#this could work out comfortingly well tho

[lemonlamblaura]

My Husband is the God of Pestilence - chapter 5

Not very happy with this chapter, but I felt like I was wasting too much time with it. I'm looking forward to a few things next chapter tho, Kallamar will really start getting more into the god thing.

Oh yeah! I thought I should mention a few voice claims for the characters: my Kallamar is voiced by Alan Tudyk, particularly the voice he uses for Harry in Resident Alien. Shamura is voiced by Liam Nneson, I just love his Irish accent. Still trying to figure out who would voice Lilybell.

Anyway, enjoy this chapter 🩷

"Quite impressive," said Trenaty, turning over the large ruby in her hands as Lilybell glowed with pride. "You should feel blessed to recieve a gift from Lord Kallamar. In all my time here, he has never taken to anyone the way he has to you." She handed back the ruby, and Lilybell wrapped it in a spare pillowcase before placing it at the bottom of her trunk. "Make sure to clean it often, crystals are want to attract grime and barnacles."

"Do you think anyone will steal it, Trenaty?" Lilybell asked, placing her other belongings on top of the crystal so it would remain carefully hidden, closing the trunk with a thud.

"I doubt it, considering crystals grow all over Anchordeep. But I suggest you keep it secret, knowing it comes from Lord Kallamar may give it higher value, or at least others may think so."

The lamb sighed, sitting down on her bed with a big smile. "We talked for hooooours," she said, dragging out the word to really drive it home. She laid on her stomach, kicking her legs back and forth as Trenaty walked around the bed to sit beside her. "It was so nice not to have to waste away in the kitchen all day. Oh, that reminds me! Lord Kallamar said I don't have to go back to the kitchen anymore!"

Trenaty's eyes widened in surprise, and not in a good way. "Really?"

"Yeah! He said he would find another job for me. What's wrong, Trenaty? You don't look very happy..."

The starfish's eyes softened and she smiled gently, but her eyebrows were still knitted. "I'm only concerned, dear. I don't want anyone to think Lord Kallamar is showing favoritism towards you. People may not react well to that, you know."

Lilybell's good mood quickly deflated upon realizing Trenaty was right. The kitchen staff were already mad at her for shirking her duties. They glared at her as she ate her dinner, and made her do all the dishes herself. That was all before she told them she wouldn't be back. No one said goodbye, or even a "it was nice working with you".

"That's just what I need," she mumbled, letting her chin sink into the blanket. "You're the only one here who's nice to me, Trenaty. I don't have any friends here other than you."

"Don't pout, dear," the old woman stroked Lilybell's wool comfortingly. "If Lord Kallamar is going to find another job for you, perhaps you can explore the temple a little more. I've got an idea, how about you walk with me tomorrow while I work?"

Lilybell rolled onto her side, propping her head up with one hand. "You know, Trenaty, you've never actually told me what you do around here. What's your job?"

"I suppose you could call me a supervisor of sorts. I make sure everyone is doing their work and not slacking off."

"Really? I can't imagine you bossing people around," Lilybell laughed.

Trenaty just smiled. "It's not such a bad job. It can be boring at times, but at least I have full run of the temple, except for Lord Kallamar's room, of course." The starfish gave Lilybell a wink.

"Just think of all the treasures Lord Kallamar must have in his room," Lilybell said, twirling her wool around her finger. "Lots of crystals, I imagine, and probably a really big, comfy bed!"

"Maybe someday you will get to see it," Trenaty said playfully.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Nothing, dear."

*

Later that night, when everyone had gone to sleep, Lilybell snuck out of bed and into the courtyard. Kallamar was there waiting for her, and his face lit up as he saw her approaching. "I was afraid you had forgotten," he smiled as she ran up beside him.

"I'm sorry," she panted, grinning up at him, "I wanted to make sure everyone was asleep before I came."

Just like the night before, Kallamar spread his arms out, soaking in the lights of prayers from the statue and glowing fiercely. Lilybell watched with the same amazement, but with more excitement this time, knowing what to expect. It was over much too soon.

"That was so cool, Lord Kallamar," said Lilybell, unintentionally repeating herself from the night before.

Kallamar looked down at her fondly and held out a long, thin finger. "Let's walk, dear."

She took his finger (knowing all too well this was the first time she'd held hands with anyone other than her parents) and they walked around the statue into the courtyard, among the decorative corals placed like hedges to give the area some colour.

"I have decided what I would like you to do for me," Kallamar said quietly, as if trying not to disturb the peacefulness of the night, "I require someone to help me perform my duties at the temple. You shall be my personal assistant."

"What do I have to do?" Lilybell asked.

"Nothing intense. Simply fetch anything that I require, or ask others to do things in my place. I may also ask your opinion of certain subjects that I would not ask of the other workers. That is all."

Lilybell breathed a sigh of relief. "That sounds easy. When do I start?"

"First thing tomorrow. I will have a bedroom set up for you near my office, so you will be close by."

"My own bedroom!" She gasped excitedly, hopping beside him with joy, "oh, it'll be so nice not to be woken up all the time. The other ladies there can be pretty noisy. If someone isn't snoring, then another is talking in their sleep, or something else. It's so tiring!"

"I cannot begin to imagine."

Lilybell stopped and turned to him, holding his one big hand with her two small ones. "Thank you, Lord Kallamar. I'm so happy to have you around to help me."

Kallamar felt his face warm up as she beamed up at him, her warm hands in his cold one. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this way when another person looked at him. It didn't feel the same as when his parents congratulated him, or Shamura gently touched his shoulder reassuringly. This was something else. Something that felt good, but foreign too.

It made him nervous.

"You... you're welcome, dear," he said carefully, not wanting to hurt her feelings.

Suddenly, a familiar rumble at their feet signaled the arrival of another God, and Kallamar hurriedly rushed Lilybell behind him to avoid her being seen. A dark shadow appeared before them, and a huge purple spider, standing as tall as Kallamar, but somehow taller, rose from it, facing the temple away from them.

"Shamura!"

The spider turned towards Kallamar's voice, a little surprised, but not showing it. "Ah, there you are brother," they said quietly.

"What are you doing here? Is something wrong? I wasn't expecting you!" Kallamar tried to keep Lilybell behind him as she kept trying to peek around him curiously.

"You are always popping in to see me, so I thought a change of pace would be nice," they said, taking in the courtyard, "and I would like to see how your temple turned out. You were so excited to have it finished, yet you never invited me to see it."

"I would have preferred that you let me know beforehand, sibling," Kallamar said, irritated, "then I could have had my servants tidy up."

"That wouldn't do," said the spider, "it is better to see it in its natural state. Is that your worship idol?"

Shamura started walking towards Kallamar's statue with the squid not far behind, and Lilybell found she had to run to keep up with them. She never realized how slowly Kallamar walked just for her to walk with him. He must have felt like a snail!

"Yes, but please, sibling, can't we do this another time?" Kallamar pleaded as the reached the statue, a few barnacles and periwinkles already starting to grow on it. "I, uh, have much to attend to!"

"Surely it is not too much to ask for you to entertain your dear sibling," Shamura teased, before hearing a surprised grunt as Lilybell collided with Kallamar's cloak. They looked down and saw a small hoof disappear behind their brother, and they smiled slyly. "Ah, I see you are already entertaining. Kallamar, why don't you introduce me to the small creature you are hiding behind you?"

"I-I didn't hear anything," Kallamar warbled uselessly, feeling Lilybell clutch his cloak tightly.

Shamura didn't fall for it for a second. "Come forth, small one. Have no fear," they said gently, as if talking to an infant.

They saw the off-white wool first, then a big round eye filled with anticipation, before a grey face appeared from behind their brother. Lilybell still refused to come out from behind Kallamar, afraid of what the other god might do.

"Ah, we meet at last, little lamb," Shamura said gently, "Kallamar has told me much about you. Your name is Lilly-Billy, is it not?"

"Shamura!" Kallamar cried out in embarrassment.

"My name is Lilybell," she said cautiously.

Shamura chuckled. "My apologies. Are you enjoying Anchordeep, my dear?"

If only they knew they had opened the floodgates. "I do like it," Lilybell finally stepped out from behind Kallamar, but stayed close to him, "but it's awfully different down here. I like the warm water, and I don't even think about how I'm always wet anymore. I wish people were a little nicer, but I have Trenaty and Lord Kallamar to help me. I'm going to help Lord Kallamar from now on. I do wish I could see more beyond the temple, but it must be scary, I almost got attacked by jellyfish last night! Oh, and Lord Kallamar gave me a pretty crystal-"

"Lilybell," Kallamar interrupted, wrapping a hand around her arm, "I'm sure Lord Shamura isn't interested in such things. We mustn't waste their time."

"Don't be silly, brother," Shamura said gently. "It is important to hear what your followers have to say." They looked down at the lamb with a friendly smile. "I am glad to hear you are adapting. Do not fret about the others. In time, you shall have many dear companions."

Lilybell looked down at her feet bashfully. "Thank you, Lord Shamura," she said.

Kallamar watched the exchange curiously. He assumed Shamura would be disappointed to see him talking so casually with a follower. In all his years of training, Shamura insisted followers were simply pawns to be used for your own gain, and it was useless to get attached to them, because even if they weren't sacrificed, they would die quickly, as mortals tend to do. Why was Shamura being so kind to Lilybell if followers were beneath them? There must have been a good reason. Shamura always acted with reason and always thought before they spoke.

"A personal assistant? Intriguing," Shamura said, listening to Lilybell ramble on. "That will be good for Kallamar. I'm sure he is very thankful for your services."

"I'm thankful for Lord Kallamar," said Lilybell, trying to stifle a yawn and failing. "He... he's always looking after me." She stretched and yawned again, feeling the day catching up with her.

"I dismiss you, small one. Rest and approach your new position with vigor. Good night."

"Good night, Lord Shamura. Good night, Lord Kallamar." Lilybell turned to Kallamar and wrapped her arms around him as best she could (which was not at all, given their size difference) and hobbled off to bed. Kallamar grimaced at the display of affection, not knowing how Shamura would react. Would they be upset?

"Interesting little thing," Shamura said when she finally disabled from view.

"I'm sorry about her, Shamura," Kallamar said hurriedly, "I know you told me not to get attached to my followers, and I tried but, I don't know, she just keeps talking, and you told me to keep her close to me, and..." he shrugged, finally running out of excuses, unable to look his sibling in the face.

Shamura looked surprised, but after a moment's thought, their face softened, and they put a hand on their brother's shoulder. "You have nothing to apologize for, brother. I did tell you these things in the hopes of keeping your heart safe. It is a terrible thing to lose a loved one and to keep on living. It is not something I would wish on my worst enemy."

"You have experience with this, sibling?" Kallamar asked.

"Yes. I have witnessed gods throw their existence away for the sake of a loved one. I have seen firsthand the irreparable damage such love can do. It is a terrible thing."

"But... what if there was a way to make a mortal... immortal?"

Shamura's face turned grave. "I know of what you speak. But it isn't right to go against nature, Kallamar. Let the mortals die, and the gods live. Do not upset the balance. Do not go to them."

That was it, then. The decision made for him. Do not associate with that otherworldly person.

Kallamar cleared his throat and changed the subject. "I am holding my first sermon tomorrow, sibling. May I ask that you attend and give your support?"

Glad that things were settled, Shamura stood back and smiled. "Of course, brother, if it would please you."

[lesbianjackies]

Chocolate Makes Everything Better

February Prompt #7: Chocolates

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 666 (short lil blurb, the number's kinda funny tho)

Warnings: vague descriptions of depression, I'm easily triggered and it was fine for me so nothing too bad

Summary: Your boyfriend is always there to help when you're having a bad day.

A/N: Y/N's house isn't specified other than her not being in Gryffindor, and I used a random OC of mine for her roommate lmao

Remus Lupin always carried chocolate with him. Chocolate could fix just about everything in his mind - anxiety before a particularly daunting presentation, the stress of a work-filled day at school, when you’re just feeling sad and empty and need something sweet to make you feel at least a little better. Remus kept chocolate not just because he loved it - though he can’t say that wasn’t part of why - but also because it always seemed to be able to help. Help him, help his friends, and most of all, help you.

Today was one of those days where you particularly needed chocolate’s comfort. You felt sick, even though your temperature was normal and you didn’t even have a cough. You couldn’t get out of bed; your mind and body were doused with exhaustion. There was nothing you wanted to do, but you desperately wanted to do something. You couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t do anything at all. You just wanted to curl up and cry until you drowned in your own tears.

Remus knew something was off when you didn’t show up to breakfast. He skipped his first class and found one of your roommates. “Blackthorn!” He grabbed her shoulder.

Maeve Blackthorn swiveled around with an irritated expression on her face. “What, Lupin? You’re going to make me late.”

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Remus asked, too worried to apologize like he usually would have. “She wasn’t at breakfast. Is she okay?”

“She said she was sick,” Maeve said, annoyed at being stopped on her way to class. “She stayed in bed.”

Remus frowned. “She was fine yesterday.”

Maeve huffed. “Well, she’s sick today. Can I go now?”

“No,” Remus said. Maeve scowled. “Will you get her for me? Send her to the Gryffindor common room. Tell her the password is ‘calicem petasum’.”

“I don’t know, she seemed pretty tired. Maybe we should just leave her alone.”

“Please,” Remus insisted. “I just want to check on her and see if there’s anything I can do to help.”

Maeve sighed, relenting. “Fine. But you owe me, Lupin.”

“Thanks, Blackthorn.”

She waved her hand dismissively and walked off. Remus headed to the Gryffindor common room and waited anxiously for you to get there. It took about five minutes, which was far too long in Remus’s mind, and you came in wrapped in a blanket and looking exhausted.

Remus stopped pacing and ran over to you, gathering you in his arms. “Hey, love, are you okay? What’s going on?”

You said nothing, just grabbed his robes and collapsed into him, your blanket falling to the ground as you sobbed into his sweater.

Remus held you close, his worry increasing as he stroked your hair comfortingly. “Hey, hey, I’m here, love. Let’s go to my dorm, okay?”

You nodded against his chest and he carried you to his dorm. He set you down on his bed and took off his robes before getting under the covers next to you. You curled up close to him and kept crying; you were staining his sweater with tears and snot, but he didn’t care, he just kept holding you and whispering comforting words into your ear until your cries quieted and the tears stopped flowing.

“Do you think you can talk about it now?” Remus asked softly.

You shook your head. “My voice is mostly gone,” you rasped.

Remus nodded. “That’s okay, you don’t need to talk. Is there anything I can do?”

“Do you have any chocolate?”

He smiled. “Always.” He gently set you next to him and rummaged through his robes, pulling out a slightly smushed box of Charm Chocs. He handed it to you and you took a few out before giving the rest to him. You ate the chocolates slowly and he watched you as he ate his. “Feel any better?”

A small smile lit up your face. “Lots. Thank you, Remmie.”

“Of course.” Remus pulled you onto his lap and gave you a chocolate-flavored kiss. “Chocolate makes everything better.”

[thisisgonnafuxkinkillme]

Hiya! I was wondering if you could do some Dadzawa fluffy/angst-ish stuff where he finds one of his students having a panic attack and he just helps comfort them and they end up just clinging onto him for dear life and just sobbing into him? And could their personality be quiet/shy, friendly, and it seems like they are mentally stable but their mental state is literally deteriorating?

If you don’t want to do that, it’s totally fine tho! Hope you have a lovely day :)

Done!

Lemon Drops

Warnings: panic attack, anxiety and depression mention

Your pencil shook as you pressed it to your paper with ever increasing pressure in order to get your mind off of all the swirling thoughts within. You weren’t doing well this semester. Your grades were fine, sure, but that wasn’t the issue here.

You’d been able to keep up the act of ‘quiet but good, hardworking student’ for long enough.

Long enough, in fact, to have grown quite close with one of the strictest teachers at UA. Mr. Aizawa.

By close, he’d give you a tiny nod whenever you’d be the last one to leave class, still hurriedly writing one last note as he’d yell out reminders to ‘get this work done by Friday. I don’t want to be grading all weekend.’

And he’d learn not to call on you when you weren’t raising your hand. That was a practice he’d often used to find out who was truly paying attention. For you, though, it was a total nightmare. Even if you knew the answer, being called on so unexpectedly would cause you to go totally blank, stammering and stuttering while turning red in the face.

After seeing that from you, he kept you after class and softly apologized to you.

That is how you knew he thought of you highly. He knew that you weren’t just an inattentive student, and that you probably had social anxiety like he did when he was your age.

“I don’t mind not calling on you,” he said, “but just don’t let anyone else know. Let them think that I just forgot about you or something.”

Of course, that was so that other students wouldn’t pull the same act. Plus, he didn’t want anyone to think he was giving you special treatment.

Today, though, was your breaking point. None of the ‘special treatment’ he gave you could help you now. Tears were pushing their way past your eyes as you squeezed them shut. Your hands were slick and clammy with sweat and your heartbeat was so loud that you were sure everyone else could hear the pumping in their ears like you did.

The world around you faded away as your brain screamed at you, attacking you from the inside out.

Suddenly, a hand gripped your shoulder firmly.

You jumped, looking up to greet a stony faced Aizawa and an empty classroom.

He handed you a sour lemon candy.

“Eat this,” he ordered. You looked up at him questioningly, to which he added, “trust me.”

You did so, assulting your senses with the overly sour morsel.

It was so overwhelming, in fact, that you couldn’t hear the shrieks coming from your mind. All you could hear, now, was your own breathing.

“Are you okay?” he asked, nearly at a whisper. He knew that having a breakdown like this was bad enough on its own, but other students knowing about it made it even worse.

That question was all it took for you to snap. Tears poured down your face and you finally let out the sob that you’d been holding in for what felt like centuries.

Now, many coworkers and students of Aizawa would think that in a situation like this, he’d kick you out of his classroom, chiding you for making his next class wait.

But he didn't.

He'd locked the door so that no other students could come in and make things worse.

Screw the next class. You needed him more than they did. Plus, who wouldn't be happy to have a few extra minutes of chatter?

When the tears began to flow freely down your cheeks, and the sobs were impossible to contain, he approached you. Gently, he placed his hand on your shoulder, as you clutched onto his chest.

“I-I...I can’t do this anymore. It’s all too much,” you whimpered. Even though your words were muffled by hiccups and by his shirt, he understood all too well.

“You’re good at hiding your struggles. Stop that.”

He allowed you to hold onto him, surely wrinkling his clothes and staining his shirt with tears, without any scolding or reprimanding.

“Take your time,” he murmured comfortingly. He wasn’t big on physical affection, but he was happy to do what he could to help alleviate everything that’d built up for so long.

He added, “Don’t ever let things get this bad again. I care about my students. You may stay after class and talk to me any time. Any time.”

Soon, your shuddered breaths slowed and your tears dried. Your fingers loosened around his shirt, returning back to you as you returned back to reality.

Somehow, things seemed a little brighter.

[dmc-tings]

This is a bit of an alternate to the Long Lost Baker with the Four Lords request you had where, instead of the reader learning about what happened to their family after their deaths, Miranda brings Eveline to the village in hopes of using her as a vessel for Eva; Evie agreeing to come only if Miranda agrees to bring her family, i.e. Mia and the Bakers, along too and they find out that way. I’m not sure how Joe would fit into this but if you can figure out how to do it then I’ve got mad respect for you.

This one made me brain go brrr. Hope you enjoy it! I deadass fought with myself to get Joe to fit into this! Hope I did the homie justice. I did this as if the Bakers weren't infected with the mold. Hope that was ok

Alcina Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda had called a meeting

Apparently this little girl was the thing she wanted to use to bring her daughter back

It didn't mean much to her, the man-things could do as they pleased

So as long as they didn't disturb her Love

She accepted taking all of the Bakers into her castle

Making sure to keep them "safe" from her and her daughters

And promising not to eat them

To which she gave the maids the job of tending to them

And keeping them away from you

Which she did very well

You never questioned her after the meetings

And she never questioned you about your past

Until... one day... Chaos ensued, in the Castle Dimitrescu

Jack, Joe, Ethan and Lucas had gotten a hold of some gunpowder

And where currently blowing shit up

Alcina and her daughters at the front lines trying to calm the families: both the Bakers and Winters

You were told to stay in Alcina's chambers

Which you ignored, rushing to the fight

"HOLY SHIT!! THEY GOT (Y/N)!!" Lucas screamed, seeing you behind the ferocious Draculina

You quickly stepped inbetween the fighting men and vampires

"WOAH! WOAH!!" You calmed the two sides

"Darling, these MAN-THINGS-"

"Their my family. Alcina. Please calm do- Lucas!! Don't throw that pipe bomb!!"

You got the two sides to lower their hackles

And finally explained, the dynamic to them all

Eventually Jack and Joe, exchanged a look

"Well... I suppose I should thank ya for keepin my little one safe."

Alcina gave a scoff, "I knew nothing of you all and couldn't care... but..."

After a glance at you, she gave Jack a silent nod

After sighing with relief, you sat back in your chair, your families now calm

For now

Angie and Donna Beneviento

The pair stared at the little clan of people standing before them

Thanks to Angie's mouth, they where incharge of these people

Yes there was plenty of room in the estate for them... but...

How the hell were they supposed sneak these people past you?!

Donna looked at the doll, "Angie."

Angie waved her hand at Donna, "Its Fine! We got this!"

Joe made a face, then looked at his brother

"I have no clue..."

Lucas made his way forward, being sure to shove Ethan out of his way

"What the hell are you? Some kinda animatron?" He tried to poke at the doll

Receiving a smack on the hand

The pair led them to the estate

"Do not be loud." Donna warned, as you were supposed to be asleep

Which you where not, instead you wanted to surprise the woman with breakfast

Donna paused, making a face, no one could see

You smiled at her, "Donna!" You beamed, "I made-"

You stopped, looking at your family behind her

Zoe, who was standing awkwardly, holding her arm

Lucas, wandering around the living room

Jack and Marguerite standing side by side, wide eyed at you

And Uncle Joe, getting his cybernetic arm ready to blast the doll and doll maker away

You stepped infront of Donna, half shielding her and half trying to reach out to your family

"Momma? Daddy?" You struggled to keep yourself calm

Marguerite reached out to you pulling you close to her

The rest of thr Bakers' formed a protective hug circle around you

Only to be interrupted by Angie

"OI! GET YOUR HANDS OFF THEM!! THATS OURS!!"

Donna silenced her with a look

The moment tears formed in your eyes, Donna knew these people ment something to you

Though the Winters' stood nearby, awkwardly

Salvatore Moreau

Oh my damn.

What the ever-livng hell was he supposed to do with these, angry people?

He stood in the church, alone with them

Mother Miranda gave him the responsibility of watching over these people

He wanted to make her proud of him...

But didn't want you in any harm...

'FUCK' he thought, leading them to the Reservoir

Normally you where in the caves, chatting to a lycan or two

But TODAY, had to be the day you stood at the gates, ready to show him whatever shiney thing you found

As he opened the gates, you practically jumped into his arms

"Love! I found this miraculous thing!" You flashed the shiney in his face

Ignoring the group of people following him

He smiled at you happy that you had found something amazing!

The Bakers' stood wide eyed at you

"(Y/N)?" Jack took a cautious step forward, careful not to disturb you

You looked your father up and down, not recognizing who he was

"Yeah, hi how ya doing." You said then turned your attention back to Moreau

Lucas pushed his way forward, "(Y/N)!! It's us your family!!"

You looked up at the yelling man, your face scrunched up, then it hit you!

"Lucas!?" Then you looked at your family one at a time, drinking in the fact that their alive and ok

Then you spotted the Winters', "Ion know yall tho..."

Moreau smiled at you, "So these are you family?"

You nodded, you both had a conversation about them before hand.

Soon everyone was safe, in the caves and your fish man welcomed everyone!

Though they had a bit of time accepting the odd looking being

Lucas was the most accepting

Karl Heisenberg

Well shit...

'FUCK that giant Bitch, and fuck the Miranda bitch too.' He grumbled walking with the two families back to the Factory

He got tricked into taking in the Winters' (which was a plus for him) and the Bakers'

He didn't have a plan for the latter, but he WAS getting pretty pissed at the stares the families gave him

Joe, Jack and Ethan walked in the inside, creating a sort of barrier for the women

Lucas, whom didn't care one way or another, was taking in the scenery

Once he reached the Factory, he stopped, standing in front of the doors

"Look," he started, "I have someone very important to me living here. You hurt them, ill add your corpse to my army."

He didn't wait for an answer and opened the doors, calling our for you

"Kitten? I'm back an-"

You rushed down from upstairs, you had already seen your family from the window

Karl let out a surprised yelp when you did so

You threw yourself into your father's arms

"(Y/N)!?" Jack shouted, as he wrapped you in a protective hug

You ugly sobbed in his arms, not letting him go

The rest of your family, hugged or rubbed your back comfortingly

Karl stood to the side, eyeing the Bakers' surrounding you

He didn't know what to do, or how you knew these people

You finally calmed down enough to hug everyone in turn

Karl cleared his throat, "Kitten? You have-"

You cut him off, explaining that these people where your blood family

And that you had been missing them for a while

Karl lit a cigar, deep in thought

This... this had worked out for him...

