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elsfleur · 1 year

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ellie williams x reader

summary: it was an odd thing to enjoy your work, but with a passion for music and a fling with your coworker the days at the record store seemed bright, until of course you meet her girlfriend.

content warning: use of substances like weed, somewhat established relationship, mentions of cheating, mentions of nsfw content, somewhat angsty

word count: 1,432 and part two found here

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the employee’s room smelled perpetually of weed and sandalwood cologne in her grace, and you watched as the girl you’ve grown to adore pressed down your herbs along her pot with a concerned expression at the jasmines and chamomile tainting her trusted old smoke, eyebrows furrowed.

“this is the girliest shit i’ve ever rolled in my life”

“shut the fuck up, williams” you reprimended, not missing the way her iris sparkled with amusement, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips displaying the softest of creases by her cheek.

ellie rolled her eyes before finally turning them to take you in, she had grown accustomed to mapping you out in her head as one would dissect a drawing, memorising the curves and angles effortlessly until your features sneaked their way into her mindless sketching, ripping out the pages in embarrassment. the stars were back beneath her lids as she maintained eye contact while licking on the silk paper painfully slowly, a pathetic tease.

“pretty girls first” she motioned you the blunt and leaned back on the couch to grab your hidden lighter by the r&b records’ archives, the hem of her shirt lifting up with the movement to expose pale skin begging to be painted red in suction, though you brushed away the filthy thoughts as to not feed into her ego, placing the silk between your lips as she lit it up for you, inhaling floral and exhaling smoke directly at her face, watching her pretty features get fogged away.

“it’s medicinal, just so you know” you defended the frilly choices “supposed to help with anxiety and sleep”

“yes, doctor!” she saluted taking the blunt from between your fingers and inhaling herself, letting go towards the ceiling “nothing like taking a good sleeping agent in the middle of a work shift, our boss must be so proud”

you fell into a comfortable rhythm of silence, passing the silk back and forth until it inevitably burned your fingers to a halt. ellie was staring again, this time against her own will. she enjoyed the way you puckered up and your cheeks flushed at the drug effect, watching your eyes get glossy and your attitude brighter, enjoyed your hands and calluses grabbing on to the very last inch possibly smoked of the substance, your hair and its natural cascade, your twitchy nose to the scent. she had sketched you eight times the night before without real attempt, feeling as though trapped by a love curse at your sight, her brain escaped to you like a boat finding lighthouse.

“why are you all the way over there” she questioned your distance on the couch, though barely even half a metre away, you knew instinctively what game she was playing with the innocent phrase.

“i told you i am not kissing you again until you play something for me, it is already betrayal enough you have heard me boast about how i want the new guitar we’re selling to learn without telling me you could play it”

“i’m really not that good”

“does it genuinely look like i care?”

she thought for a second before giving in with a sigh, heading out the door towards the empty store’s front and carrying back the black dyed instrument with her onto the seating, significantly closing the previous gap between you. ellie found your anticipating gaze once more, the ghost of a smile hovering over her lips so softly it was barely recognizable though you both knew, silently. her tattooed arm made its way to the front of the guitar, playing on the chords to confirm tuning before she fully began playing to you, a love song being quietly hummed under her breath just enough for you to make out certain words.

once finished, her hands lightly trembled in anxiety before gathering up courage to look at you, enthralled by her performance in a way the jokes you anticipated making and snarky retorts dissipated into thin air, mouth agape and too slow to notice her ego boost at your sight.

“you want me so bad right now” she smirked earning a playful slap to the arm in response that evoked melodic laughter to echo through the whole room loudly.

“fuck you” you replied before shutting her up with a kiss, soft lips pressed against her chapped ones. she moved the guitar away as best she could without breaking your contact, letting it drop on the carpet with a surprisingly loud bang that was anyhow disregarded as she snaked her arms over your waist pulling you to her lap. you grazed your teeth over her bottom lip before pulling it softly, her low whimper making it known who truly controlled the situation though her fingertips rose under your t-shirt to the clasp of your bra with familiar ease. you chuckled into the kiss at her desperation.

“who wants who so bad again?” you teased in a whisper, taking her palm into your own and pulling it up to cup your breast, your moans mixing into each other's at the new sensation.

“please” she begged doe-eyed and you nodded raising your arms up to help her remove it and toss it aside before working her tongue down your neck and onto your nipples, she sucked so forcefully you felt your eyes roll back while her left hand grabbed your other neglected breast before switching focuses.

you faintly heard the ringing of bells beneath the heavy breathing that filled the room and pushed ellie’s head away from your body, her eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted at your reaction in a way that sent shivers up your spine “there’s a customer” you explained letting loose of her grip and searching around for your clothes.

“i’ll take it it’s fine, at least i’m dressed” she joked standing up and going into the main room with a vocally cleared throat and smoothed out uniform.

minutes passed and ellie still wasn’t back, that’s when you made your way towards the entrance as well and watched as a flustered ellie insisted a customer go home. you watched the interaction unnoticed as long as you could, but the black haired girl soon caught on to your staring and smiled apologetically as a greeting, causing ellie to turn around and face you with a gulp.

“is… everything okay here?” you questioned.

“hi! i’m cat, ellie’s girlfriend” the customer introduced herself with an extended hand you did not take as you stared between her and the girl you’ve been having an affair with for the last six months and you have grown to consider a friend, fuck, more than that, so much more than that. her silence to the interaction hit you like a bullet.

“oh i’m sorry, how stupid” you faked a smile shaking her hand “i didn’t know ellie had a girlfriend, is that new?”

“well if you think three years is new” the girl giggled.

“yeah, no, we’re not really uh close so i wouldn’t know, congratulations on three years or something”

“cat, shouldn’t you be getting home? we’re about to close up here” ellie interrupted and the girl though furrowing her brows nodded before pressing a kiss to her lips and wishing you both an uncomfortable goodbye before skipping out the store, wind blowing through it with the opened door that made you as cold as you felt interrupting ellie’s attempt at a sentence.

“it’s cool” you said with your hand up, stopping her words until you fully watched cat’s silhouette be far away enough from the store “i was just a fuck right? not enough to ruin a three year relationship over, i won’t tell, anyways shift’s over so”

“angel, listen-“

“don’t fucking call me that?” you spat out unnerved “whatever this was ellie, or actually scratch that–, i’m sorry i apologise for thinking this was something when it clearly isn’t now you can stop with the pet names and whatever other antiques you’re thinking of pulling and save them for your girlfriend”

you rushed to the employee’s room, tripped on the guitar and cursed out loud your pain while jumping on the single good foot you now had towards your backpack, ready to leave. you do not listen to a word ellie says while walking out, you do not wait nor do you turn around. you do not see the tears that spill from her eyes like open faucets, the sob that stuck to her throat weighing down like a rock, the four words that came out way too late in a whisper not even the records could hear: but i love you.

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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 11 months

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It’s gone midnight and I’m thinking about Six of Crows so y’all know what that means: it’s time for a long rambling thought process that will hopefully have some interesting insights into the books in it.

I want to talk about the animal, mostly bird, symbolism of these books because although it’s obviously something we’re very aware of I also think it’s something that runs a lot deeper than we necessarily always realise/talk about. Even when people aren’t being directly involved in bird metaphors (crows, pigeons, peacocks) they are often described as “squawking”, “flapping”, or with other phrases that further this semantic field.

Now the crows is obviously the main source of the symbolism, and it’s openly talked about in the book with the speech on how the recognise human faces and how they support each other. I’ve also seen a few people online talking about the Crows in conjunction with a poem/nursery rhyme about crows (it’s one of those that has many different versions spun of it, some know it was counting magpies rather than crows) wherein 6 crows symbolises gold, of course greatly linked to the plot of the novels as well as their anti-extreme capitalism message. It’s also key to mention that crows are massively underestimated birds in the general public view; they’re far ‘smarter’ animals than we would typically expect. Crows have a very high brain to body mass ratio, I believe the highest of any birds but don’t quote me on that, and although we understand very little about the brain the size ratio is currently considered a very good indicator for the general intelligence level of the animal. Crows can make tools, hide their food, mate for life, and - VERY interestingly for this book analysis - have even been suspected to hold funerals. Now I want to be clear I’m working on a mix of random knowledge and the first helpful looking website that came up when I googled ‘fun facts about crows’ so I am by no means an expert here, but to my understanding the practice that was initially considered to be a ‘crow funeral’ is actually a process wherein crows will gather around a dead crow to look for potential danger. So I feel like the links I’m establishing here are relatively obvious, the point is that, like the birds themselves, the Crows are undervalued, underestimated, and unexpectedly successful. But the symbol of the crow in these books arguably goes even further.

The crow-headed handle of Kaz’s cane represents everything about the crow I’ve already mentioned on top of his own symbolic layering to the cane as a sign that no part of him has not been broken, and no part him is not better for having been broken. So in Chapter 27 of Crooked Kingdom, when Kaz returns to the Slat and fights the Dregs before leading a coup against Per Haskell, the cane with the fake crow’s head that Haskell has contrived to mock him effectively represents the failing of everything the Dregs represent. They’re last, the remnants, the people with nowhere else to go: they are the people who have been broken and have made something new for themselves. Except Haskell. So the sheer ridiculousness of him mocking Kaz’s cane, something he clearly thought would win him favour and success, in the end becomes one of the biggest aspects of his downfall. Inej describes the moment when the Dregs begin to support Kaz, the way the look at Per Haskell with discomfort - “the feathers in his hat, the canes in his hands” (and then she goes on to highlight how they’ve seen Kaz use his cane in fights, “wielded with such precision”, whereas Haskell is washed-up, pathetic, never could have taken the fight Kaz did and walked out the other side). Of course they realise, then, how completely and utterly wrong all of this was. Because when they’re confronted with both of those canes they realise something. They know what Kaz’s cane represents; it’s power and strength in spite of a world that has that has scorned him, it’s taking something that was broken and not fixing it but emphasising it and making it into a threat, into a symbol, into a strength. They know that, even though they don’t know what happens in Kaz’s head, because they see themselves in that. The Dregs; the literal bottom of the Barrel, who have been broken and who have clawed their way to survival. They cannot see themselves in Haskell’s mockery cane. Haskell is not a man who reflects what the Dregs are at their core, but Kaz is. The emphasis on the feathers is also really interesting, because I think it’s implying a sort of gaudy, colourful feathering that (despite fitting in with the style of the Barrel) does not represent the symbol of the crow; it is not something shadowed, something half hidden that could have an unexpected bite. It’s almost more akin to Heleen’s gaudy peacock feathers than it is to anything the Dregs understand, or represent through being Crows.

The pigeons I don’t really see anyone talking about, but I think it’s pretty interesting. The idea of ‘the pigeon’ is the same as ‘the mark’; they’re the victim, the fool who’s easy to swindle. I think the imagery of the fools being pigeons, ie being everywhere and massively populating big cities, is really clever to show a divide between the few, the Crows, and the many, the pigeons. However, it’s not only the Crows who remark on others being ‘pigeons’, but other gangs as well. When Kaz confronts Pekka about the scam he ran on him and Jordie, he says “you were just two pigeons, and I happened to be the one who plucked you”. I’m not gonna lie to you guys I’m losing my point slightly, but I just googled ‘crows and pigeons’ and the first thing that came up was about how crows sometimes eat pigeons so I reckon that’s pretty relevant.

Ok I’m really tired and I feel like I’m clutching at straws here, so I dunno I guess if this does well then I’ll cover peacocks, lions, and the general semantic field of birds in another post. I hope at least some of this made sense, thanks for reading it if you bothered to get this far

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spacebarbarianweird · 2 months

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Hey! It's my birthday today and it's been really good but it's been kind of the first birthday I've ever properly celebrated with my chosen family and friends in a long time since a lot of trauma/ab*se, and I really hope it wouldn't be too much to ask (take as long as you need obvs) for some headcanons with a Tav that isn't going to celebrate on their birthday, but Astarion makes it special for them somehow and maybe they agree it's Tav's 'first' birthday 🥹🥹🥹👉👈

I love all your work and eagerly await your posts, they make my day 🥰🥰🥰

Hi! Hope you will like it! Now, Tiriel's birthday is also in autumn!

Birthday Gift

Summary: Tiriel has no idea when her real birthday is and she's never receieved birthday gifts. Astarion finds it outrageous.

Pairing: Astarion x OC (Tiriel)

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, post-game, named Tav, established relationship.

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

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TW: a mention of abuse

Tiriel looks around.

Autumn.

Leaves are turning red and yellow, the winds are cold and promise winter.

