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frxxxncx · 1 year ago

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happy birthday - c. seungcheol

»idol!¡Choi Seungcheol x fem!¡reader.

»Summary: It´s midnight and you´re alone in your apartment for your birthday.

»Tags: smut (MDNI), oral (f. receiving), cunnilingus, pet names, establish relationship, idolau, fingering, countertop oral(?, body worship, dom!seungcheol, sub!reader, reader is mention to have her ears pierced, seungcheol is strong af.

»Words: 1.4k (idk)

note: i feel like as much as Cheol likes people to congratulate him on his birthday, he would try his best to do the same for his partner, idk, it was my birthday like three days ago and i just miss him so much ;c

note 2: Any typo or incoherence that you might find was completely intentional, it’s for the sake of learning about my mistakes.

Your hair tickled on the back of your neck, the soft air of the night making it dance on your skin.

In this particularly cold night, you looked at the moon with a solemn expression in your face, you were sitting in the balcony... alone, with the big and shining sphere who has always been the witness of your bittersweet nights filled in loneliness, but also bystander of those you spent with company.

The memories of his warm body beside you, tugging you into a warm hug seem very distant, like they have been only a long and wonderful dream.

You closed your eyes trying to imagine your boyfriend being there, his hoarse voice congratulating you for your birthday as soon as the clock hits midnight like he always used to do.

Filling your face with kisses and caressing your body with softness, but he wasn't there.

It's been four months since the last time you saw him, his schedule always filled to the brim, presentations, concerts, interviews, flights, pre-recording, you didn't know what to do, you talk all the time, texts, calls, FaceTime, but it's not enough, it's just to little of him for you.

You hugged yourself and the clock rang announcing midnight.

"Happy birthday to me" you said while an uncontrollable tear slipped through your reddened cheek.

You got up, and palmed the dirt of your shirt to get inside the apartment. Dragging your feet, you threw yourself in your bed, crashing into the mattress, hurting your back with the tv controller that was laying there before.

You took the controller from behind your back, to settle in the bed hugging your pillow tightly, arching your back making your shirt -your boyfriend's shirt- lift.

"Fuck, what a nice view" the velvety yet masculine voice of your boyfriend rang in your ears, and startled you sat in your bed.

There he was, standing in the door frame, with a big box of chocolates, a bottle of wine and a cute bouquet of your favourite flowers. His pearly smile lighted the gloominess in the room, making your heart flutter.

"Happy birthday, baby" he said sweetly but with an apologetic smile, maybe thinking you were upset by his tardiness.

You wanted to cry big time, you were certain that he was extremely tired from his rehearsals, but yet you were so happy that he took the time to come.

Euphoric you got out of bed, running to him and jumping on his arms, pinning your legs on his hips and locking your arms in his neck. Seungcheol, was in a tough position, his arms were full with the gifts and now you were clinging onto him like a tick, he has to admit it, his core balance is pretty sick.

Your face rested in the crock of his neck and the woody smell stroke your nostrils, and with that you were sure that him being there was not a dream.

You raised your face, his eyes were like two shining stars and his sweet smile almost made you melt in his arms. With his hands still very occupied, he managed to hug you back and give a loud kiss on your temple.

"I missed you so much" he whispered in your ear, his soft lips caressing your earlobe sending shivers down your spine.

A chill ran down your body making you tighten your grip on his neck.

"I missed you too, Cheolie"

Seungcheol, who was somehow still lifting you, got out of the room and went straight to the kitchen, putting everything in place, the chocolates in the table, the flowers in the pot and the wine, well, the wine in the wine fridge. When his hands were free he decided to sit you in the aisle in the middle of the kitchen.

Your legs and arms untangled from his figure, but he didn't move an inch, with your legs on each side of his hips, he started to leave kisses in the soft skin of your neck, sweet kisses in the freckles of your shoulders, but biting and sucking your collarbone.

His black shirt which you were using was starting to get in the way and quickly he got rid of it. He admired your bare chest, your beautiful and delicate skin, your breasts that fit in his hands just perfectly.

He kept kissing your skin while his hands were now fondling your breast enjoying the soft moans that escaped your mouth. A loud whimper dance away from your mouth, when his lips started to give pecks at your breasts.

He missed you so much, he just wanted you to touch you, draw your whole body with his fingers, engrave every curve of your body in his memory.

The tips of his fingers were now caressing your thighs doing imaginary figures, stroking with care. His kisses got to the base of your stomach, your fingers were starting to curl thrilled.

"God, you're so perfect" he whispered against your belly, making you shiver.

Your hands squeezed tightly the edge of the isle, knuckles whitening at the action and almost losing feeling in your fingers. You laid, your body suddenly feeling heavy, a whine slipped from your lips as Seungcheol’s fingers ran over your clotted cunt, just a little caress over your clothes making you shiver, not even directly and still it felt so good.

He tugged with his thumbs in the elastic of your underwear, stroking faintly with his fingers the journey to your ankles, making your skin burn exquisitely.

Now with your underwear long forgotten in some dark corner of the kitchen, Seungcheol's fingers travelled through the inside of your thighs once again.

As his digits got closer and closer to your core, he stopped, gripping the soft flesh of your legs tightly, making you moan.

Seungcheol put his rough palms in your knees, and testing your flexibility he pushed as much as he could without hurting you, his eyes travelled from your eyes to your cunt, licking his lips at the stirring view, your core sopping in your arousal.

His breath was hot against your wet and puffy lips, how was it even possible for you to feel this worked up when you haven't even started yet?, you were eager to know what was about to come next.

Like two petals the kisses were soft and silky, lips dancing skilfully on your cunt, making you chant his name in an obscene mantra, he drank till the last drop of your arousal, like it was one of his favourite wines.

His tongue strokes over your sex, drawing fat strips with the hot muscle, enjoying your exquisite flavour like a starving man, but also pleased for being able to make you moan just like a porn star.

You could feel his hot tongue inside of you, his nose bumping with your clit, making your toes curl, you are not sure if it is because you love him so much, but Seungcheol is just so fucking good at giving you head, he knew where to touch, where to suck, he knows your body like the palm of his hand and that makes you even wetter.

And when he pressed his big hand onto your belly you felt how the coil that has been building up started to erupt, like firework exploiting inside of you, and when your orgasm washed you over, he drank it all, leaving you a trembling mess, receiving more pleasure from hearing you become such a mess just from giving you head, ignoring completely the hard on pressing painfully against his jeans.

His blonde hair felt soft against your thighs, when he lifted his face to looked at you, you could help but let a pathetic cry slip your mouth, his lips were bright red and glossy, chin covered in your arousal, he was panting, expression denoting adoration, making your heart melt in the spot.

His eyes looked at you lovingly, his tongue licking what it could from your excitement from his lips, his face got close to yours, lips kissing your earlobe feeling the cold metal of your piercing in his lips.

"I love you"

Your chest tightened, happiness overflowing your body, you stole a soft and innocent kiss from Seungcheol, making him laugh.

"I love you too"

"Happy birthday"

"Well now I'll go get your present" he got up and started to walk towards the door but you were confused.

"Wait" you said and he stopped in the door frame to look at you with a smile, head tilted to the side "My presents weren't the chocolates, the wine and the flowers?" the disorientation in your voice was obvious.

"No, that was just a small gift" he furrowed his eyebrows still smiling, yet his expression was showered in disbelief "Do you think I'm broke or something?"

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schrodingers-romy · 4 months ago

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You Don’t Gotta Hold Me Down, Baby (I Know How to Sink) [Shidou Ryusei x Reader]

Pairing: Shidou Ryusei x GN!Reader Word Count: ~1800 [Ao3 Link]

Summary: Ryusei is used to feeling empty at the end of the day; at least, until he has you.

Warnings: crying, some light depression i think from shidou, kisses, reader and ryusei are both lonely and weird idk what to tell you, no gendered pronouns/terms used for reader, gratuitous petnames, some innuendo but nothing sexual/heated happens

Notes: I read in the character book line where he 'cries at the end of the day when he becomes nothing' and I haven't stopped thinking about it. I sincerely hope it's in character but idk. I love him anyways tho and I had fun writing this <3 Title is a lyric from RELAX AFTER WORK WITH A DRINK by Lilyisthatyou.

At the end of the day, Shidou Ryusei becomes nothing.

During the day, lit by the radiance of the sun, he was something. He was in control of his own destiny, a daredevil chasing the high of the next explosion. Whether that explosion came from kicking a soccer ball or kicking some slime’s face in was irrelevant; it was the rush of endorphins it gave him that was important. He was in peak form, the predator at the top of the food chain, devouring the opportunities the world had gifted him, glutting himself on whatever adrenaline high presented itself. But it never lasted; the explosive energy he had faded to nothing at the end of the day, pleasure slipping through his fingers like smoke in the wind, escaping him with the escaping daylight. After sunset, he was left empty, void of any sort of vitality; like a combustion engine with no fuel to light, he was left stiff, and cold, and useless. Forgotten.

He didn't even bother trying to stay up much past sunset, most days. Even with the sun’s lingering warmth rising from the earth during the night, it was always too cold for him, without the light shining on him. He was a photosynthetic organism, relying on sunlight to create his own sustenance in the form of his explosions.

Ryusei liked to think that the faster he went to sleep, the faster he would see the sun again.

It even worked, sometimes.

But sometimes it didn't. Sometimes he lay there for hours, too tired to do anything, and too tired to sleep. It was a bone-deep exhaustion, one that made his joints ache dully, and his eyes stay stuck open, as tears dripped freely down from them onto the thin and faded material of his pillowcase. Those nights, he desperately waited for the sun to return, so he could come back to life. So he could go back to seeking some way to make himself feel. And maybe he would be lucky enough to somehow make his mark on the world, so he would no longer fade from it every night like a mirage.

But he hadn’t made a mark on the world yet. He had yet to make something of himself.

So, at night, Shidou Ryusei would cry as he became nothing.

You were both a particular brand of lonely.

Something in the both of you had noticed each other; like calling to like. You were too close for people who had known each other for such a short period of time; it would be concerning, if either of you cared. But you didn’t, so you spent your days attached at the hip. Gorging yourselves on the attention of the other, desperate creatures starved for the acknowledgement and understanding that you had only ever found in each other.

It wasn’t an understanding borne of explicit conversation; the two of you had discussed almost everything under the sun and moon, but you both excelled at skirting the razor’s edge of baring your issues fully. Whether it was because neither of you understood your own mind yourself, or because some sort of animal instinct in you just understood each other without having to spill the gore of your worst feelings, it was unclear. It didn’t really matter, anyways. You were two sides of the same corroded coin, two pieces of a defective puzzle that could only ever fit together.

It was past midnight, and you were exhausted. The noise from the television was nothing more than the canned background hum to Ryusei's presence. The true focus of the scene was his flickering gaze and the hot press of his thighs against yours. You were sitting so close you could nearly count every single one of his numerous blond lashes. The shadows they cast on his cheeks were hypnotizing to you, and you found yourself leaning into him, with a combination of your own sleepiness and the dizzy, floaty sensation you always felt when you were this close to him casting you off balance. You could not help yourself from leaning further in, until you were falling into him. Your cheek landed pressed onto the warmth of his exposed collarbone, where his oversized shirt collar had slipped down to reveal tanned skin. You let out a heavy sigh, nuzzling into him, as he wrapped his arms around you to pull you ever closer to his heated body.

“Tired, babes?” he asked, the uncharacteristic deep, slow tone to his voice betraying his own sleepiness.

“Mhmm hmm,” you mumbled. “Too tired to go home. I’m staying here tonight.”

With anyone else, you wouldn’t have been so bold as to invite yourself to stay the night for the first time. But everything was different with Ryusei. You could be as bold as you wanted, take what you wanted, without fear of ridicule or rejection or anger. He would just give you a particular feral grin, when you asserted yourself, that made you feel confident and on top of the world.

