#that will make them stop separating me from them?

[ggidolsmuts]

TTYL, Unless? - Loossemble Hyunjin (ft. ARTMS Heejin)

After you got together with Heejin and Hyunjin, the world conspired to split the three of you apart, making them end up in different groups rather than being in one group like before. The three of you managed, but meeting up became both easier and harder—it was harder to meet both of them together, because their schedules never seemed to overlap, and yet it was easier in a way to meet each of them more often, since their schedules never seemed to overlap. If Heejin was busy touring, Hyunjin would come looking to go on dates. If Hyunjin was busy with her comeback, Heejin would be texting you to come out.

"Yah, what are you thinking about?" Hyunjin pokes you out of your daze. For now it is Heejin's turn to tour, and Hyunjin's resting, the two of you out and about on a quiet cafe date.

"Thinking about you!" You hold her hand a little tighter—you were in public, so it wouldn't do to draw more attention.

"Not Heejin?"

"When did my girlfriend become the jealous type?"

"Did you forget that Heejin is also your girlfriend?" She digs a nail into your palm, making you hiss at the sting. "But say it again."

"Say what?"

"That I'm your girlfriend." She's blushing, smiling to herself at your words. You pull Hyunjin towards you, hugging her in the middle of the street. "What are you doing!"

"You are my girlfriend, I don't care if people find out."

"Crazy!" But she stays in your embrace. "Let's head back home."

"Is everything okay though? You were never this... worried? Or wary? About Heejin?" The two of you stop by at Hyunjin's favorite bakery.

"No it's just after all that happened... we're spending a lot of time with you, but always separately. I'm worried that you will, you know, compare us, have a preference for one of us."

"Would you believe me if I say I don't?"

"Would Heejin believe you?" You pause for a moment, and Hyunjin takes the chance to sneak an extra pastry on to the tray.

"Yes."

"Don't lie, I know that Heejin is competitive, and you know it too." She grabs another pastry as your punishment for lying—Hyunjin's right, Heejin would definitely want to "win", regardless of the inaneness of the competition.

"Where is this coming from? It's not like we never hung out separately before we all agreed to be together." You sigh and pay for all the pastries.

"Yeah but that's before—" Hyunjin looks around and leans in. "That's before we started doing all of this, unless you were already comparing our bodies before you saw us naked?"

"Of course not!"

"So once you have, don't you have, you know, preferences? And one of us will be closer to your preferences? If you say we have the same figure I will stuff this bread straight down your throat." Hyunjin threatens, and you quickly shut your open mouth.

"I like you both, in different ways, no one is better than the other. How did you define your diet again?"

"What? Oh! I have a seafood diet, I see food, I eat food." Hyunjin cackles at her own bad joke.

"I'm just like that with you. When I see you, I want you." You add with feigned suaveness, sneaking a hand under the table to grab Hyunjin's thigh.

"Yah you are crazy! Eat your bread!" Hyunjin blushes and pushes you off, but you know she likes it.

"Tch, you're the one who kept talking about figures and having preferences."

"Hmph!"

"I need another coffee for these, do you want one?"

"Sure, thank you!" You shake your head as Hyunjin's happy once more, a pastry in each hand and chomping away. "Then we can go home!" She adds, cheeks puffing with bread.

You're lying on the sofa with Hyunjin, lazing the afternoon away watching a movie, when your phone rings.

"Hmm? Oh it's Heejin. Hey Heejin!"

"Oh oppa, is now a good time?"

"Yeah I'm just here with Hyunjin, what's up?"

"Oh umm, I'll just talk to you later then, have a good time with Hyunjin!" The phone is taken out of your hands and is placed on speakerphone.

"Yah, Jeon Heejin. You were going to do phone sex with oppa weren't you?"

"What?" "Yah Kim Hyunjin! How can you just say that?!"

"We talked about it, when we miss you while on tour. She suggested it, right Heejin?"

"Yes."

"I umm, I see." Your throat is suddenly dry. The phone is silent, but Hyunjin does the prodding.

"Do it."

"Really? Do it?" Heejin asks, you can tell she's considering it.

"I want to listen. We've already had sex together, the three of us, phone sex is nothing." Hyunjin kisses you, a hand slipping under your t-shirt. "Ask her what she's wearing."

"W-What are you wearing right now Heejin?"

"Oh, are you sure— I'm wearing a lace top, and umm, some shorts."

"Are the shorts as tight as the ones you wore on stage?" you blurt out, your mind already going back to when you first saw those fancams.  "I swear I could see where I should be in those photos." Hyunjin nods her approval, bringing up the pictures on her phone. This is weird but exciting.

"You saw those? Yeah they were really tight, I had to wear something looser the next night."

"Good, wouldn't want anyone else to see."

"Yes, just for you to see." Heejin's voice deepens, she's getting into it too. "What are you wearing oppa? Are your shorts getting tight too?"

"Yeah. I'll help oppa with it though," Hyunjin answers for you. "Let me take off his t-shirt first." She pushes you down on the sofa, putting the phone by your head, making sure Heejin can hear her kissing you sloppily.

"You should take off your top too Heejin," you mumble, pushing your hands beneath Hyunjin's. "Are you wearing underwear?" you ask as you play with Hyunjin over her bra.

"No..."

"So naughty, I wish I could see you topless."

"It's okay, just make Hyunjin take her top off." Hyunjin listens, pulling off her t-shirt and undoing her bra.

"She has now. Should I play with her tits?"

"Yes, I am too," Heejin sighs.

"Tell me what you're doing."

"I'm squeezing them, rubbing my nipples, they're, mm, pretty stiff." Hyunjin lets you sit up and do the same to her, her soft gasps merging with Heejin's over the speaker. "It feels good..."

"It does." Hyunjin agrees. "He's using his teeth, pulling on it a little, ah!"

"How hard is he?" You let out a deep breath as Hyunjin reaches down between your legs.

"Very. What do you want to do?" Hyunjin's breathing deeply too, her voice husky as she asks Heejin.

"I want to stroke him, feel how hard he is in my hands."

"She's stroking me, touch yourself Heejin." You hear the soft "ah" as the image of Heejin slipping her hand beneath her shorts surfaces in your mind. 

"H-How would you touch me oppa?" You quickly grab the phone and pull Hyunjin to the bedroom—with more room to maneuver you can touch her as she strokes you.

"Me? I would start slow, rub you over your panties, make sure you are soaking wet before I do anything else." You gently press between Hyunjin's legs—she's already sticky. Hastily she pushes her shorts off to give you better access.

"Oh yes... What then? Would you take off my panties?" Heejin sighs.

"Not yet." You say sharply, making sure that Heejin listens to you. "I'd tease you further, trace your shape over it, like those tight shorts you wore." Hyunjin whines, a hand on your arm, trying to get you to do more.

"Ah, I won't wear it again. Please?" Hyunjin strokes you faster, more firmly as Heejin begs, working in tandem once more.

"Good, take your panties off."

"Only if you take your underwear off." Soon you, Hyunjin, and Heejin are equally naked.

"Should I use one finger or two?" you ask.

"T-Two." 

"Ah!" "Mmm!" You hear Heejin's moan in one ear, and Hyunjin's in the other as you slip two fingers into her wet heat.

"So tight, so wet Heejin, I'm going to finger you."

"Yes! Yes do it!" You push deep into Hyunjin, feeling her tense and clench around your digits. You mouth silently to Hyunjin, asking her to tell Heejin what she's feeling.

"So deep in me already, he knows what I like, what we like Heejin. G-Go faster!" You start moving your hand more rapidly, feeling your fingers get wetter. The two of you can hear more of Heejin's moans now, louder and more frequent.

"Dont forget to touch your clit." You make sure your bump against Hyunjin's, and she has to bite back a cry when you do so. There's no muffling on Heejin's end, and her squeal comes through loud and clear.

"Yes oppa! Do more!" To her credit Hyunjin stays quiet, allowing Heejin to focus on herself and you. You feel her breaking down though, her hand on your cock forgetting to stroke you, an arm over her mouth to muffle herself. The phone sex is definitely turning her on—she's bucking into your hand, flat tummy flexing and tits jiggling slight as she twitches on the bed. You haven't seen Hyunjin quite like this in a while, and that's turning you on, now you want to finish her off properly.

"I'm curling my fingers in you," you utter into the phone, but you're doing it to Hyunjin, and the reaction is immediate.

"Ah!" A sharp yelp that Hyunjin can't help, and on the other end of the phone, an instant reaction from Heejin.

"Yes! Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming oppa!"

"Cum for me!" You plunge your fingers even faster into Hyunjin, and she's biting into a pillow, thighs crushing your hand. You watch Hyunjin and listen to Heejin, their orgasms seeming to blend together into something even hotter. Heejin's babbling, moaning incoherently while your fingers get crushed by Hyunjin's pussy—they seem to be in rhythm, each deep and harsh breath from Heejin in time with Hyunjin's contractions and small waves of slick.

"Oh... that was great oppa." Heejin sighs, and Hyunjin has finally released her bite on the pillow, both of them coming down from strong orgasms. "I really needed that."

"Good, I'm happy." You're too horny to beat around the bush. "I'm going to fuck Hyunjin now, so I'll talk to you later—"

"Wait, can I listen?"

"You want to listen?"

"Yeah, you don't have to talk to me, I just want to, er, hear you finish."

"I'm not going to be quiet," Hyunjin speaks up. "You know what he does to me."

"Yeah I— Fuck I'm already imagining it happening to me. Just pretend I'm not here." You hear the rustle of sheets, and the tiniest of gasp as Heejin tries and fails to keep quiet. You don't care though, as Hyunjin's stroking you again, making you aware of just how hard you are.

"Lay on your front." You grab the phone and place it by Hyunjin's head before getting on top of her prone form. "You know what he does to me huh? What else have you and Heejin said about me?" You nuzzle her neck, hearing her gasp as you push your head, then your tip, and then your shaft, into her.

"Hnngh! Sensitve, sensitive!" Hyunjin yields to you, albeit a little too fast. "Don't move!"

"Sensitive? You mean your song?" You earn a light smack for that.

"Of course not, I mean I'm sensitive, because I just came!"

"And I haven't!" Hyunjin groans. "But I'll give you a short break, what have you and Heejin been talking about?"

"What you like, what we like, what you do that we like, mmm!" You bottom out in her, and she's gripping you tightly.

"And what do you like Hyunjin?" True to your word it is a short break, and you can't help but begin moving, for now settling for rocking back and forth in her. "Better answer fast before I start fucking you faster."

"I like it when you kiss my neck, yes right there!" You leave a dark red mark over her favorite spot. "I like it when you touch me all over, show me that you love my body." 

"Of course I do." You squeeze everything you love about Hyunjin—her neck, her shoulders, her tits, her midriff, her hips. You squeeze her thighs with yours, making sure she's even tighter around you.

"Fuck, I love how tight you are, Hyunjin!" You put more force into your thrusts, slamming down on her prone form, her butt and thighs rippling when you do so. On instinct Hyunjin's raising her hips slightly, letting you press them back down on the bed, letting gravity get you even deeper into her.

"Y-You're so big, oh god, mmm, mm, mm! Hnngh Heejin he's doing it again!" 

"What?" You slow down again, distracted by how different she sounds. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, don't stop, just nngh, keep doing that!" Hyunjin's groaning, or perhaps grunting is the more accurate description, with every thrust, every time you put all your weight into her hips.

"Doing what?" You want answers, but with the way you continue to fuck her Hyunjin's quickly becoming incapable of responding.

"You're pushing against her womb, her umm, cervix," Heejin answers for Hyunjin. "When you go really deep you sometimes touch mine too—" Heejin cuts herself off with a sigh—she's touching herself again.

"Is that good?" Hyunjin freezes up when you nudge against it again, and you force yourself to slow down. "Please tell me if I should stop."

"No, it's really good, really really good, just not too hard." You cup her chin, tilting her head back and off the bed. It must feel amazing for Hyunjin, because she's gurgling when you sink deep into her again, nudging against the little resistance that's driving her mad. "Right— Uh! There!"

"What about... here?" You adjust your angle slightly, rubbing against her more familiar g-spot. Hyunjin coos, clearly loving it too. But you don't even have to ask when you do both on the same thrust, sliding your head against her g-spot before you drive your hips forward, nudging the entrance to her womb firmly.

"Oh my god, keep doing that, keep doing that!" The words rush out of Hyunjin, and her legs are kicking beneath you. "I love it!"

"What do you love about it?" You've pushed her legs apart slightly, giving yourself more room to plant your knees and really fuck her. You kiss the left side of her neck, then the right—you're going to leave a necklace of hickeys across her skin.

"That you're hnngh— filling me completely, stuffing me so full, ah!"

"Like your favorite pastries? Full of filling?"

"Yes, the best ones, where it's all meat, there's no empty space, and when I try to squeeze you... Fuck you're so hard in me!" Hyunjin's whimpering, and her attempted constrictions around you just drive you to fuck her harder. Your hips bounce off hers, the sound of skin-on-skin action extra satisfying as Hyunjin tries to push back against you, willing you to shove yourself all the way into her. Each successive thrust gets faster and stronger—Hyunjin's creaming around you, streaks of white coating your shaft as she's building to her own massive orgasm. She's as hot as a freshly toasted loaf of bread, warm and satisfying as you plant another kiss on the back of her neck. You've never seen Hyunjin lose it quite like this, the rapid and soft grunts telling you just how fucked to the limit she is, and soon the desire to fill her with your own cream becomes too much.

"Fuck, going to cum!" you growl, hugging her possessively, arm around her neck.

"Do it! Do it in me!" You pull Hyunjin off the bed as your hips slam down one final time, forcing her into an impressive arch as you bottom out and then pump out your load straight into her. Hyunjin cums in the very next instant, the shotgun blast of warmth right against her womb sending her eyes rolling into her head, her breath stopping as she climaxes powerfully beneath you. Everything about her short circuits and stops working; everything except her pussy, squeezing you like a piping bag, getting all the baby batter she can get out of you. After watching and listening to Hyunjin and Heejin get off earlier, your own orgasm is even stronger and longer, and you collapse on top of her, holding Hyunjin down as you rut into her, delivering, pumping, squeezing, oozing, everything you have into her.

Over the phone you hear Heejin, or rather, you hear Heejin's pussy, sopping wet and squelching as her hand is hard at work getting herself off, and with a deep-chested cry you hear her cum shortly after. You kiss Hyunjin lovingly, keeping yourself in her until you hear the rustle of Heejin picking up the phone again.

"Thanks oppa, sorry if that was too loud at the end."

"No, we finished just before you."

"Yeah, he came a lot in me."

"You two don't hide anything do you?"

"S-Show me."

"Fine, you too then." You're dumbfounded as Hyunjin grabs her phone and points it between her legs, but you see that she's captured your state as well—There's bits of Hyunjin's cream all over your cock and crotch, and right next to your cock, where there should've been the pink slit of Hyunjin's pussy, all that's seen in the photo is a strip of white, your cum pouring out of her like an overfilled bun.

"You're going to send that to her?"

"Of course, she asked for it," Hyunjin says, like it's the most logical answer ever.

"Heejin delete it after you see it, what if you lose your phone on tour?"

"I will, we're careful about that. Sending you the pic Hyunjin." Her phone dings, and you're treated to the sight of Heejin laying back on her pillows, looking utterly satisfied as she spreads her pussy lips for you, droplets of slick splattered between her legs.

"I'm going to delete it once oppa's done looking!" Hyunjin teases.

"Wait I—" Her eyes twinkle with mischief—she got you. "Fine, delete it, that's the smart thing to do."

"Not like you won't get to see Heejin like that when she comes back."

"Yeah, I can't wait for you to do that to me, it sounded really hot."

"It is! It's like he was fucking my—" You snatch the phone from Hyunjin before it gets any more bawdy.

"Alright I am not listening to you two talk about me. You should go sleep."

"Mmmhmm now I'm all drained. Thanks oppa, I'll talk to you later. Bye Hyunjin!"

"Yup bye!" Finally alone again Hyunjin cuddles against you, not caring about the load draining out of her. "That was really hot. I am totally going to call you while you're with Heejin."

"What? Why?"

"So we can have phone sex threesome, three phone sex? Phonesome? It's only fair that I get to listen in."

"And how would you know when I'm with Heejin? She just happened to call at the right time."

"I'll get Heejin to tell me, she has to, we have to have the same experiences. You need to do her in the same position, and then tell us who felt better."

