#the power of Lee Pace's brows too

[orsanedraws]

rewatching The Fall (2006) reminded me of the power the stories have. composing and telling the story, tearing your soul open. and experiencing the story, letting it be a part of you. staying with you forever. i wish i could be a writer

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE OT8

The one where the power goes out. And something more than just candles starts burning.

or

Part Two of the Twenty Second installment of the Skz!Pack Prequel series.

A/N: Deuces. ✌🏼

Tags: Skz, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, Skz!pack, Skz!abo, Poly!skz, Pack!prequel, skz!pack prequel, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n. skz x you, skz x reader, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios, skz drabble

Genre: Angst, Light Smut, Light Fluff

Warning: Panic Attacks

Title: Lie to Me: Part II

Chan stares at you, tongue thick in his mouth, because he doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know why you would say something like that. 

He thinks, not for the first time, that you’re one of the prettiest people he’s ever seen. 

The water is cascading down the bridge of your nose, across the full bow of your trembling lips, down the long line of your neck and in between the valley of your breasts. 

He tries not to focus too much on that last part, because those thoughts will go right to his dick, and what kind of mate would he be if he got hard while you’re obviously going through something? 

He doesn’t know if it’s because of the whole moonmate thing or just because he’s pretty sure he loves you so fucking much that it hurts, but he can feel the distress rolling off of you in waves, and his wolf is working itself into a frenzy trying to fix it, fix anything. 

“You don’t-” He starts to say, too slow and stumbling over his words, trying to keep up with his thoughts, and you look up at him and suddenly, he can’t breathe.

He thinks of earlier-finding you curled in the woods, soaked to the bone, clearly terrified-and his heart clenches in his chest. 

So instead of trying to finish his thought, he simply pulls you back against his body once more and holds you close. 

*************

Changbin watches you silently, curled in the safety of Chan’s arms, and he thinks, not for the first time, that he’s thankful for the other alpha, because sometimes, he doesn’t know what to say or do, and Chan’s a fixer, always has been.

But he doesn’t say anything now, and Changbin watches as you shiver again, your lips slowly turning from that scary blue from before to something a little more like your natural pink. 

He takes in a breath, glancing up into the stream of the slowly cooling water, blinking his eyes a few times to shed the droplets, and then he says to no one in particular, “Water’s getting cold.” 

He shifts, leaning one shoulder against the wall of the small shower, his chest brushing against your arm, and he tells himself that you feel warmer, that you’re slowly returning to life. 

His alpha disagrees, pacing anxiously up and down his insides, taking in the distress still clear in your scent, but Changbin forces himself to only wrap his fingers loosely around your wrist, placating his wolf for the moment just by touching you, feeling your pulse under his palm. 

******

Minho wants to grind his teeth in frustration, because it’s clear, even after everything, that you’re still upset, still unsure, still fucking cold. 

He sighs, long and heavy, instead, and tips his head back, staring up at the foggy ceiling for a moment before he finally says firmly, “You’re not hard to look out for.” 

He feels your gaze on him, and he tilts his head back down, arching a brow at you, holding your eyes. 

“So whoever put that stupid idea in your head, sweetheart, tell them to fucking back off.” 

You drop his gaze, running your fingers up your arm, watching the way the water trails between them, and he sees you take in a shuddering breath. 

Minho’s wolf growls at the bitterness still present in your scent. 

When he shifts slightly, his arm brushes against the warmth of Changbin’s, and his eyes go to Chan’s over your head. 

Minho snaps his teeth a few times, working off the antsy irritation crawling across his skin, and then he takes in a deep breath, and reaches out to brush a finger down the line of your cheek. 

You glance up at him once more, and he tilts his head, studying you, and when he speaks, his voice is gentler, and he doesn’t know if he’s the one talking now, or if it’s the alpha inside of him trying to reach out and reassure your own. 

“No one here thinks you’re a burden, sweetheart. And no one here is ever going to give up on your sweet little ass either, even if you do.” 

*****

You stare at Minho, and your insides feel warm, even if your skin is still slightly cold from being out in the storm. 

You part your lips to say something, anything, in return, and suddenly, the power cuts out. 

You let out a yelp of terror and surprise, and when a boom of  follows, seeming to shake the small bathroom, you scramble in the dark to find Chan, your nails scratching across his chest, your breath heavy and hard in your ears. 

You’re blinded by panic, and it takes you a moment to register that they’re talking to you, all three of them closing in to form a tight circle around you beneath the cool stream of water from overhead. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Chan says breathlessly, his hands coming up to loop fingers around your wrists, holding them firmly against the warmth of his chest. “It’s okay, baby.” 

Your night vision hasn’t kicked in yet, and your heart is thundering so loudly in the pitch black that you feel like you’re going to throw up. 

You feel light headed as a flash of lightning and another crack of thunder crashes outside, and you barely register as Changbin slips an arm around your waist, pressing the warmth of his body against the length of your back. 

“Breathe, baby girl.” He murmurs out, his breath warm as it washes across the juncture of your shoulder. “We’ve got you.” 

You take in a few deep, uneven breaths, shuddering on the way in and out, and you feel Minho rest his chin on top of your head, a heavy comforting weight, as he says firmly, “That’s it. Good girl. In and out.” 

You take some more deep breaths, and you can begin to see their dark outlines appear in the black of the shower. 

You blink a few times, the water dripping into your eyes, and another loud cacophony of thunder echoes outside the building. 

You skitter into Chan, crowding into his space once more, and he releases his hold on your wrists as you paw desperately at him, and when you cry out, your voice is full of panic, breathless and scared. 

“I need you to distract me. Please-” You dig your nails into his upper arms as another streak of lightning flashes, and you can feel your heart speeding up again as you swallow hard. “-anything! Please, Chan!” 

He hesitates, you can see the indecision crease his brow now that your night vision is in full effect, but when another loud bang of thunder has you gasping, wide eyed and terrified, his features set, and he leans forward and covers your mouth with his. 

It wasn’t what you had in mind, but it works. 

Because as his fingers find your chin in the dark, holding you in place, angling your mouth so he can slide his tongue in between the part of your lips, you find yourself thinking less of the raging storm and more of the alpha standing in the spray of the shower with you. 

You’re breathless and your heart is still pounding, but for an entirely different reason now. 

Changbin’s hand slides around the front of your throat, warm and steady, and you feel him at your back, hard and ready. 

Without thinking, you press yourself back into him while you kiss Chan, and he lets out a slight groan, his fingers flinching around your neck. 

Chan breaks the kiss, sliding his tongue from your mouth, and you catch your breath, staring up at him, breathing hard, and he tilts his head, taking in Changbin’s hand at your throat, the water streaming over your skin, lips red and slick. 

“Is it working?” He asks with slight amusement, sliding a large palm up your stomach, cupping your breast, the water gathering in his hand. 

“Yeah.” You breathe out, because it’s true, you haven’t noticed the lightning or thunder for the last several minutes. “But-” 

But you need more. 

Changbin presses against you, and you let out a breathy sort of sound, his lips at your ear, breath hot against your throat. 

You can hear the smirk in his voice when he says softly, “But we can do better.” And then to Chan, “C’mon, Channie. Wanna share?” 

Chan glances to Changbin, eyes dark, and then back to you. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he watches you, until he finally asks quietly, “More?” 

You nod immediately, feeling dizzy, Changbin kissing slowly up the arch of your neck, and something darkens in Chan’s eyes, his lips parting slightly as he lets his gaze drop slowly down your bare, wet body. 

Another round of thunder has you jumping slightly, fingers clenching into the skin of Chan’s chest, but before you can fully process the rising panic, Minho is there, leaning into your space, sandwiched between Chan and Changbin, his long, cool fingers capturing your chin. 

“Look at me.” He commands, voice low, and you can’t tear your eyes away from him. Something akin to satisfaction washes across his pretty features, and he leans toward you, lips brushing your own. “I want to watch your face when they both take you, sweetheart.” 

You shiver at his words, and in some sort of unspoken agreement, Chan and Changbin move-tugging off their drenched, heavy sweats in one motion, Changbin’s fingers finding your hips and holding you still, and Chan sliding into you without warning at the same time. 

You gasp, body clenching slightly, but he’s slow, deliberate, and gentle, and soon, you relax. 

“Fuck.” Chan breathes out, letting his forehead drop to your own, and you have to agree with the sentiment. 

Changbin grins, you feel it against your skin, and then you feel him, and he angles himself behind you, fingers slick with water as he slowly lets them trace down your hips to your thighs. 

“Deep breath, baby girl.” He admonishes beneath his breath, and you force yourself to relax once more as you feel his fingers explore between your thighs, before he leans in to you and slowly, so slowly it’s almost painful, gains entrance. 

You bite down hard on your bottom lip, because you’ve never felt anything like this, but Changbin takes his time, and soon, there’s nothing but pleasure as you finally fully relax into both of them, stretched and full. 

“Good girl.” Minho murmurs, eyes bright, as he takes in the two alphas on either side of you, the water cascading down all of you. He lets his fingers slide down your throat as you whine at Changbin’s slight movement behind you and Chan’s ensuing groan. “Breathe, sweetheart.” Minho reminds you gently, watching you carefully, his thumb trailing backup to trace across the outline of your bottom lip. “It’ll feel even better if you breathe through it.” 

You don’t know if that’s even possible, but you do as he says anyway, taking in a few deep breaths, hands on Chan’s shoulders, Changbin motionless against your back, and then Minho cocks his head, smirking slightly, studying you with a dark, unreadable gaze. 

He leans forward, baring his teeth, and bites down on the skin of your shoulder, teeth marking the skin around your scent gland. 

You gasp, a delicious shiver running down your spine, and Chan jerks his hips up into yours on reflex, Changbin letting out a shuddering breath as his fingers tighten against your throat. 

Minho lathes across the sting of his bite with his tongue, tracing your scent gland, the line of your collar bone, the column of your throat, peering up at you knowingly through dark lashes. 

“Do that again, hyung.” Changbin rasps out, voice hoarse, your legs trembling, body tight around him. “She liked it.” 

Minho’s breath is warm as it fans across your bare chest in a chuckle, and he slides his hands up your sides, his voice low when he murmurs out against your throat, “What did we say about breathing, sweetheart?” 

You consciously take in a deep breath, holding it for a moment, and then let it out, and Minho practically purrs. 

“Good girl.” 

His teeth sink into your skin again and at the same time, Chan and Changbin move. 

A wave of pleasure crashes over you, numbing your thoughts and heightening your senses, as the two alphas in front and back of you work you over slowly, finding a rhythm between the two of them that has all three of you soon panting for breath, Chan’s forehead heavy against your own, Changbin’s hand tight around your throat. 

You moan, and Chan splays a hand  with a loud thud against the shower wall beside your head. 

“Fuck, I can’t-” He stutters out, just as Changbin growls and buries his head between your shoulder blades. 

There is warmth, the feeling of being completely filled, and then both their hips stutter to a stop and all you can hear, all you can feel, is your heart pounding in rhythm with their own, your harsh gasps for air as they hold you up between them. 

Your body feels limp and weak, but good, and you haven’t even thought once about the storm still raging outside, the dark, unlit atmosphere of the bathroom, the now cool water streaming over your bare skin. 

No, it’s just them, and you, and this glow of contentment that’s slowly settling every inch of your body, making you tired and awake all at once. 

Changbin is the first to move, pulling out with a groan, and he leans against the wall for support for a moment before he crooks a finger at Minho, still standing in front of you. 

“Dick, hyung.” 

Minho smirks, arching a brow at the still panting alpha, and you don’t miss the way his eyes slowly roam down the broad lines of Changbin’s bare chest, the rest of his tan, naked skin. 

“Are you calling me one, princess, or are you asking for mine?” 

Changbin growls, rolling his eyes, and in a brave move, loops his fingers around the other alpha’s wrist, yanking him toward him as he drops to his knees in the limited space of the shower in one smooth motion. 

He glances up at Minho from between his legs, clear exasperation, edged with open hunger, on his features. 

“You tell me.” He mutters out, before he leans forward and takes Minho into his mouth. 

You watch, from the safety and comfort of Chan’s arms, body limp and satiated, as Changbin finishes Minho off, the older alphas’ hand tangled in his head of wet, dark curls, and everything inside of you feels good in this moment, right even. 

“I love you.” You say, without really thinking it through and to no one in particular, warm and hazy in Chan’s arms, as Changbin swipes a hand across his mouth and pulls himself to his feet.

Chan freezes behind you, hands going still on your skin. 

Changbin crosses the small space to you, pinching your chin between his fingers, eyes dark and warm, breath ghosting across your lips as he growls, “Gets better every time you say it.” 

And when he leans forward to kiss you, you taste Minho on his lips. 

Minho smirks. 

“Yeah, we know, sweetheart.” He motions to the cool water, the dark bathroom, and then to your thighs, sticky with fluids. “Now c’mon. Let’s get cleaned up-again-and get out, before we all die of hypothermia.”

******

“I think I fucked it up for good this time.” You say morosely, playing with a loose string on one of the many blankets tucked over the top of you. 

You’re warm and dry, bundled in your bed, wearing one of Changbin’s hoodies and Chan’s sweats, body already deliciously sore from your earlier activities, the three alphas lounging beside you, cuddling against you for extra warmth. 

The power still hasn’t come back on, but the storm has sort of stopped howling, and the flicker of the few candles you had managed to find are nice, almost cozy, in a way, lighting up the walls of your small bedroom.

You’ve just finished telling them about seeing Jeongin earlier, before your ill fated run, and your heart is starting to feel heavy again in your chest. 

“Told you it was a bad idea.” Minho remarks offhandedly, glancing up from the screen of his phone, his fingers pausing in playing with Changin’s wet, stringy curls, the other alpha’s head nestled in his lap. “We can’t avoid him forever, or even currently, it seems.” 

“You’re not helping.” Chan comments sharply, and Minho shrugs, turning back to his phone, as Chan leans up on his elbow, staring down at you, before he says gently, “It wasn’t your fault, baby. We all came up with the plan. You were just doing what you thought was best.” 

“Yeah, but he doesn’t know that. And I still feel awful.” You shrug hopelessly, pulling the heavy weight of Chan’s arm back across your chest and wiggling your toes, cold even with socks on, into the warmth of the unsuspecting Changbin’s side. 

“Fuck!” Changbin curses and yelps at the feel of your frozen feet, jumping slightly, before he cracks open an eye and levels you with a heated glare. “Watch the ice blocks, baby girl, goddamn.” 

“You’re supposed to be warming me up.” You fire back, and Changbin grumbles, but stuffs your feet back under his arm anyway. 

You stare at the ceiling for a moment, letting your eyes grow heavy with the feel of Chan’s relaxed breaths beneath your cheek-in and out, in and out-and then you admit quietly, “The human side of me is pretty sure we love that stupid kid. The wolf side of me, however, wants to violently rip him apart every time we see him.” 

“Stupid, dumb alpha.” Changbin replies, nodding, before he sighs. “I get it. We all get it.” 

Minho huffs a breath in annoyance, shoving Changbin’s head roughly off his lap as the other alpha yelps once again. 

“Hyung!” 

“I told you we should just tell him the truth. But nobody listens to their wise, sageful elders around here.” 

Changbin sits up, eyes wide and curls disheveled. 

“We can’t just tell him the truth! What are we even going to say? ‘Oh, sorry kid, you can hang out, but we can’t tolerate you in your current state, but don’t feel bad, don’t let this give you a complex or anything!’” 

“Seo Changbin, that’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said. And trust me, the list is pretty fucking long.” 

They continue arguing, and you start to tune them out, it all becoming comforting background noise against the tired, contented hum of your exhausted brain and body.

Underneath you, Chan’s body stills, his fingers coming to a stop on your skin beneath the thick fabric of the hoodie, and then his voice, quiet in your ear, “Hey.” 

You roll over to squint up at him. “Hi?” 

He stares at you for a moment, uncertainty washing across his pretty features, and then he says in one hurried, breathless rush-”Did you mean it? What you said in the shower earlier?” 

It takes your muddled brain a moment to catch on-what had you said in the shower?-and then recognition dawns, like a lightbulb being turned on, and you huff a little laugh. 

You reach up and stroke a finger down the arch of his cheekbone affectionately. 

“Yeah, unfortunately for you, pretty boy, I did. I meant every fucking word.” You tilt your head, giving him a cheeky little grin as you arch your brow. “You’re stuck with me now.” 

Chan is silent for the beat of a moment, not even breathing, and then his face crinkles with a smile so large you think he’s going to split himself in half-eyes disappearing into half moons, dimples sinking in his cheeks. 

“Fuck yeah.” He breathes out, before he leans over and covers your mouth with his. 

You let yourself sink into his warmth, into the familiar, comforting embrace of his kiss for a few minutes, but a loud, insistent pounding at your door has you jumping in surprise all too soon, bolting upright in the bed and jostling the other alphas. 

Changbin’s brow creases with confusion as he glances into the darkness of the hallway, the wild pounding still echoing, and he shoots you a cautious glance. 

“Are you expecting anyone?” 

You shake your head, your brain feeling more than a little fuzzy. “No, I-” 

Your eyes drift to your phone sitting on the bedside table, screen dark and battery dead, and suddenly, everything clicks into place in horrifying detail. 

“Fuck.” You swear, throwing aside the blankets and stumbling to your feet, aware the other alphas are on full alert now, tense and ready. “Hyunjin. I forgot to respond to his text when I left his apartment, and then the power went out and my phone died-” 

Guilt churns in your gut as the thundering on your door continues, frantic and insistent now, and you dart down the dark hallway without a second thought, unlocking the deadbolt and flinging open the door in one rushed motion. 

Hyunjin is standing on the other side, phone held in hand, flash light on, looking absolutely unhinged with worry. 

All the breath in your body leaves at the sight of him. 

“Hyunjin-” You breathe out, but he pushes past you into the dark apartment without a word, scent sour and angry, and it’s only then that you realize he’s not alone. 

Jeongin is standing in the doorway now, eyes red from crying, face swollen, and everything inside of you crumples. 

Your wolf growls, tearing at your insides. 

“Jeongin-” You say hoarsely, torn between wanting to hug him, and rip his throat out. 

Hyunjin saves you from doing either. 

“Do you know how fucking worried we were?” He’s pacing the length of your living room, and you turn your attention to him, his eyes flashing dark and angry, body tense. “You left all weird and then didn’t return my texts or calls and it started to storm-” 

“I know, I’m sorry-” You start to say, reaching out a hand for him, but he shrugs you off, cutting you off without so much as a glance. 

“And then you just-” He stops, chest heaving, and suddenly bends over, a hand going to his forehead as his face screws with pain. “Fuck, I have the worst headache, and you just-” 

“Jinnie.” You say softly, taking a cautious step toward him, hand still outstretched. “Sit down-” 

“No!” He blurts out, straightening up again, eyes crackling, as his gaze sweeps across you to the mouth of the hallway, Minho, Changbin, and Chan appearing now, expressions cautious and guarded. “One of you fucking couldn’t call and let me know she was okay?” 

“Hyunjin.” Minho warns firmly, face unreadable, but eyes flashing gold dangerously. 

“No.” Hyunjin repeats, softer this time, and he motions to Jeongin, who has entered the room, standing folded in on himself in the corner. “You owe him an explanation. So let’s fucking hear it.” 

You open your mouth, but no words come out, and Jeongin glances up at you, expression twisted with pain. 

Your heart goes right to your gut. 

“Noona-” He says, voice quiet and trembling, eyes downcast. “-if you didn’t want to hang out with me, it’s really okay-” 

Your chest caves in, and you take a step toward him. He flinches back, and you stop. 

“Oh my god, Jeongin, no, that’s not it at all.” You stumble over your words in your hurry to get them out, tongue thick and mouth dry as you stare at him. 

He looks up at you then, and his eyes hold a little bit of defiance now. 

“So what is it?” 

You swallow thickly, and glance to the other alphas standing silently in the mouth of the hallway. 

Everything feels precarious-you can feel the adrenaline, the fear, from earlier zapping just beneath your skin again, like electric wires only needing the hint of a spark to jump to life once more. 

Your heart is starting to pick up pace again, and you feel sick. 

“I don’t-” You start helplessly, and your throat is clogging up with the pounding of your heart, your fingers are trembling. 

“You just-can’t be here right now.” You say hoarsely, and everything inside of you balks at the way Jeongin’s face instantly falls. 

You’re dangerously close to another panic attack. 

“I don’t understand.” Jeongin blurts out suddenly, and his eyes are shiny with tears, and you really think you might lose all control now, watching him balling his hands into angry fists at his sides, staring you down with a flash of anger. “If you don’t like me, if you don’t want to be around me, then just tell me, and I’ll go! It’s not that fucking hard to be honest with someone, even if you don’t feel the same way!” 

“Jeongin.” You gasp out, shaking your head, the burn of tears in your own eyes threatening now. “It’s not any of that.” Your voice raises, and you’re not sure why, but you’re yelling now, willing him to understand. “I love you so fucking much that it hurts, but I can’t-” 

“Oh god.” Jeongin suddenly wraps his arms around his stomach, and you can see his chest rising in rapid movements, as if he’s hyperventilating. “I think I’m going to be sick.” 

His face contorts, and without another word, he shoves past you and darts for the darkness of the bathroom. 

You all stand there in silent shock for a moment, and then your feet move of their own accord to follow the distressed freshman, but Minho stops you, a hand on your arm. 

He gives a slight shake of his head, and your entire body crumples. 

“Well, I hope you’re all fucking happy.” Hyunjin seethes, still rubbing at his temple with agitation, as he whirls on the three of you with a snarl. “Was this part of your precious plan? Are you pleased with yourselves?” 

Chan’s expression is pained, and Changbin heaves a sigh, stepping toward the angry omega with a careful hand outstretched, as if he’s soothing a wounded animal. 

“Jinnie-” 

“No. I don’t want to hear it.” Hyunjin shakes his head angrily and pushes past you, stalking down the hallway and out of sight, following Jeongin. 

You swallow hard, and sink down onto the couch, your entire body trembling. 

Minho sighs-long and slow-and Chan comes to sit beside you, rubbing your back, as Changbin starts to pace the length of the living room. 

“I told you this was a bad idea-” Minho starts, looking none too pleased with being the one to point it out again. 

“Shut up, hyung.” Changbin snaps, but immediately looks remorseful at Minho’s sharp glare, rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck before he sits down beside you and Chan on the couch. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that.” 

Minho huffs, opening his mouth to say something else, when Hyunjin reappears, cutting him off. 

He’s rubbing at his head like it pains him to even be standing, and everything inside of you is aching to take care of him, your wolf whining, but you remain where you are, as he takes in a deep breath and pinches the bridge of his nose for a few seconds before once again opening his eyes and staring the three of you down.

“Once again. Hope you assholes are happy with yourselves.” 

You flick a quick glance behind him, but don’t see any sight of Jeongin. 

“Is he-?” You start to ask in a small, unsure voice, but Hyunjin levels you with a glare. 

“He’s presenting.” 

Everything in the room goes silent, frozen, as you all stare at the omega standing in the yawning mouth of the hallway. 

Your alpha rears its head. 

Weary resignation replaces some of the anger in Hyunjin’s eyes, and he blows out a long, controlled breath, before he swipes a hand across his face, his expression sagging, instantly going tired. 

“As an omega.” 

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[beautifulgiants]

A quick call about leather fits and Legolas' dad with Lee Pace

“Times have changed a bit, and the world recognises that there's not just one kind of man out there.”

By Zak Maoui 4 July 2023

Lee Pace, who is currently on the press tour for the second series of the Apple TV galactic epic Foundation, loves to get dressed up. The guy with the devastatingly good ‘brows is known for having fun with his clothes. We recently saw The Hobbit alum wear an armour-like leather tabard under a suit while promoting the upcoming miniseries in London, and not long before, the 6’5 actor showed off his calves in a pleated skirt in a GQ from 2020. “I'm still learning though,” Pace, who's midway through getting changed, says via Zoom from the Intercontinental hotel in Paris ahead of the Thom Browne haute couture show. “I don't really know the boundaries of getting dressed, or if there even are any. That leather look last week just felt sexy. I felt sexy.”