And you

He took it as a win, and gratefully took the brownie points

[lenaariewrld]

6. do you like them

The door to Yachi’s apartment flew open before you even got to knock on it, your raised hand colliding with the blonde girl’s forehead as she hurried to greet you. Yachi rubbed the spot softly and ushered you inside. Your hand dropped and you quietly apologized, lightly kissing the top of her hair as you kicked off your shoes.

“Is Kiyoko here?” You asked, setting the shoes you had previously worn to the side. Yachi nodded, lightly taking your arm.

“She’s in the bathroom,” She informed you, leading you to the large room. A vanity took up a huge portion of one wall, a wide counter beneath it inlaid with one modest sink and topped with hundreds of different facial products.

Kiyoko was already in her clothes, her hair neatly pushed back as she fixed her makeup. She looked at you through the mirror, a small smile gracing her lips. She set her mascara wand down and turned to you, engulfing you in a long, firm hug. “I missed you,” She said, squeezing your middle lightly.

“I missed you too, babe,” You smiled, reciprocating the gesture. You both pulled away, mimicking air kisses on each cheek like always. “Could you do my makeup for me? You’re so good at it,” You stuck out your bottom lip for a small pout, silently pleading Kiyoko.

The woman agreed with a shrug of her shoulders, turning to Yachi to ask the blonde if she also wanted her makeup done by her. Yachi declined, admitting she could do her own looks. Kiyoko nodded, patting her head and moving her attention fully onto you and making you look as good as you wanted.

It took, admittedly, longer than the three of you had planned to get ready for, but you all looked bomb as hell. So worth it. "Tanaka says he's on his way," Kiyoko says, pulling her hair back as you and Yachi applied the finishing touches to your looks. You simply hum in acknowledgement, pulling out your phone and wiggling it. "Photoshoot while we wait?" You ask, earning smiles from the other girls.

By the time the whole group had arrived at the brunch, you all had taken multiple pictures of each other and made sure to get enough of the outfits to tweet them out. Tanaka parked his car nearby the cafe you had supplied the address for, letting everyone pile out. You immediately found Shoyo and strung your arm with his, walking in pace with the group.

Once you all were seated (and you had all taken even more pictures), you all finally settled into conversation. "So, how has it been living with roommates who are also content creators?" Sugawara asked you, resting his elbows on the table.

"It's a little new, but not much different than when you guys would stay over, or when I lived with you. I'm still not sure what kind of videos and stuff everyone makes, and I haven't spent much time alone with anyone in particular, so it's still kind of awkward to be one-on-one with any of the guys," You rambled a bit, fiddling with your hair nervously. Yachi lightly swatted your hand so you wouldn't ruin the style you had worked so hard on.

"Are you saying you miss us?" Nishinoya asked, leaning over the edge of the table to try and ruffle your hair. You obliged and leaned forward, laughing softly as Sugawara pulled him back into his seat.

"Of course... They don't even do movie nights or anything, they're so boring together," You pouted, looking around everyone. Hinata patted your back comfortingly.

"Good, that means you can't replace us," He declared.

"I wouldn't dream of it," You admitted, smiling. The both of you squinted at each other, suddenly deciding to do a staring contest until, once again, Sugawara reined you guys in. He shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Anyway. Kiyoko, how was your trip?" You asked, turning the topic onto your newly arrived friend. She smiled sweetly, simply informing the whole table of the runways she had participated in, and the designers she had worn.

You awed at how calmly she spoke about it. Fashion shows, runways, all that big world stuff was so common for her, but it awed almost everyone else in the group. Except for Yuu, probably, but you couldn't blame him.

“Hey, Hinata," You turned to the orange-haired male beside you, falling into your own small conversation as everyone else did. You noticed Tanaka and Kiyoko chatting absently, a knowing smile on your lips. You honestly didn't understand why they weren't already dating, considering how much they liked to talk to each other. Before you could forget what you wanted to ask your friend, you looked away from the two. "Have you been talking to Kageyama?" You asked.

"Yeah," Shoyo smiled brightly, twisting his cup in his hand absently. "We don't talk often, he's so dry..." He trails off to pull a face, like he was in agony at the thought of the dark-haired male's texting habits. "But he's not bad to talk to, and we like reminiscing about different stuff from high school," The boy informs you.

"That sounds like him..." You smiled fondly, bringing your straw to your lips to sip your tea. Hinata stares at you for a moment.

"Do you like any of them?" He asks, making you choke on the liquid in your throat. Your cheeks burn as you hit your hand against your chest, coughing up your lung and probably multiple other organs in an attempt to calm yourself. He simply laughs at your reaction, waving away the concern of your other friends. "Well? Is that a yes?" He pressed again.

"No!" You defended, your whole face practically a tomato now. Shoyo only hums, not believing you at all. Damn him for knowing you so well, he shouldn't be your best friend, the little shit.

"Okay, well, I'll make sure to send a... care package, just in case," He says, flashing another bright smile, though this one has sort of mischievous undertones.

"Tanaka and Yuu already gave me pepper spray and a self defense kit," You said, shrugging. "And handcuffs!" Tanaka chimed in upon hearing his name. You nod and look pointedly at Shoyo, as if to say 'see? i'm covered!'

"I meant for if you pursue something with any of them, numbskull," Hinata said, looking away from you to take along drink from his cup. You stick your tongue out at him playfully, shaking your head and instead engaging Tanaka with your attention. The rest of the brunch is mostly uneventful, the conversation easily picking up whenever it was stopped by arriving food or drinks. After you've all had your share and split the bill accordingly (excluding Kiyoko), the group shuffles out of the building.

“Let's go shopping!" Yachi suggests with a clap of her hands, looking at the skeptical faces of the others. "It will be fun, and we can walk off the food we ate!" She added, you took her arm, happily agreeing to her plan along with Kiyoko. After a few more minutes of convincing, the guys agreed to join you three, and the whole group set off for the shopping district nearby.

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funfacts::

kuroo and y/n both take turns being ‘simps’ for each other,, mostly it’s kuroo tho

kenma almost freaked out when kuroo considered cancelling the sushi, bc he has an addiction and is finally able to enable it

hinata monitors y/n’s posts to see which Pretty Boy comments the most and goes Protective Brother Mode if they say anything out of pocket

y/n cannot read maps so she had to ask someone nearby to tell her the address

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hello! i just finished reading ‘lovely presence’ and i loved it!! especially the reference to obi-wan having freckles all over his back and shoulders. and idk if you do blurbs or headcanons, but if you do could you maybe do a senator!reader removing obi-wan’s jedi robes after a long day in council and senate meetings and kissing obi-wan’s shoulders? and maybe she tells him that his skin looks like a pale, softer version of the brilliant night sky? like he has stars all over his shoulders? if you don’t tho it’s fine. it’s just an idea that i loved, and that i thought you might love too. love your writing!! <33

omg i don’t think you understand, i love the headcanons that involve obi-wan with freckles. it just fits so well with his character. and in case anyone was wondering, yes i will do blurbs, but for that to happen you have to send me requests!

this really should be a fic in itself, because of how long it is, but I'll still classify this as a blurb because I definitely could've written more with this concept! please enjoy! and if anyone has any requests, send them in here!

FRECKLES LIKE STARS ——————— ˚ ⋆ ⊹ * · .

➣ an obi-wan kenobi/handmaiden!reader blurb

the sun had finally sunk below coruscant’s horizon, the city planet beginning to light up golden amongst the growing dark. it was in in that dying light of day and the soft luminescence of the city and your personal senatorial chambers, obi-wan collapsed dramatically onto your bed. a soft sigh fell from his lips as the sheets and blankets and comforters enveloping him in the plush warmth and scent of you.

‘long day, my love?’ you asked, mirth at his dramatics and concern for him melding into the softness of your tone as you began to run your fingers through those ginger-brown locks that you loved so dearly.

‘yes, quite,’ obi-wan signed, the words articulate and elegant in his delicate coruscanti basic as he turned to nuzzle his face into the warmth of your thigh, the chiffon and silk of your nightgown pleasantly caressing the skin of his face as it emanated from your form in lovely, gauzy waves. ‘master plo koon faced more interference near the bith system than anticipated.’

‘oh, yes, we heard that anakin went to help and retrieve him if need be. padmé was very concerned for his safety,’ you said, hands playing about the silvery strands that infiltrated the gilded forest of auburn, brass and gold that was obi-wan’s hair and beard. ‘senator organa was rather worried as well.’

your delicate hand moved to slip below the collar of the woolen jedi cloak and cream jedi robes that covered obi-wan’s broad chest and shoulders from view, for he had forgotten to forgo the heavy materials in his exhaustion. and while obi-wan sighed at the contact, you couldn’t help but worry over the tension that seemed to lurk beneath the skin, as if every nerve in obi-wan’s lovely body was so on edge, so ready for disaster, that relaxation was not an option.

your delicate hand moved to slip below the collar of the woolen jedi cloak and cream jedi robes that covered obi-wan’s broad chest and shoulders from view, for he had forgotten to forgo the heavy materials in his exhaustion. and while obi-wan sighed at the contact, you couldn’t help but worry over the tension that seemed to lurk beneath the skin, as if every nerve in obi-wan’s lovely body was so on edge, so ready for disaster, that relaxation was not an option.

your delicate hand moved to slip below the collar of the woolen jedi cloak and cream jedi robes that covered obi-wan’s broad chest and shoulders from view, for he had forgotten to forgo the heavy materials in his exhaustion. and while obi-wan sighed at the contact, you couldn’t help but worry over the tension that seemed to lurk beneath the skin, as if every nerve in obi-wan’s lovely body was so on edge, so ready for disaster, that relaxation was not an option.

‘obi, you’re so tense, my love,’ you said, allowing your worry to weave itself into your words, wishing more than anything that your jedi would remember to take moment for himself, to soothe his wounds and worries

'I am a master of the jedi council, I'm afraid. not being tense isn't really an option, unfortunately,’ obi-wan sighed, kissing the delicate skin of your inner arm as it snaked down the front of his robes, grazing the strong musculature and bone structure that laid beneath the warm welcome of his skin.

‘i-i could give you a massage,’ you offered timidly, your hand ghosting over his prominent collar bones to the swell of his bicep, squeezing gently at the familiar parts of him.

obi-wan’s golden eyelashes fluttered open, revealing his soft, ice-blue irises which seemed to shine with starlight at your offer.

‘oh, my darling i’d love nothing more.,’ he said, his voice quiet and slightly raspy with comfort.

and with a soft shuffle, he was sitting up, eagerly awaiting the warm, calming touch of your hands - hands which were now finding their way between his jedi robes and his cloak, slipping the latter from his shoulders gently. falling down the slope of his chest, they settled about his hips and worked to loosen the utility belt before letting that fall away too. his jedi robes were the last to go, the simple cream fabric revealing a lovely sight as it fell away and on to the heap of obi-wan’s clothes: his broad, lovely shoulders covered only by the black, sleeveless fabric of his undershirt and the pale light radiating from the city planet beyond the comfort of your quarters - the light covering him in a soft light which seemed to illuminate the of spattering of freckles about his shoulders.

a blush rose to obi-wan’s face as your gaze softened at the sight of his star-freckles shoulders. his arms were lined with muscle, defining and accentuating his bone structure as a result of years’ worth of training and fighting. but those freckles which scattered along the surface of his shoulders and faded in cascades softened his defined edges, making him softly, delicately and genuinely human.

‘you’re staring, my love’ obi-wan hummed teasingly, his gently calloused hand raising to meet the lovely curve of your cheek.

‘they’re like stars,’ you hummed softly, eyes softer than the morning sun as they followed your fingers brushing delicately over the solid, comforting curve of his shoulder, caressing the star-kissed skin. ‘they’re so beautiful.’

‘darling,’ he said, his words barely above a whisper and heated with affection as a beautiful rouge painted the canvas of his cheekbones as he dipped his head, hiding behind the auburn fringe that fell into his eyes and the soft golden eyelashes that kissed his cheek with a gentleness you could only ever hope to achieve. 

‘oh don’t go all bashful on me, obi-wan,’ you teased, bringing him back into your loving orbit with a gentle hand to the back of his head and a kiss to his cheek, the roughness of the beard that decorated his jawline, his adam’s apple, his pulse, the soft line where his perfectly trimmed beard faded into the softness of his skin and finally to the freckled expanse of his shoulders- everywhere you could reach. ‘you are utterly handsome, my stars, and i know you know that - at least to some degree.’ 

‘oh, you flatter me so, darling,’ he hummed happily, eyes raising to look into your own longingly, lovingly - as though you were the only being that could hang the silvery strands of celestial entities in his eyes. 

they were only open for a moment, however before your hands began to slip down the valley in between his shoulder blades, and back up again in succession. the soft cotton of his undershirt was the only thing between your finger tips and the freckled expanse of his back, and oh, how you wished it wasn’t there. 

obi-wan, as though reading your mind, relieved himself of the final article of clothing, before throwing the pile of linen, cotton and wool in a heap on the floor, before returning himself to your loving hands, surrendering himself to the deliciously pleasant fire that flowed comfortably through his veins at your touch. 

obi-wan couldn’t help but hum his delight as your hands worked, applying gentle pressure to all his points of tension. it was all he could do to keep himself from moaning happily into the curve of your collar bone as he collapsed into a warm puddle of jedi against it. he found himelf falling, melting into you, melding his softness into your own as he fell against your shoulder, pillowy lips pressing kiss after lazily, loving kiss to your exposed skin, chiffon and silk alike. 

maker - your touch was heavenly, and you, heaven-sent. it was as though you were a creation of the force sent to his side to love him so wholly he felt as though he could fly among the stars you claimed were so beautifully replicated along the expanse of his soft skin. obi-wan was warm against your shoulder,  and melting beneath the gentle pressure of your touch. he had found eternal pleasure in your arms, nerves alight with a delicious pleasure as your fingers dug comfortingly into the tight muscle of his neck until he had melted beneath your touch.

‘oh, my darling,’ he hummed with a voice so full of comfort it had turned dark and warm in its timbre, comfortable sighs fanning against your shoulder and neck as he turned his head to kiss a fault line of affection along your shoulder and up your neck before trailing behind your ear and into the softness of your own hair. ‘whatever would i do without you.’ 

‘probably work yourself to death, my love,’ you teased lightly, smilingly softly against the forehead as you tipped his head down with gentle ghosting touches, lips placing themselves against the fiery crown of auburn that was becoming increasingly messy the longer he was in your loving presence. 

it was then that obi-wan's strong arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you up and into his lap, as he swung his legs out from beneath him. the whole time, his cerulean eyes never left your own, the eye-contact only breaking when his eyes fluttered shut to kiss the soft expanse of the skin of your own shoulders, collarbones, neck and jawline.

' I suppose that means you're stuck with me, then, darling,' he hummed, his voice soft in volume and dark and rolling like waves of pleasure as he murmured the words against your skin, lighting a fire in your heart that was so warm and so bright it would've burned the whole of kashyyyk to its core. 'because there is no way in this galaxy and the next that I would leave you alone in this universe.'

obi-wan caught your chin between a gently calloused thumb and forefinger, and settled his lips softly against the curves of your own, the softness of his beard tickling your face as you smiled into the kiss. a soft sigh escaped him and your warmth melded into his as your body curved into his for a delicate moment you wished would last forever.

but it was no more than a moment, before obi-wan's lips parted from yours, and gazed into your eyes like they held the world, like you were everything beautiful in this galaxy and he was proud to be yours -which, of course, he was.

his eyes fluttered shut once more and an expression of absolute adoration filled his features as your fingertips caressed his temples and ran into his hair, burying themselves in the auburn at the base of his neck before you rested your head against his and enjoyed the way his arms seemed to hold you even tighter to his shirtless form, his muscles rippling beneath star-kissed skin for you to feel and adore.

'perhaps,' you hummed, voice just as quite and lovely as his was only moments prior as it occupied what little air there was between you and your loving jedi. 'but being stuck with you is my life's greatest pleasure, and there's no one I would rather enjoy all the galaxy has to offer with than you, my obi-wan.'

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Idol!ATEEZ: Their s/o secretly writes fanfics pt.2

A/N: This was a request from someone who wanted to read their reactions to dirty fanfics *wiggles brows* but cba coming up with more backstories, so this’ll be a continuation of the first reaction

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WARNINGS: swearing, mature content, heavily suggestive

Part One

Kim Hongjoong:

Hongjoong made no effort to hide that he read your stories. It was as he promised; the first time he read them was not the last.

He’d been filling up his rare breaks with your works, powerful words contrasting your timid nature and no matter how many times he indulged himself in your crazy mind, Hongjoong never ceased to be amazed.

You had more sides to you than he ever could imagined.

Although, there was one thing he put off for quite some time now, and that would be reading your more popular fanfics. The fan favourites. After all, being the leader, he should know what his fans like, and as your boyfriend he should know what you crave.

Hongjoong was a smart guy despite the goofy act he put on--very similar to your intelligence and geeky-yet-quiet nature. He knew that you wanted to keep him away from the dark side of your account, not wanting to scare him away (which he would never let happen). Hence why he hadn’t gone on it since he wanted to respect your wishes to some extent.

Until now.

Hongjoong swears it was curiosity, nothing more, but deep down he knew. He still needed to see that side of you, the side you deem acceptable for a whole world of strangers to see but not him.

Drove him mad.

But he was still in denial as he chanted in his head that this was only for research purposes. Bullshit.

Late at night, when pretty much everyone had gone home and he still had some work left to do, Hongjoong decided to take a well-deserved break, lying on his sofa as he scrolled through his phone.

He was doing what he had planned--he was finally doing it and nothing made the adrenaline rush faster through his veins. He clicked on the one which had the most reads, the one that was the most popular among anything you wrote, and from the title, it appeared innocent enough.

Maybe this wasn’t the one...

Then again, you were adamant that he never read it.

“Never hurt to try...” Hongjoong mumbled, despite being the only one in the sound-proof room. He clicked on it, anticipation making him restless.

Long chapter, as usual, and everything started out fine enough. No sign of anything, nothing suggestive at all.

What was the big deal about?

The next few chapters were of a similar feel. Sweet, gentle, fluffy. But he couldn’t put his phone down, something about this story had him...unsettled. It was nothing like your usually ones--with sadistic characters and an intricate plotline.

No. This had him slightly confused. It felt too kind.

Then he carried on. And then he realised.

That was exactly your intention.

The filter you had put over the first few chapters was slowly startling to peel away, into something more twisted.

Hongjoong buzzed off this, knowing exactly that the earlier chapters were a trap, a false sense of security. How you managed to poison every reader slowly, like your words were mercury.

By the time he got to the first smut chapter in the series, he was already consumed, work forgotten . Every word felt like it sucked out a part of his soul, and the heavy themes in the scenes had him in an uncomfortable situation of rather tight jeans.

Right now, all Hongjoong wanted was you. He needed you. To do all those things you wrote, to be there with him and feel the things he was feeling.

Luckily, you were always awake at this time of night.

Just a phone call away.

Park Seonghwa:

Although he loved your shower time, there was one habit that Seonghwa didn’t like and that was you leaving your notebooks everywhere. It made his daily cleaning harder than it should’ve been.

Never did he look through them, caring too much about not invading your privacy (save for a few months ago where he accidently found out about your fanfic account on AO3). But today was a stressful day already.

All he wanted right now was to lie down with you and watch some cheesy romcoms, accompanied by some snacks. Hongjoong, ever the perfectionist, was under more stress than usual and that meant all the other members were too.

Seonghwa was the nurturing mother, and even he felt like he lacked the energy to be as such with the way things were going right now--a comeback just around the corner.

So, yes, the tall boy was quite peeved today. He needed his charger. He needed you. But you were taking your damn time in the shower and he had to pick up all your damn notebooks from the most random places.

What even was it about these notebooks that you had to buy--or try to buy--a new one every time you entered a shop? Seonghwa never understood your love for them as he had only linked the devilish little thing to his work, where Hongjoong would be composing or writing lyrics.

The last thing he needed right now was something to remind him of his job.

The stress continued to build as this argumentative thoughts accumulated in his head, causing him to drop the hardback in his hands. “Fuck’s sake,” he growled, too pissed off at the moment to notice that your book had oh-so-conveniently opened up.

When he did, however, his fiery anger cooled down at the page, which had a few words on it. Luckily for him, your handwriting was fairly neat (unlike your normal habits) so he could read your little notes.

Phrases, sentences, ideas, the plot line in general, that’s what he got from a first glance. Maybe he could have a peek, seeing as though he was exerting a lot of energy recently.

The words, the plot, everything on that page was something he did not expect. It was smut.

Surely his innocent sweetheart wouldn’t be writing those, right? He gave you the benefit of the doubt when he found out about your fanfics. But you were a sweet girl, and he had always thought you mind was as pure as your heart was.

Then again, no one’s heart is truly pure, and it wasn’t the first time you had been tainted by him.

His eyes scanned your words, finding that it was somewhat vanilla and gentle.

A sigh escaped past his lips when he found that you were still his soft-hearted princess.

Then he noticed it was an old entry. Flicked through the pages and saw that the smut scenes progressively got more frequent and dabbled a little more in the dark side of things. 

His heart plummeted. Not just because your innocence was slowly peeling away, but because he too found himself getting a little interested by it. Especially one of the last entries of that notebook, where he found himself blushing hard enough to turn his normal skin to resemble that of rubies.

Yet, he couldn’t stop.

That was until he heard your voice yelling, "Seonghwa!"

Eyes like those caught in headlights, his large hands shut the book with lightning speed. But you had already caught him snooping.

"What are you doing with my notebooks?" You cheeks a dusty rouge from both the hot water and embarrassment, you snatched away the book from his hands.

"N-Nothing! It fell and opened up and I just..." He sighed, afraid that he'd already broken your trust. "I'm really sorry..."

Exhaling softly when you saw Seonghwa looking like some sort of scolded puppy, you reached on your tiptoes to ruffle his hair. Calms him down a little.

“What,” you cleared your throat to rid your voice of fear, “what did you read?”

Now how was he going to play this? Was he going to lie and say it was only one page, or would he say that he had a peruse through the whole thing? As you had caught him already, it would not be a bad idea to tell the truth. “Um...bits and bobs. Just skipped through, really. I’m sorry.”

Smiling softly, albeit a little awkwardly, you patted his shoulder comfortingly. “It’s fine, I just... didn’t... expect you to... find out this way.”

He chuckled nervously. “Well, I’ve know for about two weeks now, about your... writing.”

“What?!”

Jeong Yunho:

One problem that you have, is that now Yunho knew you wrote fanfics, you became sloppy with hiding it. Not like there was a real need to because--as mentioned--he knew about it. How you loved to write thrillers and suspense and all there strange wacky things you’d find on a documentary about dangerous people.

Though that didn’t mean you never wrote other things as well.

Your works were obviously for a certain age and above (not like the warnings you put matter because the underage ones read it anyway), so writing the occasional smut was normal for you.

In fact, you were comfortable with it. Your personal experience with Yunho, combined with the ones you read online, all fuelled your creativity. Unfortunately, now that you became more open, Yunho had more opportunities to read what you wrote.

Not like it mattered much, you thought, because the words in your google docs were pretty much ineligible from the phrases only you could decode.

Sadly, when it came to smuts (what you wanted in them and what you didn’t), there wasn’t really a way to hide what you were talking about.

So when your tall and rather innocent boyfriend took a sneak peak at your latest entry, he was smacked in the face with the bullet points on there:

Fake dating AU

Cunnilingus

Blindfolds

Size kink

Hand kink

Sir kink

Power play

Complacent sub

(Because for some goddamn reason, every Yunho smut I’ve seen had either a hand kink or size kink...not that I’m complaining tho--)

Was this the stuff you were into? Because he certainly never never knew it. Your sex life with him had been somewhat vanilla due to the fact it only recently started and both of you were still a little too shy to branch out and dabble in other things yet.

His only thoughts until he next saw you were about this. If you were channelling your frustrations into your writing, then he could help you, right? After all, he wasn’t against trying this stuff out. It was a learning experience he was willing to go through. For you.

So when you came back from work, he sat you down on the bed, very nervous with his large hands engulfing your own. Concern would be a drastic understatement.

“Y/N?” You hummed in reply, now thoroughly scared. “I just wanted to let you know... that I’m not afraid of...expanding our experiences and neither should you be.”

Your heart dropped into the abyss of your stomach. “Y-Yunho, are you breaking up with me?”

“Wait, what?” The confusion of this situation seemed rather familiar. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. I just...” he bit his lip, still quite shy. He really didn’t know how to say this outright.

So he showed you instead.

As your eyes fell on the document of your plan for the next smut scene you had to write, your face dropped. Horror was evident in every part of your expression and he could see that.

“Yunho, I--”

“Look, there’s nothing wrong with you wanting to try some of this,” he said, before bashfully looking out the same window you had when you had been discovered. “Besides... I wouldn’t object.”

Now that the both of your faces were redder than roses, the air had become slightly more...still and heavy.

“Listen, Yunho, just so you know, I don’t often write my own preferences. But I suppose trying new things is a bad idea...”

Kang Yeosang:

Almost a year had passed since your boyfriend had found out about your writing (through your clumsy cousin, no less) and you were careful as to what you showed him.