It’s only because you’re so close that you felt the slight hitch in his breath. He covered it nearly seamlessly with his usual attitude. “Of course! I’d love to have you spend the night with me, sexy~”

You nipped lightly at his collar bone, chastising. “Just sleeping, Ryu, no innuendo intended.”

“Aww, how can you say that, after putting your teeth on me,” he whined, teasing. “You know that gets me going, sugar…”

“I want you to get going. To sleep,” you retorted. “I’m tiredddd.” You let your voice trail into a childish whine.

“Can’t have that, can we?” Ryusei shifted, sliding one arm underneath your thighs and one behind your back to lift you up into a bridal carry. “Do I have Your Highness’s permission to take you to bed? I promise not to have my wicked way with you there. Knight’s honor.”

“Ah, why would I not trust my most loyal knight? Take me away, good sir.”

Ryusei grinned wide enough to show gums, before carrying you out of the living room with surprising gentleness.

(Though it wasn’t entirely surprising, to you.)

The room was dark, aside from the weak, silvered light of the moon and stars that leaked from Ryusei’s uncovered window. It was just bright enough for you to see the faintest details of his face.

He looked softer, hair down, kohl washed away, venomous pink eyes half-lidded; a sort of physical representation of how he bared himself to you. You were compelled to pull him closer to you, until you could bury your face into his product-free hair. You let out a contented hum at feeling the abnormal silkiness of it.

You were so comfortable; you felt like you were melting into the mattress. It had been forever since you had gone to sleep feeling so relaxed (and safe, and not alone); you couldn’t be blamed for nearly drifting off the second you laid down with Ryusei in your arms.

You were almost gone, slipping into dreamland by the pull of the gentle hands of Morpheus, when you felt Ryusei begin to tremble in your arms.

It was like a switch had been flipped, removing sleep from the edges of your mind like the swipe of an eraser on a chalkboard. You were immediately focused on him.

“Ryusei? Are you okay?” you whispered, a sliver of panic slipping into your voice.

You could feel him shaking slightly in your hold, arms wrapped in a vice grip around you, face pressed tightly into your neck, hiding his expression from you. You felt a drip of wetness fall onto your skin and slip down.

He was crying.

“Baby,” you murmured, hugging his lax body even closer to yours, like you could tuck him away into your ribcage, safe and sound. “Ryu, darling, what’s wrong?” You felt off-balance, perhaps for the first time since you had met. Your understanding did not extend to this, not when he had so carefully pirouetted around any true pain he felt when you talked.

He gripped you tighter for a moment, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises, before he relaxed his hold. “Nothin’s wrong.” He lifted his head to look at you.

The tear trails on his face were lit up like liquid drips of mercury in the moonlight. But he didn’t look devastated, as you expected; instead, he had the smallest, softest smile you had ever seen him wear. Even in the half-light, his gaze was soaked in so much affection, he looked love-drunk. It rendered you speechless.

“Y’know,” he laughed wetly, “I usually cry, at night. When I become nothing.” He took a deep, shuddering breath.

You lifted one hand to his face, wiping away the fresh flow of tears that leaked from his glittering eyes. Your eyebrows were creased, a pang going through your heart at his words.

But he wasn’t done, pausing only to nuzzle his cheek further into your hand, like a housecat. “Still cryin’, tonight, but I’m not sad. Y’see babes? I’m not sad. I don’t feel like nothing, I feel happy. Happy tears, sweetheart, just cause tonight I’m with you.” He giggled, hiccupping slightly as his laughter caught on the tears still welling up.

You gaped at Ryusei for a moment, before you yanked him into a kiss. It wasn’t the best kiss ever, still wet with his tears, barely more than a firm press of mouths together before you release him.

He grinned at you for a moment, before dropping back down onto you, boneless. “I feel drunk. Like I’m high. Crossfaded. On you, babe!~” he blabbered, sing-song. “It’s not an explosion, it’s a bonfire inside of me! Shit, this might be better than playing. Or fighting. I might even be a little horny right now, I can’t tell.”

“God, you’re so weird, Ryu.” You punctuated your statement with a firm kiss to his forehead, making an exaggerated ‘mwah’ sound that drew a giggle from the man on top of you. “I love you. I’m gonna be with you forever. I’ll move in, and we’ll sleep together every night, you’ll never feel like nothing again.”

“Maybe I AM horny…horny off of love…emotionally horny?” he rambled. “Fuck, I don’t know, babe, but I love you too, and I’m never gonna let your pretty ass go now, y’hear?”

“Perfect. We’ll become one organism. Symbiosis. Like lichen,” you breathed.

Ryusei let out a lovesick sigh. “Love it when you talk sexy to me.”

You felt one of his hands drift down to squeeze one of your ass cheeks.

You let out an exasperated, but fond sigh. “Ryusei. Go to sleep.”

“Okay honey~” he said, letting out a little giggle into your collarbone.

(And for the first time in years, neither of you fell asleep feeling empty, or lonely; and you would wake up to find joy in the sunrise together.)

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hannahluvsbillie · 4 months ago

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causal.

pairing: billie x reader

a/n: this is my first time writing a blurb like this! sorry if it’s lowkey messy and confusing, let me know if it is 😓. i came up with this idea half awake at 1 am and i thought i’d post it here!! ok bye im talking too much

warnings: none (maybe angst if you squint)

“this’ll be casual right?”

billie says, looking into your eyes. the moon shining through the windshield of her car, giving the car a type of lighting that can’t be recreated, especially as it’s shining on her.

you nod. you’ll regret nodding in the later months. when everything doesn’t feel casual. especially these car rides you two have. where she picks you up, then somehow you two end up in the backseat, her between your legs, praising you like your the only woman that really matters to her.

“yeah. causal.” you say under your breath.

billie just nods, smile still lingering on her face as she backs up out of the parking spot and starts to drive back to your apartment.

i tried to be the cool girl that holds her tounge and gives you space.

you and billie were driving, again. it’s become a weekly routine of yours. she picks you up, then she drives to nowhere in specific. then you end up in a parking lot, in the back seat. every. time.

suddenly, her phone lights up. out of pure instinct you look down at it, seeing a DM from instagram. you immediately recognize the username, that’s the girl you saw in her following. it was almost like the username lit up with red light to you.

billie glances over and sees you looking down at her phone, she casually puts her hand over the phone and flips it over to where you couldn’t see it. of course she’s hiding it from you.

whatever, it wasn’t like you two where exclusive. no matter how much you wished you two were, it would never happen.

a few weeks later, you two where in the same spot. the same thing happened. her phone lit up with the same username.

it may of been the lack of sleep you got last night, but you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“who’s that?” you say softly, glancing up at billie.

“hm?” she hums, her hand resting on your thigh. she looks down at her phone and if you weren’t staring at her, you wouldn’t of seen it. but the slightest bit of anxiety crosses her face.

“oh, just some girl.” she says, as if it’s the most obvious thing.

she does the same thing she did last time, and the time before last. she flips her phone over.

“are yall two… like a thing?” you say softly, your voice dripping with anxiety.

“don’t worry about it mama.” she says, looking over at you for a split second.

you wanted to chuck her phone out the window at that moment, irritated by her causal response.

you take a deep breath, this could either lead to another argument or to just a brush off response from her. deep down you hoped for the latter.

“how many girls do you talk to bills?” you say, your tone comes off annoyed. your true emotions showing.

her hand grips your thigh just a bit harder, and her eyebrows raised at your tone.

“whys it matter?”

“we aren’t exclusive.” she says the last sentence under her breath.

that last sentence felt like she just stabbed you in the chest. even though you knew deep down that was the truth, you had found yourself believing a false reality, that maybe she did want more with you. that you could be her one and only.

“oh- i was just wondering.” you say, sounding small. she always had a way to make you feel like you were in the wrong.

but no, it was all just a game to her. your just another one of the girls she talks to. you always will be to her.

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niki-phoria · 6 months ago

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月光绽放在 midnight / 心跳漂浮起来

pairing: kamo choso x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 709

notes: i am a long haired choso enthusiast i make no apologies, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, inspo from this prompt list by @me-writes-prompts, title from wayv - after midnight

midnight. the moon shines brightly in the sky, casting a silver glow on the world below. the night is quiet; the silence is only occasionally broken by faint chirps from crickets and tree leaves bustling in the breeze.

“it’s late,” KAMO CHOSO says as he quietly steps into the light. moonlight shines in through the window, just barely enough to illuminate the tiles of your kitchen floor. “why are you still awake?”

you spare him a brief glance over your shoulder, softly smiling at him in acknowledgement. his curse mark is barely visible in the darkness. it looks like little more than a shadow that stretches across his cheeks. choso’s hair cascades down his back in waves, ending just before his shoulders.

“i couldn’t sleep,” you reply. turning your attention back to your window, your gaze studies the glints of stars that litter the sky above. “i thought some stargazing would help.”

“stargazing?” he repeats. choso’s footsteps echo throughout your kitchen as he wanders over to stand beside you. his tan robes hang loosely from his frame, missing the usual purple gi wrapped around his torso. stray strands of ink black hair frame his sharp features, free from their usual high buns.

you nod. “i think it’s relaxing - looking at the moon.”

choso quietly hums in acknowledgement. his attention shifts, following your gaze to look up at the sky above. the stars are just barely visible in the sky. they twinkle in the darkness. from so far away, the moon is little more than a small, glowing light.

“have you ever been in love?” you ask. your voice is quiet, cautious about disturbing the tranquility of the moment.

“what do you mean?” choso shifts, turning to face you. he’s standing next to you now; his body is so close that you can feel his knuckles ghost against your own when he reaches up to brush his bangs out of his face.

“you know, romantically,” you shrug. you turn to face him, studying his features in the dim light.

choso pauses, contemplating your question. his fingers find the hem of his robes, toying with the fabric. “i’m not sure. i’ve only ever loved my brothers,” he replies after a brief moment of silence. “have you?”

“it’s been a long time,” you chuckle sheepishly, almost a little embarrassed. “but i thought i was. i wanted it to be love, anyway.”

he nods. choso’s attention momentarily returns to the moon. it shines brightly in the sky, drowning out the light of the stars around it. “what did it feel like? to be in love?”

“it’s…” you pause, searching through your head for the right words. “it’s like unconditional trust. feeling safe with someone, no matter where you are. being with someone and knowing that somehow everything will be okay, as long as you’re both together.”

a comfortable silence falls over the room once again. choso fidgets with the hem of his robes, absentmindedly rolling the thin fabric between his fingers. he mulls over your words in his head.

curses are the antithesis of humans. they’re born from negative emotions, like fear and anger. it was unheard of for a curse and a human to interact without bloodshed; choso’s own existence was still heavily contested by sorcerers.

he was used to being met with cruelty and scorn, even when he helped exercise curses himself. but you were different. you were always kind. you greeted him with a soft smile and ensured that his technique was healing his wounds. you held his calloused, bloody hands in your own when you stood against the higher-ups. you made him feel safe - like everything was going to be okay.

choso turns to face you. the stars seem to reflect in his dark eyes; you can almost trace the various constellations in the sky looking back at you. blood rushes to his face, tinting his curse mark a deep shade of red. his ears burn from the heat spreading across his cheeks.

“y/n,” he murmurs. choso reaches up, hesitantly resting a hand against your face. his thumb strokes against your cheek. his touch is slow and careful. the intimacy of the moment sends butterflies swarming throughout your stomach. “i think i might be in love with you.”