It’s beautiful, though the barbarian feels uneasy – the childhood memories. Winters are merciless in such wild places as the Sunset Mountains. Hunger, sickness, death… Sometimes her stepfather, a cruel chieftain, would order to leave certain people outside (too old, too weak) – to let them die and not waste scarce food.

He would often pull Tiriel outside when the autumn winds were particularly harsh and say: “Look at this, pixie girl, I can just order not to give you any food and you will die like a stray cat. But I am merciful – I told your mother I’d save your pathetic half-blood life!” With these words, he would let her go and Tiriel would run to hide somewhere dark and safe.

She was lucky there were no harsh winters during her childhood. She would be the first to be deprived of food and warmth.

Only half a human. The result of an affair between her mother and an unknown elf. She still wonders why she was spared in the first place. It would have been so easy to murder a newborn girl.

They didn’t.

They kept her.

Maybe it was a superstition that elven children would become evil spirits once they died, or fear that Tiriel’s elven relatives would return.

Those are questions without answers, Tiriel knows that.

Maybe there was a moment when her mother loved her. Maybe there was a moment when Tiriel’s stepfather really did forgive his wife.

Tiriel doesn’t have happy memories from her childhood. It’s all too dark and miserable.

And autumns like this remind her of it.

“Hello, darling,” Astarion grins, returning to the road from the woods. His shirt is stained and he licks his lips.

“What was it?” she asks.

“A boar. Didn’t expect I’d jump on it from the tree.”

Tiriel smiles as she wipes his face from blood and brushes his messy curls. Astarion doesn’t see himself in a mirror and, of all forms of intimacy, he especially cherishes being taken care of. Brushing his hair, cleaning his face, making sure he looks beautiful.

Two years. Two years of her own happy memories. Where she has a person to talk to, to hold, to love. Astarion is a troubled person, but Tiriel loves him at his worst and at his best.

Astarion rubs her ear, forcing her to giggle.

“Let’s go?” he suggests. “The weather is getting worse, I want to spend the next few days somewhere warm!”

“It’s five miles to Longsaddle if I’ve read the map properly.”

Astarion takes her hand, and Tiriel feels how warm it is thanks to the boar blood.

“Then we will meet the sunrise in a comfortable bed!” Astarion chuckles. “And in each other’s arms.”

“I doubt they have good beds there, so far from Luskan and other big cities.”

“We have low standards, you and I. As long as there is a blanket and a bed, we are fine, Besides I love using your breasts as my pillow.”

Tiriel bursts into laughter and receives a peck on the cheek.

Unfortunately, it can’t stop bad memories.

… Her siblings asked her to help them with something on a cliff. She followed them, only to be violently beaten by her older brothers. Tiriel even thought for a moment they were going to rape her, but, instead, they pushed her down to certain death.

Tiriel woke up in dirt and blood, with her arm broken in half, shivering and coughing.

And with a cave bear ready to murder her.

That’s when Tiriel felt rage for the first time.

It filled her veins with fire. Tiriel barely remembers what happened that night but she knows she killed that bear– and was left with facial scars. Then she came back, limping and bleeding. She thinks she fought someone, maybe one of her brothers or the chieftain and then she ran.

She ran into the mountains woods – no armor, no weapon, only rags and bare feet.

Then she collapsed on the ground, hurt and scared in the middle of the woods, forever lost.

Tiriel remembers that moment vividly.

A young girl who had barely hit puberty (because half-elves grow slower) woke up all alone and cried like a child. Then she got up and walked, dying of cold and hunger.

Two days later she was found by a group of adventurers who sort of adopted her as their party child. An old halfling washed Tiriel’s hair and healed her wounds. A water genasi cooked the girl food and offered the warmest blankets.

And the tiefling paladin asked Tiriel what her name was.

“My sweet, I thought it was me who tends to wander into dark thoughts,” Astarion squeezes. “Remembering your misfortunate youth again?”

“Yes. Just – similar. To what it was back then. The same autumn when I ran from home. The same autumn when I got my name.”

Tiriel, the little girl told the party. My name is Tiriel.

Astarion does the same thing he always does when he wants to support Tiriel.

He gives her a hug.

“Hush, Tiriel,” he murmurs. “You will never be alone again.”

Triel relaxes. That is her Astarion – a simple hug, a kiss, an embrace, and her nightmares perish.

He pulls away and Tiriel catches his most adorable smile – he doesn’t pretend, doesn’t show off, doesn’t perform. That’s real him.

“I want to kiss you,” he says.

She nods. They don’t have to ask permission to do things with each other. Kisses, hugs, grabbing hands, touching intimate parts – but they still do.

Tiriel asks if she can kiss Astarion.

Astarion states he wants to kiss her.

Simple as that.

Permission and declaration.

Astarion grazes her lips. He is in his predatory mood, when Tiriel just needs to accept whatever is going to be done to her. His strong hands grab her shoulders and tug at her.

Astarion finally breaks the kiss and stares at Tiriel for a few moments.

“I am not going anywhere,” Tiriel murmurs.

“I know, Tiriel. You are mine and I am yours,” Astarion presses his forehead to hers.

They go down the hill and find themselves on a road that connects scarce towns and settlements far from the Swords Coast. The road is more or less walkable but it soon will be washed out due to rains. Tiriel notices Astarion’s visible disgust.

“Honestly darling, we should have stayed in Baldur’s Gate and lived a life of comfort!” he chuckles.

“You would die of boredom – besides I thought you’d had enough of that place.”

“True, but there are many other comfortable places! Tiriel, you deserve to wear a nice gown made of the best fabrics and sleep in a huge master’s bed where I will ravish you till you beg me to stop.”

Tiriel turns around to see her partner better. “And then I would die of boredom. Astarion look at us – I am a nomad and you were enslaved for so long you deserve to see the world.”

“It doesn’t mean I can’t whine and complain!”

“You can whine and complain all day long, Astarion. Why even bother to be in a relationship, if you can’t do this?”

They bicker and laugh for the next hour until they see a town ahead. Despite it being close to midnight, the town doesn’t sleep and is rather festive.

“What is going on here?” Tiriel asks a passerby as they enter the town. “Some local celebration?”

“It’s our duke’s first son’s birthday,” the woman shrugs. “Not like we care about the spoilt brat but you can’t say ‘no’ to a celebration right?”

The woman disappears in the crowd and Tiriel points at the stalls.

“Astarion, look! So many sweets! Oh, and there are fireworks!”

Astarion looks distant, as if something plagued his mind.

“Love, what is it?” She asks and feels a wave of anxiety. What if it’s too much? Feasts like this used to be his hunting grounds, what if he has a painful flashback?

Two years against two centuries is almost nothing.

“Tirie,l” he finally asks. “When is yours?”

“What?”

“Birthday. I know this is a huge deal for humans and the ones who grew up with them.”

“I don’t know.”

Astarion looks at her with shock.

“You… what?”

“I don’t know when mine is, I was never told. Neither a date nor a month.”

“Oh,” Astarion didn’t expect this answer. “Well, at least you know the year, right?”

“I don’t.”

Astarion raises his index finger as if wanting to point at something, but then he shakes his head in disbelief.

“We have been together for two years and you are telling me now that you don’t… how old you are?!”

Tiriel ponders a bit.

“Well, I know it was 1472 DR when I ran away, I was told by the party who adopted me… and I had had my first blood only two months before that. But I am a half-elf and it took me longer to grow up… So I think I was… fifteen? Maybe, sixteen… Or fourteen? Definitely not sixteen… Because my older brother was sixteen… Damn, I don't really know. Don’t bother.”

“Darling, I can’t not bother with the fact that I don’t know how old you are!”

“You say it as if I was one of those little girls who look older than they are and get their one-night stands in trouble!”

“It’s not that, Tiriel! It’s just… I don’t know… wrong!”

“It probably is.”

“It is wrong.”

“I cannot do anything about that.”

The wave of sadness drags her to the bottom of her dark thoughts.

Beatings.

Insults.

Hatred.

Pain.

All at once, since she was born.

Suddenly, she is a little girl again – a little girl thrown outside in the autumn rain, in the wind, wearing only a nightshirt. Tiriel thinks she hears her stepfather's laughter from behind a thick wooden door as a seven-year-old half-elf who cries and begs him to let her in.

Tiriel stops. Tears prickle her eyes. Her face burns, and an adult half-elven woman who fought gods and demons starts ugly crying like a child.

She collapses on her knees not caring about the dirt, wailing and sniffing.

“Tiriel!” Astarion drops his sack and kneels beside her. “Did I do… Did I ask… Oh, hells.”

He puts his arms under her shoulders and presses her to himself, lulling and swaying side to side. He murmurs all the words of love and care he is capable of.

“Let’s take you somewhere warm,” he finally says, helping her to get up.

Despite the fest, they manage to find an inn with a free room, a cheap and simple one. Tiriel has to go inside first to invite Astarion, and then he takes everything in his hands again making sure the innkeeper brings warm blankets and prepares a bath.

“Love,” he says. “Look at me.”

Tiriel tries not to think about how bad she looks right now with her puffy face and snot but obliges.

“That's much better, now let’s take you to the bath”

An hour later, Tiriel submerges herself into the hot water and expects Astarion to join her, but instead he goes straight to the exit.

“Astarion!” she calls him out.

“I will be back soon, just relax while I am away, all right?”

Tiriel hates being alone. Too many dark thoughts, besides, now she feels guilty. Astarion went through hell and she dares to complain?!

Her past isn’t that bad in comparison with his. She has no right to pity herself.

Time passes slowly, and Tiriel feels restless. What if something happened? What if there was a vampire hunter? Or something else…

When she finally decides to get out of the bath, Tiriel hears familiar footsteps.

��Close your eyes, little love.”

Tiriel obeys and then feels something soft and plush in her arms.

“Open” Astarion places his chin on her shoulder.

A plushie-owlbear.

Soft and cute, it’s a toy appropriate for a little girl to cuddle with.

A toy she never had.

“Well,” Astarion explains. “Since you don’t know when your birthday is, it can be… today. 17 of Uktar. Happy birthday, love,” he kisses her cheek. “And I suppose we should decide how old you are.”

“Thirty-eight,” Tiriel says, doing mental math. “Let it be thirty-eight”

“Happy thirty-eight birthday, my lovely, darling girl.”

Tiriel feels like crying again. It’s just a toy, a plushie, a thing for a baby. But she was never treated as a child, she was never given toys or dolls. And this gift… is the best she could have received.

“Do you like it?” he asks carefully.

“Yes… I do love it! Thank you! Did you steal it?”

“I won it from the toymaker. Played cards with her.”

Astarion sits on the edge of the bathtub and Tiriel wraps her hands around his waist tugging him into water. He lets out a laugh.

“Darling, you know how long it will take to fully dry?”

“Eternity! And we will spend this eternity in the inn warm and safe,” Tiriel says. “Astarion, please! I don’t want to go back on the road now, so many bad memories!”

He sits in front of her fully in the water. “Ok my sweet, what else do you want for your birthday? Maybe I could return the favor and let you ride me in some place from your traumatic memories? I’ve seen a rather terrible-looking dirt of mud.”

Tiriel thinks for a while and then says. “I don't mind riding you, but maybe in the bedroom?”

“Whatever you say, darling!”

It’s sunlight outside, and Astarion feels the tugging feeling in his undead chest. He misses sunlight, that's true.

Tiriel is asleep in his arms. They actually didn’t make it to the bedroom and had the first round in the bathtub, and now Astarion needs to repair his shirt and find missing buttons from a doublet.

It causes him anxiety, but he shrugs it away.

He can lose all the buttons and rip all his clothes, and the only reaction he will receive will be Tiriel’s jokes.

Tiriel hugs him from behind, placing her cheek on his mutilated back. The plushie is pressed between their bodies as his warrior-love has decided to sleep with it.

He actually didn’t expect her to like the toy. Initially, he was panicking and looking for something appropriate for Tiriel. A ring? A bracelet? Maybe a weapon? Maybe just something sweet?

Everything he was putting his eyes on was off. Jewelry Tiriel would never wear, a weapon she wouldn’t fight with.

And then he saw the toys. An owlbear plushie for a woman who is always treated like a brave hero. Who didn’t have a proper childhood?

The first birthday gift for someone who has never had a birthday.

And Tiriel loved it so much she pressed it to her chest the moment they stopped ‘celebrating’. She wanted to give it a proper name, and they spent at least a few minutes discussing their ideas before they settled on Big Eye.

“Tiriel,” Astarion mutters knowing she is asleep and won’t wake up. “I love you. You will never be alone, I promise. I will be with you unless you grow tired of me, and I am sure you won’t. Thank you for … finding me. Saving. Helping.”

Suddenly he feels her wet lips on his scars.

“I will never grow tired of you,” Tiriel promises.