He often helped you through tough times like writer’s block, and understood your strange little habits. Even threw you an idea once in while whenever you were struggling to think of something or even took you out--restaurants, landmarks, whatever would help.

Yeosang was looking after you.

But now? Now, he pampered you.

That had you lowering your guard. He was being so kind, so why not let him read more?

Here’s ‘why not’:

Because he kept pushing his limits. Yeosang and you never had done anything, despite the fact that both of you were living together--by your request, since you had been in quite a few bad relationships where sex was a major factor. So, for the past two years, Yeosang had been alone in his endeavours.

All his intention was to find out what you were into. That was it, he swears. Thought it might at least curb the growing need to have you begging under him--or above him--just have a small glimpse as to what was in store. Maybe even have them as company when he really needed you.

Mission Impossible, is what this felt like, buttering you up, making you feel safe and comfortable (this came naturally since he always wanted you to feel this way with him, horny or not). You were like a fortress, always giving him more but not the stuff that he needed.

So he tried the same tactic he used to get you confess.

Truth or Dare (alone, obviously).

“Seriously? Last time we did it like this, you found out my rather embarrassing secret.”

“Just answer,” he pushed, watching you carefully as you climbed into bed next to him.

“Okay... truth,” you mumbled as you buried your body between his arm and chest.

“How about ‘dare’ this time?”

Your lips released a tired chuckled. “That’s not how this works, Yeosang...” But after a long few minutes of silence, you caved into his request. “Okay, fine. Dare,” you grumbled after saying something along the lines of, “if you wanted me to do something, then just ask.”

His lips brushed against the lobe of your ear, sending electric shocks down your spine. “I dare you to send me one of your smut fics.”

‘Surprised’ wasn’t really the word you would use to describe the immense shock that hit you like a train. “No.”

“Can’t go back on a dare.”

“But that’s even more embarrassing than having you read my normal fanfics...”

“No, it isn’t. Not to me, at least.”

“Yeosang,” you whined but as it became more and more clear that he would not give up as time passed on, you caved once more. Hesitant, you pulled out your phone to scroll through your works. What was the best one to send to him, you had no idea. “Can I at least ask why?”

“Because I want to get to know you more. All of you...” That one sentence had you more excited than you’d be willing to admit.

After all, it wasn’t just Yeosang who felt alone at nights (and sometimes days) for the past two years. Arguably, it was harder for you since you used to be very...active. Hence why you had such a selection to choose from right now--it was your outlet.

Perhaps it would be best to let him see the one that had you more bothered than anything after writing it--since he wanted to get to know that side of you as well.

Finally making a decision, you handed over your phone with bated breath. What would he think? Would he be weirded out? Would he not be into any of it?

For the boy, however, it was a completely different story; he was too into it. The more he read on, the worse his boner got until he looked physically uncomfortable.

Immediately seeing the discomfort on his face, it was as if your worries became reality. Hand reached out to snatch the phone from his hand but his reflexes were much quicker than yours, pulling the slab away as he kept on reading.

By the time he finished, his breathing was heavy and ragged.

This, sadly, had only made his situation worse. Only purpose this served was to make him crave you even more. Certainly didn’t help to have you leaning over him, soft, bra-less chest beneath thin, stretchy cotton of your shirt against his bare arm, trying to see if he was alright. Definitely had you concerned seeing his pained self.

“Are you okay?”

“Not really,” he humourlessly chuckled, “didn’t know it would affect me as much as it had...”

For some reason, you leaned further down and kissed him. Whether it was because of seeing his hooded eyes or feeling the tension in his muscles as he restrained himself against your body, you didn’t care. Relief was the first thing you felt, knowing that he was just as frustrated as you when you wrote it.

No, he was worse. You could tell by the feverish movement of his mouth against yours. You could tell by the harsh grip he had on your waist. You could tell by the stiffness poking your thigh.

Yeosang pulled away with as much willpower as he could muster, while your lips chased after his. “N-No, we can’t, remember?”

Huffing, you were thoroughly pissed off at the promise you made two years ago with him when you first started out dating. “Yeosang, look at me.”

His gaze was even more reluctant, knowing very well that it would be much more difficult to have the eyes he loved so much staring back at him with as much lust as he had clouding them. But he listened.

“That promise was there so I could get to know you and see if I want to commit to this relationship, long-term, and we’ve had two years to think it--which is long enough for me.” Each hand cupped his cheeks, pulling him closer for a peck since you couldn’t handle being that touch starved anymore. “So, screw me.”

Yeosang didn’t need to be told twice.

Choi San:

It had been a little over a month and San had still not dropped his admiration. Didn’t look as if that was going to change anytime soon either, especially with one of your recent updates.

Your current story had a lot of pent up sexual tension and all your readers (your boyfriend being no exception) were at the point of begging in the notes of each update.

Finally, you decided to take mercy on all the poor folks and finally write that one scene which had them crying with gratefulness at the end.

As it was a long-awaited scene, it had to live up to high expectations. While you could do the most tooth-rotting fluff ever, that wasn’t your style. This scene needed to fit the vibe of your series so the whole bit flowed nicely.

The problem was, everything you wrote was ‘too much’. Too much fluff. Too much kink. Too much basicness. Too much weirdness. Too much awkwardness. Too much cringiness.

Unfortunately, this put you in a bit of a pickle and you were close to losing your damn mind. On the other hand, San--the caring lover he was--had noticed. Wanted to do something nice for you, not just because he could clearly tell it was a bad case of writer’s block and he wanted to you to write more things he could read, but because it hurt him a little inside to see you this frustrated.

Requested a day of, which he got considering how hard he had been working, an spent that day as your personal servant. First up was breakfast in bed--fried egg (sunny side up), beans, buttered toast, hash browns and a tall glass of cold, hand-squeezed orange juice. Not to mention a shirtless San in plaid cotton pants, the only coverage his torso receiving was the pink apron he had on.

Kissed you on the forehead and told you to take your time, then get ready or a day out while he made lunch.

The next two meals went by in a similar fashion, where he had put so much love and care for everything to be perfect for you. Your favourite sandwich and a fruit salad, water and a chocolate chip cookie before a walk in the park where you both fed the ducks in one of the nearby lakes.

Later was dinner--arguably the best one out of them all. Steak with roast potatoes, and steamed vegetables (much to San’s dislike, but he withstood it for you). The day’s activity had you more than tired, cheeks aching slightly from smiling too much. Then again, you didn’t even notice because all you could think about was how lucky you were to land yourself such an amazing boyfriend.

Even after dinner, he continued to treat you like the royalty you were in his eyes. Offered a nice massage to relieve the past week’s tension all pent up in your poor muscles. It was innocent enough...

Until it wasn’t any more.

Despite the cloths thrown about everywhere on the bed, neither of you had motioned to clean up and San had instead opted to run you a bubble bath. Scented candles and all. It was more relaxing than you had imagined it to be, and by the time your face rested on San’s now-clothed torso--both of you wrapped snuggly up--you fell asleep.

The man loved the sight, and for once, he actually enjoyed running after you, making sure your every need was fulfilled whether you expressed it or not.

Because throughout the day, you were the happiest he had seen in a while, and all his efforts let up to this sight: you cuddled up close with that beautiful, enchanting smile faintly on your plush lips that he had so gently attacked not two hours ago.

He found himself loving you even more; a pleasant surprise as he had thought his cup was close to overflowing.

Two days later, he found himself falling even deeper when you had finally posted your latest chapter. San found himself grinning by the end of it--a little turned on, but more happy than anything.

Because San’s magic had worked. Cured your painful writer’s block since the words simply flowed as you typed the scene that had been causing you hell.

And whole chapter was awfully similar to that special day when San decided to take care of you.

Just tweaked a little so it would be more smut than it was fluff, adding just the right amount of sweetness that allowed your story to continue to flow perfectly.

Which was why San had been more joyous than usual the past week.

You were a perceptive person so you caught the change in his usual demeanour rather quickly. The source of it, however, was beyond you (he was good at hiding his knowledge of your secret). Any reason you tried to pin down on him was a little off.

Stress? No, he was too happy for that. Upcoming event? None that you knew of, and he shared everything of importance with you. Feeling happy just because? San was the more emotional out of the two of you and none of his moods lasted this long.

So what was it?

It was frustrating to say the least, but your boyfriend wasn’t letting it out. And you don’t think he ever will.

“Oh well,” you mumble, “can’t be that bad if he’s so happy...”

Song Mingi:

The boys had made a pact when they began to read your stories: no reading smuts with the group. This was fairly easy since they would normally be oneshots and you generally weren’t one to write them often into your series. On the odd occasion you did, you often put up a warning and explained straight after if there were any important bits.

All in all, very easy to avoid.

Mingi was a gigantic baby, and with babies, comes curiosity. A sense of need to know what’s happening. An insatiable thirst for knowledge and experience. Suppose what is trying to be said here is, is that Mingi wanted to read the explicit stuff you wrote.

What went on inside that wonderous brain of yours, he wanted to find out. But he couldn’t do that with the boys, nor did he want to. No chance in hell he was gonna be caught with an awkward boner.

Never would he live that one down.

So his plan commenced at night, when everyone in the dorms were fast asleep, he opened up his phone.

Now would normally come the dilemma of what to read, but Mingi is not that patient; as mentioned before, he is a giant baby. The first post he found that fit his criteria was the one that he read. Coincidently, that was result of your ‘experimental’ ones.

Using metallic things wasn’t something you had tried yet with Mingi, but you though you’d take it for a test run through your work to at least see it clearly how it would run if something like that was to happen. Sometimes, you found, it’s makes more sense to write it out rather to keep in your head.

On the other hand, Mingi didn’t really know that your writings stemmed from mild curiosity rather than what your really into (not that you would particularly mind trying some of it out). In his head, this was what you wanted to do.

He’d be lying if he said that the idea wasn’t much of a turn on, and the time he  spent trying not to make a sound loud enough to wake up the other members would prove that. To him, this is was your wish and he would gladly comply to it.

The next day, he decided to run along with the theme, but to also add in a few twists of his own. You often liked that, both in and out of the bedroom.

Went out to buy some new rings for you, larger ones decorated with pretty gems for his pretty baby (even though he was one himself). Handcuffs, too, were ordered online, and a silver-chain choker--he made sure to double check it was safe to use. Next up was a little metal ball--he got this idea from the pokey challenge and something called the ‘passion fruit kiss’ on snapchat. Either way, he was excited to try it.

Babies like Mingi, as mentioned, have little patience and so he wanted to try it out as soon as possible, so the moment everything came, he quickly sterilised everything and waited for you to come home.

Made sure each metal piece was cold to the touch by keeping it in the fridge, and had a rolled up black silk tie stuffed in his pocket to act as a makeshift blindfold.

Sensory deprivation was the ‘twist’ he wanted to put on, since you both had tried something similar before with ice cubes and that went quite well...until it became too cold for Mingi’s mouth and that plan had to be scrapped sooner--hence fridge, for a little bit of coldness.

When you finally arrived, he looked like an excited puppy, and you had no idea why. Until he spun you around and tied a soft cloth over your eyes. “Mingi, I’m really tired and I just--”

“Shhhhh,” Mingi lulled right next to your ear, warm breath fanning over the nape of your neck which felt more sensitive than usual, “trust me?”

Sigh escaping past your lips, because yes, of course you trusted him. And now that you felt slightly more awake from his action, maybe you were willing to hear him out. ”Baby, what are you doing?”

Chuckling that followed your question was deeper than normal. Had it always been like that or was it your mind playing tricks on you? Either way, he didn’t answer and all you had heard was the fridge opening.

“Seriously, baby, what are you doing?” Now you were just nervous, all intentions of a lazy evening down the drain as your heart sped up.

It closed, and shortly after your lips were met with his, a faint taste of strawberry attached to them. Then something smooth and cold slipped past from him to you.

The metal ball was passed between the two of you in a playful game of which only your boyfriend knew the rules of.

When he could tell your guard was down and now you became a little more comfortable, Mingi slowly took your hands behind your back.

You had not paid attention, but you should have. Cold, tight restraints pressed against your skin, shockwaves making you gasp from the low temperature. But Mingi kept on going, kissing you to ease your tension.

Two metal things, so there must be a third, right? You knew about people’s strange obsession with threes so you completely expected another cold metal object to come into play. But the question was, what?

You soon found out when a thick chain choker brushed against your neck, clasping around it snuggly. This was it. This was the third and final one. And your suspicions seemed correct when you had not felt another chilly accessory grace your skin.

You wouldn’t have, not when the coldest of all the items--the rings--were being slipped onto your boyfriend’s fingers. You were in for a surprise in just a few moment.

Needless to say, there was only one thought swirling around in your head.

Maybe he isn’t that much of a baby.

Jung Wooyoung:

Ever since Wooyoung found out your fanfics were not about him, but his favourite K-Pop band, BTS, he had been...difficult. Moping around, trying to play for your attention a lot more than normal, not letting you have some peace of quiet with your computer.

It was almost as if he was jealous. You knew how needy the boy could be, wanting skinship with you more than he did with San. Knowing that you were fawning over men that weren’t him had certainly done something to him.

But Wooyoung knew you were no-nonsense. The complete opposite of him. It was exactly why he fell for you, and it was exactly why he wasn’t being as petty as he wanted at the moment.

He knew deep down you were his and he was yours.

Then again, that still didn’t stop him from feeling jealous, and had even gone so far as to decrease the amount he listened to BTS’ songs--especially around you.

At first, you didn’t notice the change since Wooyoung was often spontaneous so his behavioural pattern was difficult to decipher. Eventually there came a point where the clinginess increased so much, you couldn’t feign ignorance anymore.

Looking back, maybe you should not have burst his bubble and let him think that your fanfics were about him... Actually, no; either way, the moment he found out about your hobby, it was going to be hell. But now you just feel bad.

Yet, you don’t feel bad enough to stop. You never actually fantasised about being with them--it was just fun to write about. Clearly, he didn’t understand.

Your boyfriend seemed to be at his tipping point when he came back to you after a long day of dance practices that went sideways, typing away intently on your computer.

This was his time. You usually spend time with Wooyoung when he came back, but you were too busy to comfort him in his desperate time of need. Too busy with fantasising about Taehyung’s large hands or Namjoon’s dimpled smile.

Wooyoung was as cute as Hoseok and Jungkook. He had a unique laugh like Seokjin and was as flirty as Jimin.

He had all your favourite qualities in a partner so why spend time thinking about other men? He was literally right there, begging for your attention and yet, now it seemed as if you gave him none (which wasn’t true since the only thing you’ve done is become less secretive about writing).

When his attempts at distracting you from writing had fail, he tried to see what exactly it was you were writing about. Unfortunately, you had tried to hid it from his sight; the only thing that helped in doing was pissing him off even further.

Only after a tough struggle did he finally see what you had been so focused on that you had neglected him.

It was more BTS fanfic, but this one was worse. This one had him fuming--skin hot red and ears pooling out steam. This one was smut.

It was about no other than Yoongi, and by God, was it a rough.

That was how you liked it, and so did Wooyoung. Probably why he was so angry while reading about mirror sex with one of his fellow idols; you were just twiddling your thumbs in the corner, not sure about how badly your boyfriend was going to burst.

Wooyoung, no matter how mad he was, he had to admit... it did turn him on. Although, he was a prideful boy--not liking how you thought about others and more importantly, how threatened he felt while reading it.

Suddenly realising that it wasn’t enough just being all the perfect parts you liked (even if it came naturally to him).

He had a point to prove; Wooyoung could go beyond your wildest fantasies--and boy was it a wild fantasy.

Throwing your phone haphazardly somewhere (making you wince in prayer that it was not broken), your boyfriend gripped you by the wrist and dragged you across the room. You had barely enough time to realise what he was doing, only feeling a cold surface against your back as his lips ravished yours.

At some point, he broke away--lips swollen and slightly more red than normal. To say the sight had not affected you more than you already were would be a lie.

Still not giving you enough time to speak, Wooyoung turned you around so you could finally see what he had you pressed against.

A mirror.

If an idea of what he was planning hadn’t dawned on you, having his fingers tug at your clothes certainly gave you one now. His free hand had clasped around your jaw, making you look right into your reflection, seeing how your boyfriend’s lips were dangerously close to your ears as he looked at you dead in the eye through the mirror.

“Let me show you that I can be better than your imagination. Let me show you that you need to think about no one but me. Let me show you how good you’ll feel and who is the sole reason behind it.”

Yes, Wooyoung has all your favourite qualities in a partner while exceeding all expectations. That’s why you’re dating him.

Choi Jongho:

Ever since the release of your first movie and publication of the book it was based on, your career had blossomed. Finally, you quit the job that had been draining the life out of you to work full time at the publishing company.

Everyone around you could tell you were much happier, and the one who noticed it the most was Jongho.

Sure, your eyes were less sunken in, your cheeks more red, your step more bouncy. But he could feel that you changed on the inside too.

Your smile didn’t feel so forced after you came back from work and he had asked you how the day was. Now, your boyfriend found himself talking less and listening more to what you had to say.

If there was an expression more powerful to describe how he loved this happier version of you, he would use it in a heartbeat.

Sure, there were still times when the both of you couldn’t hang out as much as you would like to, but that was always in the job description, and the both of you were more than happy with it as long as the bed had both of you in it at the end of the day, both metaphorically and literally.

Then came along your second movie deal of a completely different story. In fact, it was based upon a movie you had watched at the time, and you hated it so much that you simply redid the entire thing.

In fact, it had irked you to the point no one could even tell it was based off of something since you had changed so much of it. However, there were still concepts you kept in the story--intimate scenes, for example (even if they too were completely changed).

You wrote such concepts before, and you would continue to do so since it was just interesting to write. Jongho, however, did not know about it.

At all.

So once your second movie was released, he was in for a surprise.

It was miraculous how terrible your memory was, since you had forgotten that you had not told him about the scene that would come up as you both watched it at home just before it’s release in the cinemas.

‘Surprise’ wasn’t really the word Jongho would use when it did come up, nor would it be ‘shock’. He was... mildly curious? Not that either... Well, all he knew that whatever he was feeling was not overwhelming.

“Did you know they changed this scene?” you spoke up.

“Really?”

Humming, you nodded your head. “They said the original scene was... Let’s just say they thought it was ‘too much’.” Then you scoffed under your breath. “Don’t know why they thought that though. It was fairly vanilla. Just some wall sex is all,” you confessed.

Now he felt a little overwhelmed. But he was mainly amused. “I don’t remember doing that with you.”

“Hmm? Oh... that’s because we didn’t.”

Chuckling under his breath, he cocked his head to the side, the paused scene in the background long forgotten. “Have you ever wanted to try it?”

“Once upon a time. Suggested it to my ex once before but he couldn’t lift me up since I was ‘way too heavy’,” you recalled with air quotations. “Didn’t bother trying after that.” You laughed at the memory, finding it to be hilarious back then and even now.

But your boyfriend on the other hand had not. In fact, he was no longer amused.

He was pissed.

It wasn’t about the fact that you had mentioned your ex--he never felt even remotely threatened by him. It was because he had called you heavy. He called his precious darling ‘heavy’. And you just laughed.

That was who you were--no matter how mean another person was being to you, you took it as a joke and moved on. You saw no point in dwelling over the bad, and that was one of the many genuine things he had fallen for. This time was different; it annoyed him.

Sure it might have been a dumb little memory for you, yet simply hearing about it had his blood boiling.

“Get up.”

“Wha--why?” The dark look in his eye had your lips sealing within the second. As if on autopilot, your body stood from the sofa you two were so comfortably perched on.

He followed you up, wrapping his hands around the back of your thighs, which only meant one thing. “Jongho--no. You won’t be able to.”

“Am I or am I not the strongest man you’ve ever met?”

“You are, but--”

“‘But’ I don’t care.” Forcefully, he lifted you up as you yelped, legs wrapping around his waist. “See? I can pick you up completely fine.”

Scanning his face, you saw that what he said was true. He picked you up as if you were as light as a feather, no tension in his neck, face, or arms to suggest he was having a hard time either.

It had you leaning against him, forehead touching forehead, laughing even more than you did before. Smile once again etched on his face, Jongho pecked your lips, walking slowly with you in his arms.

“Now shush and let me fuck you against the wall.”

[quietmyfearswith]

come home to my heart {stucky x fem!reader}

status — completed oneshot

word count — 1,477 words

warnings — none really

pairing — stucky x fem!reader; bucky barnes x fem!reader x steve rogers (tho no stucky action in this)

a/n —took a break from the smutty and tried to write something fluffy,, might write some clark kent or sherlock soon idk lmao,, also my askbox is open for any messages !! hope u all have a wonderful day and are safe !!

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The relaxing sound of Lorde’s voice filled the deafening silence of the living room — distracting Y/N of her thoughts that were filled with negativity.

She had been told by her boyfriends that some time during the day they would return home following  their deployment in Armenia for 2 months. Upon initially finding out how long she would be away from them, she was extremely dejected but if it meant preventing terror and violence from prevailing, she was willing to put aside the sadness she felt and instead cheered her beloved super soldiers on and bid them good luck and safety on their journey. 

And after worrying and praying for not only their safety, but also the success of their mission, they were finally coming back home to her. Luckily, she had the next two days off and she planned to use them solely to catch up with her lovers. 

Humming along the song, she stood up as she heard the silent ding of the oven and pulled the garlic bread that Steve loved to pair with the carbonara she had just cooked. Setting it down on the table, she placed it beside the cinnamon buns that she had also taken the time to bake earlier since she knew with Bucky having such a sweet tooth, he’d be craving to eat something sweet.

Just as she was heading back to loveseat she was previously planted herself on she heard the rattle of keys and shuffling of heavy feet; soon enough the door did open to reveal the two bulky men covered in dirt and grime, but still managed to greet her with a bright smile. Quickly padding her way to them, she opened her arms and tried her best to wrap her arms around their enormous figures, feeling incredibly happy to have them finally home with her.

As she was pressed against their figures, Steve chuckled, “Hug us any more we’re gonna pass off our dirt to you, baby.” She looked at them with doting eyes and only in that moment did the two soldiers realize how much they missed looking at their best girl. “If getting in the bath with you means that I get to make up for the lost time, then I wouldn’t mind at all.” With that, Bucky dropped his bags on the floor and immediately carried her bridal style, smirking when she squealed at being hauled off the ground, “Well what are waiting for then? Let’s all get to the bathtub already!”

Shaking his head at Bucky’s silly antics, Steve found himself trailing behind them as the latter carried their girl up the flight of stairs. Truly, he misses being home and somehow every time he returns from a prolonged mission, he learns to cherish every moment he gets to spend time with his loved ones.

Upon arriving at the master bathroom, he smiled at how Y/N was filling up the tub with water and Bucky was undressing as he searched for the bubble bath bottle. The super soldier honestly hated bath bombs and preferred having a simple bubble bath — for this also enabled all three of them to be childlike once they played in the tub.

Getting in after the tub had been filled with enough water, Y/N smiled at Bucky as he dropped a generous amount of the mixture and moved to sit beside her. Steve joined them last, having turned on his relaxing playlist and once he went in, immediately snuggled their beloved girlfriend.

“Do you have any intentions of sharing her punk? I missed her too, you know,” Bucky jokingly pouted to which the first avenger shook his head. Y/N opened her arms, inviting the metal armed man to cuddle between her arms and he did so with a smile.

The three of them stayed like that for a while, entangled in each other’s embrace, the soothing voice of Frank Sinatra being the only noise they hear, while the warmth that radiated between their skin and the water being the only thing they felt.

“I’m really glad the both of you came home safe,” the girl lowly mumbled as her lips were pressed against Steve’s forearms. She could never get used to the both of them going away for periods of time and having to constantly worry about their well-being. Despite knowing that what they’re doing is for the greater good, she still can’t help herself to overthink, and more often than not she sees herself picturing the worst scenarios possible.

“We’re here now love,” Steve assured her as he rubbed her comfortingly. Tapping on Bucky’s chest, she signaled for her to get off and with a pout, the man did comply and looked at her puzzled, “Sit beside Steve, I’m gonna wash you both.”

Reaching for a loofa, she put some soap in it and dipped it briefly in the water. She made her way to Steve’s lap first and began on to scrub his shoulders first. Then down his bulging arms in which she playfully squeezed to which both men chuckled at how she made a silly face when she did so. After making sure both his arms were covered in soap, she proceeded to pay attention to his pecs, but before doing so she placed a gentle kiss on them; which resulted in the man’s heartbeat becoming fast, touched by her affection.

When her fingers started to touch the sides of his stomach, right where his stretch marks were, he began to tense. After being injected with the serum, he had stretch marks due to how his body had changed. Though at first one wouldn’t notice it, it added to Steve’s multitude of insecurities. Their love, however, seemed to not see it as a flaw of his character.

Placing a small kiss to his lips she assured him, “I’d kiss that spot but then I wouldn’t be able to breathe with all the water,” her small giggle was something he reciprocated, “Maybe later okay?” He nodded, eyes glued to where she was now pressing the loofa against his legs.

Bucky watched with adoration with how their girl was treating them, and as she climbed on his lap after putting soap on the loofa he saw her bright smile and began working on cleaning the filth and exhaustion off his body. Unlike with Steve, she first started with his chest and stomach, after she proceeded to soap up his arms.