"Sometimes I can't tell if you two are competing or cooperating."

"Yes."

Some weeks later, you're in bed with a half-naked Heejin, hands ready to slip off her panties.

"Wait." She picks up her phone and quickly calls someone. "Hyunjin, we're doing it."

"Oh thanks, hi oppa!" Hyunjin's voice comes through the phone. 

"Are you serious?"

"Yes yes."

"We really need to have a talk about just how much we're sharing."

"TTYL, FHRN!"

"What are you even saying?"

"Talk to you later, fuck Heejin right now!" You turn to find Heejin already naked and prone on the bed.

Fine, you guess you'll do as Hyunjin says.

"Hnngh!"

A/N: Wanted to do a "TTYL" related story, but never got around to it until after Loossemble :( Kinda wanted to do the other scene from Heejin's perspective, but eh it would've been too samey, I leave it to your imagination lol. Thanks for reading! Have one more Hyunjin pic

[pacofprunes]

thoughts on yandere!dae ho?

i think it fits him sm bc he'd be so needy and jealous 😭

you’re right anon, 110%.

warnings — manipulation, yandere content, jealousy, ptsd mentions, noncon touching, short

yandere! daeho headcanons

yandere daeho who can’t stand to be separated from you, both in and out of the games.

yandere daeho who whenever you need to use the bathroom in the games, he tries to go with you everytime.

yandere daeho who can’t stand when you talk to another guy, let alone look at another guy. always finding an excuse to get your attention. making a loud noise or dropping his food on the floor whenever you’re talking to gi-hun to stop your conversation from going any further.

yandere daeho who clings to you at night like his life depends on it. if anybody even comes near your bed he immediately sits up in case somebody’s trying to kill you. constantly paranoid and on his toes.

yandere daeho who manipulates you. he never realizes that’s what he’s doing, he unintentionally does it. he can’t help it. but so what if he is? he just wants the best for you. always shutting down and going silent if you say you’re going to go talk to gi-hun about something in private. when you ask what’s wrong he says you said it aggressively. says the way you spoke to him was very hurtful, causing you to apologize profusely and hug him tightly. a breath of relief escaping his mouth that you trusted his words and now you’re back in his arms again.

yandere daeho who makes you think you’re going crazy. you’re already in this game of death which is bound to make anybody go crazy, but now he’s twisting his words. saying one thing to you and another to someone else.

“daeho, but that’s not what you said.”

“yes it is. are you sure you didn’t mishear me?” he wants you to rely on him and only trust what he has to say. he wants you to think he’s the only one who has the right answers for you, making himself the only one you ever come to when you have a question or need help.

yandere daeho who over time you start to notice him slowly inching a little closer, his grip getting a little tighter as the days go on, so you decide to say something to him. he does apologize, but it’s only to make you feel bad.

“ah, i’m sorry. i don’t mean to be so clingy. i’ll keep my distance.” and then you’re the one who clings to him, apologizing if what you said came across wrong. telling him that he’s not clingy and that you don’t have a problem with him being so close. he doesn’t pay mind to your words though. only paying attention to the warmth he feels around his body from you before reciprocating the hug you’re giving him back.

yandere daeho who uses his ptsd from being in the marines as an excuse to jump close to you and hold onto you. with every gunshot squeezing tighter and tighter.

yandere daeho who when the lights are out and he slides into bed with you, you ask him to go. you liked him as a friend, you two weren’t a thing, so why was he so close to you? you protest to him but he only pulls you closer, shushing you, saying it’s to keep you safe and that with you in his arms, nobody will try anything throughout the night.

yandere daeho who purposely doesn’t bring the ammo back during their revolt. you’d gotten too close to all those people. junbae, gihun, youngil. if he could let them die and play it off as him being scared, he didn’t care. as long as he had you all to himself. not having to share you with a team, not having multiple people to protect you. no. he wanted to be the only one.

“daeho, what are you doing?”

everybody was dead asleep. you were laying in your bed before feeling a dip and turning to see daeho. he pulls you into his chest.

“i’m just keeping you safe.”

you try to push yourself out of his grips but his biceps just flex and stay wrapped around you.

“uhm, i appreciate the gesture, but uh—”

you gulp and take as big as a breath as you can with the little space that you have between the two of you.

“can you lay somewhere else? there’s just not much space anyways, you know?”

he moves one of his hands to run it through your hair and you shiver. it was a kind gesture, and you liked daeho, but you didn’t want this. he was your friend. nothing more, nothing less. he only squeezes you tighter though.

“don’t worry, i won’t let you fall off the bed. i won’t let you get hurt. i’d take a bullet straight through my head before i ever let a scratch even cover your beautiful skin.”

you just shrink into yourself. shrink into him, knowing that it was futile. he wasn’t harming you, so you guess it was fine for now. you take shallow breaths, your chest hitting his everytime you breathed in from the close proximity. you’d think something like this may help you sleep more but it was only gonna keep you up even longer. but maybe that’s what he was counting on. being who you could lean on and trust to save you while you’re too tired to properly play the games the next morning. you didn’t know. you just furrow your eyebrows together, forcing your eyes shut before feeling his head lean against yours, feeling his lips on your head, spreading into a smile against you.

[othert]

In a two-day cardiopulmonary exercise test, out of the three groups - healthy controls, people with other chronic illnesses but without PEM, and people with ME/CFS (of which the hallmark symptom is PEM), the ME/CFS group was the only group who couldn't even come close to their day one results on day two. While I didn't know it was due to hypoperfusion, I did know from previous research results that our muscles take up a tiny fraction of the oxygen they're supposed to, and it's really straightforward from that alone to see why we can barely exert ourselves and why it takes an extremely long time to recover from exertion. (I have severe ME/CFS. People with very severe ME/CFS, a separate category, can get into a feedback loop where everyday things like sounds and sunlight and eating can make them crash and continually worsen, and cannot risk any exertion or overexertion.)

For anyone in the US, while there's currently no insurance coverage for oxaloacetate, I did manage to get FSA reimbursement with a letter of medical necessity from my rheumatologist. Still can't afford to take it at the same dose as the recent trial, but I take a quarter of that and still experience some non-trivial positive effects in terms of short term memory, recovering from overexertion, and overall mood because taking it makes me stop feeling like my bones are made of lead

@strawberryswitchblader One of the problems surrounding Long Covid as a diagnosis is that it encompasses an overly broad variety of post-acute sequelae. You have people experiencing everything from scarring on the lungs, liver and kidney damage, to loss of smell. Then there are those who develop dysautonomic conditions like POTS or who are later diagnosed with ME/CFS and experience Post-Exertional Malaise. There is also a very large (perhaps even the majority) group of persons who will experience a prolonged but temporary period of post-viral fatigue; these are the people who recover gradually on their own, generally within a timeframe of six to eight months. It's not really exercise that leads to their recovery, they would have recovered on their own, and may even have recovered more quickly through a program of radical rest. My beautiful girlfriend is dealing with some post-viral fatigue right now after having gotten sick with mononucleosis this past summer. It's been a real struggle for her dealing with it, but she's also not experiencing PEM, so I'm confident she'll fully recover.

Many of the people who make claims about recovering from "chronic fatigue syndrome" through exercise therapy or some psychological treatment are in this post-viral fatigue category and mistaking correlation for causation and forgetting that the plural of anecdote is not data. The data overwhelmingly supports the notion that for patients experiencing PEM, graded exercise leads to a worsened disease state and a potentially permanently lowered baseline. Before I was diagnosed it's precisely how I inadvertently powerlifted, nightwalked and gradschooled myself into becoming housebound.

And having lived with ME at varying degrees of severity going on twenty-seven years now, I gotta say, it's very boring resting all the time. You get antsy fast. If all it took to get better was walking a bit more every day, I'd jump at the chance, but exercise doesn't really do much for chronic CD8+ T cell exhaustion, or hypofusion causing excess calcium and sodium buildup in skeletal muscles leading to mitochondrial damage. There was a paper that came out just a few months ago that published the results of analyzing blood samples from nearly 1500 ME/CFS patients and 130,000 healthy controls, and they discovered hundreds of biomarkers which indicated everything from insulin resistance to poor blood oxygenation, mitochondrial dysfunction, and systemic chronic inflammation. You can't fix any of that with exercise.

It's all a mess, there really needs to be stricter research diagnostic criteria, and better delineation between the various subtypes. It would clear up so much confusion, but that's also why there haven't been tighter criteria. Exercise and therapy makes for a very inexpensive treatment, one that insurance companies are far more willing to back than experimental anti-viral treatments or IVIg therapy, and in some countries the disability allowances for psychological conditions is less than for physical conditions. If you keep it ambiguous if Long Covid or ME/CFS or fibromyalgia or POTS are physical or psychological diseases, well you save austerity governments a few bucks there too.

[seungfl0wer]

*Daddy Jisung*

Daddy Series:

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Contains Smut:

-💜

•He’s such a big softy.

•It doesn’t take much of anything to persuade him.

•But that goes both ways.

•He tries to act all big and tough.

•His favorite thing to do is tightening jars so you have to ask him to open them.

•He just finds it so cute when your eyes almost light up at ‘how strong he is’.

•He’s definitely not afraid of you calling him daddy in public either.

•He use to get all flustered when you did but now.

•It just melts him almost.

•He loves makings forts with you too.

•All the stuffies, blankets and snacks all under a fort to snuggle and watch movies.

•He has so many pictures and videos of you being adorable.

•Loves the candid ones where you’re focused or just doing mundane things.

•There’s so many times where he comes home.

•Lays his head on your lap and just stares up at you with all the love in his eyes.

•He’s such a big clinger too. He just wants to constantly cuddle you or hold your hand.

•It’s like trying to separate magnets.

•He’s not super good at putting his thoughts into words so he likes making you songs.

•Has a whole mixtape of songs just for you.

•He also likes pushing your buttons just so he can see that little pout of yours.

•”Awe I’m sorry baby, but you just look adorable when you’re annoyed”

•Whenever you give him attitude it can go one of two ways.

•70% of the times it’s hip telling you to stop.

•He only gives you a few warnings before he’s really scolding you.

•”Baby, you know how to act. And this isn’t it. You know better”

ੈ♡˳Smut Below

•So the other way he likes to fix your attitude is grabbing his favorite pair of handcuffs.

•Getting you restrained and edging you till you’re apologizing like a good girl.

•He’ll build you up to so many orgasms before pulling himself away from you.

•He also enjoys just having you restrained and jerking himself off.

•This might be one of the worst ones cause he’s letting out such pretty noises and you can’t do a damn thing about it.

•Head. Receiving. Or giving.

•I fully believe he comes home on bad days and wants nothing more than to have you sitting on his face.

•He’s very needy. He’s like a dog in heat half the time.

•Rounds after rounds.

•He’s a sucker for you riding him though.

•To see your beautiful body over him bouncing in his cock.

•Super vocal.

•Talks nonstop when he’s not making noises.

•”Baby daddy just needs to taste you.”

•”Fuck baby, so messy just how I like”

•”Daddy just needs you, needs you so bad”

•”You were just giving me attitude and now you want me to let you cum? Gotta beg harder”

•Oh and remember how I said he likes taking pictures of you?

•Yeah he has a whole folder of videos and pictures that he uses while he’s away.

•Aftercare is a lot of soft talking.

•You constantly have to reassure him he didn’t hurt you.

•He can get a little emotional after a strong session.

•Scared he might have done something.

•He just loves you so absolutely much that the thought of that crushes him.

•You both always end up cuddling so close together.

•And he really loves cuddling being inside you. Sometimes it’s not even sexual.

•Just being connected like that feels the best.

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[revelboo]

Could I suggest a synth!energon Ratchet? 👉👈

Oh, he’d be worse than Megs on his space crack and you’ve definitely got to keep him busy so he doesn’t try to pick a fight with Megs.

18+ Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Synth!energon Ratchet Scenario

TFP Ratchet x Reader

• “I’ll rip his spark out with my bare servos.” Oh, absolutely not. Did he seriously just infuse himself with the last batch of synthetic energon he was testing? “Do what Optimus is too soft to do,” he adds and he seems to have forgotten all about you as he drops the infuser to shatter far below and starts toward the door to the lab. Is he high? Because Megatron is going to stomp him flat. Running along the catwalk, his optics flick to you and that green glow is as unsettling as his slow grin when he stops. “Well, hello.”

• Momentarily distracted by the sight of you, he grabs onto the railing for the catwalk, engine revving as you rake a hand through your hair. “How about you come lay down with me?” You ask, offering him a smile. And there’s a thought. The catwalk screams and bends as he hauls himself up, mass shifting and stalking after you as you stumble and back away. “You know, sleep it off?” Sleep? He’s not interested in recharging. Catching you by a wrist and tugging you into him, his mouth crashes down on yours.

• Well, you’d succeeded in distracting him from his suicide mission to confront Megatron. Glossa stealing inside your mouth as his free hand finds your butt and squeezes. And he’s growling as he rocks his hips against you, mouth stroking over yours. Your annoyance with him shifting to heat at the familiar feel of his body against yours. “Primus, I need you,” he growls against the corner of your mouth and you hear your shirt tear in his servos. Know you need to try and get him to his habsuite, his lab, anywhere but the common area catwalk, but as he goes to his knees and drags you down with him, that’s not happening.

• “Ratchet! Not here!” All those layers separating him from what he needs and he’s struggling to unwrap you despite your efforts to stop him, his spike aching where it’s trapped behind his plating, pulsing and hard. Finally gets you stripped, lays you down and hooks one of your legs over his shoulder. “Doc, don’t you dare!” Laughing as his head ducks, his mouth slides against you to make you arch. No longer trying squirm away as you moan.

• Torn between the urge to smack some sense into him and to just enjoy the feel of his mouth on you, your head falls back and you cover your own mouth with a hand as his glossa slides against you and then tunnels inside you. Hearing him growling against you when you squirm and those green optics flick up and narrow. And he presses a stinging bite against the inside of your thigh. “Don’t stop, please.” Hands on his helm to urge him back to you because you’re so close.

• “Let them hear you, sweetspark,” he growls, shifting over you. Wants you to be loud. Wake up everyone else. Freeing his spike, he flips you onto your belly and hooks an arm under you to get your hips up. And he feels almost frantic, spark thrumming and vorns younger as he lines up his spike and sinks into you. “Let them all know.” That you’re his. Hips snapping against you, his servos grip you to yank you back to meet his urgent thrusts. Sliding a hand up your spine to push your shoulders down and there it is. That angle that feels so good whenever he moves inside you. And you’re still trying to muffle your sounds, but you’re not succeeding anymore. Feeling you grip his spike as he pounds into you, the wet sound of you taking him stringing him tight. Then you’re crying out his name, milking his spike as he manages a handful more urgent thrusts and buries himself deep to release. And he wants more, groaning against your shoulder as he curls himself over you, hips rocking. Can do this all night.

[lady-ashfade]

Different Hybrids S/O: Pt.1.

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Izuku Midoriya, Tenya Iida, Katsuki Bakugo, Mina Ashido, Hanta Sero

Warnings: spelling errors, it’s 9am and I haven’t gotten any sleep, hybrid au, fluffy, hcs, Adhd, blind reader, other stuff but it’s all good!! Everything is just for the hybrid type.

͙͘͡★ theses are just some silly ideas for hybrids, and I will be doing character with other types!

★ Izuku who has a bunny s/o, and someone who is constantly bouncing off the walls. You have your calm moments but only after almost breaking everything in the apartment. Izuku chasing you around as you run through the rooms, looking and picking up everything that catching a your attention. One time, you ran out your shared home and down the halls….Izuku wasn’t too happy about having to catching you and drag you back — But you were passed out in his arms before you could even get his lecture.

★ Tenya with a bat!hybrid s/o, who doesn’t really have eyesight. His partner is quite mostly, not really one to speak but only in battles because of their high pitched voice. A clingy thing who flocks to him, staying by him in most public settings but also enjoys their alone time. Who is always in the dark, and Tenya often finds them hanging from the ceiling to take naps. S/O is always watching things turn to chaos around them but just chills, and a Tenya who screams to try and calm everything down. Tenya is the only one allowed to touch their wings. Plus, dried fruit chips are always on him just for you.