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femmelovefemme · 7 months

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Hi Mommy! ✨ I hope it’s okay if I ask for a little help? 🥺 I never thought I would be into degrading because I have a very big praise kink but lately I’ve been wanting to try it out. Is there somehow those two could be mixed together? I’m relatively new to exploring kinks and discovering how submissive I am.. I really love the feeling of floating in that headspace especially when someone tells me how good I’m doing and how good I make them feel. I really want to try degrading but I’m nervous of getting taken out of that headspace too quickly or having a sub drop if it turns out I don’t like being degraded. I’m sorry this is so long 😓 I think I’m just trying to see if you could give some examples - if you’re comfortable - of things you’d say where degrading and praising is mixed? Hopefully that made sense 🥺

If you answer this, thank you in advance 💝 I hope you have a lovely day 🥰

let me start by saying you are so cute. yes its be easy to slip out of subspace if you hear something that doesn't resonate with the things you like and find arousing.

that's why it's important to talk about all these before hand and establish boundaries within which you feel safe seen and heard.

if you're trying new things and you're still unsure you like it or not. then yes it's a good idea to start out slow.

actually mixing praises with degradation is something i love doing. and I think a lot of it comes from the tone of the voice. I like to use a very soft and gentle voice. I'd say things like

you're so cute and pathetic humping mommy's leg like this. keep going baby.

mommy's pretty little cock slut

aww look at you waiting to be used and stuffed full with mommy's cock like the good whore you are

shh baby don't make too much noise ok? good little whores always take it down their throats obediently and you're my good little whore right? yes you are

do you know how pretty you are when you're desperate and miserable like this? how wet mommy is for you when you behave like a pathetic bitch in heat? fuck I love it you make me crazy.

bonus: making you say all kinds of degrading things about yourself then calling you my good girl

#anon #lesbian nsft #lesbian hard thoughts #lesbian ns/fw #lesbian smut #lesbian #wlw #sapphic #lgbt smut #sapphic love #tw degradation #tw mommy kink

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salty-croissants · 4 months

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A male reader gets into a bar fight after someone insults bullfrog, the aftermath has the frog taking care of his bruises while worrying about his careless attitude towards his own life.

((Sorry, my first time ever requesting so a bit nervous. 😅))

Thank you for the request !

I gotta say , I really love this concept for a Bullfrog story : it’s just so neat and creative , so honestly thank you for sending this :D

Hope it turned out okay !

Details : use of male reader ;

established relationships ;

presence of violence , mild swearing and blood

That night was supposed to be … well , like any other night , with you accompanying your boyfriend to one of his missions and waiting for him in a nearby bar .

Before he left , Bullfrog didn’t miss the opportunity to give you a goodbye kiss ( you had to get on your knees to allow him to do that , which never failed to make him adorably flustered ) , and as he gave you one last tender caress on your cheek he also left you with a reminder :

< Please stay safe , mon choux !

I should be back soon , if you need me don’t be afraid to call me , and make sure to - >

< Hey , don’t worry , I’m gonna be careful … besides , you know I can handle myself just fine if something doesn’t go right . >

< Je sais , je sais … still , I’ll be here as fast as I can : I did promise you we’d spend some time together when we get home , and let’s just say I’m really looking forward to it , my love ~ >

You couldn’t help but smile while watching him rush off and quickly disappear in the darkness .

He was such a sweetheart , no one would’ve been able to guess how lethal he was on the job and how quickly he could end the lives of the targets unfortunate enough to meet him …

As you sat on one of the bar’s chairs , lost in thought with a drink in your hand , time went by surprisingly quickly , and when you begun to glance at the door to see if Bullfrog had arrived you felt a presence next to you …

< Well hello there , good to see such a pretty face here at this hour … >

You turned around to find a … quite sketchy looking man staring at you :

since the place was pretty crowded you hadn’t paid much attention to him , but now it seemed like he had made the decision to engage in conversation … something that was a bit unsettling , given that he was a complete stranger trying to randomly flirt with you .

< Uh … >

You took a sip of what was left of your drink , making sure to avoid hehe contact to reinforce the fact that you weren’t interested .

… but he didn’t seem to take the hint , and was it just your impression or did he move closer … ?

Well , if he even dared to try anything you were more than ready to make good use of your fighting skills .

After some more uncomfortable silence , the man spoke again , this time a clear disgust in his tone …

< Y’know , I’ve seen you talking to that … thing before you came in .

Honestly I can’t help but wonder how you can feel something positive for a hybrid :

I mean - they’re all such pathetic , worthless creatures , am I right ? >

The more he talked , the more you felt your blood boil …

< I’ll have you know that that “thing” you’re referring to is my boyfriend . >

, you coldly replied , giving him a warning glare .

< …

Pfft - wait you’re serious ? Holy shit ! >

He laughed loudly in response , causing some of the people around to give you both their attention .

The last thing you would’ve wanted was an audience … but you knew that you couldn’t let that massive douchebag get away with saying those things . There was no way you would let it slide .

< You - you mean to tell me that you’d rather be with a fucking frog than an actual person ?

C’mon , don’t be ridiculous … that little monster doesn’t deserve a guy as cute as you , you can do so much better th - >

It all happened in a few seconds …

You suddenly stood up , and before you could even stop to think about what you were doing punched the man on the face hard enough to knock him down on the floor , the terrified and excited screams of the small crowd ringing in your head .

< Don’t you DARE say that shit about him ever fucking again , YOU HEAR ME !? >

He slowly stood up , wiping a few drips of blood that had fallen from his nose after the impact , and the way he furiously looked at you made it clear that he was mad … very mad .

< Gh … you … I’M GONNA KILL YOU !!! >

Everyone who was left quickly fled from the bar , leaving you and him furiously fighting without giving the other a chance to breathe .

While you were definitely better trained , the man was unfortunately a lot bigger than you , and every successful hit he landed on you was starting to hurt … but you couldn’t give up , not after what you heard him say .

Eventually , a well-directed punch in the stomach caused you to fall on your knees , the pain making your vision become blurry .

< Heh - that’s what you get you bitch !! >

His eyes were clouded with a terrifying euphoria as he grabbed you by the hair …

< Oh I’m gonna enjoy this … >

You shut your eyes , trying to prepare yourself to receive your worst beating in years … but that’s when you felt his grip loosening , letting you fall down on the floor .

< y/n ! >

That voice … could it really be … ?

< B … Bullfrog … ? >

You slowly opened your eyes again to find him on top of the man’s body , whose throat had been cut open by the assassin’s blades .

< I’m … *cough* …

I’m sorry … I know , this is a mess , but - agh — >

< Careful - don’t stand up too fast …

Here , let’s just … let’s just go . >

Without another word , your boyfriend helped you up , and the two of you walked away as quickly as you could , the distant sound of sirens getting more and more far with each step .

Some time later …

< Now … can you tell me what happened back there , s'il te plaît ? >

There it was … the question you knew would come sooner or later .

You looked down , feeling Bullfrog’s eyes on you while he patched you up .

< I … that guy , he said such awful stuff about you while being a creep and trying to hit on me …

Called you a monster …

I just - I couldn’t let him get away with it so I … punched him . >

You felt his hand gently lifting up your chin as he stared at you .

< y/n … I appreciate you wanting to defend me , but you know I don’t want you to get hurt because of me . We’ve talked about this . >

< So what , I was supposed to just stand by and let that asshole call you names ?

How is that fair ? >

< Non , it’s not fair , but almost getting yourself killed to prevent that won’t help .

Did you even stop to think about what could’ve happened to you ?

What if I didn’t make it in time to stop him ? What if you died tonight ?

My chéri , my partner , the one I love most in the entire world … gone . >

He wiped away some of the blood on your face , and you could feel his hand shake slightly as he did … a sign of how troubled he was while imagining that scenario .

< … Je … je ne peux pas … I just can’t afford to lose you , y/n . You’re too important to me . >

The dark alleyway in which you were hiding remained completely silent after that , until you sighed while placing a kiss on his palm .

< Bullfrog … that’s not gonna happen , I promise .

You’re right , I … really didn’t think this through . I just … every time I hear someone talking about you like that I lose it … >

Bullfrog’s expression softened , and as he placed his forehead against yours all the bad experiences of that night seemed to vanish …

< I know … you’re always looking out for me mon amour , and I love you so much for that ~

… just , maybe next time don’t punch anyone , alright ? >

< Heh … I’ll try not to . >

He chuckled in response , while slowly getting back on his feet .

< Now then … as soon as you feel ready we can try to head back home : I think it’s safe to say it’s been quite a long night for both of us . >

< Yeah , that sounds like a plan .

… plus I do need to thank you properly for saving my life don’t I ? ~ >

< Oh , you know you don’t have to thank me , my dear … but it would be crazy to pass up that offer ~ >

#captain laserhawk #x reader #bullfrog x reader #bullfrog captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk bullfrog #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #male reader

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thestrangestthings · 2 years

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begging {billy x reader}

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), previously established Steve x Reader, cheating, pet names (whore, sweetheart, slut), degradation, humiliation, sub!Reader, mean dom!Billy, begging, pussy slapping, teasing, slight breeding kink?

Billy presses you harder against the wooden door, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“What would Steve think if he saw you like this?” Billy asks, “So desperate for me to fuck you? His innocent little girl friend, begging for me to destroy her sweet pussy?”

Your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment, but his degrading words make you whimper and squirm as the space between your legs gets warmer and slicker.

“Come on, baby, let me hear it.” he eggs you on, “Tell me how fucking needy you are. How badly you need me to fuck your little whore cunt. Tell me Steve isn’t good enough and you need a man like me to show you what real pleasure is.”

You turn your head further away, squeezing your eyes shut, the humiliation setting your whole body, but mostly your core, on fire.

“Come on,” He pushes your arms higher up, and you cry out, back arching away from him. The hand not holding your arms flips your skirt up, yanking it high enough your arousal soaked underwear is bear to him. “Say it.” He demands, his large hand whipping out to hit your clit.

You whimper, hips jolting back, chasing the sensation. “I want it!” You gasp out, finally.

“Nuh uh, the whole thing sweetheart. I want to hear you say the whole thing.”

This time Billy yanks your underwear down, the thin, lacey material falling to catch on your knees, and slips a single finger in between your two puffy lips. He circles your entrance, then barely grazes your clit, teasing you.

“I need you.” You whimper, pressing back on his hand, trying to make him add even the slightest bit more pressure to your clit. Your attempts are in vain, his hand still tightly holding your wrists to the expanse between your shoulder blades. “I need you to fuck me! Please, Billy, please!” You cry out, desperately shoving your hips back, even at the expense of your shoulders that begin to ache from the position.

Billy chuckles darkly, grabbing your chin harshly with the same hand that was just on your pussy, smearing juices across your chin as he turns your head back just enough to look at him.

“Oh darling, I am going to ruin you.”

Billy presses his lips tightly to yours, releasing your chin to unbuckle his belt and then unzip his pants. He doesn’t brother to strip either of them. Simply taking his cock from his tight jeans and positioning it at your entrance. He guides himself in at a careless pace, not stopping to consider that you’ve never taken a cock this big, that you might need prep.

You moan into his mouth, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. He begins hitting your g-spot almost immediately, expertly slamming into it with every thrust. The hand on your hip dives under your skirt to press harsh circles to your clit. You cry out at the combination of sensations, the pain in your shoulders and arms, the hot tingling spreading throughout your abdomen, the tightening knot in your core.

Billy notices the minute your thighs begin to shake, and he laughs humorlessly, “So fucking pathetic. You’re already about to cum and I’ve barely even fucked you.” He slams his hips into you harder than before, pushing your body up the wall as you’re forced onto your tippy-toes. “So fucking desperate for my cock and yet you can barely take it, huh?”

He tries to reposition his hips to fuck into your deeper, but he’s too big and can’t fit all of himself inside of you. "Is this all you can take, slut?”

You let out a high-pitched whine, entire body trembling as you’re thrown over the edge. Your cum coats his cock, smearing across the front of his jeans and the insides of your thighs. As you come back to earth you can feel some dribbling down your legs.

Billy doesn’t slow down at all, continuing to use your fucked-out pussy to get himself off, even as you squirm and huff from the over stimulation.

“Please, Billy,” You beg, “It’s too much. I can’t-” You’re cut off by Billy shoving the hand just on your cunt into your mouth, gagging you with his fingers.

“Shut the fuck up. I haven’t even filled you up once yet, we are far from being done.” He spits, leaning his face close enough you can smell the mint on his breath and feel it beating down on your cheek. “I want you to beg for every load of cum I’m going to fuck into you today."