44-year-old Pace, who was raised Catholic, hasn't always felt this comfortable getting wavy with his wardrobe. “When I was younger, you definitely felt like men were prescribed a certain way of dressing and you didn't really deviate from the example sets,” he says. “Times have changed a bit since then, you know, and the world recognises that there's not just one kind of man out there.” Pace admits that when he was filming his breakthrough show Pushing Daisies back in the early '00s, there was not a chance that he'd be dressing the way he does now. “I don't think that I would have felt comfortable during that time of my life.”

Pace finds that, as he's now older, he's stopped caring so much about what people think about his appearance. “I just can't take anything too seriously, you know?" he says. "I used to think if I didn't adhere or look respectable then I'd be kicked out of whatever I was at. But I've been here a while now, doing this acting thing, and I'm not going anywhere.”

For Thom Browne's first ever couture show, Pace wore an outfit that he describes as “a little bit nuts. It's super fun. But you know, I like to have a good time. I don't take anything too seriously.” Which meant a pair of Browne's signature grey trousers scissor cut at the knees to create a pair of shorts. To match, the Guardians of the Galaxy star requested a shirt have its arms torn off, as well as a waistcoat. “I've been kind of cutting the sleeves off my shirts for years now, it's just something I do,” Pace says. “Cut the shorts, I said. Cut the shorts!”

To complete his outfit he threw an oversized paisley jacket over his shoulders and wore a pair of chunky rubberised boots. It's the sexy, fleshier vibe that menswear's moving towards: aka the reason why the Internet loves Pedro Pascal. And Pace is down for it. “Thom Browne represents a bit of everybody, whether it's queerness, gender expression or something else. It's a brand that has a special alchemy. It's all about individuality. And it's cultivated a sort of community through his crazy, crazy clothing.”

Pace recognises that with clothing, comes power. He's also obsessed with the theatre – he's a self-confessed Shakespeare nut – and sees an element of the dramatic arts in Thom Browne. “As an actor, I know that clothing and costumes give you a certain feeling. They can change your mindset and will actually force you to get into character,” he says, explaining that he found the costumes he wore as Legolas' dad on the set of Peter Jackson's The Hobbit some of his favourites to date. “We had so many fun fittings, where we just had a good time exploring who this Elvenking was and the story we can tell through his clothes.” It's with Foundation, too, that Pace is really enjoying himself. “I play this crazy guy who thinks he's a god. I think about that in the costume fittings and think about how he dresses and presents himself. I think his delusion – he thinks he's a goddamn god – informs how he puts on his clothes.”

Pace approaches it all with a little less ego, though. It still feels like fun. “I'm just enjoying using clothes to express who I am. I'm not all about stiff suits that many think are the signs of masculinity. There's other ways to express your masculinity.”

[ncji]

Impossible

Chapter 1/?

Pairing: ShikaNeji, NejiShika

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Neji is rescued by Team Gai, which finds him in an impossible state: alive. He has no memory of what happened to him or how he managed to survive it. All he knows is it’s going to take more than his own genius to figure it out.

Warnings: blood, torture, non-con, character “death”, mentions of death

...

‘Blood.’ 

Everywhere. Not seen, but smelled. The foul odor was thick with decay, no longer sharp and coppery. Soon, it would be nothing but rot. It was nauseating, suffocating. 

‘Where am I?’ Opening his eyes proved impossible, his leaden eyelids far too heavy for his weakened body to lift. He was a prisoner of the darkness, and, slowly, it encompassed his mind, lulling him back into merciful unconsciousness. 

As he faded into the black, he heard the distant wailing of a familiar shrill voice, like a faint lullaby. “Give him back! Give him back!”

...

This is my gift to you.

“Neji!”

Heat washed through his veins, and a sharp gasp filled Neji’s lungs with noxious air. It left him choking, weakly gagging on the stench of rot. He was still surrounded by death.

“He’s alive! Gai-sensei, he’s alive!”

Where was he? A second battle against the darkness ensued, and Neji found the strength to defeat it. Through sheer power of will, he parted his eyelids and freed himself from his prison. A warm, dim glow greeted his weary eyes. It dyed the cold, grey stone overhead in a sunset gradient.

Stone. 

‘A cave?’ What was he doing in a cave? And why did the cave smell so heavily of death? There was no blood to be seen. Not that he was searching for any. Dull eyes remained upward, unmoving. The tiny act of opening them had been effort enough. Moving them seemed exhausting.

Without warning, Neji’s vision was violently invaded by the wide, alarmed eyes of his teammate, who assaulted his neck with trembling calloused fingers, probably searching for a pulse.

“Slow...Neji, stay with me!”

‘Where else am I going to go?’ Another fight, another victory. A weak finger lifted against the familiar spandex beside it, a small stroke against his teammate’s knee. It was supposed to be a gesture of comfort.

Lee blanched, though, and nearly fell over Neji then, jerking away from the unexpected touch. His panicked gaze shifted past Neji, past his fingers, and he waited. 

With another exhausting effort, Neji moved his finger again. Twice even.

The movement pulled Lee’s attention away from whatever he was focused on, and his expression softened. “Neji...” Tears welled up in his eyes, and he leaned back over him. ”Neji, we’re here. You’re safe now.”

“F-feel...safe,” the Hyuuga rasped out. It felt like his vocal cords were in tatters, like countless screams had ripped through them.

Thankfully, Lee didn’t seem to notice. He was distracted by something, a point just above Neji’s brow. Youthful features contorted in a mixture of concern and confusion. “Your forehead...”

‘My forehead?’ Focusing his vision, he found himself in Lee’s dark iris. In the reflective surface, he saw a face he only barely recognized. His eyes were sunken and circled in shadow, his cheeks were hollowed, and his skin was ashen and marred with dark bruises and dried blood. His forehead, though...It was bare.

‘The seal...’ The seal was gone! ‘How?’ His heart began to hammer at the back of his sternum. ‘I’m dead...I must be dead.’ Something warm began to pool in the center of his chest.

“Neji!” Lee’s scream echoed throughout the cave.

...

The journey back to Konoha was long, even with Maito Gai setting the pace. Already, Neji had watched the sun set and rise over them twice, and he wasn’t looking forward to another sunset. “Are we close?” he asked, tone as gentle as he could muster. After all, he didn’t want to seem like he was complaining.

“One more day,” Gai replied. “Just hold on for one more day, Neji.”

Honestly, Neji didn’t understand what he meant when he used those words, and he used them a lot. It wasn’t his grip on his sensei’s flak jacket that kept him in his arms, it was Gai’s strength, his protective hold on Neji’s battered body. Gai would never drop him. Neji’s own strength was growing by the hour, refueled by the food he had taken from his sensei’s pack, so it wasn’t like he was on the brink of death anymore either. 

Thinking of food, he wondered when the others planned to eat, if they planned to eat. Since they had left the stifling confines of the cave, the group had taken one break. One break. He didn’t know how Gai and Lee were managing it. The two of them were carrying the team, literally, with Neji cradled in Gai’s arms and Tenten riding on Lee’s back. It made sense, with their seemingly endless supply of stamina and unbeatable speed, but Neji wondered if the weight they were carrying was wearing on them.

“Gai-sensei...I need a break,” he pleaded softly. They all did. He knew his team wanted to get him home urgently, but they needed to rest. Besides, there were certain things he could not do in his sensei’s arms, necessary things, things that were a result of the gulps of water he had taken from Gai’s canteen.

After some hesitation, a nod was exchanged between Gai and Lee. Their pace slowed, and, from her moving perch, Tenten scouted for the nearest clearing with running water.

It didn’t take long to find a peaceful little spot. 

After some much needed relief, Neji sat with a boxed meal balanced atop his knees and a survival utensil gripped in his fist. Carefully, he nibbled at the meal Tenten had offered him, something nutrient-rich to refuel a travelling kunoichi. It was settling in his stomach like gravel, but he was intent on finishing it anyway. Even though his body had suffered what Tenten had bluntly called torture, the greatest of his pains was his hunger. He was literally starving.

At the edge of their little clearing, Gai and Tenten squabbled over their next move, while Lee lingered close to Neji, and watched him.

Neji understood his concern, considering the state he was in, but it still made him self-conscious. It made him want to drape his cloak over his head for some privacy, like a little tent, but he knew that would only distress Lee more.

“That wound,” Lee said quietly, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

‘Which one?’ he snorted to himself, but, sensitive to his friend’s emotions, Neji just hummed a, “Hm?” around his latest bite.

“On your chest.” He pointed to his own chest, right in the center.

It didn’t take a certain Hyuuga genius to know exactly which wound he meant, the one bandaged by butterfly stitches. “It’s shallow,” he reassured him, albeit a little dismissively. The whole team had fussed over it enough already, especially in the cave. He was fine.

“Your heart--” came the quiet protest.

Inwardly, Neji cursed him for being so adorable. It was impossible to stay annoyed at Lee. “It’s fine, Lee...” Gently, as it was all his strength would allow, he pat the ground beside him.

Lee crawled the short distance to him and, despite how repulsive Neji knew he smelled, pressed against his shoulder. He was heavy, but he was also a soothing warmth Neji could not deny.

The meal box was set aside momentarily so Neji could guide his friend’s hand to his chest. There, he could feel the steady rhythm of his heart through the bandages. It was fine.

Lee was not comforted, though. Instead, he broke down into soft sobs. 

That ended the break.

...

"Hiashi-sama, before today, I would have told you it was impossible.”

“How do you explain it then?”

Neji wondered if they knew he could hear them. The door was a solid barrier between them, yes, but it wasn’t soundproof.

“My guess, and that’s all I can offer you, is that it’s some kind of trauma response.”

‘A trauma response?’ Unconvinced, he looked at the clipboard again. The list of his injuries was longer than his official medical record and the one kept by his clan combined. What the doctor was talking about, though, was the medical impossibility circled in red. 

Puncture wound through the heart. 

While many had survived a stab wound to the heart, no one had survived a puncture wound through it without intervention for at least sixty hours, which it had taken for his sensei to run him back to Konoha. Two and a half days. Before his surgery, he had lived with a hole through his heart for nobody knew how long, with his broken sternum grinding against the wound.

He should have been dead. Team Gai should have brought home his body.

Neji took a breath, inhaled deep into his diaphragm and exhaled slowly. He was alive. He was fine.

“I can’t explain it, Hiashi-sama. One of my team had to leave for the day because she couldn’t believe her own eyes. I don’t blame her. I’m still not entirely sure this isn’t all a dream...”

“I’m hoping I can convince my nephew it is...You said he doesn’t remember anything?”

‘Not a thing,’ said nephew confirmed to himself. It was another--what others would have called--blessing, besides the miracle of his survival. He couldn’t remember why his body was broken and mutilated. He couldn’t remember how he had survived a fatal wound. He couldn’t remember why his curse was gone...He couldn’t remember...

...But he wished he could.

“That’s what he reported...I hope it’s true. If he survives his injuries, I don’t know how he’ll survive--”

“If? You told me he was stable!”

Annoyance pinched Neji’s features. He was stable. He was fine!

“His body has yet to react to its own trauma.”

“Are you saying it still could?”

“I’m saying we don’t know. If this is a trauma response, it could end once he’s aware of it. We’d like to keep him here for a while, in case his body suddenly realizes it should be dead.”

...

The hospital was torture in and of itself. The polluted silence when he was alone was unbearable, but most of the visitors were worse. 

They were mostly investigators inquiring about his condition. Yamanaka Inoichi had offered to open the door to his memories, a thinly veiled excuse to probe his mind for answers. Hiashi had sent him halfway across the village with one strike. An unwelcome defense of Neji’s mind, but an admittedly impressive one. One man had accused him of being a reanimation of his own corpse, which Neji had answered with a pudding cup to the man’s head. He didn’t like pudding anyway. Another man had grabbed at his bandages to check for who knew what. Some evidence he had used a forbidden jutsu on himself, he guessed. Neji had tried his hand at launching a man halfway across Konoha then. Unsuccessfully. When he recovered, he was going to beat Hiashi’s feat.

The other visitors were his team and his surprisingly ever-present family. Hiashi tended to sit silently by his bed, guarding him against those who would hurt Neji, but Hinata and Hanabi usually spoiled him with gifts, which he wasn’t used to. Lately, his cousins’ gifts consisted of solid food, though nothing too tough or heavily seasoned for the sake of his healing insides.

Early that afternoon, both of his cousins had brought him lunch, much to Hanabi’s annoyance. It had caused a one-sided argument, with Hinata apologizing repeatedly. 

“I-I’m sorry. I really didn’t know...”

Hinata wouldn’t have stolen Hanabi’s idea had she known, Neji was sure of that, but Hanabi was convinced she had. 

“I was in the kitchen all night with Natsu! You had to know!”

“I-I didn’t...I was at Kurenai-sensei’s all night...” Hinata explained weakly.

To bring peace to his clan, and to satisfy his endless hunger, the Hyuuga prodigy opened both of the containers and set them on the tray before him. Chilled soba with a muted sauce and salmon onigiri. His cousins were too kind. Eager to eat, he pressed his hands together, recited a respectful, “Itadakimasu,” and stuffed himself with their loving gestures.

That seemed to satisfy the warring Main House Hyuuga sisters, who watched their cousin enjoy their gifts.

Even though the hospital was feeding Neji well, his body had yet to accept it wasn’t going to starve. Every meal that was set before him, Neji finished it. Every snack he was provided, Neji ate it. His binging had caused minor digestive issues, but it had one consequence that Neji didn’t mind at all. In fact, he preferred it over his mundane hospital existence.

Food comas. 

After eating the two full lunches, Neji drifted into a pleasantly deep sleep, with the sunlight warming the blanket over his feet and the light breeze cooling his face. 

...

The blanket shifted near his leg, waking the slumbering Hyuuga. Cautiously, as he was wary of how the sun might have moved during his sleep, he opened his eyes. What he found was not a blinding beam of light, though. Sitting in the chair at his bedside was Nara Shikamaru. 

Glad to see him, Neji greeted him with a sleepy smile, which widened a bit when it was reciprocated. He never would have expected him to visit, considering their past, but there he was.

“Your uncle is trying to have your medical record redacted.”

Neji rolled his eyes at the information. It didn’t surprise him. “It’s incomplete anyway.”

A thin eyebrow arched at his statement. “Your clan has the full record?”

“You know they do.” He had told Shikamaru more about his clan than anyone else. After all, they had once been close. Really close.

“Does it have more information about this?” The Nara tapped the clipboard by Neji’s leg.

“You read it?” Of course he had. He should have expected as much.

“I didn’t want to wake you up to ask you how you were doing.” Judging by the way he avoided eye contact, Shikamaru was lying.

Neji couldn’t blame him, though. “So you know what the gossip is all about.” He had heard the hospital staff talking about him among themselves, so he was sure they were gossiping about him with others outside of work.

“Is it another Hyuuga scandal?”

Neji’s brow furrowed. “No...I don’t know what it is. You’re the real genius,” he accused.

“I’m not a medical genius.”

That had been a reasonable response, but Neji was still disappointed. “No ideas?” he asked.

After a shrug, Shikamaru answered noncommittally. “Forbidden jutsu comes to mind.”

Again, Neji was disappointed. “A waste of one if it is.”

“...I wouldn’t say that...”

Surprised, Neji searched for a hint of something from the past in Shikamaru’s eyes, even the tiniest of sparks. All he found was sorrow in his downcast gaze, though.

“I’m sorry...” Shikamaru finally said.

Confused, Neji probed for more information. “For what?” Surely, he didn’t feel guilty for not knowing.

“It was my mission.”

That sounded awfully cryptic. He prodded a bit more. “What mission?”

“To find you.”

‘I see...’ Bringing himself closer to the other boy, Neji sat up in his hospital bed. “I didn’t know there was a mission.”

Shikamaru was intent on talking to his hands, which were turned over in his lap like they were tainted. “I was given the mission...and I gave it up. I had a plan, I had a team, but I gave the mission to your team because I thought...I would want to rescue my teammate.”

It sounded like a confession, like Shikamaru had done something unforgivable, but Neji understood. He would have done the same thing. Anyone would have. Honestly, he wondered if Shikamaru could have found him any faster than his team. He knew he couldn’t have gotten him back to the village faster than Maito Gai. “It’s not your fault,” he assured him, offering a warm smile to prove his sincerity.

Shikamaru never saw the smile, though. “It wouldn’t be the first time I almost got you killed.”

Shock parted his lips. Was he really still holding on to that guilt? No wonder he was acting like there was blood on his hands. The Sasuke recovery mission had been a complete disaster, one that had almost gotten multiple genin killed, including Neji, but Neji had never blamed Shikamaru for that. “That wasn’t your fault either.”

When the silence stretched on too long, Neji reached out and rested a hand over one of the Nara’s, squeezing it gently. To his surprise, Shikamaru squeezed back.

...

Shikamaru's visits became a daily occurrence, and, during those visits, Neji felt like he was fifteen again. There was always a familiar warmth in his cheeks when Shikamaru was near. It made him nostalgic for the time he had spent lying atop that hill on the Nara property, pinky discreetly linked with his younger crush’s.

Even now, he felt his face heating up as he watched Shikamaru search through the pack he had brought to the hospital. It was cute how his face scrunched up at not being able to find what he was looking for. 

“You’re going home today,” Shikamaru told him distractedly. “Hiashi is arranging it at the front desk. He’s not taking no for an answer.”

Neji’s face fell. He didn’t know how to respond to that. The hospital was a constantly beeping and bustling nightmare, yes, but the compound hadn’t felt like a home to him since his father’s death. It was the reason he took such long missions.

‘I don’t want to go back to that cage...’

At least he was free from one Hyuuga cage. Since he had gained the strength to stand on his own, he had made the short journey to his bathroom every morning to check beneath the bandages on his forehead. The seal had yet to return, and he prayed it never would.

Luckily, his clan was none the wiser about its absence. The medical staff had apparently been too distracted by his injuries to notice a seal that wasn’t there, so they had never informed Hiashi about it. The only people who knew it was gone were the members of his team, and he was already working out a plan to convince them it was back. Those who knew would no longer know, and those who didn’t know would never know.

Suddenly, Neji was snapped out of his thoughts by a cascade of documents onto his bed, both scrolls and papers alike. To keep the scrolls from rolling off the bed, he set them between his legs. “What is all of this?” 

“It’s all of the information I was given for the mission and everything else I could find about your disappearance.”

‘Oh.‘ In his mind’s eye, the documents fused into a single item, a key. They were the key to unlocking his missing memories. Despite the trembling of his fingers, he reached out. He had to know.

Looking over the scattered information, Neji didn’t know where to start, but the mission scrolls seemed to be the logical answer. The first scroll he chose happened to be the reason he had left Konoha, the perfect starting point. 

It was a mission complicated by uncertainties, one that was reserved for jounin. There was a small village in the Land of Wind where a mercenary had taken the people hostage. They had refused to pay him for an unspecified service, so he had taken over and was terrorizing them. Officially, it was a B-rank mission, but, because the village had theorized the mercenary was a missing nin, there was a possibility it was an S-rank mission.

'It must have been an S-rank mission...’ Neji decided. “This mercenary...tortured me?”

Shikamaru shook his head. “You never made it to the village.”

So he had been taken en route to the village. With a nod, he set the scroll aside and reached for the other one, the one he knew held the mission to rescue Neji. Opening it felt like peeling a protective layer away from his mind, leaving him vulnerable.

Hyuuga Neji. Missing for 

“Twelve days...” he read aloud. Twelve days. “From when?”

“Your mission was supposed to take a week at most. Hiashi raised a stink when you didn’t come home by the seventh day. That’s when it started counting. You were abducted on the second day of the mission, though...”

As he read on, he saw no mention of being taken on the second day, just proof of Shikamaru’s deductive reasoning. There were four reports of possible sightings of him, but three of them had minor details that ruled Neji out as the victim, like the mention of a struggle when Neji would have fought or the description of his hair as brown when his hair was too dark to be recognized as brown from a distance. The last witness, an elderly man who had described his memory as “not what it used to be”, had reported a suspicious figure carrying a long-haired corpse. He was the least reliable witness, the one who had reported the least detail, but it was the only report that couldn’t be invalidated. The date of that sighting? Two days into Neji’s mission. ‘Brilliant.’ 

“So I was with my captor for fifteen days at this point...” Fifteen days of torture. Not only could he not remember it, but it was unfathomable to him.

“At that point, yeah...”

That witness had been travelling from Kusagakure at the time of the sighting, but the shady figure had been heading towards the Land of Earth. 

“They found me in...the Land of Earth?” he asked. The first day of the journey back to Konoha was a memory of nothing but Gai’s determined face and the sky above. Details of his surroundings had eluded him.

“Yes...”

So Shikamaru’s deduction had been correct. “In a cave...”

“In a cave,” Shikamaru agreed. His answers were almost distractedly short.

It made Neji uneasy. What was he waiting for? Was there something in the pile that he thought Neji wouldn’t be able to handle on his own? Swallowing that nagging fear, he pushed aside sheets of paper to find a folder at the bottom. Paper was spilling out of its sides, but it was sorted with a few strategic pats. It was strange how it felt so heavy compared to the denser scrolls. Flipping it open, he found a copy of the report that listed everyone who had entered Konoha the day of Neji’s rescue, including Neji. It was dated twenty-two days after Neji's abduction. He had been gone for almost a month. ‘How much of that time was I suffering?’ Again, it was something he couldn’t comprehend.

Other documents contained details he already knew, his intake form for the hospital, the medical report, and a report from the lead surgeon to the Konohagakure Intelligence Division, which explained why Inoichi had made a visit to Neji’s room. At the bottom of it all, there was one last report, the mission report in Tenten’s handwriting. “This is--...”

“I thought you would want to see that,” Shikamaru interjected. His mouth opened again, remained open for a moment, but, then, it just closed without another word. The but never came.

‘Genius,’ Neji thought. Hiashi was undoubtedly going to have the report redacted, so it was a relief to have an unedited copy. 

As relieved as he was to have the copy, he found it difficult to actually read it. Somewhere past the first line, he knew there were details he knew but hadn’t properly acknowledged yet. He hadn’t faced it yet. Another swallow pushed down something stronger and far more complicated than fear, something that felt like a weight on the center of his chest.

Our Team left Konoha with the intention of following every lead until one led us to our teammate, but we found a pattern of footprints that looked like the Gentle Fist on the way to the Land of Wind.

‘Every lead?’ Brow furrowed, Neji read on, about how a trampled pattern of footprints on the ground had prompted a search of the area, how they had decided to follow a path determined by a strand of hair caught on a low-hanging branch, and how they had split up several times to search for more clues that might not have been connected to Neji at all. Had Neji been there, he would have slapped some sense into his team!

We couldn’t find anything in the Land of Earth, so we split up to search everywhere. I was searching a hole, it might have been a burrow, when I heard Lee scream.

Chance, pure dumb luck, had led to his discovery.

You could tell there was something dead in that cave before you walked in. It was bad. The smell is still on my clothes. It’s on all of us.

The memory invaded his nostrils, twisting his stomach.

There was a cavern past the long entrance. Most of it was just rock and dirt, but there was one area that was stained black. There were restraints bolted into the stone--

Just as he read those words, he was assaulted by the pain of metal digging into sores on the sides of his hands, just above his wrists. Struggling had torn his skin open, but the constant weight of his arms had kept them from healing. Neji rubbed at the bandage covering his left wrist to ease the ghost of a pain. It was just a memory, but it felt so real. The smell too, its memory lingered in his nose. It was so much more than death. That dark stain left on that cave floor was what he had been forced to sit in for countless days, the blood his captor had drawn from him and his own bodily waste.