★ Mina who has a Lion!Hybrid S/o who matches her personality so well. That hybrid has pride, and confidents. Mina shows them off so much, she dresses them up with outfits that show off their mane. Reader is constantly getting their nails done, clipped and shaped….Mina is the only one safe from danger. The reader has hissed and growled at old nail techs, but now only whines and groans in pain with Mina, who tells them to stop being a baby. Mina however knows how the reader walks around her, constantly showing off even tho she’s their girlfriend. Showing off just to keep her. And…Mina loves it so much when reader lowly growls when someone approaches her, jealous but protective.

★ Katsuki who has a Cat!Hybird s/o. They are constantly hitting heads, but they so also so sweet and fluffy behind closed doors. Reader hisses at their boyfriend, and he does it back, a lot of people watch for about ten minutes before reader is standing weird before pouncing on their boyfriend and then they fight…In a non violent way but there are bites showing on kats arms later, ripped shirt by their claws and constantly rolling around while wrestling. Kats who finds it comforting when they purr when they sleep. The way he can feel the vibrations, makes him feel loved that they can relax in his presence. Kats who loves that your ears twitch with sounds, and when your tail waves….Kats is constantly grinning when your tail gives away your mischievous plans.

★ Sero who has a Koala!Hybird s/o. Sero is Hyper, or he can be calm and yet his lover is fine with either. We all know he loves hammocks, for his s/o matches him so well. They like to sleep or nap in trees, but he makes them sleep indoors. Sero only finds the best leaves for you to eat and knows the ones you hate, never thought koalas were picky with their plants until he met you. You do love his friends, well they are yours too, you just go off in a separate room to read or nap. They are all fine with it. Since you have extra padding and hands to help climb, he is always showing off the clips of you saving cats from trees and such. Tho you aren’t a big pro! You are still a hero, his favorite hero. And you better believe he loves having you as his backpack while he cleans around your home as you’re passed out on his shoulder.

͙͘͡★ want more of this? Like or reblog, or even ask me with what you want!

[tartagliove]

TO DEVOUR tartaglia x reader ✧ 1.3k words

childe would never wish the curse of being a vampire upon you. but you eating a pomegranate paints such a pretty picture that he can’t help but give in to some of his desires.

tags and warnings ✧ vampire!Childe, gender neutral reader (no pronouns used), he’s so obsessed with you, sfw but suggestive, finger sucking, he licks you. note ✧ hm. i’m having Tartaglia lick reader in a lot of my fics… um. anyway. this idea came to me as I was eating pomegranate last night! it falls after the events of my vampire!Childe fic (bloodlust!! blood…love?) coming on february 14th and since I couldn’t figure out how to put it into the fic, I’m sharing it separately. hope you enjoy!

vampire!Childe hears you before he sees you.

The pomegranate skin tears beneath your hands, each seed plucked from the white membrane with a soft snap. The arils pop, bursting between your teeth before the seeds crack under the pressure.

Your signature scent of vanilla and cinnamon sugar grows stronger as he finds you in the dining room, sitting at the table with a plate of the split open pomegranate before you. The seeds gleam a dark ruby under the steady, soft flames of the candles. You look up when he enters, a smile spreading across your face.

"Welcome back, Ajax. How was your day?"

He pulls out the chair beside you at the table, settling into the seat and resting his chin on his hand. His eyes track your every movement as you pluck more pomegranate seeds, his predatory gaze cold and blue, yet you do not flinch under his stare. 

“It was good! Very eventful,” he says.

There’s a satisfied curve to his lips. You raise an eyebrow, noting the healthier tint of pink beneath his skin as your fingers work to loosen some seeds. “Tell me, who had the misfortune of fighting you today?”

His smile turns into a full-blown grin. Of course you’d be able to tell. “It was a shapeshifter today. I don’t think I got to see its true form, but that doesn’t matter. The forms that it changed into during our fight were exhilarating enough!”

He continues to tell you about the fight as you eat the pomegranate. The seeds crunch and a pleased hum leaves your lips as the sweet and tart juice spreads across your tongue. His eyes darken at the noise.

You don’t notice, only focused on the sound of his voice as you break off a new segment of pomegranate. As the flesh tears apart, your hand slips and a few arils burst under the pressure of your fingers. Dark red juice sprays across your skin and sinks under your nails. You let out a small huff of disappointment but carry on with eating the fruit. Each time you lift your hand up to your mouth with ruby kernels between your fingers, the droplets shift across your hand.

Childe watches the deep red juice trail down the back of your hand, meandering past your wrist. It continues to slide down your arm, glistening and taunting him under the candlelight.

He fails to realize that he stopped talking until you hold your hand out toward him, a small pile of pomegranate seeds resting on your palm.

“Do you want some?” you offer.

“No,” Childe manages to push out.

The rough edge to his voice makes you study him, taking in the way his pupils have almost fully eclipsed his iris. He had been staring so intently at you eating your fruit that you thought he wanted some. “More for me, then.”

You lift your hand to your lips, tilting your head back to toss the palm full of arils into your mouth. When you pull your hand away, he notices that your lips are stained a few shades darker than they normally are, a deep red clinging to them in a way that makes him think of you eating—drinking—something else. The trail of pomegranate juice that has made its way down your arm beads at your elbow, before the droplet falls onto the table with the softest plop.

Childe snaps.

His hand flashes out, fingers curling around your wrist. 

You look down, eyes wide at the way his hand flexes as he battles his own strength and desires, his fingertips angling away from you to protect you from his too-sharp nails. Eyes moving up to his face, you see his gaze is fixated on the pomegranate juice dripping down your arm. 

Realization strikes and a coy smile curls at your lips. 

Leaning in toward him, so close that he can feel the faint brush of air against his skin, you whisper, “Are you sure you don’t want any, Ajax?”

His eyes snap up to yours, all dark depths of the sea. When you give permission in the slight incline of your head, he raises your arm and lowers his head.

There’s a moment where he pauses. He takes a second to listen to the flutter of your heart, feeling the tremors of your pulse beneath his fingers. Though you look unaffected, your racing heartbeat betrays you. It pleases him immensely to know that he has this effect on you.

Then, Childe opens his mouth. Sharp and elongated canines come into view before his tongue darts out to catch the pomegranate juice about to drip from your arm. He locks eyes with yours as he continues to follow the trail of red staining your skin, his tongue warm as he laps and licks, not just tasting the fruit but also tasting you.

When he reaches the back of your wrist, he unfurls his fingers and turns your arm so he can run his tongue over your pulse and the thin skin where your scent is stronger. 

The pomegranate juice is sweet and tangy. If he imagines hard enough, the tang can turn into a more metallic bite, as if you had just fed off of someone—as if you had fed off of him, it’s his blood trailing down your arm and staining your lips red. At that picture, Childe pulls back from you. A moan escapes him as his eyes flutter shut, breaking eye contact with you for the first time for a shiver to run through him.

When he opens his eyes again, he finds you staring at him, eyes dark and wide, lips parted, enchanted by his beauty and in awe of the reaction you draw from him without having to do a thing.

He flashes you a satisfied smile, showing gratitude for letting him indulge in his vampire instincts. Childe will make it worth your while.

Pulling your arm toward him, he lifts your hand to his mouth. His tongue laves across the back of your hand, tracing the trails of red weaving across your veins and tendons. He licks the webbing between your fingers, scraping his teeth over the flesh between your thumb and pointer finger. Then he cleans your fingers, one at a time, putting each one into his mouth and sucking gently as his tongue works over them. He spends extra time at your fingertips, licking at the nails that have been stained a deep red. Yours are so different from his own, he muses, filed blunt so you can work without the fear of breaking them.

Finally, Childe pulls away. He is satisfied with how your hand is now clean, yet you’ve been turned into an utter mess. 

Your face feels too hot and you’re squirming in your seat. He can hear your heart fluttering away in your chest, sees how your shoulders rise and fall as you take shallow, rapid breaths.

He can’t help but tease you more. “What’s the matter, hm?”

He kisses your fingertips, then nips at the pad of your pointer finger. A whimper escapes your lips; the sound so sweet to his ears. You shift a bit more, so flustered under his piercing gaze as you struggle to come up with a response.

Finally, you manage to piece together a stammering, “W-what has gotten into you? You can’t just- you can’t do this to me!”

The grin on Childe’s face is downright devious. He stands, moving before you so his legs bracket your knees as he leans over you. “Do what? I’m just kissing you.”

“How was any of that kissing? You were devouring me!” Your eyes nearly cross as he slides a hand behind your neck and tilts your head back, his face hovering over yours with dark ocean eyes dancing in delight.

“Was I? Let me kiss you too, then.”

Childe closes the distance, lips slotting over your pomegranate-stained ones. And kiss you, he does.

note ✧ ahhhh I'm so •///• this man makes me sooooo unwell. writing this vampire au is making me lose it!!!! btw please forgive the inconsistent fic layouts, I'm still trying to find something I'm happy with ahh.

a little bit of writing trivia: I wanted to focus a lot on sound in the opening, because that’s a sense that has changed for Childe since he became a vampire. there also isn't too explicit of a mention that he's envisioning you as a vampire but I hope that still came through. I also didn’t want to mention the word “blood” until he’s imagining you feeding off of his blood. hehe c:

reblogs and comments are much appreciated; i'd love to know your thoughts on this!

[marcyvamp1re-blog]

✧. . . NO DAWN TOMORROW ─── Arcane

Coming Soon ! ! !

「 you're far away from here

but you're alived in so many places 」

☆ . . . The days pass like blank pages, and my heart, weary, has stopped searching for reasons to keep beating. If I ever loved or was loved in past lives, those memories have lost their warmth. What once were feelings are now only pain.

Their icy blue eyes looked at me with sorrow as my body crumbled in their hands. I caressed their cheeks, so beautiful, painted with pure scarlet that mingled with crystalline, salty tears, burning my pale, cracked face, scarred by my greatest mistake.

I cried and suffered in their arms while everyone watched.

There was no reason, no justification for what they did, beyond greed. The fear faded from their eyes, but betrayal lingered in mine.

I could hate them, of course I could. But deep down, I only wish to see them again someday, to meet them once more, perhaps under different circumstances... Maybe when we are all children again.

Even though I know we are different, I swore to protect them.

You may kill me over and over, as many times as you wish. But a king is always there to protect those who cannot protect themselves.

No matter how much they hurt me, no matter how much they break me, my heart keeps finding a way to love them, because the pain has never been stronger than what I feel for them.

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Yandere! Arcane x Reincarnated! Reader

I want to include this text in future fanfics, but I feel that both this and other projects need a separate introduction before I publish them. I want them to have the proper context and truly reflect what I want to convey. I’m not sure if I was under some kind of intense inspiration when I wrote this (or maybe my blood sugar just dropped!), but I’m so eager to start giving it shape. Plus, I finally created an account on Ao3 (at last!), which makes me even more excited to share these stories with you all. I know it’ll be a challenge, but I’m ready to let these ideas come to life. I hope you enjoy them as much as I’m excited to write them

Ao3 User → @MarcyVamp1re

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[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

Imagine with me for a moment…

Steve and Billy who have yet to meet but both just separately moved to a new city with their besties Heather and Robin. They are both hopeless in the kitchen so Robin and Heather sign them up for a couples cooking class so that they can be there for support.

Except somehow the universe aligns that both Robin and Heather fall sick on the night of the cooking class (or maybe they’ve met in the background somewhere and it’s the only night they can coordinate a first date). Both girls insist that the boys have to go though to make sure they can cook at least one decent meal.

So Billy and Steve show up alone and the instructor is like, “perfect, you’re a couple now.” They can both appreciate that the other is attractive but don’t think much of it because they’re both so focused on not burning down this nice lady’s place of work.

However, Steve starts a bit where he’s acting like Billy is actually his husband and rather than roll his eyes and laugh before moving on, like Steve expects, Billy ‘yes and’s him and starts calling him his wife. There’s wine that will be used in the recipe but they start drinking it as they’re cooking and chaos ensues.

They’re coming up with whole elaborate back stories that are wildly ridiculous. Steve saved Billy from breaking his neck while rescuing a kitten from a tree that was on fire before Billy heroically saved the cat and Steve because when Steve saved Billy he slipped on a piece of ice and Billy caught him while holding onto the kitten type of silly.

It’s confusing the hell out of the rest of the couples who don’t know they’re not actually a couple. But, they’re getting drunker and drunker and increasingly ridiculous and definitely making the dinner inedible, but they’re making each other laugh so hard that Billy is crying and Steve starts wheezing about peeing his pants while they’re falling all over each other.

They get kicked out.

Needless to say, they get an uber back to Steve’s place where they continue their bit about being married with the Uber driver. However, they’re pressed together and the giggles start dying down and the tension starts building until they reach the elevator and Billy is shoving Steve up against the railing in the elevator and pressing the emergency stop button and they grind it out right there.

They stumble into Steve’s apartment, giggling again, and stop short when they see Robin and Heather making out half naked on the couch. It’s the Spider-Man pointing meme because:

“You said you were sick Heather, why are you naked on my wife’s couch???”

and

“Why are there cum stains in your pants Steve, you were supposed to be cooking???”

Then Steve laughs so hard he actually chokes himself a little bit and then everyone decides they’re all a little too drunk and to call it a night and have a sleepover. Billy and Steve have the best nights sleep they’ve ever had cuddled up together, obviously. And they never do learn how to cook but they do get engaged and married in under a year.

[hyunjuenthusiast]

Pls pls write hyunju x f!reader strapping her for the first time and then reader making sure she's feeling good + praise kink

I know yall liked my last smutty thing I wrote but this one makes me nervous 😭 but I'll do my best for you anon🫶🏻

Hyun-ju x femreader! Smut. Not an adult? Don't read 🔞🔞🔞🔞

"That's it." Hyun-ju moans as you suckle her clit. She looks down to watch you, her eyes filled with lust. Her hand reaches into your hair to keep you there, never wating to separate you from her pussy ever again.

Her hand grabs a handful of your hair as you put two of your fingers inside her, suckling her clit. "Fuck baby! That feels so fucking good." Her head tilting back in pleasure.

You pull back just before she can cum, and she quickly looks back down at you, her grip on your hair tightening, making you giggle. "Shhhh, I'll get you there, but I don't want this to end just yet...you taste different."

Hyun-ju tenses. "D-Different?" Her hand eases the grip on your hair, making you realize she though it was a bad thing. "Different, Hyun-ju. Not bad. You taste...sweet. So sweet!"

You lean back down, moaning as you take her clit into your mouth. She relaxes, closing her eyes as she tries not to cum so quickly. "B-Baby if you keep d-doing that I'll cum!"

You only double your efforts, putting two of your fingers back inside her, curling them, hitting that new spot she hasn't discovered yet.

"Oh fuck! Yes yes yes yes yes just like that!"

Hyun-ju's hand tightens in your hair, her hips grinding against your mouth as she reaches her release.

"Fuck" She says as she clenches around your fingers. "T-That was...s-so much better then before." She says breathlessly, making you smile as you finally pull away from her. She surprises you when she immediately leans up and kisses you.

"Mmm you're right, I am sweet." She says, looking at you with a small smirk.

"I have something that can make you feel good, if you want to try it..." you say leaning down to kiss her neck, then pulling back to look at her. She gives you a soft but confused look, making you smirk.

You get up, walking to the dresser and opening the bottom drawer. You get out the strap. Her eyes widen slightly. "I got it when you first discharged after surgery... but we don't have to use it if you don't want to."

"I-I want to, Y/n." She says softly. "M-Maybe just...g-go slow..."

You walk back over to the bed, straddling her again, and sitting the strap down on the bed beside the both of you. You lean down, kissing her once more. Hyun-ju slides one hand to your hair, and the other to your hip.

You pull back slightly. "We'll go at your pace, Hyun-ju. I don't want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. If you don't like it, we'll stop, okay?" You tell her softly, making her nod in return. "Okay."

You grab the strap again, putting it on. "Have you ever... penetrated yourself?" Hyun-ju blushes at the question but nods. "I-I've been exploring... I wanted to make sure it felt good." She says timidly.

You lean down a bit, your mouth coming down next to her ear. "Does it feel good, beautiful? Hmm? Does it feel good when you rub your pretty pussy?" Hyun-ju whimpers in return.

"Can you show me?" You ask. She looks up at you, biting her lip. Her hand slowly slides down, she's already wet from when you ate her out, but your dirty talk to making her wanton and hot.

"That's it pretty girl, rub that pretty pussy." She moans, adding a bit more pressure. You watch as she gently puts only one of her fingers inside herself, making you tease. "Tsk tsk tsk, only one? How will we ever get this to fit if you only use one?"

