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I posted 1,328 times in 2022

That's 179 more posts than 2021!

89 posts created (7%)

1,239 posts reblogged (93%)

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Longest Tag: 83 characters

#i also just received a really long comment on why the first chapter of my fic sucks

My Top Posts in 2022:

Happy birthday @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm !!! 🎉🥳🎂

Here's a little something for you, because you're wonderful and your beautiful art brightens up my days. 600 words on soulmates, rated T.

"Do you believe in soulmates?" Draco asks, and Harry's reply doesn't come as a surprise, not really.

"Absolutely not," Harry declares without turning. He stirs the pasta sauce and smacks his lips in satisfaction after tasting it.

Draco can see the explosion of colours in the sky from the kitchen window. His tiny kitchen feels warm and cosy, and his heart flutters like a little bird when Harry turns to smile at him. Merlin, Draco loves this man so much that sometimes it feels like his heart can't possibly contain all the feelings he has for him.

"How come?" Draco insists, because he loves hearing about Harry's opinion on pretty much anything.

"I believe we make our own destiny," Harry says, grabbing a few leaves from Draco's basil plant and chucking them into the sauce. "I don't think magic or predestination have anything to do with love."

It reminds Draco of that thing he read in a Muggle library, about Homo faber suae quisque fortunae. Every man is the artisan of his own destiny.

"What about prophecies?" Draco asks.

Harry snorts, grabbing a pan from the drying rack and filling it with tap water.

He looks absolutely gorgeous in Draco's kitchen, as if he belonged in his miniature Muggle flat with all the pot plants and the colourful rugs Draco bought at Camden Market.

"I believe you make of them what you want," Harry replies.

Draco doesn't tell him about the prophecy that was made about him when he was born. That an old witch predicted Draco would lose everything, only to gain one thing that would be more important than all the rest. Draco knows with every fibre of his being that the prophecy meant Harry, but he doesn't say it.

He strokes the warm fur of the cat asleep on his lap instead, and Oatmilk purrs in contentment. Draco stretches his legs under the table, and Vanilla plays with the red pompoms of his slippers, her paw touching them carefully and making Draco smile.

"So you don't believe that people are meant to find each other?" Draco murmurs, but what he actually wants to ask is if Harry doesn't believe they're destined to be together.

"We choose who we want to be with," Harry insists, turning to look him straight in the eyes. His gaze is so intense that Draco feels a flush colouring his own cheeks. "I chose you, Draco. And I choose to be with you every day of my life."

"Hmm," Draco mumbles, because he's this close to saying those three little words he's never said to anyone. They've never felt as real as they feel now with Harry.

He imagines a red thread connecting his little finger to Harry's, linking them by destiny or love or whatever biggest force rules the universe.

"Draco, we're together because we are…" Harry starts, his face turning crimson, and Draco is worried he might say something dreadful like sexually compatible or shagging like rabbits all the time, but Harry moves closer, interlacing their fingers together and bringing Draco's hand to his lips to kiss it tenderly. "We are…I mean, at least I am…I didn't mean to presume - Merlin's pants on fire, why is this so bloody hard?"

Draco stares at him, his eyes widening in understanding as Harry's ears turn red.

"I love you," Draco says softly. "So much."

Harry's smile blooms on his face, making his eyes crinkle at the corners and his eyes shine so bright.

"I love you too," he says before leaning closer for a kiss that tastes like basil and sunsets and love.

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Written for @drarrymicrofic with the prompt "shock".

"I used to miss you over the summer," Draco says, a whisper in the darkness.

Harry sits up in bed, opening the curtains of his four-poster bed to reveal Draco's prone body, a slither of moonlight illuminating his scarred face and neck. He's staring at the ceiling, avoiding Harry's burning gaze.

"Come again?" Harry blurts out, his mouth suddenly dry.

He must have misheard.

His body is still thrumming with the feeling of Draco's warm skin against his. His lips tingle at the memory of Draco's soft mouth and desperate gasps when they kissed a mere hour ago.

It was all so sudden and unexpected, and Harry's still so confused. He doesn't know what to make of the storm in his stomach and the overwhelming need to cross the room and kiss Draco again, all over his body this time, tracing every inch of that milky white skin with his lips.

"I used to miss you," Draco murmurs, "all day, every day. The Manor was hot, and Father used to give me tasks to do, books to read, lessons on etiquette, but all I could do was think about you, wondering where you were and what you were doing."

There's a moment of silence that stretches for longer than Harry thinks possible.

"Really?" he asks, dumbfounded, because Draco must be joking. Maybe the kiss was a joke too, Harry thinks with a lump in his throat. Maybe it's all just a prank.

"You would be so skinny come September," Draco remembers, and Harry closes his eyes, trying to push back the memories of an empty stomach and an even emptier heart. "I would lie in my bed and wonder if you were eating enough, if you were on secret missions with Dumbledore and you couldn't find any food."

"My Muggle relatives never gave me enough to eat," Harry confesses, and he doesn't know why he feels so embarrassed admitting it. He's past thinking it was his fault, but it still feels so wrong.

"Oh," Draco breathes out, finally turning around to stare at Harry, his eyes big in the dimly lit room.

"C'mere," Harry mutters, and for a moment he thinks Draco will tell him to fuck off, but then he's getting up, moving fast and falling into Harry's arms as if he belonged there, face buried in the crook of Harry's neck.

"You smell nice," he says, words muffled against Harry's skin.

"I…" Harry starts, swallowing loudly. "I used to miss you too. Everything felt so empty without school, without my friends, without…your eyes searching for mine across the Great Hall."

"Yes," Draco confirms. "And no one was following me around."

Harry chuckles, pressing a tentative kiss on Draco's forehead.

"Attention seeking brat," he murmurs fondly.

"I'm just a fool in love," Draco replies.

327 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

Written for @drarrymicrofic with the prompts "rumor" and "pink".

"Mildred, look!" a woman says. "It's him again, on the cover of Witch Weekly. Isn't he gorgeous?"

"He's so hot," her friend replies wistfully, and Draco tries extremely hard not to roll his eyes, but it's the thirtieth wix to make inappropriate comments about that stolen photo of Harry in his swimming trunks this week.

Draco readjusts the glasses on his nose and keeps on arranging books for the display on queer wizarding literature. He's wearing horn-rimmed glasses today, black on the outside and pink on the inside. He would have never gone for that colour, fearing people's reactions, but Harry said they looked good on him, that he could get a matching pair, red on the inside. And Draco had to agree, because he's become a bloody softie.

"I bet he's on a secret Auror mission," the woman named Mildred says with a sigh. "He said he left the Forces a year ago, but I didn't believe him."

"I heard a rumour that he's working with the Unspeakables," her friend murmurs.

Draco doesn't tell them that Harry spends his days tending to the garden, baking bread and cakes for Draco and reading on the sofa.

"Have you heard about his most recent love affair?" Mildred asks. "His new flame is a beautiful blonde witch apparently."

Draco clears his throat and frowns. He wouldn't call himself a new flame. They've been married for five years. And he's certainly not a witch, for Merlin's sake, but it's not like he's going to tell them.

"I bet he's a stallion in bed," one of the witches whispers. "Rumour has it that he can go on for hours."

Draco doesn't say that sometimes Harry doesn't feel like having sex for weeks, but that he's always up for a cuddle.

He doesn't say that he spends his days waiting for Draco to come home from work, and then his smile is so radiant when Draco Apparates that it still makes Draco's stomach do an odd little backflip.

He doesn't tell them that they're happy together, in spite of their past and their nightmares.

That Harry loves him more than Draco thought anyone ever could.

He stands in front of them, smiles politely and asks, "Are you going to pay for that magazine now that you've drooled all over it? I would like to close the shop and go home to my lovely husband."

"I bet he's an ugly wanker like him," Mildred hisses as she leaves the shop.

Draco can't help but laugh.

409 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

Written for @drarrymicrofic with the prompt “fool”.

Draco has never been kissed.

He’s twenty-fucking-two and has never been kissed.

And yes, it's probably foolish of him to hope it might happen this evening, at Madam Malkin's Grand Reopening Gala, but Potter looks like a walking wet dream in those shimmering blue robes Draco picked and tailored for him.

"Eyes up here, darling," Pandy reminds him.

Easy for her to say - her lipstick's all smeared after Ginevra snogged her silly in the restroom earlier.