You feel equal amounts of shame and arousal, unable to admit to yourself how much his words turn you on. If anyone else were to speak to you like this you would have slapped them across the mouth, but when it’s coming from the mouth of Billy Hargrove, the biggest asshole you know, the enemy of your beloved boyfriend, it heats up every inch of your skin.

“I said beg.” He demands, his voice leaving no room for negotiation.

“F-Fill me,” You beg, squeezing your eyes shut as though it will save you some embarrassment.

“You can do better than that.”

“F-Fill my cunt, Billy,” You gasp, “Please, please, please, fill me with your cum, please!”

And Billy does just that. His hips stutter, thrusts faltering, and you can feel it as hot streams coat your insides, deeper than Steve had ever reached inside of you. He continues his thrusts, milking himself, before slowly pulling out. Before too much can escape, he releases your arms and crouches, pulling you underwear up and tight to your pussy, trapping the cum.

He stands back up, only to swing you around and force you to your knees.

“Now let's see how good you are at cleaning your messes.”

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove smut

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alexsoenomel · 1 year

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Enough, Enough Now (Joel Miller x Reader Smut)

Summary: Sad reader is a horny reader basically

Pairing: Sub!Joel x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Sub!Joel (oops), unprotected sex, creampie (double oops)

Word count: 1532

Song: Enough, Enough Now by Bad Omens

Note: I’ve never read a Sub!Joel fic so....yeah this happened.

Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

You tossed and turned as your mind went into an overdrive. Ever since the world had gone to shit your ability to establish a normal sleeping pattern had vanished and became erratic – even 10 years later you still found yourself tossing and turning in wherever you would find to crash for a night. This time was no different and it was in an old abandoned motel. Joel was sleeping right next to you on his side, facing you. You didn’t want to wake him up, but you craved his touch, his ability to calm you down when you would lose yourself in your own mind. Sometimes you would enter a maze and get lost in it. And sometimes it was just stress – stress that was given to you by this brand new world, wrapped with anxiety and occasional panic attacks. Even 10 years later it would still come in waves.

Your eyes started to fill with tears as you covered your mouth with the palm of your hand trying to hold back the cries that desperately wanted to come out. You didn’t understand it. Why? Rationalization was how you would defend from the endless pit of negative thoughts and feelings that came with this brand new life. If you had an explanation why you felt a certain way, you would feel a lot better and it would pass quickly. Pass or repress? The same thing.

Now you didn’t have an explanation. You were mentally stuck in one place making yourself shake and cry for no reason.

Why am I crying?

You were wiping your tears, engulfed in the complete darkness of the room as you felt a hand around your waist pulling you closer. The thing that finally gave you away was the sound of your nose sniffling. Joel knew your relationship with sleep was unstable, especially since he could relate. Sleep wasn’t his best friend either. He knew what not being able to sleep could do to someone – he hadn’t had a decent night of sleep ever since his daughter died.

"Are you okay?" You heard him whisper. His voice seemed deeper, more rough than usual.

"Not really."

You turned around, wiped your tears and kissed him as hard as you possibly could. He kissed back immediately, cupping your face with his hand as you climbed on top of him, your lips not leaving his. You could still taste the whiskey you two drank a couple of hours ago on his lips. You needed him, all you wanted to do was forget – forget the world you were living in, or rather surviving in.

You broke the kiss as his silhouette was gazing at you, inches away so you could feel his alcoholic breath on your face. He moved your hair behind your left ear as it was falling on his face.

"Baby-"

"Shhh! I don’t wanna think about it. Kiss me!" Before he could say anything you placed a finger on his slightly chapped lips only to move it seconds later to kiss him again. The kisses turned into a full blown make out session, making you hungry for more. Your hands were exploring his body until one settled between his legs, feeling his already hard cock which turned you on even more. You were eager, needy and pathetic. You knew that but didn’t care. You just wanted to feel him and forget, forget your existence. You wanted to be sucked in pleasure by the man you shared everything with.

A moan left your lips as you felt his fingers in your panties, feeling your already wet and pulsating core.

“God, I love that sound!” He whispered as he moved your hair back and buried his lips in the crook of your neck, knowing damn well it will drive you mad. And it did.

He knew your body like his own, knowing which buttons to push, what places to kiss and bite – he knew them all.

Your patience was running low as you took his face, forcing him to look at you. His eyes were like two stars shining in the darkness of the universe, studying each line of your face.

"Will you make me cum, Joel?" You whined in desperation. "I." You positioned yourself on his cock as you slowly started to rub yourself on it. "Really." Each word that left your sinful lips was a thrust.

"Want."

"To."

"Cum."

Joel was slowly losing himself in you. Everything you did he liked, but telling him what to do he liked the most – he would never admit it to himself, hell he would never admit it to you, but sometimes he was exhausted from being in charge. He was tired and you were happy to take over.

"Can you do that, please Joel?" You asked him before kissing and biting his lower lip, making it sore and sensitive. Your words were like poison to him and he couldn’t stop drinking it.

"Can do that baby… " His whispers became heavier as you kneeled between his legs, took off his boxers and positioned yourself on him. You didn't sit just yet, his tip was touching your entrance making him grow impatient and needy – just the way you liked it. You leaned in and kissed his neck whispering how good he is. His skin reacted to your words with goosebumps – you didn’t even need to touch him to make him whimper and fall apart under you.

"What do you want me to do?" You asked him inches away from his face.

"Sit on me!" He groaned in frustration.

"Beg me! I wanna hear it!" You demanded. The only thing better than Joel's moans was him begging you to satisfy him – which didn’t happen often. You enjoyed seeing him in that state, all hot and bothered being desperate, especially since he had such a strong presence as a person. It turned you on knowing no one can make Joel Miller plead or boss him around, besides you.

"Fuckin’ hell baby! I'm going insane here, do something! Please!"

"Oh really?" You teased with a smirk on your face, while rubbing yourself on his tip a little bit more. God, he was hot. Even though you could barely see him, desperation was written all over his face.

"Ye-yes, please!"

"God, I love when you beg!"

You slowly sat down while your hand was holding his cock, feeling just how big he was. He was stretching you as you moaned, feeling a wave of pleasure going through your whole body. You could never get tired of that.

"Fuck!" He finally got what he wanted.

"Do I feel good?" You asked, slowly starting to move up and down establishing a pace. "Do you like when I'm riding you?"

"Yes, baby! I do!" He said holding on to your hip bones as your pace became faster. You desperately wanted to cum. You needed it.

"You feel so fuckin’ good! Fuck!"

It was euphoric, intense and you could feel your orgasm approaching.You were too sensitive and horny, so every touch, kiss, thrust would set you on fire. You were slowly starting to lose it. Your nose was pressed against his, occasionally swallowing his moans with each kiss you gave him. You stayed like that inches away breathing each other, like oxygen wasn’t enough for you to survive.

“Joel.”

You were getting closer to coming undone and completely falling apart. Hearing Joel’s groans and the way he gripped your hip bones – you knew he was close too. You took his thumb and put it in your mouth as you started rubbing myself while riding him. You loved his fingers, they were long and thick…and would give the best orgasms.

"—fuck!" He said before taking out his thumb out of your mouth and kissed you hungrily practically wanting to devour you whole. You felt the pleasure build up in the lower part of your stomach – it was coming.

"I'm close." You managed to say. Your pace was fast and steady. He was hitting just the right spots that way.

“–baby! Fuck I–"

You could feel it. Your whole body shaking, his name never leaving your lips as you balanced yourself on his legs with your hands, back slightly arched. You came all over him.

You didn't want to end there. You wanted him to cum too. You wanted to see it, to hear it – so you didn't stop moving – not until he came too, filling you up. He dug his fingers in your flesh even harder as his orgasm came in intense waves.

When you both came down from your highs a little bit, you collapsed right next to him.

“Oh God I needed that!” You confessed, trying to catch your breath.

You were covered in sweat and in haze but finally out of that endless hole of nothingness your mind liked to take you sometimes.

“Couldn’t sleep again?”

“Yeah!” You moved a little bit closer to him resting your head next to his shoulder.

You stayed like that in silence before you both drifted back to sleep. No ‘I love you’s were exchanged, no ‘good night’s… Most things were left unsaid between the two of you, but were nonetheless already known.

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kthynes · 2 years

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husband for hire

18+

You proposition a very powerful mafia member before your father does and he abides.

warnings: course language, mentions of arranged marriage. fake husband/wife trope. Mafia!Lloyd x fem!reader (non-descriptive).

word count: ~1.1k

authors note: I was watching the proposal with the other Ryan in it when my ✨muse✨ came to me. So enjoy this filler piece while I reluctantly work on my bazillion other WIPs.

You both hated your father. For different reasons. For some time now. So you thought, on your wildest whims, that there’d be no other agreeable man like him.

”I don’t think I follow…” Lloyd Hansen winces while popping some Jordan almonds into his mouth. He’s bored, gant on listening but fully taken by you.

“Be my husband.” You confidently rephrase as he lazily gets up from the chaise and walks over to you.

“Only if you get down on one knee.” He jokes, peering down at your unceasing resolve. The buttons on his dress shirt come apart as he flutters his broad spanning shoulders and prepares his stance. Your lips tug at the corners, grimacing at the hard earned comment.

“Not happening.”

“So then what’s in it for me?” He asks while striking the patience of a dead man. Lloyd has never humoured you. You’ve only heard of him. So this interaction was not owed by any means.

“I just… I just… Gah!” You pause and exhale loudly, eyes pinched shut, strung with frustration. He’s licking his chops and kissing his teeth, punctuating the informed silence.

“God why am I like this?” You groan in the palm of your hands.

Groups of siren-like women are laughing behind the large barreled doors. Wedding goers are celebrating a truthful, loving union all while you attempted to coerce a notorious gang lord in the name of unholy matrimony.

Lloyd carefully studies your pitfall, enjoying your demure and every emotion you easily splay.

You snap your head up, bashful as can be. “Look I just need my father to trust my choices, to let me be.”

The matter of fact was that you were of age which meant that your father was petulant on finding you the right suitor. Day and night, men from the same walks of life would try to pursue you and right now you were conspicuous, trying to dodge the don of Spain.

“I haven’t felt myself in years and for once, I’d like to be free from all this,” You pathetically ramble, a known tendency of yours.

“You’re asking for a lot there,” Lloyd hums while looking at you sideways and crinkly eyed.

“He thinks I’m like cattle! Do as I’m told. Be who he is.” You nearly shriek, ready to hulk out of your gown. “I’ve had enough!”

“Right…” Lloyd ponders while drawing a thumb and pointer finger over his thick, unshorn chevron. “But see, the thing is that I still don’t know where exactly I fit in this equation of yours.”

“It’s simple. Let’s play house. You and I. No strings attached.” You begin. “Of course, we’ll have to establish some boundaries but for the most part it’ll get my father off my back.”

“And leave a blazon target on mine. Fuck that.” Lloyd walks past you knowing that he’s spent a fair amount of time in the drawing room, plucking at your pleas.

“Would you change your mind if you had the chance to fuck me?” You pipe just as he reaches the door.

Now there’s an idea.

“Now you’re pushing it.” He advises, although, taking you apart on top of the large executive desk wasn’t exactly a faraway thought. He comes up short, jaw ticking as he takes a deep, composing breath. Your mother never taught you how to act right especially in the order of mafia men. You spoke, whole foot in mouth, completely unashamed.

“Please Lloyd.” You were asking a lot of him. First to be his wife and now his play thing? He’s unprincipled to it all.

“Don’t make me a dishonourable man, sunshine.” He grunts before stepping out into the crowds that welcome him back again.

💍

“So what’d he say?” Your best friend, Liza grabs you by the arm, giving you a light shake as you stand by the side entrance, completely stock still.

Hours later, the evening toasts were still going on. Steve and Peggy had a lot of well wishers and you zoned out through almost all of them. Love is love is love, right?

“Y/N?”

“He almost had me.” You finally grumble. Liza opens her mouth to say something but then Lloyd takes center stage, deviating both of your attention. It’s the first time you properly take him in. Dressed like a 70s business mogul, he has some flare and underlying charisma. You never met anyone quite like him, an absolute alchemy.

“Hello everyone.” He starts off at ease, eyes scanning the crowd with a terse smile that he needed to work on. “Thank you all for coming by to celebrate my good friends Steve and Peggy.”

Everyone claps. Ear piercing whistles erupt, men shake their fists and huzzah. You’re silently observant, still kind of prissy for god knows what.

“I know we don men don’t have moments like this as often as we should but because Steve is different I’m glad that he’s found you, Margaret.” Lloyd initiates and someone in the crowd lets out a relieved ‘amen.’

“He had a prayer and somehow the scoundrel saw it through.” He shakes his head with a sly grin. “So cheers to that, I guess.”