Hyun-ju whines as she adds a second finger. She brings her other hand over and stimulates her clit. "That's it beautiful, make yourself feel good, let me see." You say softly.

Once she starts grinding her hips again, you know it's time. "Stop," you say firmly, getting her attention. She stops but whimpers at the loss. "You're not cumming unless I'm inside you. Put your hands up beside your head, yes that's it, and open your legs... good girl." You say making her head fuzzy.

You slowly start to rub the head of the cock against her, teasing her by adding pressure to her clit. "Y/n p-please." She begs. You smile. "Tell me what you want, pretty girl. I'll give it to you."

She hesitates, suddenly shy. "Come on beautiful, tell me how you want me to make you feel good, you deserve it." You say softly.

"I-I want you...I want you to fuck me, please." She asks with a blush. You smile, positioning the head at her entrance. "You have to tell me if it hurts, or if you want to stop, okay? Can you do that for me?" She nods.

You slowly start to sink into her, stopping a few times so she can adjust. "Is this okay?" You ask, concerned as her eyes squeeze shut. "Y-Yes, please don't stop, j-just keep going slow." You do exactly as she asks. Going slow, and stopping when it bottoms out, giving her time to get used to the new sensations.

"How are feeling beautiful, hmm?" You ask sweetly. "S-So full" She says, a little put of breath already. "You're such a good girl Hyun-ju, your doing so good." She whines in response.

You slowly slide out a little, pushing back in after a second and then repeating it. She quickly holds your hands. "You're already taking me so well, pretty girl. Look at yourself, look as I take you." Hyun-ju looks down her body to see the cock disappearing inside her each thrust. "She squeezes your hands and lets out a beautiful moan as you speed up just a little.

"Y-You're so deep fuck!" She moans. You chuckle softly, letting go of her hands. You reach over to play with her breasts. She starts to pant, meeting each of your thrusts. "J-Just like that baby! Just l-like that, don't stop!" She says loudly. You keep your pace, making sure she feels the pleasure she deserves.

She gasps. "Y/n right there! Right there yes! Don't you dare f-fucking stop!" You giggle, not stopping and the cock kisses her g-spot with each thrust.

"Y/n! Fuck! You're going to make me cum!" She moans. You reach one of your hands down, rubbing tight circles on her clit. "You're such a good girl for me, Hyun-ju, I know you can do it, I know you can cum for me. Come on, pretty girl. Cum for me!"

Hyun-ju throws her head back as she reaches her climax. You keep thrusting, wanting her orgasm to last as long as possible.

When she whines from the overstimulation, you gently pull out and take the strap off. She's panting. You lean down to kiss her sweaty forehead. "How was that, beautiful?" You ask her softly.

"S-So good, I-I...y-you made me feel so good," She whines. "I can't believe I've gone my whole life without that, w-we have to do this every day!" She says with a breathless giggle, making you respond with one of your own.

"That can definitely be arranged." You say, your eyes practically having hearts in them. She seems to remember something and quickly sits up, reaching for your panties, making you chuckle. "Where are those naughty hands going, hmm?" You ask. Hyun-ju looks at you "its your turn, I want to make you feel good too."

You give her a soft smile. "You did make me feel good, Hyun-ju. Seeing you enjoy yourself was the best pleasure I've had. This was about you." You gently get up. "I'll be right back, don't move."

You return with a washcloth and a glass of water, cleaning her up gently. "I love you, Hyun-ju, you did so good, I'm so proud of you, do you need anything?" You ask, caressing her cheek.

She scoots over, and you take the hint. Laying down next to her. "Just you." She says softly, you both fall asleep on each other's arms.

.....I hope this is good😭 but here's a little something while I'm working on a part 2 to my other story!

[botchedsundoll]

Ayyy how would re men act if reader introduced them to reader’s family? Would one of them be sweating buckets when reader’s dad just talks to them lpsifkdnfj

L. KENNEDY, C. REDFIELD, C. OLIVEIRA X READER (SEPARATE)

ೃ⁀➷ sypnosis; meeting s/o’s parents hc’s

ೃ⁀➷ warnings; none!

ೃ⁀➷ author’s note; a lil sum short and cute 4 u guys, might b ass i’m so tired and my eyes r half open as im typing this LOL, industrial piercings r no joke tell me y i’ve had this ho like nearly 2 months and managed to accidentally snag it like every single day since

C. OLIVEIRA

not worried in the SLIGHTEST

this man is the definition of charisma, he has absolutely no problem wooing your parents and proving to them that he’s the right man for you

makes sure to bring flowers for your mother, meanwhile probably settling on something alcoholic for your father

by the end of the night i can guarantee you you will lowkey be jealous of your own mother. due to the way your boyfriend keeps speaking to her and complimenting her LOL

you can’t blame him! he’s using his charm to make sure your parents like him enough to approve of your relationship!

oh, if you have any significantly younger siblings they DEFINITELY take a liking to him. the moment he sits down at the table besides you for dinner to start, they are tugging at his arm like crazy trying to get him to shoot nerf guns or play barbies with them. he can’t explain it himself, children seem to love him

the evening is very pleasant, and carlos had definitely gotten the parent approval stamp

now it’s time for you to meet his parents

L. KENNEDY

on the outside, he looks absolutely fine. on the inside, he’s a wreck

yet he manages to hide it so well - from the confident greeting he gives your parents when the door opens, to the way he doesn’t shy away from any questions shot his way about himself or the relationship

but this guy is STRESSING, one wrong word and he feels as though his whole world will come crumbling down - he has to make the best impression on his partner’s parents!

not a single drop of alcohol touches this man’s lips throughout the whole night - he is determined to not make a single slip up which, in his mind, could cause this whole evening to go up in flames

needless to say, he impresses both parties; your parents, by the pure confidence he exudes and how open and down to earth he seems to be, and you, when he tells you on the way home how goddamn scared he was the whole time.

which was absolutely pointless, considering how much your parents seemed to love him. now whenever you’re speaking on the phone with them they can’t help but ask the next time you and leon are making an appearance for dinner

C. REDFIELD

he’s relatively relaxed, not seeming too worried about it at all quite frankly

he knows he can treat you right, he knows he can provide for you and he knows he can and will protect you with his life - he has no doubts he can prove his commitment to you

the one thing he doesn’t know, though, is how welcoming your family are. which completely took him by surprise

he’d sort of imagined it to be very formal and rigid, despite your constant insistence that he’s making up complete bullshit. instead, he’s met with two very open and loving people, eagerly getting to know him and expressing their complete trust in him to keep their child happy

which he did not expect

and that’s why on the way home he’s so damn confused - he’d imagined this to play out a lot differently. that he’d have to somehow prove himself to your parents that he’s capable

your mother can’t stop gushing about him over the phone. to you or her friends.

safe to say, good impression has been made

[prettyshinnythings]

The Offering. Chapter 3

Story Idea: What if Sauron had been successful? What if he'd taken all of Middle Earth and obtained everything he ever desired? What if he still desired something more?

Warnings: This chapter is 18 plus. Contains smut, language, and an arranged marriage.

Pairings: Sauron x Reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3:

My breathing was uneven.

My body tense as I walk through the halls of the castle.

I had awoken this morning in my bed, alone and with no sign of my new husband. It had been a strange feeling waking up all alone but, just as I had felt the morning before, I could feel his gaze upon me without him physically near me. Even still, some of me felt empty when I awoke in our bed alone. A fear that all mornings would be lonely found itself deep within my heart. Last night had been unlike anything I could have dreamed of. When my dark king touched me, my body was on fire and completely at his whim. Consemating our marriage felt like two souls coming together. Not just two bodies bound together out of necessity, but out of want and desire. He had been so gentle and careful with me, so much so that I could convince myself that he must feel something deeper for me than pure obligation.  I attempt to shake the thought from my head as I travel the candle-lit hallways on my own.

I did not know my way around the castle yet, but something inside of me told me that I could not hide away all morning. I knew that I would have to face him eventually. I worried if he would feel differently for me in the cruel light of the morning. That perhaps he would see me and be displeased now that we had been officially wed. This fear struck me deeply whilst I dressed this morning with my two handmaidens. Another new gown for me to wear.

A gown of black velvet, molded to my body like a second skin. With a deep neckline that would expose the valley between my breasts if it were not for the sheer fabric carefully sewn into the velvet gown. Black beading traces up the sheer fabric, a design of vines and flowers emphasizing the black velvet gown. My long (h/c) curls are loose and cascade down my back. I was dressed with him in mind, hoping he would like the way the dress clung to my form. My hands trace the stone walls as I walk the halls, mentally attempting to recall exactly where the throne room was. The rough texture of the stone makes my fingers tingle, but I do not care to notice. My brain wanders with each passing step that I take. Until eventually I hear the sound of voices echoing down the hallway. I pass by a set of grand doors and stop in the doorway. I noticed the long wooden tables that were separated on two sides of the room, with only a single carpeted aisle in the middle of the room. Following the carpet path with my eyes, I spot the table at the head of the room. The table my husband sits at with another man, the two of them speaking to each other in hushed voices.

I breathe a deep sigh and force myself passed the doorway. I try my best to smile at the other people in the room who sit at the other tables. Members of my husband's court who smile at me back out of obligation. I pause at the table before my husband, who stops speaking with the mystery man once I am before him. He leans his head back against the cool wood of his chair, his eyes darkening a few shades as he studies me. The smirk he always seemed to wear plays on his lips as he looks me up and down. He takes in every inch of my body, every curve the dress clings to. His smirk grows when I curtsy before him, my eyes focused on my dark king and no one else. He tilts his head in approval before gesturing for me to stand and join him at his side. I walk around the table and give him a small smile when he stands and his hands reach out to take mine in his. He pulls my body to his, knocking the wind out of me momentarily.

"Good morning little dove..."

He pauses and leans in, his lips descending onto mine, granting me a tender kiss.

"... I am sorry I left you before you awoke this morning. I had things to attend to. I shall try not to make a habit of it."

He explains, pressing his forehead to mine. His thumbs draw circles on my hands whilst he holds them. His touch is gentle and considerate.

"You do not need to explain yourself. You are busy. I understand. I am the last thing you need to worry about."

I whisper the words, my eyes meeting his. He peers down at me in quiet contemplation. Perhaps he worried I would be a wife who relied on her husband too much for companionship. Or he feared that I would not understand that his duties far exceeded the new wife he had married out of obligation.

"Do you doubt your importance to me little dove? Have I not made my desire for you clear?"

His voice is lower when he speaks, his lips moving to my ear so he can whisper;

"Shall I prove my unwavering desire for you here? In the great hall amongst the members of my court? Hmm? Shall I fuck you in front of them all to prove that there is no one else I covet more than you?"

My breathing hitches at his words, our gazes locking together when he pulls back to look at me. The look he gives me is a mixture of delightful mischief as he knows exactly what his words have done to me. My cheeks are flushed, my heart is pounding, and I can feel the dampness of my arousal pooling between my legs. His smirk grows as he reaches out to place the back of his hand along my forehead and cheeks.

"Are you not feeling well my lady? You look feverish."

I give him a playful pout at his jape at my expense. My hands reach to pull his away from my forehead. I pull myself in against him, hands on his chest before responding quietly.

"Very funny. How else am I to react when you say such devilish things to me?"                                                               

I look up at him wide-eyed. The room around us is suddenly quiet and a small part of me fears that everyone somehow heard him and I speaking. Amused by this fear he smiles down at me and I cannot help but find myself ensnared by the beauty of his face. The contrast to what I had known he had done to become king to begin with. I would never have believed that 'Sauron the Terrible' could be so beautiful. But I also knew that he could change forms when he wanted. I wondered what those other forms looked like. I had only ever heard of his fair form. The long blonde hair and the elven ears, an appearance he wore to mock the elves he had enslaved upon his rise to power. This mockery was evident in the clothing he wore, shoes, and other jewelry pieces he would wear from time to time. The only two things he wore that we purely a reflection of who he was, his ring of power and the crown of Morgoth that adorned his head when he was in front of his court.

Without thinking I find myself reaching out to touch the base of his crown. Not because I wish to hold it, but because I wish to feel its dark power. His smile falters at the movement, his eyes watching me closely. I must look ridicilous as I stand on my tip toes to reach for his crown, but he humors me by tilting his head down slightly so I can reach it better. Once the palm of my hand reaches the blackened metal I feel somehing strange shoot through me. An odd feeling that I could not place. He can sense this odd feeling too, because his brow furrows the second I feel it. My eyes flutter closed and I breathe in deeply, the metal calling to me like a song I had never heard before. In my head, I see images and memories attached to the crown. I see the bloodlust, anger, and hatred that any barrer of the crown had felt. But I also feel the pain, torment, and trauma of the barrer as well. I see Sauron himself, in different forms, but undeniably him. I see all he had gone through and feel it in my very being until I can no longer stand another second of it. Forcing my eyes open, a tear escapes me, my lips quivering at the cold pulsating within me from his memories. Slowly I pull my hand away from the crown, my eyes locking with his once more.

"Do not pity me little dove. All I have done has brought me here. To where I belong."

He misunderstood my tears. For I do not pity him, I understand him in a way I never dreamed possible. How had one been seen and felt so much without imploding? How had he made it this far along?

"I would never pity you, my king. I am in awe of you. Of your very journey that brought you here. It is truly inspiring."

Doubt flashes over his eyes but I mean every word and he knows it. His hands find either side of my face and I realize that I am still standing on my tip toes. Without a warning, his lips find mine. He kisses me as though we are alone, and in this moment it does feel that way. His courtier's eyes fade into obscurity as long as I am in his arms, nothing else matters. I deepen the kiss without a care, his hands falling to my waist before pulling me in against him. I want more of him and he wants more of me, but when the faint clearing of a throat sounds from behind us, his lips leave mine. My chest is heaving from the lack of air, but I do not care about the witnesses.

"My lord-"

The man's voice stills in his throat as he looks at the man who has interrupted us. I can see the discomfort on the man's face as he attempts to speak once more but remains silent still.

"Do you not see I am busy with my wife? Whatever it is you have to say can wait. In fact, all of you need to leave. NOW."

My dark king's voice is full of authority, his voice rising. The others in the room stand up without question and I hear the sound of their chairs scraping against the stone of the great hall. The quick steps of the courtiers sound throughout the room while I peer up at my husband, my body at his whim and completely enthralled by him. Once we are alone he flicks his hand and the doors of the great hall slam shut and give us privacy. As his lips find mine once more. I do not miss a beat, I cling to him as his mouth explores my own. The caution of the night before seems to have ceased to exist as he lifts my body up onto the table he had been sitting at. He pushes the food and drinks out of the way and lays me against the firm wood of the table. He remains standing, leaning over the table, using his height to his advantage.

"I have thought of you all night. Whilst you slept beside me, all I could think about was taking you again."

I moan when he rasps the words against my throat. My hands are on his chest while he stands between my legs. He has me spread before him. Somewhere in the mess of our kiss, he managed to lift my dress up, exposing me to the cold. His smirk grows when he realizes I am not wearing undergarments.

"Why did you not take me again? I would give you anything you wanted as many times as you wanted my king. You need not ask. I am yours to use for your pleasure."

The words fall from my lips in a breathless whimper, his lips gently sucking on my neck. Marking me as his own.

"It is not only my pleasure I am thinking of. Besides it was your first time. You needed to rest and I quite enjoyed how sweet you looked curled up next to me. Like I was not the man that I am as if you were not bound to someone who has done the evil I have done."

I knew the evil he had done. The histories of what was once the way of life in Middle Earth and what is now have been taught to me since I came to be. Since I was an elven child. I had never mourned the life that Middle Earth once had for I had never known a time without Sauron's rule. And while I did not share his bloodlust or his desire for power and order, I could not bring myself to see him in a negative light. I had seen how soft he was with me, how much care he showed me in our time together, and surely that meant something.

"I cannot judge your past, my king. I can only live in the here and now. And what I feel for you is an unrelenting desire. A need to please you in whatever way you seek."

An undetectable look flickers over his face as he studies me below him. A look similar to the one he gave me last night. He draws circles along the inside of my thighs and breathes in a deep sigh. Slowly, his fingers trail up my thighs, pushing more of the fabric of my gown up, bunching it up around my waist. He does not speak, only keeps his eyes on me before getting onto his knees. His head disappears between my thighs and his lips find my sensitive bud. I breathe a sharp sigh when he gives my bud a kiss. My entire body felt as if it was extremely sensitive from the night before.