"You could simply ask him to dance, you know?" Blaise drawls, sipping on his drink, but Draco huffs in irritation.

Because he's twenty-two, gay as a rainbow, stupidly in love with Harry Potter and has never been kissed.

And why would Potter even consider dancing with him, let alone kiss him?

"I'm off," he declares, summoning his cloak and ignoring his friends’ dramatic eye rolls.

He has nearly made it to the Floo when a hand wraps around his elbow.

“Malfoy, wait!” Potter calls, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red when Draco turns around and gapes at him. “I mean…hi, how are you? Fancy s-seeing you here…”

“At my employer’s party?” Draco asks, confused. “She kind of forced me to come.”

“So I heard,” Potter says, then clears his voice, looking even more embarrassed. “Thanks for picking these robes for me. People keep on saying that I look great.”

“I’m sure that’s just because of you. Nothing to do with the robes,” Draco points out, then feels like an utter idiot for saying that out loud.

“No, no,” Potter insists, shaking his head. “I always find wizarding robes uncomfortable and stiff, and Hermione says I walk like a robot penguin, but these…they feel amazing!”

Draco smiles despite himself, proud of the work he’s done. He cast every softening spell under the sun on those robes, eager to make them perfect for Potter.

“I’m glad you like them,” he replies, tilting his head to better appreciate the way they hug Potter’s marvellous figure.

“There’s only one…err…problem,” Potter mumbles, torturing his curls with his fingers and suddenly staring at his feet. “I don’t…I have no idea how to take them off…”

“Oh,” Draco breathes out.

“So, if you could…maybe…” Potter says, moving his hands in the air in a sort of panicky wave. “Show me, you know.”

“Oh.” Draco murmurs, feeling his cheeks on fire, the blush probably spreading to his ears and neck. “Sure.”

“Great!” Potter exclaims, so loudly that a few heads turn in their direction.

Draco barely has the time to register Pansy’s evil grin and Blaise’s thumbs up when Potter grabs his wrist and side-alongs them to a cluttered bedroom decorated in Gryffindor colours.

Potter’s bedroom.

Fuck.

Draco takes a deep breath and tries to remind himself that he needs to stay professional.

Potter just needs help getting out of his robes, nothing weird about that. He grew up as a Muggle, and he doesn’t normally wear intricate formal robes, as he told Draco himself during the fitting.

Deep breath.

Potter stands in front of him, eyes so green behind the lenses of his glasses, his lips slightly parted and his skin smelling of oranges and cinnamon and something that makes Draco’s head spin madly.

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My #1 post of 2022

Written for @drarrymicrofic with the prompt "teamwork".

A 5+1 of Draco looking for a new flat.

This is rated M.

“Here's the bedroom,” the lady says, pointing at a single bed and a tiny bookshelf.

Luna hums, tilting her head, and Draco’s eyebrow automatically goes up.

“House rules are simple,” the woman adds, “no meat, no loud music and absolutely no pets."

"Sounds reasonable," Draco comments, wondering what it's going to be like to become vegetarian.

“You can’t have any people over,” the lady says sternly.

"But what about Harry?" Luna asks, looking heartbroken. "He's going to be so sad without you."

"No boyfriends!" the woman shouts, looking outraged, and Draco's lips curl up viciously, ready to give her a piece of his mind.

"Tell you what," Luna says later at the café, "you should just move in with Harry. He's always saying how he's lonely and loves spending time with you."

~ . ~

"This is…" Draco mumbles, trying to find something positive to say about the house they're visiting. Anything positive.

"Utter shit," Weasley comments.

"Rather unsanitary," Hermione says at the same time, elbowing her boyfriend.

"I just don't understand why you don't want to ask Harry," Weasley says, lifting a newspaper with the tip of his fingers and yelping when something scurries away from under it.

"Harry would love to have you at Grimmauld," Hermione insists, casting a cleaning charm so strong that it makes Draco's teeth rattle.

"And he's got a million rooms," Weasley adds. "Much better than this."

~ . ~

"The rent is 700 pounds per month," the man declares. Draco swallows loudly, shaking his head.

"For this shithole you call a flat?" Pansy argues, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "You've got to be kidding me!"

"At least it was clean," Draco mumbles later, accepting the cup of tea Blaise offers him.

"You wouldn't have been able to afford it," Blaise points out.

"You should just move in with Potter," Pansy says, studying him with her sharp gaze. "The sexual tension between you two is insane. Imagine the mind-blowing sex you could have."

"Shut up, Pansy. Pass me a biscuit, will you?"

~ . ~

"Darling you could always move back to the Manor," his mother says, her delicate fingers brushing against a rose before she prunes it mercilessly. "Your father is finally going to be released from Azkaban."

"Merlin save me…" Draco breathes out, shaking his head.

"Aren't you on friendly terms with the Potter boy?" Narcissa asks, eyeing him slyly. "You could always ask him."

"Farewell, Mother!"

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The Sound of Your Footsteps (Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my entry to @mrsalwayswrite 350 Celebration Challenge. Congrats again, love ♥️🌻♥️

Sense: Hearing - Prompt: Footsteps

The reader is blind. I'm not visually impaired. I did a lot of Google research on living with blindness, but I'm sure I still got things wrong. Sorry about that, and please, just know I tried my best.

@geekandbooknerd, thanks for beta reading this for me 💖 You're fantastic 🤩

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Summary: Ivar wonders about the reader's eyesight. When he asks her about it, she has no choice but to answer him.

Warnings: soft, soft Ivar; blindness; possible inaccuracies.

Words: 2430

Crutch – right foot – left foot – crutch – right foot – left foot – crutch – right...

You remember like it was yesterday the first time you heard his footsteps. You've never been so scared. In the great hall of your father, Jarl Henriksson, you were just a frightened bride-to-be – actually you were still a child – promised to a prince you'd never met but whose reputation you knew. So much has changed since then. The thought makes you smile, and as often, gratefulness is flooding your mind as you silently thank the gods. For all Ivar's flaws, you couldn't have asked for a better husband.

You're not surprised when the door cracks open and, sitting upright on the bed, you look up, a beaming smile adorning your face.

"What are you smiling about, Y/N, uh?" His voice is soft, as it always is when it's you he's talking to.

As he crosses the poorly lit room, you struggle to follow him with your gaze, squinting, pressing your lips together, and forgetting to answer him. It doesn't matter, though, since Ivar seemingly stops all of sudden – no more footsteps, no more thud of his crutch.

His question comes out of the blue, your husband catching you off guard. "Can you see me at all?" He asks pointedly, but the concern in his voice is obvious and you can hear him frowning.

Your heart sinks. You know you should have told him, it just never seemed like the right time. Now, there's no way you can dodge the issue.

Closing your eyes for a brief moment, you decide to answer his question with a question. It's pointless, undoubtedly, but it could buy you some time. "Why are you asking, Ivar?"

"Why am I asking? What do you think, my love?" You startle when he stabs the wooden floor with his crutch before taking a step. "Maybe," his voice sounds closer now, "because you haven't said a word even though my face is covered in blood. Shouldn't you be concerned about my well-being?"

Dumbstruck, open-mouthed, you squint once again, harder, desperate, but to no avail, to make out more than the shadow figure of the man – your husband – now standing in front of you.

"Iv..." You stutter, "Iv..." Squeezing your eyes shut, you struggle to hold back the tears that are threatening to escape. "What... What happ... happened?" You finally manage to say.

"Y/N," Ivar utters a long, tired sigh, "there's no blood on my face. You can't tell, can you?"

Realizing that you got played, you furrow your brow. You want to be mad at him, a slight feeling of betrayal making you uncomfortable, but you know you can't. After all, you betrayed him first, by not telling him.

"Ivar..." You just whisper, looking up and giving him a sheepish half-smile.

A hand lightly brushes yours and then the bed sinks as Ivar sits himself to your right. Wrapping his fingers around your hand, his thumb gently strokes your wrist as he sighs once more. "I'm sorry for tricking you, my love..." You’re sure he is - you know he is.

"The truth is, Y/N," another sigh, "I've been wondering for some time now about your sight. It's subtle but, you seem more clumsy than usual, and your movements are slower, more careful. And you don't really make eye contact anymore. So..." You can feel a finger on your chin and then Ivar turns your face. You know without a doubt that he's giving you one of those piercing stares that seem to see directly into your soul. "Tell me, can you see me at all?"