A comforting weight on his knee brought Neji back to the present. It was Shikamaru’s hand, which squeezed gently. Looking up, he was met with concern, but Neji eased it with a small smile. “I’m fine. Really, I’m fine...”

“You don’t have to read it all now.”

“No, but I want to,” he reassured him, resting his hand over Shikamaru’s. “I’m fine.”

The Nara seemed torn between his own judgment and trust in Neji’s judgment, but, eventually, he nodded. “Alright...”

A deep breath calmed his heart, and Neji carried on, this time with a grip on Shikamaru’s hand to keep him grounded.

We found Neji in a smaller cavern. I’m guessing that’s where the sicko stashed the bodies. There were a lot of them around him. Most of them were really young.

The lifeless gaze of a young face appeared behind his eyelids. Literally, it flashed into his vision in just a blink, but that split second of it pushed his lunch into his throat. For the sake of his stomach, Neji closed the folder. “I just...ate,” he told Shikamaru.

If the Nara didn’t believe him, he didn’t say it. He just gathered the documents back into a neat pile to place back in his pack.

It was then that Hyuuga Hiashi made his entrance, the bringer of bad news.

“You can finally come home.”

The announcement received little more than a nod. It wasn’t worth anything more.

...

While the Hyuuga compound was a glorified cage, it was Neji’s cage. There was a familiarity to it, some peace. He would never voice it, but it was nice to be back in his little home on the edge of his family’s land. There were no distant screams of suffering nin, there were no beeps or hisses of equipment, and, best of all, there was privacy. As much as one could have in the Hyuuga compound at least.

It all made it so much easier to rest.

Ivory eyes opened to a blurry vision before him, the shadow of a man in a dimly lit room. Neji greeted the figure with a dangerously sharp glare, but it only earned him a hard yank of his hair and a slap that made his ears ring. His fists clenched above him, and Neji jerked at his restraints, to no avail. All his struggling did was injure him more. “Coward!” he spat.

Maniacal laughter bounced off the stone walls, making him feel surrounded. His assailant grabbed him by the face and pushed him back hard, ramming his head against the hard rock behind him, once, twice, three times, and Neji watched the image before him distort, blur even further. He was on the edge of consciousness. Then, the man stepped back and kicked him square in the jaw. The double impact of foot and stone blackened his vision.

Neji came to with a painful ache in his jaw, not from the kick, but from the fingers stuffed into his mouth and pushing down on his jaw. Blunt nails dug into the soft flesh beneath his tongue, a tongue that was trapped between the digits and something thick, something pulsing. He gagged as it pushed into his throat.

“Hngh-ack!” he protested against the invasion. It was no mystery what was happening. The bastard was fucking his throat. His eyes finally opened to the sight of a man’s lower abdomen and sperm-crusted pubic hair. His assailant had already finished once. Enraged, he jerked against his restraints, intent on ripping the meat off his hands if he had to.

The grip on his hair twisted, though, nearly yanking the strands out in a massive clump, and the toe of a sandal grinded down on his exposed penis. It was a warning Neji heeded. 

Thrust after thrust, his throat was raped until he was left choking on thick semen. Violently, he coughed to hack it up. It did come up, with the contents of his stomach.

Above him, there was another laugh. “Was that true pain?” the voice taunted.

The Hyuuga gasped between coughs, bile or semen dangling from his chin. “You don’t know...true pain...”

The morning light brought him back to the calm of his home. Outside, songbirds chirped their simple melodies while a breeze rustled through the leaves. It was so peaceful. 

And, unsettlingly, Neji was part of that calm, his mind undisturbed by the memory that had plagued his slumber. He should have been drenched in sweat, gasping for air, but he was...

Fine.

[raewritez]

Airbenders

let’s all take a moment to appreciate our windy boy🙌

based on this request: Can you do Aang x airbender reader? When Aang and Katara found out that she hid from them that she could bend ? Please!

warnings: aangsty

It hurts.

Aang’s body felt like it was on fire, and he supposed it was. It seemed like electricity was still flowing through his veins, consuming him with needle points and flame. With Katara’s healing he was slowly gaining back his memory - visions of white glow, of the royal siblings, of waves, and of falling. There was something else, too, it was-

“Ow!”

Katara grimaced, removing her hands from his back. “Sorry, Aang. There’s a lot of energy built up in here.”

He winced, curling in on himself. “It’s ok.”

She stares at him worriedly, heart aching for her friend. He felt so awful, so consumed by guilt and failure, and she found herself having trouble coaxing him out of his thoughts. There was one person that could, but they were nowhere to be found. Aang noticed.

“Where’s Y/n?”

Katara breathed shakily, pulling at the edge of her tunic. “Aang…what exactly do you remember from Ba Sing Se?”

He tilted his head, furrowing his brows. "I remember Azula, and I remember I went down. You saved me."

She nodded. "Is that all?"

He leaned into the bed, running a hand through his hair (hair? how long has that been there?). "There's something else."

Katara looked nervous, as if preparing for him to do something awful. It made him confused. He searched his mind, digging through flashes of memory until he found what he was looking for. He inhaled sharply. Oh. Right.

They were outnumbered, Dai Lee agents advancing on them from all directions. Katara's water whips were no use, broken and splashed across the ground by shields of rock and crystal. Aang fought tirelessly, earth and water spinning around him in a flurry of movement. The earth benders only moved forward - creeping slowly upon the Avatar until they were thrown back by some powerful force. Wind. Aang looked down at his hands, he hadn't done that, right? The agents rose to their feet but their eyes weren't on him, rather on something that lurked behind. Turning, his gaze fell upon what had drawn their attention.

You.

Your arms were outstretched, an uncertain expression on your face. You glanced down at your palms in surprise - you certainly hadn't expected that to work so well. His mouth fell open, mind swarmed with confusion. His grey eyes widened, and your gaze met his. You couldn't tell if that look in his eyes was one of betrayal or pure shock, but you felt the guilt you'd been harboring over keeping this secret hit you full-force. Your own eyes were surprised, and they softened as they fell upon him. In them he could see the swimming emotions, and an apology. You raised your arms again.

"They're...they're an Airbender."

Katara looked at the floor, silently affirming his words. He stared at her, then he stood. His body ached and his legs wobbled, but he didn't care. He grabbed his staff, and leaning on it, began to make his way towards the door.

"Wait, Aang," Katara exclaimed, attempting to calm him. The look on his face was foreign; eyes glinting with sadness and something she couldn't quite decipher. And anger. It was a rare emotion to see displayed by the boy, but it was there now, although faint. She was nervous for you, her own anger since passed and replaced with a sort of resigned understanding. Sure, she was upset, hurt that you didn't trust her with this secret, but she guessed she understood. At least she tried to.

"Aang, your injuries are still healing. You can't-"

"I'm fine, Katara," he spoke, and she felt a chill run through her bones at the sternness. "Let me go."

He pushed past her, holding in his groans at the effort. He walked as quickly as he could down the hall, mind pulsing with adrenaline and determination. He didn't have to ask where your room was, he knew where it would be: at the end of the hall by the windows, so you could see the ocean. He limped his way down, the silk robe threatening to fall off his shoulders. In front of your door, he stopped. He breathed, and then he entered.

You were seated on your bed, staring blankly at the wall. You glanced tiredly at the intrusion, eyes widening when you saw it was him. You stood abruptly, almost tripping over yourself and if the circumstances were different he would've laughed. You missed his laugh. Instead he gazed at you, expression neutral. You felt nervous, unfamiliarly awkward under the Avatar's stare.

"Hi, Aang."

He kept his eyes trained on you, eyebrows furrowed. He was silent.

"Um...h-how are you feeling?"

"You didn't come to see me."

Your eyes widened. "W-what?"

His gaze never faltered. "You didn't come to check on me."

"Oh," You breathed, casting your eyes to the floor. "I didn't...I didn't know if you'd want me to."

He didn't speak, and you could feel him scrutinizing you. As if he didn't know what to make of you, as if he wasn't sure what to think. And in all honesty he probably didn't. You didn't know what to think of yourself, either.

"You're an Airbender." It wasn't a question, just a statement. An observation.

You breathed. "Yeah."

He stood a little taller, and you could finally make out an emotion. Anger. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than him acting as if you were Koh the freaking Face-Stealer. His voice was low. "Why didn't you tell me?"

You swallowed nervously, fingers coming to play with the fishing-line bracelet he'd made for you that rested upon your wrist. "I don't know."

He scoffed, beginning to pace around the room. Well, as well as he could considering his condition. "That's not an answer. How could you keep that from me?!" There was a desperation to his tone, and his eyes were glassy. You looked away, unable to deal with the shame.

"Aang, please, I-" You didn't know what to say. You truly didn't quite understand why you'd hidden it, the secrecy just fading into habit. "I was...I was scared. I didn't know what to say or- I'd never told anyone before! And then you came and I..."

"And you didn't tell me."

His face was darkened, so different from that sunshiney demeanor that you'd grown so goddam fond of. But behind his anger was a certain brokenness - a disbelief. And that hurt more than the rage.

He didn't give you time for an explanation, and you weren't sure you had one to offer anyway. He simply walked away, sparing you one more hurtful glance. Then, he left, taking the light and hope with him. You felt tears sting your eyes, but you forced them away. You didn't deserve to cry. You were the one who'd hurt him, who'd betrayed his trust. And now you weren't sure if your best friend would ever trust you again, ever allow you a second chance. So, instead of crying, you simply laid in the dark warmness of your bed, rocked to sleep by the swaying of the ocean with an ache in your chest.

///

A week.

That's how long it'd been since the two of you talked, since Aang had so much as glanced in the direction of his best friend. You were in the Firenation now, having assumed the role of undercover criminals. It was kind of exhilarating, and you knew you and Aang would be milking the drama of it for all its worth. But instead you sat alone, sidled in the corner of the cave as your friends danced.

Aang had somehow managed to enroll himself in a Fire Nation school, and had invited his classmates to your hideout for a dance party. You wished you had enough energy to participate - to twirl around with Katara or do the limbo with Sokka, but you were drained. Just like you'd been for days. Your hope was waning; you were becoming less and less sure that Aang would find a way to forgive you - that he would return to his best friend with that lopsided smile and endless generosity, the way he came to you all those times before. Now, he was dancing, shoulders brushing against that Fire Nation girl's - On ji? Something like that - while the rest of the kids laughed and cheered. It send an ache to your heart. He seemed happy with her - happier than he's been with you. He was sporting that contagious grin, that boisterous laughter, that-

"Wow, you really are mopey."

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Toph. "I'm not mopey," you grumbled.

She snorted. "Uh, yeah you are. I can practically feel the pitifulness radiating off you."

"Gee, thanks a lot."

You were silent for a moment, and she seemed to soften. "You know, he's not mad at you anymore."

You glanced over, a scoff escaping your lips. "Yes he is, Toph. He hates me."

Her eye-roll was about the biggest you'd ever seen. "Don't be stupid, Sap. That kid loves you. It's so obvious it's gross."

You sighed, shaking your head. You pulled your knees to your chest. "Not anymore. I lied to him."

She nodded, seeming thoughtful. "Well, yeah, that kind of sucked. And obviously he would be kinda mad about that. But he's not anymore, trust me. I can feel it."

"You can feel it?"

"Mhm. He's mopey, too. He misses you."

You looked over to the center of the cave, where Aang was demonstrating some bizarre dance movement. You smiled fondly.

"Seriously, Y/n. You should talk to him."

You nodded, breathing in your resolve. "I will soon."

Toph groaned loudly. "Well, I guess that's as good as we're gonna get."

///

Spirits, you were exhausted. A day of cleaning out a river will do that to you.

It'd been a few days since the dance party, and your time had been occupied with Appa's "sickness" while you stopped at a local fishing village. It was pretty gross, but with your friend's help and Katara's fancy costume, you were able to leave it better than it was when you arrived.

Now, you found yourselves at yet another designated campsite - a patch of ground near the cliffside, overlooking the valley. You were tired, and so much as walking around felt like a chore.

Your eyes fell on a silhouetted figure perched on the edge of the cliff. Momo sat on his shoulder. You breathed, body growing alight with nervousness. You made your way over, Momo launching onto you when you got closer.

You chuckled, petting his furry head. "Hey, Momo," you said softly. You eyes flickered upwards, latching onto Aang's. He turned away. You sighed, setting Momo down and moving to sit next to him. You inhaled deeply, bracing yourself for impending rejection. You fidgeted with the edge of your shirt - a movement that his eyes quickly locked onto.

"Um, I know you probably don't want to talk to me, and that's ok, but I need to...I need to explain myself."

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him nod slowly.

"My whole life I had to keep my bending a secret, and nobody's ever known except my parents. And when I met you...I don't know. I guess I was just scared. I thought I was going to be the last one for the rest of my life. I'd been hiding and denying that I was an Airbender for so long, and I guess I just...felt safer to keep doing that."

He was silent, staring at you intently with concentration and an emotion you couldn't decipher. You continued.

"The point is, I should've told you. And I'm so, so sorry that I didn't. I don't know if you could ever forgive me, but I-"

You were cut off by the press of his lips against your own. Your eyes widened, and you sat rigidly still. He chuckled breathily at your shock, moving his hand to gently caress your cheek. You relaxed, leaning into his palm and letting your eyes fall shut. After a moment, he pulled away.

"I'm not mad at you, Y/n."

You were still frozen with pleasant surprise. "Oh...ok."

He laughed, reaching to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He smiled adoringly.

"But wait - how aren't you mad? I kept this a secret from you, and I-"

"Well, I was mad," he cut you off. "But I'm not anymore. If there's anything that we can take away from this, it's that you're not the last Airbender. And neither am I."

You smiled at that. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

He pulled you into his side, keeping one arm around you while he performed random tricks; like making a whirlpool or air or sending a small tornado Sokka's way. You leaned into each other to muffle your giggles when he fell. You felt happier than you had since Ba Sing Se - filled with the happiness that only Aang could provide you. You had his trust, and his guidance, and you weren't alone. Neither of you were.

[weelittleweasley]

technicolor (f.w.)

prompt request by anon: it is said that when you meet your soulmate, you will know because the world that you knew in black and white would turn technicolor. during a harmless game of spin the bottle, you didn’t expect your soulmate to be revealed to you.

warnings: drinking, mentions of eating, mild language

pairing: fred weasley x fem! gryffindor reader

word count: 5.3k

The power of true love was life altering in your world. Literally. The world was painted in shades of blacks, whites, and grays. It always was for those who hadn’t met their true love, their soulmate, their one and only. It was said on the occasion that you had kissed your soulmate, the world before you would erupt into vibrant color. People spent their whole lives, searching for the person who brought color to them. 

Living in a dull, colorless world was mundane to say the least, but it was all you knew. The idea of living in a world of color was an exciting thought to say the least, but in a way it scared you. Suddenly the world as you knew it changing abruptly before your eyes because you had met someone that destiny created for you? It was a scary thought. But in your head, you had nothing to worry about. You didn’t plan on meeting your soulmate any time soon. 

Or so you thought.

Laying upside down on the common room couch, you flipped through the pages of a Quibbler, not really paying attention to the words on the page. You looked on either side of you, Katie painting her nails on your left and Alicia on the right making light chatter with Angelina. Needless to say, the four of you were bored out of your skull. It was a quiet Friday night, nothing happening in the common room. No parties, no quidditch match, no nothing. 

With a groan, you pull yourself up from your inverted position and speak, “So are we all just going to sit around here like a bunch of bums and wait for something exciting to happen?”

Katie sighs, “That’s even if something exciting happens.” She blows on her nails, shaking her hands back and forth to expedite the drying process. “Does anyone have any ideas?”

The two of you look to Alicia and Angelina who just shrug as you throw your head back in annoyance. “Well, someone think of something because I refuse to let a perfectly good Friday night go to waste,” you flop the Quibbler on the table in front of you and hold your arms across your chest. “What can we do to entertain ourselves?”

Alicia stands up and starts pacing, trying to think of something. “We could...sneak some food out from the kitchens? Convince a house elf to sneak us some sweets from dinner two nights ago. Those biscuits were so good,” she thinks out loud.

Katie groans, “The thought of food makes me sick. I ate so much at dinner tonight after Ron challenged me to see how many dinner rolls I could fit into my mouth.”

The thought of Katie with bread rolls in her mouth makes the group chuckle. “Okay, so food is out of the picture,” Alicia speaks with a soft smile. “What about a movie? I can see if Hermione would let me borrow her projector and we could watch one of those movies I have tucked away in my trunk,” she suggests, surveying the group’s reaction.

Angelina makes a sour face. “We had a movie marathon last week, I’d like to do something different,” she tells Alicia who rolls her eyes.

Alicia huffs, plopping herself back onto the couch. “Well, then I’m out of ideas, so you come up with something, Johnson.”

The group sits in a bored silence for a few moments before Angie breaks the silence. “Should I go bother Fred and George? Surely they’ll find something to do. They always make things interesting,” she speaks, raising her brows, gaging her audience’s reaction.

Katie rolls her eyes, “Merlin, Angie, if you want an excuse to see your darling Georgie, you can just say so.” You laugh at her comment and give Katie a teasing high five as Alicia giggles along. Angelina rolls her eyes and leans back on the couch. Angelina and George had been dating ever since sixth year when they kissed after their first date and they had seen the world in color, confirming their soulmate status. Katie mockingly starts teasing Angie now, “Meh, meh, I’m Angie, I love George, I see the world in color. Meh, meh, my sweater is green and not black like you guys see it, blah, blah,” making you cackle, throwing your head back in laughter, clutching your stomach.

You lean into Katie as you laugh, making her laugh harder as Angelina stands up, “Oh, piss off you two! I can’t help it that he’s my soulmate and I found him so early!”

“We’re just teasing you, Angie,” you wipe the tears of laughter from your eyes. “Go on, go fetch the twins. I’m sure they’ll think of something to do. Tell ‘em to bring Jordan with them if he’s around. Lee is always a good time.” Alicia nods in agreement.

With a small smile, Angelina darts off up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory. Alicia shakes her head, “That girl is whipped for the Weasley. I can’t believe she found her soulmate already. We’re not even eighteen yet.”

It was true. It wasn’t unheard of people finding their soulmates at a young age, but it surely wasn’t common. Most people were friends or knew their soulmates for a while before they were aware that they were in fact soulmates. For example, your parents both went to Hogwarts and we friends for years. It wasn’t until after four years after graduation that they realized they were soulmates. You smiled to yourself at the thought of your parents. You wished that you could have a soulmate story like theirs.

Katie folds her arms across her chest, “Quite frankly I hope I don’t meet my soulmate anytime soon. I feel like after you meet your soulmate, you’re expected to drop everything and be with them. But you have your whole lives ahead of you to spend time with each other. I’d rather be single and have fun and live my life in black and white for a while before seeing color with a soulmate.”

In a way you did agree with Katie. Most people who met their soulmate at a young age tended to drop everything in order to be there for their soulmate. Coordinating their lives and schedules to their soulmates, moving cities for them, planning their days around the other. It just seemed so intense. You were seventeen, you couldn’t drop everything right now for another person. 

Moments later, Angelina happily came down the stairs with a large smile on her face as George, Fred, and Lee all trailed behind her. “The entertainment has arrived, ladies,” George speaks with a big beaming smile on his face as you teasingly rolled your eyes.

You sit up and speak, “What entertainment did you bring, Georgie?”

He places a hand over his heart, pretending to be offended at your comment. “Are we not enough for you, (Y/N)? Is our presence not enough?” George mockingly stumbles back. “Freddie, I feel faint! Catch me!”

Dramatically, Fred scoops up his twin brother as George pretends to faint. “Merlin’s beard, (Y/N), look at what you’ve done!” he mockingly screeches as you roll your eyes and giggle. Katie huffs a here we go as she leans back into the couch. The twins always put on a show when they were around you guys. You never minded it; they were quite funny when they wanted to be. “Quick, Lee, we need to revive him!”

Lee, now in on the joke, runs over to the coffee table and clear it quickly. “Bring him here!” he exclaims as Fred lays a fake limp George on the table as you laugh and Alicia scoffs.

“Good Godric, you three are a bunch of idiots,” she huffs with a smile on her face. No matter how much she hated to admit it, this was much better than sitting around and doing nothing.

Fred speaks, “Alright, Lee, give me the reviving potion,” sticking out his hand.

Even more dramatic than before, Lee pulls out a large bottle of fire whiskey from his satchel as he improvises an operatic song as he places it in Fred’s hands. Lee opens George mouth as Fred uncorks the bottle and pours a glug into George’s mouth. George swallows it and dramatically inhales. “I’ve been revived!” he exclaims as the boys cheer.

Katie perks up at the sight of fire whiskey. “Where in the hell did you get a bottle of that?” she sits up and grabs the bottle from Fred’s hands. Lee pulls out a few cups from his satchel and places them on the table, Katie immediately pouring everyone a glass of fire whiskey. 

Fred smiles, “It’s our emergency bottle. In case situations like this happen.”

Folding her arms across her chest, Alicia speaks up, “And exactly how many emergency bottles do you boys have?”

The trio looks at each other before sighing and speaking as a chorus, “Four.”

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought,” she laughs before taking a cup of fire whiskey from Katie, Katie then handing you one. “Well, it’s better than nothing I guess.”

You look at the whiskey in your cup before sighing and taking a sip, the liquid burning your throat, but warming your chest up in all the right ways. A familiar sensation. You hum in contentment. “Better than nothing is damn right,” you smile as the twins chuckle. “What were you lot doing upstairs?”

Lee takes a seat in the chair across from the couch, “Same thing as you gals. Bored out of our skulls. However, these two numbskulls were trying to conjure up a plan to go pull a prank on Filch.” George snickers as Lee flicks the back of his head, earning a small ow. “Good thing you all were bored too otherwise I would have been dragged into that mess.”

Fred scoffs, “Oh please, you wish you could pull off a prank at the caliber that Georgie and I do. Isn’t that right, brother?” He turns to George who is already cuddled up next to Angelina on the love seat, arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her close next to him. Fred rolls his eyes and makes a gagging sound. “You two make me sick.”

George just pulls Angie closer to his side as Angie blushes a deep crimson. “You’re just jealous, Freddie. I’ve got a hot girlfriend and I can see the world in color, making it quite obvious that you, dear brother, are green with envy.” Angie rolls her eyes, but still places a soft kiss to George’s cheek.

Fred shakes his head, “He’s gone soft, Lee. We’ve lost one of our bravest soldiers.” 

“Piss off,” Angie speaks up, defending her boyfriend as Freddie chuckles, lips turning into a gorgeous smile. “Now that we’ve all got our drinks, let’s really get the party started...” she wiggles her eyebrows. “Katie Bell, truth or dare.”

Katie groans and sips her fire whiskey before deciding what she wants to do. As she ponders, you see Fred scoot over to you as you giggle, him dragging his bum on the floor, making his way to you. Fred smiles up at you, “This seat taken?” he refers to the spot on the floor right in front of your legs.

You shake your head with a smile, “It’s got your name written all over it, Weasley.”

Fred gives you a cheeky grin, “Brilliant.”

He turns around and leans his back up against your legs and rests one of his arms on your knees. You and Fred were close friends. In fifth year when Angelina confessed to you that she had a crush on George, you started spending more time with the twins and developed a close relationship with them and Lee. You, in particular, got along with Fred like a house on fire. The two of you loved to crack jokes on the sidelines, teasing George and Angie, giggling and stealing little glances here and there.

Angelina always told you that you and Fred would make a cute couple. She insisted she saw the way that Fred looked at you, but you always brushed it off as if it were nothing. You and Fred were friends, nothing more, nothing less. A partnership would just totally ruin the vibe between the two of you. There was no point to it. Even though you may have always admired Fred’s looks from a far and his charming personality, you had finally convinced yourself that you and Fred Weasley were platonic.