The sensitivity sends another sharp sigh up my spine, my breathing hitching when I feel his tongue dip between my folds. I gasp at the sensation, the night before he had only used his fingers to pleasure me before fucking me with his cock. I had no idea that his tongue could make me feel just as good.

"My word."

I whimper as his hands move to hold my thighs apart, his tongue delving ever deeper. I hear him chuckle at my words, but I cannot bring myself to be ashamed. My head is spinning and I feel so good that I could not care less if I said something embarrassing. I am so wet that I fear I could drown him in my arousal. But he tastes me as if I am the purest honey he has ever had. My hands grasp for something to hang onto as the familiar tightening in my stomach begins to build. I was going to cum at any moment and he could sense it. The way that my walls began to tighten around his tongue.

"I do not know if I can last another moment my king."

When he hears me speak, his tongue dives deeper inside of me, almost as if he likes the challenge of making me come undone around him. His pace quickens, his grip on my thighs tight. I lay there with my head continuing to spin, my body completely caught up in him. My back arches off of the table, my moans falling from my lips. I am loud but I do not care. If anyone hears us, that is on them. Let them hear how my king makes me feel so complete. Seeming to read my thoughts, his tongue gives another sharp flick of my sensitive bud and it is what sends me completely over the edge. I feel my legs tremble as I cum on his tongue. He laps up every drop, drinking from me like my body is the nectar of the gods. I lay there breathless, my body slowly coming down from its high. He remains safely tucked between my thighs until he has tasted every last drop of me. It is only then that he re-emerges, his satisfied smirk causing my cheeks to redden.

"You taste divine, little dove."

He rasps, his hands reaching for me. He pulls me up so I am no longer lying on the table, our bodies now face to face. It takes me a moment to collect myself, my head is still spinning from what he had done to me. I find myself resting my hands on his chest, my breathing uneven. He holds onto me when he realizes that I am dizzy. His gaze is soft. Slowly his lips find mine and it is the most gentle kiss I have ever felt. Almost as if he is trying to ground me as if he is trying to grant my brain much-needed clarity. I taste myself on his lips, the sweetness of my arousal sending a chill up my spine. It is only when he senses that my dizziness has subsided that he breaks the kiss. His eyes lock with mine.

"Tonight, there will be a ball to celebrate our marriage. All shall look upon you and kneel before their dark queen. That is why I left you this morning, to finalize the details."

I look back at him in wonder. He wanted to celebrate our marriage. It was a kind thing to be sure and completely unexpected.

"Sauron, you do not have to do all of this for me."

He nods, but his furrowed brows protest.

"I want to. But there is one thing I wish to ask you for in return."

I study him closely and mentally ponder what he could want from me. Instead, I lean into him and place my lips to his for a single kiss to his lips before peering up at him with a look of understanding.

"Whatever it is you want, I shall give it to you."

I mean the words and he knows I do. I have no clue what it was about him that made me fall so deeply so quickly. I should be wary of the man who had always been referred to as the great deceiver, but I could not bring myself to care if he was deceiving me. I only cared for his happiness. He knows this and I can sense it in the way that he looks down at me, recognition of what I had been thinking reflected in his eyes.

"Please do not call me Sauron. When I first came to be I was known by another name; Marion. I wish for you to call me this, only you. With you, I am the most myself I have been in over an age. Sauron is who I shall be with the world, but Marion is who I shall be for you and only you."

Tears find my eyes without warning. His request, so sweet that I almost wondered if I misheard him for a moment.

"Marion..."

I whisper in awe, his name falling from my lips so naturally it is as if I had never known him by another name. The smile that finds his lips is unlike any other that he has displayed in front of me thus far. It is a smile so genuine that I feel as if my heart will melt.

"... Marion, my king, and my husband, it is so nice to know your true name. For I shall serve you and no one else for all of my days. Until the end of time."

--

Day fell into night. Faster than my nerves were willing to accept. I had already survived a wedding before a court of strangers, but now I would have to face them all again. My nerves were on edge, worse now that I knew I would have to ready myself. My breathing is uneven as I stand in the center of the room, looking at my bed. My eyes glance over the three dresses that had been laid out before me with the help of my silent handmaidens. One emerald green, one red, and one pale blue. All of them are beautiful and beyond anything I could have ever dreamed of wearing.

"Which would you pick?"

I ask the blonde one, and hopefully, she will speak to me if I initiate it. But the maiden looks at me with wide eyes, glancing between me and the brunette she was always accompanied by. My heart hurts to look at my fellow elvish sisters, the silence that they seemed forced into.

"Please talk to me. I promise anything you say will stay between us. I cannot bear your forced silence."

I sound desperate when I speak with them, my hands on my heart as I plead with them. They do not speak though, instead, they look at each other with sympathetic expression. They want to speak to me, but for whatever reason they cannot.

"They will not speak to you little dove. Unless I allow them to."

My husband's voice sounds from the doorway. He had come in so quietly that I had not heard him prior to this moment. My eyes dart to him, noting how his tall form fills the doorway, his hands on either side of the wooden panel. My two maidens freeze in place, bodies standing straighter once they realize their king is here. I look at him in honest confusion whilst he takes a step inside of the room. The servants take a few steps back, curtsying before him. He waves them off carelessly with his eyes on me. Every step he takes towards me is countered by the elf maidens, like a dance of avoidance. As if space could spare them if he wanted to harm them.

"Why do they need to be silenced?"

I ask cautiously, unsure of what his response will be. Amusement finds his face, his eyes darkening a few shades when he glances over at the elves.

"The elves have always found themselves to be better than everyone else. They judge and condemn anything they believe to be beneath them. So, when I rose to power I thought it only fair that I put them in their place. Silencing their judgment and enslaving them amongst creatures they deemed so unworthy."

The elven maidens finally sidestep close enough to the door that they can leave. Curtsying one final time before closing our bedroom door behind them.

"Is it necessary? Could you make an exception for my maidens? It is awkward to communicate with them when they are silent all of the time."

My request amuses him thoroughly and causes him to chuckle. At first, he does not answer me, only turns his attention to the dresses that had been laid out on our bed. Quietly he observes the three options that had been provided. With one hand out, he traces over the fabric of each gown.

"What would you have me do little dove? Surely you know that if I allow them to speak it will only be a matter of time before others appeal to that kind heart of yours. Then you will want me to grant others the same permission. I cannot have others finding me weak because I care for you. They will use that care and exploit it for their own gain."

His logic is sound, but I do not agree and he knows it. He glances over at me when I move to stand at his side. The look he gives me is teasing almost as if he is testing me to try and push my luck on the topic.

"Marion."

I plead, my eyes wide. His amusement grows when I use his name.

"(y/n)."

He replies, eyes back to the gowns laid out on the bed. He picks the red gown up off of the dress and hands it to me.

"Wear this one."

The satin fabric is so soft and luxurious in my hands. Almost too precious to be touched by the likes of me. I nod quietly before laying it on top of the dresser beside the bed, where my undergarments are kept.

"I am an elf. Do you wish to silence me?"

I ask him, watching him closely as he collects the other two gowns and drapes them over the footer of our bed. He sighs and shoots me a look that tells me his amusement of the topic is starting to wear thin. So I decide to play dirty. I put my hands up in defense and give him an innocent doe-eyed expression before turning my back to him to expose the intricately tied corset of my black gown.

"Would you help me out of this? Since you scared off my handmaidens."

I keep my wide eyes on him as I glance over my shoulder, quietly beckoning for him to rid me of my dress. With raised eyebrows and a huff, his hands find the laces of my corset. His hands are rough with the strings as he begins undoing them one by one.

"I know what you are doing little dove and it is not going to work."

He rasps the words in my ear, breathing along my neck while he speaks. He may be saying that it is not going to work, but I feel the energy in the room changing around us. Like an invisible fog slowly descending on us.

"Humor me. Let's say I was able to tempt you into allowing me to get my way, how would that look? What would I need to do to tempt you into considering it?"

He finishes unlacing my corset while I speak, his hands finding my skin as he slowly pulls the fabric of my gown open. He traces my bare back before guiding his fingers up to either side of my shoulders. He pulls the long sleeves of my dress down and off of my arms and when he does the dress falls around me on the floor. Reminiscent of the way my wedding dress fell to the ground the night before. Stepping out of the dress I turn to face him completely naked. His eyes are darker, almost black while he studies me as if he is seeing me for the first time all over again.

"Perhaps you and I are even better matched for one another than I could have ever imagined."

He whispers, hands tracing my body and staring at my collarbone before slowly descending down to my bare breasts. My nipples harden under his touch and our gazes remain locked together as a battle of wills seems to ignite.

"I would never wish to silence you little dove. Even if you are an elf..."

He pauses, replying to my previous question.

"...No, I intend to make you scream for me. For all to hear. So no one ever doubts who it is you belong to."

I swallow hard at the words, a dampness forming between my thighs. A dampness he notices instantly. The smirk finds his lips as it always seems to in moments like this, but he does not act. Instead, he pulls away from me.

"Close your eyes and do not open them until I tell you to."

His tone is commanding and I know better than to defy him. I force my eyes closed and stand there, my other senses seeming to heighten as a result of my closed eyes. From behind my eyelids, I hear the sound of clothing being discarded onto the cool stone of our bedroom floor. My breathing hitches in anticipation, goosebumps erupting all over my skin as the room seems to grow cooler. I hear the bed dip down as if someone has laid down in it. After a moment I hear him speak once more.

"Open your eyes, sweetling."

I do not waste a second before doing as instructed and when I do I feel my heart skip a beat. He lays in our bed, directly in the middle with his head propped up on a pillow, hand pumping his cock as he watches me. He does not need to tell me to walk forward before I find myself doing it already. I walk from the foot of our bed, meeting him at the edge of our bed. I do not speak as I watch him slowly pump his cock, precum leaking from the tip. His beautiful length is thick and veiny, ready to tear me apart. I find myself frozen in place at the sight of him, completely naked, the muscles in his lower stomach tight as his cock begins to grow needy for friction. Slowly, unfreezing I crawl onto the bed, but stop when I have reached his side

"Swing one leg over me, darling... Do not be afraid, I shall be gentle. Just like I was last night."

I tremble, suddenly finding myself nervous. But I do as my king instructs and swing my leg over his torso, my aching cunt mere inches from his throbbing cock. I glance down at him and feel the nerves bubbling up to a new level of nervousness and he sees it. He places a hand on my hip before leaning up to kiss me. While our lips move together in perfect sync with one another, he uses his other hand to guide his cock between my soaked folds. He does not put himself inside of me at first. Instead, he gathers up some of my arousal to coat his cock before he dares to slowly insert himself inside of me. When he does this, my lips fall from his, my forehead against his. A moan falls from my lips as I feel him fill me, my ass flush against him once his cock is fully inside of me. This sensation is different from the one I had experienced the night before. He was filling me in a new way and I loved it.

"Marion."

I gasp, my lips moaning against his. At the mention of his name, he rolls his hips, his cock deeper inside of me. Slowly he begins to thrust up into me, my body unsure of what to do for a moment before naturally meeting his thrusts. Our kisses are sloppy and our bodies move together in unison while he fucks me. So deeply and so thoroughly that it almost feels like a dream that existed in only my mind. But it was reality and it felt so good. His hands grasp my breasts firmly but, unlike earlier, I feel the cold metal of his ring. His one ring. I break the kiss and find myself peering down at the golden band.

"Is it heavy? That ring that you wear? The one that rules them all?"

My question sounds silly, but I could never imagine holding so much power upon my finger. Up close it did not appear any different from a common golden band, but I knew that it was more special than I could ever comprehend. Sauron's gaze, still hungry, softens as he looks over every inch of my body in quiet appreciation as if I am a treasure. Without speaking a word he grinds himself against me once more, his cock moving deeper within me, hitting a new bundle of nerves that sends a chill up my spine.

"Would my wife like to try it on? Test its craftmanship for herself?"

I gasp at another roll of his hips. My lips part, a faint mewl falling from me. I would never question the craft of Sauron, Marion, for I knew he was one of the most skilled smiths in all of Middle Earth. I can feel the need to apologize on my lips but he stills that need with the pressing of his lips to mine. A kiss that grounds me and makes me want to soar at the same time. I feel my lips move against his like they were made for me, all-consuming. So much so that I do not feel his hand move his ring of power from his finger to my thumb. When he does this I feel a shift within me. Darkness, unlike anything I have ever known. Around me is a world like our own, but contorted into something else. I should be afraid of it, but I cannot bring myself to feel fear. Instead, I peer around in wonder. Was this a world he had created? Was this what he saw when he wore the ring himself?

"Well, little dove, what do you think? Does it feel heavy to you? Does it terrify you to see the unseen world?"

He rasps the words against my neck as his lips leave mine and descend lower. With one hand on his chest and the ring-clad hand drawing closer to my face as I bring it closer to inspect it I still do not fear the ring.

"It is not heavy and it does not scare me, my dark king. It is beautiful even with its darkness. It is perfect, but how could it be any less when it was you who created it?"

My compliment causes him to still his actions, his lips on my collarbone. Whatever he expected me to say, it was not this. I pull the ring off of me and find our gazes meeting in the light of our world. Gone were the dark shadows of the unseen world. He studies me closely as I lift his hand and slip his ring back onto his finger. My king's silence makes me worry that I have done something wrong. But the moment the thought flickers into my mind he shakes his head in protest. He uses my confusion as to what has made him quiet as an opportunity to flip our position, his cock pulling out of me long enough to pin me beneath him in our bed before pushing back inside of me. I moan at the loss and regaining of him inside of me. His lips push back down onto mine as he thrusts into me with a primal and dominating force that takes my breath away.

"Mine."

He growls in a tone that verges on animalistic. I find myself nodding as I maneuver my hips to meet his thrusts once more. He had said he would take it slow with me, but I liked the fact that he was not treating me as though I was made of glass. I found this part of him undeniable and so unbelievably tantalizing.

"Yours. Only yours my king."

I find myself replying as he stares down at me lost in lust. His eyes were darker and his jaw clenched tightly while thrusting his cock inside of my soaked sex. Every inch of his cock felt as if it was made to be inside of me. And I quietly contemplated how I could have ever known a time without him being so intimately mine. Though he had not said he was mine, I could feel it in the way that he looked at me. As if my wearing of his ring had changed something between the two of us. As if me seeing inside of his world without fear had made his desire for me more raw than it had been before.

"Do not doubt yourself little one, I am yours. Only yours."

I find myself smiling at his words, the response to the worry in my head. I wondered if there would ever be a time when I would tire of him peeking inside of my head, but right now it was nice. It was nice to communicate so closely.

The tip of his cock teases a deeper part of my sex, and it causes a white-hot feeling inside of me. A feeling that causes my bundle of nerves to buckle. I can feel my body nearing the same climax he had elicited from me earlier. At the thought, I can feel his cock straining within me, eager for his own release.

"I am going to cum inside of you. And I want to do it at the same time you come undone."

He makes sure that our gazes are locked together when he says this, leaving no question of whether I heard him or not. I nod, my hands reaching up to take his face in my grasp, my lips meeting his once again. The second our lips touch he thrusts one final time and we both come undone together. He keeps his lips connected with mine as our bodies get lost in their own coming down from the high we had been on. I feel him twitch inside of me one final time before he pulls out and gazes down at me.

"It is not very common for someone to see the unseen world and be unafraid. Much less such a sweet and virtuous little elf."

My cheeks redden at his words, but I cannot explain to him that I was not frightened. Even I could not explain it to myself. By all rights, I should have been terrified. I should have felt the corruption of the one ring other ring bearers had been, but I was unaffected.

Fascinated but unaffected all the same.

"Would you like me to be afraid my king? Is that truly what you want?"

A smirk befalls his lips as he shakes his head in protest for the second time this evening. No, instead lays in our bed beside me staring up at the canopy above us. He is quiet for only a moment before he guides my body to his. My head finds his shoulder and my hand rests on his chest.

"No, what I want is for you to understand that I have a specific way that I am ruling. I cannot have you questioning me in front of my servants again. However, I will grant you the chance to speak with your elven maidens. They shall be permitted to speak in our chamber, your dressing room, and the library. They cannot speak anywhere else."

I peer up at him, my heart skipping a beat as he allows himself to grant me this one wish. A small victory that I would take without question.

"Thank you."

I murmur before lifting my head off of his shoulder to give him a small kiss on the side of his cheek. He rolls his eyes at the action, almost as if he is ashamed that he gave me what I wanted.