When it came to his shoulders, she washed first the side that carried his metal arm. It was a natural reaction — one he could not help — but when the pads of her fingers grazed the scars, he hissed and closed his eyes. But he quickly opened his eyes upon feeling her soft lips litter kisses on the scars. His eyes had tears peeking out of them by the time she stopped placing tender kisses on them and was now scrubbing his shoulder and the rest of his body.

As she busied herself in rinsing her two boyfriends, they both sat there in awe — knowing that they got to come home to someone who greatly cares and looks after them soothed their bruised and broken soul. Her affection towards the insecurities of their bodies made them feel more proud of them. That if this embodiment of an angel loves and accepts them, what should they be worried for?

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Bucky said after she was done, which led to her tilting her head to the side in confusion. Steve chuckled and placed a kiss on where her eyebrows were furrowed, “For taking care of us,” he explained for Bucky.

Her face smoothed out once he explained, “Of course, you know I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure you’re both happy and safe.” Moving forward, she placed a sweet kiss on each of their lips.

“You don’t know how much what you did meant to us, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered lowly against her hair as he pulled her chest to rest against his, wrapping her in his warm embrace, “Kissing and caressing our scars and stretch marks, being gentle as you wash us, cooking and baking us a meal — like a doting wife you are.” 

Her giggle vibrated against his chest, her hand reaching for Steve’s calloused ones, bringing it to her lips and pressing kisses on them, “I might be an ordinary girl, but I’m gonna make sure I make you both feel all my love for the both of you.”

Steve and Bucky could feel their hearts break and mend back again with how much they were being loved and cared for. Tapping on her hand, Steve moved to stand up from the tub to prevent the tears that were threatening to escape his eyes, “Well come on, let’s dry off and eat the meal our doting wife prepared.”

[weirdochick56]

Mr. Evans II- Chris Evans AU Chapter Eleven

Teacher!Chris Evans x Student!Reader

Warnings: Explicit language. SMUT. DIRTY DIRTINESS.

Disclaimers: I don’t condone relationships of this kind, this is for entertainment purposes only. Please be gentle on my word-porn.

Word Count: 5, 347 words

A/N: This shit got dirty REAL quick. As I was writing it, I was so fucking confused by what my fingers were typing lmfaoooo. Also this story is nearly coming to an end and IDK what the hell im gonna do after. PLEASE stay safe and healthy y’all! 

Read Chapter Ten here!!

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You take a long gulp of the bottle.

“It’s like I’m stuck, you know?” You say looking off into the water. “Like I don’t know how to exist or move forward or hell, even back.”

Noah, the guy you’d met at the pool, nods in understanding, taking a sip from the bottle. “Yeah. I get that, but your situation is hella complicated. I get why.”

“I guess I just have never felt one hundred percent in it, you know? Like I could never fully let myself be happy because at any moment that shit could burn down. I’ve always felt like someone was out to get us, like all the fucking odds were stacked against us,” you mumble, shivering when a breeze swishes past the dark night.

It’s been a while since you had met Noah and he was a pretty cool dude. You just clicked- it was just like that with some people you know? You just get along from the get-go. You got to talking, slowly downing the bottle in the process of course and the more time ticked by, the more your tongues loosened.

You didn’t like to play into stereotypes or anything, but you were almost entirely sure Noah wasn’t one-hundred percent straight. But maybe that was just you.

You were at a healthy buzz right now but that wasn’t gonna last long at the rate you were chugging from the bottle.

“You wanna be with him?”

You sigh, hating that there wasn’t even a little doubt in your mind or heart at the question. “I do. But I don’t know how to go about it, you know? It’s all just so jumbled for me.”

Noah releases a little sigh, laying down on the cold gravel. “I know right? It’s like you love someone so much but you also know that being with them could be dangerous, no only to you but to the life you’ve built around yourselves individually. So it’s hard between choosing everyone else or your own selfish ass.”

You glance at him, raising your brows. “From personal experience?”

He laughs but it’s a bit strained- dry. “Yeah. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly uh- straight.”

“What?! I had no idea!” You mock gasp.

“Shut up.” He laughs, slapping your arm playfully. “Yeah well, he’s actually the most beautiful human being I’ve ever met. But we’re keeping it on the dL. Neither of our parents is exactly supportive. Mine are still a bit touchy even though they’re starting to tolerate the fact that their son is gay and his- well they have no idea. If they did that situation would go awry real quick.”

You sigh, laying your head drunkenly on his shoulder. “Aw, I’m so sorry Nini.”

He laughs, casually wrapping an arm around you. “Oh? Is that my new nickname?”

You nod. “Yep.”

“You know something, Nini?” You suddenly mumble in a slur.

“What?”

“You’re not selfish for loving him- whoever he is. You’re brave.”

“Yeah? And why do you say that?” He hums.

You take the bottle from his grasp, taking a long drink. When you’re done, you sluggishly wipe your lips.

“Because I’m a fucking coward,” you mumble shakily. “I’m so fucking scared of feeling. I just shut down like a robot,” you confess, quietly chuckling. “I numb myself so that I don’t have to face the reality of it all. You face that shit head-on. You’re staying and fighting for your love. That’s super admirable.”

Noah rubs your arm comfortingly. “Thanks.”

You nod, swishing your feet in the water. “It’s true. I wish I could just be with him.”

“Then be with him,” Noah says, simply.

Just like that. As if it were that straightforward.

“It’s not that easy. There’s so many things to consider.“

“Let me ask you a question,” he quickly quips. “Do you love him? Like really truly love him?”

You swallow harshly, gripping the bottle tightly in your hands. “With every fiber in my body.”

Noah nods firmly. “Then that’s it. And listen, I’m going to be honest because it sounds like everyone in your life has been lying to you and telling you basically all you need is love to make it work. It’s not. Relationships are hard fucking work. Especially if it’s one people will have a variety of feelings on. It takes effort, time, sacrifice and you know where all that comes from?”

“Where?” You pout drunkenly.

“From you. You have to be sure you want it you have to be willing to stay and fight. But you also need love. Without love, there’s nothing. If you’re sure you want to be with him, if you think your love is worth it, then I say go for it. It doesn’t have to be this huge announcement either. It’s your relationship- it’s there for no one else but you two. If you feel comfortable later on, then do sure you can tell people.”

You ponder on his words drinking more tequila, before finally speaking in a defeated tone. “I’m scared.”

He shrugs. “Life is really just one big risk you either choose to take or not. Plus, it’s like I told you; relationships are hard work. You have to keep working at it. Even when it gets hard.” He licks his lips. “He gave an ultimatum and from what you told me, you’re not going to be here for much longer. So not to pressure you or anything, but if there was ever a time to act this feels like it’s it.”

Maybe he’s right.

*

Needless to say, by the time Noah walks you home, you’re both absolutely hammered. You make sure to call him a taxi because it was late at night and you also make him promise to text you once he got there.

After he’s gone words keep ringing around in your head over and over and over again. And so do Margo’s. In fact, you felt like you were flying on a cloud of thoughts all whirling and detaching and stringing together back again.

You start replaying everything in your head- your whole relationship. From the start to now. Like a movie.

And your heart breaks even more because you realize right there and then that at some point, the movie suddenly stops.

The movie stops.

It hits you that you’ll have no idea how it ends. What’ll happen with you two. Where you’ll end up.

For some odd fucking reason, it makes you feel sick to your stomach to think about it that way, and your skin crawls. If you let him go, you’ll never him know how the movie ends... the thought tortures you slowly to sleep as it goes round and round in your noggin, pounding you with unbearable guilt and anxious thoughts.

When you do fall asleep, though, you have a strange dream that night. Or more like you have a nightmare.

You’re standing in your room and it’s just like it was when you went to sleep that night, except that on the other side, the usual long hallway isn’t there anymore. There’s only darkness.

Your anxiety kicks up because you know what the darkness is without even touching it.

It’s the not-knowing. The pitch-black emptiness which you’re expected to walk into blind. Fucking alone.

You start hyperventilating when the pressure to walk into it becomes too much, thrashing harshly against the invisible force pushing you into it. Screaming, salty tears, kicking...

It’s all too much. Your breathing is labored and your skin burns with hot tears.

And then suddenly and like a warm blanket- two muscular arms wrap around you from behind, tugging you into a hard chest.

Chris, your mind instantly whispers.

He easily tugs you back towards the room, hugging you to his front tightly.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

And in that moment of terror, with his familiar scent and soothing voice and tight embrace, he’s safety. He’s warmth and familiarity.

...he’s home. Your home.

You just lay there with him, holding each other.

The next image flashes by instantly and suddenly the darkness is back. But this time you don’t panic...because Chris is right there with you, holding your hand. And for some reason, you know -you’re one-thousand present sure- he won’t let go.

He rubs his thumb softly over your thumb, looking at you with those alluring blue eyes of his, that soft yet capturing gaze that made you feel all fuzzy.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you. I’m here. I’ll always be here.” He repeats his earlier sentence.

You wipe happy tears. “I’ve got you too.”

He smiles adoringly down at you, smile lines crinkling endearingly at the corners. “I know.”

And without a second’s thought you plunge straight into the darkness.

You gasp loudly, sitting straight up in bed. Your heart races, thumping harshly against your rib cage as beads of sweat trod carefully down your temple and side of your face.

Click.

Something in you suddenly clicks and it all becomes clear. 

Was that all that was needed for realization to hit you? A single moment? A single split second in which the fog clears? A split-second where your vision suddenly elevates and the whole landscape is all there? The whole picture is laid out before you? 

It’s early in the morning and you wince when the bright light of an early day hits you in the face, flopping over in bed.

You reach for your phone on the nightstand, quickly unlocking it before checking your contacts. You have a new text message. You click on it.

Hey, Hermosa. I got home okay. Thanks for the taxi, lol.

You smile gently, typing back.

Yeah np, Nini. Thanks for the advice. Needed it.

Your phone buzzes.

Ngl, kinda shocked we still remember that. Lmfao. Ur welcome tho.

You groan softly into your pillow when your head starts aggressively throbbing.

Sobriety sucks butt.

*

“Honey, are you okay?”

Your dad and Kennedy watch you as you haphazardly stuff your face with bacon and eggs then gulf it all down like a dog- brows raised and jaws slack.

Downing your warm coffee in one go, you get up, pushing the chair back with a loud screech and almost trip running over to the sink to put your dishes inside.

“Yes. I’m good. There’s just something urgent I have to go take care of,” you rush out, leaning down over them and giving each a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“I love you guys!” You yell, already half outside and still pulling on one of your sneakers as you clumsily hopped around.

You slam the door shut, running off as soon as you finish putting on the shoe.

Your head pounds inside your skull even having downed three aspirins and having a warm shower and your breakfast swishes inside your stomach with your harsh sprinting but you don’t stop.

Not until you reach his house.

You don’t think. Just feel. Feel how right this was. You’re done being scared of loving who you love. You had what you had and it was what it was, but what you had was him.

Chris.

All this time, he said you were his light. You were his angel.

But really he was your light. He was your angel.

You needed him just as much as he needed you- if not more.

Fuck everyone else.

This was yours. He was yours and you were his and you were done fighting it. Officially.

You had the realization that before, you’d always been just the tiniest bit reluctant. You subconscious put up your own walls to protect your heart, never fully allowing yourself to work on your relationship, never fully giving your energy to it.

But not anymore. No more walls. Just you. Just you, your love and a foundation for a fresh start.

You were exhausted- not of life or him or of the curveballs it keeps throwing your way. You’re tired of fighting yourself.

That’s the real fight you’ve been having this whole time. With yourself. You’re your own damn enemy. And isn’t that fucking tiring?

But you’re done. 

Knocking loudly on the door, your chest inflated with so many emotions and with adrenaline pumping through your veins, you tug at your short shorts, hating that this was the first thing you saw and threw on.

Unfortunately, the next thing you saw was a short ass crop top so you were basically running around in your underwear.

You freeze out the nerves as soon as they start to set in when footsteps pad your way. None of that.

When Chris opens the door, you nearly fall over.

He gives you a once-over, his hair messy, and dark bags under his eyes. “Sweetheart what-“

You stare at him for a few seconds as does he, eyes wide and lips parted.

“Chris,” you breathe.

But you catch yourself and before you know it, you’re spilling all your damn beans right on his front porch.

You needed to. You had to get this off your chest or you would go absolutely insane.

“Chris before you say anything, I just want to apologize. I’ve been a huge fucking hypocrite. But I realize my mistakes and I-“ you laugh incredulously, looking at him. “I just want to be with you,” you mumble meekly, your voice low. 

Not because you didn’t mean it, but because you were terrified of his reaction. 

His eyes soften and he opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. 

“No, stop. I just need to finish what I have to say, okay? You were right. You scare me. What we have scares me. But I’m not willing to let you go just because I’m scared. I-” you swallow tears back down. “Being scared isn’t an excuse to let you go. God, I’ve never felt emptier in my life than these past few weeks. Not even when I was gone for two years. At least then I knew I was faraway from you. That I was somewhat safe from all these...feelings.” You gulp. “But being here-“ you shake your head. “Knowing that you’re just a few blocks away- I just want you to hold me, to make love to me, to love me in the way only you know how to.” You chuckle breathlessly. “God, I am so in love with you. Y-you complete me. You make me better- you’re the best fucking person I know. And I know I’ve been an asshole to you, or well let’s be honest we both have, but I guess mostly me- um anyway. I just- I’m here to stay.” You sigh softly, letting the words roll of your tongue like a vow. 

“I’m here to stay,” you repeat softly but firmer this time, swallowing thickly at the sweet after taste.

You’re panting by the time you’re done, both thanks to the running and the little speech you just gave, but your gaze never leaves his. Not for the whole five minutes, he just stands there, looking at you with glimmering eyes.

“Chris?” You whisper.

“Say that again,” he breathes.

“Say what?” You frown.

“Tell me you love me again,” he mumbles, a single tear sliding down his cheek.

You smile a little, looking him in the eye. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” you repeat breathlessly. “I’m here to stay- if you’ll let me that is,” you add on in a clumsy, sheepish way.

He smirks, instantly yanking you into a hug. His arm wraps around your waist and head and your arms slither their way around his broad back. You melt into him, half with delight and half with relief. 

The embrace says all the things you weren’t strong enough to say, it was passionate, warm, loving, fierce. You slid into eachother like to puzzle pieces. Like you were meant to be there- in eachother’s arms. 

Chris holds you tighter to him, using your trembling body, which you hadn’t even noticed was shaking, as an excuse you stuff his nose into your hair and press your chest to his.

“I missed you,” he breathed into you- easy as air. A breath he’d been holding for far too long and needed to release.

A breath that, once uttered, made you instantly freeze. 

You slowly parted away from him so you could properly peer into his eyes and because you have no idea how much being back with him was going to be for you emotionally. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, tears sprouting from your eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just scared. I’m always scared.” 

He shakes his head at you, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “I get it, sweetheart. I was scared too. But we’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

He holds his arms out again, but catches himself before wrapping them around you and pulling you to him entirely, the question clear in his eyes; was this okay?

This embrace wasn’t like the one a few moments ago, this one was cautious because you were walking new ground. A ground that was undiscovered but all the same exciting. 

A ground that was the foundation for a new path to happiness. A new beginning. 

You simply nod in response, too tired to try to fight your need for his warmth off.

He wastes no time pulling you to his chest- nice and tight and you instantly hug him back, loving the feeling of safety and warmth you felt there.

You realize that no matter where you go or who you’re with, nothing will ever feel like being in his arms. Nothing will ever feel like home. Not like him.

His hold tightens on you- like he’s afraid of letting you go and you tighten your own hold to signify your own heightened emotions. 

The buzzing in your skin, the racing of your heart, the flush of your face, the fluttering of your tummy- all the emotions that made you feel like there was endless hope and warmth and good in the world- you missed it all. 

You listen to his slightly accelerated heartbeat and nestle your head against his chest. “So we fight?”

He heaves a heavy exhale. “We fight.”

You lick your dry lips, taking a deep breath. “Okay.”

He pushes you back slightly, brows raised. “Really?”

You can’t help but smirk a little bit. “I think I still have a little bit more fight left in me.”

*

You shift in his arms, resting your head on his chest an adjusting the leg you’d hastily thrown over his waist.

After your talk, you’d agreed that a little alone time was in order. So you threw yourselves onto his bed and did what anyone in your position -with unspent sexual frustration and endless simmering desire between your souls- would do and cuddled.

“Sweetheart,” he begins, twirling another strand of your hair in between his fingers.

“Hmm?” you mumble drowsily, drawing a new pattern on his chest with your fingertips.

“Do you love me?”

You pause, brows furrowing. Leaning up on your elbow, you peer down at him. “What?”

He smiles a little. “You heard me.”

“Why do you ask?” You blush bright red.

He chuckles, brushing a hand against your cheek. “Well, I’m not like you, angel. I actually need to hear the words. Again,” he adds cheekily.

You stare at him blankly for a few seconds, contemplating his face. He was perfect. Even the small dips or indents on his skin. Every sharp and soft line, every curve and dip and area of soft flesh.

Beneath you, his muscles strained against his soft pajamas and his warmth surpassed layers of skin and clothing in order to deep into your bones, warming you entirely.

But that wasn’t what made him beautiful. No. 

It was the fact that he was such a dork when it came to Charlotte Brontë and Bram Stroker even when he tried to hide it. It was the fact that for years he put aside his own pain to focus on the futures of his students. The pain of losing his wife.

It was that he looked at you like you were his beginning and his end and everything in between. It was the fact that he was unwilling to relent to everyone and everything telling him he couldn’t have you and that he was willing to forgive you. 

It was that he was still here. Still fighting even when everything could be lost.

He wasn’t just perfect. He was authentic. And he was beautiful just the way he was.

You finally nod, whispering lightly. “I do. I love you more than anything in the world.”

You’ve never meant anything more in your life. And it didn’t matter what would happen next because you’d be together when it happen and you’d take it on together. You’d always have eachother.

He beams adoringly, running his hands through his hair.

You instantly raise a brow. “What?”

He frowns at you. “What?”

You chuckle, a tiny smirk tugging at your lips. “Something’s wrong. What is it?”

“Wrong? Nothing is wrong. Why does something have to be wrong?”

You instantly smile, patting his cheek as you hook your leg over him tighter in order to get more comfortable. “You just ran a hand through your hair; something’s definitely wrong,” you say as if it’s obvious before softening. “C’mon talk to me.”

He looks into your questioning eyes for exactly three seconds before breaking. “Dammit, why do your eyes have to be so big and…shiny? I can never lie to them,” he mumbles under his breath.  

You laugh pressing a little kiss to his stubbled cheek. “It’s my secret superpower. Now; spill.”

He sighs, looking down at his hands. “Nothing I guess I’m kind of second-guessing now. N-not of us o-or anything!” He rushes to explain immediately after. “Just-” he sighs again, looking back down. “I dunno. I feel like I’ve been pressuring you. What if this isn’t what you really want?” He gazes into your eyes, concern swimming in his deep pools. “Is it?”

Unable to hold back a snicker you grin lightly at him. “I just gave you an entire speech about how much I want to be with you and you’re questioning it? Bit late, don’t you think?” You joke lightly.

He deadpans. “Y/n.” 

You sigh. “Yes, it is what I want. No backing out this time.” You hold out your pinky with a tiny giggle. “Pinky promise?”

He raises a brow at the small finger, scoffing at the notion. “Angel, I’m a masculine manly-man do you really think that I’m gonna pinky promise you? No.”

You wiggle your pinky with a tiny pout. “C’mon!” 

 He sternly peers down at you (again for exactly three seconds) before breaking down once more, half-heartedly linking your pinky with his and grumbling for a second time about how your eyes were “unfairly adorable”.

You laugh tightening your finger on his, as you gaze into each other’s eyes tenderly. “I pinky promise to always be with you. No matter what.”

He smiles softly, repeating your words back to you with the tenderest look in his eye. “I pinky promise to always be with you. No matter what.”

When you take your pinkie back, he rolls his eyes, chuckling. “I can’t believe you made me do that. I hate you.”

Lightly shoving his shoulder, you place a soft peck on his cheek. “You know you love me. Plus, c’mon, I came looking for you here, I can’t leave without at least a pinky promise.” 

He smirks, wiggling his brows suggestively. “You do realize this means I won, right?”

“Won?” 

He nods enthusiastically. “Yeah. This time, you came for me. So I won.”

You snort. “Asshole.”

He chuckles as you suddenly grow serious.

“You know, I hate that you know me better than I know myself. I can never hide from you,” you whisper as he grips your face with his hand.

“You don’t have to,” he says sincerely, looking directly at you. His dark gaze pierced your soul and your breath hitches, forming a huge lump on your throat. “Not from me. Not ever.”

You shiver under his touch, leaning into him. You bite your lip as you gaze at him from under your lashes. “What if what I’m trying to hide is ugly?” You husk.

He simply smiles, like what you’re saying is utterly impossible. “Then you don’t try to hide it. I want to see it all. Because you know what? In the end, I know it’s all going to be beautiful.”

You can’t keep the damn goofy smile from tugging at your lips as you softly kiss his nose. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” you breathe. “I love you so fucking much.”

He pecks your cheek lightly in response, resting his forehead on yours. 

“Who are we without scars, without stories to tell? Your flaws make you who you are, angel. And I’ve fallen in love with you. All of you.”

You smile softly at him, your heart thumping loudly inside your chest. “You make me all crazy, you know that?” you mumble.

He laughs, closing the distance between you two and brushing his lashes against yours. “I’m sorry.”

You giggle against his lips, softly moving yours against them as you peer into his darkened eyes and wide blown pupils. “No, you’re not.”

He rubs his thumb across your cheekbone tenderly, tracing your skin like he was afraid you’d break if he pressed too hard or rubbed too much.

“You’re right- I’m not,” he breathes hotly against your skin, playing with your lower lip.

You press your nose to his, pressure building in your chest as you slowly begin straddling him. “Do you want me?”

His other hands grips your other cheek, gaze pinning yours down with ease. “All the damn time,” he responds without hesitation, voice growing deeper and more primitive.

You smirk down at him, forgetting entirely about everything and everyone else.

“Really?”

He looks at you incredulously. “Are you serious? How do you not know what you do to me, sweetheart?”

“No, as a matter of fact, I don’t. What do I do to you, Chris?”

Your pussy begins pulsating rhythmically, panties damp at the implication.

He inhales sharply, clamping down on that plump lip. “Shit sweetheart. You want details?”

He seemed startled but turned on all the same.

You bite your lip, feeling your nipples harden under the soft fabric of the shirt and nearly let a moan slip when it rubs against the sensitive nubs as you move.

“Yes. I want you to tell me exactly how much you want me. I want you to tell me how you’ve imagined me before. What you’d do to me if you’re given the chance,” you rasp all in one breath.

As you speak, you grind your down hips on his, enjoying the much-needed friction it created in your sensitive spot.

He clenches his jaw, eyes ablaze with that fire you missed so much.

“Careful sweetheart,” he grits out through clenched teeth, hands dropping to your ass and hips. “If you get too close I might burn you.”

You look him in the eye, knowing damn well your own unquenchable fire was swaying sensually back and forth in your eyes. You wanted him—bad. In fact, you fucking needed him. You needed him like you needed air to breathe. Fuck, you ached for the feeling of his cock inside you, claiming you as his. Because damn you were his.

“Then burn me,” you say with full intent.

His eyes snap shut, fingers digging into your flesh.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n. If we don’t stop right now I can’t promise I won’t fuck you ‘til you’re screaming.”

Your pussy instantly grows wet at his words, pulsating far more aggressively than before as you move your hips faster.

“Fuck Chris. Have you dreamed about me?” You pant.

He looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, dick stirring in his pants. “Almost every night,” he admits without shame or hell- even embarrassment.

Than only makes you more flushed.

You lick your dry lips, his eyes following the movement. “Yeah? And what am I wearing?”

He closes his eyes, hands traveling down to your thighs before rising gradually up to your waist, pushing fabric out of the way. You tremble beneath his fingertips and he uses the chance to guide your movements against him, his long fingers setting a rhythm for you to move to.

He hisses with pleasure. “Y-you’re wearing my t-shirt. Only with panties underneath.”

You inhale deeply, chest rising but not falling just yet at the vivid image. “Mhm,” you hum softly. “And where are we?”

“My bedroom. You’re sprawled out on my bed, sleeping.”

You bite your lip. “Are you hard yet?”

“Hell yes,” he breathes, digging his nails into your ass. “I can see your ass from here. All of that for me,” he moans softly against your chest as he adjusts you and his grip on you so your tits are closer to his face.

You arch back at the sensation of having his hard cock rubbing against you from beneath his pants.

“You’re moving around in your sleep and I’m getting harder because you look so damn innocent but sexy all at once. Like you’re just asking me to ruin you.”

You moan against him, accidentally brushing your nipple against his lips in the frenzy of your dry humping.

You freeze for a second, letting the sensation sink into your cells, warming them with electrifying bliss before moaning louder when Chris lightly opens his mouth to take one of them in over the thin material of the shirt.

Your mouth falls open at the sensation and your finger rake through his hair, tugging on the strands harshly as he gently suckles on the sensitive bud, rolling his tongue around it with expert sensuality.