As much as you'd like to, you know there's no turning back now. Your shoulders sag. "Not..." You wince at your shaking voice, and so you clear your throat, gathering your courage. "Not exactly."

"Not exactly?" He repeats your words incredulously. "What does that mean, huh?"

Embarrassed, you just shrug and Ivar insists as he places his other hand on your knee. "What can you see, my love?"

He may be close, his face a few inches from yours, but you can hardly see anything. Sure, you can tell there's someone in front of you; and if you didn't know it was him, you could probably tell it's a man just by their build; but that's it. No details, no features,...

Inhaling deeply, you grab his hand resting on your knee, squeezing it tightly. "Not much." As he keeps quiet, you know Ivar is waiting for more details. So, you give him a sorry smile and eventually take a steady breath before admitting the truth. "Mostly shapes and shadows. And light." As if to make your point, you turn your gaze towards the fireplace, your landmark whenever you are in the room at night, deprived of daylight.

Next to you, Ivar gasps – a rare occurrence. "And that's why you put more and more candles everywhere, right?" You feel the movement of his arm more than you see it as he surely gestures towards the candles that are scattered around your shared bedchamber.

Feeling his intense gaze on you, you nod, knowing he can see it. "Yes, it... helps."

"Why?" Ivar's voice sounds broken and you can hardly bear it. "Why didn't you tell me, Y/N?"

"Why should I have, Ivar?" You ask without malice, barely seeing – no pun intended – where the problem is. "My sight and my eyes are not that important, you know? We never talk about your legs either."

"It isn't the same." Ivar retorts with a pinch of irritation and then heaves a sigh. "My legs are... what they are. They never change. The pain may come and go, but my condition is still the same. But you... Your eyes, my love... Your sight has deteriorated to the point where you can barely see, and you haven't said anything. You didn't have to face this alone, Y/N. I'm asking you again, why didn't you tell me?"

If you're being honest, you don't know exactly why. When your vision began to blur several winters ago, you abruptly found out that you had inherited your mother's condition, who had gone completely blind even before you married Ivar. At that time, you were still able to see quite properly, but you had told him, of course. Then... Then it had been a very slow progression, which had allowed you to adjust gradually, almost without noticing it, until one day, a few moons ago, you had realized that what you were seeing was just a big nothing made of various shades of grey.

You're not going to lie, not being able to see is often frustrating and sometimes even scary, but actually, it's not as hard as you thought it would be. That's why, as you just said to Ivar, it's not that important.

You shrug, an embarrassed smile playing on your lips, before tilting your head downward. "I... I don't know..." You eventually admit as Ivar scoots closer, his breath now on your face. "But I wasn't alone, my love. You were always with me. Your love gave and still does, gives me strength. Besides, my being unable to see isn't Ragnarok, you know. It's at most a little bump in the road of my life."

Right next to you, Ivar hisses and you know he wants to object, but he won't, because arguing with you about that would be pointless. The two of you couldn't be more different. Ivar, who's continually angry at everything and everyone, can't even comprehend how you can be so resilient, while he will never fully accept his condition, even though he, unlike you, was born with. Yet, you know he admires you for that.

"You're so strong." He says instead, gently cupping your cheek. He strokes your cheekbone with a calloused thumb, and for a few moments, there are no words exchanged as only your breathings fill the silence.

As you finally want to tell him that it's not about strength, that, simply put, you have no choice, you hear Ivar take a sharp intake of breath and he speaks again, his quavering voice a dead giveaway of how upset he really is. "You can't see my face, or my eyes, even from this close, can you?"

At this point, hiding the truth will do no good. So, you sigh, cover his hand resting on your face with yours, and then turn your head and confess "No, I can't anymore," before pressing a kiss to his palm.

"But... You remember my eyes, don't you?" You can hear the slight panic in his voice. "You can still see them in your mind's eye, right?"

You know he doesn't say it in a cocky way. He knows just how much you love – loved – them. His otherworldly and so expressive blue eyes. They had been your anchor; the light in your darkness. How many times have you drowned in his eyes? You were sure that nothing, not even the years, could erase them from your memory. Yet, you were wrong.

It had been a painful realization. If you still can somehow see Ivar's face in your mind, the blue of his eyes has disappeared, as if washed away by the greyness in which you live every day.

You swallow, not answering him for a long time, and he just waits, his hand now on the side of your head.

After letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding, you grab his hand, squeezing it. "The colors, Ivar... They're gone... I've lost them."

"What do you mean? I know you can't see colors, it's nothing new." His harsh tone doesn't fool you. Your husband is worried, alarmed by your words.

"No, that's not what I mean, my love. I no longer know what red is, or yellow, or blue. I mean, I obviously know that an apple is red, or that grass is green, I... I know that your eyes are blue, but it doesn't mean anything anymore. I... I can't remember colors, that’s what I'm trying to say. And therefore no, Ivar, I can't remember your eyes."

Silence falls over the two of you as Ivar is trying to process what you just told him. As if to make sure he's still there, you squeeze his hand tighter but don't utter a single word.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." His whisper is barely audible, his breathing uneven, and you wouldn't be surprised if he was silently crying.

"Don't be, my love." You retort, not missing a beat, as your free hand finds his arm, moves up to his shoulder, his neck, and finally his face, which you cup tenderly. "I'm fine, I swear I am."

You're not lying. Things aren't perfect but it could be worse. You could be without him. "As long as I have you by my side, I can handle anything." As your lips graze his skin, you can taste the salt on his cheek. "No need for tears, my love. I've been watching my mother for years. I saw her cooking, sewing, or even taking care of my baby brother, even though she had already lost her sight. I'm not helpless. I will do as she did. I've already adapted. I rely more heavily on my hearing and yes, I think I make it work."

"But–" Ivar begins, but you shush him, your pointer finger gently stroking his mouth. "There's no buts, my love. I have neither the time nor the desire to mourn what I have lost. I could cry all day because I can't remember your eyes, but what good would that do me? None. So, I rather focus on what I have. Remember, you were asking me earlier why I was smiling, right?"

Ivar is unable to speak but you can feel it when he nods. "I was smiling because I was thinking how much I love hearing your footsteps now. I'm pretty sure it's one of my favorite things about you."

Under your hand, Ivar clenches his jaw, his whole body tenses, and suddenly, you're not sure if he's breathing. You know him well enough to be sure that disbelief is written all over his face.

"Listen, Ivar," you explain softly, "Wherever I am, everything looks the same now. Shades of grey, fuzzy dots of light, and hazy shapes... Most of the time, I could be anywhere and it would be the same. Even in the Great Hall, when you're out and about, I sometimes wonder where I exactly am. It's not a very nice feeling, you know? And then, I hear your footsteps, the thud of your crutch and the familiar clicking of your braces. And I know I'm not lost, I know I'm home. Because wherever you are, I am home. Because you're my home, and it doesn't matter where I am. And the sound of your footsteps is more often than not the first thing telling me that you're near me. It's comforting, reassuring, and it makes that warmth around my heart flare up. I used to look into your eyes and that way I knew I was safe. Now I listen carefully and when I hear your footsteps, I know that nothing can happen to me. That you'll keep me safe. That I'm home."

Of course, it is a sensitive topic. You're aware that your husband despises his awkward gait, his severe limp. You know he hates his crutch and his inability to sneak up. You need him to understand though.

For a fleeting moment, Ivar doesn't react and it unsettles you. With no visual cues, you don't know what to do with his silence. But then, you feel his smile under your fingertips and you know he gets it and so you smile back, relief flooding your mind.

"My footsteps, huh?" Ivar chuckles. "To be honest, if anyone had told me that one day it'd be your favorite feature of me, I wouldn't have believed it. But well," you feel him shrug, "guess I can live with that." Letting out an amused sigh, he finally adds, "The blind and the cripple! We're quite a pair, aren't we?"

You giggle, but the next moment, Ivar wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into a kiss, his hands roaming your back, and the outside world immediately ceases to exist. And as you can hear him moaning, as you can taste the mead on his tongue, as you can smell his earthy, woody scent, as you can touch his chiseled and muscular chest, you know you'll be fine, no matter what.

You'll both be fine.