"Yes, you are welcome little dove. Now, let us get ready. We have a party to attend after all."

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empty baskets

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Placement: dating era; a few weeks after 'the warmest bed i've ever known'

Summary: Tom makes a concerning discovery on laundry day

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning/s: steamy moments at the end; insecure Reader; mentions of previous cheating from exes; mentions of former toxic relationships [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: cinnamon roll bf Tomathy hours

The sound of the front door to his house closing alerted Tom of your return, a smile stretching across his face when you called out his name.

"In the laundry room, sweetheart. I'll be with you in a minute," he answered.

"Remember to separate your lights and darks." He could practically hear the amused smile on your face as you said the words.

His heart swelled at the comfortable humorous tone that you'd taken, at the familiarity that had woven its way into your exchanges, no matter how minuscule they might have been to anyone who would have been listening. After the scare of nearly losing you just under a month ago, he knew better than to take any moment with you for granted.

Tom dropped a final black running shirt into the load and was just about to start it, when he finally noticed what had felt off about this particular chore. What he had been feeling off about the past few weeks.

None of the clothes in the wash were yours. Not a single garment.

I must have missed them, he thought to himself, going through the other basket, brows furrowing together when he found it was just as empty as the one in his hand.

You'd been staying with him for the last two weeks, and he knew that you changed clothes. That was, at least during the times when the two of you were clothed in the house.

And yet despite that, he couldn't find a single item of your clothing in this room. Which led him to believe that you were keeping them in a laundry bag. Probably where you stashed your suitcase, in the entry way coat closet.

Only thing was that your laundry bag was nowhere to be found, and your suitcase was suspiciously heavier than it was yesterday morning. "Y/N?" he called out to you, unable to help the smile on his face when you peeked your head out from the study.

"What's up?"

"Anything you need to put in the wash, sweetheart?"

The confusion worsened when you shook your head. "Nope, I'm all good." And then you gave him a smile that was so strained it filled him with a sense of dread. The same kind of dread that he felt when he came home not two weeks ago to find you curled up in a chair, mumbling words that threatened to turn his world asunder had he not stopped you.

What were you hiding?

He made his way over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, heart thundering in his chest when he saw the avoidant look in your eyes. Like you were desperately trying to scour your mind for a way out.

Just like you were that night he showed up at your doorstep. When you blurted out how you felt about him and promptly tried to take it back, denying you said anything at all. "You don't need to hide anything from me, goddess," he said carefully, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I want you to know that."

"My dirty clothes are in the Four Seasons, I have a room booked there to keep my things," you blurted out, the words rushing out of you with a sheepish look on your face. "That's where I went this morning, to grab a new set of clothes and…anything else I might need."

Tom took in a deep breath, unaware that he'd been holding it while awaiting your answer. A weight was somewhat lifted from his chest, though there was still the lingering fear that somehow part of this secret was in the form of another person.

It had happened before, with previous relationships. And while he felt that fear significantly less when you were around, it still lingered…and festered into something that had the potential to be crippling if it ever turned out to be true.

Even if it was fairly early on in the relationship, he knew in the depths of his soul that this would be his last. You would be the one he spent the rest of his life loving, the one he would build his future with. And whether that future entailed marriage and children, it no longer mattered to him.

What mattered, all that mattered, was that future would have you.

"Why?" he asked, silently pleading that the answer wouldn't involve his worst fears. He couldn't take that. Not from you.

"It's for…just in case," you said, barely audible. Your eyes began to mist over as you started trembling in his hold. "For if…and when…you get tired of having me around. Then I wouldn't have to scramble for a place to stay. Because it's already there prepped and waiting for me."

Your words completely stole the air from his lungs, quite possibly even stopped his heart. Tired of you? You did this because you were bracing yourself for the day he would tire of you?

"It happened before," you spoke again, choking the words out as you visibly fought against what he had no doubt were haunting memories from relationships past. "Long before, but still…it sucked. Not having anywhere to stay for a few hours, calling friends who suddenly pretended I was nobody to them because they took my ex's side. Calling hotels that were fully booked. I just wanted to be sure."

Suddenly your actions around his home filled him with a heartbreaking clarity. It wasn't just your clothes.

Not a single item on the bathroom counter was yours. You even kept your toothbrush in a little bag. 

The meticulous way you'd place back every item in his study and pack away all your work in your tote before putting it in the entry way closet with your suitcase. He simply thought you were being tidy.

But it wasn't that simple.

Other than your very presence in his arms now, there wasn't a single trace of you to be found in this house. Everything you had here wasn't just easy to pack up in five minutes to have you out the door.

You wouldn't even need five seconds.

He couldn't think of what else to do at that moment other than pull you into a desperate kiss, weaving his fingers into your hair and holding you tight against him with his free arm. The tension that held on to his heart with a vice grip lessened somewhat when he felt your lips moving with his, your own hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt to bring him in even closer.

How could you not know that this was precisely where he wanted you? Always?

"I could never tire of you, goddess," he sighed against your lips when he broke the kiss. "I love you."

"I love you, too," you answered him with the faintest sniffle. "I need you to know that none of this is on you. You did nothing to make me feel this was what I should do, this is just…leftover self preservation. I don't know how to be any other way."

Tom took your hands in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Perhaps we can find a new way together," he proposed, placing one last kiss on your ring finger. The one he wished to place a ring upon one day.

It didn't matter when.

He motioned towards the bedroom, threading his fingers between yours to lead the way. "Come with me. I want to show you something."

There was a slight guilt that pinched away at his heart, realizing that you never even so much as peeked into the closet or the dressers. Because if you had, you would have seen it sooner.

You would have seen that he'd set aside half the dresser storage, and half the closet.

He was so overtaken with the joy of finally having you with him, he failed to see the signs that you hadn't been moving as if you lived with him. You moved like a scrupulously careful guest in his home, making sure everything was exactly as it was before you arrived.

Always ready to leave at a drop of a hat.

When the light turned on in the walk-in closet, Tom could hear the air leave your lungs the moment you that half of the racks were empty. He held your hand as he opened the drawers on the empty side, showing you that they, too, had nothing inside.

"You're not a guest in my home, Y/N. I--I know that it might be too early for us, but I want more than anything for you to see this as our home. I can understand if you're not quite ready yet, but I want you to know that there's space here for you. I don't want you to have to throw away money for a hotel room that isn't even slept in."

"Money isn't an issue," you mumbled, your eyes still fixed on the space he'd freed up for you. When you eventually tore your gaze away, he could see the tears that were welling up. "It's just…I've taken care of myself for so long. It's all I know. No one I was with ever cared--"

"I care, sweetheart." He pulled you into his arms, sighing into your hair when he felt you return his embrace. "And I understand you wish to take care of yourself, but perhaps I could care for you, too?"

Your only response was to nuzzle your face against his chest, before nodding against him. "Maybe we can take care of each other."

He kissed the top of your head, leading you out the closet and reaching for his phone, already placing a call to his assistant. "I'll send for someone to retrieve your belongings from the Four Seasons and settle the bill. You don't have to unpack everything if you're not ready, but at least they'll all be here. And I know you mentioned that money isn't an issue for you, but it doesn't sit right with me knowing you're spending so much on an unused room."

A soft smile finally graced your features, and you visibly looked more relaxed as you agreed to his proposal. "Fine. But next time we stay at a hotel I'm paying."

"It's a date," he said, bringing your joint hands up to kiss the back of your hand.

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you sat on the floor of the closet, your carry-on splayed open beside you as you carefully placed your clothes in the open drawers that Tom freed up for you. Our home, his words replayed in your mind. The mere thought threatened to overwhelm you.

He really is trying to ruin me for everyone else but him, you thought to yourself, your mind wandering back to that note you buried deep in the vaults of your phone. You were seldom one to let your guard down anywhere other than your home, where every security measure had triple the redundancies just to make sure that vulnerabilities were minimized, if not eradicated completely.

In your line of work, the one starkly outside the path that brought you to the man you love, it wasn't just a "nice to have" to have multiple measures of security. The alternative was to be in a constant state of alertness. To always be ready to fight your way out.

You never knew there could be another way. A way where there were no backups, or backups for your backups. A way that no longer involved having a place ready for you in case you got kicked to the curb because your boyfriend decided to finally take up the offer of the office succubus.

Before you knew it, the carry-on was empty, other than your run of the mill weapons of choice for self-defense. But you decided against placing that anywhere within reach, instead zipping the compartment closed before closing and locking the luggage.

There was no need for it here.

The door to the closet opened, the sight of your boyfriend walking in wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants making you smile and bite your lip. "Well hey there," you greeted him, placing your hand in his and letting out a little giggle when he helped you to your feet before pulling you into a kiss.

"Just need a few more pieces to put in the wash, darling," he murmured against your lips. "Four, to be exact."

He worked his hands under your shirt and pulled it over your head, proceeding to work his way under the waistband of your joggers.

"Three…" You held on to his shoulders to keep upright, a teasing smirk on his face as he hooked his fingers underneath your panties. "Two…" In one smooth motion, he tugged them downwards, both garments falling to your feet, your boyfriend letting out a sinful guttural sound when you were bared to him.

Then your feet left the ground, him lifting you by the backs of your thighs and coaxing you to wrap your legs around him as he brought you back into the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, lustful darkened blue eyes raking over your body before he reached for the waistband of his own sweats.

"One…"

A/N: Where can I order one of these cinnamon roll Tomathy-shaped boyfriends? Asking for myself--

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Sigh 😕 (changes font to orange)

I feel like being messy so here we go. Like there are so many John fucks the Nanny fics and I love them...but what about John who enters an entanglement (iykyk lol) with a reader and he's just so damn manipulative. IDK 🤷🏾‍♀️

Pairing: Married!John Price x reader

Title: Missed Call

It's a well-known fact that military men keep a woman at home and a woman on the field. You didn't know he was married until three months into this relationship, and his wife called. He left his phone on the bedside table while he went and showered. Her picture was on the screen, a smiling woman with bright eyes. A pit formed in your stomach, and you watched as the call stopped and the screen went black.

Part of you wanted to crash out immediately, but this was a highly trained military man. He could hurt you, do some serious damage. So, instead, you sat there quietly and waited. When John came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped low on his waist, and he approached you at your vanity. The two of you were supposed to be getting ready to have a nice dinner before he had to leave.

His lips brushed against your cheek, "You're usually halfway ready by now, love." He isn't wrong. By now, you would be setting your edges and patting on powder under your eyes.

You give him a sneer and side eye, "Mrs. Price called."

That effectively sucks the air out of him, and he gives you a pinched look. His normally bright eyes are a bit dark like this, and unfortunately, you find that attractive. It doesn't detract from the fact that you are three months into this relationship, and he has been lying each time.

"You didn't think to tell me that you were fucking married John?" You stand up and step away from him. Tightening your silk robe around you as you go. "Just who do you think you are!?"

He doesn't say anything at first, like he's letting you get your anger out of your system. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs slowly. "We're separated...Love I wouldn't do something like that to you."

He seems so apologetic, brows furrowed in that adorable way when he's disappointed or sad. Closing the gap between you two, he brushes the back of his hand against your cheek. Instead of leaning into his touch like you normally did, you stepped away from him again.

"This is over, get out." You hiss lowly at him. You and him both know you can't actually make him do anything. "Take all your stuff with you, and don't come back!"

"Love be rational, you know I absolutely love you, would do anything for you." He doesn't really let you get far from him. His hand is already on your wrist and pulls you into him. "Love, my darling Love, listen to me." He grips your chin softly to angle your gaze towards him. He frowns at the tears that are collecting at the corner of your eyes. "I would never do anything to hurt you."

He leans in slowly and presses his lips against yours. It's the same as all kisses are between you two... only this time there's a guilt ridden pit in your stomach. You close your eyes, acting on muscle memory, and lean into him when he wraps his other arm around your waist.

"You promise you're separated and divorcing her?" You whisper to him between kisses. Your lidded eyes stare at him and he just smiles at you.

"Yes, love." He says back to you, "Now go ahead and finish getting ready." He lets go of you and gently nudges you back to your vanity. "I don't want us to miss our reservation."

You go back to getting ready, calmer now. The little peach pit of guilt overwritten by his sweetness. If you paid attention even a bit, you'd have seen him messaging back his wife.

👀 part 2?

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The only exception | 4

Series Summary: What are the consequences of having your first kiss with your best friend?

Pairing: Park Jimin X Female Reader 

Genre:  Dancer AU, Friends with Benefits, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Mutual Pining 

Chapter Count: 4 /? (ongoing) 

Word count: 7,5k+

Content Warnings: explicit mature content

A/N: Hiii, I'm back agaaain. This chapter is a bit spicy 😋😋 just saying 👀

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Our secret moments in a crowded room They got no idea about me and you  Dress – Taylor Swift 

Busan 

You don't know when it started, but suddenly Jimin's favorite hobby was flirting with you without anyone seeing. More and more he said things that drove you crazy. And you never knew if he was telling the truth or just teasing you.

You walked down the school hallway during your break, looking for Jimin who was in a different room in this class.

You hear a voice calling you and look back. A girl you've only seen a few times at school approaches you with red cheeks. You can't remember her name.

“Hey...“ she says with a little smile.” You're Jimin's friend, right?’

Oh, you knew what this was. She was interested in him. Here we go again.

It was a question she knew the answer to, after all, everyone at school knew that you two were friends.

“Uh, yes, I am.”

“So... can you please give him this note?“ She hands you a small piece of paper. ”It has my name and number written on it.’

“Okay…” you agree a little reluctantly, but she didn't even notice because she was too focused looking behind you.

You really didn't understand that. If she wanted to talk to him so badly, why didn't she just give him the note herself? It would give off more of an air of trust than sending others to do her job. You were too tired of that.

When you turn around, you find Jimin across the hall laughing with some friends. Seriously, she's so silly about this.

You take a deep breath and give her a toothless smile. When you turn back to find Jimin, he's already looking at you, smiling. You walk towards him and Jimin separates from his friends and heads further to the right side of the hallway to meet you.

She watches as you go talk to Jimin.

“Hey” you say smiling as you stop in front of him.

“Hi.” Jimin smiles seductively and you know that smile is what makes girls fall in love.

But you won't fall.

“So…” his gaze goes to your hand holding the note.

“You already know what it is." You roll your eyes and he laughs.

“Give it to me.” He stretches out his hand and you hand him the note. Jimin opens it and takes a look, without taking the shit-eating smile off his face.

Jimin leans close to your ear to speak while looking at the girl.

“I only have eyes for you, you know that. “ Jimin chuckles and you are left speechless.

What?!

He gave the girl a wink, but you couldn't see it.

Jimin puts the paper in his pocket and walks away laughing. You blink a few times and then compose yourself. The girl was almost jumping up and down where you left her waiting.

Within seconds you had to process what happened and come up with an excuse for her, because she was already coming towards you.

“So? What did he say?” she asked excitedly, clasping her hands together.

“It’s...He said he'll send a message.”

You felt bad, but what could you do?

“Oh my god, thank you so much“ she hugs you happily and you don't have time to hug her back before she leaves to meet her friends.

The girl, whose name you didn't even care about, leaves happily to meet her friends and tell them what happened. But you remain almost paralyzed in place, still thinking about Jimin's words.

Seriously, who can handle that? There's no way he could have shaken your foundations with just those words. Even though you reminded yourself every day that you wouldn't fall for his charms. Here you are now, blushing like a 15-year-old (which wasn't that long ago). But that doesn't matter.

When the break is over, you're still thinking about the same thing. And when you walk back into the classroom and see Jimin acting like nothing happened, you almost think you've imagined things.

You can't believe the nerve he has. How could he say that to you and then act like nothing happened?

You sit at a table in front of him, but you don't give him any importance. You take your things out of your bag and start organizing them on the table so you have something to occupy yourself with.

Soon the grammar teacher enters the room, arranging his own desk before starting the class.

You sigh deeply. The last thing you wanted was to have grammar class. But finals are approaching and you can't afford to miss them.

While you're distracted looking through your notebook for the last notes from your grammar class, Jimin leans over his desk behind you. His chin stops just above your shoulder, making you jump in your seat and he pulls away.

“Easy, baby.“ Jimin says softly just for you to hear.

You close your eyes tightly, anger taking over your body.

It's obvious he would make fun of you. And the fact that you reacted exactly the way he wanted makes you even angrier. You wish you had more self-control.