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chaiifluuf · 11 months ago

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•°. *࿐ What if all i need is you? — d. osamu

synopsis. after going underground for the time being to leave the port mafia, yours and dazai’s friendship starts to feel like something else

content. gn!reader, spoilers for the dark era/season 2 ep 4, lowercase, comfort, fluff, hcs + one-shot, clingy dazai, lowkey bad writing??

notes. i don’t think i’ve ever been this nervous about posting something ( ; ω ; ), anyways first post and first time attempting to actually write smth so this most likely has grammatical mistakes…

dazai who, after witnessing his best friend’s death, arrived at your doorstep at midnight and without a second thought asked you to run away with him.

dazai who tells you everything that happened and why he is willing to make a change, hoping you will come along with him.

dazai who is deep down desperate for your comfort and touch, your soothing words that somehow always manage to find a way to his heart.

dazai who at one point couldn’t hold it together anymore and spends many nights silently crying into your shoulder, for the first time allowing himself to be vulnerable around you.

dazai who believes he will never be quite enough to deserve your endless amount of care and affection.

dazai who was able to have a full night of near peaceful sleep in a while, all thanks to your warmth and mere presence next to him.

dazai who realises how much you truly matter to him, how he can’t ignore the warm feeling in his chest whenever he sees you, how his body craves for you.

dazai who slowly starts to think that maybe with you he can do this and become the better person who odasaku wished him to be.

the full moon was shining brightly tonight, slightly peeking through the curtains of your shared apartment. the weather is calm, only a soft breeze passing by at times. it’s almost been half a year now since you and dazai went underground and it’s been quiet to say the least. with some help from ango, you were able to find a small temporary apartment in the suburbs, away from the main city.

the first few weeks after agreeing to go with him were rather rough. dazai was uncharacteristically quiet most of the time, his eyes seeming even duller and more distant than usually. it was clear to you how much odasaku’s death had really affected him and you can’t blame him. the best you could do was to tell him it was going to be okay and be there for him in any way needed, a reminder that you’re here to stay.

Another thing you weren’t used to was how clingy he would become.

despite the two of you not being in a relationship, it was almost unreal how touchy you got with each other. Sleeping and basking in each other’s warmth, the lingering touches when the other had to go elsewhere, the small caresses were like a second language for him at this point. and it never made you uncomfortable.

as of now you are finishing watching a film, one that has been sitting in your watchlist for a while now. the ending of it left you a little disappointed but overall it was more than enough to cure your boredom. with a soft sigh, you turn the tv off and place the remote control away.

your gaze drifts down to your chest, a view of familiar brown and soft hair snuggled up to you. he has been practically in the same position for the whole duration you watched the film, a pair of arms securely wrapped around your waist and his head resting against your chest. it's a serene sight.

judging by his steady heartbeat and slow breaths, he seems to be asleep. which is rather rare since the only time he gets actual sleep is late at night if even that. you briefly check your phone and it's barely ten pm. your hand finds itself in his hair, gently brushing through it as you untangle a few knots. it really was beyond your understanding of how soft it is. if you could spend your whole day just caressing his hair you would.

you can’t help but take notice of his features when you brush some of his bangs to the side. he looked absolutely ethereal and it made your heart beat faster without you realising it. you wish he could see himself the way you do. but then again he has said the same thing about you so that’s that. you will never get tired of his peaceful state though, looking as if there is not a single worry on his mind.

more often than you would like to admit, you wonder what you two are. up until running away, you were just close friends with him, friends who got along well. sure there was the typical dazai flirting and petnames here and there but you didn’t think they meant anything further than that. however, overtime you can’t deny the fact you might just have fallen for him.

but now you don’t know. do friends hold each other so intimately? do friends make most of your meals because they know you won’t eat anything else? does a friend look at you so longingly, even if it’s for a split second? and once you ponder about that, you start doubting if he feels the same. what if he doesn’t see you like that? what if he’ll get bored of you eventually? what if—

a small movement from dazai was enough to snap you out of your thoughts. he slightly shifted his position, letting out a faint exhale afterwards.

“‘samu?” you murmur as you stare at him for a little, expecting him to wake up but to your surprise he’s still in his slumber.

there is a certain glint of softness in your eyes before you close them and lightly bury your face into his hair, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo. despite your calm breaths, your mind was still running.

“…i love you.” your voice was barely audible. for whatever reason, you felt the need to say it, the very same three words that have plagued your thoughts for a while now. you know he didn’t hear it but at least that’s what made it easier to say. maybe one day you’ll finally let go of all your doubts and fears and confess to him, telling him how much he really means to you.

“you do?”

your heart drops. for a second you wondered if you really heard that or not. there was no way.

“what?” you respond quietly, almost in disbelief. dazai turns his head to get a better look at you as well as move a little closer. his eyes were half open but you can still see the glint of playfulness in them. a faint smirk was on his face. this man… is this supposed to mean that this whole time he was only pretending to be asleep?!

“you love me?” he repeated his question, a bit of teasing evident in his tone. god you wanted to smack that smug smile off his face. perhaps you should have never opened your mouth in the first place.

“ah, i just… i mean…” your words trailed off as your heart started to speed up. suddenly you didn’t know what to say but if he really heard your words earlier then the answer must be obvious. you’re sure you look flustered right now and you can’t even hide it from him since he’s right in front of you.

however, what he did next made your world freeze in time.

without a warning dazai slowly closed the distance and softly touched your lips with his. having you so distracted that you didn’t even notice when he moved his hand to the back your head.

the kiss lasted for about three seconds but it sure felt like an eternity. his lips were much softer than you thought, despite you not having enough time to fully react to the kiss. for a moment you can’t help but question if this was real or another dream you were about to wake up from.

his face still stayed close, his lips slightly parted as his warm breath hit your skin. “i think i love you too y’know..” he mumbled while gently caressing the corner of your jaw. his voice seemed more sincere when he said that.

and just like that all of you anxieties disappeared. you don’t what came over you but what you do know is that you captured his lips with yours once again. only this time you felt the need to go deeper, like you couldn’t get enough of him.

dazai welcomed your initiative warmly, letting out a quiet hum as you kissed him once again. you had no idea kissing someone could feel this good. you swear you can feel him smiling against your lips at some point and it makes your heart skip a beat. your hands wander through his hair, holding him close as your body relaxes.

you guessed all those times he bragged about being a good kisser turned out to be true after all.

when the two of you part to take a moment to breathe, he takes the chance to tease you again. “i’m still waiting for an answer to my question, bella.” he says softly.

yeah, this was definitely real.

thank you so much if you made it this far !<3 literally need to stop rereading this because it gets worse every time i do help

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HOUSE OF BALLOONS | JJK

08- In The Night

synopsis: fleeing the pressure and pretense of your elite life, you stumble into the seductive chaos of the House of Balloons. there, Jungkook waits— ready to make you question everything you thought you knew

w/c: 4.2k

warnings: jk is having a crisis!, too many mentions of the sun and the moon, (no srsly too many), mixed signals!, jk is a bit territorial, smut, hobi mention during foreplay??, oral (f.), unprotected sex (wrap then tap), creampie, reader has a breakdown!, the kims x parents r just soo boooo!!, alcohol consumption!, lots of texting in this chap sorry!!

!minorsdni!

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Jungkook rarely had the chance to witness dawn on weekdays. He reserved those fleeting moments—watching the sun greet the world as the moon quietly bowed out—for weekends.

Though, despite only indulging in the views on weekends, it was always his favourite time of the day. There was something mesmerising about the battle in the sky, the darkness stubbornly clinging on while the sun slowly claimed its place. The muted blues gave way to warmer hues, soft oranges bleeding across the horizon as the light grew stronger.

Jungkook had always felt a stronger connection to the moon than the sun. Like the moon, he was stuck in a phase of emptiness, waiting to feel whole.

Sometimes, he wondered if he would ever find a partner like the sun—someone brighter, someone who could reflect against him, making him shine in a way he couldn’t on his own. He wondered if he’d ever experience a love so powerful that, when they came together, they’d create an eclipse, leaving everyone in awe.

His free hand slipped under the pillow where his head rested, digging for his phone. He pressed his thumb against the screen—half past five on a Thursday.

Too fuckin’ early.

Too fuckin’ early to be watching the sun lay the moon to rest. Too fuckin’ early to be coming up with metaphors about the moon and the sun. Too fuckin’ early to be watching the girl who rested her head on his other arm sleep so peacefully.

He watched as your chest rose and fell softly, noting how your hand was tucked awkwardly beneath your chin, your lips almost in a pout. It made him wonder if you, too, were dreaming of the sun and the moon, and how gut-wrenching their love story was.

Jungkook was used to playing the role of the moon—only available during the night, following the moon’s lead and disappearing when the sun came into view. It was why he had set his strict ‘No sleeping over’ rule in the first place.

The sun made things feel permanent, real, and hopeful. Jungkook was none of those things. He was the moon—something that always felt like it came and went too quickly. A moment in time that people could indulge in to do things they’d never dare in the light.

Jungkook was always honest—he made sure the girls who he bent over his mattress knew he wasn’t here to stay. He’d make it clear that sex was all he was after, no interest in breakfast or exchanging numbers to keep in touch.

But he hadn’t told you that. You’d waltzed in, pretty in pink, and somehow managed to blur all of Jungkook’s lines.

He tries to stay still, your head resting against his arm as you sleep, but he feels jittery. Anxious. His foot taps against nothing, his thumb cracking each of his knuckles. He watches the sun climb higher into the sky, the golden glow streaming through the window, spilling across his bed and over your body. It’s almost starting to piss him off—how well it compliments you. How it kisses your skin and makes you glow. Should’ve shut his fuckin’ blinds last night.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, your hand instinctively rubbing them as they adjusted to the soft glow pouring through Jungkook’s window.

“What time is it?” you mumbled sleepily.

“Six-thirty.”

“Been awake long?”

“Nah, just woke up now too.” Jungkook lied, unable to tell you that he had spent the last hour watching you sleep, as he romanticised the sun and the moon.

He watches as you grab your phone, scrolling through the endless notifications flooding your home screen. He knows he needs to tell you that this isn’t something serious—that waking up with your bodies entwined and falling asleep together is something that shouldn’t happen again. But right now, he feels a little selfish. He expects the same reactions from you that he’s gotten from other girls:

“You don’t mean that.”

“I think we have something special.”

“Maybe I could change your mind.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

He decides he can push it back a little further, nothing too crazy. Just wants to fuck you raw again—he’s sure that after he says what he needs to say, you won’t let him do it again.

His hand reaches out and presses his finger against the lock button on your phone as you type out a reply to a message.

“Dickhead.”

“Rude. Let you stay over, let you use my arm as a pillow, and all you care about is your phone.”

You roll your eyes and let your phone drop to the mattress, resting your chin on your hands instead. “Happy?”

“No. Arm’s dead from holding up your big-ass fuckin’ head.”

You push gently against his forehead with the tips of your fingers, letting out a small laugh and tell him to go fuck himself.

He watches as you move onto your knees, stretching your arms slightly. The shirt you’re wearing, hanging loosely over your body, lifting slightly.

“Rest of the boys here?”

“It’s 7 in the fuckin’ morning on a Thursday, D.D. Of course they are, you idiot.” Jungkook laughs, shaking his head as he brings his index finger to jab you softly in the ribs. You grab his finger, your body jolting slightly at the unexpected touch.

“Why? Got plans?” he teases, poking you again.

“Obviously,” you reply, a sly grin on your face. “Me and Hoseok, 8 a.m. Finally finishing what you interrupted.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrow slightly as he wraps his finger around the fabric of your shirt and tugs you closer to him.

“Not funny, D.D.”

"Bit funny," you murmur, tilting your head to give him a bit more access.

Jungkook's lips trail across your jaw, ghosting over your lips before moving to the other side of your jaw and down your neck.

"Did he kiss you here? Hm?" he asks, his voice low and teasing.

You're sure this is some kind of trick question, Jungkook trying to provoke a reaction from you. Instead of answering, you tilt your head the other way.

He pulls his lips away from your neck, his gaze meeting yours. “Asked you a question."

You look at Jungkook, letting out a small snort. But Jungkook isn’t laughing; he just looks at you, waiting. You shrug slightly, offering a small nod.

“Use your words. Yes or no. You can do that, right, D.D.?” His lips move back to your neck, pressing gentle kisses against your soft skin. His finger slides to the neckline of his shirt you’re wearing, pulling it back slightly to expose your collarbone. He presses two soft kisses there.

“Here?”

“Yeah.”

He looks up at you, his gaze darkening as his fingers slowly drag down your sides, reaching the bottom of your shirt. He pulls it off carefully, swallowing lightly when his eyes land on your bare chest.