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booksweet · 3 years

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hii, hope you're having a great day/night. <3

i saw your request were open and i thought to request some hcs for megumi, gojo and choso who's s/o is insecure about their hip dips (which are so visible), maybe some comfort or how they would just react it's okay. >__<

also, remember to take care of yourself and to drink water.

jjk boys reaction who's s/o is insecure about their hip dips

staring: Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru, Kamo Choso

contents/warnings: SFW, fluff, grammar mistakes, everyone is 18+

A/N: hey! Thank you so much for sending me this request I'm so glad writing it for you >.< I'm having this kind of busy week, but I'm okay, hope you're good as well! Don't forget to take care of yourself too!! Once again, thank you, I also have dip hips so writing this got kind of personal haha my heart almost melted. Hope you like it, enjoy!

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tags: @noritoshiikamo @iwaizumini

Fushiguro Megumi

first things first I have to say that Megumi doesn't see your hip dips as a flaw on your body, actually, he doesn't care at all;

For him, they make you look like a sculpture, some kind of art that he's blessed to have by his side. Like, look how your body is wonderful, he thinks of you as a deity all the time he looks ate you;

But when it comes about your own insecurities, he cares a lot about it, more than he thought he could ever care about someone;

He needs for you to see how stunning you are, how wonderful and perfect your body is;

So that day when you two were about to go out on a date and you've asked him so many times if your clothes were okay, if you were beautiful, he felt you were afraid of his answer. He felt you were worried about what he thought of your body and his heart ached because of you scared of him;

Once again you were trying to change your clothes, focused searching for the perfect one to use on a date with your boyfriend. So focused you didn't notice him staring at you from your door frame;

He watched you silent, staring at your movement with caring eyes. But then you started muttering something and you turned you eyes sadly to that specific side of your body, just below your hip bone;

"Why am I like this? Why do I have this on my body? If I..."

He couldn't take it anymore, you are so beautiful for him, your hips, your waist, you're wholesome perfect and marvelous. "Why what Y/N?" He would enter your room, his soft voice startling you from your wandering thoughts;

"Oh, I'm-" You breath deeply. "I was trying to pick up any clothes, I'm almost ready, but I can't find anything that fits my..." Again, that painful look to your sides.

"You know..." He would walk closer and closer to you, placing his hands on your shoulders in reassurance. He looks at you from your mirrored version. "You may not believe me when I say: but you're perfect. Every inch of your body is. And-"

"Gumi, no..."

"Hey, hey, let me praise you, my love" He places his chin on the top of head, hands down on your waist. "Even the flawless parts you think you have are perfect parts. This..." His hands ghost above your hip dips, you feel your heart racing. "They are just one more part of you for me to love. How could I not love you entirely? You think of them as a flaw..."

He would kiss the top of your head, smiling at you. "But I think of them as art craved through your body. You're art, Y/N. Never forget that."

Gojo Satoru

We know how bold and cocky this man can be, so why would it be different when it comes to you?

He knew you had insecurities with your body, even though he has always managed to show you how wonderful you are;

Believe me, I think he's capable of screaming in public place about how perfect you are, how lucky he is to have you by his side (lowkey he says you're the luckiest because he's with you, that gojo thing);

But when you're both on your day off and you decide to go to the beach, he worries about you enjoying you day, the day you both finally got to be together;

You hid your body on his largest t-shirt, even thought the sun is higher and higher upon the sky, calling you both for a sunbathing;

"Darling, wanna some sunscreen lotion?" He asks you, trying to make you come out from your hiding spot;

Not that he thinks it's not okay for you to use his clothes, he actually finds it very hot and cute, but he knows why are you doing this to yourself and he wants to show you how wrong you are hiding yourself;

"Hm... No need to, babe" You say looking away from him, staring at women and men that were walking around closer the shoreline;

You just wanted to relax with Gojo, you were okay in your bikinis, but since your arrive, you couldn't help but to feel insecure about your body;

Your dip hips were so visible you felt like everybody would judge you if you took off Gojo's shirt;

You really didn't want to care about it, but still it bothered you so hard that sometimes you just wanted to cry;

Again, that feeling overwhelming your senses, why couldn't you be just like these pretty people who were walking around there?

"Hey, babe, hear me" Gojo would say to catch your attention, his intense blue eyes hidden behind that dark sunglasses;

He would sit down closer to you, his tall body almost towering over yours;

Placing his hands on your waist, he would bring you even closer putting you onto his laps. His lips ghosting over your earlobe had he saying "Dear Y/N..."

"Sa-satoru, people can lo-look" you'd say flustered, cheeks coloured in pink;

"Let them look" He whispers, his hands going down his shirt you were wearing, warming all the way they touched. "Let them look how beautiful you are, let them stare at the exquisite person you are..."

"But..." You place your hands right above your sides, where's that visible depression is

Suddenly his hands are on yours, holding them tight and you feel your body warming with love as he poured sweet words, melting your insecurities away "Y/N you're stunning, you are above every concept of existing perfection, you are flawless. Every mark, every mound, every round and curve of your body, they're just..."

His eyes staring deep into your soul while he leaves a kiss on your cheek and chin, then placing his head on the crook fo your neck. "They're just enchanting, I feel mesmerizing by every inch of you. You're delightful, Y/N. And the world should know that too."

After that he would just hold you tight and say "And I want to show off everyone that beautiful s/o of mine, show them how lucky I am to have you by my side!"

extra: if you were hardly unease with it, he would take off his clothes in order to try "avoiding" attention to you, catching it only to him like "let everyone look at me, till you feel safe and then you can slay all of these ugly asses ahead with you strondous beauty"

Kamo Choso

Choso is my sweet little boy (not that little) so the moment he realized you were insecure about how your body looked like, he would lowkey try to show you how mistaken you were;

Little things like compliments, soft touches, caring kisses, always reassuring you how beautiful you are, how wonderful your body is;

So there's this day you both are at home, watching a movie on Netflix and you're laying your head on his lap and he's sitting onto he couch with one of his hands on your waist, the other one is scratching your hair fondly;

But when he starts to move his hand up and down your sides, you feel your body stiffen, afraid of what he will think of your dip hips, since they're so profound and so noticeable;

You move yourself a little, trying to avoid his hand to touch that part of your body, but also trying not to get his attention from what you were doing

You don't know but he already understood what you're acting up;

"Y/N" He says, still focusing his eyes on the TV but the tip is his fingers caring on your sides;

"Uh, love?" Your cheeks rush in red as he softly places his hands on the valley of your sides, right down your hip bones;

"Can we switch places? Wanna lay down on your beautiful legs" his voice was distracted because of the movie you could swear he wasnt talking to you, so sudden were his words;

"Ye-yes, you can, Cho" You say lifting your body up to change places with him, but then you feel a big pair of arms around your body, clenching tight on you.

You retrieve his hug, packing your arms hands hands on his back, smelling his parfum's scent;

Choso's hugs are so warm and comfortable, you could live in between his arms like, forever;

"Why this so sudden-" you start to say but then you feel a kiss on your mouth, and then a kiss on your right cheek and then on your left cheek. "Cho?"

"What?" He's chuckling on your skin, never stopping his kisses trail on your jawline, then your neck, your shoulders, his hands are now on your hair, stroking your locks fondly "I can love you, can't I? I'm just showing you how you deserve to be loved, Y/N"

He catches your hand and then leave it a kiss on it;

"Such a gentleman..." You mutter behind the growing smile you have, his eyes never leaving yours as he places both of his hands upon your shelf hips;

"Y/N, you're lovely, you know?" His hands are warm on your covered skin, and you suddenly feel nothing but his caress on it;

"You're... You're something more. You've always been. And sometimes I think I don't deserve someone as wonderful as you are. As beautiful as you are. No one in the world looks like you, and, If someone had the tiniest similarity to you, they should've happy about how blessed they were"

"Every inch of you deserves to be loved. To be praised. You deserve to be fulfilled with compliments every day, every hour, every second."

"And, when you think you do not deserve it, Y/N, I'm here to remind you that yes, yes you're worth it. You're worth loving, caring, admiring. I love you, Y/N, I love you."

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elles-writing · 3 years

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Daughter Moments

Request: Hello! I’ve read your imagines they are sooo good! I was wondering if I can request a Kili x daughter reader? The ploy can be anything you want but the reader has to be kilis daughter pls? Thankyou!!❤️

Requested by @imagines4everyone

A/N: First of all, thank you so much!! I hope you will like it!

Then also...The ending is my favourite.

Triggers: mentions of injuries, scars, angst, feels (if there's any more, let me know please!)