He raises his glass with one hand while the other is shoved in his trouser pocket.

“Cheers indeed.” Liza snickers next to you, downing her champagne immediately.

“Now before I take off there is something else I’d like to preface, do, challenge, be with… or without.” Lloyd stalls, staring down at his untouched champagne flute. His unabiding seriousness passes through the crowd who look to one another. Your brows were automatically drawn together, steering with doubt as he lulled his head back up.

“I met someone. Someone so fucking audacious that I thought to myself why not?” He starts off with a crass proclamation. “Maybe she could give me this.” He points to the environment around him.

“And maybe I’d be dumb enough to see it through.”

Whispers take flight. You were bludgeoned with disbelief. “So… what do you say, Y/N Y/L/N. Will you marry me?”

Gasps flit through the auditorium. Liza whips her head around and yips with excitement as the hall lights shine down on you. Like a fish out of water, your mouth puckers.

“This can’t be happening.” You mutter to your closest companion while remaining underwhelmingly overzealous.

“I mean this is what you wanted so…” she adds under her breath, bobbing and acknowledging the stares. “Talk about a man of grand gestures.”

“Tell me ‘bout it.”

“Sunshine?” Lloyd reverberates, holding the mic so very close to his bushy upper lip.

“Yes.” You quip. No second thoughts. No apprehension. No backing down.

“What was that?” He inquires, trying to read your perfectly glossy lips. “Was that a yes?” Someone confirms and he repeats. “Yes?”

“She said yes!” Everyone cheers with all the more reasons to do so.

Lloyd smiles right at you, coveted by his new missus. You didn’t realize that you’d be let on this far. But he had other plans and maybe stringing you along could be impactful.

#lloyd hansen x you #mafia!lloyd x you #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #posting for funsies #chris evans #series: husband for hire

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kingofbodyrolls · 1 year

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BTS fic recs: May 2023

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ Well, this is apparently a shrine to @jimilter, because I didn’t read anything else in May 🫢💎

Also, most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fics post ♥

BTS fic rec index → 💜| Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, personal favorites = 💯.

Jimin

⭐Ain’t Real Cherry💯 by @jimilter // pjm x reader (ft. Taehyung) // college!au, roommate!au // 🌩️🥵🥰😂

📝 Not to be too sickeningly romantic, but his wank bank needed a desperate overhaul if he was ever going to stop being pathetic. He was done envisioning his roommate in positions he would never actually get to see her in. And maybe, just maybe, this exercise would get him back in the game and he would actually be able to fuck people without your face in his head to push him over the edge, every single time.

🗨️ I seriously don’t know why I haven’t found this freaking gem earlier! It is one of the very best reads I’ve had, EVER 🥰 Go read it, it you haven’t already!

⭐Relax for Me💯 by @jimilter // pjm x reader // established relationship, masseuse!jimin // 🥵🥰😂🌩️

📝 You came home from a tiring workday and your boyfriend offered to give you a massage to relax – which you didn’t think much of because Park Jimin is known to be selflessly kind while also being a pervert, the exact two behaviors a massage would exemplify. But maybe you should think more about how skilled his hands felt… almost extraordinarily skilled. Is your boyfriend hiding something from you?

🗨️ This is one of the very best written Jimins out there! I loved the smut so, so much and the surprise drama at the end (which I didn’t expect at all 😳). Just a really good and lovely read! Will read it again sometime 🥰

AN: I am posting this in August 2023, but dating the post back to May 😆

If you want to dive into more fic recs you can check out my tag → BTSFicRecs.

Borahae 💜

#bts fic recs #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts scenarios #jimin fanfic #park jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #bts smut

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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Just Kiss Me Slow

Kinktober Day 12: Cockwarming

Relationship: pediatrician!Chris Beck x librarian!Reader (comet and sunshine, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~700

Summary: Your man is the neediest.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, soft sex) fluff, established relationship, developing feelings, SMUT! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: A super short one but it’s so cute! Just love my soft babies 🥹

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

“Sunshine…” Chris let out a deep breath and groaned, burying his face in your neck and gently pressing his lips to your skin when you clenched around him as he shifted his weight over you. “How long is this book?”

“It’s short, I’ve only got fifty pages left.” You grinned to yourself when he grumbled affectionately as his hands skimmed over your sides, tilting your head to the side so he could suck on that spot under your ear as you turned another page. “You’re the one who couldn’t wait to get started, it hasn’t even been an hour.”

He huffed again as he kept pressing kisses along the curve of your shoulder, his knees squeezing your thighs while he did his best to hold back from rolling his hips into you.

It wasn’t his fault. All he wanted was to be inside you all the time, to feel the tight heat of you stretched around him like you were fucking made for him. Even when your attention was otherwise occupied, he just needed you underneath him to make him feel warm and complete, like he was home.

God, he hoped you felt the same way. He was pretty sure you did, otherwise why would you let him constantly get wrapped up in you? Always giving him a soft smile and spreading your legs when he would just give you a pathetic look, rolling onto your stomach if you were reading or watching tv, or letting him pull you into his lap if it was a rare night you had to do some work from home. You were so willing to indulge him no matter how pathetic and whiny he was, and if he ever got up the nerve to actually consider his feelings, he’d probably be able to admit he was hopelessly in love with you.

“You just… you feel so fucking good.” He sucked on your ear and managed to wind his arms around your waist, the two of you sinking even further into the bed as you let out a soft sigh. “I missed you so goddamn much today. I’m gonna quit my job.”

“No you’re not.” You flipped another page but almost dropped your book when he gave the smallest grind of his hips, one of your knees bending so you could curl your leg around his as he purred in your ear. “You love your kids, comet. More than you love having a wet dick.”

“Maybe.” Chris rested his head on your shoulder and nuzzled at your cheek while he tried to get all of your attention, hissing when you rolled your hips and made your pussy flex around him in that way that made his cock twitch. “That’s not fair, sunshine. You keep doing that and I’m never gonna leave your apartment.”

“Do what?” You clenched around him again and giggled when he gave you a warning growl, like your teddy bear could ever actually punish you. “I’m just reading.”

“Yeah, if you want to keep reading then stop being a tease.” He whimpered when your whole body rolled underneath him, his arms tightening around you as he made some truly pathetic noises. “Babyyyyy…”

“Oh, you’re so sad!” You marked your page and set your book aside when he whined again, turning your head so you could brush your lips over his while you arched your back even more. “Tell me what you need, sad boy.”

Chris pulled out just enough so he could flip you onto your back and then he was plunging into you again, resting his forehead against yours and letting out a pleased hum when you gasped for him. A moment or two passed where he just gazed at you, his eyes drinking you in before he finally pressed his lips to yours and let his body melt into you. The sounds you made when he started to trail kisses all over your face and neck and chest only made him feel even softer, warm rumbles vibrating his chest against yours while you lightly trailed your fingers over his spine as he took what he needed from you.

“Need you.” He purred when he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked gently, not even needing to move his hips when the way he was worshiping you made you clench and flutter around him with no effort. Damn, you were so fucking perfect. “Just you, always.”

#natalie writes #natalie’s kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 #no love like your love au #comet and sunshine #chris beck #chris beck fic #chris beck x fem!reader #chris beck smut #chris beck x y/n #chris beck x you #chris beck x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan character #fluff #eighteen and over #eighteen plus

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vantekoos · 2 years

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Curse | jjk (m)

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: established relationship, smut

Word count: 800+

Warnings: literally smut without a plot, switch jk, dom reader in this sense, Jungkook is whiney, handjob (m), Jungkook looks at reader’s nudes with consent, boobies nudes, ass nudes…that’s it

Summary: With you gone for work, Jungkook grows impatient and decides to help himself out with the thought of you.

Notes: I’ve been writing one shots and deleting them because I’m a perfectionist, but I promised myself to post this one to get some feedback! So, all feedback is welcomed!

P.s: this is low key all over the place, but bear with me. I’m kind of all over the place right now too.

Oh, he looked like such a pathetic little slutty boy.

Mind occupied with having you home so you could take care of him.

And he felt like one as well.

Time read 2:33 am on his phone, right above the picture of your perky tits displayed on his screen.

You were away for work, working late hours again to pay for school like always. Usually, Jungkook could wait for you to come home to help with his…issue. However, he was impatient.

Plus, the tightening in his pants was getting too suffocating.

He was hesitant to fix his problem. Perhaps he was worried to be caught and teased to death for pleasuring himself without even waiting a few extra hours.

In his defense, Jungkook had you on his mind all day. From those cute voice messages that showed off your pretty sexy voice to the teasing messages you sent just to rile him up.

You were captivating, alluring, and amazing all at once. And he needed to be inside you now.

Reaching over the nightstand to open the drawer, aimlessly grabbing his AirPods to connect to his phone.

If he was going to jerk himself off, he needed some motivation.

Clicking out of his pictures, he goes onto to Spotify to look for a certain song that reminded him of you to a perfect ten.

The Internet’s Palace/Curse begins to play in his headphones, though he skips it to Curse because of its tempo.

It reminded him so much of you on top, riding his slow with him under your curse. It nearly has his breaths unequal, brining a soft smile to his lips.

Swiping back to his nude pictures of you, the tight fitted black t-shirt that once covered Jungkook bare chest was between his teeth by the hem.

Finally, his tattooed hand rubs softly at his chest and down his smooth abs. Peaking from the band of his boxers, his happy trail shows on his v-line. Though, he doesn’t waste any time on unbuckling his belt.

The clicking of the metal sounds the room until he pulls down his pants past his thighs, having his boxers still sit on his hips.

A sigh of relief leaves his lips, eyes flutter shut when he wraps a hand around his cock over the thin material.

Of course it felt nothing close to your touch, but it was enough to leave him thinking of you.

Pushing his hand underneath the band of his boxers, he grabs his cock from the base and slowly moves his hand up and down. Precum leaks from the tip, giving just enough lubricant for immersed pleasure.

Jungkook relaxes against the pillow cushions, teeth biting harder on his shirt as soft sighs and moans leave his lips. His eyes stare at the screen, studying the way your ass could barley fit in his hands. Or the way your tits sat pretty when you gave him a handjob in the next video of his camera roll.

It was enough to have his hand move faster, eyebrows furrowed from concentration of this mental fantasy. The pictures, videos, and music was the key to have him completely memorized on the thought of you.

Feeling his foreskin drag when his hand goes from tip to base has him in complete agony for your touch. The quick thumps of his fist hitting his stomach sounds the room, letting it be the music filling the empty room while soft tunes plays in his ears.

“Fuck,” Jungkook breathes out shakily, his fist tightens onto his phone before releasing his shirt from his lips.

At this point, he didn’t care who could hear or if you’d walk in. He was too far gone in the pleasure.

Twisting his hand on every stroke has his hips rising up to meet his fist. It embarrassing how desperate he was to cum. Though, it was more so embarrassing to hear those whiney little gasps and moans whenever he felt his cock throb against his hand.

The tip of his cock leaks more drops of precum, become slick and fast as the sound of his movements grow louder and louder. No longer did Jungkook whine quietly, your name was groan out every so often when he felt his climax approach.

“A-Ah please baby–baby,” Jungkook whimpers.

Jungkook’s mouth opens slightly, eyes squeezed shut, and brows furrowed that he completely falls apart. His chest rises and falls from panting, cums coaxing his hand of thick white stripes of cum. It was euphoric, the feeling, to have a climax with you in his mind.

Even a soft smile appears on his lips of pure satisfaction, having his hand take out his AirPods to have a sound of keys at the other end of the room.

“You’re so dirty,” your voice echoes throughout the room. Kicking your shoes off, you crawl onto the bed with a smirk big enough to have Jungkook’s smile disappear.

He didn’t know if he was to feel ashamed or excited. Though, you on the other hand, was delighted to see that your boyfriend couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

“Guess you really couldn’t wait.”