His eyes meet yours as he does this and neither of your looks away as he flicks his tongue back and forth, causing your whole body to nearly overload with bliss.

“Fuck Chris,” you mewl, digging out nails into his scalp.

He stops sucking, using his finger to play with them instead. Your mouth falls open in a choked-up scream as he continues narrating his dirty dream for you.

“Even from there I can see how soft your skin is. How perfect your tits are and how good they’d fit in my hands. It’s torture until I walk over to you and grab one of your ankles gently in my hands…”

“Yes?” Your breath hitches as he hits a sensitive spot.

“And the other one too. Then I slowly part them. I don’t want to wake you yet. Not like that.”

You bite your lip, holding back a moan.

“When I’ve completely opened your legs, I slowly crawl up your body, kissing your legs as I go. When I reach your inner thighs, I slowly lift my shirt up….” he trails off, his thumb softly grazing your sensitive nub.

Your head flies back at the sudden jolt of pleasure it sends up your spine. “Shit Chris,” you groan.

“I start leaving open-mouthed kisses all over your soft skin. You’re shifting in your sleep, growing wetter, but you still haven’t woken up. Finally, I kiss your pussy.”

At the words coming out of his sinfully soft mouth, you feel your stomach clench, mouth capturing a silent scream and swallowing it back down.

He keeps you moving against him, his fingers gripping your thigh and his thumb working soft circles into your now soaked panties.

You gyrate into his hand rhythmically, fully concentrated in how good he felt.

“Uh-huh,” you finally grit out.

He continues speaking, voice strained and tone nearly drowned out entirely by animalistic frenzy. “You slowly peel your eyes open as I’ve begun flicking my tongue over your clit back and forth.” He copies the motion he describes with his thumb, smirking viciously when you nearly fall over him.

“I’ve been doing it over your sheer lace underwear this whole time, but when you are finally awake, your smell and your taste become too much for me to handle. You intoxicate all my senses sweetheart. I just want you on my tongue. I want you to ride my face until you cum in my mouth.”

And that’s all he needs to add to his jerky thumb movements for you to cum. Hard.

As if he can sense that you’ve reached a climax, he watches you with hunger, drinking in the sight of you coming all for him. “That’s right, sweetheart. Cum for me. All for me. Fuck, Y/n.”

You convulse, cursing like a damn sailor into his mouth. “Fuuuuck Chris!”

When you’re done, you slouch against him.

He hugs you to him and the rumble of his laughter travels through you, causing your sensitive insides to tremble. “You okay, sweetheart?”

You lift your head carefully. “Yes.”

He smiles. “Good. Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to make love to you.”

“Oh.”

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PIRATE AU! ATEEZ

+ ot8 confessing to y/n!

setting :

wanting to escape from an arranged marriage your parents had planned for you, you sneaked onto a random ship only to run into (member of your choice; the short blurbs will be based on the fact that they were the one who found you first). you pleaded for him to let you stay and he found it hard to refuse, and therefore introducing you to the rest of the crew as the newest recruit.

a/n : anon! i know you requested y/n falling in love with them but i hope you don’t mind this tweak! also it’s a long post ahead, take your time and enjoy it!

seonghwa

quartermaster of the crew

very strict on discipline because he likes everything to be orderly

he’s no jam, wants everything to go as planned, no last minute schedule changes or he will get really annoyed

which means no chill time for the whole crew until they finish their daily tasks

the whole crew has a love-hate relationship with him because damn…. he’s really so boring but he does his job so well

purposely makes you his ‘secretary’ even tho pirates don’t do that shit just because he wants you beside him as much as possible

“I didn’t let you on board just for you to leech off our food supplies.”

You raised your head from your dinner plate to see someone standing right in front of the table, and though his face was covered due to the large fedora hat he was donning, you already knew who it was — the quartermaster, Park Seonghwa.

“You can’t even let me eat in peace, huh?” You rolled your eyes, already starting to clear the table because you knew how impatient this man was. Sure, it was past dinner time for the crew but he was the reason why you could only have your meal a mere ten minutes ago, having made you clean his cabin once more.

However, right when you were about to stand up, Seonghwa pushed you back down onto the wooden bench by your shoulders with two fingers, causing you to look up at his dark eyes in surprise. You opened your mouth to argue but stopped when he leaned down, both palms resting on the table top for support.

“You’re so dense.” Seonghwa sighed as he ran his hand through his blonde hair after taking off his hat. “Don’t you know that I hate having people follow me around?”

“Okay…” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to why he was being mean to you again when he was the one who forced you to be his assistant or whatever. “So, did you just fire me? Because, thank y-”

Seonghwa groans and grabs your jaw to snap your head up to look at him, but when you yelp out in pain, you notice the grip on you soften along with his expression.

“I like you, y/n.”

hongjoong

captain

very respected, as expected

pretty chill when the crew is present because “all work and no play makes joong a dull boy and i don’t wanna be boring like hwa”

still gets work done though by secretly pulling all nighters by himself to plan their routes to make up for the time in the day that he spent bonding with the crew

main reason why hwa is so strict about following schedule, hwa is the only one who knows about the late nights and he worries for joong :“(

super caring and always checking up on you to make sure you’re getting used to being on a ship and that you weren’t lonely from being away from your friends and family

“y/n, are you asleep?”

Hearing Hongjoong knocking on your cabin door, you quickly sat up on your bed to fix your messy hair, hoping that you looked presentable enough to even meet anyone. You swung the door open and was greeted by a huge grin, one that was so contagious you couldn’t help but smile too whenever you saw it.

“Ah…y/n. I was just trying my luck, didn’t actually think you were going to be awake at this time,” Hongjoong said sheepishly as he rubbed the nape of his neck before widening his eyes when he reminded himself of how late it was. “Wait, what are you doing not sleeping?”

“I don’t know, just a little homesick, I guess.” You shrugged lightly, the smile on your face slowly fading away as your eyes found its way to the floor. “What about you?”

“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not here to talk about my problems, I’m here for you, like always and forever.”

You felt strong hands on both sides of your shoulders squeezing you comfortingly and you let the tears that you had been holding in for so long fall.

“Why are you so nice to me?” You asked as you wiped your tears away, head still hung low in embarrassment.

Hongjoong squats down to look up at you as fingers trailed down your arms to take your hands in his, a faint smile present on his face.

“Why else? You’re my whole world.”

yunho

the energiser of the crew sorta

the one who comes up with all the sea shanties and hypes everyone during labour time

ALWAYS using that as an excuse to do a little less work

“it’s hard work to motivate everyone, okay?”

days out in the sea are never boring as long as you have him on board

ever since you joined the crew, he would help you out with your duties instead of slacking at the side using that excuse above, always keeping an eye out for you

You held your breath as you made your way down the narrow wooden plank that served as a bridge between the two ships, hoping that you wouldn’t trip and fall into the deep waters beneath you.

When you were a few steps away from your ship, the crate stacked right at the top leaned towards one side and you gasped , shutting your eyes tightly to prepare yourself for the harsh contact with the water. But it doesn’t come, someone gripping you by the wrist and pulling you back onto deck.

“Oh man, better make sure Seonghwa doesn’t know about that.” Yunho joked as he peered over to look at the crates full of food that was now slowly sinking before turning his attention onto you, who had your hand clasped over your chest. “You alright, y/n?”

You replied with small frantic nods, still a little breathless from the close call earlier on. You were about to go back to the merchant ship that your crew had just raided to move more crates when Yunho tugged at your wrist firmly to keep you where you were.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Back to work?”

“No, you’re not doing that.” Yunho dragged you back to your room, past all the other working crew members, ignoring your protests. Yunho joins you on your bed after sitting you down, “y/n, if you had fallen, I would have really hated myself for letting you stay on board.”

“Yunho, accidents happen and it wouldn’t be your fault even if I did fall.” You try to reassure him but he just shook his head and placed a finger over your lips to stop you from talking.

“y/n, I really like being able to see you most of the day but I’d much rather you be in a safer place like helping Wooyoung out in the kitchen…” Yunho says slowly as if he was hesitating whether he should carry on but you tilted your head slightly at him and he takes in a deep breath before blurting out, his cheeks flushed red.

“I really really like you and I don’t want to lose you.”

yeosang

navigator/helmsman

the only one apart from mingi that’s actually properly educated

used to be a sailor but ran away because of how poorly he was treated there despite being one of the most important crew members

due to that, he treats everyone on board with utmost respect even if they were just a cabin boy

was actually voted to be the first mate but turned it down because he’s satisfied with his role

the shyest, softest, most loving boy you could ever ask for. low-key romantic

You stood beside Yeosang as he explained how he could find the way just by looking at the stars alone, timing your nods to look like you were actually paying attention. Honestly, you weren’t interested and it was a concept too complicated for you to comprehend anyways, but you had wanted to spend some time with him seeing as to how he was working alone most of the time.

“Ahah, you weren’t listening, were you?” He snapped his fingers in front of your face when you nodded instead of answering when he had asked you a question, bringing you back from your daze. “If you’re tired, you can go to bed. I can watch where the ship is going alone.”

You shook your head and continued admiring the bright stars in the vast night sky, shifting your feet to stand closer to Yeosang for warmth. Unbeknownst to you, Yeosang stared at you in silence while you were entranced by the view. He can’t help but smile to himself at how breathtaking you looked with all the stars reflected in your eyes.

“y/n,” he called out to you softly, his voice deep yet sweet like dark chocolate, earning a hum from you. “The sky would be pitch black if a star fell everytime you do that.”

“What did I do?” You laughed, playfully smacking his arm away.

“Make me wanna kiss you.”

Yeosang gave you a quick peck on your lips as soon as he said that, completely taking you by surprise.

san

first mate

under hwa and joong to be the next quartermaster/captain because of how capable he is

also very respected by the whole crew for being courageous, caring, skilled and humble

always enthusiastic to learn new things

can be a little stubborn sometimes tho, like he would get into arguments with hwa about which treasure was worth keeping

also not a fan of punishments, thinks it’s better to just reprimand them

as a first mate, i feel like he would be under alot of pressure to work hard and all that and so he wouldn’t openly tell you he likes you just because even if y'all got together, he would be too busy to keep you company and he wants to be responsible for his words uk

San patted your back as your body was slung over the edge of the ship limply, your guts violently throwing everything out after you had a few shots of vodka too much. With one arm slung over your shoulders, San walked you back to your cabin room and tucked you in bed.

It’s not that you were in danger on the ship, but San couldn’t bear to leave you alone in your room, vulnerable to any harm that could come your way. And so, he stands at the edge of your bed with his arms crossed over his chest, looking down at your sleeping figure, sighing as he contemplated whether he should take this chance to confess. You probably wouldn’t remember, which was exactly what San wanted because he didn’t think he could go another day keeping the secret to himself.

If you could even remember what San said that night, you would wish you hadn’t gotten so drunk.

“I love you but I hope we stay as we are now, not any closer nor any further.”

mingi

doctor

used to work in town but decided to join the crew because he likes exploring and going on adventures

very friendly

most of the time he’s just roaming around the ship with his medical kit because he hates staying in the infirmary alone

but because of that, it’s also kinda hard to find him when you need him because the ship is pretty big

sometimes he forgets he has people to attend to and just daydreams as he looks out at the sea

he’s always following you around secretly so if you ever fall sick or injure yourself he could come running to your rescue, he thinks that would make you fall for him and he’s not very wrong tbh

“Never.”

You held your hand up when Mingi pulled out ginger, cut into thin strips wrapped in paper, from his briefcase to help you with your sea sickness.

“It works wonders, trust me. It might taste bad but it’s better than feeling like shit for the whole voyage.” Mingi advises as he picks a strip up and dangled it in front of your face, motioning for you to open your mouth and chew on it.

Reluctantly, you do as you were told but kept only a small portion of it in your mouth as you nibbled experimentally. Even then, the taste was so sharp and strong that it made your whole face cringe up which ended with you sending a death glare at Mingi for laughing at your facial expressions.

“Have you ever tried this?” You asked through the gaps of your teeth, the ginger strip still hanging from your mouth.

“Well, I don’t have sea sickness so, no-” Mingi drops his medical kit onto the floor and bends down to meet you at eye level-“but I wanna try?”

Mingi takes the other end of the ginger in his mouth and bites on it, his lips fastly approaching yours and you try to back away in shock but he holds you in place by grabbing the back of your neck. You squeezed your eyes shut when he tilts his head so that his high straight nose wouldn’t crash into yours and you expect a softness on your lips but Mingi stops just an inch away.

Smirking, he bites down on the ginger and pulls it out of your mouth with his teeth by taking a step back.

“You’re unbelievably cute, y/n.”

wooyoung

cook

but since it’s not really cooking and just preparing the food since they rarely got any meat, he has a lot of free time on his hands

so he just goes fishing alone at the back of the boat while reflecting upon life

definitely not his dream life coz boy is wild and this is too peaceful for him

but when night falls and yall are drinking away, boy oh boy

also will peer out of the kitchen window whenever yall were carrying out raids

has an exclusive stash of the best ingredients just for you and he doesn’t even try to hide that fact, always serving you the best right in front of everyone’s salad, quite literally

“Woo, you need to stop doing that!” You whisper-shouted at the boy, having noticed the dirty looks the other crew members sent your way as he scooped a ladle full of chicken soup into a bowl, which no one else had, and hands it over to you with a bright smile. 

“No need to worry about what people think, darling.” Wooyoung winked as he waved his hand dismissively before turning to the crew member behind you and scoffing,”I’m the cook, I cook whatever I want for whoever I want.”

The others move along the line with a loud sigh to show their displeasure after receiving their same old miserable lump of pickled vegetables, beans and sea biscuits but you stood in your place, feeling too bad to take the bowl of hearty warm soup. The crew had been sailing for months already and any meat is precious, but here Wooyoung was, saving it for you and only you. He didn’t seem to mind.

“Woo, everyone else is working harder than me…you should give them some too.” 

Wooyoung stops handing out the food to look at you, pointing the tongs at you as he playfully chided you for discrediting your own efforts and hardwork ever since you boarded the ship. “If I say you worked hard, you worked hard.”

“Especially with how you’re running around in my head all day long.” Wooyoung mumbled under his breath before going on with his work, shooing you away to the tables.

jongho

master gunner

used to be part of the navy but got captured and brought on board

doesn’t actually hate his situation as much as he first did because he loves how democratic the pirate society is

no more bossy superiors who constantly abused their powers

the youngest member of the gunner team but the most experienced so

quick-witted and mature, joong really treasures him and trusts him to make his own decisions when they’re in the midst of trying to disable another ship to raid

is still a baby but because of his job, he’s always trying to appear tough, but that’s not the case at all when he’s with you.

You narrowed your eyes as you climbed up to the crow’s nest where you noticed Jongho standing and looking out into the distance, the winds strong and the sun blinding. It has been a rather peaceful day with no sight of any other ships that could potentially be a target of your crew and you guessed that Jongho had nothing else to do.

“Punishing yourself?” You joked, already feeling a little sick with how much the rotational movement of the ship was amplified up here, and Jongho whipped his head around.

“Very funny, y/n.” Jongho replied dryly as he extended a hand to help you up the last step. “I just like how light-headed I get up here. It’s like drinking but without the bitterness and the long-lasting effect of a beer belly, you know.”

You shook your head lightly and smiled to yourself. Jongho never fails to amaze you with the way he thinks, always throwing you back everytime you thought you finally understood him.

“Well, do you need a shoulder to lean on? Because you better grab it quick, I’m heading down in a few minutes before I throw up on everyone down there.” You said, patting your shoulders. Jongho nodded softly and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and snuggling his face into your neck, taking in your scent, causing you to chuckle. “I said shoulders, Jongho.”

Jongho doesn’t budge from his comfortable position and you feel him breathe out on you. You didn’t need to see it for you to know that he had broken into the gummy smile that you loved so much and so you just let him stay there, your arms hugging him back.

“This is why you’re my favourite, like ever.” Jongho said softly as he closes his eyes and leans deeper into you.

[brianandthemays]

In Case You Don’t  Live Forever (Four/Billy x reader)

A/N This isn’t a request! Just something I’ve had in my head for a while! But I’m working on a few requests at the moment, plus another story for a Paper Rings follow up! 

Please reblog, comment, send an ask and tell me what you think! i live off of feed back.

Story is based off of In Case You Don’t Live Forever by Ben Platt so maybe give it a listen!

Warnings: Lots of blood, gore, shooting,and fluff tho

Word Count: 2.8K

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           “You ready?” Four asked you quietly. The two of you sat side by side in the truck as the team made its way to the next mission. A man who ran a drug cartel along with a sex trafficking ring was now the target of the underground. You had joined a few months after the last mission, they needed a hacker and you needed a way to get rid of the piling debts you had. Four was immediately drawn to you and you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel the same. It wasn’t long before the two of you decided to move into a relationship. One always gave you two crap for it, but you really could care less. He made you feel more alive than anyone had when you were alive.

           “As I’ll ever be,” you replied looked over at him. He reached down to take your hand rubbing his thumb comfortingly. This was going to be your first mission with the team. It was simple. Get in, get the information, get out. You would be with Four, coming in from the top as to not be detected while Two and Three kept the guards distracted on the first floor. Four had been helping you nonstop, teaching you the basics of parkour so you could keep up with him.

           “You’ll be great,” he murmured in your ear. “Let’s just stay alive, yeah?”

You smiled and nodded, pressing a kiss to his lips quickly.

           “Alright, love birds, you’re up,” One called from the front seat. “Get up and in as soon as you can. Let us know over the coms when you’re almost there and we’ll start the distraction.”

The two of you stood and hopped out of the backdoor. Now you were on your own. You looked up at the tall building; The car had pulled up behind the building in a more remote location. Four lead you the point he planned for the two of you to climb.

           “You’ll go up first, and I’ll be right behind you,” he told you. “I won’t let you fall.”

You smirked and nodded. The building was lined with electrical poles sticking out of the side. You were going to climb them to the top. You started your climb, feeling your breath come out in heavy shaky breaths, but all you had to do was look down and there was Billy, smiling encouragingly at you. And before you knew it, you had made it all the way too the top. You caught your breath and turned to help Billy the rest of the way up.

           “We made it to the top, send in two and three,” you said into the coms as Four pulled out his gun.

           “Okay, make it to the 5th floor then get down here as soon as you can,” One answered. “Oh, and don’t die.”

           “Helpful,” you quipped. “We’ll get going.”

Four raised his eyebrows at you, a cheeky smirk coming on his face. “You ready, babe?”

           “Let’s do this,” you replied, knocking your hip against him. He reached forward and pinched your ass as you walked by, causing you to gasp and glare at him. He shrugged innocently but you wacked the side of his head. “Concentrate, dork.”

           “I’m trying!” he defended, following you as you started inside.

Things were going well. A little too well. You and Four made it down to the 5th floor with almost no trouble. Finding the room with the information was just as easy. And just as you were heading inside an alarm started sounding your hand flew to your gun.

           “We need help down here, there are more guards than we thought, and they got to the alarm,” two’s voice came over the com.

           “We’re still up here haven’t even got to the computer yet,” you answered.

           “I’ll come down, Eight can handle herself,” Four replied. Your head snapped over to him furrowing your eyebrows. He frowned at you but reached out and grabbed your hand. “They need help, just get in and out like we planned. Down the fire escape like we planned.”

           “I know I just—” You frowned and pulled him close to you. “Please stay alive.”

He smiled at you, bringing your foreheads together. “Could say the same to you.”

           “Just kiss me, you dork,” you murmured. He chuckled and kissed you softly. After a moment you pushed him away from you. “Now go be a superhero.”

He saluted then took off running to go help your friends. You took a breath, now you were on your own. The hack job was pretty simple. Just logging in and finding the information you needed on the main men in the cartel. Before you knew it, you had the everything you needed on a tiny usb. You logged off and shot the computer and it’s monitor for good measure.

           “I got everything, heading down now,” you informed the team.

You ran to the fire escape, as planned, making your way down the stairs quickly, listening to the rest of the squabble as they fought off the guards. But one voice that was missing was the unmistakable British accent of Four. But you needed to focus. Get down to the bottom and get to the escape car. Once you reached the bottom floor you pressed your head against he door. You heard some noises inside, and you cocked your gun, ready to fight as soon as you kicked open the door.

The door flew open and before the men had a chance to acknowledge you, you shot each of them watching as they fell to the floor. Then you ran to the side of the wall waiting for the back up that you heard running down the hall. As soon as the first man ran past you, you shot him in the back of the head not having time to watch him fall when they second man with him turn and sent a punch to your face. You fell down, flipping over quickly, raising your gun to shoot him only for him to kick your hand, sending the gun flying. You let out a grunt of pain rolling as he sent a shot next to where your head was. You kicked his leg letting him fall to the ground, kicking his gun away from him. The two of you stared each other down, standing slowly to face each other. Your hand floated down to your side pocked, pulling out a dagger. The man and you stood for a moment before the man let out a yell and rushed towards you. But right before you could stab him, a shot sounded out and the man collapsed to the ground. You looked up and saw Seven standing there, gun in his hand.

           “Stop playing with your food,” he quipped.

           “Aw, but that takes all the fun out of it,” you replied, walking over and picking up your gun.

           “I found Eight, heading to the escape vehicle now,” Seven said into the com. “Status on everyone else?”

           “Heading back to car.” That was Two

           “Right behind her.” Three.

           “Car is ready to go, One is with me.” Five.

           “Fuck—” Four’s staticky com was jarring to the ear, causing both you and Seven to flinch. “I’m stuck on the second floor. Just get to the car, I’ll be there.”

           “Four do you need back up?” you asked, trying not to let your nerves come through in your voice. Seven looked over at you, knowing you too well to let you get away with it.

           “No, just go. I’ll be there.”

And he was gone. You pursed your lips and looked over at the fire escape.

           “Eight.” Seven’s voice caught your attention though you didn’t look away. “Eight, we should go.” You thinned your lips before nodding and looking back over at him. “Four knows what he’s doing he’ll be okay.  

You frowned but nodded and let him lead you down the hallway. You made it around to the front door where Two was covering Three who ran through the front door shortly. When One saw you run up to Two, he made his way out of the car and jogged over to you.

           “You got it?” he asked.

           “Ye of little faith,” you muttered, holding out the USB. He swiped it out of your hand and plugged it into his phone, smiling when he saw what he wanted.

           “Okay, everyone head back to the car, we need to get out of here,” One ordered into the com.

           “Four, where are you?” You asked into the com. There wasn’t any answer and you felt your pulse pick up. “Four?”

           “Fuck I can’t –” His voice was strained, there were gun shots and yelling. “I’m stuck I can’t… Eight I’m sorry I—” There was a bang, a yelp and then the line went dead.

           “Four!” you shouted. All eyes were on you as you waited for him to say something. “Four!” Again, no reply. You shook you head, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. “I’m going after him.”

           “Eight wait, be rational, if he’s already dead—” One started but you didn’t let him finish.

           “Shut the fuck up, One,” you snapped. “There is nothing that would keep me from going back for him, nothing.” And with that you started towards the front door. “Two, can you cover me?” She nodded raising her gun. “I’m getting to the third floor, if I’m not back in 5 minutes come find me.” And you took off, running towards the staircase.

It was quiet. Nothing but the alarm and the sound of your breathing to let you know that this was real. The only thing you had a grip on was your gun, holding it strong and ahead of you. You burst onto the third floor but there was no one. A few bodies on the ground but no Four. From around the corner, you hear a muffled noise and groan, and that seemed like a good place to start. Keeping your gun up you, slide against the side of the wall, ready to jump around the corner. You took one final breath before flying around the corner and letting out a shout. One guard stood in the room and he looked up at you, but before he had time to react you shot him. On the ground next to him was a body. A body you immediately recognized as your Billy. Your breath hitched when you saw his sweatshirt soaked in blood and as you got closer you could tell his face was discolored and pale. You fell to your knees next to him, pressing your fingers to his pulse while searching his body for the source of blood. It was found in a bullet wound in his shoulder that had blood seeping out from around the bullet lodged in his skin. Luckily, he still had a pulse but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to carry him without help.

 With shaky hands, you pressed on your com. “I-I found him… but I need help… I need—”

           “I’m here,” Seven called from behind you. You smiled gratefully at him, feeling relief wash over you. “What do you need?”

           “Help me carry him.”

With some difficulty, you and Seven eventually lifted the unconscious man and were able to take him down the stairs. Five was waiting at the bottom of the stairs to start treating him as fast as she could. As soon as the door of the truck shut, three was taking off. You rested Four’s head on your lap, pressing your hands against his shoulder. Five patched up his face while you just stared at him. He was so close. You had heard about Tokyo and Turgistan but this was the closest you’d seen and it was a little too close for comfort. You stroke the side of his face with your free hand as the rest of the team watched carefully as Five got her tools ready.

           “Okay, Eight, I’m going to get the bullet out so I can stitch him up, okay?” she assured you, looking into your eyes. You looked at her blankly but nodded minutely. “I need you to move your hand.”

Seven next to you touched your shoulder. “Get some rest, I’ll watch him, yeah?” You looked down at Billy, your hands still stuck in their places. “Let go, Eight.”