Tags: @guardianofrivendell @dumbassunderthemountain @imagines4everyone

Kili took a deep breath, as he looked over Dale. The town was beautiful, and he was lucky to be able to look at it during sunrise, every day, before he had to get back to his duties.

He felt the soft wind, running through his hair, and sun glittered in his deep brown eyes. He thought of his wife and daughter, and his mouth had soft dreamy smile in second.

When Kili came back to their shared chambers, he noticed Tauriel, gently stroking their ten months old Y/N's cheek.

"How are my two beautiful girls?" He chuckled, and his eyes were soft, as he looked down at his daughter and wife.

"Papa!" Y/N suddenly let out, and Tauriel and Kili looked at each other in shock and surprise. Their daughter just said her first word!

"You did it, Y/N! You did it!" Kili cried out, and started dancing across the room with his daughter in his arms. You giggled, and Tauriel watched the moment with tears in her eyes.

Five years later

"Papa?"

"Hm?"

"What are you doing?" You frowned, when you noticed your father.

Kili was trying to make a surprise for Tauriel - his wife's birthday was a very special day to him, as well as your birthday - and this year, as any other, it was something sweet. Last year he made her a pair of twin daggers and got all her favourite sweets from bakeries around Dale.

This year, he decided to bake a cake.

Needless to say, it was very funny.

To watch, obviously.

You sat up on the chair, and Kili put his hands on his hips. You looked into the bowl, and giggled. You tasted a bit of it, and frowned.

"Uncle Fili said you can't bake, daddy." You shook your head. Kili nervously looked at you.

"What did uncle Fili say?" You looked at your dad, and decided to tell him everything.

"Well, Uncle Fili said you cannot bake, and that you only eat in the kitchen, and he was right," you said. Kili looked at the light-coloured dough.

"It is salty," you said, and Kili's eyes widened. He slapped his forehead.

"I really switched sugar and salt," Kili sat down to the table, and put his chin on his hands. You wanted to say something, but you noticed his eyes were filling with tears. You jumped off of the chair, and walked to him.

"Why are you crying, daddy?"

"I'm not crying," he said, and got up.

"Can I help you?" You gave him your best puppy-eye look, and Kili sighed.

You just had to get this from him.

"Okay."

When you finally finished the cake, the sun was rising, but you and Kili fell asleep, sitting by the table.

The finished cake was, however, worth it.

Twelve years later

"What did you say?" Kili frowned at you. You shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Kili's usually kind brown eyes had a spark of anger in them.

"That I don't care about you."

"Oh, this. Well, because it's true! You literally make any guy run away from me, and then you make me stay inside! How am I supposed to get to know at least one?"

"You have still enough time for boys." Your father shook his head, as if he tried to get out the idea of dating out as quickly as he could.

"Fine. But if anyone asks, it's your fault," you said half-upset, half-joking.

You almost opened the door, when you heard your father speak.

"You know I want you to have someone who truly loves you," you turned around.

"I...I, um..." Kili deeply sighed. He felt a bit of guilt about the misunderstanding.

"Sit down, please." You did as he said, and he gently took your hands to his.

"When I met your mother, I knew she was...the One. My One. I fell for her even more, when we talked for the first time. And a few years later, there was also you. I was holding you after you were born, and I promised I will make sure you will have the same kind of love, the person you will roll your eyes at, but know you wouldn't want them any other way."

"Dad, I-"

"I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just worried about you and want the best for you, but...the problem is, that in my eyes, nobody is good enough for you. I know you think it's the other way, but, it isn't. At least to me." You felt tears in your eyes.

"What do you think...mom would say?" You quietly whispered, as you felt tears in your eyes. He took a deep breath, probably to try to stop tears, too.

"Your mother would...secretly agree with me, but let you...let you go on an adventure, as long as you promise you are safe." Kili blinked to stop a tear, and sadly chuckled.

"You never know who you meet on an adventure."

You took his hands into yours, and gave him sad smile.

"She is alive. Trying to find her way back, from the orcs. Mom is a fighter."

"I believe too," he said, and looked outside. The sun slid across his face, and made his eyes spark, and showed you the way they used to shine when your mother was still there.

It's been a few months since you and your father talked, and you were on a ride from Hobbition. You liked to visit Bilbo and Frodo, and, as always, told each other news. When you almost got to Rivendell, you noticed someone lying down - with red hair. You stopped your horse, and jumped off of it.

You felt a rush of shock, when you realized who it was. She was full of cuts, but breathing.

You got to Rivendell safely, and when Lindir saw you, you let out just a whisper.

"Help her,"

You had no idea how did you end up in the working space of lord Elrond.

But, having soft blanket over your shoulders and sipping warm tea, after the shock, you wouldn't complain.

"Can I see her?" You whispered. Lord Elrond talked to a healer, and both of them looked at you.

"Your mother is asleep now," the healer carefully said. You nodded.

"Is she-"

"She is alive. We cleaned her injuries, and luckily, they were not even infected yet. You found her just in the right moment." You let out a breath. It felt like a huge weight fell off of your shoulders.

"Get some rest, princess Y/N. It will be good." The healer said, and helped you to get to other chambers, you guessed for guests. You laid down to bed, and fell asleep. You didn't even notice the healer turned around in the door, and slightly bowed, before he walked away.

You woke up into bright sunlight. You realized it was afternoon, and when you properly woke up, you found out you slept almost whole day and night.

When you took a bath and changed into light dress, you decided to go ask healer how was your mother doing.

You carefully knocked on the door. Someone slowly opened the door, and you realized it was the healer you already knew. After a short talk, he told you to get some rest. You decided to listen to him.

You didn't expect to fall asleep next to the bushes of lavender in Rivendell gardens, but the sweet, calming scent was strong.

You woke up with slight headache, and sat aside from the plants. You watched the sunset, and yawned. You also realized you haven't eaten whole day, and looked around for some fruit. You got up, and soon you found a few servants, who were actually looking for you, and as they mentioned dinner, you had no more questions.

At the dinner, you noticed the male healer you met earlier. You blushed when he noticed you looking at him, but he didn't do anything. Later, he catched your eyes again, and send you a tiny smile. You felt yourself smile as well.

After the dinner, Lindir walked you to your chambers. You took a bath, and when you got dressed, you opened your window and put a pillow and a blanket on the floor, to continue watching the sunset, and look at the stars. The sky was bright, and the fresh air made you feel lot better.

You got back to bed, but left the window open.

Your felt familiar smell, as you woke up. For a moment, you were five again, in your chambers in Erebor, and it was your birthday. Only other thing was the itchy feeling on your arms and legs.

Damn mosquitos.

"Mum?"

"I didn't mean to wake you, wildflower," you gasped and sat up, wide awake.

It was really her. Your mother, her red hair shining in the morning sun, looking at you.

Her face was full of cuts,which were in process of healing, and fading scars. Her hair was literally chopped off, now down to her chin.

Her green eyes were, however, full of motherly love. Just as you always knew them.

"This-this is a dream!" You let out a cry. She hug you tightly, and let out a cry too.

"I'm so glad you're safe..."

"What happened to you?" You whispered, as your arms tightened around her, afraid of it being just a dream.

"The orcs prisoned me, I tried to escape, but I was weak and didn't have any weapons. This time, I was finally lucky," she whispered, as she brushed your hair by her fingers.

"I'm here, Y/N. I promise it isn't a dream. I was fighting to run away every single day, and nothing could keep me away from you anymore."

Later that day, you sat down, to write a letter to Erebor.

Dear father,

I had to stay in Rivendell for longer, but, as you will find out - it was worth it...

Two years later

"Kili," Tauriel frowned at her husband. Kili looked at his wife with raised eyebrow.

"It's a boy, Tauriel!"

"And?"

"She's my little girl! She was born like...yesterday," Kili wiped off a tear from the corner of his eye.

"Well, our little girl is having a lovely partner. You will like him." Kili's eyes widened, and Tauriel tried not to laugh.

"You already met him? And didn't tell me?!"

"Well..." Tauriel would roll her eyes. Her husband was literally freaking out.

She didn't have the heart to tell him the reason you went to Rivendell or Mirkwood was because of your love, not because of political...anything.

Before she answered, you walked in, nervously smiling at both of them.

"I have, um...someone I want to introduce to you," you said. Your mother nodded at you with smile, and you sighed and patted your father's shoulder.