#bts #kpop #jungkook #bts jeon jungguk #bts x reader #bts smut #jungkook smut #bts reactions #jungkook oneshot #jungkook drabble

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yellowmonday · 18 days

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ok i have to make a disclaimer here too since someone just accused me of running scams + called me pathetic and then blocked me before i could explain anything lmao.

to clarify: yes i’m currently actively boosting multiple crowdfunds for 3 separate people (mutuals and friends who need financial assistance for various reasons), through my main blog yellowmonday and my fandom sideblog thylaseraph (wrongfully terminated and still unrestored rip.) i am fundraising through dming blogs, because that’s the easiest and most effective way to reach out. these are all verifiable requests, they are legitimate, these are all unrelated people who i have chosen to support because i care about them.

if this makes you uncomfortable and you choose to ignore/block me that is fine, especially if you’re a minor or can’t interact for some other reason. PLEASE do not report me i just got my account recovered !! above everything else please be kind.

long post so more details below the cut

my method of crowdfunding: i am on a few other social media sites but tumblr is the easiest to crowdfund on, but censorship and sitewide prejudice against crowdfunders still present barriers. my goal is to get as many people to reblog these aid requests as possible. to do that, i take screenshots of post notes with usernames — i use posts that have over 1k notes so i can reach a lot of different people.

based off the screenshots i direct message people, i type out each individual username, i can share the post with only 4 blogs at a time. many people have dms turned on private. for every dozen usernames in a screenshot, i can successfully message probably half of them. i usually don’t know any of these blogs, i don’t look at their bios, i often don’t know if i’ve messaged them before unless i recognize the username.

it is an imperfect method and i inevitably dm people who get upset which i am sorry for, i always apologize when somebody says they don’t want to be dmed and won’t share. i apologize and try to be polite because i understand the reasonable suspicion, and i don’t want anybody to feel financially obligated especially because so many people are struggling rn, and also because it would be fucking awful if my friends got accused of or reported for being scammers just because of me trying to help! many people do end up reblogging, some people respond to my message with confirmation or words of support, which is always appreciated.

about my scripts: the messages i send are scripted and copy and pasted, saying what the reason for the request is, and i am basically asking for whatever they can contribute even if it’s just a reblog and it’s fine if they can’t etc. it may also include things like, sorry for bothering you, sorry if i have previously dmed you/if you have previously reblogged, thank you, have a nice day etc etc.

i have revised the message a few times and i rewrote it for each person i am crowdfunding on behalf of to give more personal details. i copy and paste that and i think i can mass dm about 50 blogs per day. i talk about my script a little more here (deleted post rip.) in a post trying to gather support for my spn mutual’s ongoing crowdfund — i encourage other people to do the same script + mass dming to gain visibility.

this method of individual outreach has been effective which is why i’m doing it! i share crowdfunds as often as i can on all of my social media platforms, but directly reaching out to people results in more traction and emphasizes the importance of small affordable donations from multiple people. and i think that someone vouching for somebody else’s crowdfund also establishes more trust and credibility in other people’s eyes, which imo is incredibly unfair especially considering how isolated, unsupported, and mistrusted many crowdfunders are.

Black and brown people who crowdfund or rely on other people’s funds for survival are intensely scrutinized, disbelieved, criticized, harassed, ignored, and otherwise marginalized. crowdfunds are generally prioritized based on how relatable, aesthetically pleasing, or friendly they present themselves to be; and how “achievable” or “feel-good” they are, and how well-known, connected, or put-together the crowdfunder makes a huge difference in whether their goal gets met. it turns into a desirability game so the most vulnerable and marginalized people are often abandoned.

i have seen chronically ill people die with unmet medical funding goals. the necessary social capital to meet a lifesaving goal is so inaccessible, and the project of crowdfunding is so impossible. from what i know, over my few years of observing and supporting crowdfunds, and attempts at crowdfunding for myself and my ex-partner in desperate times over the past year, the single most critical factor in meeting a goal (which again is so. so uncommon) is the active participation, interaction, and endorsement of other people. including privileged and moneyed people, but mostly just lots of caring people being vocal. community literally saves lives even online. even a comment on a post or a decision to sponsor one person’s crowdfund can make a huge difference, i strongly encourage people to do this more often and just become more active and VISIBLY supporting crowdfunds.

many people crowdfund this way (through mass/individual outreach) for themselves or others, i don’t think it’s as common on tumblr and it might be harder to distinguish authentic dms from bots and scams on tumblr but. it is still a method that people regularly use to survive. and it takes up a lot of time and is not always fruitful and sometimes you get shitty responses but personally id rather have that be aimed at me than the people who are pleading for support for themselves.

its hard enough to make a post baring the most personal, intimate, painful details of your life, and have it not even generate $20; so how hard is sending that to people and be explicitly ignored or called a liar? i am glad to do this for my friends because it SUCKS!!! i have been directly asked by at least one person to do this for them, and for the others i just started doing it because they had not been getting the visibility they need. it’s not so fucking easy to get visibility on posts without directly begging for it, and many of the people who are crowdfunding do not have the time/energy/resources to do that. it is work, it is draining, when you have to do it for yourself.

i do this as often as i can, like i said there’s a daily limit of blogs i can dm before tumblr restricts me, and some days i do not have the energy which is something i feel bad about. i have had my own requests for affording things like masks for work, or groceries and rent before i moved back with my parents, but i have not dmed people for my own crowdfunds because i am somewhat secure rn. im in debt lmao and im working and contributing literally my entire disposable income to sustaining other people as much as possible. and that’s a privilege because i don’t have to worry about where im getting my own meals as i do this.

i have been fortunate enough to meet my small goals or have large goals partially met by mutuals or friends of friends which i am so grateful for, and which is painful to know knowing that daily my own friends are struggling with much less support or bigger, ongoing goals. i know it is a hundred times worse for people who are crowdfunding this way for themselves every day even if they do not have the energy, because they need to, to survive. that’s why i do this when i can, i have the time to help people in this way, in addition to directly donating if i can afford it, and because i have been in that position, and because people i care about are in that position, and because strangers who are in that position also deserve every ounce of support anybody else can spare.

i believe in the practice of mutual aid and since i do not have the ability to directly donate or get involved with irl organization myself at this time, crowdfunding for other people online is what I can do right now. i think society is fucked up idk what else to say! i don’t just mean the social inequity that causes people to become financially unstable and alienated in these ways, but also the attitude of mistrust and anger toward everybody asking for help that develops because of it. anyways.

if anybody has any questions about legitimacy, of me or the requests im boosting, i am fully willing to answer. some tips i would give if you’re trying to discern between a scam and an authentic crowdfund (these are not always definitive but may be helpful):

blog history and activity to see how old the blog is, if they have mutuals, if they post updates, if they blog about other things or talk about their life. sometimes real people create blogs on tumblr just to crowdfund so you can’t always tell based off this, it MIGHT be a sign of a repeat scammer.

having a conversation with the person. do they seem like a real person whose story checks out? if you’re going to report someone for scamming you should at least talk to them first. otherwise you could be endangering their platform and cutting them off from support. tumblr is known for doing this to marginalized people.

checking out the links they provide — if it’s multiple and usernames/face id is consistent across platforms, if they sell goods or services which could verify them as a real person, selfies and photos etc. most scammers are not putting that much effort in, they’re usually ripping off somebody else’s story and photos. use reverse image search. if you’re not sure, it is your right to ignore but please be aware of how many sincere people get harassed for this, like please don’t be cruel or endanger somebody’s income.

and it’s fine that people ignore me or block me, please do so if you feel uncomfortable with a stranger reaching out like this, but above all else i don’t want to get any of my friends in trouble or make people doubt the validity of their crowdfunds, i just want people to know these campaigns can be verified if you take a few minutes. like im truly sorry to bother people because i know scams go around all the time but if you care that much it is not generally extremely difficult to find out if something is a scam or if it is genuine. and in the worst case scenario if you’re unable to decide for certain, you can. just ignore. and block.

ok thanx bye

#mine #posts made moments before tumblr killed my blogs #but im back still campaigning hi.

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lveclouds · 1 year

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↬ pairing/characters: music major dokyeom x nursing major reader, other members will make appearances/be mentioned, some ocs

↬ genre/aus: fluff, heavy angst, college/university au, non idol au, established relationship, long distance relationship

↬ summary: in which dokyeom is always there for you, through the good, bad, and the ugly, even when you’re apart.

↬ rating(s): pg15, nc17 (see warnings)

↬ tw: heavy swearing, mentions of burnout/stress (brief), mentions of alcohol/mild intoxication (reader and the members get a bit tipsy), mentions of breakdowns (very, very brief), reader works in a hospital, dokyeom is also an absolute sweetheart (wbk), mentions of a long distance relationship (brief)

↬ wc: 6.2k

↬ note: hello loves! here is yet another seventeen college au fic :) i absolutely love writing these, and i hope you enjoy reading them <3 also, the title is from a song i’ve been obsessed with lately, and if you can guess what it is, i’ll give you a virtual hug hehe + i also really wanted to write a fluffy, cheesy fic about dorks (affectionate) in love to remind myself that i’m single :’) also, for a visualization of what dokyeom looks like in this fic, think excalibur dokyeom <3

↬ disclaimer(s): i am in no way an expert on medicine/nursing, so aspects of that in this fic may be inaccurate. also, i know nothing about italy, so i apologize for any inaccuracies.

the hospital was a flurry of activity, with nurses flitting about, attending to patients, the obnoxious shrill of the phone ringing every few seconds, no doubt a doctor calling to give yet another order, and patients speaking in low, hushed tones in the waiting room.

you were currently sitting at your small desk amongst the chaos, head throbbing as you typed out a care plan for a patient who had been hospitalized for a few days post surgery.

as soon you finished typing out the last set of instructions, you let out a deep sigh, slumping in your blue desk chair. the past few hours had been absolute hell, with a flurry of patients coming in and out of the hospital, along with a near-mishap with medication.

you felt your heart ache, the way it always did whenever dokyeom drifted to the forefront of your mind. the aforementioned male was currently studying abroad in italy, likely going to fancy restaurants and attending operas every night.

while you were thrilled that your boyfriend had gotten the opportunity to experience and enrich himself in italian culture, you wished that he were back in seoul, no more than a phone call or text away. it was absolute hell to be apart from him, for he was the person who kept you grounded and sane during the long clinical shifts you had throughout the semester.

dokyeom was always there, there to support and comfort you in any way he could. one day, during a particular long shift at the hospital, he had stopped by to bring you a bag full of sandwiches from the cafe on campus, insisting that you eat something before you passed out, knowing that you’d probably forget to eat at work.

then, dokyeom always listened, no matter what. you’d had a terrible habit of rambling and ranting whenever you were stressed or angry, and he would listen attentively, even if it was complete gibberish. he’d always lend you a shoulder to cry on, and was always there to gently wipe away your tears with a tissue or with the soft pad of his thumb, cerulean eyes soft.

you felt your face grow hot, and soon, you were a sobbing, shaking mess, burying your face into your hands, feeling as if your heart was about to crack entirely. it was pathetic, you supposed, to be crying over your boyfriend as if he’d broken up with you, but you couldn’t help it.

sniffling, you hastily wiped your tears away with the back of your hands, feeling utterly pathetic. “y/n, are you okay?” a gentle voice said from behind you. “i’m fine.” you mumbled, trying and failing to keep your voice steady.

you looked over your shoulder to see your best friend, astrid, lingering at the entrance to the nurse’s station, a deep frown etched on her gorgeous face. “you don’t look okay. besides, we’ve been friends for four years now, i can tell when you’re spiraling. what’s wrong?” astrid demanded, albeit gently.

you let out a shaky sigh. “you’ll think it’s stupid.” astrid rolled her eyes. “i bet i won’t. tell me.” before you could stop yourself, the words flooded out of you, and by the time you were done speaking, tears were rolling down your face once again. a beat of silence, and then, “oh, y/n.”

astrid crossed the distance between you in no time, pulling you into a hug, and you melted into her embrace, burying your face in the crook of her shoulder. astrid smelled like the perfume she always wore, amber and lavender, and it was almost comforting and familiar.

“it’s that boyfriend you’re always going on and on about, isn’t it?” you let out a small laugh. “y-yeah.” “do i need to kick his ass or slash his tires? did he cheat on you?” astrid demanded, and you chuckled, shaking your head resolutely. “n-no, he’s just studying abroad in italy, and i.. i just miss him.” “how long has it been since you last saw him?”

“t-three months.” you muttered, feeling your heart ache irrevocably, and felt astrid’s arms tighten around you. “are you able to talk to him at all?”

“n-no, i mean, w-we text and call sometimes, but with our clinical shifts and the time difference, it’s hard.” “how about this? as soon as this awful shift ends, let’s go to that stupidly expensive bar downtown and drink away our sorrows.” “y-yeah, i’d like that.”

italy was quickly becoming one of dokyeom’s favorite places in the world. the food was exquisite and the people were bright and welcoming, but it lacked one thing: his girlfriend.

god, he missed you, more than anything, and you were all he could think about as he attended operas at the teatro alla scalla in milan and teatro la fenice in venice, and while wandering the streets of sicily, admiring rounded balconies and flowery windowsills.

though his time in italy had been nothing short of amazing, having been able to attend many opera shows and enriching himself in the culture and cuisine, dokyeom was a bit homesick. he missed the serenity of his college campus and the sharpness and softness of his mother tongue.

most of all, dokyeom wished that you had gone with him to study abroad. he could imagine the look of awe and delight on your face as you’d take in the flowery windowsills and the noble palaces of sicily, and how you’d urge him to take pictures.