As Fred leaned up against your legs, sipping on his whiskey, your eyes found Angie’s as she lifted her brows, looking at you knowingly, sending you a look that said Oh? You rolled your eyes and shook your head, responding with your eyes, No way. She just shrugged and sipped her fire whiskey nonchalantly as if to say Whatever you say...You just brushed it off and leaned back as Katie challenged Lee to a dare.

----------

The night progressed and the drinking continued and the bottle got less and less full. Soon enough, the common room was full of your tipsy giggles as the lot of you cracked jokes with each other. You hugged your sides as you cackled as Fred did a spot on impression of Draco Malfoy as he mimicked him walking through the halls, yelling “Potter!” every now and then. Of course, the humor was amplified by the liquor in your hands, but it still was hilarious. The whole group was in a fit of giggles as Lee quite literally fell to the floor from laughter too hard.

Alicia laid her head in your lap as she laughed, wiping tears from her eyes as you all recovered from laughter. “Fred, that was brilliant. You’ll have to show Harry tomorrow morning,” she tells him as Fred plops down next to you on the couch, stealing Katie’s spot as she was now sat on the floor next to Lee. 

Fred chuckles and rests his arm around the back of the couch, gently hovering behind you as you suddenly become very aware of his presence. You spot Angelina out of your periphery vision as she smirks to herself before leaning over and whispering something in George’s ear, making George look at you with a devilish smirk on his lips. Your gaze towards them hardens as you mouth, Knock it off. George just smiles and sips his drink quietly, pretending to mind his own business. 

You turn to Fred and give him a soft smile as he drops his left eye in a wink, making your heart skip a beat. “Easy, Weasley,” you say in a cautious tone as he lifts his arms in defense. You shake your head and lean back into the couch, bumping into his arm that is draped across the back of the couch. Neither of you bother moving. 

Alicia rises from your lap and reaches for the fire whiskey bottle, but groans in defeat when she realizes it’s empty. “Bloody hell,” she groans. She looks to Lee and begs, “Is it appropriate to call this an emergency and you can grab another one of your emergency fire whiskeys?”

Lee laughs, “I regret to inform you we have a one emergency bottle a night policy.” Alicia groans and flops back onto the couch. Suddenly, a light bulb goes off in Lee’s mind, making his eyes grow wide and a little smile dance on his lips. “However,” he wiggles his brows and surveys the group. “Now that we’ve got an empty bottle, I think we all know where we can take this party...”

Looking up from her cup, Katie says, “Where are we taking the party? Are we going to bed?” she asks with sadness in her voice. “But the night is so young!”

Shaking his head, Lee looks at Katie. “Are you daft, Bell?” he asks as she rolls her eyes, sipping her whiskey. “I meant we could play a cheeky game of spin the bottle,” Lee suggests.

Alicia huffs, “Really, Jordan? What are we? Fourth years?”

“Oh, come on, Spinnet, it’s just to add a little spice to the mix,” Lee shimmies his shoulders making you laugh. “Besides, it gives you an excuse to have the privilege of planting a sloppy one on me.”

Alicia fake gags. “I’d rather spend a whole day with Professor Snape,” she spits as Lee laughs.

George speaks up now, “Angie and I will sit this one out, but we will watch the show.” He pulls Angie impossibly closer to him as she cuddles into his chest. “For obvious reasons,” he smirks. Fred boos his brother and throws his now empty cup of fire whiskey at him. “What? I am not kissing someone other than my literal soulmate,” he rationalizes. “Besides, you’ve got five players. That’s enough. That is, if everyone is comfortable playing.”

The group all looks at each other, gaging everyone’s feelings of playing a cheeky game. You had to admit you’d rather not play a game as childish as spin the bottle, but for a weird reason, you were keen on playing at least one round. As you looked around, it seemed like everyone was on board to play. 

Your eyes meet Fred’s for a moment as he looks at you, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips for a split second, hoping you wouldn’t catch him. You quickly turn away, trying to hide the heat on your cheeks. “I don’t see the harm in one game,” you shrug as you see Fred smile from the corner of your eye. Lee claps his hands cheering as Alicia and Katie agree.

Fred speaks up, “Well, I can’t let Lee be the only bloke having all the fun, now can I?” 

Everyone is on board with the game as Lee cheers, “Alright! Five for five!” He places the empty bottle of fire whiskey on its side in order to spin it. “Everyone knows the rules. You spin and kiss whomever it lands on, no matter who it is. I’m looking at you, Weasley. If you land on me, I expect the best snog of my life,” he teases as you all laugh wildly. “Whomever the bottle lands on gets the next spin. All good?” Everyone nods. Lee smiles, “Groovy. Welp, youngest goes first. Bell, you’re up.”

Katie giggles, “Put on your chapstick, you lucky sons of bitches.” Alicia laughs as Katie reaches and spins the bottle. The bottle does a series of spins, turning clockwise as she anticipates who she’ll be planting a kiss on. She nervously dances back and forth as you watch her with a small smile on your face.

Slowly the bottle stops spinning to land gently on Fred. Your heart stops for a second and your mouth runs dry. You blink a few times and swallow hard. The group all claps their hands and laughs as Katie rolls her eyes. You on the other couldn’t help but have a tight feeling in your chest. You force a smile on your face before you look at Angelina quickly. She raises her brows, monitoring your reaction as you just shake your head, letting her know you were fine.

Katie scoots over to Fred as Fred leans down. “Get ready for your mind to be blown,” Fred jokes as Katie slaps his arm.

You watch very intently as Fred ducks his head down to connect his lips with Katie. You stop breathing for a moment as you watch Fred kiss one of your closest friends. Your palms start sweating and you pull yourself away from looking at them kiss. Lee and Alicia oooh and giggle as you look at Angie, eyes screaming at her, Okay maybe I’m not fine. 

She gives you a nervous smile and mouths, “It’s just a silly game.”

You nod your head and shake it off. It was a silly game. That’s all. A stupid, silly, childish game. It meant nothing. You knew Katie didn’t like Fred like that. She had fancied Adrian Pucey for a few months now. This kiss meant literally nothing.

It felt like the kiss had lasted for hours when it was a brief five seconds. Katie pulls away from the kiss and returns to her position on the floor. Fred just smirks and leans back in his seat, dragging his thumb across his bottom lip. You watch as he does so, the small gesture being surprisingly attractive to you as you gulp. But you quickly turn around so Fred doesn’t catch you watching.

Katie laughs, “Eh, you’re nothing to ride home about, Freddie. Hate to break it to you.”

Fred shrugs, “It’s alright, Bell. The first stage of grieving is denial. You’ll eventually accept that that kiss was the best one of your life.”

Lee cackles as Fred joins him in his laugher before leaning over and spinning the bottle for himself. The bottle spins round and round and round as you watch it, the bottle hypnotizing you. You secretly wished that the bottle would land on you, wanting to be able to kiss Fred Weasley and getting the confirmation that you didn’t like Fred in that way. But honestly, you just hoped it was anyone but Katie or Alicia. 

The bottle slowly stopped spinning as it gently landed on Lee, making the group erupt in laughter. Lee’s lips drew up in a devilish smile as he rubbed his hands together, “Here I come, big boy!” he exclaims, making you laugh even harder.

Fred laughs and sits up in his seat. “Give it to me, Jordan,” he challenges.

Lee springs to his feet and grabs Fred’s face with both hands, squeezing his cheeks together before smashing his lips on Fred’s. Fred is laughing as Lee kisses him roughly, rocking him back and forth. George is absolutely dying of laughter, falling into his chair as the rest of the group squeals. 

Alicia grabs onto your arms, squeezing you as she laughs, you doing the same. The kiss happens for a while as you cackle, “Good Godric, come up for some air why don’t you?”

With a smack, Lee pulls off of Fred as Fred falls back in his seat. Fred’s eyes are wide as Lee wipes his lips. “And that,” Lee points to Fred, “is how you kiss someone. Not that pathetic thing you gave Katie.”

The group comes down from laughing at Lee spins the bottle for himself. The cycle repeats for a while. Lee kisses Alicia, Alicia kisses you, you kiss Katie, Katie kisses Lee, and then the bottle spins again. Lee spins and the bottle gently lands on you as you giggle. “I’m expecting excellence, Lee Jordan,” you eye him as he laughs. “Not going to lie, Alicia might give you a run for your money.”

Lee rolls his eyes, “In her dreams.”

You giggle before the two of you close the gap between you two, kissing each other. The kiss is honestly not bad. Lee’s lips tasted of the fire whiskey along with vanilla and sugar. The kiss was gentle, but not bad at all. Your friends around you all cheer and oooh at you two in typical fashion as you both smile into the kiss. You pull away and Lee sends you a wink. “The reviews are in,” you speak. “Not bad, Jordan. Not bad at all. Actually, pretty damned good!”

Lee pumps his arm. “Hah! Take that, Spinnet!”

“Alright, my turn to spin,” you giggle and excitedly spin the bottle.

The bottle spins and spins and spins as everyone waits in anxious anticipation. Who could it be? Slowly, the bottle stops spinning and lands on the person right next to you, Mr. Fred Weasley.

Your heart stops as your mouth goes dry. Everyone immediately erupts into cheers, specifically George who springs onto his feet. “Oh, I’ve been waiting for this one!” he cheers as you gulp.

Kissing Fred Weasley? Maybe this game was a mistake. 

You stare at the bottle, and then to Angie who wears the biggest grin on her face, and then back at the bottle and finally to Fred. His eyes stare back at you as you gulp. A smirk dances on Fred’s lips as you suck in a breath. The whole group stares at the pair of you, silent, waiting for something to happen. 

The tension between you and Fred was so thick you could cut it with a knife. “Cat got your tongue, (Y/L/N)?” Fred teases you as he scoots a little closer to you. You suck in a shaky breath as he chuckles lowly.

You snap yourself out of this anxious gaze and speak, confidence now coursing through your veins. You were going to kiss your best friend and it was happening now. “Make your move, Weasley,” you challenge with flirtation laced in your voice.

Fred smiles, “No need to tell me twice,” he lowly whispers.

Immediately, Fred cups your cheek and brings your lips to his. Your lips connect and the whole group loudly cheers and screams. You hear Lee scream, “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!” 

But you couldn’t care what was happening. You were kissing Fred. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. Fred’s lips were soft, but demanding as they pressed firmly onto yours. His lips tasted of sweet cinnamon and spice; his lips were like a personal drug that you couldn’t get enough of. You pressed your lips harder against his as you both sucked in a breath, your hand resting on his forearm. His lips moved gently against yours as you both enjoyed this kiss too much for a friendly game of spin the bottle. 

You opened up your mouth enough for Fred to slide his tongue in, massaging his with yours as you moan just loudly enough for Fred to hear, making him smile into your kiss. As the group watched you two softly snog, they only cheer louder. You were too involved in relishing in the way Fred’s lips felt pressed against yours to care about how your friends were reacting.

The kiss was everything you wanted a first kiss with someone to be. It was gentle, but didn’t lack in passionate or desire. His lips moved in sync with yours as you followed his lead, his tongue dancing with yours. It was exactly how you imagined kissing Fred Weasley.

You are pulled from your thoughts when George cries out, “For Merlin’s sake Freddie, don’t eat the poor girl!”

Gently, you break the kiss as Fred’s lips follow yours for a moment, not wanting the kiss to end just yet. The two of you keep your eyes closed, relishing in the moment that you two shared.

Lee laughs, “Is it just me or is it hot in here?”

You giggle and gently pry your eyes open. But that’s when you gasp.

You look at Fred who sits in front of you in full color. His bright red hair contrasting against the light blue thermal shirt he wears. His brown eyes stare at you just as much in shock. 

It happened.

“Merlin’s beard...” you whisper.

The room fall silent as your friends stare at the two of you in confusion, wondering what could have possibly happened that made the two of you stare at each other in shock.

“Is it...” you start.

“Yeah,” Fred answers. He lets out a light laugh. “Yeah, it is.”

You let out a light laugh with him and slowly, look around the room taking in your surroundings, the whole common room in beautiful colors of maroon and gold. Color dances everywhere as you let out an amazed chuckle. 

Looking at Angie with amazement, she suddenly realizes exactly what’s going on. A smile erupts on her face as she lets out a sigh. “Good Godric,” she breathes. She looks at George. “It happened.”

The entire group registers what is happening as they stare at the two of you in awe as you two take in your surroundings gentle. “Oh shit,” Lee breathes out with a smile. “That’s bloody brilliant...”

You look back at Fred who just wears a gentle smile on his face as you look deeply into his chocolate brown eyes that swim with amazement and adoration. You could look into those eyes forever. And lucky for you, that’s what you were going to do. 

Breaking the silence, Angelina says, “We’ll leave you two to it then. Guys...”

Your friends all start to leave the common room, running up the stairs to the dormitories, definitely to chat about what just happened.

You are now left with Fred in the common room, sitting on the couch together, staring at each other in technicolor. “Hi, Freddie,” you breathe out with a smile.

Fred smiles, “Hi, (Y/N),” he reciprocates. The two of you just take the other one in for a few moments as you gulp. What were you supposed to say? What were you supposed to do? Merlin’s sake, this was supposed to be a cheeky game of spin the bottle and all of a sudden. “We’re soulmates,” Fred speaks plainly.

“I guess so,” you laugh. You gently bite your lip. “I never thought it would be you, Fred.”

He inhales a long breath. “I had a feeling,” Fred admits as you teasingly smack his arm. “I’m glad I was right,” he confesses as you blush. “You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. With and without color,” he tells you. “I didn’t think that you could get more gorgeous, but color has proved me wrong.”

You shake your head, “Freddie...” you trail off, blushing wildly, crimson appearing on your cheeks for the first time. Fred takes your hand in his and gently rubs his thumb over your knuckles. You give into his touch, nothing feeling more right. “I’m so glad it’s you.”

Fred lifts your hand up to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “We’re soulmates,” he repeats himself as you nod. “Wow...so, we get to spend forever with each other, huh? You’re going to get really tired of me, aren’t you?” he jokes as you laugh.

“I could never grow tired of you,” you confess, squeezing his hand. You run your hand through his red hair. The signature of the Weasleys that you could finally see now. “I do have to say though,” you start. “I was not expecting your hair to be this red.”

Fred laughs, “Get used to it, darling. You’ll be staring at it for the rest of your life. Not to mention, the Weasley genetics are strong. Sorry to say that if we decide to have kids, they’ll end up like this.”

You roll your eyes, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Freddie.” He smiles and sends you a wink. “So,” you breathe out. “What do we do now?”

He inhales deeply and sighs. “Well,” he starts. “I think we ought to tell people, specifically our parents,” he says as you nod. “But other than that, we do what we want.” You gaze into Fred’s eyes and smile. “(Y/N), we have the rest of our lives together. There’s no rush. We can go at our own pace. We don’t have to pay attention to what people say we should be doing. I’m just happy that we’ve found each other that way we can start forever now.”

Your heart fills with joy and adoration at his words. You had always worried that you wouldn’t love soulmate, nevertheless like them, but loving Fred Weasley was going to be the easiest task of your life. Living your forever in color together.

“Sounds good to me, Weasley,” you smile.

Fred leans in and closes the gap between you two, kissing you again sweetly like he had done minutes ago for the first time. His lips are even gentler than before on yours as you smile into the kiss. Fred pull away and smiles, “Reckon we go upstairs and get the teasing out of the way from the lot?”

You take a moment. “Let’s wait a little while. We have forever for them to tease us. We’ll only have this moment for a short time.”

He shakes his head. “Merlin, you’re perfect.”

And there the two of you laid in each other’s arms, taking in the new colorful world before you, souls now connected forever. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[fa1ryofshampoo]

hii! i was wondering if you could do a smut request for heeseung please? where him and the reader are basically always getting cockblocked by the other members leaving both of y’all fed up(especially heeseung). until one day all the boys leave, so heeseung takes out his pent up anger? (i don’t know how describe it lol) on the reader. you can make it as detailed as you want!

thank you and have a great day! <3

hello! here it is! i enjoyed writing this aaA, i hope i did okay here huhu thank you for the request and stay safe! 💟

Thirsty

pairing: lee heeseung x reader

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Today, I have the whole afternoon to myself. Thanks to the strength and power I had I was able to finish the tasks up until noon time. I lie down my bed and scrolled through my phone when my boyfriend's name appeared on my screen, a call incoming.

"Heedeungie." He chuckled at my cute voice.

"Y/N, how are you? Are you busy?"

"I'm good, I'm not busy. I have finished my tasks so I have the rest of the day to spare." I responded.

"Would you like to come over here? I cooked something for the two of us since the boys are all out." I sensed some shyness in his voice on the last sentence. A smile formed on my lips because of my boyfriend's thoughtfulness.

"Okay! I'll text you once I'm near there." We both said our goodbyes and I went to change clothes. Since I'm on the mood to wear something fancier than just jeans and a shirt, I went for a casual dress and a denim jacket matched with my boots. I brushed my hair and gave my pout a touch of my favorite lip tint before I stepped out of my apartment. Dang, it's cold.

While sitting on the bus, I tought of the times me and Heeseung spent on their dorm. Most of the time, the two of us will watch movies or play board games that will eventually end up to us making out in their room. Heeseung, as my first boyfriend, is clingy. He will not hesitate to make the first move and make me feel things I haven't felt before and I love that. One day, when we thought about finally having sex after and when we first tried to do it, Jungwon suddenly knocked on the room saying that the foods they ordered were there already. I remember clearly how hard he was at that time, how I sat on his erection restricted by his boxers and how my school skirt was bunched up to my waist, ready for what was about to happen. But although Heeseung is clingy, he gets pretty flustered easily. That's why when we got interrupted, I know we won't be able to continue anymore. When I came there another time, Heeseung forgot to lock the door so Sunghoon suddenly barged in, thinking the two of us are just chillin' because he heard songs playing inside. But then again, we were almost discarding our clothes. And again, we're interrupted.

Just everytime, every single time we would want to have sex, something has to come up and take away the moment from the both of us. I noticed how Heeseung was flustered and shy the first time it happened and how he was disappointed the last time we got interrupted. I'm wondering if the same thing will happen today even if the boys are out.

I finally saw the familiar sight of their dorm so I went down the bus and texted Heeseung that I'm about to cross the road. Before I could even cross the road, Heeseung was already outside waiting for me. When I reached him he immediately embraced me. He smells so freakin' good, goodness gracious. He wore just plain white shirt and a black baggy sweatpants. His hair now black with an almost mullet making him even more attractive. Can he get even more attractive?

"Someone missed me so much, the stares are melting me." I lightly slapped his arm making him laugh.

When I entered the dorm, Heeseung closed the door and trapped me between his arms, devouring my mouth. I was a bit surprised but immediately responded to the kiss. His hands ran down my hands and I can feel him taking his time. We're not rushing things and we're letting our bodies move accordingly. To my dismay, my stomach grumbled in the middle of our make out sesh. Heeseung opened his eyes, chuckling after he realized my stomach complained. I looked at him apologetically and before I could say anything, Heeseung opened his mouth to speak. "It's okay, Y/N. I know I prepared food and before they get cold and you collapse from hunger let's eat now." No wonder I had a big time crush on him up until now.

After eating the foods he prepared, he took my hand and played some upbeat songs to dance jam with. We continued to dance and converse until we finally felt like sitting already. We sat on the couch and decided to drink some soju.

"Time flies so fast, it's already four in the afternoon. When will the boys come home?" I asked him while he poured me a drink.

"Jungwon, Sunoo and Ni-Ki will be home by nine I guess. They said they'll be having dinner outside. Sunghoon, Jake and Jay won't be home until tomorrow morning due to their personal errands." My mouth formed an 'o'. It's very rare that the boys go out and have time of their own.

"Thank you for spending your spare time with me. I really appreciate it." I raised my glass and took a shot of it. "Oh, shoot. That still hits!" My face grimaced with the taste of alcohol. Heeseung laughed at my expression. He know how low my alcohol tolerance is so he never lets me finish a bottle to myself. After a few more shots, I know that tipsy is enough so I stopped. Heeseung drank the remaining drink. Despite the cold weather, sweat formed on his temples. I took a good look at the sight in front of me. My boyfriend, gulping from the bottle, adam's apple shifting with every gulp, his shirt hanging low down to his chest, eyebrows furrowing from the aftertaste of the alcohol. Heavenly.

"You might drool, sweetheart." To my surprise, Heeseung was already mere centimeters away from my face. He played with the lace of the hem of my dress. "You dolled up for me today with this dress despite the fact we're staying at home and it's freezing cold outside." I can only look at him, too tempted of his actions. "I see you wore the lip tint I gave you. I was right when I thought it would suit you." His gaze went down to my lips. He held my hand and I squeezed it.

No words needed, he gave me wet kisses on my neck. "Do you know how much I waited to finally have time with you alone?" He managed to mumble while still kissing my jaw and everywhere else he could. I can feel he's getting impatient but he still made sure to savor every moment. I can only hum as a response. I turned his head to mine and kissed him. The taste and the flavor of the drink lingered everytime our tongues fought. "Your lips taste so good, Heeseung." He bit my bottom lip and held my hair to deepen the kiss. Fervor grew each and every minute, my denim jacket, his shirt and sweatpants now discarded while he held my thighs and I straddled him. He held onto my ass before standing up and giving it a sharp slap that made me yelp. I can feel the erection growing from his sweatpants. I rolled my hips to make my pooling core meet his member that made him groan. I noticed how his half-lidded eyes are now filled with so much lust.

"Heeseung, please just fuck me now." I continued to roll my hips in his. Growing impatient, he pinned me to the wall and bunched my dress up to my waist. He took his cock out and pushed my panties aside. He held my waist as I slowly sat down on his thick cock. When I was finally halfway, he thrusted up and picked up his pace immediately. His movements show how much he's thirsty to do this all along. Heeseung played and flicked my nipples with his tongue while kneading the other one. I didn't know how to react, all I know was the dorm was filled with our moaning noises. "You know how much I wanted to pound into you like this, hm? I know you wanted me to fuck you too huh don't you?" His brows furrowed while his eyes remained filled with lust. "Want me to fuck you real hard? Use your words baby."

"Yes, Heeseung please!" Tears started forming in my eyes from pleasure. "Yeah, I like that. Always say please, baby." I rolled my hips to meet his movements and moaned directly into his ear. I kissed the spot behind his ear making him moan. Heeseung opened their room and lay me down his bed without breaking our kiss and position. Once I was comfortably laying down, he took one of my legs up and placed it on his shoulders. I ran my hands on his well-built chest and his abs. I took time to admire my heavenly-looking boyfriend hungrily fucking me. "Fuck, Heeseung. You look so hot." I cannot contain it any longer. "You too, Y/N, you look hotter than hell." He pulled my dress up and throwing it somewhere in the room, leaving me with my underwear. He took away my bra and without a warning, he tore my panties not wanting to pull out from me. My mouth opened agape in surprise from him tearing my panty and his thrusts growing even faster, hitting a spot that made me emit a high-pitched moan. "Just like that, baby. Doing so good for me." He held onto my waist in the tightest way possible to hold me in place.

"So fucking tight." His growl made me unconsciously clench around him. He kneaded my breasts while the room was filled with the noise of our skin slapping, his growls and my moans. "Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum." He continued to moan my name each time. I didn't know his thrusts could still grow faster and deeper, a knot forming in my stomach making me hold onto his bicep while moaning his name. He drew circles on my aching clit, enough to overstimulate me. It's so intense my legs were shaking and my toes curling. "Me too, Heeseung. I-I'm cumming." He kissed me and rode my high until his own high came, my name and curses leaving his mouth. He pulled out and came on my stomach.