"It's fine, dad." You opened the door, and 'the elven healer from Rivendell', as you knew him two years ago, walked in.

"Mum, dad...this is, um, my boyfr-"

"Nice to meet you," Tauriel said, but looked at her husband by the corner of her eye.

"So...you are the elf my daughter is courting," Kili said, and you looked at your boyfriend. Him and your father were watching each other, and you gently took your lover's hand into yours, worried they might start fighting. Until...

They both broke a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Prince Kili. Y/N has told me a lot of good things about you."

"Y/N, would you come and prepare some tea with me?" Your mother asked you, and you both got out of the room.

You listened their conversation, talking about your meeting, and, your dad's, and your lover's, favourite - archery.

"I can't believe it!" You said, whispering.

"I know," your mother tried to hold in laugh.

"They literally-"

"Yes. Seems like they go along well."

"Now my dad will spend more time with my lover than I do," you pretend to be dramatic, but secretly you thought if it wouldn't be better if they didn't like each other.

You walked back in the room, with cups with steaming tea.

"Don't worry. Both of them know who are the best archers in the family," Your mother gave you a smile, and you proudly nodded, as you placed the cups down on table.

"That's not true, I always let you win!" They said at the same time, and you and your mother shared a look.

Later that day, you were with your father in the gardens. He was enjoying the quiet evening, and you were reading.

"Dad?"

"Hm?"

"You know...you said, about boys...that nobody would be good enough for me. In your eyes."

"Yeah." He nodded, and turned towards you.

"So, um...what do you think, now when you met my boyfriend?" You nervously waited for his answer.

"I think...I would never expect to say this, but...I approve him." You let out a laugh.

"Just because you're both good at archery?" He rolled his eyes.

"I wanted to say he seems to be very nice, but that too. We gotta keep the skill in family, don't we?" You shook your head and snorted with laugh.

"As well as recognizing elf men and elf maids." You started laughing when you noticed your father's wide eyes and flushed cheeks under his beard.

"Who told you that story?"

"Well...Uncle Fili has told me many interesting stories from your adventures," you said. Your father quickly stood up.

"Uncle Fili will quickly be reminded of what does it feels like to have younger brother," Your father muttered, as he walked inside the castle.

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Mahina || Part 2

Summary: You're a mystery to Jungkook. His newfound interest in you continues to grow, and he's determined to learn everything about you. genre: smut, fluff, angst word count: 5,216 tags: idol!au, fantasy!au

PART 1

This was probably a mistake.

Jungkook hasn't stopped thinking about you, dreaming about you. Your scent leaves him absolutely intoxicated and he's not willing to go without you for much longer.

Herein lies the problem: Jungkook hasn't had a moment alone with you since the day in the gym. It's only been a week, and shortly after you left him he found himself longing for more. It's the closest he's ever been to high, he's sure of it. Because of that, every time he sees you he has to hold himself back from dragging you away and taking you in the nearest empty room.

Your interactions together have been predominantly professional. You finished the rest of the solo shots and have been around to film Bangtan Bombs, taking pictures whenever you feel it would be appropriate. You've maintained your composure in front of him, not for lack of hurting Jungkook's feelings. He feels dumb for feeling like you're uninterested now, but every time you use words that don't give any indication of your attraction to him, he feels as though you're over it. Maybe you are, it wouldn't be the first time a woman left him after the first night.

Jungkook can feel that he's spacing out, his eyes are wide but he can't draw them away from the floor. His head is spinning in circles with thoughts of you. Both memories of the other day and the potential his fears have to coming to fruition.

He hears his name being called, so he tries his best to shake himself out of the trance he's in. Glancing up, he sees you.

Nearly jumping out of his skin, he scoots back and stands from his chair, doing a mid bow, "H- hey! How's it going?"

"Calm down Mr. Jeon, there's no need for the formalities." you giggle, grasping an apple from the bowl of fruit on the table. The commons area is empty, the only sound being the water cooler bubbling occasionally as it refills.

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, "You just called me Mr. Jeon but don't want formalities?"

"Because you're my boss," you shrug, "I'm supposed to call you Mr. Jeon."

"Well, stop. It makes me feel old." Jungkook has to hide his grin when he notices the concern on your face. So you do still care.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset." your lips are turned down in a frown, your shoulders slumping slightly. Today, you're wearing a white T-shirt, your red bra showing slightly through the thin material. It's not something that's extremely noticeable, only if Jungkook stared. Which he did, he couldn't help himself now that he's seen you without clothes.

Sympathy crosses Jungkook's face, "Oh no, _____. You didn't upset me, I was just teasing you."

Your frown twitches, "That's mean."

"You're mean." Jungkook retaliates.

"How am I the mean one here?" you fight, your jaw dropping and arms flying up in question.

"Because you haven't spoke to me normally since we fu-" Jungkook doesn't have the chance to finish his sentence, because your hands fly to his mouth. This is the first time you've touched him in a week, and he is reeling instantly.

"You can't just say that," you whisper, your eyes watching the door, "someone could hear you. Then what? I get fired?"

Jungkook didn't think about that.

"Listen. I like you, Jungkook, but we can't go around announcing what we did. My job is on the line if others find out, but you'll get a slap on the wrist," you finally move your hand, and Jungkook's skin burns where you once rested, "just think about that before staring at me like you want to devour me in a meeting full of higher ups."

"I did that?" he feels his face burn red.

"You practically undressed me with your eyes. That's why I haven't been interacting with you much." your words are scolding but your tone is light. Jungkook feels like he's in trouble but doesn't expect a punishment, much like when his mom would find out he sneaked candy into school when he was younger. Nothing is actually going to happen to him. He kind of wants something to happen to him though.

"You liked it though, didn't you?"

Bold, he thinks to himself, good job, Jungkook.

Your stance falters for a moment, a glint shining in your eye, "Liked what?"

"The fact that I can't stop thinking about you," Jungkook starts, reaching his hand forward and stroking your cheekbone with his thumb, "the fact that your wet cunt is the greatest thing I've ever felt, and I can't wait to be inside you again."

He sees your eyes widen, glancing over to the door again. Jungkook suddenly feels a sense of jealousy, the fact that your mind is somewhere other than with him causes him to whine audibly. He keeps his ears trained for footsteps, dragging your attention back to him. "Don't look at the door, look at me."

Your eyes move from the door, straight to him. His thumb moves to your lips, "Such a pretty girl. I want to kiss you so bad."

His earlier fear has disappeared, replaced with a sudden need. He doesn't want you, no. He needs you. He needs to feel you against him, to hear you moan, to whisper your name in your ear as he cums. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. Because despite desperately wanting to bend you over the table and fuck you into oblivion, your job is more important. He doesn't want to get in the way of your career.

"You think I'm pretty?" you whisper against his lips.

"Ethereal." he responds.

He begins to kiss you again, this time with much more need than before. How could you ask such a silly question? Of course he thinks you're gorgeous. So gorgeous, in fact, that he questions whether you have some sort of otherworldly disposition, like an angel sent from above. He's never come across someone as inherently perfect as you.

Just when your tongue slips into his mouth, Jungkook hears heavy footsteps. He pulls away abruptly, slipping his hand from your face to behind his neck, scratching nervously.

You back away and pick up your camera, pointing it at Jungkook. He looks at you, and he smiles. A simple one, hiding the thoughts behind his eyes. He makes sure his teeth show, because he knows everybody loves his teeth.

"Perfect, Jungkook," you say as Seokjin enters the room, "now if you come up with any other domestic or casual themes just let me know."

"Domestic or casual?" Seokjin laughs, "Jungkookie, what are you telling this poor woman?"

"What?" Jungkook chuckles nervously, "I can be domestic."

"Perceived, maybe. But actually be domestic? Impossible." Seokjin fills up a glass of water and chugs. Jungkook glances toward you and you raise an eyebrow. He decides he'll explain later.

"Hey, _____. You should take a picture of my reflection in a spoon." Seokjin holds up a large spoon, staring at the concave reflection.

"Why would I do that?"

"For the humor! Come on, you need to lighten up." Seokjin turns the spoon around and Jungkook glances at you, before shaking his head with a laugh and walking out of the room.

~*~*~

"So you have a thing for the photographer?" Yoongi suddenly asks in the dorms that night, causing Jungkook to swallow.

"What makes you say that?" Jungkook's immediate defensiveness doesn't seem to make him sound innocent. Yoongi tosses his head back and lets out a breathy laugh, "Because you licked your lips in her direction like 30 times today."