You move your hands to his hair and lay back, watching Five do her work. You tried to stay away but the more you tried, the more your eyes drooped and soon you were overcome with fatigue. You didn’t wake up again until the car came to a halt and you were at the air stripe. You blinked, looking around and saw Billy, still looking woozy, being helped up.

           “Four,” you murmured, climbing to your feet. His eyes lite up when he saw you and he pulled you into a crushing hug with his good arm. You wrapped your arms around his torso as tightly as you could with out hurting him, feeling your eyes start to burn with impending tears.

           “Sorry, you two. Reunion can wait for the plane,” Seven told you, although looking sympathetic. You two broke apart, though Four kept his arm around you. Seven turned to yo. “He’s going to need a blood transplant.”

           “We have the same type, take some of mine,” you answered immediately. Four chuckled, tightening his arm. You just sent him a look before starting to help him out of the van. Once the two of you were seated, in the back of the plane away from everyone else. Your hand hasn’t left his since you got on the plane and you couldn’t help but squeeze him tighter.

           “Can I tell you something?” you said quietly, to him. He looked over at you, nodding. “Today made me realize something… and I know I’ve only known you like 6 months or so…. but today made me remember that we aren’t actually dead, and I could have lost you.”

           “Don’t worry about me, love,” He joked. “I’m gonna live forever.”

You chuckled shortly before squeezing his hand. “Okay, but incase you don’t live forever… you need to know that I love you… more than you could ever wrap your head around.” Billy’s eyes lose their playfulness as he realizes what you’re saying. “I’m everything that I am now… because of you.” It was quiet for a second as Billy took in what you said. The longer it took for him to answer, the more you started to think that you’d said too much, too soon. “You don’t… you don’t have to say anything back… it’s not—”

He cut you off by grabbing your chin and pressing his lips to yours. You let out a sigh of relief before reciprocating eagerly. You were certain that his was the kiss keeping you alive as you reached up with your hand and cupped his jaw, deepening the kiss as much as you could. It was like a sympathy was going off in your head, all the love that you felt for him was moving on yours and his lips and it mixed perfectly.  Suddenly, something hit the side of your head and you pulled back from Billy to look at the source. A balled-up piece of paper sat on the ground next to you.

           “Stop being gross,” One shouted, glaring at you.

Billy flicked him off before turning back to you. His cheeks were slightly red, the rest of his face still pale from the blood loss, and now his lips were slightly swollen. His brushed his thumb against your lips, letting out a small breathy laugh.

           “There was a moment today where I thought I was going to die,” he admitted, his voice soft. You frowned, feeling his fear. “And in that moment, you’re all I thought of.” Your breath caught in your throat. “And then I thought of all the moments I wouldn’t get to share with you. And how I would die without telling you I loved you.” You felt a smile coming over your face. Billy loved you. And you loved him. You brushed his cheek with your thumb, rubbing away the tears forming in his eyes. “You’re my hero, love.”

You giggled, pressing your lips to his cheek then leaning your forehead against his.

           “Please don’t almost die again…” you silently begged. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

           “Not as long as you’re here, you won’t let me!” he teased. “I tried really hard today.”

           “Oh, ha ha very funny.” You moved away from his crossing your arms.

           ‘Oh baby, don’t be like that!”

           “Nope you blew it!”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back against him with his good arm. “Don’t leave me, baby girl.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning back against him.

           “I would never,” you murmur before closing your eyes and settling into his chest.

[marvels-writings]

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Carol Danvers Masterlist

Harry Potter screaming was the thing that woke you up, surprisingly enough. You lifted your head off of whatever you were leaning on, feeling Carol’s head fall onto her shoulder. You smirked slightly, observing the moment before she woke up. 

Surprisingly, Carol was still asleep, she seemed more relaxed than you had ever seen her, you smiled softly at the sight and turned the volume down on the TV until it was almost muted. You put a small pillow between Carol’s shoulder and neck so she won’t get the same neck cramp that you have. You noisily cracked your neck on your way to the bathroom. 

You changed and were in the middle of brushing your teeth in your grey sweatpants, cute grey penguin socks and faded blue hoodie when you heard the TV switch off. Confused, you walked outside with your hair in a messy bun and your toothbrush in your mouth to find Carol staring at you amusedly, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and wincing when she tried to stretch her neck. “You could’ve woken me up.” You joked, the words coming out weird with the toothbrush in your mouth. 

“I didn’t want to disturb you.” Carol muttered, still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, her face in a light pink blush at seeing you in this state. Hardly anyone got to see you, one of SHIELD’s top dogs in pajamas and penguin socks, it made her smile a little. 

“Your loss.” You replied, walking back in while brushing your teeth, spitting and mouth washing before walking into the bedroom, glancing over the mission files quickly. 

“I’m gonna get some beer from the fridge, want anything?” Carol asked, getting off the bed and walking over to the mini fridge. 

“No thanks, maybe something with chocolate if there is anything.” You answered, Carol chuckled slightly and found a medium sized packet of Chips Ahoy. 

“There’s this.” Carol offered, throwing the bag at you, you caught it smoothly and grinned when you saw the packet. 

“Oh my god I love this place.” You exclaimed, sitting down on the bed and glancing at the clock. It was well past midnight and the mission started tomorrow. Carol laughed and sipped her beer before flopping down next to you. 

“Drinking before a mission?” You asked, eating your cookies while looking at Carol with feigned disappointment. 

“Human alcoholic drinks don’t affect me too much.” Carol explained, taking a sip again. 

“Thought you’d be more of a whiskey person.” You said with a shrug, eating your cookies and leaning back against the headboard. 

“Thought you’d be more of an adult.” Carol joked, gesturing to the chips ahoy in your hand. 

“Best snacks made by humans do NOT have an age limit.” You joked, smacking her arm lightly before offering her one. Carol shrugged and took one, her eyes widening slightly at the taste. 

“This is better than oreos.” Carol muttered before grabbing a few out of the bag. 

“‘Thought you’d be more of an adult.’” You mimicked, finishing the bag and tossing the wrapper in the trash can successfully. 

“At least I have an adult drink.” Carol retorted, then added, “Want some warm milk with that?”

You rolled your eyes and lay down, turning away from Carol while holding your pillow and lying down on your stomach comfortable, the pillow tucked into the crook of your shoulder. 

“I’m gonna sleep before you can offer a pacifier too,” You joked, murmuring sleepily, pulling the blanket on top of yourself. Carol stared at how uncaring you were with what she thought about you. 

“You can sleep on the couch if you’re that adamant about personal space,” You retorted, before Carol could say something back you cut her off. “Goodnight Carol.” Carol rolled her eyes at you, knowing you couldn’t see the action. 

“Goodnight y/n.” She answered, watching the steady rise and fall of your body for a few seconds before chugging her beer and throwing it in the recycle can and debating where to sleep. 

If she slept on the couch she doubted you would care, but at the same time there’s vomit stains on the couch and some other stains she would rather not have the explanation to on the pillows. If she slept on the bed, she might end up embarrassing herself somehow. She had recurring nightmares way too often, Carol remembered burning through the bed once. 

She changed into a grey tank top with rather thick straps and black sweatpants before joining you. 

Even though you weren’t someone who Carol saw the need to impress, the need was starting to make itself imminent. Carol sighed and hoped she wouldn’t have a nightmare before lying down next to you, letting your steady breathing lull her to sleep. 

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This time, instead of Harry Potter you awoke to the feeling of being right next to a heater on a summer’s day in the middle of an earthquake on top of a bed. Definitely one of the weirdest feelings you’ve woken up to, maybe the weirdest. 

You sat up quickly and looked around in the dark, when you saw golden wisps coming from next to and murmuring, you switched on the light next to you. The light illuminated a sweaty Carol turning from side to side, her hair plastered to her forehead, the blankets cocooning her and her powers getting a bit out of hand. 

“Carol,” You said quietly, reaching one hand out to shake her shoulder gently. Carol stopped struggling a little but then it grew worse, much worse. You knew waking her up would scare her more than anything so you tried something else. 

You gently started running your fingers along her scalp, then through her hair before repeating the action. Carol’s turning slowed rapidly, so did the heat coming off from her body. You could see her fluttering eyes also start to slow a bit as did her breathing. 

You smiled softly and continued repeating the action, marvelling at how soft her hair was. You heard Carol’s breathing pick up and the fluttering begin to increase and you knew she was about to wake up, you put the hand which was in her hair on her shoulder, pretending you had woken her up like a normal person. 

Carol’s eyes opened slowly, revealing her gorgeous hazel eyes filled with confusion, her brow furrowed as she sat up, tousling her hair as you took your hand off of her shoulder.

“What the hell happened?” She demanded softly, staring at her feet before pulling her knees up to her chest. 

“You were sweating and turning, your powers started to get a little out of hand so I woke you up.” You explained, looking at her with concern, you rested one hand on her shoulder to get her attention, her head snapped to you. 

Carol looked more scared than you’ve ever seen her. She had the expression of a cornered animal, terrified out of her mind. She calmed slightly while looking at you but not really, you felt her body shaking slightly as well as the sweat on her arm. 

“I know I’m probably not the best person,” You scratched your neck with your free hand. “But do you wanna talk about it?” You looked at her with sincerity, meaning every word you said. 

“I, I really don’t know.” Carol sighed, taking a deep breath in and crossing her legs instead, tousling her hair with her other hand. 

“What was it about?” You asked softly, taking your hand away from her shoulder and crossing your legs, prepared to stay up all night if you needed to, you glanced quickly at the clock and saw it was 4:30 in the morning. 

“Hala, the kree found me again,” Carol mumbled, staring at the mattress instead of you. “They attacked SHIELD, everyone I care about, they killed.” 

“Can I touch you?” You asked softly, knowing physical contact grounded most people but you saw the need to ask. Carol looked at you like you were insane but shrugged with a small sure. 

You reached out timidly and trailed your fingers down her forearm, leaving tingles everywhere, before taking Carol’s hand, your forearm resting on top of Carol’s. You comfortingly stroked her knuckles, almost as if gesturing for her to continue. She barely could through her blush. 

“That was about it.” Carol lied, she wouldn’t tell you about how she almost died trying to protect everyone, how she killed Yon-Rogg the second he laid a hand on you. When she saw you, Fury, Maria, everyone she cared about dead because of her, it tore her apart. 

She knew Hala could never track her, would never track her, they knew she was more powerful than they ever knew. But still, it was a possibility she could lose everything she has. 

“Well, I can distract you by rambling about something, play some music, dance, or well why don’t you choose.” You whispered. Carol couldn’t help but laugh at that, she leaned back against the headboard, you were probably the only person to make her smile after a nightmare. 

‘Maybe this could work out’ Carol thought, smiling softly at the thought while watching your joined hands. 

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A/N: I meant for this to be angsty but i wasn’t in the mood. Feedback is amazing, as always, and requests are open even tho it may take me awhile to answer them and i swear the actual SONG Rumor Has It by Adele started playing when I finished

| Part 4 |

[dmc-tings]

DMC Gang Teaching their s/o how to drive

Dante

Uh, yeah he knows how to drive

But... he's not the best teacher

Usually ends up asleep in the back

Cause he trusts you to figure it out

One day though, damn near changed his life

You smashed into a newspaper stand

The impact woke him from his nap

You were holding on to the steering wheel for dear life

Tears welled up in your eyes and he immediately pulled you into his lap

Kicking the door open, hauling both of you out of Morrison's now wrecked car

Dante was more concerned about you

You still hadn't said anything, just letting tears fall down your face

He checked you over, he was silent as well

Pissed at himself for letting his negligence, almost get you killed

The cops showed up, after a kind soul called them

An ambulance got to the scene and checked the pair of you over

While the paramedics looked you over, Dante called Vergil and Nero

The pair made it to the scene in Nico's van

But it wasn't just the two of them, the whole crew came

Kyrie and Lady rushed to your side, Lady shoving the paramedics and cops away from you

Kyrie got you talking, letting you weep onto her shoulder

Dante got a scolding from Vergil and Trish

Something along the lines of, "How could you be so wreckless." And "You knew that was dangerous, Dante."

He wasn't listening tho, he watched you cry into Kyrie's arms, while Lady rubbed your back comfortingly

Once the scene cleared out, it was just you and the crew

Oh! And a confused and angry Morrison

"How the hell.... Dante, you know your paying for this."

Your half-devil finally made his way to you, for once (and during this whole thing) speechless

His head hung, he didn't need Vergil, Trish or Lady to scold him

He was beating himself up over this

You looked up from Kyrie and Lady, throwing yourself into his arms

Crying out "I'm sorry's" and "I should have been more careful's"

He shushed you, burying his face in your shoulder, "Im sorry. I should have been paying more attention."

He silently cried into your neck

After that day, Dante took more care in paying more attention to your driving

Once you got your license though, he still took naps

Or so you thought

The devil man would only be resting

Peeking at you every so often

Vergil

You stood awkwardly in the archway of your shared bedroom

Vergil giving you a (visibly) shocked look

You wanted him to what?

"Verg? Did you hear me?" You shuffled your feet abit, again

He blinked at you

Dumbfounded, flabbergasted, and down right appalled

"You.. You want me to..."

You looked away, abit ashamed

But to your defense, you could and had always walked everywhere in Red Grave

You really didn't need to drive, unless you went to the beach or somewhere out of town

But.... Vergil didn't know how to drive either, he had spent the last 20 something years in hell

And the last thing he thought he would ever be asked to do or teach was FUCKING DRIVE

He shook his head, not saying anything to you

You bit your lip and looked away from him

You misunderstood his head shaking

Then his face flushed, letting out a grumble

"I dont know how to drive."

And in his defense, he just teleports or opens a portal to where he wants to go

You straightened up, "Wh-what?"

Great, you were back at square one

Vergil gave a small cough, "Why do you need to learn how to drive?"

You looked at your feet, "I just wanted to learn..."

In all honesty, Nero had teased you about being an adult, and not knowing how to drive

It made you feel low

Vergil gave a huff, noticing your hesitation

"Who." He stood up

You looked at him, "Ver-"

"Was it Dante? No... he barely knows how to drive..." his eyes flashed

You grabbed his arm, but it didn't stop him

He slashed open a portal, right into the shop

"Who teased (him/her)." It wasn't a question, a demand for the person who insulted his sweetheart

"Vergil. Please stop..."

Everyone in the shop looked at Nero, who had his headphones in

Vergil let out a growl and pushed you behind him

"Teach them how to drive!" He snarled, slicing the headphones off of his son's head

Nero shot up and got ready to fight back, but stopped when he realized what was happening

"Uh... sure... i-"

"Both of us."

Dante burst onto laughter, realizing what Vergil was getting at

Nero looked at Nico, "uh... can we-"

"Oh hell nah!"

At a loss Nero looked at you and his dad

"Well.... uh... i-"

Vergil scoffed, throwing a few summoned swords at his cackling brother

Then he pulled you close, "Tease them about not knowing how to drive again, and you'll feel my wrath."

He took you back home

After setting you on your feet and giving you a kiss on the forehead, he returned to his reading

"So..."

"You have me. No need to drive."

And that was the end of that

Nero

Nero sat in the van in the driver's seat

You in his lap

You insisted that he sit in the passenger seat

But the part-devil placed you in his lap

Now he was scratching his head

"Nero?" You looked at him with big puppy dog eyes

He looked down at you, "Yeah?"

"Do you know what your do-"

Nero waved his gauntlet clad hand

"Of course, I got this."

He, poorly, started to explain the gears, buttons and switches in front of you

"Aight. So. You got the gear shift, I think it's a stick. And the... uh... windshield wipers. And the lights in front, and the brights..."

'Oof,' you thought, 'I could have just asked Dante... and got just about the same experience.'

You drummed your fingertips on the steering wheel

Finally, tired of your boyfriend droning on, you turned the key and started the van

Nero jumped, then patted you on the head, pointing at the 3 pedals at your guys feet

"Well since your in my lap, I'll work the pedals. Just tell me when to speed up and slow down. Ok?"

You nodded, "Alright! Nice and slow though."

From here, using team work, you and Nero made your way around the block

Slow and steady

Then Nero hit the breaks a bit too hard

You nailing your forehead on the steering wheel

"Shit! Nero!" You leaned back rubbing your sore head

"S-sorry! There was a old lady crossing the street..." he mumbled

Then leaned forward a bit, examining your forehead

He sucked his teeth, "Shiiiiit. That looks bad babe...."

"No shit." You barked

You felt your boyfriend flinch at your tone

After the pain passed you patted him on the arm, that was wrapped around you

"Its ok. Good thing you stopped though." You pointed at the old lady still trying to cross the street

Nero nodded, grunting with agreement

"I... I think thats enough driving for the day."

Nero gave another nod, letting you crawl into the passenger seat

He made way back to the garage/shop

Once parked he looked at you

And you gave him a smile

"Thanks. That was pretty fun!"

Nero gave a small laugh, "I suppose it was, save for you bashing your skull on the wheel."

You huffed, poking out your lip, "Not entirely my fault."

V

(Yes, I include him, cause some people like him. And personally I like his character as well)

You and V were cuddling in the living room of your apartment

You leaned into his chest, watching tv, as he read from his book and gently running a hand through your hair

"V." You spoke lifting your head

He gave an acknowledging hum, looking to you from his book

"Can you teach me how to drive?"

He looked at you, his mind drawing a blank

As Vergil, he never drove, hell they barely walked

"Love, I've never driven.... Ever." He told you gently

You looked forward at his chest, searching your mind, trying to figure out who you could ask to teach you how to drive

V cocked his head at you, wondering what was going through your mind

You looked up, eyes shining, "we could learn together! There's plenty of books on driving!"

V's eyes lit up as well, your excitement fueling his

"Oh? Where to we begin then?"

You both sat up, you grabbing your phone and V sitting up with you

"Well the DMV would be a good start. They can give us all the info to study."

"There's a written test?" V asked, he knew he could pass that

You nodded, not looking up from your phone"Yes. And there is a driving segment as well."

V froze and looked down at you, but seeing you so excited, he didn't want to ruin your fun

Later you both got everything from the DMV

And at V's insistence, the library as well

You both spent weeks reading and learning

Even convincing Nico to let you practice and take the driving part of the test, using her van

Eventually when it was time for the tests, you both where prepared

You passed them with flying colors

Ignoring the dangerous tips Nico gave you

When it was V's turn, he passed the written exam

But hesitated when it was time to get into the van

He stood at the driver's door, hand on it

You walked to his side, gently putting your hand in his

"V? You can do it. Just don't think too hard about it."

He looked at you to speak, but you cut him off, sealing his lips with a kiss

Happy, he climbed in

You sat alone in the DMV, anxious

He came back with the instructor minutes later, beaming proudly

"You were correct, my dear. I didn't overthink."

He pulled you into a hug, after you both got your licenses

[ve1vetyoongi]

lay down your weakness | jhs

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff here and there

au: bestfriend!hobi, friends to lovers (kind of)

word count: 6.5k

summary: Hoseok had imagined this moment more than enough times. Except in his head it took place somewhere more romantic than the back seat of his car and you always loved him back.

warnings: dom/sub themes, dom!hobi, sub!reader, hoseok is a sweetheart tho, dry humping, fingering, multiple orgasms, size kink, unprotected penetrative sex, semi public sex, possessiveness, but also kinda tender fucking, some dirty talk, creampie, pining and a whole lotta angst (i warned you.)

a/n: this fic is based on the song “howling” by RY X. i hope you enjoy! <3

playlist: visit my playlist page and select “lay down your weakness”. (links to be added later)

When Hoseok's phone vibrated on his night stand at an ungodly hour of the morning, his heavy eyes had widened at the sight of your name lighting up the screen.

He wasn't expecting you to call tonight. You'd texted him nearly eight hours ago -- not that he was counting or anything -- to tell him you were leaving for your date with some guy from one of your classes, even sending him a mirror picture to prove it that made his breath hitch when his eyes glossed over the black dress which hugged your figure just right.

You were always asking if you looked okay. He told you that you looked lovely. Even sent one of the silly little thumbs up emojis, as if to say go get your man like a supportive friend should.

But what he really wanted to say was that you looked perfect in that dress and that you would have no trouble catching Jungkook's eye looking like that. After all you managed to catch Hoseok's eyes in your sweats and one of his over sized jumpers playing games at midnight on his couch.

Except that is the exact opposite of what you're supposed to say to your best friend, so he swallowed the words like he always did.

Anyway, he'd turned in for an early night after that, hoping to get the image of Jungkook's hands stripping you out of that sinful dress out of his mind before it led to even more scandalous images of you without the dress, sat in Jungkook's lap and wishing it were him underneath you. His mind liked to taunt him, saying that it really could have been him if he hadn't left it too long to make a move, falling so deep into the friend zone that he knew there was no way back out.

So receiving a call from you this late at night surprised him to say the least.

Sleepy fingers fumbled to hit the green answer button before you rang off on the other end of the line, the selfie you had forced him to take way back when your hair was long and his hair was blonde that he had set as your contact picture disappearing, quickly replaced by the sounds of your sniffles crackling down the line and suddenly he was upright in bed.

"Can you come pick me up?"

"What happened?"

"Don't wanna talk about it." Another sniffle, Hoseok already throwing a hoodie over his pajamas.

"I'm on my way. Hang tight."

A pang of worry throbbed in his chest as he envisioned you stood shivering somewhere on the side of the road while he hastily shoved his feet into the first pair of shoes he found. Or at least that's what he told himself it was as he started his car, bumping up the heat for when you would slide into the seat next to him.

Because somewhere deep down, he knew the reason he was speeding down city roads at 01:37 as the dashboard clock liked to remind him, was simply because he wanted to be the one to tell you everything was going to be okay. A part of him was even a little glad that things hadn't worked out with Jungkook. And he hated himself for it.

It was like his eyes were alert to you, spotting your hunched figure leaning against a scuffed wall outside some scummy bar before he was even close enough to see the tears streaking your cheeks. You didn't give a little wave like you usually did when he pulled up, no coy smile making his heart do little flips, just that same pang of miserable sympathy in equal measure to his niggling guilt. Instantly he knew that this one was bad.

Still, he leaned across the center console and pushed the door open in a welcoming gesture for you to hop on in like he always did because you said it was gentlemanly and he was a sucker for praise when it came from you.

"Y/N?" He asked simply, expecting a hello or a reassuring smile at the least.

But when you slumped into the passenger seat, bare arms hugging your torso, he was met with nothing but a glum vacant stare.

While you usually seemed to fill the room with your presence, the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed or the way you hummed along to the radio under your breath enough to brighten his mood instantly like a perfect spell. Now you seemed small as you pressed your forehead to the window and watched the blurry orange glow of streetlights pass by with watery eyes.

The funny ache in his chest was back but this time it was an overwhelming longing to reach out and hold you, wipe away the tracks that stained your cheeks. But he feared that if he did you would shatter into a million pieces right in front of him so he tightened his grip on the steering wheel until the veins in his hands strained in the dark and focused his eyes on the road.

Unspoken words were thick in the air. Silence didn't usually bother him, not with you. You spent copious amounts of time in each others quiet company all the time. It was comforting.

Not this, though. Even the hum of the car engine and the click of the indicators seemed deafening. But he knew you well enough to know that pushing you to talk wouldn't make a difference and you'd let him in when you were ready. His job was just to be there when the time came, like a best friend should be.

Hoseok wasn't sure if he was supposed to be dropping you off at your place — honestly the thought of leaving you alone when you were still shaking with muffled sobs made him sick to his stomach — but it didn't feel right to take you back to his apartment either.

So he let the wheels of the car drive a journey every inch of which he had burned to memory, until he was pulling into the far most parking space in a darkened lot, otherwise vacant due to the hour, that overlooked the sea and the little slip of beach beside it.

All concerns were out of the window now. Hoseok didn't care if it was late and he should have been sleeping or that he was going to be tired at work tomorrow. This place was only called upon for special occasions. Or emergencies.

It was your place. Where the two of you came when you received good news or bad news; wanted to laugh or wanted to cry; when it was sunny or when it was raining; when you got your college acceptance letter or the day Hoseok's dog died to name a few.

Hoseok cut the engine, plunging you into complete silence, apart from the tranquil crash of waves which seemed to comfort you somewhat.

If he strained to look over he dashboard he could see the overgrown steps which led down onto the pebbled sand, water beyond it black with the reflection of the cloudy night sky, apart from a slither of moonlight which glistened across its surface.

Hoseok always thought it felt different here at night. Melancholy. You said you liked it better without the bustle of people — it was a popular spot for couples which always made Hoseok burn from the inside out with a yearning to hold your hand like they did — more so now it was just you and him and the rolling waves.

After a few long minutes of watching the tide, you finally permeated the hush with a shaky sigh.

Hoseok wanted to wrap you in his arms there and then like he usually would without hesitation. But something felt different so he refrained. Spoke tentatively instead. "Are you okay?"

You scoffed and he worried he'd said the wrong thing but then again it was the most he'd gotten out of you since you'd left the bar. "I'm pretty shit, actually."

Moonlight highlighted the way you threw your head back against the headrest in self reproach, pressing your knuckles to your eyes but failing to stop the fat tears that slipped out anyway.

Hoseok bit his lip. "Want to talk about it?"