After catching our breaths from the intensity, Heeseung got up to grab tissues and clean the mess. "Finally, no one interrupted us." I chuckled. "Yeah, finally. I was really looking forward to finally having you to myself, Y/N." He covered my body with blanket before lying down beside me. "It's cold, jagi. Please hug me~" This was his complete opposite minutes ago. I snuggled to his chest, bodies sweaty but none of us cared. He wrapped his arms around my body and hummed me a lull while caressing my hair. What an adorable yet thirsty baby, I thought.

[hanibalistic]

#5B52AD | NA JAEMIN. NCT DREAM.

genre | fluff, friendship

word count | 2835

warning | a fever, mention of pain

note | i got kind of sick after my first dose of vaccine and i think about is my mother used to sit and rub my tummy whenever i get tummy ache even when it’s 3am.

your body felt heavy, you could not walk without an awkward arch of your back and at an annoyingly slow pace. you haven't gotten a migraine in so long that the gentle ringing in the back of your head now felt like a gradual decomposing of your brain. your tummy gurgled obnoxiously from time to time, confusing your body and mind with hunger and pain.

long story short, you were sick. you got sick, unfortunately, after a streak of good health for the past years, and you barely knew how to take care of yourself now because of how unusual the occurrence was.

you suspected it was the pouring rain you walked under the other day, or the multiple cold nights you've stood through in the unorganized tent area backstage during award shows this past few weeks. either way, since there weren't any other possible reasons, bad weather was the only thing you could blame your sickness on.

you had contacted the team manager about taking a few days off, leisurely estimating your return date while the manager told you to take your time and make sure to only work once you have fully recovered to avoid spreading your sudden fever to the dreamies when you get back. another thing you also asked of, with more grit and firmness this time, was to make sure the manager leak not a single word of you being sick to the boys.

it was true that you have not been sick in a long while, but so far you have gotten a grip on how it works and adapted to being uncomfortable and alone. reminding yourself to take those over-the-counter medicines was annoying but doable. moving around the apartment so you could cook and clean was exhausting but also doable. you did not need an extra pair of hands; it would definitely be good to have one, but you could survive without one.

you knew very well if the boys knew that you caught a fever, they would insist on visiting and taking care of you.

they would probably try to pull up to your apartment with some homemade soup and old movie discs, rambling on and on about sneaking out and forcing the driver to come to your apartment estate, complaining about you keeping everything a secret from your friends. then they'd get unreasonably mad at you for not visiting a doctor, and they'd force you to stay in bed while promising to take care of everything. they would be loud, and destructive, and annoying and—ugh! everything you do not need when you have a fever burning on your head!

"oh, finally!" you groaned in tired delight when you heard the doorbell ring. you have been waiting on the jajangmyeon takeout you ordered about fifteen damn minutes ago (to be fair, it felt like two hours with that migraine in your head).

shaking the shiver off your back when you stood on the cold wooden tiles with your bare feet, you grimaced at the pair of fuzzy socks you previously pulled off out of spontaneity, not wanting to bend down to get them from the ground. you stepped on then as you moved begrudgingly from the messy couch, where your blanket and tons of pillows resided, to the front door.

you unlocked your door with some trouble, finding it hard to stand on your legs and twist the lock. when you slowly swung open the door, you muttered, "sorry for the delay, it's kind of hard to–huh."

you cut yourself off when you saw the sight of renjun handing cash to your delivery man and patting him on the back as he bowed and left your house with your jajangmyeon. your eyes pulled back to look at the bigger picture—four people present before your apartment door, all wearing the same reaction to your figure uncared for.

renjun has turned his attention back from your delivery man and his grimace deepened when he saw your red face. donghyuck pulled a face at you when he saw your terrible posture and dead expression, and he tightened his grip on the small bag in his hand. jeno was frowning in disapproval with one brow raised as if you were spreading the bacteria to him but he was too polite to cover himself up. jaemin looked like he didn't want to be here, like always, but for a moment you saw his eyes flicker with soft concern over your visibly sick posture.

you sneered. that bastard! the manager snitched on you and here came the power rangers of the 2000s judging you at your front door! you would not take this absurdity!

"goodbye," you muttered blandly before you went ahead to close the door on their faces, but a hand swiftly reached out and blocked the door frame from meeting its end.

jeno smiled casually at you from the side, his arm muscle flexing as he, with no effort against your sickened strength, pushed the door open. you attempted to struggle against him, but obviously you were of no match for him, riddled with a fever or not.

"lee jeno," you warned.

"[full name]," he returned.

you clicked your tongue. you were too dizzy to get angry, but the rumbling inside your chest sounded anyway so you wouldn't be so overwhelmed by the boys' relentless care that you forget you didn't like this nor want this, that this wasn't ideal for you.

"please leave," you asked. "i don't need help."

"no. we're coming in whether you like it or not, [name], so give it up," donghyuck mentioned as he gently brushed past you into the apartment. "and before you ask–no, we are not leaving. we got our phones, and we brought movies. we also have to take care of you, so we got plenty to do here. we won't get bored."

you rolled your eyes as the rest of the boys followed behind. kicking their shoes off and placing them neatly to the side, they slowly began acting as if they were back in their humble abode.

donghyuck headed over to the coffee table before your couch. he grimaced at the sight of falling blankets and unorganized pillows as he placed the bag on the surface, then he turned to renjun, "renjun, where do we put the soup?"

"not on the coffee table, take it to the kitchen!" renjun exclaimed as he pointed aimlessly at a spot.

donghyuck listened. as he made his way to your open kitchen, he began rambling off. "you know, i can't believe you didn't tell us you were sick. i knew something was up when you were absent for more than a day!"

renjun nodded in agreement as he crossed his arms, looking to you with a semi-displeased expression. "he is right. we are all friends here, you should tell us if you need some help."

just having them around your apartment was enough to make you want to jump out the window. it was nothing personal against the boys, though. you would have felt the same with just about anybody who dared enter your territory when you felt uncomfortable. but the way they never stop talking—ugh, it made you want to end it altogether so you didn't have to listen to their voices overlap each other in such annoying frequency.

"if i needed help, i would have asked," you dragged out through gritted teeth.

donghyuck snickered from the sink, rolling his sleeves up and getting ready to do the unclean dishes. "oh yeah, that's why you have no clean bowl and spoon to use!"

"also, why are all your stuff here on the couch, [name]?" jeno complained as he picked up your heavy blankets in his arms. he popped his head out from the side and eyed you. "i'll take them back to your room, you should stay in bed!"

jaemin leisurely approached the coffee table, his face was bland with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his pants. despite acting like he didn't want to be here, his curiosity to know whether you were doing well alone was killing him inside; you weren't, it appeared. he gazed around your apartment with feign disinterest before an opened box caught his eyes.

bending down to pick up the medicine, he furrowed his brows and turned to you. "these aren't doctor prescribed medicine."

ignoring the drowsiness in your eyes, you looked at the displeasure on jaemin's face before you sighed, "i didn't see a doctor."

"you what?" jaemin exclaimed in disbelief while the rest of the boys gasped in what sounded to be disapproval.

there it went. there came the wave of complaints and disagreement piling out of their mouths like rainwater flooding into the ditch. the migraine in your head magnified the more frustration built up inside you, trying to force you to explode on the boys who only meant well.

"yes, i didn't visit a doctor. stop making a big deal out of it," you retorted, straining your voice to make yourself heard. "do you know how expensive an appointment at the clinic is?"

"still! it's always better to visit a doctor!" renjun pointed out softly.

the others agreed with him like dominos, opinions falling on top of each other in the form of noises. you closed your eyes in hopes to cancel their presence, but they've been talking nonstop it felt impossible to ignore them.

their voices were adding to your nausea, too many words to understand and to process that you felt useless not being able to retain their words as quickly as usual. it made you want to vomit, it made your chest tighten, it made your tummy hurt.

"god... please... shut up," you muttered under your breath as you glared at the floor. "shut up... stop talking... stop talking!"

the heat burst.

"[name]..." jaemin began cautiously, dropping the empty box of pills on the table as he eyed you sturdily.

you grimaced; your lips quirking down in guilt and your eyes darting elsewhere but their faces. seeing their innocent, good-intentioned, widened eyes would just make you feel like a bad person more than anything. shaking your head, you waved your hand at them dismissively and proceeded to turn away.

"thank you for coming, but please leave because i don't need your help," you said, "i'm gonna go to bed. lock the door when you leave."

the boys watched you move back to your room slowly, still surprised at your sudden outburst. they half-expected something like this to happen, but not exactly the way it turned out. they did come here fully prepared to be kicked out kindly knowing well your inability to accept aid from others, but the event has taken a turn for even worse, it seemed. they had not expected you to yell at them.

donghyuck turned away from the sink, his confused gaze darting between the door to your bedroom and the rest of his friends. "we're not actually leaving, right?"

"no, but we will leave them alone," jeno mumbled, fiddling with his fingers. "for now, at least."

jaemin's eyes trailed after your steps and they have yet to tear themselves away from your bedroom door.

he knew you well, better than the rest of his friends if he could say so. even though you might have meant what you said, you wouldn't do anything if they refuse to listen. and the consequences of adhering to your request and leaving you alone when you just did something you didn't want to would outweigh those of them not listening to you.

you don't need help, you never ask for them, whatever reason that was. but you do want them when they were presented to you. he knew that much, at least.

"jaemin, where are you going?" jeno asked when he saw his friend shuffling across the small living room.

nobody talked when jaemin moved to your room and knocked on your door. he pushed it open without waiting for your permission, and the stifled cries stayed beneath the walls unknown to the outsiders. he softened at the sight of you helplessly rubbing your tears with your forearm, wanting nothing more than to coddle you, but he leaned against the door instead.

"feeling bad now, are we?" jaemin said to catch your attention.

your head hurt, the pain was piercing. but nothing shattered you more than realizing you were a bad person for refusing help from good people who cared about you, realizing the mortifying cycle of loneliness you cannot thrust yourself out of because you could not accept any form of good social interaction. you were never one to cry from those whimsical things, you were used to it, but the thought of your friends shuffling out of your apartment and leaving the area dead cold made you cry.

you still have them now, but for how long, really? how many more "leave me alone" and "i don't want your help" would they take until they truly leave you alone for good?

you sobbed out breathlessly, your words continuously getting cut off against your will. eventually, you made out a sentence.

"jae-jaemin, my head hurts."

like a sharp shot through his heart, jaemin wavered and crumbled. he wasn't sure if this kind of melting was good, but he was taking the ache along with him. he approached you swiftly and sat down on the edge of your bed, a spoiled gaze dawning within his eyes while he moved his hand to your head, threading his fingers through your hair and messaging your scalp.

"try going to sleep, it'll help," he coaxed.

the more you cried, the more he sunk himself onto your bed. he kept his head high up against the headboard of your bed, and he let you snuggle close against his side for comfort. your head hastily leaned against his chest, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried to focus on the rhythm of which he scratched your head dotingly.

"shhh, it's okay," he hushed, reaching his free arm over you to pat your back. "it's going to be okay."

jaemin was always so kind. everyone was always so kind. with their homemade soup, their refusal to abandon you at a tough spot, their snark remarks against your constant attacks, their nagging and coaxing—they were your friends.

you never knew why it took so much effort to get it into your head that they were going to be here whether you wanted them to or not. when you pushed them away, they would push back ten times harder, however many times they needed to. they knew you hated blatant affection so they never show it, nor do they make you show it, but it was here. flowing between their heads was love, discreet love, love that sat in patience, understanding, and stubbornness.

you pack a mean punch, but they could take it.

"jaemin... how are they doing?"

jaemin looked up from your sleeping face to find donghyuck at the door. his hands were wet from messing around in the kitchen, and he wiped them clean on his pants as he quietly approached the bed to take a peek at you. he raised his brow when he saw your face smushed against jaemin's chest and hidden under your arm, then he signed.

sleeping, huh. good. he heard you cry from outside a while ago, everyone did. nobody said anything about it and the living rooms were hushed quieter until your sobs gradually calmed down.

"are you going to stay here?" donghyuck asked after he pulled away. "you might get sick."

"yeah," jaemin nodded down at you, "i might."

donghyuck pursed his lips together, then he shrugged. "alright, i'll leave you then. do you want me to turn the lights off?"

"no, i don't want to fall asleep," jaemin said, stroking your head gently. then he nudged his chin toward donghyuck. "i do want my phone though."

donghyuck scoffed when he was by the door. he was only gonna turn the lights off because it would help you, so if that wasn't needed...

"interesting," he said. "i'm not your errand boy, though. you can stay bored."

jaemin held back a hiss when donghyuck ran out to the living room. he grimaced after the opened door, eyes wide in annoyance that donghyuck left the lights on and the door open, that irresponsible bastard! and he wouldn't even run to get a phone, which would only take a couple of steps!

turning his attention, he glanced down at you instead and breathed out a sigh. he wasn't going to be on his phone for long anyway, he just wanted to tell jisung and chenle you were doing okay. other than that, he has the plan to stare at you until you wake up—your scrunchy nose and closed puffy eyes were abnormally adorable, he has to admit.

"yeah, i'll get him," jaemin whispered playfully down at you. "we'll get him when you wake up."

[ncitygirls]

pink - mark x gn reader

fluff, smut, cw: submissive!mark, 2k

The concept of colour is an intriguing one. Much like seeing, seeing itself is intriguing. Intriguing as well is the notion that seeing is believing when the blind trust so fiercely. They must trust the yellow of the sun resembles the middle of daisies, and runny yolk. They must trust the red of a ruby resembles that of flowing blood. They must trust that at any given time, the blue painting the skies can resemble that of bluebells, blueberries, and all blue things.

The concept of colour is not an admissible one. It is convoluted and complex. The pink of a rose, of a poked eye, of a healing wound, of a stained linen. They all contain a bounty of hues; some dimmer, paler, or truer than others. They all carry their own meaning, things we assign and ascribe to an item; be it clothing, furniture, text. The point to all this is, you do not think you will ever be able to truly explain how perfect the pink that colours Mark’s lips is. You try every morning you are fortunate to wake beside him - when you are first to wake that is. You peel open your eyes one by one, blinking away sleep and tears from the strobes scorching your corneas, falling victim to the allure of sunlight that lures you from your dreams, only to wake to another.

Pink. It is too simple a word to describe the creases in his lips that sit a couple shades darker, not enough to call magenta nor red. Every morning, you ache to run your fingers along the ridges, to rouse him from sleep, punish him like the rising sun did you. You never do. You lay there, watching as silent breaths cause the rise and fall of your lover’s chest, perturbed by the riddle that curses you every other morning.

How does one describe the indescribable?

It is your job no? To spread word of such wonder. A man who proves the existence of a higher power. A man whose face cannot be a product of the algorithms of colliding comets, nor of destiny. Hands of an omniscient being carved this face, moulded him into the wonder that you wake to every morning. That pink is not just pink. It is a perfect combination of the richest red and a waxen white. God needn’t have spent long, given his almightiness, but he did spend more time than on others. For that reason you think it selfish to waste this time, to roll out of bed and busy yourself with the trivial, menial tasks of readying for work. No, you must solve this riddle. You must find a way to proclaim what you have thought since the very first moment you laid eyes on Mark Lee.

“How are you real?”

One glance and he knew you hadn’t meant to ask it aloud. It is a regular action you do in regards to him; thanking God for the blessing that was Mark Lee’s creation. It occurs at all hours of the day, both verbal and non verbal, physical and non-physical alike. Whether it be the sudden airiness in your laughter, or twirling strands of his hair betwixt your fingers. Every time your eyes settle on his face, your senses heighten while your sense diminishes.

“Morning, angel,” he mumbles, tugging you from your angelic pose on his chest and pulling your lips to his. He offers you just a press, but should it be your last, it would still be enough. Mornings spent in his company always make for an easier start, one full of wistful goodbyes but wishful hellos. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes,” your lips fall to his toned pec, offering scattered pecks. “Did you?”

Mark hums groggily, head falling to his pillow, failing to follow your sudden flurry of kisses. He finds the energy to speak just as your lips closed around his hardened nipple, as you begin to suck ever so slightly. His hands find your hips, clinging onto your frame as you kiss a path down his chest, marking his skin on your descent. “It’s almost eight,” he regrets to inform you, wishing nothing more than to enjoy this extended dream. “Won’t you be late?”

You show no signs of stopping, journeying south at a most leisurely speed. He relinquishes his hold on you, instead finding purchase in the bed linens, his fingers clasping around the duck down feathers. When your lips suddenly leave him, Mark fears the worst, that his reminder had a delayed effect. That is reluctant warning, seemingly good deed is now working against him. He soon finds his concerns were in vain as your lips close around the clothed head of his cock, sucking long and hard on the darkened material. His hips rise toward your mouth, chasing the stimulation you offer up to the deity beneath you, the one you call Mark. The one you call yours.

Your fingers grip his waistband, slowly lowering the material to the tops of his calves. His hot length meets the cool air with a hiss, his jaw tightening as you offer a languid tug from his base to his tip. A strangled moan fills the air, coating either end of your name. As you slowly pump him within your closed fist, you admire how the morning light always caught the beautiful tone of his arms, the shadows casting over his chest. He is more firm beneath your palm, more concrete, more real. When he casts his gaze toward you finally, finding some room for restraint within your steady pace, he allows himself to admire the gentle knit of your brows, the smirk upturning your lips as his breathing changes when you tighten your fist. He gasps when your eyes fly back up to his, your fist stilled at the base of his abdomen, a silent question in your eyes, a small lick at your lips.

He nods, watching you lower your weight, resting on his tensed thighs. He is breathless, eyes stuck on the plumpness of your lips, your pink tongue sweeping over your bottom one, teeth catching the skin as you run your closed fist over his cock once more, gripping tighter as he mewls.

Words escape him as he offers up devout concentration to his breathing, praying he does not crumble under the warmth of your touch and sweetness in your eyes. His eyes squeeze shut when you thumb his slit, a hard shudder passing through his bones, his hips bucking in time with your closed fist. Mark whines beneath you, the patience he forces is admirable, his whitened knuckles gleam as they blend in with the cloud of sheets. And still you wait, feeling his skin burn as his precum gathers in your palm, squelching in the air.

“Minhyung,” you breathe suddenly, fearful you might shatter the moment. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,’ he chokes out in response. ‘I want you, please.’

You chortle at his sweet plea, capturing the skin of his thigh in a slow kiss as you pump him harder, puckering your lips along the skin at his base as his thrusts start to increase. “Slow down for me,” you whisper. Mark loves what you are doing, reducing him to the shell of himself as you lure his first orgasm of the day from him. He grips your hand then, ready to chase a release he knows you will not give him.

“Please,” he begs softly, skin a flaming pink, lined by the morning light and in a light dew.

Pressing a final, fleeting kiss to his tip he wishes to chase, you release him, drawing his brows together as you slow down before climbing off of his lap. He frowns as you kneel beside the bed before patting his shin, “come ‘ere.”

He bites his tongue, stuffing it in his cheek, “I know you’re teasing me.”

“No,” you laugh, “you’re just impatient,” you coo, watching as he follows your instruction anyway, shuffling to the edge of the bed. You tug his pants down to his ankles before you are hovering over his cock, admiring the gleam as the light reflects off his slick head. He sighs as you do, your breath cooling his angry tip, a twitch running through his cock as you just hover. He almost whines again when you pucker around his slit, the tip of your tongue passing over it ever so slightly.

His sweet moans fill the air, his breaths laboured as you tease him, lapping at his shaft as he toys with your hair, moving it aside so he can see you. He watches you take him, burying his lithe cock between the hot confines of your mouth before sucking around him, humming as he mewls beneath you. He assigns no time to keeping himself together, instead admiring how quickly you render him powerless. How you swirl your tongue around him, pump him as you suckle on his head, swallowing around him. He is completely at your mercy, his cum threatening to pour down your throat as you push on his abdomen, sending his back into the mattress. He huffs as he falls, sighing as his stolen release is remedied by your cool, slick coated finger prodding at his puckered hole.

His moans are unintelligible, garbled mumbles filling the air as you glide your finger into his ass, curling ever so slightly as you pump the digit. “I think I-,” he starts, unsure how, or just unable to finish.

“It’s okay, Mark,” you breathe on his cock, curling your finger harder with every suck you offer his leaking tip. “It’s okay, you can come.”

“Fuck- I’m-” his voice escapes him before he can help it, the mere thought of it forcing you to suck harder. His release tears through him like molten iron, encrusting his every nerve, setting him alight. His cum coats your throat as he bucks into your mouth, your name barely comprehensible as it pours from his lips. It is pleading, prayer like, something you repel. It was Mark who was God like. Mark who was heavenly.

He humps up into your mouth while grinding down on your finger, milking himself, using you, silently forbidding himself to succumb to the oversensitivity of his orgasm. He clings onto the nape of your neck, lodging his tip in the back of your throat while chasing the finger pressed beautifully to his prostate as his mind and body struggle to process the endless limits of his pleasure, though the two can agree it rests in your hands.

When he is somewhat present, Mark quickly recognises your figure lying by his side, your unsoiled hand massaging the expanse of his chest. He gazes up at you with fatigue in his eyes, and a sickly adoration. And something else he thinks he is ready to name.

“Y/N?” Mark calls, still a little breathless, failing to notice the way your eyes catch the time. “I think I-”

“Shit, it’s past nine! Mark, I have to go.”

You disappear down the hall, your presence made known only by a flurry of rushed sounds before you return in the peachy pink shirt you left behind last time. He can’t figure out how it looks better on you every time he sees it. Much like the pink of your lips when circling his cock or the more innocent pink lining your tired eyes. Even the pink hearts that fly around your head as he watches you rush around the room, glancing at him every so often, laughing to find him still watching you. Each time you do, he sees that nothing beats the colour of the red raw love he feels for you. Mark hopes to tell you this some other beautiful morning. For now, he smiles against your lips as you bids him farewell before letting him return to his slumber.

He dreams only of you.

[haechanokeh]

I'm Right For You [pt 7]

pairing: popular college! mark x average! reader

genre: romance, smut, angst, series.

warning (general): corruption, oral sex (both receiving and giving), cream pie, rough sex, mention of religion, rough sex, self-esteem, public sex, sub! reader, sex toys. possessive mark two-faced mark

[teaser] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 2 ] [ Chapter 3 ] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6]

you are shoving your face on the table because of embarrassment. when you're back to your senses you realize the mess you made in the lee's carpet and dining table. if they knew what happened they would probably not going to use this table.

mark was just laughing at you and watching you mumbling to yourself about how humiliating you are and naming yourself dumb or idiot. you already finished your food and took your paracetamol though the orgasm did relieve your headache but you should still drink paracetamol just in case.

"okay stop that, i'll walk you home." you heard a dragging noise of a chair against the carpet. you look up and mark was carrying your bag already. "okay..." you whispered and stood up too. he chuckled and put his hands behind you.

"don't over think. they will not notice it, i already cleaned it but..." he moved his lips closer to you ear. "but the scent of sex is hard to cover. " he was just teasing you and you totally fell for it.

your jaw dropped and your heart began to beat in a fast face because of panic. "What should we do? what should we do?"

"don't think too much about it. right now, let's get you home, hmm?" he gave you an assuring smile though you're still worrying about the smell you just let him drag you out.

both of you were walking talking about what you did these past few days, and giving him your recommended netflix series and movies. he's nodding, listening, and giving you reactions. mark was just cherishing the moment with you and you enjoy his company. you were being talkative because you really missed him and enjoy his company. mark on the other hand, cherishes every moment with you and he liked your talkativeness.

when you reached the front of your house, you were kind of disappointed and it was written all over your face.

"lock your doors." mark told you, he's worried about your safety after learning that your mom is away. he secretly jog every night to midnight to check your house in the days were chose to ignore you. of course he doesn't want to tell you that.

"is he going?" you don't want him to go yet.

"what?" his brows furrowed.