"I didn't have any chapstick."

Yoongi shakes his head, "I get it, she's hot, but is she 'ruin-your's-and-her's-career-for-some-pussy' hot?"

"That's awfully derogatory, Hyung." Jungkook bites back his jealousy.

"For real, though. If you're gonna risk it, you might as well stop being such a wimp about it." Yoongi usually isn't one to offer his advice unwarranted. When Jungkook was younger, he saw Yoongi as this mysterious-sensei like figure that only spoke when asked questions he found interesting. Similarly, whenever Jungkook was struggling morally, Yoongi was his go-to. He certainly had to trek to his studio and beg to be let in for any advice.

"Nah, I'm not into her," Jungkook lies through his teeth, "she's pretty and all but she's all work and no play."

"Really? She seemed pretty playful in my studio the other day." Yoongi mentions casually, taking a sip of some nasty lager he ordered from Germany.

Jungkook grips the edge of the couch, taking a subtle breath when he notices a glint in Yoongi's eyes. "Really?" he tries his hardest to hide his annoyance, "what happened?"

"She was bent over the table, playing with all the knobs and buttons on my mixer," Yoongi smirks, "asking me all sorts of questions. 'What's this one do?' and 'What about this one?'" he raises his tone mockingly, "such a curious girl. Sometimes I wonder if she's seen technology at all."

"Yeah, it's like the only thing she knows is her camera." Jungkook fakes a laugh.

"Makes me wonder if I should ask her to take playgirl pictures of me for my own keepsake. I wouldn't mind her seeing me naked."

"Alright! I'm going to bed. Nice talk, Yoongi."

Jungkook stands abruptly, moving to step over Yoongi's legs, but he's stopped by Yoongi's hand gripping his calf. "I knew you had a thing for her!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jungkook shakes his leg from Yoongi's grip, crossing his arms over his shirtless torso. Yoongi stands up, "I saw you two making out in the commons room today."

Jungkook feels his entire body go numb, "We weren't making out," he scoffs, "she had something in her teeth."

"So you were trying to get it out with your tongue?"

"Yoongi!" Jungkook is never the one to scold, but he can't stop himself.

"Relax buddy, your secret is safe with me. I even stalled Seokjin from interrupting you two." Yoongi seems so casual, like he's not currently holding life-altering information in his hands.

"So you don't want her to shoot you naked?" Jungkook's embarrassed that this is his first thought.

"Nah I wouldn't do that to you." Yoongi grins, his eyes disappearing behind his happiness.

Jungkook pouts, "No one can know."

"I know, I heard the conversation."

"You listened in on us?!" He raises his voice, quickly quieting down once he realizes how late it is.

Yoongi laughs, "Yeah."

~*~*~

Ten hours later, Jungkook is back at the Hybe building. He managed to get some sleep after the conversation with Yoongi. If anything, he feels slightly better that someone knows and therefore he has someone to talk about it with. Jungkook has wanted nothing more than to talk about it, and since it's so difficult to catch you, Yoongi was his best bet. He spends a while talking to him about how weirdly connected he feels to you. Like it goes beyond lust, but he's not exactly sure what that beyond is.

Yoongi encourages Jungkook to speak to you about it, but Jungkook is still unsure. He's only known you a week. A glorious week, but a week nonetheless. Jungkook fears an admission of how he's feeling will scare you away and push you into nothing more than just a photographer. As he spoke to Yoongi, he realized that in his copious amount of spacing out and Maladaptive Daydreaming, he's pictured himself taking you out on a date. No sex, no lust, just good food and wine.

This is how he knows there's a connection.

So, as he rides the elevator up to the 13th floor, he nervously adjusts his button up. Deciding to skip his work out this morning, he's dressed himself in torn skinny jeans and folded his sleeves up to look as suave as he can. He realizes that his muscles clearly show beneath the silk fabric of his shirt, and he smiles. He hopes you like it.

Wandering down the hall after a grueling 3 minute elevator ride, he arrives at the office you claimed. He's never been in here, nor does he know what you do in here, but he's excited to see how you've made it your own.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

No answer.

Knock knock knock.

Nothing.

He presses his ear to the door and can hear you. You're whispering to someone, your voice sounding urgent and annoyed.

"I know, Mother. I am trying but there's only so much I can do in this form."

"Well you need to try harder. Earth is wearing on you." Another voice says, and it sounds as if they're in the room. Jungkook doesn't recognize the voice as any of the staff.

What are they talking about?

Knockknockknock!

He tries once more for good measure and hears you gasp, then a loud thud. You scramble to the door, and Jungkook backs away just in time for you to open it.

Your hair is wild, and for a moment Jungkook swears he sees your skin a slight blue tone. Blowing a stray strand of hair out of your face, you smile, "What's up, Jungkook?"

He raises an eyebrow, "What, uh- what's going on in there?"

"Oh, nothing. Zoom meetings, you know the drill." a small burst of wind comes from behind you, shaking the loose shirt around your torso. Weird, he didn't think you'd open the window with how hot it is outside. You bite your lip, "What can I do for you?"

Jungkook feels nervousness at his trembling hands. He glances down the hallway and sees a door beginning to open, "Can I come in?"

You glance behind you, then nod, opening the door wider.

Jungkook slips in quickly, closing the door behind him.

"So, what's up?" You plop down onto your chair, an editing software Jungkook is unfamiliar with displayed on your monitor.

Jungkook lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in. Softly, he speaks, "Can I make you dinner?"

A grin stretches across your face, "Like a date?"

"Yes, like a date." Jungkook mirrors your grin.

"Then obviously," you move from your chair and straddle his thighs, on the couch he placed himself on, "I would be thrilled."

"Oh yeah?" Jungkook brings you down to his mouth, his tongue massaging against yours. The heat from your body sears into his, trapping him against the couch. He thinks he may faint from your proximity. His hands roam your back, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of your shirt to play with your hot skin and listening to the sounds of content coming out of your mouth, slightly muffled by his own.

As he brings his fingers up your back, he feels the bottom of the scars he saw the last time you were in this position. Just as he's about to ask about them, he feels you grind onto his thigh. He flexes, and you gasp into his mouth.

"You like thigh riding?" Jungkook murmurs, his voice deep and rough. He can hear you whimpering as you move your hips again. He glances down and sees your jeans rutting against you. Sliding his hands to the button of your pants, he undoes it, "That can't be comfortable, baby. Take your pants off."

You gasp as he unzips your jeans, "I don't want to get your pants wet."

He bites back a moan at how incredibly dirty that sounds. You already sound fucked out, as though he's made you cum 5 times. It seems the affect you have on him aligns with the affect he has on you.

"I'll take off my pants, too. I want you to get yourself off on my thigh."

You both move quickly to pull off your bottoms. The moment you're free, you place yourself back on Jungkook's thigh and begin riding. His lips travel up and down your neck, stopping at the base of your collarbone and nibbling gently. The moan you illicit is so hot that Jungkook almost pulls you off of his thigh and directly on his dick. Almost.

He can't bare to remove you from your pleasure as your face contorts into complete and utter bliss. Smiling, he makes sure his hands roam close to your inner thighs, flexing his thigh every once in a while for an added amount of pressure against your wet cunt. He doesn't think he's ever been this hard before, watching you with eyes as wide as saucers while you come undone above him, your orgasm giving you literal chills. Goosebumps rise on your skin while you call his name out repeatedly.

"Fuck." Jungkook whispers, "Get on your knees. Now."

"Yes sir." you breathe, falling to your knees in between Jungkook's thighs.

As you reach forward, Jungkook slaps your hand away.

"One touch and I'm coming, so make it count."

Your cheeks are warm against his hands, your eyes blown out as you still tingle from your release. You reach forward, slipping his boxers off of his waist and licking your lips when you see his cock spring free. There's a sudden cuteness to your expression, as though you've never had your tongue this close to a cock before. However, the moment you place your lips around the tip, he can tell that isn't the case.

"God damn it, baby," he instantly thrusts upward, causing you to gag. He looks down with a sheepish smile, "I'm sorry."

You shake your head, "Choke me with your cock."

Jungkook is in utter euphoria. With one swift thrust, he is releasing down your throat. You sputter around him, your throat contracting repeatedly as you swallow his cum.

"Holy shit." He whispers as you pull off, a string of saliva connecting you to him.