His lips return to your soft skin, pressing a kiss to your sternum. "Here?"

"Yeah."

His head lowers, pressing soft kisses down your chest until his lips reach the curve of your breast, his other hand coming to squeeze the other gently.

"And here? Did he touch you here? Kiss you here?"

Your voice comes out a little breathier, your head tilting back slightly. "Yes."

Jungkook's lips kiss down to your nipple, his eyes looking up at you as your head rolls forward to look down at him, a slow soft lick over your hardening bud. “Here?”

You let a small breath escape your lips, paired with a nod.

He takes your nipple into his mouth fully, sucking gently before pulling away with a soft pop. "Words, D.D. Tell me." His teeth graze ever so slightly over your nipple, sending a shiver through you.

"Fuck- Mhm."

Jungkook feels a flash of annoyance that Hoseok got a taste of you before he did, got to touch and kiss you the way he's doing now. He knows Hoseok's more of an ass guy, wouldn't have fully appreciated just how lucky he was.

His hand moves to your shoulder, gently urging you back onto the bed, his lips trailing down your stomach. Each kiss is followed by the same question.

His lips reach the waistband, pressing a kiss over the fabric. "Here? Did I interrupt before he got to touch you here?"

You shake your head softly, goosebumps rising on your skin as his breath grazes over you.

He takes the waistband between his teeth, pulling back just enough to let it snap against your skin, earning a small moan from your lips.

"Got to touch you here, huh? I was too late?"

He leans back onto his legs, his fingers pulling your panties down your legs, wastes no time to push one of your legs to the side and settle himself between your thighs.

His lips inch closer, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before moving to your clit, a small peck against your bud, his breath as he speaks causing your hips to shift slightly. “How ‘bout here D.D? Did he get to taste you?”

You lean up onto your elbows, looking down at Jungkook between your thighs, his eyes looking up at you through the messy strands of hair that have fallen over his forehead, his lips so incredibly close to your dripping core that it causes you to moan again.

“Fuck, Kook. No.” Your tongue darts out to lick over your lower lip, “Not there.”

Jungkook almost lets out a breath of relief, catches himself before he does, and swallows it. It’s not like it mattered—Hoseok and you, what happened or, clearly, didn’t happen. He tells himself it’s his pride, or his competitive nature. Almost slaps himself right there when he catches himself mentally thanking the cops for showing up, shutting down the party, and leading him to interrupt you both.

He lowers his head, moves his arms under your thighs and flattens his tongue to press a lick over your soaked core. Knows that the moment your pretty moans and whines fill the room, they'll drown out every unnecessary, irrational thought flooding his mind.

He moves his tongue back to your clit, softly flicking his tongue over you repeatedly. His eyes are still on yours, still leaning up on your elbows to enjoy the view. Brows pressing together, lips rested ajar.

His tongue is relentless, not faltering in speed—increasing instead. Soft little hums of satisfaction of his own vibrating against you, sends goosebumps over your skin. His tongue, every now and then, explores lower to drink in your arousal.

His hand, that had been holding the back of your thigh, moves softly across your skin. His head pulling up just slightly, his lips glossy with your slick form into a smirk of satisfaction. He brings two fingers to your center, softly runs them over your folds before pushing them inside you.

It’s almost kind of pathetic, how your body responds to the way Jungkook explores you. Your lips parted, letting out curses that are laced with whines. Fingers curling into the sheets beneath you, hips rolling up to greedily feel as much of Jungkook as you can.

His fingers curl slightly as they continue to push into you, his tongue back to work against your—now throbbing—clit. Your legs growing a little weaker, breaths getting a little more frantic, your walls getting a lot tighter around Jungkook's digits.

“Fuck—you gonna cum for me?” Jungkook’s lips barely pull from your clit, his voice practically echoing right through your body. Your come to tangle into the soft locks of Jungkook’s bed hair, encouraging him back to tasting you.

“Fuck.” Your back arches, one foot pressing into Jungkook’s shoulder, “Fuck, Kook.”

His fingers hook inside you, constantly pressing into the spot that you’ve only been able to find yourself. He lets out a groan of his own as he feels your walls start to pulsate around him. Your hand coming over your mouth to quieten yourself as your orgasm washes over you.

Jungkook pulls his head back, watches his fingers continue to push into you, drowning them in your orgasm. He brings himself to hover over you, fingers slowly exiting from inside you.

His other hand wraps around your wrist, moving it from over your mouth. He brings his other fingers, that are coated in your slick towards your mouth, when he’s met with your lips parting he presses them against your tongue. A hushed string of curses leaving his lips as he watches you taste yourself.

“Gotta fuck you, D.D.” His voice is low, fingers slowly coming out of your mouth and down to his cock, palming himself.

Your hands grab the sides of Jungkook’s face, pulling him into your lips. A silent invitation, fuck me. His lips work against yours as he kicks off his briefs.

His lips pull from yours, positions himself between your legs, his hands wrapped around the base of his cock as he lets the tip rub up and down your folds. Coats himself in you.

He could continue to tease you—likes the way you’re currently begging him to fuck you. But, Jungkooks self control seems to weaken whenever you’re in close proximity. Now, is no different. He’s sliding into you, your still pulsing pussy taking in his full length.

A steady rhythm is set, Jungkook's hips moving back and forth against you. He doesn't think he'll last as long as he wants-too fucking warm. So warm it has his mind drifting to the sun. Starts wonder if this is how the moon feels when it’s covered by the sun, to create an eclipse.

His teeth sink into his lower lip. Not the fuckin' time to be thinking about the moon or the sun or how they merge every now and then. He quickens the pace of his hips, shoving the silly metaphors out of his mind and replacing them with the sound of your moans.

His eyes flicker to your face, drinking you in.

Your eyes shut, lips parted slightly as your breaths grow heavier, brows furrowing with each thrust. Your hand moves to the back of his neck as he lowers his head, bringing his ear closer to your lips. He needs to hear you, needs your sounds to drown out the voices in his head comparing your expression to sunlight. Warm. Bright. Too fuckin' hot.

"Yeah? Feel good, D.D?"

Your nails dig into Jungkook's neck ever so slightly, your hips bucking to feel him even deeper. "Shit— So good, Kook." You want to see him-his brows furrow like he's in pain as he bottoms out into you, the small dimple that appears when he tugs on his lower lip as he cums. But Jungkook doesn't let you. He pushes your hand, the one pressed against his chest, down and traps it under his own.

"Gonna make me cum, fuck." His hips find a new, quickened pace as he feels the pressure building, inching closer to his high. "Tell me where you want it, where do you want me, D.D?"

You turn your head slightly, lips brushing against Jungkook's ear as you whisper, "Inside."

Jungkook’s sure he’s imagining things now. Convinced all the fuckin’ thoughts of the stupid sun have played with his head, giving him sunstroke. He’s got all the symptoms—confusion, rapid pulse, a little dizzy.

“Yeah?” You turn your head as close as you can, lips against his ear, “Cum in me.”

His hips falter for a second, hearing you loud and clear that time. His head pushes into the crook of your neck, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as his hips stutter into you as his orgasm reaches its peak and empties himself into you. His moans muffled against your skin.

The room falls into a quiet stillness, broken only by the sound of labored breaths as you both come down from the high. Jungkook shifts first, moving onto his knees, his body still tense as he pulls away.

He watches as your pussy drips with his cum, fights the urge to plug you with his fingers and make you lick them clean again. Quietly reaches for the wipes, moving his hands over you to clean the mess he left up.

The silence is thick—suffocating. There’s no back and forth banter, no playful teasing, no lingering touches. Silence, that’s only broken by Jungkook standing to pull his underwear back on.

Jungkook doesn’t look at you, doesn’t say a word. He simply stands, collects himself, and walks out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him to go take a shower.

Twenty minutes later, Jungkook steps back to his room. Grey sweatpants hang low on his hips, water droplets down his torso that reflect against the sun that shines against his body.

“Yoongi and Jimin are downstairs, can stay here ‘til they fuck off.” He mutters, his voice flat, eyes looking everywhere else but at you.

You hum softly in response, your fingers tapping against your phone screen. Nothing important—just a message or twelve from your parents reminding you that missing dinner with the Kims tomorrow night would also mean missing your monthly allowance.

Jungkook sinks into his desk chair without a word, swinging it slightly from side to side. His eyes flit around the room before settling on a Rubik’s Cube on his desk. He picks it up, fingers twisting and turning the already-solved puzzle aimlessly.

“Comin’ back tomorrow?” Jungkook mumbles, not looking at you. “To the party, I mean.”

You let your phone drop beside you on the mattress, a small sigh escaping your lips, your eyes focusing on the view from the window instead. “Nah.”

Jungkook’s eyes shift to you, an eyebrow lifting slightly. “Nah?”

“Mhm, dinner with the husband-to-never-be.”

His jaw tightens instantly, frustration creeping into his chest. He doesn’t even understand why this shit bothers him, why he cares that you’re still entertaining some bullshit arranged marriage. You’re here, aren’t you? Out from under their thumb, with friends, a new life practically waiting for you if you’d just grab it. Instead, you’re still running to their dinners, jumping through hoops for their approval.

His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek, gaze dropping to the Rubik’s Cube in his hands. “What does the groom think of it all?”

You shrug slightly. “Not a groom if there’s no bride,” you say flatly. “Wants it, I guess. Dunno. Don’t really care what he thinks.”

“You guys have history?”

Another shrug. You glance at him briefly, unsure why he suddenly cares. “Guess so. Took his virginity. Fucked around here and there—nothing too deep. Doesn’t really matter, does it?”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, fingers gripping the cube just a little harder. “Right,” he mutters, forcing a shrug of his own. He doesn’t know the guy, but he doesn’t need to. Adds him to his mental list of ‘Shit I Hate with a Burning Passion’ anyway. Not for any particular reason, though; just thinks he sounds like a dick.

“You need me to get you the morning-after pill?”

“Think I can manage,” you reply, your tone clipped but not cold.

Jungkook’s eyes drop to the Rubik’s Cube in his hand, twisting it aimlessly as his leg bounces like it has a mind of its own. He doesn’t know why annoyance seeps into his chest, spreading like a slow burn. You hadn’t done anything wrong. Neither had he.

But his head won’t stop spinning. A thousand thoughts colliding, crashing into each other. Every move he’s made since you showed up feels like a betrayal of himself—like you’ve pulled the strings and unraveled the tight rules he’s clung to for years.

“D.D?”

“Hm?”

Jungkook’s voice is steady, but there’s a tightness to it, like he’s bracing for impact. “Gonna be real honest with you—this ain’t more than sex to me.” His eyes stay locked on the Rubik’s Cube in his hands, fingers fumbling with the colors he’d carefully pieced together.

You blink, unsure if you heard him right. “Okay?” You almost laugh, but it comes out dry, bitter. Wonder if he thinks you’re a fucking idiot.

“I mean, like, I guess we are friends? Friendly? Whatever, I really ain’t here to do more than fuck. A release. A fuck. Not looking to do more than that, be more than that. Don’t need or want you falling in love or some shit, you know?”

You can’t fight the scoff that forces its way out of your mouth, a laugh following after. You tilt your head slightly, staring at him with disbelief, as if trying to figure out why he’s bothering to say it at all.

“And you’re telling me this because?” You quirk an eyebrow, more confused than anything else.

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m down to fuck around with you and all, you’re fun. But, if it feels more to you than that, now or later, I need you to know that it’s on you.”

“I think it’s really confident of you to think that I’d ever want anything more than that from you. Or that I’d ever expect it.”

Jungkook looks up from his Rubik’s Cube, surprise flickering across his face at the unexpected sting in your words. He’d been expecting some kind of reaction—maybe even a fight.

“Anyways, just fucking, right? So going downstairs and getting questioned isn’t really an issue, is it?”

“Right.” Jungkook nodded, his eyes on you as you stood up, slipping your phone into the back pocket of your jeans.