"what?" you confusingly asked back.

"what, you want me to stay?" he pointed at himself with his index.

you bit your lower lip and squeezed your eyes. your mouth doesn't cooperate well to you brain and will get you in trouble someday. your mouth literally didn't receive some signals that there are things meant to be kept in mind.

"no, no. don't mind me, your parents will comeback, shoo shoo they are looking for you." you said with your hands shooing.

"i mean i can stay if you want. they will just think i am sleeping and if they catch me going home late they will just think that i went for a jog." he stepped forward.

your eyes lock with mark's and you stay still. he lower his gaze to your lips. your chest feeling some weights. mark was finally leaning forward, hand at the back of your head and pulled you gently towards him. lips parted at first and when you felt his soft lips intertwined with you, you couldn't help but to feel the bliss.

this is what mark can make you feel.

you were sharing a slow kiss at first. mark pulled you closer wanting more. he locked your lips, sucking yours that made you moan and grab his shoulder. he slid his tongue inside you, moving in and out and massaging your tongue. you squeezed your thigh in arousal. the blood rushing inside your body, experiencing heat and excitement.

he slowly pulled away his lips and gripped your hips pulling you towards him. you felt mark's bulge under his pants.

"i need you so badly." mark murmured.

"let's get inside." you pulled him.

once you closed the door when you entered the house, it turned into havoc. you're now against the wall, naked. mark sucking your nipples, his left hand squeezing your other breast and this right rubbing your centerfolds that are still wet from your orgasm before the dinner. your leg is clinging around his waist, hands playing his hair and mouth parted producing breathy moans.

mark capture your lips again. your hand reached for his hardness and rubbed him against his pants. he groaned and tugged at your lips. you met his eyes and you saw his dark side again.

you pulled mark's dick out of his pants and pumped it and your thumb pressing the tip of its head. you felt proud when he moaned louder in your lips.

"fvck y/n, i want you so much. pull my pants down, now." he said in a needy voice. you quickly obliged, you were on your knees and ready to take him through your mouth... which you expect but surprisingly he pulled you up. "i don't need that right now, i want to fuck you up so bad."

he grabbed your legs and put it around his hips. your sexes were touching each other. you couldn't help but to move because just like him, you want him inside. he kicked the small table and it hit your favorite long sofa, connecting it. he put you at your small living room table. he lightly slapped your cheek.

"on your fours." mark commanded. your eyes widen.

"right here?" referring to the coffee table.

"yes." he replied. though you were hesitating you followed him. on your knees and hands on the sofa. he showed you his palm. "spit on it, baby."

of course, you're the submissive here, you spit on it. he used it to lubricate around his dick. he caressed your ass.

"do you want me to continue?" making sure that this is mutual.

"yes, please." you're growing impatient now. he snickered.

mark put his knee on the coffee table and slowly inserted his length on your. both of you groaned because of your tightness.

"baby, you're tight for me." he told you. even though you couldn't see him because he's behind you, his image of being frustrated is hella hot and it made you pussy clench. "ah, shit y/n." he cursed in pleasure.

mark slowly thrusted his hip and gripped your hips with light hands. after a few slow thrusts he leaned forward, he began to fasten the pace and kissed your shoulder and arm wrapped around your waist while rubbing your clit fast and hard. his other hand is on your hip and sometimes smacking your behind leaving a pink print but you're not complaining.

"gawd, mark!" he eyes twitched when you felt his roughness.

"yes, baby?" he grunted. your arms lost its strength causing you to shove your cheek on the sofa, your mouth opened.

"ohhh mark, right there! right there!" your eyes flickered and mouth drooling. your toes curled and ass lifted up more in pleasure.

you screamed on top of your lungs. reached your orgasm. however, mark hasn't reached his release.

he leaned forward to whisper in your ears.

"can you do one more for me, y/n?" he kissed the behind of your ear. you nodded weakly. "good girl."

mark felt your cunt clenched. he smiled. "my y/n want to be called a good girl?" the inner dom appeared

you didn't answer still in your euphoria. he turned your body, your back lying on the sofa. he lifted your back to carry you and switched the position. he's now sitting on the sofa, legs spread on the table. you're sitting his pelvis and chest against his chest while face on the crevice on his neck.

"do you still want to be called a good girl?" he asked but didn't answer. he grabbed your jaws and pushed it away to see your face. "answer me." his voice was deep and full of authority. he squished your cheeks.

"yes." you replied in fear mix with excitement. he removed his hands away from your face and put it on the sides of your face.

"put my dick in." he ordered. you use your remaining strength to lift yourself. you hold the base of his dick and guide it to penetrate you. you sighed and purred as you felt your still sensitive pussy.

"move." he slapped your ass and squeezed it.

mark looking up to you with eager face and stare at your erotic face, moaning as you move. you're gripping his shoulders as your support.

"look at me, love, don't close your eyes." he hissed. with your doe eyes, you stare at him. "fucking beautiful." mark admires every single feature of your pleasured face.

you are bouncing using all your remaining strength but you swear, you have nothing left and it made you burst into tears because of frustration. you want to make him and you to cum but you're losing your strength.

"mark, mmhh i can't anymore." you cried-moan, tears rolling on your cheeks. mark bit his lip at how sexy your fucked up look. you said those words but still trying to move, you don't want to break the momentum.

"tell me what to do, y/n. what does my good girl want?" he wanted to be a little playful to you. you put your forehead against his and locked eyes with him.

"please fuck me mark, hard and rough." you told him. mark didn't expect you to be this bold but gawd he liked it. he pecked your lips.

"got it." he said. he held your waist and once he lifted his pelvis, there's no stopping.

every time he thrust up, mark makes sure that his full length is inside you but never decreases the speed. it sends your senses to another universe, you're chanting mark's name through your drooling mouth, eyes rolling and trying not to break eye contact with mark through your fluttering lashes.

you are bouncing effortlessly because of his powerful thrusts and every time he hits you, your legs twitched and tears coming out from your eyes. you are losing your grip in his shoulder, even the tips of your fingers have no energy, it was as if mark sucked everything.

"mark..." you whimpered.

"why are you crying? do you like it this much?" he whispered between his moans. half of his brain doesn't want you to cry, he hate it but learning that you cry because of pleasure, he badly wants to make you cry more.

"i want to cum." you mewled. he snickered.

"greedy, you already cummed twice today." mark pecked the tip of your nose. why is he soft and rough at the same time? "but for you love, i will give everything you ask."

he became rougher, harder, and faster, mark unleashed the beast he's been hiding. air started to knock out of your lungs and jaw dropped, eyes flickering, and you became a moaning mess.

"i missed you so much, it was a torture every time i see you at school but not able to touch you." mark growled and nails digging in your flesh . "i love you so much, i fucking love you and accept it y/n, because if you don't... i will force you. you can't run from me, do you understand." you saw a glimpse of the spine-chilling face he's wearing.

he settled you in his pelvic, dick still inside you. he stopped thrusting and he earned a whining protest from you for stopping.

"answer me or i will stop this." he warned you.

"yes! yes, please mark don't stop!" you can't think straight, you were having a hard time understanding him but whatever it is you're sure that he's professing his love for you again.

mark moved his hips again. your skins slapping, though you couldn't moan, mark is quite loud. your body started to switch, you want to tell him you're cumming already but you became voiceless.

"i'm cumming, fuck." mark said through his gritting teeth. he pushed your down and deep, he hit your spot. both of you reached your climax. you can feel his fluid fully occupied your hole.

both of you stayed still, your face shoved in his neck. mark showered the side of your face with soft kisses.

"sleepy?" he hummed. you nodded. "you did well, baby."

mark effortlessly carried you and bring you to your bed. he laid on the bed beside you. you rolled to face him.

"i love you." he said, not expecting anything from you because typically you don't reply when he says that.

but because you're full of surprises and once again your mouth didn't cooperate with your brain. you unconsciously whispered words that made mark startle.

"i love you too." and everything became blank.

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[hwangsies]

[10:56 pm]

lee minho x female reader (smut)

warnings: mentions of alcohol, piv, choking, magic wand (vibrator) play, fratboy!minho i guess lmaoo, dom!minho, slight degradation, praise, a little daddy kink (idk it just happend ufbiskhbi), slight dumbification, overstimulation, multiple orgasm

wc: 2.1 k

enjoy <3

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You feel the buzz of the gin tonic you had ten minutes ago slowly make its way to your head.

The loud bass is pounding in your chest as you sway your hips to the music in the crowd that had formed itself in the middle of your boyfriends spacious frat house living room.

Wondering where the hell that boyfriend of yours was, you take out your phone to check if he sent you any messages, your body still moving.

As if on cue, a muscular torso presses itself into your back and a strong thigh wedges between your legs.

You gasped softly and clutch onto your phone.

“there you are” plump lips press against the shell of your ear, the whispers that are escaping them send shivers down your spine as a big grin etches across your face.

“I’ve been looking for you” your boyfriend continues, swiping your hair to one side of your neck, his signature grin detectable in his voice.

“I got here like 10 minutes ago” you lean your head back against his broad shoulder as his hands tighten around your waist.

Your lashes flutter and a shaky moan leaves your lips when his open lips press against your jugular.

“missed you” his wandering lips mumble, your hand reaching up into his brown locks as he grinds his hips into yours from behind.

“fuck- you did, huh?” you giggle shakily when you feel him get hard right above your ass.

Minho sucks the soft skin under your ear in between his lips and you feel his fingers digging into your hips; when you tighten your fist in his hair in response and roll your ass against his crotch he lets out a low growl.

The vibrations against your neck make you giggle and you feel your panties getting damper.

Releasing your skin with a soft pop, he twirls you around and steadies you with a strong grip on your waist.

“fuck” he mumbles before a smug grin tuggs at his lips and he leans down to roughly connect yours with his.

His tongue invades your mouth hurriedly as you cling onto his shoulders and deepen the kiss even more.

He had been away with felix and hyunjin to attend a dance competition on the other side of seoul and you didn’t get to see him for two weeks, until now.

One of his hands find its place underneath your jaw as he pulls you closer to him, you can feel how needy he is for you and it drives you crazy.

His groans are being swallowed by the intense kiss you’re sharing as your one hand moves down to clutch his shirt for dear life and the other one cards through his hair.

The adrenaline that minho triggers inside of you, rushes through your veins as your tongues roll against each others.

Once more, he kisses the corner of your mouth before travelling down your neck, his grip on the back of your neck holding your head angled back.

You moan when he starts sucking a bruise into your skin and lightly grazes his teeth over it, you’re loud enough for him to hear through the blasting music but not for anyone else.

He chuckles lowly at your heightened sensitivity, which comes with the heat of his body against yours, the alcohol and probably the fact of him not touching you in two weeks.

“seems like you missed me more” he quips and nips at the soft skin on the base of your neck.

“shut up, lets go upstairs” you manage to breathe out before his lips are on yours again.

“mm-okay” he grins against your lips, teeth clinking together and breathing heavily before he presses a last peck to your kiss swollen lips.

He grabs your smaller hand in his and leads you through the crowd before walking up the stairs to his bedroom.

Opening the door to his bedroom, he lets you walk in before closing the door behind himself.

“I have a surprise for you” he grins.

“oh no” you chuckle “why am I scared” he rolls his eyes playfully before walking around his bed and patting his sheets, signalling you to sit down.

SO, you sit down and look up at him.

“okay, close your eyes and hold out your hands” he grins when your frown.

“c’mon babyyy”

“ugh alright” you give in, holding out your hands and closing your eyes.

“okay” he mutters before gently placing something heavy and long into your hands.

“open them” minho suddenly says, startling you just a little.

You blink a few times before your eyes fall onto the big massage wand with a just as big bulbous head in your hands.

“wha” your eyes flicker in between it and your boyfriend “is this…?”

He snickers and lowers himself onto his bed as well, leaning into you and kissing your lips.

“I wanna use it on you” he whispers, cocking his brows up when you just stare back at him.

“okay” you blush furiously, never before used something of this size nor seen in real life.

“would you want that?” he asks, gently caressing your waist.

“yea- I just don’t know if I trust this thing” you huff, at which minho places a kiss to your cheek before moving to your ear.

“do you trust me?” he pulls back to look at your face, taking the large toy out of your hand and placing it next to himself.

“of course” you smile before he presses his lips to yours again, making you lay back down as he hovers over you.

He is quick to tug your jeans off your legs once your lift your hips for him, his fingers finding their place rubbing over your thinly clothed core.

Your head drops back onto the sheets as he circles your clit “minho” you moan, grabbing his face to connect your lips again.

“fuck” you moan when he flattens his hand over your core.

“can I use it on you?” he whispers into the skin below your ear.

“yes” you exhale without second thought, your boyfriend grins and reaches back for the wand.

Resting the big round head on your thigh, he flips the switch to the lowest setting.

Already pretty strong vibrations tickling the skin of your inner thigh as he moves the head up and down your skin.

You moan when he gets closer to the apex of your thighs but he moves away again, teasing you.

“please don’t tease” you pout earning yourself a smooch on your lips.

“just because you asked so nicely” he grins, gently lowering the vibrating wand onto your clit.

Your thighs jump at the first contact, head getting thrown back as a startled gasp leaves your lips followed by a drawn out moan.

“oh my g- fuck!” you cry out, grabbing onto your boyfriend who’s by your side, holding your legs apart.

“tell me how it feels babygirl” he sneers.

“so good oh fuck!” your eyes scrunch together when you quickly feel your high approaching, the vibrations hitting every sensitive spot you can think of.

“m’ gonna cum” you whine, clawing at his shirt.

“already?” he chuckles at which you nod desperately, locking eyes with him.

“cum, baby, let go” he groans when he sees your eyes roll back and your toes curl in pleasure.

You cry out when your orgasm hits you, shockwaves rushing through your body as minho gently rubs the wand up and down your core.

You flinch when the vibrations hit your clit again “ahh-shit” you groan.

“I know you can cum again, doll” he mumbles, gently circling the big wand now.

“fuck” you cry out “fuck fuck”

“that’s it, good girl” he kisses your temple when your thighs start shaking.

“yes-yes” you chant feeling your next high bubble up in the pit of your stomach.

“cum for me baby” he mutters, too caught up in how ethereal you look.

Head thrown back, sweat clinging to your neck, thighs shaking and your pretty lips with the pretty sounds they make.

The knot in your abdomen snaps and you cum again, trembling with the power your of high.

“you did so good babydoll” he kisses you after turning off the wand and lying it to the side.

You connect your lips and kiss him hard, his hand soothingly rubbing over your lower stomach.

“you gonna fuck me now?” you look up at him with doe eyes and he feels his cock twitch in his jeans.

“of course baby” he grins “be good and take off everything yea?” he eyes you pulling your shirt over your head before unclasping your bra as he stands up from his bed, ridding himself of his clothes as well.

“how do you want me?” you ask when he crawls above you again, palming one of your breasts.

“hmm” he thinks out loud, lowering his mouth onto your nipple, gently suckling it when you thread your fingers through his hair lovingly.

“on all fours baby” he mumbles when locking eyes, he doesn’t miss the excitement in your gaze, grinning “sound good?”

You nod “yes”

He moves so you have enough room to turn around, resting on your forearms and knees and sticking out your ass.

“so perfect” he mumbles, smoothing his hands down your back and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“please” you wiggle your butt “please fuck me daddy” you whine, knowing full well what that name does to your boyfriend.

“fuck” is all you hear before you feel a smack land on your right butt cheek and his thick tip sliding through your soaked folds before pushing inside slowly.

Once he’s sure you’ve adjusted, his pace his ruthless.

His dancer hips not missing one beat as he snaps them against yours, leaning forward to press your whole torso against the mattress and holding your neck from behind.

Your cries are muffled but he feels how tightly you clench around him when he passes that one spot inside of you.

“you like it when daddy fucks you like this, yea?” he grits through his teeth, you can barely hear him over the sound of his balls smacking against your clit and your ass against his hips, not to mention your own heartbeat and moans.

Suddenly all friction stops and he bottoms out fully, leaving you clenching around nothing as a disgruntled whine leaves your lips.

Before you can look behind yourself, you get flipped onto your back.

The sight of your boyfriend almost knocks the air out of your lungs; his jaw is clenched, hair damp and sticking to his forehead, his chest and abs are glistening with sweat.

“cant even answer my question, hm?” he grunts, resting on his shins and lifting your hips before pushing inside of you again.

“no” you pout, hands scratching at his neck.

“no?” he huffs as he picks up his pace again “to drunk off my cock baby? is that it?”

Your eyes roll back when he spreads your legs and thrusts into your further “fuck” you whimper.

“huh?” he repeats, grabbing onto your jaw and making you open your eyes and hold his gaze.

“yes, yes” you cry out “love your cock”

Minho releases your jaw in favour for the abandoned wand next to him, flipping the switch again and pressing it to your clit.

He hisses at how tight you get all over sudden.

“fuck!” you yell at the intensity, pulling at the sheets.

“fuck, you’re so pretty when you’re cockhungry like this babygirl” he rambles.

“I love you “ you moan “love your cock- love you” you arch your neck when his other hand wraps around your neck.

“I love you baby” he groans, trying to hold off his own high but the way your walls suck him in and hold him hostage is almost too much.

“love how you get when I fuck you dumb” you lock eyes at his words, a cry tearing from your throat when he presses the wand harder against your clit and squeezes your neck.

“love it when you fuck- ah- fuck me dumb” you breathe, teetering on the edge of no return once again.

“yea?” minhos jaw cleches and his rhythm falters slighty, hinting that he’s close himself “you like being daddys dumb little baby girl?”

“yes- oh fuck yes” his words send you tumbling over the edge, you dig your nails into his forearm as you shake and cry out for him.

White pleasure blooms behind your lids when you feel minho twitch inside of you and release with a shudder and a drawn out moan.

He flops down next to you, switching off the wand before gently dropping it onto the ground.

“you good, love?” he looks over at you, flushed cheeks and a blissful smile on your lips.

“so good” your limbs still tingle when you turn to him.

“lets take a shower yea?” he kisses your browbone.

“alright” you sigh “in two minutes okay?” you suggest, snuggling into his chest and feeling your eyes droop, his warmth lulling you to sleep.

“yea” he holds you, his eyes closing as well “two minutes”

-

a/n: its 3 am so i just know there are tons of grammatical errors and typos in there but hey here u go, ty for being so patient with me lol i hope you like this.

i was inspired by owen gray ngl (if you dont know who that is, go on inkognito mode and google him...thank me later skijisbejshdudbdobzf)

[joanquill]

He's A Tramp

You've known your lover's looooong history of partners, what you didn't know was one of them was a renowned singer.

Sebastian Moran

Tag/s: Songfic? Warning/s: Profanity, Mentions of Sex Song: He's A Tramp by Peggy Lee

“(F/N)! Slow down!” you shouted, trying to match your friend’s pace as they pulled on your arm.

“(Y/N), you don’t understand! That’s Margaret Lee! The Margaret "Peggy” Lee! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!“ they urged, pulling you along to the bar where they spotted the singer by the window.

"I-I get it! But slow down! I’m gonna land face-first on the ground if you keep pulling me,” you let out a yelp and accidentally tripped on a rock, making (F/N) pull you back to your feet.

“Don’t worry, I got you!” they grinned as you continued to run towards the bar, almost bumping into a couple of people.

When you arrived, the place was bustling with people as a large crowd surrounded the famous performer.

(F/N) exhaled sharply but kept strong.

They looked around their bag and took out a small notebook and pen.

“You can wait here. I’ll go ask for Peggy Lee’s autograph,” they reassured as they went through the crowd, pushing and pulling their way, but it didn’t seem to work.

You let out a sigh as you held them from their shoulders, surprising them.

“I’ll be your shield as we make our way,” you muttered as you pulled them closer to you, powering your way through the crowd.

With one last push, you fell onto the floor in front of the crowd.

“I owe you one, (Y/N)…” they sighed, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Damn right you owe me…” you breathily chuckled, brushing off your knees as you stood up.

“Are you two okay?” a suave female voice asked, making (F/N) freeze and look up.

Peggy Lee looked at you both with worry as she reached out a hand to (F/N), who seemed to have their brain go haywire from the scene.

“I-I-I’m fine…!” (F/N) quickly stood up, stumbling a little as you held them for support.

“It’s nice to see–I can’t believe I get to–I mean, I’m just a–I’m a huge fan!” (F/N) finished their sentence, making Peggy laugh lightly.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Peggy smiled politely, making (F/N) buckle on their knees.

You let out a sigh and an amused smile as you grabbed (F/N)’s arms, pulling them up so Peggy would see the notebook and pen.

She smiled at you with a nod, grabbing the notebook and pen to sign.

“And who is this for?”

“(F/N) (F/L),” you answered, looking over to the paper to make sure it was spelled correctly while (F/N) was still frozen in time.

“(F/N)… (F/L)…” she mumbled, ending the autograph with a small heart and giving it back to (F/N), who seemed to have forgotten how to speak.

“How about singing your new song before you leave?” a waitress suggested, showing the small stage at the end of the bar.

“New song?” you questioned, making them look at you as Peggy Lee bashfully chuckled.

“Well…” her voice got higher as she scratched the back of her head, “It’s more of a song I wrote years ago. It’s still a work in progress, though,” she warned, but the crowd urged her to continue.

“What’s it about?” (F/N) asked, getting their voice back.

“Well… It’s about a man I met–This was years ago, again, back when I was still working here as a waitress.” she started, catching everyone’s attention.

“He and I–Well… spent the night together,” she explained, making a couple of people choke or spit their drink.

“It was a one-time thing,” she clarified with an urgent voice, making the waitresses laugh, “And I found out the next morning that I wasn’t the only one,” she shrugged, making the crowd look at each other.

“You mean-”

“-Yes,”

“Oh…” the crowd murmured, catching her drift.

“Who else-” the other waitresses raised their hands, making us go quiet.

“Oh- and, a couple more at the other bars,” one of them pointed by the window.

“Who was he?” one of the people in the crowd ask, making Peggy Lee raise a brow with a smile.

“I’m not gonna say his name,” she answered in a matter-of-fact tone, making the crowd laugh.

“I will say that his hair was really spiky with bangs… Remind me of a rooster, to be honest,” she joked, motioning her hands around her head.

You and (F/N) quickly looked at each other, him appearing in your heads.

“You don’t think-”

“-It’s a possibility,”

“And you’re not-”

“-I’m not surprised, to be honest.” you chuckled at your friend reassuringly, already knowing your lover’s past love life.

“So, how about it?” a waitress smiled, leading Peggy to the stage.

Peggy let out a sigh with a smile, walking up to the stage.

“I don’t see why not…” she winked, making the crowd cheer as you led (F/N) to an open table and sat them down, making sure they won’t topple over.

“He’s a tramp, but they love him,”

Peggy winked over to the other waitresses who cheered and whistled.

“Breaks a new heart every day… He’s a tramp… They adore him! And I only hope he’ll stay that way…”

She smirked, walking around the stage as everyone watched her.

“He’s a tramp, he’s a scoundrel… He’s a rounder… He’s a cad! He’s a tramp, but I love him,”

She exaggerated sarcastically, making you laugh.

“Yes, even I have got it pretty bad…”

She bashfully smiled, walking around the floor as the men’s cheer became louder.

“You can never tell when he’ll show up… He gives you plenty of trouble. I guess he’s just a no-count pup… But I wish that he were double,”

She continued her song, joking around with a customer here and there, even walked up to your table and almost made (F/N) faint.

“He’s a tramp. He’s a rover. And there’s nothing more to say, If he’s a tramp, he’s a good one! And I wish that I could travel his way… Wish that I could travel his way… Wish that I could travel his way…”

She ended, walking back to center stage and doing a bow, earning applause from everyone.

Your eyes wandered around the bar and saw that it was really late.

“Oh, shoot!” you shouted, standing up from your seat.