“you okay?” dokyeom snapped out of his mini trance, bringing himself back to reality. he was sitting at a corner table in la casa del caffe tazza d’oro with joshua, one of his friends that’d actually decided to study abroad with him, eyebrows drawn together in concern. “i’m fine, i just miss home. that’s all.”

joshua hummed in agreement, downing the rest of his coffee. “tell me about it. as much as italy has amazed me, i’m craving korean food.” “i also miss y/n.” dokyeom mumbled, hoping he wasn’t blushing as he took a bite of his croissant, feeling the powdered sugar dusted on top melt on his tongue.

joshua’s hazel eyes flashed with understanding. “i miss her too. she’d love it here.” he said wistfully, and dokyeom nodded, feeling his heart ache. i hope she’s eating enough and that she’s holding up okay. “what if we book the next flight out to korea tonight?” dokyeom nearly choked on his croissant.

“w-what?” he stammered, voice a bit hoarse. “we book a flight out to korea tonight. then, in just a few hours, you’ll be reunited with your lovely girlfriend and i can be back in the warmth and safety of my dorm.” joshua declared, hazel eyes bright.

“a-are we even allowed to do this?” dokyeom managed, and the former shrugged. “dunno, but the professors that came with us on this trip are probably too exhausted to care.” “i-i should text y/n then, tell her-” “no.” “w-what?” “surprise her!” joshua exclaimed. “w-would that be a good idea? i mean, she doesn’t really like-” “trust me, she’ll love it.”

dokyeom fought the urge to roll his eyes. “fine, but if she gets pissed at me for it, i’m blaming you.” “go ahead, but promise me, you’ll both thank me later.” “you’re a fucking menace, you know that?” joshua just gave him a smug smile. “sure do.”

that night, you and astrid were at the stupidly expensive bar that you’d discovered during your second year of nursing school, with astrid insisting on paying every time. you were on your second whiskey sour of the night, attempting to drown the stress of nursing school away with alcohol.

astrid had ordered one cocktail, and then had immediately asked for a glass of water, insisting on driving you back to your dorm. as you guzzled down the drink in your hand, you couldn’t help but wonder what dokyeom was doing right now. is he watching an opera show? or maybe he’s already cheated on me with some gorgeous italian model, and- no. what the hell, y/n? stop overthinking everything.

“the shift today was absolutely horrible.” you murmured into your glass, and astrid let out a noncommittal grunt in agreement. “tell me about it, the doctors were being extra naggy today. i mean, we’re not superhuman, we only attend to so many patients at a time.” the doctors at the hospital you worked at were notorious for scolding nurses for the smallest things.

worst of all, most of the doctors at the hospital were predominately male. “i hope they all die alone.” astrid grumbled as she took a sip of her water, crossing one long leg over the other. a comfortable silence fell around you, save for the amicable chatter and soft pop music blaring from the speakers.

“why have you never introduced me to your boyfriend?” astrid asked after a while, arching a perfectly shaped brow, and you felt your cheeks burn.

“is he ugly? does he have a weird fetish or something?” you snorted. “no, he’s not ugly, and no, he doesn’t have any weird fetishes, at least, not that i know of.” astrid fixed you with a thoughtful stare, dark hazel eyes like melted chocolate in the amber lighting of the bar.

“are you ashamed of him?” “w-what? no! i just.. it’s not that i don’t want to introduce him to you, i keep forgetting, i guess.” astrid didn’t look too convinced, but didn’t press further. “ok, but next time he’s in seoul, you better introduce him to me. i need to know if he’s treating you right.” “i will. and don’t worry, astrid, he treats me like royalty.”

a few hours later, you were curled up on your bed, hugging the penguin plushie that dokyeom had won for you at the campus fair last spring, trying and failing to sleep. it’d been exactly two hours since astrid had dropped you off at campus, and you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep.

you had gotten used to curling into his side at night, relishing in the warmth that radiated off his body, and feeling secure and safe in his strong arms, that the feeling of sleeping alone felt almost foreign.

sighing, you closed your eyes once more, trying to will your body to relax, to forget about the lack of warmth beside you, when you heard the front door open. your eyes snapped open. is someone breaking in?

your heart pounded wildly against your chest as you scrambled out of bed, grabbing the wooden baseball bat that dokyeom insisted you keep close by, and quietly tiptoed out of your room and down the hall, grip tightening on the bat in your hands.

you braced yourself for who you’d see in the living room. i really, really hope it’s not an axe murderer. the living room was dark, and yet, you could make out the outline of a figure, tall and broad shouldered, and your heart felt as if it could burst out of your chest at any moment. then, the living room lights flickered on, and you swore your heart stopped at who, exactly, stood a few feet away.

dokyeom was exhausted and extremely jet-lagged from the long flight and was eager to change into comfier clothes and crawl into bed next to you. he had been about to quietly walk to your room when the living room lights flickered on.

dokyeom froze and looked up to see you standing a few feet away, dark hair adorably mussed and clad in a large white shirt, his shirt, and black sweatpants, face bare of your usual makeup, and he thought you had never looked so gorgeous.

he also noticed the baseball bat in your hand, which nearly made him laugh, if it’d not been for the hopeful expression on your face “dokyeom? is that you?” his heart ached at the shakiness in your voice and how your eyes were shimmering with unshed tears.

“hi darling, did i wake you?” dokyeom couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth as he opened his arms slightly. “come here.” he mumbled, and you wasted no time, the baseball bat clanging to the floor with a loud thud, running across the carpeted floor and throwing yourself into his arms. dokyeom chuckled softly as you let out a choked sob, burying your face into the crook of his neck, hands bunching the soft fabric of his sweater.

“i missed you.” you blubbered, and dokyeom held you tighter, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. “i missed you too love, more than you know.” “h-how are you here?” “you can thank joshua hyung for that. he was the one who suggested we book the first flight back to seoul, and i’m sorry for not telling you, he wanted me to surprise you.”

“remind me to send him a gift basket and an obnoxiously large bouquet of flowers.” you mumbled, and dokyeom huffed a laugh. “i will, and, if anything, i think it’ll boost his already large ego.” that earned him a light smack on the arm. “don’t be rude, kyeom, joshua helped you get back to me, and that’s all that matters. though, you did scare the shit out of me. i thought someone had broken in.”

dokyeom felt his stomach churn with guilt. fuck, im such an idiot. of course you would be scared if you heard the front door open this late at night. “i’m so sorry for scaring you, i didn’t mean to. i just didn’t want to wake you up in case you were sleeping, and it obviously backfired.” you shook your head. “it’s fine, besides, i couldn’t sleep anyway.”

dokyeom frowned. “why not, love?” you murmured something incoherent, and he sighed, rubbing comforting circles on your back. “darling, you need to speak up, i can’t hear you.”

“it’s embarrassing and cheesy as shit. you don’t want to know the reason.” you muttered, and dokyeom could imagine the adorable blush that was likely spreading onto your face. “i think i do, actually. i would like to know why the love of my life hasn’t been able to sleep.” you groaned. “fine. icouldn’tsleepwithoutyou.”

this time, he didn’t fight the grin that spread across his face. “what was that, love? i didn’t quite catch that.” “i couldn’t sleep without you, okay? it’s stupid but i-” “it’s not.” dokyeom reassured you, carding a hand gently through your hair. he felt you melt at the gesture, body going pliant against his, letting out a soft yawn.

“someone’s tired.” dokyeom teased, and the grip on his sweater loosened as you pulled away enough to look up at him. “i had a long day at the hospital, and then my friend astrid and i went out for drinks afterward. and before you ask and act like a mother hen, i only had two drinks. astrid made sure of that.”

dokyeom made a mental note to thank your friend for getting you home safe. “i’m glad she stopped you, or else i would’ve been extremely worried.” you rolled your eyes half-heartedly. “you absolute mother hen, i can take care of myself.” he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your mouth.

“i know, but as your boyfriend, i am contractually allowed to worry about you.” “ok, enough talking, can we please go to bed? i am fucking exhausted.” dokyeom laughed, reaching out and flicking your nose gently. “ok, but only because i know you need your beauty sleep.” that earned him a scowl.

“you may have just gotten home from a long trip, but don’t think i won’t hesitate to let you sleep on the couch.” you said sweetly, and dokyeom bit back an amused laugh. “ok, ok, fine, i’ll stop.” “good.”

then, before you could pull away completely, dokyeom lifted you into his arms, causing you to yelp in surprise, wounding your arms around his neck. “asshole! you could’ve warned me. also, you don’t need to carry me, i am perfectly capable of walking on my own. besides, i’m probably heavy.”

dokyeom shook his head. “first, where is the fun in that? second, i know that you are, but i wanted to carry you. and third, you are as light as a feather. also, have i told you that you look gorgeous in my shirts?” color crept onto your cheeks. “prick.” you groused, and dokyeom laughed. “i love you too.”

getting up for your clinical shift the following morning was the hardest thing you’d ever done. it’d been extremely hard to leave your bed and dokyeom’s warm embrace, but you’d managed. barely.

dokyeom had spent at least fifteen minutes trying to convince you to not to go, looking up at you with a forlorn expression that you were an absolute goner for, and yet you still managed to wiggle out of his arms and head to the bathroom to get ready.

having your boyfriend home after three months apart was an absolute dream, and it’d been an absolute struggle to not jump back in bed, especially after seeing dokyeom’s adorable bedhead, peeking out from underneath the thick comforter.

you left him with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to eat whenever you got time during your shift, and went to your clinical shift, feeling lighter than you had in months. astrid noticed that you were unusually cheery, and of course, demanded to know what had happened overnight that had made you so happy.

you quickly informed her that your boyfriend had come home from italy late last night, and astrid had smiled, caramel eyes glittering with mirth.

“no wonder you’re so cheerful this morning!” she’d exclaimed, swatting at your arm playfully. “you asshole, you should’ve told me that he came home, i would’ve covered for you.” “i would never throw you to the wolves like that. besides, spending time with my boyfriend can wait.”

surprisingly, the morning had been relatively uneventful, with you and astrid attending to only ten patients with mild problems, and by the time the afternoon rolled around, you were almost bored. the hospital wasn’t swamped for once, and the hours seemed to trickle by slowly.

you and astrid were sitting idly at the nurses’ station, with the latter demanding to see a picture of dokyeom, and you were about to show her a selfie he’d sent you a while ago, when a quiet hush fell over the nurses’ station, and you looked up to see dokyeom strolling in through the visitors’ entrance, holding a cup of coffee and a brown paper bag, no doubt filled with pastries.

astrid nudged you in the ribs with her elbow. “is that the boyfriend that you always go on and on about? he’s gorgeous!” she whispered, and you nodded, unable to keep the blush from forming onto your cheeks.

dokyeom, who had probably just gotten out of bed, looked as if he’d just come straight from a photoshoot with vogue, clad in khaki pants that clung perfectly to his lithe figure, white sneakers, a light blue button up with a navy blue sweater vest thrown on top of it, raven hair adorably mussed.

you also noticed that he was wearing black glasses, perched atop his nose, making him look like a young professor. and god, you couldn’t believe that this man was yours. even in the fluorescent lighting, dokyeom still looked breathtakingly gorgeous, dark, curly hair falling over chiseled cheekbones, cerulean eyes near glowing.

“dokyeom!” you called out, ignoring the whispers of the other nurses behind you. aforementioned male turned, and as soon as his gaze landed on you, his face broke out into that gorgeous, charming smile you absolutely adored, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“hi love! i brought you some pastries from the cafe on campus. and since i know you’re going to be here for a while, i may have gone a bit.. overboard.” he said sheepishly, placing the large paper bag and coffee he’d been carrying on the counter.

you beamed up at him once you inspected the contents, heart swelling impossibly in your chest that he remembered that you adored the cafe’s blueberry muffins, and he’d gotten you at least four of them.

not caring who was watching, you leaned across the counter of the nurse’s station and kissed dokyeom’s cheek, which caused the tips of his ears to turn red. “y-y/n, we’re in public! you can’t just kiss me out of the blue like that!” he hissed, color creeping onto his cheeks.

“you do it to me all the time, so take it as payback.” you said simply, reaching for the cup of coffee and taking a light sip. dokyeom’s blush grew deeper as he realized that astrid and your fellow coworkers were watching him intently. you let out an amused laugh.

“guys, don’t scare him off, please.” astrid simply rolled her eyes, while your other coworkers simply fidgeted nervously in their seats. “astrid, meet dokyeom. dokyeom, meet astrid, my best friend and the bane of my existence.” you teased, chuckling at your friend’s scowl.