"Turns out the date was just a stupid bet with one of his friends." Your laugh was hollow, shake of your head sorrowful. "We didn't even make it to movies before he was running off with some other girl he met at the bar"

Hoseok's heart shattered. He knew first hand how excited you had been for this stupid date; you'd been blabbing on about it all week. About how much you liked Jungkook. About how much he liked you.

"Fucking bastard." Hoseok gritted, fists clenching as he envisioned all the ways he could fuck up Jungkook's pretty face for making you hurt. "You're better than him, Y/N."

"But I'm not!" A hand slammed on the dashboard, making Hoseok jolt when your voice raised incredulously. "Jungkook was supposed to be the best thing that ever happened to me but he doesn't want me, Hobi. No one ever does."

I want you. The words died on his tongue before they could be spoken, Hoseok sucking in a breath as he mulled over something more appropriate instead.

"Don't be ridiculous," the anger lacing Hoseok's tone made you finally loll your head in his direction, taking in the way he tensed beneath your gaze. "Everybody wants you around here."

It was true, at least in Hoseok's eyes; he had to deal with sleazy men looking you up and down when you danced with him in a strictly PG  fashion on nights out or the campus guys who always interrupted your conversations while you ate lunch together. Even he caught himself staring at you from time to time. Or all the time, actually.

"Then explain why I'm some fraternity joke, Hobi?" Tears were salty on your tongue, voice unnaturally croaky. "Twenty bucks was all I was worth."

Hoseok's hand flew out to squeeze your hand comfortingly before he could think better of it. When you didn't pull away he had to fight to string a sentence together, too caught up in the way your hand felt soft beneath his larger calloused one.

"You're worth so much more than that." His words were laced with a sincerity that made the hurt ache a little less. "Everything. To me."

You sniffed, lacing his fingers with yours and letting the drag of his thumb across your knuckles soothe the ache in your temples from the cheap alcohol at the bar and the tear in your heart.

"Sometimes I think that nobody will ever love me."

The confession lay heavy in the air, nearly making Hoseok choke, or perhaps that was the I LOVE YOU's which were fluttering against his ribs like a bird in a cage.

"You know that's not true." The words were hoarse, Hoseok barely able to think through the blood pounding in his ears when you rested your head on his shoulder. From this angle he could see the rise and fall of your chest, slightly calmer now. The lashes pressed to your cheeks which glistened with a dampness in the dim lighting. And the perfect curve of your lips which he could easily capture between his own if he just cupped your cheek and leaned down a little -- no, definitely not thoughts that you should be having about your best friend, especially not like this. Selfishness won out though as he still could not bare to push you away, pushing his face into your hair instead and chastising himself for savoring the moment.

"I love you." It was barely a whisper against your temple and it should have dissipated on his tongue like the sea foam below but the way you hugged your knees to your chest filled him with an unstoppable desperation to make your hurt go away, even if it would twist the ache in his own heart like the point of a knife.

Your sigh was soft. "Yeah, but not like that."

If only you knew...

A hard swallow, another twist of the knife. "How is it any different?"

You averted your gaze and every second that ticked by in silence made his pulse race. Until you were pulling his face into your hands carefully, eyes zoning in on his parted mouth determinedly and before he could question your intentions his lips were pressed against yours in a hard kiss that made his head spin with a lethal mixture of relief and infatuation.

The plushness of your lips was softer than anything he had ever imagined late at night while you slept in his bed and he slept on the couch. It was barely a delicate brush at first, warm breath mingling with his before your lips were molding to his like you knew them well.

The sour taste of vodka lingered on your tongue as it swiped languidly over his bottom lip and he was silently glad he brushed his teeth before picking you up, never expecting to have his mouth on yours ever let alone tonight of all nights.

You broke away with a gentle pressure on his chest, teeth sinking into his lower lip before letting it go with a barely audible pop. When your eyes fluttered open, Hoseok was stiff, lips slightly more swollen than before and you had to admit he looked good with his hair still tousled from sleep and his chest rising with labored breaths.

"That." You murmured, releasing his hand from yours to swing your leg over his lap, mounting yourself on his thighs and ignoring the way the steering wheel pressed into your back. Hoseok's legs parted instinctively. "You don't love me like that."

Hoseok couldn't help the way his breath hitched when your groin landed in his lap, a red flush creeping up his neck when he felt his own crotch begin to stir at the visual image -- his dreams literally coming true -- squeezing his eyes shut and focusing on his ragged breathing to stop himself filling out his pants and making things awkward between you.

"What are you doing?" It was all but a rasp, tongue snaking out to dampen his lips, head pounding with alarm bells which couldn't quite drown out the desire warming in his chest.

"You said that you love me..." His nod was violent, never an action more truthful. You noticed the way he trembled beneath you when your fingers trailed down the front of his hoodie, testing the waters. "Can I trust you to help me forget?"

He very nearly groaned when he felt your breath ghost hotly across his neck to whisper the insinuation into his ear with what you hoped sounded like confidence, seductiveness but what Hoseok recognised as torment and recklessness.

"You can always trust me." You knew he meant it, though you didn't know it stretched as far as this. Neither did he, usually confident in his own self control but not now, as you leaned down to capture his mouth for the second time and maybe the last for all he knew so why not at least try to enjoy it?

Except before your lips could touch and he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself, Hoseok hesitated.

Deep down he knew that you didn't love him back, that this was the sadness or the alcohol or both talking and that he should tell you to think about if this is what you really wanted and drop you  home instead. But the way you looked at him with a dark intensity, almost pleading, shattered and fragile, made him want to do whatever he could to put you back together. He knew that he could make you feel good, even if it would be a temporary reprieve and it would hurt him more in the long run.

But mostly, Hoseok was a selfish person. It was too tempting to let himself believe you wanted him truly in this moment. He was weak and he couldn't resist.

He leaned in a little closer, your foreheads touching. Dear god, he couldn't fight his thoughts, too enamored with the fact that you were really sat in his lap right now, the smell of the perfume he knew all too well overwhelming his senses.

"Okay." Was what his shaky voice managed to stutter. "If you're sure?"

"I'm sure." It was spoken against the corner of his mouth, your fists tangling in his hoodie and pulling him up to meet your mouth in a kiss more intense than the last that made you fizz with an excitement that dulled the hollowness because he was so so warm, pulling you from the cold water in which you drowned and keeping you afloat in his comforting embrace instead.

You kissed him like you always wanted to be kissed, with an urgency that told him how much you wanted -- needed -- to feel him everywhere, a burning in your lower belly that had you tangling your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, arching into his chest and seeking a further closeness.

It was hot and breathy and the most sensual sensation Hoseok had ever experienced when your tongue pressed against his with an electric curiosity, steeping him in a passion that set him alight, the flesh of his cheeks burning where your lips caressed them and where your exhales tickled his nose.

His hands hovered nervously over your body, not quite sure where they were supposed to go, and when you smirked into the kiss and pressed his hands firmly to your inner thighs, he quickly got to work rubbing circles into the bare skin which peeked out from beneath your dress. Even when a blush crept onto his cheeks as his fingers brushed the edge of your lace panties, making him forget how to move his lips for a second and clashing your teeth together awkwardly.

Hoseok still couldn't quite believe this was really happening and he mentally chastised himself for messing up. This had to be perfect. Something told him there wouldn't be an opportunity for a do over.

You didn't seem to care though, soft laughter tinkling into his mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck and found his lips again in the darkness like a perfect puzzle piece. The sound was simultaneously the prettiest and the hottest thing he'd ever heard when it faded into a shallow whine when your clothed heat bumped against his hardness lightly.

"Shit, y/n." Even Hoseok couldn't curb the growl that left his throat when you started to grind in circles against his crotch, the agonizingly slow pace not helping the half hard situation he had going on.

By this point your panties were starting to stick to your folds, a lewd wet spot appearing on Hoseok's grey sweats where you tried to gain some friction on your swollen clit which throbbed for attention every time you felt his cock twitch through the fabric.

"You're so hot." He couldn't help it. The real thing was better than any of the ways he imagined you getting off above him when he was alone with his own hand wrapped around his cock.

The husk in his voice went straight to your heat. If the tent in his pants was anything to go by, his own hips stuttering up to meet the pace of your thrusts, Hoseok wanted you and the knowledge was enough to have you clutching at his hoodie strings, hole clenching for him to fill you up  and make you feel whole again. Feel wanted.

Hot palms were kneading the flesh of your ass now, sliding beneath your dress until the fabric was bunched up around your waist. The way Hoseok's eyes widened at your black underwear was cute, distracting you from the reminder that you'd worn them especially for Jungkook. His mouth fell agape when you guided his hand underneath the waistband. "Like them?"

"Love them." He'd seen your underwear a few times before by accident, when you changed at his place and chucked one of his huge hoodies over top of your otherwise bare body, the image burned into his memory enough to get him hot and bothered, mouth dry as he remembered that this time it was a purposeful display, all for him.

The smirk on your lips was wiped away when the feeling of his hand cupping your mound made you whimper, skin on skin much better than the rough friction from his sweats.

Hoseok let out a gasp of his own when the pads of his fingers circled your hole teasingly, surprised to find your arousal already drenching his fingers and making his cock throb painfully against his pants but he wanted this to be about you so he kept his thighs firmly planted to the seat. The idea that it was him who got you so wet was enough to satisfy him anyway. He never thought he, your best friend, could have this sort of effect on you.

"P-please." Impatience was clouding your vision, falling forward to grip the car seat when Hoseok's knuckle dragged your arousal up your slit, brushing briefly across your swollen clit and making you jolt at the electric touch. "Need you so bad, Hobi."

The way you slurred over your words, eyes squeezed shut and chasing the feeling of fullness between your legs made him groan. Even more so the broken way his name escaped your lips, practically begging him to touch you. As much as he would have liked to tease, make you writhe and plead for his fingers, he was too curious to see how fast he could make you fall apart.

The pads of his fingers made quick work of your clit, rubbing fast circles into the bud which made you buck off his lap, head thrown back and exposing the expanse of your neck which Hoseok longed to mark up all nice and pretty and claim as his own but he knew you weren't his so he refrained.

The strangled noise which left you when he slipped his middle finger inside you, promptly followed by a second, nearly tipped him over the edge, clasping the base of his cock through his sweats before he blew his load right then and there at the sheer visual of you using his hand to fuck yourself nice and slow by bracing yourself on the seat behind him.

Not that he could really see much in the dark what with with your panties obscuring your core from view but the lewd squelch as he curled his fingers inside you and the shaky breaths next to his ear punctuated by a string of blissful moans was enough to have him palming himself a little too excitedly, momentarily losing sight of his guilt and succumbing to the moment.

"Mmf, Hoseok gonna cum." The warning only encouraged him more, his wrist snapping at a sinful pace while his thumb toyed with your clit, alternating applying a firm pressure and rubbing it back and forth when he felt it throb deliciously against the pad of his finger.

"Let me see you, baby." There was something about the way he coaxed you through your high, almost commanding as he challenged you to fall over the edge that made the coil in your stomach tighten and suddenly your vision was fading to black and you could barely hear his encouraging but authoritative rasps as your head lolled against the window. "Cum for me, that's it."

He watched with an apt fascination as you came around his fingers, like he'd never seen anything like it before; and it was true, Hoseok was sure you had never looked so pretty and he had never felt so alive as in this moment with you clenching around his fingers, the pretty sighs fogging up the glass all his doing.

The emptiness inside you was back when he slipped out his fingers and wiped them on his hoodie, careful not to stain you with any of your arousal when he wrapped you in his arms, hearts beating in time now.

You stayed like that for a few moments. Him rubbing soothing circles into your back and trying to comprehend what just happened, nerves kicking in at your silence. You breathing in the scent of his woody cologne as your breathing softened.

"Are you okay?" He finally whispered, unable to stop his thumb from tracing your bottom lip when you sat back to look at him, wide eyed and still shaking from the come down of your orgasm.

"Mhm." Your nod was tentative, a funny warmth spreading across your chest at the way his eyes lit up, giving away the grin he was biting his cheek to suppress. "Remind me again why we haven't done this before?"

He stiffened. Because this means more to me than you will ever know...

The tension creeping into the cracks between your bodies made you shift, surprised when you brushed over something which made Hoseok groan.

Adrenaline made you flush as you reached between your legs to grip him through his pants curiously.

"You're still hard." You bit your lip. It drove him crazy.

"Don't worry about me." His laugh was breathy but it faltered when you squeezed his length over the fabric. "I-I'm fine like this."

His cock felt huge in your grip and another bout of lust pooled in your stomach when you realised that you could just slide your panties to the side, loosen the strings of his sweats and easily ride him right there, sure that his girth would stretch you out just how you liked it. And maybe, just maybe, fill the emptiness for good.

"Wanna feel you, though. All of you." Hoseok felt himself melt at the pout on your lips, putty in your hands. Whatever you wanted he'd let you do it. Even if you still weren't his, he knew in that moment that he was irrevocably yours. "Please?"

Your hands found his waistband and he gripped your wrists firmly. You silently wondered what it would be like if he pinned them above your head and had his way with you. But then you caught his concerned expression.

"Are you sure about this? Once we do this we can't go back."

Hoseok still didn't let go after you gave an affirming nod, wanting verbal consent. "I want you, Hoseok."

You could tell that broke him by the fucked out look on his face.

Weak. He was weak when it came to you. And, as he was learning, weak for the way you shimmied his sweats around his thighs and whimpered when his girthy length slapped against the expanse of toned stomach which peeked from below his hoodie. You'd always expected him to be big, the one time you caught him sneaking out of bed after one of your movie nights with a loud and proud boner confirmation enough. But the real thing made you burn with a hunger to sink onto his already leaking cock.

Your small palm was cold when it finally wrapped around his throbbing cock, the sensation a euphoric relief from both the neglect and the years of lusting after this moment. He threw his arm over his eyes, losing himself to the sensation and letting his hips buck into your touch.

Now he was actually here he couldn't think of anything other than the slow slide of your palm down his length, how he wanted to husk that his cock was made for your hand but he knew it wasn't true so he pressed his lips together and listened to the sharp huffs of air which pushed through his nose with every twist of your palm around his engorged head.

"Wait!" Hoseok lurched forward suddenly, fingers digging into your shoulder, face buried and panting in your chest. "Gonna blow my load if you keep that up."

"You don't want to?"

Strands of his hair stuck to his damp forehead and he shook them out of his eyes. His sudden grip on your hips was bruising as he pulled you down into his lap, breath hot against your neck. "Wanna see you fall apart on my cock first."

Hoseok had no idea were the sudden surge of confidence came from. The hormones perhaps or maybe he was just like any other guy, losing himself once he got a hand around his cock. It definitely shouldn't have been the fact that he had his best friend, the girl of his dreams, in his lap and his head was swimming with thoughts of how right this felt even though it was supposed to be so wrong.

"Oh. O-okay." Your core was pulsing again, the authority in Hoseok's voice different from how you were used to. You were quickly realizing you liked the way he smirked when you writhed at his words and braced yourself on his shoulders to pull your panties to the side, ready to just sink down onto his cock then and there.

"Don't." It was firm, commanding. Made you shiver. "Back seat. Now."

You obeyed, practically throwing yourself through the gap in the seats with anticipation, missing Hoseok's warmth during your brief separation until he was hovering over you with a hunger in his eyes that took your breath away. Like he wanted to devour you completely. If he'd asked, you would have let him.

"T-take this off." You mumbled, tugging at the bottom of his hoodie which he pulled over his head with his t-shirt in tow. Hands instantly trailed up his chest, taking in the slight firmness of his shoulders in the dark, not quite remembering when your best friend gotten this broad. There was a pang in your chest. It felt safe here with him, like nothing was wrong with his strong form hovering over you.

By the time he was throwing the pile of fabric in the front seat you were working on your panties, Hoseok's eyes darkening with lust as he watched you kick them off and slide the thin straps of your dress down your arms.

The night air was cool against your nipples, making you gasp. It was a small bliss but you were thankful you didn't wear a bra when Hoseok's bare chest pressed against you skin on skin, instantly warming you.

The drum in Hoseok's chest intensified when he took in your bareness for the first time. His imagination had done no justice. He wanted to commit every inch of you to memory; the perfect swell of your breasts, each soft rise and fall of your chest, soft thighs squeezing around his waist as he gripped the flesh of your ass with a roughness he could no longer curb. Skin warm and flushed and shivering lightly with every delicate touch of his fingers, hair fanned out on the seat like a halo.

Hoseok wanted to say that you were perfect, that he felt like the luckiest man on the planet right now with you laughing at him breathily from where you hid self consciously behind your fingers, a shyness he didn't understand when you looked like this.

He wanted to say that he loved you. To open the car window and scream it into the salty air so that every crashing wave and every grain of sand and every droplet of rain which had started to best down on the car knew it.

But the words wouldn't come so he simply placed a careful kiss to your cheek, roaming downwards and mumbling against your jaw. "Don't hide from me."

The dip of your collar bones proved too enticing to resist, his lips attacking the slightly damp skin and sucking harshly until you were left with a plethora of purple bruises across your neck, the way his teeth grazed your flesh and his tongue laved the burn making your core ache. It was passionate and hungry but somehow tender, as if he wanted to worship every inch of you.

"Hoseok!" You gasped when he found the sweet spot behind your ear as easily as if he had done it a million times before. Like he knew it was there. "What are you doing?"

"Mine." The single word was growled against your jaw line as Hoseok pressed a series of kisses up to your chin, skipping your lips when they parted in waiting in favor of leaving another pretty bruise on the opposite side of your neck. "You hear me? All mine."

Maybe you were lost to the moment or maybe Hoseok's possessive side was the reason your heart started to race, moaning unabashedly now. "Y-yours! I'm yours."

Hoseok couldn't tell if the words went straight to his heart or to his rock hard cock.

Something inside him snapped and he just couldn't hold back any longer, hands running up and down your sides as he kissed down to your breasts, taking a nipple into the heat of his mouth and smirking when you arched into the touch. "Look at you, getting all worked up from just my mouth."

Hands spread your legs roughly and you were at his mercy, enjoying the way he hummed in admiration at your glistening folds.

"All for you." You breathed, believing your words wholeheartedly.

Hoseok's fingers found your sticky clit, stroking with his fingertips lightly. "All for me." He flushed with pride.

"Please fuck me now."

The words he'd always imagined spilling from your lips, breathier in real life he noted. It made him wonder how the other three more sentimental words he wanted to hear would sound.

"Since you asked so nicely." Nerves wracked Hoseok's frame when he realised that this was actually happening, hands shaking as he gripped the base of his cock to line it up with your clenching entrance.

When he finally pushed inside, your warmth swallowing his cock until his hips were flush to yours, it felt like you were finally whole.

The stretch burned, but it soon faded to something close to bliss as you felt every inch of his cock drag against your velvety walls, the head hitting so deep inside you that each thrust took your breath away. It grazed your sweet spot just right, like your bodies were made for one another.

Hoseok didn't give you much time to adjust, wanting to see the way your face twisted with every thrust. Wanting to see how quickly his cock could reduce you to a fucked out mess. "Bet he couldn't fuck you like this."

"W-What?"

"Jungkook." Hoseok licked his lips, trying not to cum when his words made you clench around his sensitive cock. "You were made to take my cock."

"Fuck, Hoseok."

You followed his gaze to where his length slipped out of you, glistening with your arousal, Hoseok running the head through your slit to nudge your clit before it was disappearing into your entrance again. "Look at you, taking my cock so well, hm?"

"Yours." Tears sprung at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the fullness and his sinful mouth. "Only yours."

"Bet he feels so fucking stupid for missing his chance to feel this pretty pussy."

Arms wrapped around his neck, fingers cupping his face and slotting your lips together. Your eyes were shut and it was almost instinctive — did he lean in or did you? — expressing how much you wanted him and how good he was making you feel with a long press to his puckered mouth that felt like rain on a hot summer evening, water breaking a dam. Relief. Like falling into one another's skin.

And every time your hips met skin on skin and you sighed into his mouth, Hoseok felt his heart swell. Even with the expletives slipping past his lips every now and again, he fucked you with a fondness that consumed every inch of his being, one which he felt when he saw you from across the room or when you turned up at his door unexpectedly in the middle of the night.

Love. He hoped you could feel it with every roll of his hips because he couldn't make the words come out.

Then you were reaching a second high, eyes rolling back and soft mewls of overstimulation caressing his ears as you clenched impossibly tight around him and he fell over the edge alongside you, face falling into the crook of your neck as he coated your walls.

In the few moments after, with you pulling him close and his chest pressed to yours, he could feel your erratic heart beat against his skin; and Hoseok swore the final pieces of his own heart fluttered straight out of his chest and into your palms.

Just you, him, and the rolling waves that swelled and crashed achingly in time with every pump of his heart.

But all good things have to end eventually. It was late. You were tired. He had work in the morning. You weren't in love.

There were tissues in the glove box and he helped you clean up, pulling his hoodie over your head when you started to shiver. If you closed your eyes and breathed in his scent it was like his arms were still around you. Hoseok never complained when his own arms prickled with a chill at the loss of your warm body pressed to his.

Then your head was on his shoulder again, both arms wrapped around his waist as you gazed off across the ocean, breathing soft with a hazy smile resting on your lips. The you he was used to back somewhat, if he ignored how much better he knew you now than ever before.

"I love you, you know." Hoseok sounded choked. He didn't mean to.

"I know." A few beats of silence. "Thank you. For making me feel better."

His inhale was shaky as he brushed a few strands of hair from your face, unable to stop the corners of his lips turning up when you glanced up at him through your lashes even despite the hollowness in his chest. "How about I take you to see that movie instead, huh?"

"I'd like that."

And for a blissful moment Hoseok thought that things might be different now.

He clung to that maybe for the short drive home and while he carried your sleeping form into your apartment, letting himself in with the spare key he kept on his keychain and when he tucked you into bed with your shoes placed neatly beside the door.

He believed it even harder when you gave him a sleepy kiss goodbye.

And even when you sent him a mirror picture nearly a week later and he said you looked lovely like he always did while he hoped and he hoped that your date with Park Jimin would be as disastrous as the last, he maintained a slither of hope.

Because one thing would never be different: Hoseok was weak when it came to you.

[mrs-i-have-too-many-biases]

Stray Kids reaction to their S/O being ashamed of their acne (scars)

Requested by jalapeño anon

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Stray Kids x Reader

Word count: 3,8K

A/n: (Anwsers to your asks <3) Thank you for the request! And there’s no need to be shy love, I’m really not that scary. Especially if you’ll see me in real life, I’m 162 cm short. Heheheh. And when it comes to me being able to write so much: I give up on my social life so I have more time to write, lol. And I have no anons yet so you’re the first one! YEAAH!

ALSO, I’m still figuring out how asks work, this was actually my first and I noticed that I posted it without anwsering it, so I’m sorry to anonnie that I couldn’t ‘tag’ you... I hope you still like it tho <3

Chan:

Chan is known as a caring and sweet young man and when it came to his significant other, he would top that by showing you love and affection even though he is a busy man.

One day he was ready to take you out on a date, he had found time in his busy schedule and he was ready to spoil you with some good food and his company, which was everything you needed honestly. You were getting ready in your shared apartment, doing your makeup as you sat in front of your mirror. You sighed in frustration when your good foundation had run out. Lately, your acne scars had become more visible due the hot weather and they became darker. You looked at them in disgust as you frantically looked into your makeup bag for another option to hide them.

What you didn’t notice was that your boyfriend had been watching you from the doorway. He usually loved how you got ready. You would put on music and cutely and sometimes sexily dance along. He was hoping to see that today, but sadly he saw how you looked at yourself in disgust, tears on the edge of falling. He quickly made his way towards you, making you jump when you noticed his muscular figure behind you.

“Chan-“ “My love what’s wrong?” He asks worried in a sad tone. “I-“ You tried to come up with the right words, but you just couldn’t find them, leaving the room silent. “Don’t I tell you enough, how beautiful you are?” He whispered sadly. You shot up immediately, knowing he thought it was his fault that you felt like this. “N-no- I mean yes! This isn’t your fault, trust me!” You assured him as you hugged him tight. “I just, really hate my acne scars.” You admitted softly. Chan let out a sigh, pulling you even closer to him.

“Don’t be ashamed of your scars my love, they are a part of you. And it gives me another reason to love you even more. You’re my beautiful baby and I love you. Please don’t kick yourself down.” He whispered back, rubbing your back comfortingly. 

“Thank you Channie, I love you too.” You kissed his lips softly as you melted in his touch.

“You’re welcome my love, now get even prettier, we have dinner reservation.” He winked before letting you go.

Woojin:

You and your boyfriend had a sleepover. Every time he would stay over, you would wait for him to fall asleep so you can put off your makeup. And in the morning, you would wake up early to put on a little makeup to cover your scars. Today was one of those mornings. 

You were glad that Woojin was a little bit of a heavy sleeper and didn’t wake up when you moved his arm off your waist. You took one more look before you got out of bed. Woojin was the cutest when he was asleep. His hair was a mess and his lips were slightly parted. 

Some mornings you couldn’t help but kiss his soft lips, they just looked irresistible. 

You made your way to the walk-in closet where all your makeup products were, cringing when you clinked and dropped some of your stuff. Not knowing you woke up your boyfriend when you dropped everything. He had climbed quietly out of his bed to see what you were doing. “Baby, what are you doing?” Woojin asked, whilst rubbing the sleep out of his eye. You jumped at the sound of his voice.