“I need to go.” you hurriedly fixed your bag, “It was nice meeting you all!” you waved goodbye as you pulled (F/N) out of the bar.

You let out a sigh of relief as you walked back inside the mansion, letting out a shriek as you felt a pair of arms wrap around you.

“You’re home late…” a deep voice grumbled, pouting.

You rolled your eyes as you turned around, holding Sebastian’s face in your palms.

“Aw… You missed me that much, Seb?” you teased, making the man click his tongue and let you go.

“Just tell me next time when you’re going out with (F/N) so late,” he grumbled, making you chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah… Sorry, but you’ll never guess who we met,” you grinned, making the colonel raise an eyebrow.

[timextoxhajima]

Love Me A Little Less: Chapter 10 - Pudding & Champagne

LOVE ME A LITTLE LESS CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Member: (3rd person pov) arranged marriage au with Lee Juyeon

Genre: angsty wangsty

Taglist: @hyunjaethereal @sunwoowuvbot​ @suzy-rainbow @miingxuxi​​​​

“What would it have been like, had she been the one in Kim Jang Won’s shoes instead?”

“What was that about?” Jang Won’s look of disapproval is the strongest on her face now than he has ever seen on her. “The Hell’s wrong with you? Have you not been to a check-up before? Were you mad you couldn’t go in with me? What?”

“We... can get you to another hospital for your check-ups, how’s that? I can recommend you my family doctor and he’s one of the best in the city-”

“What? Is that what it is? You’re upset because I’m not seeing ‘one of the best doctors’ in the city?”

Juyeon refuses to respond, her wrist in his grip as she’s trying to wriggle her way out. “Juyeon!”

“Please, just shut up, and trust me, will you?”

“Trust you? You don’t even want to tell me what the Hell’s going on!” 

Upon reaching the car, Juyeon finally releases her, leaving a bright peach-pink mark on her wrists where he held her too tightly. He pulls open the passenger’s door, but she violently slams it back shut, palm reaching out and pressing into the line where the top of the door connects to the roof of the car.

“We’re not going anywhere until you tell me what that was.”

“Jesus Christ, will you just trust me for this once? This has nothing to do with HERA & ARTEMIS or your family! This is for your own health and I... I have my own reasons, okay?” Juyeon huffs, running his hands through his hair and ruining the efforts of Younghoon’s hairstylist from the morning. “Not everything is about money, or your reputation, or The Board, okay? I just have a bad feeling about... this.”

Jang Won reels backwards, frown deepening and her lips pursed into a tight, thin, suspicious line. 

He inhales a sharp breath, turning around on his feet and paces up and down in the next lot. He sucks in his lips between his teeth with his hands on the back of his neck. Silently; harshly, begging his intelligence to cook up some stupid, believable reason before she drives a knife into his back for being unreasonable. 

“Okay,” Whirling around, he lifts a single finger and approaches her slowly. “So don’t change hospitals. But every time you go for your check-up, you tell me. If she prescribes you medication, I see it, okay?”

Her pupils are shaking, now that he’s closer and he’s got his palms on her shoulders. Her lips part, wishing to hurl a string of vulgarities at him for even thinking he can dictate her life.

But then he opens his arms and wraps them around her, her frown fading and shock replacing her anger instead. His breath is heavy into the hair that fell onto her back, and she can feel his chest rising against her shoulders.

“What the- Juyeon...”

“Please, just promise me this one thing,” The layer of wetness coat his eyes, and he keeps his mouth open to regulate his breathing. “Please.”

There’s a growing, uneasy nausea in her stomach when she struggles to process his words. It’s in her instincts to pull away, probably send a palm into one of his cheeks for thinking that he has the autonomy and power to decide what she gets to do and what she doesn’t, but she can’t. Almost ashamed, she finds herself buying his plea. 

Is this what genuine care and concern sounds like?

He pulls away, the heat of the carpark air rushing between their bodies. He’s searching her face for any sign of relent, any sign of resignation, and she finds desperation in his. The questions in her head can’t even begin to formulate, because there’s absolutely no reason for Juyeon to be so bothered by her health, and yet he’s got no agenda to be suspicious about. 

He’d be the richer, more powerful one of the two in just about a month’s time.

“Jang Won.”

“Okay!” Shutting her eyes and raising her hands, she trembles as she agrees. “Okay. I’ll bring you along whenever I come for a check-up.”

Relief washes over him, and she can see his lungs deflate, like he was holding his breath waiting for her response. She looks away, unable to maintain any form of eye contact with him after experiencing what seems to be like cared for. It’s disgustingly alien, and it kind of wants to make her cry too. 

It’s like finding your favourite toy stashed away in some obscure cabinet after 20 years. 

Juyeon rests his palms on her shoulders again, then gradually pulls her in once more, this time gentler; less aggressive. A protest rises in her throat, but is interrupted by the form of his palm stroking the hair on the back of her head. 

Yoo Hye In is twirling the stray bit of fringe hanging from her face, Jang Won’s folder in her left hand, stuck between her torso and her right elbow. It was a pity she had missed most of the conversation between her patient and her husband, but nonetheless, the sight of them intrigues her. 

What would it have been like, had she been the one in Kim Jang Won’s shoes instead?

The Porsche starts up with a melancholic atmosphere - not a single word exchanged between the two when they part and he opens the door for her. Already, she can tell that Juyeon is harboring a parasite, one that he will grow to hate and despise. His heart is opening up to her, a piece of stone-cold, less-than-human brat who has no clue how lucky she was to be born into the family that shouldn’t even have existed. The warmth for Kim Jang Won was beginning to brew in the depths of Juyeon’s gut, against his wishes, against his needs, against his wants.

He must have a world of problems to worry about, and now, to throw Kim Jang Won into the floor plan?

Yoo Hye In fails to contain the slight smirk that arises on her lips when the car drives off with Juyeon at the wheel. Pushing herself off the wall of the lift lobby, she turns, heading back into the lift. 

Younghoon was busy sieving through the racks and racks and racks of clothes in the second master bedroom when he hears his little sister’s heels clack and echo along the corridor. 

“Ms Kim, your brother is here.”

“Huh?”

“Surprise!” Younghoon sticks his head out of the second master, eyeing the couple entering the hallway and the butler chasing after them from the stairs. 

“What are you doing with my honeymoon closet?” She hurriedly steps over, heels clacking noisily as she rushes to greet him with a slap on his arm. 

“Tea will be ready in 15, Mr Lee,” Mr Ro bows from the stairs, not bothering to make it to the second floor. Juyeon nods, turning to listen to the muffled bickering emitting from the second master.

“This is alot of clothes for a cool climate. It’s not gonna snow, is it?” Younghoon dumps himself in one of the sofa seats by the coffee table, bringing his feet up to the edge of the bed where some leather patches were displaying scarfs and other garments. Jang Won reaches over and slaps his feet off, pressing down into the scarfs to neaten them. 

“No, it’s not. But you know me, I’m extra and greedy and I have no clue what’s appropriate, so.”

Juyeon enters the room, eyes glossing over the almost 20 racks of clothes, and easily half of them were clothes for him, from HERA & ARTEMIS (and probably like, Dior, and Chanel, or LV, or Gucci, or HERMES). He bows and greets Younghoon, who waves it off nonchalantly as he stands.

“I heard you stayed over,” Raising an arm and casually resting it over Juyeon’s shoulders, Younghoon cheekily side-eyes him. 

“It was an impromptu situation,” Juyeon’s eyes slightly widen with caution.

“Yeah, he ran away from home. Lovely, right?” Jang Won chortles, moving over to one of the racks and skimming through the dresses. 

Younghoon chuckles in disbelief, brows high up on his forehead as he turns to Juyeon, holding him by his shoulder. 

“What?” His glossy eyes flicker. “I’m technically her husband now, which means I could technically live here too.”

“You wish,” Jang Won removes some clothes from the rack and into an empty one.

“Anyway, I managed to get a PI to dig out more information on Mr Nam’s body swap.”

“Body swap?” Juyeon’s eyes light up with caution disguised in curiosity. “You mean... the one that replaced your father?”

“The one and only,” Jang Won sings with a matter-of-fact tone. 

“They actually didn’t figure out much, which is weird, but we did get information on where he used to go for health check ups. Turns out, he went to the same hospital as you do.”

“Aren’t the hospital fees expensive? Did Artemis Ent. provide coverage costs?”

“We don’t cover the entire bill but there is a discount or some kind of partial coverage.”

“Did we get a doctor’s name or something?”

“Multiple, actually,” Younghoon scratches the line where his hairline meets his forehead. “He kept changing doctors because his diagnosis kept changing.”

“This is alot of information at once. Can’t you get it in a folder and have it mailed to me or something? My honeymoon is soon and I’d like the time to myself and not worry about a dead man.”

“Sure, it’s not like I was gonna recite every piece of information to you now,” Younghoon turns and heads for the door. “Tea’s ready, by the way.”

And then, for some strange reason, Younghoon runs.

“Oh! No!” Jang Won’s sudden change in mannerism stuns Juyeon. She flings the clothes back onto her bed and dashes after Younghoon right after he leaves the room. “No! You’re gonna finish the pudding on your own!”

The footsteps slam down into the marble floor when Younghoon starts running down the steps as well. She yells, and her heels click-clack to an abrupt stop for her to remove her shoes. 

“You’re going on your honeymoon, you should give me the pudding!”

With one sharp burst of a sprint, Jang Won manages to catch up to Younghoon, pulling his neck into a headlock and struggling to yank the end of his blazer over his head. 

“Agh!” He shouts, almost losing his balance as he stumbles backwards. “That’s cheating!”

Jang Won giggles, the marble cold against her feet as she pushes past him and runs backwards into the dining hall. Panting, she turns on her heels, hair slightly tousled but the scent of butter pudding wafting in the air was enough to make an appetite.

However, her appetite hits the streets once she sees that the table was one seat occupied. Her breaths immediately become shallow as Younghoon pats himself down, reaching the table and sitting down even before she does. 

“What-”

“Ms Kim,” Mr Ro interrupts, pushing the kitchen door open for the kitchen staff to bring out one more tray of cream puffs. “A guest must also eat.”

“But-”

“Do you want him to die in your house? And then compromise... everything?”

Jang Won puffs her cheeks and frowns. Glaring at Mr Ro, she pulls out the nearest seat, far, far away from her father, and dumps her butt in the chair. 

Watching Jang Won sit down in her seat like a child after acting like one with her brother draws a susceptible smile on Juyeon’s face as he makes his way into the dining hall. 

She picks up the fork as Juyeon bows subtly to Kim Jo-Pil, taking a seat next to her. 

“‘A guest must also eat’,” She whines under her breath. Juyeon’s gaze darts to her when he can hear her mockery. “‘Do you want him to die in your house?’”

“You know I can hear you, right?” Younghoon calls from across the table, hands occupied with spreading jam across his toast. 

“Does it look like I was talking to you?” Jang Won sticks her tongue out at him, and he does the same.

“Children,” Juyeon criticises under his breath, smirk prancing on his lips. In his peripheral vision, he spots a smile emerging on Kim Jo-Pil’s face. It’s the kind of smile that only a father would have, when he’s at the dining table watching his two children argue with one another.

Kim Jo-Pil can’t decide if he was grateful or resentful for the fact that he was alive again. Fate has a strange way of forcing people into thinking the worst or the best out of situations that you weren’t meant to be in, and right now, Kim Jo-Pil knows for a fact that he shouldn’t be sitting here. 

He should’ve been lying in a coffin, 6 feet under, rotting. He had been given a second shot at life, and by the last person he’d expected to birth him one. 

But if Yoo Hye In had Se Kyung’s eyes, Jang Won had the rest of her. 

On the balcony outside Jang Won’s massive bedroom, Juyeon finds himself fiddling with a glass of champagne that Mr Ro had offered him in secret. Jang Won’s favourite champagne, tens of thousands of dollars per bottle.

In the distance and past the metal bars, he can make out the lights in the city against the navy-blue nightsky. All the tall skyscrapers and amongst one of them was the building his family owned, where he should’ve been today and all the days prior. Maybe even next week. But he’d be halfway across the globe in about 5 days, spending time with his wife, not by choice, but by force - and yet he’s gone all soft for her. It’s strange, how his expectations have changed drastically throughout this ordeal. For some moments in this silence he has to himself, he worries if this is sympathy he feels for her.

Then again, sympathy is better than if it were anything more serious. 

Like love.

The door being pulled open from behind him drags him out of his drowning thoughts. The secrets piled up in his memory chucks itself away in fear upon the sight of Jang Won’s head sticking out through the gap between the doors.

“I’ve been told a bottle of my favourite champagne has been opened.”

Juyeon turns back to the glass sitting on the floor and picks it up. “I was given this glass, in case you were wondering if I went into your wine cellar. Want the rest?”

With a childish grin on her face, Jang Won pulls out the entire bottle and an empty from behind her back. Juyeon raises both brows in delightful surprise, chuckling under his breath. 

“I was gonna offer it to you anyway, so it doesn’t matter that Mr Ro’s given you a glass himself,” She slots the rest of her body through the gaps and shuts it behind her. Sinking into the sofa seat (Juyeon had known it was hers and decided to make himself comfortable on the floor instead), she places the bottle on the stand and yanks the cork off. 

“You were gonna offer me your favourite champagne?” He raises a skeptic brow. “After you called me a coward yesterday? After our wedding?”

“That was yesterday?” Jang Won tilts the bottle over her glass. “Feels like last week.”

He snorts at her attempt to change the focus of the conversation. “It does.”

“I just... thought that since the wedding was all for show and none of it was real...” She places the bottle back down and swirls the champagne. “At least this was by choice.”

“What, hanging out on your balcony and drinking champagne?”

Jang Won snickers and pulls her legs onto the seat, taking a sip of her share. 

“Are you really okay with giving me 50% of HERA & ARTEMIS though?” 

“I don’t have a choice, do I? I’m not gonna give my father all 100% of it.”

Juyeon turns away and stares at the bit of champagne left in his glass. “What’s your plan after that? After your father and I get half each and your brother for Artemis Ent.”

“I’ll worry about that then,” She gulps down the rest of her champagne, then reaches over to grab the bottle. “Right now, I just can’t wait to get out of here.”

Juyeon’s finishes the rest of his champagne then looks up to see her gulping straight from the bottle. 

“Do you have a death wish?” He stands and places his glass next to hers. She doesn’t stop. Wrapping his fingers around the cool glass, he gently pulls it away from her lips and tears it out of her grip. Judging by the weight of the bottle, she’s downed half of it in one shot. 

He sucks in a deep breath, turning and leaving the bottle in the corner of the balcony where it’s out of her reach. 

“Do you think your parents love you?”

The question turns his attention back to her. 

“Why do you ask that?” His voice is quiet and low as he sits himself between her and the bottle. “You know I would say no but I can’t say that in front of you.”

“Do you think they did what they did solely for the family’s name?”

“Their defence would be that I get to live with the benefits. So-”

“I’m not talking about them, I’m asking about what you think.”

Juyeon pauses to think, but Jang Won speaks first anyway.

“I think they do, you know. That they do love you. They just... grew up in an environment where they’re just doing what their parents did for them. They turned out fine, so I think they just assume you’ll turn out fine as well.”

“‘Fine’ now is different from being ‘fine’ in the 1960s and 70s,” Juyeon leans his head against the metal bars keeping him safe within the balcony. 

Jang Won’s head was resting against the backseat of the sofa chair, hair dribbled all over the woven wooden strips and her eyes reflecting the dim, amber balcony lights from above. She’s tired, and definitely feeling like the entire world is against her. 

If she squinted hard enough, she could barely make out the huge H&A signs stuck to the side of shopping malls all around the city. By now, she can feel her cheeks heat up from the alcohol ingested in such a short amount of time, but luckily for her, the amber lights are helping the pink in her cheeks camouflage into her skin. 

She turns to find Juyeon staring at the bottle’s label, like he were memorizing the details of it.

“I’ll get you a new bottle,” Juyeon holds the neck and grunts as he stands, hands reaching for the cork on the stand. “Also, your cheeks are pink. I think that’s good enough reason to get you to sleep.”

Juyeon reaches for the door grip to slide it open, pulling it open just a few inches. 

“I miss my mom.”

He stops. 

“Tomorrow’s her death anniversary,” She whispers under her breath. “It’s been five long years without her.”

They lock eyes, but Jang Won turns away first. 

“Hera’s Manor was meant for the both of us. The blueprint of the house... every room and every statue purchased and made the way we wanted it to be made. But before the house could be moved into, she leaves me. All alone.”

Jang Won’s eyes flit to Juyeon, and he can’t look at her in the eye. He’s not used to her opening up like this, but it’s all thanks to the champagne anyway. Never in a million years would she bother to do this if she wasn’t tipsy. 

“I mean... Does she know I’m here now? In this very spot, wondering what had gone wrong?”

Juyeon lowers his head and seals his eyes shut. The guilt stirs within him.

“I wish I could tell her that I’m okay, at least. She always worried about me more than Younghoon, for some strange reason, because I was a girl in the administration of The Board,” Her voice cracks and Juyeon’s eyes are open now. “And yet, I’m the one taking care of him now.”

She gulps loudly, trying her best to swallow the ball of sobs stuck in her throat. Shaking her head and prying out a painful smile, she finally snaps when she looks down into her lap where her hands are.

Gritting her teeth, and pursing her lips, it’s a meagre attempt at trying to stop the hiccups that are already in the back of her mouth. The tears begin to collect in her palms and kiss the material of her pajama pants, the warmth seeping through the cotton and sticking it to her thighs. 

The shuffling rustles through her left ear, followed by a soft thud of the glass decanter, and then she feels a warmth hold her hands. Cold tears bleed through the lines of their palms when she opens her eyes, just barely, to meet Juyeon’s. 

He’s got a painful, pitiful look in his eyes that she would punch him in the face for, but even she can’t disagree that she was being a sad mope right now. 

“Your mother knows,” He nods, reaching up to her forehead and pushing a strand of hair out of her tear streaks. “I promise you.”

Her facial muscles crush towards the middle when the sobs finally break past her discipline, and she crumbles her face into her hands. The sorrow in Juyeon carefully motivates her off the seat, and he shuffles to get his back against the metal bars of the balcony, and her in his arms between his legs. 

His nose sours and his vision starts to blur when he can feel her torso shiver and jerk with every sob he hears. The side of her head nestles into his left shoulder, hands tightly clenched together against her stomach with his elbow resting on her bent knees. 

He parts his lips to inhale, but he looks down to watch the tears drip off her chin. 

“Are you going to meet Younghoon to see your mother tomorrow?” He whispers, gently pushing her hair out of her tears. 

She sniffles, wiping away the mucus on her philtrum. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” He nods, keeping her head on his shoulder. “I’ll go with you.”

“Okay.”

[badlucksav]

I Don’t Bite, But I Heard You Might (so let me feed your appetite) Chapter 3

I’m the captain of the YuTen ship now, so I give you this offering.

Lu Ten and Yue are fairly certain that Zuko and Katara are smitten. They’re not wrong.

“Hm, what do you think of that?” Lu Ten remarked to Yue as they watched Zuko twirl Katara on the dance floor.

His new wife peered at him from the corner of her eye, a knowing smirk curving her painted lips.

“I think it’s going exactly how you wanted it to,” she replied.

Lu Ten buried his chuckle in his fire whiskey. Yue knew him too well. He had definitely been hoping his cousin would hit it off with Katara, and based on how the two of them looked on the dance floor, he had been correct.

“You have to agree that they do look nice together,” Lu Ten said.

“Oh, they most definitely do,” she agreed. “I can feel their chemistry from here.” Yue looked up at him, her smirk still fixed on her face. “You are just as much of an incorrigible matchmaker as your father, aren’t you?”

Lu Ten shrugged as he let out a sigh, a grin pulling at his mouth. “Well, I do try. Though I don’t think I can do as well as my father.”

“Well, he did get us together,” Yue remarked as she nudged him with her elbow. “Do you think we should set him loose on Prince Zuko and Master Katara?”

Lu Ten turned his gaze back to his cousin and the waterbender. They were dancing close together, and he’d watched Zuko’s hand dip lower down her back until it rested on her waist. Even from the distance, he could see the grins splitting both of their faces. They were done for.

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Lu Ten replied. “It seems that they’re both utterly smitten by each other already.”

“Mm, I agree,” Yue said as she observed them for a moment. “Which I must say, I favor them as a couple. Their personalities are complementary.”

“What a powerful duo they would make,” he agreed. “And it would certainly strengthen relations with the Southern Water Tribe. Father would be pleased.”

“I think it might even satisfy Prince Ozai,” Yue murmured thoughtfully. “She’s a talented bender, smart, and beautiful.”

“She might even get Zuko to quit brooding so much,” Lu Ten remarked, half-joking. He huffed out a breath and rolled his eyes. “He’s been so gloomy since he and Mai split.”

“Oh, I know, poor thing,” Yue tutted. She arched a snowy brow. “Although he doesn’t seem to be thinking about Mai tonight, does he?”

Lu Ten grinned as he watched his cousin laugh at something Katara said. “No, he does not.”

Yue drank the rest of her wine before she set the goblet down. “Shall we dance, my prince? If we get close enough, we might be able to see your cousin’s attempts at flirting in action. It could make for fun entertainment.”

Lu Ten tipped the final drops of his whiskey down his throat and set the tumbler down before he offered his wife his arm. “Let’s.”

Yue put her hand on the crook of his elbow. The two of them descended upon the dance floor as the music picked up. She and Lu Ten began to dance at a fast pace, keeping up with the band’s tempo as they circled closer to Katara and Zuko, who were only half-heartedly attempting to keep up with the music.

“They’re in their own little world,” Yue remarked with a laugh.

“It’s adorable, isn’t it?” Lu Ten agreed with a chuckle.

“Quite.”

They were finally closing in on Zuko and Katara. Neither of them had noticed Yue and Lu Ten yet.

Lu Ten snorted out a quiet laugh, but he was happy that his cousin was enjoying himself. His parents and Mai’s parents had groomed them to be together since childhood, although the two had nothing in common. So when Zuko reached courting age, it was expected for him to court Mai.

Neither had been very invested in the relationship, but Lu Ten knew his cousin better than anyone else, and he could see the way that Zuko had begun to grow feelings for her. He’d taken the breakup hard when Mai had decided that the life of a noblewoman wasn’t for her, and ran off with her best friend Ty Lee to explore the world. It was nice to see him smiling and laughing again.

“Hello, cousin,” Lu Ten called. “Lovely evening, isn’t it?”

Zuko and Katara looked up in surprise as Lu Ten and Yue drew closer to them. They took a step back from each other, and Zuko slid his hand up to its appropriate place on her back.

“Of course it is,” Zuko replied, clearly flustered. “It’s your wedding night.”

“Hm, yeah, it is,” Lu Ten said as he cracked a grin. “Are the two of you enjoying yourselves?”

“Quite,” Katara replied with a smile. “Your cousin is an excellent dancer.”

“Master Katara is not quite as skilled, but she’s witty,” Zuko quipped. “I might leave this dance floor with bruised toes, but that’s quite alright.”

Yue and Lu Ten exchanged a knowing look. They were getting along perfectly.

“I’m glad the two of you are having a good time,” Lu Ten said. His grin widened. “It must have been an act of providence on your part to get Prince Zuko on the dance floor though, Master Katara. He loathes it.”

Katara laughed. “It was actually a royal decree from your father, Prince Lu Ten.” She glanced at Zuko. “Although I don’t know why he hates dancing. He’s very good at it.”

Lu Ten snorted out a laugh, wondering if he should tell her that Lady Ursa had put him in dance lessons as soon as he could walk, earlier than was required by their deportment instructors. But he decided against it.

“Try not to boost his ego too much, dear,” Yue said teasingly. “Or else it’ll soon be as big as his cousins.”