“Don't call me that.” you say through your teeth quietly, only for him to hear too.

Everyone is still talking in the classroom, so almost no one pays attention to your little interaction with Jimin.

“Why not?“ he pauses dramatically. ”Baby?"

You turn around so you can look him in the eye and find Jimin looking a little seductive for a thursday morning grammar class.

Jimin subtly runs his tongue across his mouth and your eyes betray you when they fly straight to his mouth. You hate yourself for this once again. Once again you fell into his game. And Jimin is already smiling when he realizes that for a second you looked at his lips.

“You piece of sh…”

“Well, everyone, let's start today's class. Please be quiet.”

You let out a snort and turn around, not before seeing Jimin staring at your mouth and then quickly at your eyes.

He is unbelievable!

The rest of the class passed by in a torturous manner. You could barely pay attention to the new concepts the teacher was talking about because you were too aware of Jimin's presence behind you.

“Or Jimin really likes you or he's gay.” Yuna says with the calmest face you've ever seen, as if she hadn't just made you almost choke on her words.

“What did you say?”

You have to stop your snack to question her. You heard very well what she said, but you can't believe it.

“That's right, you heard it. Don't pretend you don't see it either.“ She raises an eyebrow, showing that she's not joking about the subject.

You shift uncomfortably on the grass of the schoolyard where you are sitting during break.

“I don't think he's gay…” your mind flies to all the moments you had together and a shiver runs down your legs.

“So he likes you.” she doesn't hesitate to say.

Yuna speaks as if she were saying that the weather is sunny today.

“I don't think that's it either. “ your heart was beating fast in your chest.

“Really? So how do you explain the way he looks at you and the care he only has for you?”

Yuna crosses her arms in front of her body.

“It's just... normal. We're like brothers, we've known each other since childhood.” you start to sweat nervously at your friend's question.

You know she doesn't mean any harm. But you weren't prepared to hear today that Jimin seems to have feelings for you.

Exactly this week. After all the wills you had to go through.

Today really wasn't your day.

“My brother doesn't treat me like that. He's always hitting me and calling me a pig for leaving my towel in the bathroom.” She laughs and you force one too.

“It's just the way he is.”

And you're not lying when you say that. Jimin has a gentle way of being that no one you know has. He's just him.

And you're sure he doesn't treat you in any special way. Jimin is kind to everyone and that's easily noticeable. There's no reason to second-guess yourself because of it.

“Oh stop, tell me you don't have a little crush on him”  she pushes your shoulder and waggles her eyebrows.

You stay silent for a few seconds, but she doesn't give you time to question yourself.

“Come on!” she almost whines, while continuing to push you with her shoulder.

“Think about his thick lips and... Oh! His hot ass, jesus!”

“Stop it!”

You two are laughing so hard.

“I don't know. Maybe?” you laugh shyly and she widens her eyes.

As soon as the words leave your mouth you regret them.

This was sure to spark gossip. And you really didn't want people to start bothering you about it. Not after you and Jimin had spent so long denying that you liked each other.

“See? I knew there was something there. Hoseok owes me 10 dollars for this.” she celebrates without even paying attention to your terrified face.

Wait. Hoseok?

“Hoseok owes you? What the hell is this?” your face contorts in confusion.

“Oh, honey, we all bet you two have a crush on each other. I just didn't think it would be that easy to get it out of you. “ She laughs and you get a little irritated.

“You mean you don't care about my feelings?” your tone changes and her playful expression falls.

This is so out of line. You didn't expect your friends to make bets involving the two of you like this.

“Y/n, it's not that. Please don't think about it this way. We all want you to be together, trust me.” she holds your hand and has a genuine expression on her face.

You feel like she's starting to get a little desperate in the way she talks.

“You're already assuming he has some kind of interest in me.”

You play dumb to her, even though you know that Jimin is interested in you. But you think that maybe it's not like that. You think that what you two do is just a fun pastime and that it doesn't mean anything deeper than that.

And you know that for you, things are becoming problematic. But maybe for Jimin, it's just fun to have a girl available for him to kiss. And being you, someone he knows, makes everything easier.

And deep down, really deep down, you'd like to hear from an outsider that Jimin seems to like you. Somehow it comforts your heart and your ego, even if you have to ask him directly to be sure. But obviously you're not going to do that.

“Oh, come on. Everyone can see that he has a huge crush on you.”

Your face heats up once more at her words.

“I don't think so.”

“Seriously? Everyone has already noticed you two being clingy with each other. Oh chimchim this, mimi that“ she does a terrible imitation of your voice and you push her aside.

‘Stop it. I'm not like that.” you start laughing, because it's ridiculous.

And it's true.

“Of course it is. Ugh, I can't stand you two, seriously. I wish I had someone like that for myself.”

She rolls her eyes and you both start laughing.

It had been a while since you had shared something so intimate with someone other than Jimin.

Sometimes it was nice to have a girl talk.

“But seriously, is there nothing going on between you two?’ she nibbles on the cookies you are eating.

You stop and think.

It had really been a long time since you had any girl talk. What harm would it do to have some of that now?

You needed that escape.

“Okay, if I tell you, will you promise me two things? “ you say, uncertain, but already implying that you have a secret.

She widens her eyes and finishes chewing the cookie.

“Sure, I promise you even three." You laugh at her face. ”Seriously, no bets now.”

You straighten up on the grass you're sitting on.

“First you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

“Of course.”

“Second, please don't freak out too much about it. It's really no big deal.”

You know it's a big deal.

“Okay…” she analyzes you, waiting for you to continue.

“Seriously, don't tell anyone.”

“Just say it already”

“So... we've already, um, kissed “ you fiddle with your fingers looking down, because you're dying of embarrassment.

Her jaw drops and she even drops the cookie she was holding.

“I knew it! I knew soo much! My God.”

You glared at her.

“Alright, alright, no freaking out.”

She tries to control herself.

“When did it happen? Like, how? Oh my god, there are so many questions.”

She looks like a crazy person looking at you.

“Okay, calm down. It's not a big deal, it's just kisses.”

“Kisses? In plural?”

Shit.

You cover your face with your hands, blushing. You're starting to think you've said too much.

“You're so dirty! I can't believe you gave kisses to Park Jimin! “ she slaps you on the arm

“It's no big deal, I swear.”

“Okay, but how did this happen? Tell me the details, for God’s sake.”

She shakes you by the arm.

“I don't know. It just happened. I won't tell you too many details…”

“Urgh, okay. But... when was the last time you guys kissed?’

You pause, wondering if you should tell her. She looks at you with a dramatic look, as if to say, “just spill it.”

“Y-yesterday”

Her jaw dropped for the tenth time today. You blushed again.

“Yesterday?! That's insane.”

“Keep your voice down, everyone will hear you.”

You look around suspiciously.

“You're so in love!”

“That's not it!”

“Oh, it is! My God, you guys are so stupid.”

You start to pack your things because the break is almost over. But really you just wanted an excuse to get out of this subject. You're starting to get nervous.

“I shouldn't have told you that.”

“Hey!”

She takes you by the shoulders and makes you face her.

“It's alright, okay?” she looks deep into his eyes, seeing the desperation.” It's okay to like someone, even if it's your best friend.”

You try to let go of her because your heart starts to tighten and you don't want to start crying in the middle of the courtyard.

“He likes you too.”

She says in a last attempt to make you listen.

“This won't lead to anything.”

“Have you told him how you feel?”

She's getting up too and you kind of turn your back, grabbing your backpack.

“There's nothing to say.”

“Y/n…”

“Enough, okay? I don't want to talk about this anymore.”

She looks a little sad, but she understands your request.

“Okay. Just know that I will always support you.”

Your heart softens a little, despite the erratic beats it's making.

“Thank you, really.”

“And I won’t tell Hoseok that I won the bet.”

You slap her arm and she starts laughing.

And you walk together to your next class, with time running out and arriving 5 minutes late. 

After all the talk with Yuna, you suddenly became very aware of Jimin's presence and all his actions towards you.

And deep down you wish he liked you too.

Jimin is researching dance schools on the computer in his room. The research has been long and he hasn't been happy with some of the comments. Jimin watched some videos explaining how the selection process works for most schools, and some of the comments on the videos complained about the strict rules of these places.

A random comment said:

Kot878: These places are tough on training. And they don't even let you date!

That couldn't be true, right? About the training maybe, but they couldn't forbid them from dating, right?

Jimim got nervous. He knew he wasn't dating anyone, but he couldn't help but fantasize about it. What if you liked him too? Maybe you could date, right?

Jimin was paralyzed looking at that comment, when he heard the sound of footsteps and the door to his room was quickly opened.

“Boo”

Jimin gets scared by you and quickly closes the browser window.

"Shit! Knock before entering.”

“What are you doing? Watching porn?” you giggle and move closer to him.

Jimin was already nervous because you almost caught him looking at that information, after what you said he got even more nervous.

“O-of course not. Are you idiot?”

“Then why did you close the browser window?”

You raise an eyebrow at him and move closer to the computer.

“I was just looking at some dance schools.”

And suddenly you forgot that you were questioning him. Your face lit up with his words and you became excited.

“Really? And how is it going?”

You sit on his bed, waiting for him to answer.

“I haven’t found any nearby yet.”

Jimin wasn’t lying. But that random information he read in a comment left a huge doubt in his head. He would have to look better after you left.

“Hm, but you can move to another city if you get in”

But what about you? Would you stay apart?

“But...”

“I could go with you.”

“What!? No.” Jimin says quickly. He didn’t want to change cities.

“Don’t you want me to come with you?” you pout looking at him.

“No, it’s not that. I don’t want to have to move to another city.” Jimin exhales. This whole situation of looking for dance schools has been stressing him out.

“Well, but maybe that’s the only option”

You’re probably right.

“I’ll take a better look later.”

You nod, swinging your feet over the edge of his bed.

“So, what are you doing here?”

You suddenly remember why you came here.

“I need you to teach me how to study.”

“But your grades are good, right? There’s no need for me to teach you.”

“No! I need to do even better this time. My parents will give me the album of the band I like if I do well.”

He gets up from his chair and walks over to you on the bed, coming closer and making you lean back on your arms.

“You enter a boy's room very freely.”

You swallow. He looks so serious. You feel a little nervous at the sudden change in mood.

“It's just you.”

“And?”

“I-I trust you.”

Jimin remains in the same position, too close to you and analyzing you. He thinks that you still don't see him as a man, even though you've kissed several times.

“What is that?”

You look so pretty like this, with a slightly flushed and confused face. Jimin can only think that he wants to kiss you everywhere. But he doesn't want to pressure you and you end up thinking that he's going too far. What if you stop talking to him? He wouldn't be able to stand that.

Then he rethinks and walks away from you.

“Just... Don't go into boys' rooms like that.”

Jimin sits next to you on the bed, not looking at your face. You get more nervous. What did he mean by that?

“Uhh, okay?”

You actually thought he was going to kiss you again for a few seconds. And honestly, you really wanted him to.

You couldn't muster up enough courage to say that you came here not only because you wanted him to teach you how to study better, but because you wanted to be with him. And maybe... you could get some kisses from him.

“What subjects do you need help with?”

“We can start with math.”

You're trying to memorize the stages of cell division in the library, but you can't figure out how to make it happen logically. You keep forgetting the order all the time and it's already stressing you out.

Pro meta ana tel... That's it! You got it-

“So, have you guys done it yet?” Yuna whispers, sitting next to you.

You write down the logical sentence in your notebook and are happy with your idea. You barely paid attention to what Yuna said, focusing your attention on the logic you just created.

“Yeah, we already did the work—”

“You guys had sex!?”

“What? Oh my god, Yuna, I was talking about the history work”

Your voice gets a little loud from the shock you got from Yuna's words. Some of your classmates give you two ugly looks. Your face is already hot and Yuna's eyes are wide open as she stares at you.

“My God, I say. You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Stop thinking nonsense and study!” you look away from her and point to the notebooks, organizing your study sheets that don’t need to be organized.

“I’m tired of studying. And your life is cooler than mine, so I want to know more.”

She rests her face in her hands and pouts. You really can’t stand it.

“Stop thinking about it.”

“I can’t.”

“You’re disgusting, you know that?”

“Why? It’s normal to do these things.”

Once again, the subject is turning to things you really don’t want to talk about right now, and certainly not in the middle of the library. You feel like you two are going to be thrown out of the library any minute.

You take a deep breath and try to speak as quietly as possible, and in a way that Yuna will end the damn subject.

“We’re not going to do…that.”

“Why not?”

She looks like a child like that.

“Let's focus on studying, hm?”

She snorts.

“Give me some love advice.”

“Stop changing the subject.”

You grab a sheet of paper with notes and hand it to her.

“Seriously.” She takes the paper and looks at it without interest. “Maybe I like Hoseok.”

“Hobi? Oh my God, I knew this was weird.”

Now it’s your turn to disconnect from your studies. She never told you that.

“And we kissed.”

What? What the hell?

Yuna says it like it's no big deal, still analyzing the sheet you handed her without interest. Now you're totally into the subject, you don't want to study anymore.

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You don’t tell me anything about your life.”

“That’s a lie. I told you things I’ve never told anyone.”

“Hey, you two. Be quiet.” The librarian snaps at you and you flinch, nodding.

Yuna comes closer and tries to speak more quietly.

“Well, I’ll only tell you if you tell me what’s going on between you two.”

Yuna shrugs, as if she’s not blackmailing you for information. You can’t believe her nerve. You have nothing interesting to say about this.

“There really isn’t anything going on between us.”

She looks at you with a “seriously?” face and you sigh for the infinite time.

“We just like to kiss each other, that’s it. Now tell me about Hobi.”

She gives up and then starts talking.

“So, we kissed the other day and...”

“You two. I’m going to ask you to find another place to study.”

And you feel so embarrassed about being kicked out of the library that you end the subject there. You really needed to memorize the content for the test.

At the beginning of your 18th birthday, things start to get a little out of control.

“We should stop doing this... “ you say, but your voice isn't confident at all. Not when he's kissing your neck like that.

“This what?”

And on top of that, Jimin plays dumb. He wants to see you admit what you're doing.

He continues to place delicate kisses along your neck and up to your ear. Your heart is already beating hard inside your chest with all the excitement he is causing you.

“This!”

You grab him by the shoulders and pull him away. You were sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard with your notebooks spread out on the mattress. His gaze, his full lips, everything is too tempting for you and your eyes waver. He knows you want to continue.

“Why should we?” he asks, almost pouting.

His voice destroys you. You never imagined you would see him so full of lust. He does it on purpose because he knows how much it affects you.

“We're not focusing on our studies.“ and his eyes couldn't stop looking at his lips.

That wasn't exactly why you thought you should stop this, but it was still true.

It was your senior year of high school. You decided to come home with the excuse that you were going to study for the biology test that would be first thing in the morning tomorrow. And here you were, making out in your room instead of studying.

This whole situation was taking on proportions you hadn't imagined. You both didn't know exactly how it started, but before you knew it, you were already kissing. Neither of you wanted to think too much about it and how far it could go. You were afraid to think about the barriers you could cross if the emotion took over too much.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, you were always interrupted when things were getting too heated. And internally you thanked God, because the fear of making that decision was too much..

You two were almost always getting caught and it became a routine.

“I think we're studying biology very well.” he said in a naughty tone.

And there's that mischievous little smile of his that takes you apart. His hands are already on your waist without you realizing it, squeezing lightly and bringing you closer to him, inviting you to sit on his lap, but not doing so yet.

“Okay, 5 more minutes. But we need to focus, seriously!”

Jimin smiles triumphantly because he knows he won. He doesn't waste any more time, knowing that you really need to focus on your studies after this. He pushes his notebooks aside in a desperate way and it makes you laugh.

Jimin's thoughts are so clouded by lust that he can only think of one thing. So he leaves reason aside.

“Sit on my lap.”

“What?” you get a little nervous with his request, not knowing how to act.

“Come”

His hands push you around the waist and you follow the movement, sitting forward on his lap. His back is against the headboard while his hands caress your legs.

You try not to think too much about the position you're in. You're afraid you won't be able to control yourself when it comes to Jimin. He has a seductive way that only grows as the years go by.

Your lips meet again and your hands caress his soft hair. Everything about him is soft: his hair, his lips, his heart. And you are so addicted that you can't even think straight.