“nice to finally meet the guy that y/n’s been raving about.” astrid said cooly, sticking her hand out for dokyeom to shake. your boyfriend smiled, inclining his head in a small bow as he shook her hand. “nice to meet you too, y/n’s told me all about you.” astrid grinned. “good things, i hope.”

dokyeom chuckled. “of course.” “thank you for the pastries, do you mind if i share them?” “no, not at all. just make sure to eat, okay? i don’t want you to pass out during your shift.” your heart swelled impossibly, and you leaned across the counter, kissing dokyeom softly.

“i will, i promise. i’ll see you later, love you.” dokyeom smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners. “love you too.” with a small wave and a wink, he was gone, and you reached into the paper bag for a pastry, pulling out a blueberry muffin and taking a small bite.

your gaze shifted to astrid, who was looking at you in disbelief. “what?” “i cannot believe you didn’t introduce me to your boyfriend sooner! he’s the sweetest guy you’ve ever dated, and by the way he looks at you, i can tell that’s utterly besotted. i can see a marriage proposal in your future.”

you nearly choked on your muffin at astrid’s bold declaration. “w-we haven’t even talked about that yet. and we haven’t been together that long, there’s no way he’s-” “trust me, dokyeom’s contemplating marriage. i bet he already has a ring hidden away somewhere.” astrid said, winking playfully, and you felt your cheeks burn.

“d-don’t be ridiculous astrid.” your friend just shrugged, her sleek black bob shifting with the movement. “you’ll thank me later.” you rolled your eyes, taking a light sip of your coffee.

“y/n, can i ask you something?” a voice said from behind you, and you startled, glancing over your shoulder to see one of the new interns, rachel, leaning against her desk chair, lean arms crossed over her chest.

“sure, what is it?” you asked, trying to keep your voice as polite as possible. rachel had never particularly liked you, even though you had been nothing but friendly and forthcoming towards her. astrid insisted that it was because rachel was merely jealous, but you had your suspicions that she just really had a deep hatred for you.

“was that your boyfriend who dropped by?” before you could reply, astrid cut in. “yes, yes it was, what about it, rachel? jealous that y/n has someone to come home to you and you don’t?” rachel scowled, dark eyes blazing.

you cut astrid a glare. cut it out, be nice. astrid’s answering glare was defiant. hell no. “i’m sorry about her,” you began, ignoring your friend’s squawk of protest. “she’s uhm, protective.” rachel rolled her eyes at that. “whatever, all i wanted to know was who that guy was, and now that i know, i can go back to pretending you two don’t exist.”

astrid clapped her hands in mock excitement. “oh goody! y/n and i will do the same! oh, you know what, we’ll do you a favor and rat you out to the higher ups for being a stuck up bitch. better yet, you’ll be so traumatized by it that you’ll never come back and we don’t have to see your hideous face ever again.” “

astrid let out a gasp, hand flying to her mouth in mock surprise. “oh, i’m sorry, did i say that out loud?” despite yourself, you bit back laughter at the way rachel’s nostrils were flaring and how her face was as red as a tomato.

huffing, rachel turned on her heel and stormed out of the room. “you’re the absolute worst.” you giggled, giving astrid’s shoulder a light shove. your friend’s smile was nothing short of smug. “all in a day’s work.”

the rest of your shift was uneventful, with very few patients coming in to the hospital, and doctors seemingly too preoccupied with paperwork or something else to demand nurses be on alert for any emergencies.

“so, i was wondering, would you and your boyfriend be willing to get dinner with me tonight? i think i need to interrogate him a little.” astrid asked as you walked out of the hospital, the cool night air washing over you.

“astrid, the last time you did that, the poor guy was scared out of his wits.” your friend rolled her eyes. “that was one time, and besides, that guy was a piece of shit anyway.” you let out an resigned sigh. “well, you are not wrong about that. also, weren’t you the one who set the date up in the first place?” astrid groaned. “don’t remind me, it was my first and last mistake.”

you had gone out on a date with a guy a few years ago that astrid knew through a mutual friend, and he seemed decent enough, at least, from what astrid had said. in the end, the guy had turned out to be an egotistical and narcissistic piece of shit (astrid’s words), and you were extremely relieved that he did lost interest and decidedly did not ask for a second date.

“i’ll call dokyeom once we’re in the car, ask him if he wants to grab dinner with us. though, i vaguely remember him mentioning a while ago that he wanted to see his friends once he got back from italy.” astrid hummed thoughtfully. “well, if anything, i would love to meet his friends.”

you arched a brow, and color crept onto astrid’s cheeks. “it’s not what you think, okay? i just want to meet some new people, that’s all.” “sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” that earned you a light shove to the shoulder. “i hate you.”

dokyeom hid an amused smile as hoshi’s head fell onto joshua’s shoulder, clearly shit-faced, pale cheeks red from the bottle of soju he’d drank minutes ago. to his credit, joshua didn’t seem to mind, as he continued to converse with vernon, hazel eyes glittering with mirth.

of all his friends, hoshi had the lowest alcohol tolerance, and dokyeom would be lying if the sight of his friend pouting and muttering incoherent words under his breath wasn’t the least bit amusing. the bar, which was about a ten minute commute from campus, had become their usual place to hang out on weekends, especially when there were no classes.

soft pop music was blaring through the bar’s speakers, and dokyeom could barely hear it above the cacophony of the amicable chatter occurring around him, both from other patrons and his friends. across from him, mingyu, the tallest of his friends, was deep in conversation with wonwoo, the latter the picture of quiet calm as he took occasional slips of the beer he’d been nursing for the past hour or so.

seungkwan semed to ranting about something or other, gesturing exuberantly with his hands, while seungcheol simply listened, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. jun and minghao were talking in their native chinese, rapid conversation filling the air.

woozi was slumped on minghao’s left, sipping quietly on the glass of whiskey he’d insisted on ordering, the picture of boredom, though dokyeom knew that he was listening intently to the conversations happening around him. on jun’s right, dino was laughing at something seungkwan was saying, cheeks flushed with red.

you and astrid were giggling about something next to him, downing tequila shots as if they were water. dokyeom internally winced as you knocked back another shot, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, cheeks flushed red.

despite your drunken state and his worry of your terrible hangover the next morning, dokyeom felt his heart warm impossibly.

you were breathtakingly gorgeous, hair tied back into a messy bun atop your head, stray strands falling across your forehead, cheeks flushed from the alcohol you’d consumed, dark eyes glittering with mirth.

you had an effortless, casual beauty that had captivated dokyeom from the minute dokyeom had laid eyes on you on that fateful summer orientation day sophomore year, where students were gathered on the campus grounds, chatting animatedly amongst themselves.

dokyeom had been standing with mingyu on the far left side of the sprawling lawn of their campus, the latter leaning against a tall pine tree, muscular arms crossed over his chest, humming softly to himself. he had allowed his gaze to wander, and felt his breath catch in his throat.

standing just a few feet away, talking animatedly with a tall, slender female with a sleek bob, was easily the most gorgeous female he’d ever seen. there was a casual confidence to you, and dokyeom felt entranced by it.

the mid-afternoon sun bathed you in golden light, turning your dark hair to a caramel brown, and dokyeom swore his pulse quickened at the sight. “go talk to her.” mingyu’s deep voice snapped him out of his trance, and he felt his cheeks burn with shame. “d-don’t be ridiculous, gyu, there’s no way i could ever talk to-”

“y/n!” mingyu called, waving excitedly, and dokyeom just gaped at his friend, feeling utterly betrayed. to his horror, the gorgeous female turned at the sound of mingyu’s deep, loud voice, and the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth was nothing short of captivating.

the gorgeous female bounded over to them, eyes bright with recognition as she glanced at mingyu. “hey, mingyu, it’s been too long! how was your summer?” dokyeom could only stare at his friend in disbelief as he rattled on about the three weeks he’d spent in jeju with his family. “oh, this is my friend, dokyeom. he’s a second year music major.”

the gorgeous female’s gaze had shifted slightly over to him, and dokyeom swore he felt his heart stop. “h-hi. nice to meet you.” he stammered, cheeks burning, and pointedly ignored mingyu’s not-so-subtle smirk. “nice to meet you. dokyeom, right? mingyu’s told me all about you.” she grinned, and dokyeom felt his cheeks burn.

“good things, i hope.” dokyeom managed, and the gorgeous female let out a laugh that sent a shiver down his spine. “i’m y/n, by the way.” y/n. it suits her. it turned out that you had met mingyu at a party last semester, and the two of you had become close friends. “he was drunk off his ass and kept rambling about how you keep bullying him all the time.” dokyeom had scoffed. “i do not, that’s all in his head.”

mingyu had simply rolled his eyes. “sure, whatever helps you sleep at night, i suppose.” you had all but laughed at their petty argument, and dokyeom knew he had fallen, hook, line, and sinker.

“kyeom? are you okay?” dokyeom snapped out of his trance and looked over to see a frown etched on your gorgeous features, despite your drunken state. “i’m fine love, just thinking about the first time we met.” he said, shaking his head softly, reaching over to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

astrid turned towards dokyeom then, fixing him with a stern look. “dokyeom, do you mind if i ask you a few questions?” he felt his shoulders tense, but managed a small nod. “don’t scare him off please.” you hissed, nudging astrid softly in the ribs with your elbow.

the aforementioned female ignored you. “so, dokyeom, what are your intentions with my best friend?” dokyeom paled slightly. “w-what?” astrid let out an impatient sigh. “when are you planning to propose to her?”

“i-we’ve never really discussed marriage, i mean, we’ve only been dating for two years.” astrid scoffed. “so? it never hurts to plan ahead you know. and you don’t have to get married right away, you know, there’s always engagement.” “astrid-” you began, but the aforementioned female cut you off, shooting you a pointed glare.

“w-well, i have thought about it, proposing to her, i mean, but i was scared to bring it up, i mean we haven’t been dating for that long. i didn’t want to make it seem like i was pressuring her. besides, she already has a lot on her plate, and the last thing i wanted was to add more stress to her life.” dokyeom admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“you should just pop the question now, you know, before i decide to steal her from you.” mingyu cut in, light green eyes sparkling with mischief, and dokyeom snorted.

“don’t even think about it.” the former gave a casual shrug, giving you a playful wink. “i’m just a phone call away if dokyeom breaks your heart.” mingyu said to you, and dokyeom swore you looked like you were holding back a laugh. “i appreciate the offer.” you joked, and dokyeom had never wanted to strangle mingyu more for the smug smirk he sent his way.

“i want to propose, but i just haven’t found the right time, i guess.” dokyeom amended, and astrid nodded. “totally understandable. also, sorry for interrogating you on the spot like that. what i wanted to say was that i really like you, dokyeom, and i can tell that you absolutely adore my best friend. she deserves to be spoiled. also, if you break your heart, i will kick your ass, understood?”

dokyeom paled slightly. “u-understood.” astrid smiled, seemingly satisfied as she knocked back another shot of tequila. “glad we could come to an agreement.” once astrid was occupied with debating with seungkwan about something, he felt a slight tug on the sleeve of his shirt.

he turned to see you looking at him with unshed tears in your eyes. “did you mean it?” you asked, voice hesitant and barely audible over the capochony of the loud and obnoxious laughter of his friends. dokyeom swore his heart nearly melted. “yes, i really do want to marry you one day.”

dokyeom noticed your lower lip quiver, a telltale sign you were about to sob uncontrollably, and panic immediately set in. “love, don’t cry.” he whispered, reaching out and gently wiping away a tear that had managed to escape with the pad of his thumb.

“i love you.” you sobbed, and practically threw yourself into his arms. dokyeom immediately wrapped his arms around you, rubbing soothing circles onto your back. “i’m sorry for turning into a sappy, sobby mess when we’re supposed to be having fun.” you mumbled into his neck, and dokyeom couldn’t help the amused chuckle that spilled from his lips.

“it’s okay, love, i’ll always be here for you, remember? even if you’re getting snot and tears all over my favorite shirt.” “i hate you.” you mumbled. dokyeom laughed, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “i love you too.”

a/n: no bc wtf was that ending ugh i can’t write fic endings to save my life apparently :’) anyways i hope you all enjoyed this fluffy fic, because i have another svt fic in the works that is basically pure angst soooo be prepared for that kfsjjljdklf but seriously i adore you all and to those that read my mediocre fics, i love y’all :((( anyways i also have another dokyeom fic in the works, and he’s a prince in that fic hehe

ok bye my loves, its almost one a.m. so i need to sleep lmao till next time <3 also sorry for the inconsistency, ya girl’s a struggling nursing major who has little free time ahaha :)

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