Lu Ten put on an expression of mock-affront. “Oh, how you wound me with your words, my darling.”

Yue kissed his cheek. “You know it’s true, my prince.”

“You two are so in love, it’s nauseating,” Zuko told them.

Lu Ten laughed. “Be careful, Prince Zuko. One day—perhaps soon—you will be, too.”

[sinisterlyhan]

01. lee felix / 2834 words

some fluff here and there, soft sex, unprotected sex, established relationship, female reader, kind of dom!felix

a/n: alright, i have one more minho drabble to write and i think my brain will be fried for the remaining times. 

felix was sulking when he walked into your shared apartment. you could see from the arch of his lips and how his eyes were dimmer than usual that he was upset, and the way he kicked his shoes off and had to fumble with the doorknob to lock the door told you he was not in his mind as well.

setting your laptop aside, your brows raised when he didn't greet you the way he always would when he gets home from classes and work, instead he sighed and headed straight inside for your shared bedroom, one that still needed heavy renovating ever since you two got together and impulsively decided to turn his bedroom into a storage room instead.

you got off the couch and headed inside as well, wanting nothing more than to ask if felix was doing okay. he rarely sulks like this, he had always been such a bright and cheerful person that seeing him so quiet all of a sudden made you feel uneasy.

the door to your room was opened and you pushed it open carefully before poking your head inside. you saw that his school bag was discarded at the corner of your messy desk and, and felix was standing by the bed, looking down at the blanket with a stoic gaze.

he jumped a little when he felt your arms wrapping around him from behind, one over and the other under his shoulders, your hands meeting each other in front of his chest. you leaned your chin on his shoulder, rocking him from side to side before you helped him relax by planting a muffled kiss to the nape of his neck.

"hello, love," he finally mumbled, turning slightly to the side before opting to lean his head against yours instead. he was smiling now, appreciating the surprise back hug that lingered as a form of silent support.

"hey," you greeted back, your voice soft. tilting your head to the side of look at him better, sympathy flooded into your eyes at his exhausted features before you asked, your pinky finger reaching up to brush at his blond bangs. "rough day today, huh?"

felix hummed sadly, his voice low but childish upon being asked to vent about his day. he has been waiting for all the pent-up negativity to explode from inside, and he was only ever comfortable with venting in front of you since he knew you wouldn't look at him any differently from it.

"remember the semester project i told you about? no one has done anything so i'm going to have to do half the work, and it's due this weekend so i need to rush it," he said. "and even though i want to tell our professor about it, i know i wouldn't at the end because i don't want my group mates to not get at least some credit."

you listened to him vent about his day. all the people who frustrated him along the way, an occasional slip-in of a funny incident with his friends, and then more terrible people he didn't know how to be mean to. listening to felix talk had always been a joy due to how nice his voice was, but now that you have fallen so madly in love with him, hearing about his day just became part of daily activity you could never miss.

"aww, i'm sorry your day went like this," you said as you pulled away to turn him around. felix was pouting down at you, his hands moving down to your waist to pull you closer to him. you laughed, knowing what he was asking for, and you quickly cupped his cheeks to plant a kiss on his lips.

he immediately smiled. he could never get tired of kissing you—it was like you applied some type of addictive candy to your lips, they were always so sweet and he could never get enough of them.

"i'm feeling much better now," he mused, his eyes sparkling at you with their tender lights.

you rolled your eyes, feigning a dramatic shiver as you squeezed his cheek. "cheesy," you mumbled before leaning in to kiss him again. "just the way i like it."

and felix didn't let you go this time around, his grip on your waist tightening with each smooch of your lips, unable to remove himself from your sweetness. you complied with his request, holding his jaw and tilting your head for a better angle.

just as the kiss got much needier, he suddenly pulled away, earning a whine from you. but when he caught your eyes by searching for him and you realized how much hooded they have become, you clamped your mouth shut to keep the verbal complaint from surfacing. his eyes were brown as the breaking soil, and they impacted you as nature would—beautiful, powerful, and very desirable.

you have seen them like that a few times before, sometimes after midnight and sometimes in the early morning but all of them had been warm, passionate occasions.

"can we have sex?" he asked, a surprise, little pout appearing on his face as he played with your shirt. "i really need you right now."

oh, how dare he look so pretty when he spilled such sinful words with such lustful voices.

"my baby needs helping to unwind?" you asked despite knowing the answer, once again swiping his bangs away from his eyes. he gave you an eager nod then, and you grinned before leaning in to kiss him yet again.

it was much more aggressive this time because this kiss would be leading to something bigger than just a hot makeout session.

besides, felix has been wanting you for the whole day. his only way of releasing his accumulating stress was by daydreaming about being able to be inside you when he gets home, to pound into your hot heat, and to hear your lovely voice whimper his name as your eyes squeeze in bliss because he makes you feel so, so good.

he pulled you onto the bed with him, pulling you by your hands and impatiently tugging you down to his side. you had to break away for a moment to take your shirt off, your heart eagerly punching your chest as you scrambled on top of his legs and straddled his this abdomen.

your hands flew back to his face and you brought your lips back to his, kissing and biting him until you could feel his lips swollen under yours. the tingling sensation of his hands danced across the skin of your back and your stomach, feeling your curve up, and the featherlight realization of your bra straps hanging loosely off your shoulders, waiting for him to rip it off of you was none other than exciting.

you squealed out a laugh when, without you knowing, felix unhooked your bra and it fell in between the two of you. he pulled away to swat the garment away, then he returned his attention to your glorious breasts. he sighed in admiration—it seemed he loved every part of them, from their size to their perkiness.

taking your bud in his mouth, he moaned at the soft roundness of your boob as you squirmed at the way his tongue kept flicking across your nipple. your arms went behind his head, hugging him to your chest at the feeling of your breasts being fondled so softly with his hand and mouth. it was the kind of attention you loved and deserved, and felix had always been giving it to you to the fullest extent.

as he paid his attention to your chest, he could feel blood rush to his hardening member the more you huffed and puffed at the feeling. soon enough, he was poking at your shorts, and you, after gasping at the feeling, ground down on him just to feel some friction.

"ah–fuck–" felix groaned at the pleasant feeling, his eyes closing for a moment before they opened to look at you. he was begging at this point, his cock twitching just at the thought of being able to pound into you senselessly, leaving all the problems in the world at the entrance of you heat. "please let me fuck you, (name)."

"what do you think we've been doing, lix," you said with a faint chuckle, sitting up and taking off your pajama shorts.

seeing that, felix quickly went ahead to untie the strings of his pants and shook it off his legs. you barely caught sight of his hardened member under his boxers before he slipped it off as well, letting his dick spring free. you gulped with a faint smile, knowing he would fit well inside you but anticipating the pleasurable stretch anyway.

he hissed when you grabbed his tip, your thumb running over to spread his pre-cum all over before you got back to your original spot. you casually sucked at your thumb as you positioned yourself, tasting the bitterness of his cum and smiling seductively at him as you sucked your thumb dry.

"god, that's hot," he said through clenched teeth, his head falling back against the headboard and his mouth agape.

the giggle on your face didn't last too long. when you sunk on his length, your eyes widened and your lips parted at the incredible stretch you really should get used to by now. felix had his hands on your hips, guiding you down on him with deep, raspy groans leaving his lips.

when you were finally seated with him slug inside of you, felix reached up to wipe at your eyes, and you huffed out a burst of soft laughter in appreciation of his concern. he smiled at you, utterly in love with the way you leaned against his hand for many reasons, before he kissed you with a hand traveling behind your neck.

without breaking away, you decided to put your thighs to work and started to bring your heat up and down on his cock.

you gasped into his mouth at the first stroke, and the second, the third. and you kept going at a slow pace, both to adjust to his length and to take the feeling to the fullest amount. and every fire that ignited in your chest as his shaft rubbed along your walls made you and felix whine ecstatically.

you looked down at him, finding his careful yet endeared gaze staring up at you. and felix seemed to fall in love with you again, right now with your hair fallen beautifully all over your face and you riding him so sensually, making him feel nothing but pure goodness.

"gosh, i love you so much." he had to say it, his voice hitching suddenly as you clenched around him. "ahh, you feel so good!"

you giggled, your hands going to his cheek and stroking it with your thumb. you went down to kiss his face, starting from his forehead to his eyes, and you moaned contently against his skin when your lips landed on his freckles because felix had thrust up against you.

the wetness kept building, your juices slick around his cock making you feel every inch of it. then you started to rush to feel it more, moving faster to give both you and felix as much friction as you could. his tip was venturing within you deeply, brushing and pressing repeatedly until it finally hit your favorite spot.

you broke away from his mouth to let out a pornographic moan, your head threw back and your hands gripping his shoulders tightly. knowing he had found the sensitive spot within you, felix brought his hands down to your ass and helped you maintain your position just so you could feel the same surge of electricity with each fallen thrust.

you were leaning on him for support, your head pressed against the side of his head as you moaned your delightful pleasures away. and felix took the chance to press his face against your breasts, feeling the pillowy surface but not letting that drown out the way you were taking his cock like your hole was practically made for him.

your thighs desperately going against your exhausted muscles as you chased the orgasm building at your core. "fuck–lix, i can't, i'm close," you whispered next to his ear, your hot breaths fanning against the sensitive skin and making him shiver.

something stirred within him, and he remembered once again his strong desire to fuck you. not like this where you rode him and he occasionally thrusts up to your cunt because he couldn't control himself, but as in him pinning you down and just sexually ramming into you, just hitting your spot again and again so he could get an ample amount of you screaming his name.

you squealed in surprise when he lifted you off of him and flipped you on your back. your hands went up to your head, his small hand just enough to pin your wrists above it. you couldn't move, felix was much stronger than you thought. before you could even comment anything about this sudden action, he inserted himself back into you harshly, causing you to let out a choked gasp.

"felix! i can't take mor–oh fuck," your voice kept being rendered breathless the more his hips snapped against yours, meeting you to the hilt before he dragged it out and going back in again.

he had this concentrated, rapturous expression on his face, indicating that you were doing extremely well in helping him forget his shitty day because now all that filled his mind was you, you, you. your pussy, your sounds, your body, your essence—felix could only care about you and how great you were making him feel.

and he was losing control over himself. you tightness clenching around his senses, blocking him from any sane thoughts that weren't about this exact moment. felix looked down, his hand still pinning yours above your head while his other hand kept your thighs separated for him.

you were loving it, he could tell; you were loving the restrictions just as much as he was enjoying how obedient you were being, just letting him fuck you open like this and still not being able to shut up despite how overwhelming you felt.

"fuck, lix–ahhh—" your vocabularies were reduced; if you knew words before, you didn't. all that managed to come out of your mouth have only been curses, a string of moans, and his name.

felix was enjoying himself way too much, as he should. your fucked out expression and your hoarse voice left a permanent mark in his head; something he had been and will be thinking about whenever he needed.

"shh, we're almost there," he whispered after leaning down to your face. his hand removed from your wrists, and, upon being released, they were quick to play down to his shoulders, going across to hug him to you.

your eyes were faintly teary, causing him to soften, so when he leaned down it was to kiss you instead of simply burying his face at your chest. you kept humming against his mouth, your breath quickening with each snap of his hips until he pulled away just enough for you to let your noises out properly.

"are you close?" he asked, grunting with his lips barely ghosting over yours and his droopy lids covering most of his eyes.

"y–yeah–" you nodded, your eyes shut tight when he went faster to chase your orgasms.

the balloon popped unannounced, leaking and coating your cum all around him, making his dick warm and covered. felix growled out loud, still fucking against you until he hit his own release, hot liquids squeezed out of his tip and mixing in with yours inside your used hole.

he collapsed on top of you when he was done, not pulling out just yet because he wanted to keep his cum—and his dick—inside where it was warm. your arms went tightly around his back to pull his clothed torso close, chest heaving with his. 

"was that okay? that was good, right?" felix asked after a brief moment of rest, still panting rather heavily.

you laughed with his ear pressed against your heart, stroking his hair. "yes, yes that was."

"thank you for making me feel so nice all the time," he pouted, turning his head so his chin poked at your skin. he turned childish again, back to the usual self you loved so much.

"of course," you said. "thank you for making me feel the same as well."

"do you want me to clean you up or should we stay like this for a little?" he asked then, hissing a bit when you tightened around him. he looked up at your grinning face, triumph littered all over the crinkle of your eyes and quirk of your lips, and he gave you a small, lustful glare.

oh, it seemed somebody was asking for round two.

[mylittlemystery]

Odd and Even

Summary: Korekiyo’s a bit of an odd guy, to say the least. Then again, Shuichi could use a little diversion from the norm in his life.

A/N: oh yeah, it’s ‘lee Kork hours. Takes place in an AU where they attend Hope’s Peak Academy the way they expected to. Can be considered a fulfillment to an anonymous prompt (don’t send any in expecting them to be completed - we all know how terrible I am at that).

The sun was particularly extroverted today, considering it was still the middle of March, and the gentle warmth made Shuichi ponder on taking off his jacket for a moment. The field just behind Hope’s Peak was largely abandoned during this time of the day, what with most of his fellow students attending their afternoon classes, so it posed an ample opportunity to get away from all the hustle and bustle congregating in the halls.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Korekiyo observed from his seat a few paces away. “The weather we’ve been having has been quite mild, all things considered…”

Shuichi nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it really has been…”

“I sometimes forget how lucky we are to live on a planet surrounded by such bountiful foliage,” Korekiyo continued on as he wrapped his arms around his raised calves. “So many of our customs and traditions have stemmed from the very existence of nature itself, you know.”

Shuichi was about to respond, but the feeling of something becoming entangled in his hair ultimately put a stop to this. “Ah, what the-?”

“No need to panic,” Korekiyo reassured as he crawled behind the other man, “a leaf just blew onto your head. Here, I’ll take care of it.” Remaining wary of the pain he might cause the other’s scalp, he delicately unraveled the leaf with his lengthy fingers.

A sharp gasp escaped Shuichi’s lips before he could stop it at the sudden shock of the other’s long strands of ocean green hair brushing against his jaw. “K-kiyo!” he spluttered indignantly.

Having thankfully managed to free the leaf before this outburst, Korekiyo quickly scooted over to face the frontside of his fellow classmate. “I apologize,” he spoke with a glimmer of gentle sympathy in his eyes. “I did not mean to hurt you.”

“N-no, you didn’t hurt me!” Shuichi hurried to correct said statement, but he found a gentle simmer of heat traveling to his face at the prospect of having to reveal the truth. “It’s just...your hair was tickling me, is all,” he muttered as he rubbed his forearm sheepishly.

“Ah, I see.” Korekiyo’s gaze softened noticeably at this conclusion. “Tickling is quite a strange phenomenon, isn’t it? The sensation it provokes can be so overpowering that it’s even been used as a method of torture in some areas...were you aware of that?” He almost sounded...amused…

Shuichi forced his body to suppress the gentle shudder it threatened to undertake at the mere thought of being tickled in such a manner, and he instead furrowed his brow in reply. “Are you making fun of me?”

Korekiyo hummed a little at this, eyelids fluttering closed in a dramatic expression of naiveté. “I only wish to educate you, Shuichi,” he insisted, but the gentle smirk he was wearing made its presence known through his voice.

The detective rolled his eyes in exasperation, letting out a huff as he adjusted himself to face the other completely. “Well, if you really want to educate me, answer me this,” he countered in a rare display of annoyance, “are you ticklish?”

Korekiyo raised an eyebrow at the bold inquiry, but he didn’t hesitate in delivering his response. “Yes,” he confirmed matter-of-factly, as if it were the most ordinary question there was, “I am.”

As much as Shuichi didn’t want to admit it, he was left utterly gobsmacked at such a calm reply. He had expected the other to protest at least somewhat, but once again it felt like the Ultimate Anthropologist was always two stops ahead of his train of thought. Was this...a lie? A quick way to make a fool out of him? He didn’t peg Kiyo as the type, but-

“Well now, what are you going to do, Shuichi?” A sly voice queried, unknowingly breaking the shorter boy out of his rambling head. Korekiyo hummed once again, golden eyes half lidded with an unmistakable sense of impishness. “Let me guess: you’re going to try and tickle me, aren’t you?” A gentle huff of a laugh escaped his lips. “Want to have me begging and squirming beneath your fingertips, hm~?”

While Shuichi may have been unable to see his face, he was almost positive it had turned a shade of cherry red. Despite the other being in such a compromising situation, he was the one that was getting flustered...God, what the hell were they doing?! “N-no, I-”

“Then go ahead - I won’t stop you.” With that, Korekiyo lay flat on his back with his arms draped across his stomach. His coy gaze followed the other like a hawk, and he once again cocked an eyebrow when there was no immediate followthrough. “Oh? Lost your nerve, perhaps?” Apparently, he had foregone listening to any answer that wasn’t an acceptance of this challenge.

For a few moments, Shuichi gazed at the figure of his friend laying in the grass. A great sense of embarrassment still boiled within the pit of his stomach, but another emotion was gradually emerging alongside it...competitiveness. Perhaps Kaito’s influence really was starting to rub off on him, but something about the other’s laidback nature was starting to rile him up. “I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious,” he murmured as he pulled himself closer to the taller boy. “I suppose I can entertain you for a little while…”

Korekiyo’s eyes merely closed in an apparently content expression. “It would be my pleasure.”

Like the shot let off by a starting gun at the head of a race, Shuichi took these words as his cue to begin. He started off rather timidly, fingernails idly tracing across the other’s prominent collarbones through the cloth of the jacket.

True to his word, Korekiyo dissolved into giggles almost instantaneously. His laugh was breathy and bright, said sounds slightly muffled by the face mask covering his mouth, and his arms wrapped around his torso just a little tighter. “Ehe...ehehehehehe…”

Shuichi couldn’t help but blink in surprise at this sudden reaction. The gentle laughter that was drifting along the breeze could only be described as...endearing. “Wow, you really are ticklish,” he whispered to himself. “I hardly touched you…”

It was so faint that you could’ve easily missed it if you weren’t a very observant person, but a definite flush rose to Korekiyo’s face. His typically composed features crinkled with a hint of surprise, however said expression was gone in the blink of an eye.

Unfortunately for the taller boy, Shuichi was anything but unobservant. That rare display of humility...it was this that truly rendered him speechless. As it slowly occurred to him how out of character it was to see the other one caught off guard, a delicate warmth began to brew just behind his ribcage.

Mischief.

“I mean, it’s not even like I touched your bare skin,” he continued nonchalantly as he situated himself on top of the other’s waistline, former apprehension completely washed away by this sudden burst of power. His fingers walked themselves down lower, lingering over the curves of the anthropologist’s lithe sides. “You must be pretty sensitive if you can feel something as soft as this through your school uniform…”

“Shu-shuichi!” Korekiyo gasped out before his voice was lost to his own steadily increasing titters of mirth. While his arms may have been wrapped around his torso, they did little to protect himself from the detective’s prying hands. What was once a mere dusting of color along the cheeks had now turned into something that was nearly opaque, giving him a rather adorable look of embarrassment. “Ehehehehehehe!”

Despite himself, Shuichi couldn’t stop the small smile from creeping across his face at the sight and sounds laid out before him. He almost wished he could catch a glimpse of the other’s supposed grin, but he knew better than to try and tamper with that mask. “Hmm…” Carefully, he slipped his spidering fingertips underneath the jacket and undershirt that were in their way. “Now, if my hypothesis is correct, your laughter should grow in some noticeable fashion once I actually get to your skin - let’s see if I’m right.”

Indeed, Korekiyo devolved into a rather strained sort of cackle once those nails so much as grazed his lower abdomen. The dangerously fleeting contact made his entire body erupt with goosebumps, his muscles quiver helplessly, and his head unconsciously start to bury itself in one of his shoulders. “Shuhuhuicheeheehee!” he nearly whined. “Ihit t-tihickles…”

“Ah, just as I thought,” Shuichi noted aloud, evidently deciding to ignore the other’s meek complaints. “You’re definitely more susceptible to tickling once someone gets past your shirt, but I would expect that of almost anybody. What I’m really curious about is whether or not you have a sweet spot…” He allowed himself to come to a standstill as to let the weight of his words hang in the air. “Well, Kiyo? Do you have one?”

Korekiyo didn’t allow this opportunity to catch his breath go to waste, heaving in quiet gasp after gasp as he lay trapped by his offender’s slim figure. For once, it appeared that he had found himself at a loss for words.

“Then again, if you’re having too much fun, I suppose I could go searching for it myself. After all, I-”

“My sides!” the anthropologist suddenly spat out. He felt the temperature behind his cheeks rise to a boiling point at the atypical waver in his voice, and he cleared his throat in a vain attempt to collect at least some of his bearings. “M-my sides are most likely the worst place…”

It took every ounce of Shuichi’s self control to not scamper away right then and there. Suffice to say that this flustered admission had gotten under his own skin, and his imagination began to run wild with just how he would react being in the other’s shoes. Still...it would have been just as awkward to abruptly cut things off where they were, so, after taking a moment to solidify his resolve, he dug his fingernails into the specified area with a tender ferocity.

The results were instantaneous: Korekiyo let out a rather girlish squeal before utterly melting into a puddle of hysterical wheezing and disoriented wriggling. He dug the toes of his boots into the earth beneath them, arms still clinging to himself in a reflexive stance of protection. “Keeheeheeheeheeheeee!”

It almost felt like he had been lured into some sort of trance - the detective could feel his mind going blank as he stared down at the red faced student. It was adorable, it was enchanting, and it must have been so...torturous. He could keep the other boy here for hours if he so desired, playing those nerves like a fiddle, and nobody would be able to stop him. All the other would be able to do was laugh, and laugh, and laugh…

“Sh-shuichi, Shuichi!” Korekiyo finally cried out, evidently at his limit. Bandaged fingers came to wrap around attacking wrists desperately, applying enough pressure to leave a mark in their wake. “Ihi cahahaHAHAN’T! N-noho more, pleeheeheeheeheeheeease!”

Reminded of his surroundings thanks to the sharp pain that was abruptly thrust upon him, Shuichi nearly tripped over his own limbs with how quickly he clambered off the panting man. “I-I’m sorry!” he rushed to say, completely and utterly mortified by his own actions. “I don’t know what came over me, I just-”

“There is no need to apologize,” Korekiyo cut his panicking companion off between the last of his labored breaths. After a few more moments passed, with him having sufficiently calmed himself, he propped himself up into a sitting position once more. “Though, I must admit, I didn’t expect you to be quite so...ferocious,” he spoke gently as he brushed a few stubborn blades of grass off of his uniform. “You were aware that my sides were supposedly my worst spot, yet you lingered there for quite a while…”

“I...I must have lost track of time,” Shuichi mumbled sheepishly as he pretended to draw a striking interest in the legs of his pants. “I haven’t heard you laugh like that before, you know?”

A faint twinkle of amusement made itself known in Korekiyo’s gaze. He hummed thoughtfully as he cocked his head to one side, hands idly rising upwards to toy with the medallion that lay across his chest. “Well, that much is to be expected - one can truly lose themselves when participating in activities such as these. It’s only natural that you would do the same, Shuichi.”

Said man couldn’t help the small sigh of relief that escaped through his clenched teeth, and his posture sagged ever so slightly compared to its former rigid stance. “So...you’re not angry with me?” he asked with an unmistakable lilt of hope in his tone.

“Of course not,” Korekiyo reassured as he laid a hand on top of the other’s. “I gave you permission, after all.”

Had it been left at that, Shuichi would have been rather grateful. Unfortunately for him, that vice of a grip returning to his right forearm left no room for misinterpretations.

“However, I am most curious about one thing,” Kiyo murmured close to the detective’s ear, eyes narrowing with devious glee when it earned him a preemptive shiver. “Would you happen to have one of these so-called sweet spots?”

Shuichi could only manage a dry gulp in response.