“Really not coming this weekend?”

You roll your eyes, a small laugh escaping. “Gonna cry if I don’t?”

“My dick might,” Jungkook smirked, tossing the Rubik’s Cube onto his desk.

“Have the day you deserve, Jeon Jungkook,” you teased, making your way toward the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, D.D.”

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Lately, Friday evenings had been reserved for getting ready to get shitfaced at the House of Balloons. Scanning your closet, trying on too many outfits in front of your full-length mirror, sitting at your vanity, applying makeup while listening to remixes and original instrumentals that Yoongi and Hobi had sent over.

Tonight, however, that wasn’t the case. You stood staring at your reflection in the mirror, wearing a yellow maxi dress adorned with a pink floral pattern. Your face scrunched up in disapproval—not because the dress was ugly (it wasn’t, it was a gorgeous custom piece from a high-end designer)—but because it just felt so… not you.

Florals, pastels, pinks, and frills had long been pushed to the back of your closet. Now, you reached for darker tones, pulling out leather jackets, black tees, and platform boots instead of dainty open-toed heels. You told yourself it was the influence of the House of Balloons, but was it really? Were you just trying to fit in, wearing clothes that made you feel like you belonged, like you were comfortable? Or had the environment simply enhanced who you truly were underneath it all?

The feeling of discomfort only intensified as you sat at the dinner table on the rooftop of Taehyung’s father’s hotel. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the city, but nothing about it felt warm to you. Glasses of champagne clinked around the table, the conversations flowing like the drink—mostly about hotels, business deals, upcoming events, and gossip about other elites. Most exhausting of all were the not-so-subtle hints about you and Taehyung being made for each other.

As dinner came to an end, you found yourself standing by the railing, eyes drifting over the sprawling view of Seoul. Skyscrapers jutted into the sky, busy roads weaving through the city, buildings stacked on top of one another in an endless, fast-paced rhythm. Seoul had always felt this way—like a place where everyone was constantly rushing, never pausing to breathe or truly take in what was right in front of them. It made you miss Daegu. More specifically, it made you miss the House of Balloons. Time felt different there. It didn’t race by. Instead, people held onto it, dragging it out, blending one day into the next so that moments felt stretched, lasting longer, unhurried.

“Pretty, right?” Taehyung’s voice slipped up behind you, his presence falling comfortably beside you as he leaned against the railing.

You hum in agreement, casting a quick glance at him. He was effortlessly handsome in his simple white button-down tucked neatly into black slacks, like something out of a picture-perfect magazine.

“Missed you at the last few events. Been busy?” His voice was casual, but the question carried an undertone of concern.

“Guess so. Been figuring some stuff out.” Your voice is soft as you take a glass of champagne from the server’s tray, careful to avoid looking him directly in the eye. It’s not a lie, exactly—just a half-truth.

“Is that so?” Taehyung glanced over at you, taking his own flute of champagne, swirling it casually. “And what are you figuring out?”

You let out a small, noncommittal shrug, sighing softly. There was no point in sharing your thoughts with him—he didn’t actually care. He’d pretend, of course, tell you he’d listen for hours, offer sweet advice, but you knew better. There was an agenda behind every word he said, and you weren’t interested in playing along.

“And you?” You ask, breaking the silence with your own question, a little more biting than you meant.

Taehyung shifted his stance, leaning back against the railing as he faced you, his gaze unwavering. “Been focusing on the business side of things. Working my way up to Dad’s position, you know how it is.”

You nod as you listen to him rant about meetings, brag about the perks, and complain about the workers—all so insincere, every word feeling more rehearsed than the last.

“Was thinking, maybe we could have dinner? Just us? No prying parents, somewhere nice… could even go to Paris if you want?” Taehyung’s suggestion hung in the air, insincere and rehearsed. You could almost hear the ‘how-to’ guide behind his words. Ask her to travel with you, a trip alone to the most romantic city in the world. She’ll love it! It’s where love blooms!

You almost laugh, but stop yourself, already tired of the charade. You open your mouth to reply, but just then, your phone buzzes, the vibration a small relief from the conversation.

“Sorry, give me a minute?” you offer with a forced smile, already walking away.

| 9:36pm

Unknown: rude

| 9:38pm

You: ???

| 9:38pm

Unknown: ???????

| 9:39pm

You: whos this

| 9:40pm

Unknown: are u really not coming

| 9:41pm

You: how did you even get my number you freak.

You roll your eyes, knowing exactly who it was. A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips, you lean into the armchair and sip on your wine thats bubbling in your hand.

| 9:45pm

starboy: definitely didnt steal yoongis phone and send it to myself.

| 9:47pm

You: dont u have coke to snort. get off my phone

| 9:47pm

starboy: sorry am i interrupting dinner with ur husband

| 9:49pm

You: fuck off

| 9:50pm

starboy: does he know i fucked his wifes titties

| 9:51pm

You: im blocking u. hope ur nose collapses.

| 9:52pm

starboy: r u rlly not coming.

| 9:52pm

starboy: asking for a friend.

| 9:53pm

starboy: friend = my dick. lol.

| 9:56pm

You: ur sick in the head. get immediate professional help.

| 9:58pm

starboy: weird way to say u want to roleplay as my therapist

| 9:58pm

You: i would have u put down.

Your father calls from the opposite side of the rooftop, snapping you from your thoughts. “Come on, honey, cars waiting downstairs.”

You stand up, stuffing your phone into the small purse slung over your shoulder. You exchange empty pleasantries with the Kims, hugging them in the most rehearsed way, all while plastering a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.

The drive home is a muted affair, with your parents gushing about the Kims’ efforts. Their compliments don’t feel real, but they sure sound it, meant only to please themselves.

As you step into the penthouse, you’re immediately enveloped by the silence. It’s almost too much to bear, the quiet echo of the place swallowing you whole. Your parents, immediately reach for the red wine, filling three glasses without a word.

“Isn’t he just a charming young man?” Your mother coos, almost dreamily. “You’d be foolish not to snatch him up, honey. He won’t wait for you forever.”

You take a deliberate sip of the red wine, feeling the tension simmer. Your hand grips the glass a little too tightly, and you bite back the eye roll, stifling the groan that’s already building. “Can we not have this conversation again?”

“Don’t be difficult,” your father chimes in, his voice firm. “Your mother’s right. It’s time to grow up. You’ve been sneaking around, coming home at all hours, dressing like a mess. Stop this nonsense.”

“Really? You’re telling me to grow up when you’re the ones trying to marry me off to a man I have zero interest in, just so you can add more zeros to your bank account?” Your voice is sharper than you intended.

“That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?” Your mother tilts her head, as if you’ve crossed some invisible line.

“Sometimes, you need to make sacrifices for the greater good.” Your father’s voice hardens, and his gaze sharpens. “Don’t be selfish.”

You glare at him, a deep, burning resentment filling your chest. The sick feeling in your stomach intensifies as your hands clench around the bottle of red wine, the glass rattling slightly. With a sharp shake of your head, you turn toward your parents and storm up the stairs, “Go fuck yourselves.”

You hear your mother’s footsteps follow you, no doubt ready to lecture you, but she’s stopped by your father’s voice, sharp and commanding.

“Leave it. She’ll learn.”

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The empty red wine bottle sits abandoned on your bedside table, its partner, an empty soju bottle, discarded carelessly next to it. You had grabbed three bottles from a nearby convenience store, hoping the walk would help burn off the fire that had ignited inside you.

Another sip of soju, another attempt to numb the growing heat. But it doesn’t help. Every little detail of the room makes your blood simmer. You can’t escape it — the anger, the frustration, the overwhelming sense of being trapped.

Your eyes land on your reflection in the mirror, and your tongue runs along the side of your cheek, a frustrated sigh escaping your lips. “Fuck it.” You mutter under your breath, rising from the bed. You grab the bag from the convenience store and storm into the ensuite.

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You stare at your reflection in the mirror, a small laugh escaping your lips as you rub a damp towel across your forehead, trying to wipe away the black dye staining your skin. Frustrated, you toss the towel aside and pick up the scissors. With a quick swig from the bottle, you tilt your head forward and snip. One snip turns into two, then three, and before you know it, you’ve lost count, mindlessly following a terrible YouTube tutorial.

Buzz.

| 4:30am

starboy: someone (definitely not me) smashed one of joons plant bottles. very unfortunate.

| 4:30am

starboy: if anyone asks it was valerie.

You let out a small laugh as you read the messages. Absolute moron. You glance at yourself in the mirror, fluffing your hair slightly. The haircut wasn’t bad… wasn’t amazing either. Still, it made you feel a tad better. You grab the packet of cigarettes from your bag, head to the small balcony attached to your room, and step outside.

| 4:36am

You: hope valerie kicks ur ass.

| 4:44am

starboy: why the fuck are u awake.

| 4:44am

You: wouldnt u like to know

| 4:45am

starboy: ur weird.

| 4:45am

starboy: r u still with ur husband

| 4:46am

You: home.

| 4:46am

starboy: then why r u awake. suspicious. r u still with him

| 4:47am

You: yes. u caught me :( balls deep in me rn

| 4:47am

starboy: what

| 4:47am

starboy: hahaha what

| 4:48am

starboy: lol r u really

| 4:48am

You: no.

| 4:48am

starboy: D.D ur not funny

| 4:49am

You: lil bit funny.

You flick the ash from your cigarette, the cool air mixing with the heat of the soju down your throat. You look at the messages on your phone, wonder why Jungkook is even texting you. Wonder what he’s doing, who he’s with, why he’s distracting himself on his phone to talk to you. Wonder why you text back, why you enjoy it, why you have to tell yourself his messages aren't that funny when you find yourself laughing.

| 4:50am

starboy: did u actually fuck him

| 4:51am

You: ??? no i didnt fuck the person who wants to marry me for money

| 4:51am

starboy: oh okay. good

| 4:52am

You: good?

| 4:52am

starboy: well. u let me hit raw.

| 4:53am

starboy: cant do that if we are fuckin other people, right?

| 4:54am

You: are you saying that you’re not fucking other people?

| 4:54am

starboy: yea, that

| 4:54am

starboy: so smart. using ur brain.

| 4:55am

You: :/

| 4:55am

starboy: titty pic?

| 4:56am

starboy: to celebrate only fucking 1 pair of tits.

| 4:56am

You: die.

| 4:57am

starboy: so hot when u talk dirty to me

| 4:57am

starboy: say it again.

| 4:58am

You: goodnight.

| 4:58am

starboy: gna cum

| 4:59am

starboy: kidding. lol. goodnight D.D.

You had tucked yourself into bed, the TV softly playing in the background as you fell asleep, the diffuser by your bed refreshing any hints of cigarette smoke that had seeped into your room. Peaceful. Peacefulness has been short-lived lately—now, your eyes snap open to the sound of your phone you forgot to silence.

“It’s half past five in the fucking morning, Jungkook.”

“Hey, D.D.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he speaks softly into the phone. You should cuss him out, call him an idiot, hang up, and let yourself fall back to sleep, but instead, you push the phone closer to your ear.

“Hey.”

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#jeon jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook angst #jungkook #jungkook ff #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #bts

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paintingwhiteceilings · 1 year ago

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❃How EXO acts around their crush❃

a/n: This is 10000% just for my own pleasure. I may have had this in my drafts for weeks... I am totally okay with all the Kyungsoo solo content and EXO ladder dropping. Totally. Super functional, delusional who?

ALSO to any EXO-L that are sharing Chen's LEAKED wedding photos. Please be respectful and either delete them or, at the very least, blur out his wife's face. Chen has gone to great lengths to safeguard her privacy, as she is not famous nor wants to be in the spotlight. Not to mention that there could be crazy sasaengs out there with ill intent. Sharing her info is basically doxing, and it is insane to me how many people shared these posts without much thought. Anyway, I needed to share my frustrations.