His tongue enters your mouth and you let out a soft sigh. Jimin chuckles as he kisses you, his hands moving from your legs to your hips and then grabbing your waist. He kisses you harder and pushes you down onto his lap. A surprised moan leaves your mouth because you can feel how turned on he is just from kissing you like this.

You're already aroused, too. In fact, you're pretty sure you're already soaking wet. Your parts are screaming for some friction, any movement that will ease that growing throb.

The caresses of his delicate fingers together with his increasingly skilled tongue in your mouth makes you lose self-control and start rubbing yourself on his lap.

You move just enough for that throbbing to stop bothering you. But his kiss is addictive and his hands caress you in such a light way that it makes you lose all the self-control you should have.

His hands holding your hips encourage you to continue rubbing yourself on his lap. Jimin sighs, also affected by the way you are grinding on top of him. He feels like he could explode with lust. Your flushed face, with your lips slightly parted, letting out sighs, is certainly the most erotic image he has ever seen in his life.

The way his hard erection rubs right against your most sensitive spot makes you close your eyes tightly. Slowly letting low moans escape your lips as you still kiss awkwardly.

“Do you like this?”

Jimin kisses your cheek, collarbone, behind your ear, your neck in several parts. He seems to be adoring you and at that moment it was all you needed the most.

“Oh-yes”

You grip his shoulders as you use more strength to shift on his lap. His legs bend to bring you closer, pressing you completely against him.

You can feel the pleasure growing in the pit of your stomach, but the insecurity of finishing in front of him starts to hit you harder. Your moans start to come out without your control and Jimin can sense it. He knows you're controlling yourself, by the way your eyes are closed and your eyebrows are furrowed.

He holds the back of your neck and kisses you. His other hand is on your hip pushing you down while his hips also work to pleasure you.

When you feel him pushing his hips against your core, you know you've already lost. Within seconds of this friction, you feel your orgasm building inside your belly. When you both push together once more, you feel the explosion of orgasm. Your moans can no longer be contained by his kisses. Your walls tighten around nothing and give you a feeling of satisfaction, but emptiness at the same time.

Your hands grip Jimin's shoulders tightly as you still rub yourself against his erection.

“Ah, Jimin…”

Jimin is in heaven listening to you softly moan his name over and over again. He swears he could have cum just from that if it weren't for the underwear and sweatpants squeezing him so tightly.

When you calm down, it still takes a few seconds for you to open your eyes and finally look at him.

You can't believe you just had an orgasm in front of Jimin. Something so intimate and so personal that you just shared it with him, your best friend.

"Did you finish?” Jimin asks, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You feel his other hand caressing your back, trying to relax you.

It takes you a long few seconds to gather the courage to say yes.

“I'm happy” Jimin kisses your cheek.

You don't get it.

“Why?”

“Because I made you feel good, right?”

You stay silent, staring at him and thinking how he can be so amazing.

At the same time your mind remembers that he is also horny and that he is probably dying because of it right now. You need to do something for him too. You want to do something for him.

“And you? How can I make you feel good?” your face automatically heats up.

“You don't have to do that” he gives a little smile. ”And we still need to finish studying” he looks around, at the mess that is the bedspread and at the study papers that fell on the floor.

“But I want to”

And you really do. But Jimin is hesitant and you can feel it. You just can't quite put your finger on why.

You don't realize it, but what Jimin has is insecurity. He's afraid of forcing you or that you're forcing yourself to do it for him. Maybe you can't even imagine him that way.

Just the idea that you might be forcing him to do this makes him lose his excitement.

When Jimin looks into your eyes again, you take him by surprise, kissing him. Both of your hands go to his face, caressing him as you kiss.

You pull away from him and let your foreheads touch.

“Show me how I can make you feel good too.”

Jimin sees sincerity in your eyes. So, he lets down his walls of insecurity and agrees to let you do it.

Something so simple and that any boy wouldn't hesitate to let a girl do. But he can't be like that. Jimin could never use someone just for his pleasure. He doesn't work that way.

“Okay…”

You sit a little further away, but still on top of his thighs. Just enough so that you can see the bulge in his pants.

Jimin guides your hand to the bulge between his legs and you touch it hesitantly. It's warm and hard and you gasp in surprise. Jimin doesn't miss a moment of your reactions.

You start to caress him over his pants, hesitant and embarrassed. You feel his eyes burning into you. Jimin analyzes your every move.

But you want more. You want to feel and see what it's like.

“Can I touch...?”

“You're touching.”

“Not like this.”

Jimin bites his lips.

You're going to drive him crazy like this.

Jimin takes your hand and puts it on the waistband of his pants. He doesn't stop to think about the situation, otherwise he would lose his courage. And deep down, you're also thinking the same thing.

You help him pull down his sweatpants and underwear, freeing his hard, hot member that rests against Jimin's belly.

You try not to look too surprised, but it's practically impossible. You swallow him with your eyes. This is the first time you've seen a dick in real life. 

“What?” Jimin asks, a little embarrassed.

A thousand thoughts run through his head. You didn't like it? Was it what you expected? Maybe you think he is small?

He shifts uncomfortably on the bed and you look at him and notice his discomfort. Finally you answer.

“Nothing, it's... it's just the first time I've seen a... uh…”

“Dick?”

You close your eyes for a second at the way he talks. So dirty and different.

“Yeah…”

You don’t know how to say this, but Jimin is incredible. The shape and size, the veins covering him, the pink, leaking tip. You didn’t know you could get this turned on. Your eyes are glued to him.

“Do you like it?”

“Oh, yes.” You say promptly.

Jimin feels a weight lift off his shoulders when he hears you responding so enthusiastically.

“You can touch.” 

You bit your lip and reached out to touch him for the first time. You felt him in your hand, warm and hard. It was the first time you were touching him like this and also the first time you had touched anyone like this.

Your fingers closed around his cock and you tested how tight you could get. Jimin immediately closed his eyes and moaned. You glanced up at him, surprised by the sound he made.

Your heart started pounding in your chest and you felt that pulse return to your core. You could never imagine how sexy Jimin would look moaning like that and it definitely turned you on. You wanted to see more of this.

You start to move back and forth carefully, not sure if you should do it that way. You lick your lips and look at him. His eyes are glued to you, practically swallowing you.

“Here, squeeze like this.” He wraps his fingers together with yours and squeezes hard, showing you how much pressure you can apply.

Another moan escapes his lips, but this time Jimin continues to look directly at you.

“Now do it like this” he guides your hand up and down his cock, while he doesn't take his eyes off yours. ”Oh, that's it, just like that.” he moans with satisfaction when you take the rhythm by yourself.

You are fascinated by him. His moans encourage you to continue. Your hand quickly moves up and down his cock.

Jimin is lost in the vision he has of you giving him pleasure. He can't control his mind with the various dirty scenes he imagines the two of you doing.

Your eyes alternate between looking at his cock and watching his reactions. You want to lick it but you're afraid it'll be too much, so you settle for giving him pleasure with just your hand.

“I'm close…”

Jimin moans louder and you feel your parts contracting. It's so exciting to know that he's moaning like this because of you. You feel powerful and confident.

You squeeze him tighter in your hand and the noise is loud and sticky. His hand goes to your face and lifts your chin, caressing your jaw.

“You're so beautiful-oh”

You let out a soft moan because your wrist is starting to hurt, but you don't want to stop. Jimin looks like he's about to cum and you don't want to miss that scene.

Suddenly, you hear the front door creaking. You hear your mother calling your name from the living room, along with the sound of keys being dropped on the counter. Your eyes almost pop out of your head when you look at Jimin.

You quickly pull away.

Jimin stands up and pulls up his underwear along with his pants and tries to fix his hair, which is a mess.

Yours is also a mess and you try to tie it in a ponytail. As soon as you tie your hair, you pick up the notebooks that are thrown on the floor and try to fix the pages that fell.

Jimin sits at his computer desk with a notebook in his hand. He tries to adjust his erection that is painfully pressing inside his pants. He crosses his legs to try to hide it. Jimin runs his hand through his hair, smoothing it back and notices that his forehead is sweaty. He tries to wipe it off while you climb into bed and arrange your study materials.

Your mother knocks on the door at the same time and enters the room. She is surprised to see the two of you, but if she noticed anything, she didn't show it on her face.

“Ah, you're here. How dedicated. ” She says, smiling at the two of you.

“Good afternoon, ma'am.”

“Hi, mom. You're early today.” your voice comes out a little breathless and Jimin gives you a quick look, without your mother noticing.

“Oh yeah. I didn't have much work today so I ended up leaving early.” she explains and you agree. “What are you studying?”

Your mother's eyes scan your notebooks. You swallow.

“Biology”

It wasn't a lie.

But due to the events of a few minutes ago, this information suddenly seemed very funny.

Jimin does his best with his head down on his notebooks to keep from bursting out laughing. The last thing you need right now is to make a mistake in front of your mother.

“Oh, really?” your mother says. ”Next time, study in the living room okay? “ she looks at you two and winks.

Soon she leaves the door and leaves it leaning against it, you and Jimin with your eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

You look at each other and start to laugh softly. You cover your mouth with your hand.

You feel so dirty but at the same time so alive. You can't understand it, you just feel a sense of happiness.

“Do you think she noticed?” Jimin asks

“Well, your hair is practically dripping.” you point out and he quickly starts running his hand through his hair. “I don't think she thinks it's that hard to study biology” you laugh a little

Jimin laughs as he finishes fixing his hair. Your hair isn't perfect either, but the ponytail disguised it a bit. What couldn't be disguised were your completely red cheeks, but that's just a detail.

“We didn't lie, at least.” Jimin says, shrugging.

You throw a pillow at him. He's so cheeky sometimes.

“Let's study for real now!”

You try to sound bossy but it doesn't come out as expected. But Jimin finds your mannerisms cute and agrees.

“Yes, ma'am!”

You really need to focus on something other than reflecting on the events from now. 

Things have flowed at such a natural and pressure-free pace that you don’t feel as guilty as you thought you would. And most of all, you trust Jimin, so things are kinda okay.

The thing that bothers you and stayed in your head even when you were already taking a shower to go to bed at night is: things are moving forward gradually and that would be fine, if you weren't best friends.

And your head starts spinning because all of this started under the pretext that you were practicing your first kiss, but look at it now.

You really try not to think about it too much, but as soon as you lay your head on the pillow, the only thing that goes through your mind is: aren't we going too far?

As soon as Jimin enters the classroom early in the morning, the teacher calls on him for a few seconds before starting the class.

“Jimin, I need to talk to you. Please stay at the end of the class” the academic planning teacher says and takes Jimin by surprise.

Jimin agrees and goes to sit in class right behind you. You didn't see him go talk to the teacher because you were talking to the guys and he didn't have time to tell you because class started right after.

He couldn't get it out of his head even during class. Jimin already knew more or less what the teacher was going to say, but he was still nervous. He knew that time was running out and he needed to make a decision about it soon.

At the end of class, you gather your things and wait for Jimin. Everyone has already left but Jimin is still taking a long time.

“Come on, Mimi!”

Jimin is slower than usual. And quieter than usual. You didn't know why. You wanted to ask him on the way home.

“I'm going to have to stay here.”

You don't understand.

“Why?” your face wrinkles in confusion.

Jimin lifts his face and looks at you, he has a serious expression on his face.

“I have a meeting with the academic planning teacher.’

Now you understand. That means it's time for him to decide which dance school he wants to go to, so he can send in his documents and apply. Your heart starts beating faster.

“Oh, that's good, right? Is it about the dance school you want to go to?”

“Yeah…”

You notice that there's something strange about him. Why isn't he happy about this?

“What's wrong with you?”

“It's nothing, I'm just nervous.”

You give him a small smile and move closer to him. It's a big decision, you understand why he's nervous.

“It’s okay, Mimi. I’m sure everything will be fine.”

You know you’re closer than you should be because you can smell his scent and the warmth of his body. But there’s no one around right now and you let yourself be. To be honest, you’re a little tired of pretending you’re not that close in front of others.

Jimin gives you a sad smile. And all he can see are your eyes shining with excitement for him.

If you only knew...

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me”

The room is empty and the school is starting to get quiet because everyone has already rushed out to leave.

Jimin comes closer to you and seals your lips for a few seconds. You are so surprised that you don't even have time to close your eyes.

“For luck”

And you blush.

“I'll go first then.”

Jimin agrees with you and you say goodbye.

"I really think you should apply to that dance school in Seoul, Jimin. It's your best chance, even if it's far away." 

Jimin considers the teacher's words, his hands sweating coldly in his lap. Jimin knows the teacher is right, but he doesn't know what to say to that. He hadn't anticipated this whole situation, this whole sudden change of scenery.

He couldn't imagine living in another city alone.

“I know it's a big step to live away from your parents, but you should consider this possibility if it's really your dream.”

Jimin just agrees with everything the teacher says, but he can't say much, even though he's thinking a thousand things at the same time.

"And with your grades and your talent, I'm sure you'll get in."

Jimin is happy, really. But some things hold him back, despite his happiness. And he feels conflicted about his feelings.

When he gets home that day, he knows he's already made up his mind. He just doesn't know how to tell you. And even though you said you'd go with him, he knows that wouldn't be a reality. Your parents are too strict about letting you go to college far from home.

Jimin decides to wait a little longer to tell you about it.

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[yourresidentstanlover]

I can't sleep and I have to get up in less than 4 hours for school n shit, so have some of my thoughts about fiddlestan and fiddauthor.

DISCLAIMER: I have not read the entirety of The Book of Bill, or Journal 3. I've only seen snippets online. I want to get them both, tho. I'll get my hands on em once it gets less cold and icy around here.

Sooo fiddlestan. I like it, and it has a loooot of potential for angst. HOWEVER, I don't like when people villainize Ford just to make Fidds get with Stan. I do think that Ford cares deeply about Fiddleford, he just doesn't really know how to express it, and is entirely oblivious to any feelings Fiddleford may have for him (c'mon man, he left his wife and kids to study weird shit in the woods with you).

Now for Stan with Fiddleford, I don't really see that relationship lasting, at least not healthily (is that an actual word?? Whatever, you know what I'm sayin). If going the angsty route, I think Fidds would at first try to replace Ford with Stanley in an attempt to regain the man he lost. And Stanley would be open to the affection Fidds gives him cause he's touch-starved, and I don't think anyone's said "I love you" to him for a minimum of ten years. But Fiddleford would realize that Stan isn't Ford, no matter how much he tries to delude himself into thinking he is. And Stan would realize that Fidds just isn't his type or somethin.

Ok now fiddauthor. I love this so much, both when Stanford and Fiddleford are young and when they're old (people are sleeping on that old man yaoi!!). I also headcanon Ford as asexual. I looooveee the thought of fiddauthor in the 70s while they were in college, breaking up for whatever reason (or just kinda drifting apart if it wasn't a committed relationship or whatever), and Ford's lil heart breaking when Fidds marries Emma May.

Alternatively, I do kinda like the thought of a poly relationship between Fiddleford, Emma May, and Stanford. That would be a fun au to make a comic about. I have been wanting to make an Emma May design for a bit now lol.

But when they're older and working in Gravity Falls, oh god sooo much angsty potential with infidelity and unrequited feelingsss (technically they're both in love with each other, but neither are good at ✨️ communication ✨️). Ford would probably be so absorbed with Bill, and listening to his manipulations to actually recognize Fiddleford's feelings for him.

And when they're old ass men? Ugh so much fluff can happen from them finally making up for lost time or somethin. People really sleep on the true old man yaoi lmao.

On a slightly separate note, I do ship Billford, and I have thoughts about it that I'm not gonna get into here. But I'll give ya the abridged version: I like shipping it, I don't like romanticizing it, and i like seeing how the relationship had a lasting effect on Ford. I don't like shipping them post-weirdmageddon, and i don't think Bill can truly be redeemed. I have mixed feelings on those redemption au's. I also like triangle fucking jokes. I'm sorry but that is comedy gold.

Also I'm gonna (eventually) make a post talking about my oc x canon ship (Kyle x Stanley). I personally love them (obviously), they're two gay old criminals who have shockingly similar pasts. What's not to love? Also it's a fun way to explore writing older characters with different body types, since before, most of the characters i drew were young twinks, beefed up guys/girls, and skinnier women. Drawing these old men has really helped with diversifying the body types I draw.

Alright, ramble over. Goodnight everyone.

(Also while writing this, I broke into a coughing fit. I hope i didn't catch my dad's cold lmao. God is trying to stop me from talking about yaoi, but dammit, I can't be stopped >:3)