You didn’t know what to say and just froze in your spot.

“A-are you putting on makeup?” He asked confused. When you didn’t answer he walked closer to you and kneeled down to your level when you avoided his gaze as well.

“My love, why are you putting on makeup on so early in the morning?” You still avoided his gaze, looking into your mirror. Woojin had followed your eyes and he noticed that you kept looking at your acne scars, that were now visible without the layer of makeup.

“Do you hate your scars, baby?” You only nodded, still not daring to look at him. He took your hands in his and made you look at him. He saw your eyes water and it made his heart break a little.

“I love you so much. You don’t have to hide yourself from me. I noticed you waiting for me to fall asleep, I’ve noticed how you’ve been waking up early for some reason. You’re so beautiful, you don’t have to do all of this. I love you for you.” 

You couldn’t help but throw yourself into his arms, making the both fall to the ground. You two giggled as you stayed in a tight embrace, staring into each other’s eyes. “I love you.” “I love you too beautiful.”

Minho:

Minho had taken you with him overseas for their Japan concert. He had taken you to a lot of tourist spots and was having a great time since he had his significant other along with him. Sadly for the two of you, on the day you had a chance to explore the city it was raining. 

Usually this wouldn’t be a problem for the two of you, you would carry around an umbrella and carry on with your date, but you didn’t expected rain today. Your umbrella was still at the hotel room and every store seemed to sold out of freaking umbrellas. 

“I’m sorry baby.” Minho sighed after their search for umbrellas or something else to keep them a little dry. “I-it’s okay honey, let’s just go and get something to eat.” You stuttered, not looking at him. Next your grabbed his hand and dragged him along with you to look for a place to eat.

You really wanted to get out of the rain. It made your make up smeared and thin out your foundation. Your acne had been so bad the past few weeks and you felt like it just wouldn’t get better. 

When you had finally arrived at a cute restaurant, Minho couldn’t help but notice that you weren’t looking at him, putting your hood up so he could only see your eyes.

“…baby what are you doing? How are you going to eat with your mouth covered?” He asked after a while, getting confused and a little annoyed by you. You noticed his change in mood and quickly apologised. “Baby, what’s been on your mind? You seem a little off today.” Minho asked genuinely worried that his significant other wasn’t feeling happy. “I just- my makeup had run out-“ “So? You still look great-“ “You can see my acne scars.” You whispered softly and he finally got what was wrong.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding my gaze?” He asked a little in disbelief. “I- yes, I just really hate them. They are ugly and-“

“Don’t you dare to call yourself ugly. You’re so beautiful and I love you. Don’t be ashamed of yourself, you are who you are and I fucking love you. Now, what do you want to eat my beautiful baby, I’m paying.” He said with a cheeky wink, making you smile.

Dang it, do you love him.

Changbin:

Changbin doesn’t give a shit that you had scars. He fell in love with you by your charms and fuck, he was whipped for you. You of course knew that he loved you very much, but you just couldn’t help but feel insecure about your face by the dark spots that were stuck on your face.

Changbin was working in your shared apartment on a song. It was pretty late and he was starting to feel tired. He was saving up his stuff, before he walked into the living room where you were playing a game.

“Baby go wash up, it’s pretty late. Let’s go to bed.” Changbin whispered as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “Did you finish your song genius?” You asked him, not taking your eyes off the screen, still playing your game. “I did, but I want to cuddle with you now.” You giggled at how cute your boyfriend was when he was sleepy. You kissed the top of his head, as you sat up straight. “Go and lay down, I’ll be right there with you.” You said before leaving to the bathroom.

You sighed to yourself as you took of your makeup. The scars were very dark and it felt like they were getting worse every time you looked at them. You applied a lot of cremes and moisturisers before thinking of an idea how you would get into bed with Changbin, without him noticing your scars.

Usually they weren’t that visible and now that it was summer the sun was up longer. This meant that the room wouldn’t be dark enough to not notice. You quickly grabbed a random teddy bear you found outside the door of the bathroom door from the pillow fight you and your boyfriend had earlier that day. You hid your face behind it and acted cutely to distract Changbin. Who only kind of squealed at your cuteness. 

You jumped into bed and covered your face immediately with the sheets. Changbin wanted to cuddle closer to you, but you had your face still covered under the sheets, making a little wall in between the two of you. He whined a little, trying to break the wall down, but you wouldn’t let him. Scared of him seeing the ugly spots on your face.

“Baby, I want to cuddle with my beautiful baby.” He whined in a high-pitched voice. “But I look ugly-“ “WHAT DO YOU MEAN UGLY, MY BABY IS THE PRETTIEST BABY IN THE WORLD AND I DON’T CARE THAT YOU HAVE ACNE SCARS I LOVE THEM AND I LOVE YOU! NOW SNUGGLE WITH ME I’M DESPERATE!” Changbin’s voice made you startled, but you pulled the covers down and snuggled closer to your muscular boyfriend.

“How did you know?”

“I’ve always known my love, but I firstly didn’t know it was that big of a deal for you. If I did, I would’ve made you feel better about them sooner. Secondly, I didn’t care you had them. I love you for you. They are a part of you and they won’t make me love you any less.”

“I love you too Binnie!” You whispered cutely as you were peppered in kisses by your sweet boyfriend.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin was known as the most handsome or prettiest member of Stray Kids and you couldn’t disagree any less. You knew that your boyfriend was the most good-looking person you knew in your life. It was a little intimidating for you at first, well it still was since you suffered from acne and Hyunjin just seemed perfect.

He had great hair, eyes, lips and skin and it made you feel a little insecure. It also made you feel a little unworthy of being his partner. His ‘fans’ also thought that and didn’t mind rubbing that into your face on social media or when you would attend a concert of your boyfriend and his members.

‘Look at her face, I don’t know why Hyunjin chose her. I mean look at me. Hyunjin and I would be so much better of a couple.’ ‘I know right, I don’t know what he sees in her ugly ass.’ ‘Look at her acne. She should just leave him and do us all a favour and make her ugly ass disappear.’

You didn’t let Hyunjin know that you cried at night because of their words. He would be laying next to you and be asleep. Lucky for you he was a very heavy sleeper, so he never had a clue. You would wake up with puffy eyes, but you could play it off by blaming sleep.

You never wanted to bother Hyunjin with your irrelevant problems and this just seemed like one of them, but to Hyunjin was every problem relevant. He knew something was going on with you as you didn’t feel as affectionate towards him. And it affected him, badly. He was a needy boy when it came to hugs and kisses

One day Hyunjin was practically begging for kisses and attention from you. He noticed how you had changed through time. You didn’t seem as jolly as you used to and it made him sad.

When you admitted that it was because of your scars and his so-called fans’ words to you, he flipped. He was angry a himself for never noticing your suffering. He pulled you into his arms and rested his head on top of yours as you hugged like that.

“I love you. You’re so beautiful. I always thought you were the prettiest little thing and I will never change that. I’m sorry I’ve found out so late, I will definitely talk to them about this, because nobody talks bad about my baby.” He said sassily, making you laugh a little.

“Thank you Hyunjin. I love you.”

“I love you too baby.”

Jisung:

Jisung was at your place after the two of you had a date. You were tired, he was tired, so you decided to hang out at your apartment and just snuggle in the living room with cheesecake flavoured ice cream. 

You were removing your makeup and discussing with yourself if you should redo your makeup. Your acne scars were something that you had always been ashamed of and you never shown them to your boyfriend. What she didn’t know was that Jisung never really noticed her scars, because he didn’t see them as scars. He saw them as something that accessorised your face beautifully. The boy was just blinded with love for you. Anything you would consider a bad thing about yourself, he would just disagree immediately.

“I really hate-“ “No, I love it. I love you.” “But you don’t even know what I was going to-“ “Nope- I love you! Now shh and let me love you.” He would say before drowning you with love. 

As you were removing your makeup, you heard your boyfriend run towards you, making you freeze in your spot. You were terrified of him seeing your bare face, exposing all your ‘imperfections’. 

Jisung was almost skipping around as he was looking around for something comfortable to wear in your closet. He had sweaters of his laying around your place, since he knew you loved them very much. 

Jisung walked into the bathroom, not caring to knock first. He hugged you form behind as you looked at each other through the mirror. You were just blankly staring at him, waiting for his reaction on your scarred face.

“I had so much fun baby. Are you almost ready? I have the movie and the ice cream ready.” He said excited as he swung you from side to side. He then noticed you staring at him and he shot you a small smile as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I don’t know exactly what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours, but I just want to tell you that I really love you and I’m hoping that I will spend many more years with you. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, on the inside and out and I still can’t believe that I can call you mine. I love you.” He whispered, before placing a peck on the nape of your neck. You smiled at him before turning around. You hugged him tight after you kissed his lips.

“I love you too.”

Felix:

You were chilling at home with your boyfriend on your side. He was laying on his back with his head rested on your thighs as he was playing a game on his phone, whilst you were watching a drama on TV. 

You both loved days like this. You didn’t need to go on a date per se, you just needed each other’s company and the two of you would be content. Felix is a relaxed guy, even though he had those moments where he was jumping around as he was thrilled for something. Felix was also a sensitive guy, he cares a lot about your feelings and he always valued your opinions on things.

Like when it came to his style, he always came to you for advice.

You did the same to him, even when it came to your beauty products.

“Baby, look this moisturiser makes your skin glow gold-“ “Felix, do you really believe that?” “I mean the box says it-“ “It’s just advertisement babe-“ “Baby, I love you, but don’t be a hater. We’re trying this.” 

Felix of course wants you to feel good about yourself, so he often reminded you of how beautiful you were to him. One day you were just really down and you felt depressed. You felt a little unwell in the tummy and your face looked a mess to you. Your scars were darker than ever and you hated all of it. 

Felix had been a little clingy, but you didn’t mind. You just wanted to cuddle him quietly and just stay put. Felix looked up to you from his position and noticed how your makeup had faded a little, exposing the true lines of your face. He saw the lines of your creased and you smile line and thought they were beautiful. He saw the little dark spots on your face, but didn’t think too much of them.

You had voiced that you hated them and that saddened him.

“You called my freckles stars on my face because you thought they were beautiful. I think your scars are stars to me. They are so pretty. I love them like you love my freckles when I hated them the most. I love you so much.”

Seungmin:

Seungmin is a sweet guy. And obviously a great boyfriend. He was a little bit of a tease but you loved him for it. He often teased you for having a “bad” taste in clothing.

“You just look funny babe.” He would laugh as you walked out of your bedroom.

“What do you want me to wear then?”

“My clothes.” He would snicker cheekily.

“SEUNGMIN WHAT-?!”

One thing Seungmin would never make fun of though is your appearance, leaving your clothes choices out of this. One day the two of you were getting ready for bed and you were fooling around whilst listening to music.

Seungmin was poking your cheeks and your sides as you were trying to brush your teeth. You would whine and poke him back, receiving cute noises coming out from his mouth, making you giggle. Right after you two would perform your skin routine, one being a little longer than the other. You can guess whose was longer: the idol in the relationship.

“Seems clear, who has the best and clearest skin in this relationship.” He joked, but soon he’d realise his mistake. 

You had always been insecure and ashamed of your skin. It was full with acne and scars and Seungmin knew you hated it.

When he noticed your change in mood, he’d drop literally whatever he was doing and ran to you to hug you.

“No, don’t be sad. I’m sorry. I love you! Your scars are pretty, you’re my beautiful baby and I love you and I’m so sorry. I’m such a fool. Please don’t hate me.” He begs as he kisses every inch of your face. 

“I love you too Minnie.” You whispered back, obviously forgiving him, because who wouldn’t. I mean look at the cutie!

Jeongin: Jeongin is still quite young and might not have a lot of experience when it comes to romantic relationships, but he of course has friends. You were often treated like a friend, since you and Jeongin started off as best friends and became a couple through time. Jeongin never changed the way he treated you, besides adding extra cuddles and kisses. 

Jeongin had always known that you were insecure about showing your bare face in public or to him at times when you felt like down or unwell. Jeongin often didn’t really know what to do when it came to your problems, but he really wanted to help. He’d do research online on the best skincare to treat your acne and your scars. He’d order them online from an international brand and give them to you as a surprise.

You would be quite emotional since he was just so sweet. He cared and thought it through and you appreciated it very much. You would thank him and kiss him sweetly.

Jeongin would also look on the internet at things that could cause acne and he would look out for you to not use or eat those things to prevent the extra outbreak. Once again you were very touched at how helpful Jeongin was and how sweet he was being.

He’s told you sweet words that you are beautiful to him and that you’re special and that he would be a mess without you, which you often respond to with ‘I know’.

“I really hope you know, I’m trying my best and that you know that I love you very much. I’m young and I’m still learning, but aren’t we both? I know I usually treat you like my best friend, but you really are my best friend and I love you.”

“Of course I know. You have been the sweetest boyfriend. You actually helped me with my acne and most of my scars are actually fading. You’re the best really. I love you.” You said softly before hugging him tightly. 

It couldn’t get better than this.

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Can you write one where they have sex for the second time? I think a majority of fics focus on the first time, but I’d like to see one where they’re still testing the waters out even tho hence already slept together once

Hi, anon! First of all, thank you so much for your prompt! This is a really good idea, and you’re right, the majority of fics do focus on the first time, but second time has the potential to be just as interesting. Second of all, I’m so sorry it took me so long to write this. I’m terrible at smut. I hope you like what I did with your prompt! I am really fond of the idea of Malec having the sex talk, because I’m the type of person that can’t even fathom having sex with somebody without talking about it first. That’s just the way my brain is wired. So I decided I should add that in! Thank you so much for your prompt, and I hope you like this :)

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Communication is Sexy

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The late evening sun flooded the kitchen with light, giving its two occupants something of a golden hue. “You’ll like it,” Magnus promised Alec. He handed the Shadowhunter a martini glass filled to the brim with a bubbling, frothy blue liquid. Alec sent his boyfriend a doubtful look but pressed the drink to his lips anyway.

After a few sips, Alec cocked his head to the side in thought. “Not bad,” he admitted, the beginnings of a grin on his face.

“See?” Magnus gloated. “When it comes to drinks, Alexander, my expertise is unparalleled.”

Alec rolled his eyes at Magnus’s theatrics and watched as the warlock took a sip of his own drink, an equally blue concoction, though his was much stronger than Alec’s. Almost without his permission, his gaze landed on Magnus’s plump, kissable lips and the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.

Alec took a sip of his own drink and averted his eyes, trying to hide the blush that flamed his cheeks. He and Magnus had made love before, but only once, and it was in a rush of lust and laughter and the inherent desire to connect with each other on every level possible. It was exhilarating and mind-blowing and fun and Magnus had seemed to enjoy himself just as much as Alec did.

But Alec had to wonder. It was his first time with a man; hell, his first time ever. After the fact, Magnus hadn’t said anything about it - whether it was good, bad, or even somewhere in between. Would Magnus want to have sex with him again? Did he do everything right? Was there -

“Alexander.” Magnus’s voice jolted Alec out of his thoughts. He looked up guiltily.

“Yeah?”

“What’s on your mind, darling?”

“Nothing’s - ”

“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart,” Magnus cut him off. “I can tell something’s bothering you.”

Alec gazed into the depths of his martini glass, chewing his bottom lip. “I just - I mean, I...when you and I, um, had sex, you...didn’t say anything about it afterwards. Was I - Was I okay?”

“Oh, Alec,” Magnus said, his tone dripping with sadness.

“What?” Alec said defensively. “I mean, was I bad? Was I - ”

“Shh.” Magnus placed a finger over his lips. “You were perfect, Alexander.” Alec breathed a sigh of relief, and Magnus continued, “I’m sorry that my lack of communication made you feel as though you’d done something wrong. I assure you that wasn’t my intention at all.”

“It’s okay,” Alec replied meekly. “I just thought - ”

“I should have known better,” Magnus went on, as though he hadn’t spoken. “I’ve lived for centuries, dated hundreds of people, and I know that communication is a large part of what makes a relationship work.” Magnus stepped closer to Alec and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m sorry I didn’t communicate with you like I should have.”

“It’s okay,” Alec said, smiling at him. “I didn’t communicate well with you, either.”

Magnus pressed a kiss to the hollow of Alec’s neck, right over his Deflect rune. “That’s alright, darling. I forgive you.” Alec tilted his head to the side, allowing Magnus more access to his neck.

Magnus smirked and began to suck a bruise over the ink-black mark. Alec let a low groan escape his lips, and he reached to pull Magnus closer so he could run his fingers through the warlock’s spiked hair.

When Magnus pulled away a few seconds later, Alec couldn’t help the little whine that escaped him at the loss of Magnus’s mouth. Magnus’s lips stretched into a cocky grin, and Alec rolled his eyes.

“Are we feeling playful tonight, Alexander?” Magnus asked with a convincing pretense of innocence.

“Maybe,” Alec admitted, a slow smile playing on the edges of his lips.

“Well, before we get too lost in each other, we should talk,” Magnus said, taking Alec’s hand and leading him to sit down on the island in the kitchen.

“About what?” Alec asked, apprehension racing back to the forefront of his mind at Magnus’s ominous words.

“What we like,” Magnus replied, as though the answer to his question was obvious. “Our sexual preferences.”

Alec raised an eyebrow. “Our sexual preferences seemed pretty aligned when we - ”

Magnus chuckled. “First of all, communication is sexy.” Alec snorted at that. “Second of all, what we did the other night is merely one of the ways in which I would like to take you apart, Alexander.” Magnus’s voice dropped about two octaves.

Alec swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way that heat pooled in his lower region at Magnus’s words. “W-What do you want to know?”

“Do you like blowjobs?”

“I, uh, wouldn’t know,” Alec replied, a bit embarrassed. “I’ve never had one.”

Magnus patted Alec’s knee in reassurance. “We’ll fix that soon.” Alec indulged in a small smile at his words.

“What about handjobs?”

“Yes,” Alec answered.

Magnus nodded in approval and winked. “So do I.”

“Being fingered?” Magnus mused, meeting Alec’s gaze head-on.

Alec blushed and looked away as he mumbled, “Yeah.”

Magnus grinned, in a manner that was oddly catlike. “Excellent.” He reached up to run his fingers through Alec’s thick black hair in a reassuring manner, and Alec subconsciously leaned into the touch.

“Alexander, are you kinky at all?” Magnus asked softly. He wasn’t sure how familiar Shadowhunters were with the mundane concept of the word, not to mention how Alec had been forced to repress the part of himself that wanted for something more than friendship with other men, so Magnus wanted to approach the subject with caution.

“I, um, I-I don’t know,” Alec admitted, obviously embarrassed about his lack of experience. Magnus tutted softly and squeezed Alec’s knee comfortingly. “Can you...give me some more parameters?”

“Okay.” Magnus hummed thoughtfully. “Would you be open to being tied up?”

“No,” Alec replied hastily. “I-I just - I’m a Shadowhunter, and we’re meant to always be able to escape, and I - ”

Magnus squeezed Alec’s shoulder in a soothing manner, effectively cutting off his explanation. “It’s okay, Alexander. You know I would never do anything you didn’t want me to. If you don’t want to be tied up, then we don’t do that. Okay?”

Alex exhaled shakily, then nodded. “Okay.”

“In fact - ” Magnus broke off, looking thoughtful. “Do you know of the colour system, Alexander?”

Alec shook his head mutely.

“It’s something that couples who practice kink use to make sure each other are okay,” Magnus explained. “Green means that everything is okay, yellow means to slow down or that something is bordering on a limit, blue means more, harder, or faster, and red means to stop. They’re called safewords, and they’re meant to be used in place of ‘stop’ or ‘no’, since those might be common phrases in kinkier sex that don’t necessarily mean the person actually wants to stop.”

“That sounds good,” Alec acquiesced, a small smile blooming at the edges of his lips.

Magnus matched his smile with one of his own. “Perfect.”

“Would you be willing to try wearing a butt plug?” Magnus continued, moving his hand from Alec’s shoulder to grasp his Shadowhunter’s hand and interlace their fingers.

Alec’s breath hitched and he flushed red with embarrassment. Magnus managed to resist chuckling at his lover’s timidity, trying to remind himself that Alec had likely never thought he would be asked these types of questions, much less be allowed to answer.

Magnus just barely caught the mumbled, “Yeah” that spilled from his lips. One glance at his Shadowhunter’s dark brown eyes told him that the idea was more than appealing to Alec, and Magnus tucked that information away for later, after they’d been together a few more times and Alec was more comfortable with it.

Magnus smiled and leaned over to peck Alec’s cheek. “You never cease to amaze me, Alexander.”

Alec felt his lips tug into a fond smile at the sight of his boyfriend looking at him with such clear devotion in his eyes and he surged forward to capture Magnus’s lips in a searing kiss. Magnus laughed and wound his arms around Alec’s neck, drawing the other man closer to him. Alec felt his eyes flutter shut and sank into the feeling of Magnus’s mouth working with his, pulling and tugging and littering small nibbles along his sensitive bottom lip.

One particularly cruel bite had Alec keening against Magnus’s lips and Magnus smirked, wondering if his Alexander was hiding a pain kink for Magnus to uncover. Magnus maneuvered them off of the counter and began to push Alec towards the bedroom without breaking their kiss. Alec went blindly, trusting Magnus’s direction and nearly stumbling into a wall.

By the time they reached the bedroom and Magnus pushed Alec back onto the pillows, both men were significantly riled up and Alec was done with the foreplay.

He grabbed Magnus’s neck and pulled the warlock on top of him, hungrily sucking a mark onto his left shoulder. Magnus moaned and allowed Alec to have his way with him for now. When the bruise had formed and Alec moved his mouth away from Magnus, Magnus snapped his fingers and their clothes vanished into thin air.

Alec blushed at the sudden exposure, and Magnus chuckled, leaning in to place a reassuring kiss to his lips.

Alec let his eyes fall closed with a soft sigh and Magnus began to make his way down the Shadowhunter’s chest, pressing feather-soft kisses here and there and inching closer and closer to the place Alec wanted him to go.

When Magnus’s kisses finally reached their destination, Magnus looked up at Alec through his lashes and asked, “Colour?”

“G-Green,” Alec stammered, breathing hard. “Please, Magnus.”

Magnus hummed appreciatively. “Please, Magnus. I like the sound of that.”

Alec had no time to be embarrassed, for Magnus’s lips immediately wrapped around the head of his cock, and he forgot everything but the all-encompassing warmth of Magnus’s mouth on him. He threw his head back and barely registered the pain as it hit the headboard.

“Magnus,” Alec breathed, unable to stop a loud groan from escaping.

Magnus smirked at him, a deep chuckle reverberating down Alec’s length. He shuddered and reached out to tug at Magnus’s hair, causing Magnus to moan around him. Magnus reached one hand up to Alec’s chest and began to twist his nipple cruelly. Alec gasped and moaned in earnest.

Magnus smirked. So he was right, his Shadowhunter did like a little bit of pain.

“M-Magnus,” Alec cried out, thrusting into the gloriously wet warmth that surrounded his cock.

Magnus pulled off of him with a pop and Alec whined a little at the loss. “Tell me what you want, darling,” Magnus said, licking his lips. “I’ll give you anything.”

“M-More, please,” Alec whimpered.

“I believe we have a word for that, Alexander,” Magnus said, his tone bordering on stern.

“Blue,” Alec said. “Blue, please, Magnus!”

Magnus smirked. “As you wish, darling.” He returned to his previous ministrations and began to take Alec down as far as he could, deepthroating him with a practiced ease. Alec writhed on the bed, moaning and panting and uttering nonsensical cries at irregular intervals.

“Blue,” Alec said, thrusting into Magnus’s mouth once more. “Please, please, blue!”

Magnus stopped his torture on Alec’s nipple and slipped a hand between them to caress the lower half of Alec’s cock. Alec let out a strangled moan that sounded a lot like a, “Yes!” and Magnus, encouraged by his lover’s response, began to stroke Alec in earnest.

Magnus could feel from the tightening of Alec’s balls and the way he couldn’t form words any longer, only choked sounds, that he was close. An idea began to take shape in Magnus’s mind, and he altered his grip on Alec just enough so that he could run his nails along the underside of his cock.

Alec keened and bucked into Magnus’s grip. Magnus grinned. He hollowed his cheeks and allowed Alec to fuck his mouth and pull harshly at his hair.

After only a few seconds, Alec moaned, “I-I’m gonna - ” and pulled his hands away from Magnus to grip the headboard tightly.

Magnus pulled off of Alec and used his hands to make up for the lack of his mouth. He paid attention to Alec’s head and dipped his nails into the slit, causing Alec to emit a loud whine. “Come for me, Alexander,” Magnus said, and Alec thrusted upwards once, twice, and then he was coming all over both of their stomachs, screaming his pleasure for all to hear.

Magnus milked every last drop of Alec’s orgasm from him, until the Shadowhunter was completely spent. Alec’s eyes fell closed as he released several shaky breaths.

Magnus patted his thigh and said, “Rest up, darling. We still have a lot left to do.”

If, in the morning, Magnus happened to mention the little whimper that left Alec’s lips at this, he would steadfastly deny it.