Xiumin/Minseok:

✾ He is a lot shyer than the other members; where most of EXO probably feels comfortable enough to act on their crushes, he is a bit more reserved. He wants to test the waters first, ascertaining whether the feeling is mutual. Whenever you are around and are talking to other people, he sits back silently, observing your reactions.

✾ Xiumin is smiling so widely around you that the other members worry that his muscles might start cramping up soon. The moment he sees you, his bubbly personality starts to really shine through, and sometimes you can't help but wonder whether this man truly is 33.

✾ That being said, from the moment that anyone offers Xiumin a couple of drinks, his confidence spikes, and he will start flirting with you. His flirting is still extremely sweet and cute; Xiumin can be incredibly charming when he wants to be.

Suho/Junmyeon

✾ He is such a gentleman around you, trying to make you feel at ease with his kind gestures. Whether it is him pulling back a chair or opening a door for you, he will do anything to make you feel like a princess.

✾ Being one of EXO's proud black card owners, he will casually buy you whatever you need. He keeps repeating that he wants to treat his friends when you try to interject. You can't completely refute it; he does spend a lot of money on the members. Yet, you can't help but feel like his gifts are slightly too expensive and excessive for 'just friends'.

✾ So. Many. Soft. Glances. Suho looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars; you catch him staring at you almost every time you look over. Conversations with him can, therefore, be a tad awkward. He doesn't always register what you are saying; he is so absorbed in watching you that he forgets to listen.

✾ The other members relentlessly tease him for it. If you don't catch on based on Suho's actions, you will definitely catch on due to his members' relentless teasing. Whenever he does anything remotely romantic around you, their faces light up like Christmas came early. The members are not subtle about it whatsoever, thoroughly enjoying putting their leader in a slightly uncomfortable position.

Baekhyun:

✾ The members didn't think it was possible, but Baekhyun somehow became louder. It is as if he wants to draw your attention simply by screaming, as he no longer has any volume control when you are around. Everyone can hear your conversation from across the room, and his laughter becomes borderline obnoxious as it overpowers any other sound.

✾ He is such a tease and a suggestive one at that. Considering he has no problem revealing intimate, not suitable to be aired on national TV, details about the members' bodies, he won't have any trouble suggestively flirting with you. Where Xiumin's pick-up lines are cute, Baekhyun's are far from it. Give this man some holy water, Jesus.

✾ He is so intense with his flirting that it sometimes crosses the line of sexy to parody, coming off as a joke. Baekyhyun has a very flirty personality and isn't above flirting with his friends. Even though he isn't subtle about his crush, he can accidentally fall into the "he flirts with everyone" category, making you question whether he genuinely likes you or is just being friendly.

✾ He really enjoys the chase when it comes to relationships. Thus, it will take him quite some time before he asks you out, simply because he likes the push-and-pull game.

Chanyeol

✾ There is nothing subtle about Mr. Park Chanyeol. The moment he sees someone he wants to date, he is going for it full steam ahead. Puppy Chanyeol is momentarily retired as he makes his way over to you; Chanyeol knows that he is handsome and sexy, and he is ready to show it to you. I hope you weren't interested in anyone else because the moment you return any of his interest, he will be flirting with you like there is no tomorrow.

✾ Internally, he is so excited to be talking to you, and sometimes, you will see glimpses of his cute puppy-like persona, especially once he feels like you are just as interested. Still, the words coming out of this man's mouth, Jesus part two. Please go and ask Baekyhun to pass the holy water.

✾ That being said, he will get embarrassed when the other members are around or slightly bashful when you return his flirting at full force. I don't think Chanyeol is used to anyone sharing his level of intensity, so once you do, he gets a bit flustered. He absolutely loves it, though. Your compliments got him grinning from ear to ear.

D.O./Kyungsoo

✾ Don't get me wrong, I adore this man to a delusional extent, but he is absolutely hopeless when it comes to communicating with his crush. He won't go anywhere near you if he can't help it; he prefers looking at you from afar. He is someone who favours being approached first over approaching you himself. It isn't that he doesn't want to talk to you; he simply isn't the type of person to initiate contact with his crush and tends to stay back when he can tell that someone else is interested, too.

✾ Even if he finds himself near you, don't expect him to have a full-blown conversation with you. He already tends to be a man of little words, but when it comes to you, he is a man of not a single word. Being around you is enough to make him happy; he doesn't really need to have a deep conversation.

✾ Nevertheless, his actions make more than up for it. He is such a gentleman, being the definition of preferential treatment. You don't have a chair to sit on? He will quietly offer you his. Your sweater got caught on something? He will silently help you get it out. Although he may not say much to you, he communicates his feelings through his actions.

Kai/Jongin

✾ If you think Xiumin or Kyungsoo are shy, you have not yet met Kai with a crush. He turns into absolute mush the moment he sees you, giggling and blushing whenever you do as much as breathing. You can't even see him because he has resorted to hiding behind the other members, preferably Sehun or Chanyeol, as they are tall enough to obscure him completely.

✾ If he somehow musters up the courage to talk to you, good luck having it go anywhere because he can barely make it through a sentence without giggling. It is obvious to everyone around him that he is smitten with you; his laughs are awkwardly loud, and his eyes are literally shooting hearts.

✾ The moment he manages to ask you to dance, his shy demeanour completely changes. His movement… His expressions… The way he is smirking at you… Maybe you should go and ask Chanyeol whether there is anything left of the holy water he borrowed from Baekyhun.

Sehun

✾ He has one of two ways of acting around his crush: either he acts super bratty or becomes painfully shy. It depends on whether he has met and talked to you before. But, if you are complete strangers, he would be so quiet, hiding in the furthest corner he can find.

✾ He will pester the members to go over and collect as much information as they can about you. They will do it because he will whine the entire night about it if they don't and, repeat with me, what Sehun wants, Sehun gets. The members try to convince Sehun to go talk to you himself, but Sehun stubbornly refuses. Bro will be playing the Maknae card harder than he ever has in his entire life.

✾ In the end, he will drag Suho with him, trying to 'casually' strike up a conversation with you. The small talk is painful, and in all honesty, Suho, with his dad jokes, isn't helping in the slightest. At the very least, it provides the two of you with a new conversational topic: the teasing of Suho.

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starryeyedjanai · 7 months ago

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counting the days till i'm coming home

steddie | explicit | read on ao3 chapter 1 | chapter 2

Eddie gets up properly after laying there for a little while, thoughts still firmly placed on Steve.

He doesn't know what it is about him—he’s only met him once, and briefly. But he can't get him off his mind.

He thinks about going back to the lake, but feels like that’d be weird and a little desperate—jerking off thinking about him is one thing, but showing up day after day hoping to get a glimpse of him feels pathetic.

He did say he’d be at the lake a lot this summer, but Eddie still doesn't end up going back to the lake for another two weeks.

He and his band practice in the meantime, with little else to do in Hawkins over the summer. There’s supposed to be a new mall being built, but it’s not opening until next year, so they’re all stuck doing the same shit they always do during the summer—going to band practice, going to Skull Rock to smoke if they don't want to cram into Eddie’s living room, hanging out at Gareth’s house to watch movies.

It’s all the same shit and Eddie can feel himself sinking and drowning in the mundanity of it. Nothing ever changes around here.

Maybe that’s why he goes back to the lake.

Maybe it’s because he’s dreamed of Steve every night since meeting him, that same cryptic I’ll find you repeating over and over and over until Eddie can't take it anymore.

So he finds himself at the edge of the lake again, in his swim trunks and a loose shirt, hoping to see Steve again.

It’s right after dusk, the sun just having set, so he doesn't know what he expects, if he expects Steve to still be here if he came here at all today.

But being out in the open during the day felt scarier than this, he thinks, as he lifts his shirt over his head and places it on the ground beside him.

There’s no one here—he can't hear the sound of anyone in the water, and he can barely see anything at all, the moon hidden by the clouds right now.

But Steve said he’d find him.

And somehow Eddie believes it.

Something deep inside him believes that if he dives into the water, Steve will hear it and come looking for him.

So he does.

The water is cold as he dives headfirst into the water. When he comes up, the sound of the water sloshing is loud in his ears, almost as loud as the blood rushing past his ears as he remembers the whispers about a lake monster.

Some part of him always believed it, even though he’s never seen it, even though it’s impossible. So his heart beating this fast betrays his nerves about it somehow being true.

But Steve was here, and Eddie’s assuming he didn't get gobbled up by a monster.

Now that he’s in the lake though, he doesn't know what to do.

He treads water for a minute before swimming further out. He’s never been the most confident swimmer, though he did start taking swimming lessons at his old middle school because they were mandatory, but he moved out here to live with his uncle in the middle of the school year, so his lessons were incomplete.

And here in Hawkins, there aren't really many places to swim with a supposedly monster filled lake being one of the only bodies of water around.

But he can tread water and keep himself above the surface so that’s all that matters, he supposes.

He stops in the center of the lake and wonders what the hell he’s doing.

Did he really think Steve would hear a splash in the water from whichever one of these houses is his parent’s lake house and come join him? Did he really think he’d lose his virginity tonight, out here in the water with no protection like an idiot?

He really didn't think this through.

And with the temperature dropping and no sun shining on him to keep him warm, goosebumps prickle across his skin as he treads water in the center of the lake.

This was such a stupid idea.

He starts back for the docks and gets about halfway before something wraps around his ankle and calf and yanks him under the surface of the water.

His scream is muffled by the water, but whatever’s grabbing him lets go and he surfaces, breathing heavy and whipping around to find the culprit.

Steve's head pops up in front of him and Eddie blows out a harsh breath before wading closer and smacking him on the shoulder.

“You asshole!” he says, his voice more shaky than he’d like to admit. He must have had both hands around his leg because it felt like something was snaking up his leg. His thoughts of the lake monster must have really spooked him.

“Sorry,” Steve says, but his smile says otherwise. “You were leaving and I didn't want you to go.”

“So you thought you’d pull me under the water like a maniac? Where did you even come from?” he asks, trying to get his heart hate under control.

Steve shrugs and says, “I told you I’m always here.”

Something niggles in the back of his mind, the same way it did when Steve said he’d find Eddie if he ever came into the water. The goosebumps return to his skin as the words wash over him.

“When you say you’re always here,” Eddie says in a slow voice, but he can't get any more words out because he realizes how stupid he sounds.

There’s no way.

Steve is so close now, and Eddie can see the way the moonlight reflects off his skin. There’s something eerie about it, the way it glitters almost.

Eddie wades backward, putting more space between them, trying to aim for casual as he kicks his feet, knowing Steve could out-swim him no contest.

“You told me about a monster in the lake,” Steve says and Eddie nods, captivated by the lull of Steve's voice.

“And you said nothing had ever happened when you were in the water,” Eddie says, his heart in his throat.

There’s no fucking way.

The smile on Steve's face feels wicked almost. Eddie's hands clench into fists under the water.

“I told you nothing happened to me,” Steve clarifies, wading closer again, until only a foot of distance is between them.

Eddie's eyes close as he lets out a shaky breath.

When he opens them, Steve hasn't moved any closer.

Eddie realizes he’s shaking.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” Steve says, and the sound Eddie lets out is close to a sob.

“I don't know if I believe you,” Eddie says, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that somehow, inexplicably, the boy before him is a monster. Does he shapeshift into something else? Is he some kind of a humanoid that drags people under the lake and eats them? Every thought running through his head leads to him dying cold and alone save for the monster before him.

But the expression on Steve's face turns sad, his mouth turning down as he looks at Eddie.

Steve wades further back again, faster than humanly possible, putting distance between them. “I didn't mean to scare you,” he says and Eddie can barely hear it over the ripples of the water. “You can go if you want. I like you and I don't want you to be scared of me.”

Eddie doesn't know if this is part of his game—if he wants to chase Eddie before he kills him.

But he keeps his eyes on Steve as he wades backwards, closer to Rick’s dock where he jumped into the lake.

He doesn't come any closer, watching him with sad eyes as he pulls himself up awkwardly onto the dock, backwards so he doesn't have to look away.

He’s shivering as he pulls on his shirt, as he watches Steve watch him.

He only takes his eyes off him when he’s stumbling back onto the grass behind Rick’s house. He beelines it for his van and speeds the entire way home, putting more and more distance between him and Steve.

He feels every mile stretching between them.

His heart rate only goes down when he’s in his bed, after he’s showered and washed off all remnants of the lake off him.

His hair is wet against his pillow as he lays there and thinks about what just happened.

He doesn't know if Steve was just fucking with him, is the thing.

He could just be some guy who’s here for the summer and decided to have some fun at Eddie's expense.

Or—

He could be the lake monster everyone talks about.

He never told Steve that the monster supposedly pulls people under the water—they barely spoke at all when they first met.

But that’s exactly what Steve did—wrapped his hands around Eddie's leg and pulled him under the water.

He could have asked someone, he supposes.

But nothing about that felt fake.

And was it his hands? It didn’t feel like it in the moment.

The way the moonlight hit his skin felt wrong, the way he moved through the water felt wrong, whatever wrapped around his leg felt wrong.

The skin of his ankle and calf feels tender and hot now, as he lays there still shivering a little from the encounter.

When he falls asleep, much too late into the night, he dreams about Steve again.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fic #janai.doc

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muzansfangs · 1 year ago

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Muzan with werewolf! reader while they're in that form sounds interesting-

Howling at the moon.

Starring: Muzan Kibutsuji x f!reader (werewolf reader)

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, language, horror vibes, blood and graphic depictions of violence, body horror, gore, parents rejection, solitude, eating humans, werewolf!reader, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, possessive Muzan, dom!muzan, sub!reader, oral sex (Muzan!receiving), monster!fucking, reader has a tail, pointy canines, claws and wolf ears during the act, creampie, bitemarks;

Plot: since you two had met, a spiral of violence and lust had enveloped you. You were two monsters, you were both ‘cursed’ somehow. In a world where you were considered villains, you indulged into his bed every time there was a full moon to lead you to him. He saw beauty in you, you found a life-companion in him and it was enough to prove that monsters had hearts too.

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A full moon was shining brightly up above you, dimly illuminating your path. Not that you needed something to enlighten the road anyway, or a torch that could have granted you the chance to detect any dangers laying in the dark and waiting for you. The night around your village only meant one thing: blood running down the streets, demons lurking in the shadows to feed on poor, innocent men and women. Sometimes, on children too. Screams, agony and fear always flinged in the air when the night veiled the world with its dark cape. Every morning, when a dismembered body was found by the river, people screamed around terrorized.

You did not, though.

Passing by the crime scene, you merely glanced at the victim of the hour, sniffing the air subtly as to intercept either your scent, or a demon’s one on the rotten flesh. You always had no memory of what you did, when the beast inside you awakened.

You did not even know when it started, or how it happened. All you knew was that you were a toddler, the first time you acknowledged something was clearly wrong with you. The moon seemed to allure you during the nights, a primordial rage devouring you from the inside when the satellite sparkled up in the dark nightsky. You were a teenager stumbling back home, the dawn tinted the clouds in orange and red stripes, when you realized you were partially an animal. Blood dripped from your hands, your mind fuzzy, your ears furry and pointy and you clawed at the wooden door of your house.

Something was definitely wrong with you.

As the years passed by, you finally realized what you were. It ran in your family, apparently. The same family that had abandoned you in horror the first time you had confessed them you had not been able to stop yourself from murdering a man. You felt bad, when they left. Spending days self-deprecating because you had inherited a gene nor your mother, neither your father had, was your first and natural reaction.

From that day on, you howled at the sky, whispering your pain to the stars, while climbing on a cliff during the full moon nights. No one understood you and you started to come to terms with the fact that, even though you had accepted yourself, rejection was always going to haunt you. Who would ever love a monster, after all? If your own flesh and blood had pushed you away, how could you be loved by anyone else?

But life can change and the tables turn. It was a midsummer night, you were running through the woods wild and free, when you bumped into him. He was standing in the darkness, his plum red eyes boring into yours for a split second, as you instantly growled at him. He was not a human and surely not a member of your species. His pale visage almost made you question if he was even alive in the first place, but it was when he spoke that you spotted a pair of pearly fangs protruding from his gums. A demon, he was a demon.

“So they were right. There is indeed a werewolf roaming this forest…” the dark-haired dapper man said, staring you down in curiosity, as you retreated in the shadows to transform back in a more humanoid form. You were glad you had left a kimono in a nearby bush, just in case you had to turn back into a human while you were out into the wild.

However, you did not expect to come face to face with a demon that could do something more than roaring and hissing. He had to be a member of the Kizuki. The most important question now was if he was a threat to you.

“I’m glad to hear you know what I am. I assume you therefore are aware that werewolves are territorial. You have crossed the line and I am not particularly friendly, pal. I suggest you to leave” you replied, glancing at him as you made sure to have covered your naked body properly.

The demon did not seem fazed by your harsh words and bitter tone of voice. Maybe, he had been around for so long he had grown used to people throwing insults at him. Not that you cared, naturally.

“You are less scary than a nichirin blade is to a lower rank. — he flatly said, narrowing his eyes at you the moment your frame finally emerged from the darkness, the moon setting off your features with every step you took — I’m merely interested in studying your species. What’s your name, wolf-girl?” he asked you, quirking a dark eyebrow up.

He was bold, handsome, straightforward but, mostly, not scared of you. It was weird meeting someone’s gaze and finding out they were not disgusted by your very being, by your inner savage nature. Your presence did not offend him.

“My name’s Y/N. Who are you? I’m pretty sure you’re a member of the Twelve Kizuki” you retorted, crossing your arms against your chest, eyes travelling down his body as you studied his attire. He was a wealthy man, undoubtedly. Western clothes were expensive and the fabric embracing his fit body were surely the finest you had ever seen in your whole life.

The Demon King sighed, his lips curving into a grin as your eyes flashed yellow the moment he revealed his identity. If he could accept you, maybe, you had found your place in the world too. Your existence was not vain, you were not an abomination. That is why, two words, his name, changed your whole life.

“Muzan Kibutsuji”.

Now, as your bare feet touch the soft grass underneath you, the comforting sound of the dead leaves crunching with each step you took, you see yourself in a new light. He had made you realize that each being had the right to walk this Earth. Perhaps, not everyone would have accepted you, but you existed. You existed and he liked you.

Your first encounters were nothing more than you showing your abilities, your hunting style and the control you had over yourself. Muzan seemed genuinely interested in you, a different kind of monster. Your beauty, further more, enticed him. Sometimes, you tried to hide your fangs and ears, when you were merely talking, but he kindly chided you pointing out how you should have never hidden your true nature before him. He had allowed you to enter his Fortress, even though it was just to study your blood and system, at first.

But your relationship gradually changed. It was the way his predatory eyes soaked in your features, or the small gifts he gave you without a particular reasons, or perhaps your attraction was purely based on his gentle mannerism. You were not used to be accepted, let alone being the object of such courtesies and benevolence.

All you knew was that one minute you were watching hik scribble something down his notebook, admiring his elegant calligraphy, and the next you were struggling to breath, knelt between his legs, your lips around his shaft as you assiduously tried to please him.

It soon became an habit, a strange addiction.

The best part of it was that you could entirely be yourself with him. He loved your soft and grey ears poking from your hair. He admired them as you rode him, half-lidded eyes gazing at them as he absent-mindedly swept a thumb against your lips. You were perfect for him. He did not mind the way you ended up growling ferally, as he left bitemarks down your collarbone. He liked to watch you thrive to take the lead, almost eager to please him.

But now it was different.

As you finally found yourself in front of him, in his bedroom, safe from prying eyes, he shot you a demanding look that left nothing to imagination. His command was simple, his red eyes darting from you to the bed as his lips moved to strip you of the last shreds of morals left in you.

“On all fours” he sternly said, making shivers run down your spine.

It was weird to follow a new leader, when you had been your own master of the sea for years. You were your own alpha, you had never bent your knees to anyone before. Yet, you sensed he was different. He could easily make your knees buckle, break your spirit and crawl on the floor like a worm.

Your hands hastily undid your obi, your silky red kimono, another expensive gift from him, pooled at your feet as you stepped out of it and you presented your body to the Demon Lord.

Muzan seemed pleased by the sight of your naked formed, gloriously inviting him to take action, to mark as he loved to do. As you watched him fumble with the buttons of his white shirt, you let yourself go. Climbing on the bed, back arching as you settled your cheek against the puffy pillow of his bed, your wolfish characteristics kicked in. Your ears poked out, eyes glistening in a yellowish pigmentation typical of those animals and your tail wiggled in anticipation of what was yet to come.

“You know, that’s when I like you the most, when your free and comfortable with yourself. — Muzan praised you, the sound of his belt clinking as he unbuckled it, making you sink your canines onto your bottom lip — Howl for me. Let everybody know who is your new moon, the center of your gravity” he crooned then, as his fingers glided down your wet folds.

You sighed, eyes fluttering close as his fingere delved into you, deftly stretching you out for what was yet to come. Your legs quivered, soft noises left your lips as he thrusted his forefinger and middle digit into you at a steady pace. Breaking you was an art. He could have listened to your whimpers and moans for hours, never getting tired of the power he had over you. He would have never admitted it, never, but you were most likely the only thing that made him enjoy the nights.

The dreadful nights he hated for not being able to enjoy the sun.

“I bet you’re beutiful even in the sunlight. I’d give anything to see you run in a field of spiderlilies, while the your hair and skin are bathed by the warm light…” he ranted, taking you off guard as he witherdrew his fingers suddenly, before you could reach your climax.

You whined in contempt for the action, but his words were now stuck in your head, leaving you in a daze.

“I can love you under the moonlight. I can’t love in the sunlight, I can’t be myself when the sun shines. You are not there with me” you panted out, earning a bite onto the crook of your neck.

You mewled, blood running down your shouldersblades and breasts, staining the bedsheets underneath you as Muzan gripped your hips and slowly eased into you. He grunted, his tongue lapping at your wound as he bottomed out into you. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, mouth hanging open, while your inner walls squeezed him deliciously.

“Muzan—” you whimpered, his hips starting to move back and forth as he conquered you again, for the umpteenth time.

“Shut up. Shut up and let me possess you” he hoarsely whispered in your ear, his bloodied lips kissing the shell of your ear.

Moans, groans and the sinful sound of skin smacking against skin guided you to madness. Lust and hunger engulfed you two, when he increased the speed of his thrusts. When he finally came to a stop, Muzan pushed your head down by the back of your neck. His last thrust coming along a feral groan, his semen pouring into you, as he stilled and left one last kiss on your nape.

He pulled out slowly, after a few seconds, your eyes shut as you felt his essence ooze out of you. Your stomach was laying flatly onto the mattress, your eyes droopy as he ran one hand down your smooth back.

“Stay. Just for tonight, or for the rest of your life” he breathed out then and you could swear that something in your heart cracked for you were not alone anymore.

Not with him. Not with Muzan.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! This was an old request I never found a lot of inspiration to write for, but it’s october and the spooky season is officially here… Along with the kinky nature of the month. Therefore, I am glad to have fulfilled this small request, a little experimental too for me. I hope you guys can enjoy it and, since it’s a Muzan centered one, I think it is a good way to show why my username contains his name 😋❤️. Likes, comments and re-posts are always appreciated!

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bluyu-wings-of-fire · 25 days ago

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Darkwalker, the Nightwing Seer, Mindreader, and Animus

Several decades ago, there was a battle between a powerful, sinister Animus and two younger Animuses. The larger dragon had almost won, with his magic being far superior than either of his opponents. But with their combined efforts, the two young heroes sealed him away in a barrier, deep underground, where neither he or his magic could breach the surface. However, the dragon promised that this would not be the last time they saw him. From within, he bided his time, honing his magic to one day becone strong enough to overwrite the barrier, while his remaining followers did his dirty work on the outside, trying to steal and delude young Animuses into doing their bidding, one of whom was unfortunately Darkwalker.

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Sometime after the battle, a Nightwing seer delivered a prophecy. The winter solstice has arrived, and with it, the three moons of Pyrrhia shine brightly in the sky. Ten years had elapsed, and the time to see whether the prophecy held true had come. Several Nightwing and Rainwing soldiers were assigned to guard the Nightwing hatchery, yet somehow, without notice, one of the eggs had suddenly gone missing... "On the brightest night following darkest day, a Nightwing egg shall be stolen away. Should they become noble or sinister, it is not clear. But a name, a mirror to the past, sows darkness and fear."

Having been stolen from the rainforest right before he hatched, he never knew his real parents, and was raised believing that two of the dragons that conspired to steal him were his parents. He grew up with a few other dragonets, and was good friends with them. Everything was happy until some of them started to go missing during the night. The older he got, the more curious he became. The dragons raising them were always hard to read. Despite his powers, he never knew what they were actually thinking. One day, he was ordered to fight and kill his best friend, who had tried to escape. He refused, not having ever used his magic to harm, and he certainly planned on keeping it that way. Angry with his disobedience, one of the caretakers restrained his friend's wings and threw them into the deep ravine that cut through the cavern. Darkwalker was mortified. If he didn't do as he was told, worse would come. It took him a while to fall asleep that night. Were things really all that good? Over the years, things had just been getting worse. So many thoughts ran through his head, but eventually, he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer, and found himself falling asleep. When Darkwalker next opened his eyes, he wasn't in the cave anymore. Instead, he found himself in the fiery ruins of a city, which seemed have been recently destroyed. In the distance, he saw the silhouette of a massive dragon that looked liked an older, much scarier version of himself. It stared at him, and in a deep, rumbling voice, said, "Darkstalker..."

Darkwalker woke up in a cold sweat. "What... was that?" he muttered to himself. He was taught to control his Nightwing telepathy, but after that nightmare, the silence felt wrong. He decided to listen in for stray thoughts, hoping to distract himself with some noise. What he heard, however did the opposite of calm him down. The adults must have thought he was still asleep, because he ended up hearing bits of their thoughts. Curious, he snuck over to outside wall around where he knew they liked to discuss things, listening in on their conversation. He heard their plans to gradually turn him into a second Darkstalker. Who was this "Darkstalker" dragon? Darkwalker had never heard of him before, but from what he was hearing, this dragon sounded... Mean. Were they really going to try to make him like that? And why were their names so similar? He had many questions, but if there was one thing he knew, it was that he needed to get far, far away. He was aware that the adults had old enchanted artifacts that were much more powerful than anything he had been trained to do. He had to be careful, and with his foresight, he knew there wasn't much time.

It was too risky to use magic right now. Given some the artifacts he knew the adults had, using any spells would alert them, and if he went invisible, they had had things for that, too. He thought of his friends. Unlike him, most of them lacked special powers. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he just left without getting them out first. One by one, he quietly woke up his fellow dragonets, staying behind to make sure they all left before him. But now, his time was up. One of the supervisors, who was a strong mindreader, had woken up and detected that he was about to escape. The others were alerted, and suddenly, Darkwalker found himself being chased by four large dragons. Just as he was about to cast a spell to aid him, he felt a bolt of energy hit him in the back. It didn't hurt, but he felt cold. As if all the magic had just been drained out of him. Whatever had just been fired at him, it had nullified his powers. But it didn't matter. He just needed to run. Darkwalker had just barely managed to get to the cave entrance, but before he could reach the outside, felt a clawed hand grab onto his tail, clutching it tightly and pulling hard. He was almost yanked backwards, and would have been dragged away screaming into the deep darkness of the cave. But in a bout of quick thinking, he turned his head, letting loose a burst of fire breath at his oppressor, scorching their hand and making them let go with a yowl of pain. To his advantage, the flames had briefly obscured him, allowing him the chance he needed to escape. Instead of flying straight, he decided it would be best to escape in a direction that would be less obvious, and took off toward the forest behind the cave in a heartbeat. He flew low, making sure he couldn't be spotted amongst the trees. The weather was horrible, but at least the thunder and rain helped to mask any noises he made, He flew and flew, pummeled and battered by the rain and wind, struggling to avoid twisting branches, and still unable to use any of his magic. But he kept going, desperate to get as far away as he could, until he finally arrived at a large pair of fang-like mountains and took refuge in a dry cave nearby. When he finally settled down, he began to break down into tears. His entire life up to that point had been a lie, a scheme to corrupt him into something horrible. Hungry, exhausted, afraid, and defeated, he laid there until he eventually drifted off into a deep sleep. "Hopefully... They won't... Find me here...." he thought wearily to himself.

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kunikame · 2 months ago

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venus, planet of love. - mitsuki i.

warning(s) : hurt/comfort, mitsukis inferiority complex, i7 are the planets dont ask me why just read the fic, i love u izumi mitsuki u are so me w/c : 1619

you know love is real because izumi mitsuki exists, and he is full of it.

mitsuki loves many things – he loves iori, ZERO, re:vale, idolish7, his parents, the bakery, .. the list goes on endlessly, for izumi mitsuki is love itself. he is a lover through and through, he was raised with love enveloping him all around, and he spreads it around to everyone shamelessly and selflessly.

the only thing mitsuki doesn’t really love is himself – he is second. always, always second.

second to his genius younger brother, secondary to all his group members, always the kid picked last unless iori was the leader.

there was nothing particularly wrong with him that made it this way, he was, simply put, mediocre. a jack of all trades but master of none, if you will.

so you can imagine it didn’t quite surprise him to be less popular than his group mates by a huge margin. he didn’t stand out with anything, he had nothing for himself that would make him stand out – he wasn’t too likeable. he was aware of this, he has known this for a while – but it still hit him quite hard.

it was horrible, really, to see a light so bright become dim because it cannot see itself – it only sees the other lights, and becomes lost in their glow, mistakenly led to believe he does not shine at all.

it certainly does a number on the sight to gaze directly at the sun.

perhaps if he was brighter, if he was made of something different, he, too, would shine – would be loved.

you’ve always compared idolish7 to the planets in the sky, and fittingly so, as to you, a friend and fan, they are the center of a greater something. something only they can create, something that is tried and tested and truly theirs, because they shine brighter than all the stars combined, and because they deserve to have their place in the universe.

if nanase riku is the sun, a sense of purpose, then iori izumi is the moon, instinct. nikaido yamato is jupiter, expansion. nagi rokuya is saturn, responsibility. tamaki yotsuba is uranus, freedom. osaka sogo is mercury, adaptability.

izumi mitsuki is venus, love.

for it is not love if it is not izumi mitsuki. it is not izumi mitsuki if it is not love.

you just wish he knew that.

which is exactly why when he got offers to mc on variety shows, you encouraged him to take them, to try them – maybe he’ll end up liking them. he is really funny, after all, a natural conversationalist. he is exactly the type variety mc’s like to interview the most, you’re almost certain he would be good at the job.

and he was – he was so good, in fact, he earned idolish7 their very own namesake show, with him as the mc.

he finally had something for himself, something that was purely his, something that defined and solidified his place in idolish7. something that made him irreplaceable.

seeing mitsuki try so earnestly and work so hard, you honestly didn’t know what to do. sometimes, you’d want to say “good luck!”, but other times you feel a “you don’t have to work so hard” would be better, as he was literally working himself to the bone to please everyone he possibly could – for what is he, if not love?

he never desired whatever side parts come with fame – he simply wanted to make people happy. that was his one true ambition, his goal. he doesn’t need anyone to love him, as long as they love the things he loves – as long as they love idolish7. it would sting, of course, to be left behind, to be unfavored, but he supposed he could live with that reality. he was finally accepted after all those failed auditions, he was doing what he loved, with the people he loved by his side.

he believed he could somehow get used to being disliked.

being disliked for doing something he loved however, that was a different story.

he thought by mc-ing he could get closer to the others in popularity – and, from a certain point, it was true – his popularity did rise a bit, and he definitely did receive more fan letters and positive comments now, but the fated encounter and the unfortunate “he’s so annoying, i wish he would shut up” would continue to ring in his head for a long while to come.

he has just built up his confidence and stability like a fine tower of cards, fearing the slightest gust of wind lest it gets knocked off and tumbles onto his wooden desk in a messy pile – but instead, someone kicked the desk and the cards flew off and onto the cold, harsh ground, such a far distance off.

nagi had attempted to salvage the situation to the best of his ability, but lifting the cards off the ground isn’t going to rebuild the tower – mitsuki will have to do that himself.

handing him the cards while he does so was a simple act of kindness on your part.

“mitsuki?”

he startles mid stretch, an earbud falling out as he turns his head.

“[name]? what are you still doing here?”

“i was looking for you, then i ran into iori– he said i’d find you here,” you made your way over to sit next to him on the floor, sharing a look through the mirror facing you, “what are you doing here so late?”

“y’know, just practicing. gotta catch up and stuff, haha.”

“you’re already good enough as you are, mitsuki. you don’t need to chase after anything or anyone.”

he heaves an exhausted sigh, fiddling with the wires from his earbuds, “i do, though. i’m smaller than the others so i’m often off beat during the choreographies. i need to do more work to make sure i stay on.”

“you shouldn’t work so hard all the time. you’re tearing yourself apart trying to do this and that all at the same time – i understand your intentions, but i feel the way you’re going about them is going to bring you ruin in the end. as a friend first and fan second, i care for your health, and i don’t want to see you destroy yourself.”

“i’m not as good as them th–”

“yes, you are. you’re too absorbed in seeing them as the brightest lights to see yourself shining just as much as them. popularity polls don’t define who you are as a person, or how much you work, or how hard you try. the others know that, though, and so do i. we all see how much effort and care you put into your work, mitsuki – we know you pour out your heart and soul into everything you do, desperately trying to make it the best, trying to make people happy with you, and you do. the disapproving voices simply sound louder to you at this point in time, because those are the ones you’re most exposed to. it is however not hatred and dislike that kills entertainers, it’s love.”

the ginger listened attentively, taking your monologue in, dissecting it bit by bit. though he seems to disagree, he does understand your view and he respects it – he just doesn’t quite understand. he looks up at the mirror, staring in your eyes through it, and his seem to shimmer a tad more than they normally would under the studio lights.

“why love?”

the smile on your face feels a little melancholy, and again, he finds himself not understanding why.

“love can be overbearing and suffocating. sometimes we love things too much – so much we would kill just to keep them to ourselves. we destroy ourselves in an effort to make our loved ones happy or proud, completely blind to our surroundings becoming hazy and hard to navigate, and when you come to, you find you’re all alone in a room once filled with people. love changes, sometimes not in a good way. much like the stars burn up and disappear, the planets, too, will be destroyed by the sun,” you turn to him then, and there is a singular tear streaming down his face. you reach out to wipe it with your finger, and he blinks, “i don’t want to see that happen to you, because to me, you are love.”

“the destructive kind?”

“no, the beautiful kind. i see pieces of you in everything i hold dear, because i hold you dear.”

you see him smile for the first time that night, and it is beautiful, blindingly so – brighter than the white leds above his head.

“i hold you dear, too.”

there’s a comfortable silence as you gaze at each other, the instrumental to their new song faintly heard from his long discarded earbuds on the floor.

“hey, did you know venus is the brightest planet naturally visible in the night sky?”

perhaps the planet of love itself was destroyed by being loved too much, but not izumi mitsuki – never izumi mitsuki.

izumi mitsuki loved many things. he loved iori, ZERO, re:vale, idolish7 – the list goes on. he was a lover, raised to love the things and people around himself.

“oh, really?”

but izumi mitsuki was also loved. loved by his fans, group mates, parents – by you.

the izumi mitsuki you knew had his love returned to him tenfold by his surroundings – be it the flowers his eyes linger on, the deep orange hues of the setting sun as they caress his face, the stray pets he feeds when he sees them – everything.

the izumi mitsuki you know is loved.

“yeah.”

maybe one day he will learn to love himself, too.

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