You pull yourself to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He strokes your inner thigh, his large hand enjoying the thickness of your thigh. He loves having something to hold on to.

"I got all dressed up for you and you managed to get me half naked in less than 10 minutes." Jungkook jokes, feeling your hand stroke his chest.

You giggle, "Next time it'll be all the way naked in 5 minutes."

~*~*~

Jungkook has never prepared a meal as good as the one sitting on the table in front of him.

He spent hours creating pasta from scratch. Mixing the dough, watching it proof, cutting it by hand (because he really couldn't figure out how to attach the extension to Seokjin's way-too-expensive mixer), and boiling it to a perfect Al Dente texture. He created the sauce entirely from scratch as well, staring with a heavy cream and adding Parmesan and various seasonings until it somewhat resembled an Alfredo sauce. He's not entirely sure how he ended up here, but he watched a video about it like 3 years ago on one of those nights that he just couldn't fall asleep and it has stuck with him ever since.

Now that's steaming on the table, he anxiously awaits your arrival.

He rented a small house on the country side, the private beach just behind the fancy Air BNB being the main attraction to him. He hasn't swam in the ocean in years for fear that someone could recognize him, and he misses the feeling of the salty water against his skin. He hopes you're willing to join him for a dip later on in the evening.

After consulting Yoongi on what his plan should be, he said you seem like the type of person who enjoys simplicity. So, he made the most simple meal he could think of, while simultaneously throwing as much work into it as he could.

Just as he begins to worry about the food going cold before you arrive, the doorbell rings.

He runs to the door, before pausing at the floor length mirror by the shoe closet and checking his appearance. His movements stutter for a second, and he reaches his hands to the buttons on his shirt, undoing the top three. Smirking, he turns and opens the door.

And his jaw drops.

The dress you wear is floor length, silver sequins shining all the way up to the 'V' line, exposing just enough cleavage to be sexy. Your skin glows beneath the setting sun, a smile on your face that's bright enough to blind Jungkook.

"Flies are gonna get in your mouth if you keep it open like that, ya know." you step into the doorway, taking 2 fingers and lifting Jungkook's jaw up. He swallows the little bit of saliva he began to feel collecting on his tongue.

"You look gorgeous." he says after a moment of collecting himself, stepping to the side and allowing you to walk all the way in.

Your eyes trail Jungkook's body up and down, stilling at his skinny jeans.

"Sorry," you breathe, "I just got flashbacks of yesterday in my office."

Jungkook hides his victorious smile, "If you're a good girl and eat your dinner, I'll let you do it again."

"I'll do whatever you say, sir." your voice is low, seductive. It carries through Jungkook's ears like a soft whisper, and it excites him immediately. He swallows his excitement, though, because tonight is about getting to know you.

So, as you sit at the dining table and watch Jungkook begin to plate your food, he speaks, "Where are you from?"

His question seems to shock you and your quiet for a moment. Raising his eyebrow, he plates his own food and sits across from you.

"Here." you say simply.

"Where's 'here'?" Jungkook retorts, watching as you twirl pasta around your fork. You take a big bite, and Jungkook prays you enjoy it. When your face lights up, Jungkook releases a breath he didn't even realize he was holding in.

"This is so good Jungkook, where did you get it?" you ask, digging in and taking another bite.

"I made it." He replies proudly.

"Nuh-uh," you tease, "this tastes like it's straight from Italy. Ain't no way you didn't use your fancy BTS powers and get this flown here straight from Gordon Ramsey's kitchen."

"Fancy BTS powers?" Jungkook laughs.

"Yeah! You're, like-" you gesture wildly, "thing you got going on. The whole 'I'm a celebrity and everyone gets on their knees for me' thing that you can do."

"What are you talking about?" Jungkook asks incredulously, humor lacing his tone.

"You know what I mean." you pout, pushing more pasta into your mouth.

Jungkook takes the quick silence to take his first bite.

Okay, he did a good job.

Swallowing, he licks his lips clean of sauce. He doesn't miss the smile on your face when his tongue pokes out. "Don't think you've distracted me from the question. Where did you grow up?"

You roll your eyes, "I grew up in a regular old house. Nothing special about my childhood."

"You're lying."

"What makes you say that?"

"You can't be as incredibly talented as you are without having something interesting happen to you as you grew up." Jungkook knows his theory has flaws but he's hoping his words are enough to make you feel comfortable enough to open up to him more.

You mull over his words for a moment. Jungkook is trying his hardest to read you, because for the first time since he's met you, you seem nervous. You're tenser than usual, your legs crossed and your hand gripping the fork hard enough for your knuckles to turn white. Why on Earth would a simple question cause you this much distress? He doesn't know what to say, and he's scared to opt for changing the subject. So, he waits.

"My parents are from two entirely different back rounds," you begin, setting down your fork and loosening your posture, "like, really different. My mom has always been better off than my dad was. When she was younger, she wore a crown on her head that was completely encrusted in diamonds."

Jungkook's eyes widen, "So was she really wealthy?"

"Still is," you explain, "but she's really branched off on her materialistic possessions. She often craves for her children to be as prepared and well off as she was."

"Oh," he says, a minute response now that he's getting what he wanted. He just wants to hear more, "you said 'was' when speaking of your dad, did he pass?"

You smile sadly, "Ages ago."

"What was he like?"

A beat of time passes and Jungkook feels his heart thud. He's aching for you, for your loss. He's watching as painful memories cross over your features.

"Like I said, he grew up completely different from my mom. He was a Shepard and worked really hard to get as far as he got. He met my mom when he was 17 and immediately fell in love with her, and not long after she got pregnant with lil' old me." you grin brightly, hiding your earlier sadness and posing with your hands beneath your chin.

Despite your cutesy pose, Jungkook feels his curiosity growing, "How did he pass?"

"Jeeze, all these questions," you laugh sheepishly, and your sadness returns, "My parents separated shortly after I was born. I spent the spring and summer months with my mother and fall and winter with my father. One Spring, I got a call that my father had been in an accident. It was really long ago so I can't remember details, but he died shortly after that."

"I- I'm so sorry." Jungkook whispers, "that's horrific."

"Life goes on," you inhale through your nose, "enough about me. Tell me how you chose BigHit when all those companies were after you."

Jungkook allows the subject change to roll through, nervous that his curiosity may have offended you. He tells you about his early years, explaining that he's always had a dream of becoming a singer. His parents struggled financially when he was a kid, so he insisted on getting rich so he could help them out. Now that he's an adult, and he is rich (though he hates to label himself as such), he doesn't know what to do with his money. He paid off his parents' house and bought them both new cars, he makes sure that all of their wants are taken care of.

At first his mother tried to refuse his gifts, stating that he had earned it himself therefore he should use it on himself. At this point they were 4 years into the band, the first little while they didn't make nearly as much money as other idol groups did. As soon as he got his first decent check, he immediately spent it on his parents. He's grateful for his mother's concern, but he always told him he was going to take care of them. His parents have learned to just accept the gifts he brings them, but they still haven't blatantly asked for help.

You laugh when Jungkook says he has to become a private investigator when he wants to know how his parents are doing. If there's ever a problem, he has to figure it out for himself because his father has too much pride to ask for help from his son. Jungkook knows they are grateful for everything that he has done for them, but he doesn't want gratitude. He wants them to be happy.

The rest of the meal goes smoothly after that, laughter being shared as you both speak about your lives. It seems as though your earlier admissions about you family life has eased your discomfort with talking about yourself. You tell Jungkook a story about how your mother came down to your father's farm for a week while she was pregnant, just to see how he lived his work life, and was quickly bombarded with 12 sheep as he opened the gate.

When the plates are cleared, Jungkook glances towards the beach, "Want to go on a walk?"

You smile, "Please."

He takes your hand and leads you out of the house and onto the beach. You don't seem to mind that your dress drags in the sand, because you're quick to kick off your heels and sink your feet into the ground.

"Ah," you sigh happily, "I love the way the Earth feels."

Jungkook can't wipe the smile off of his face while he scrunches his nose, "As opposed to Pluto?"

"Yes!" you give his hand a squeeze, "Pluto is too cold to enjoy, even for me."

Jungkook swings your hands together while you approach the water, "You speak as though you've been there."

You seem shy for a moment, "In my dreams."

"So, in your dreams," Jungkook humors you, "you've been to Pluto and stayed long enough to develop a negative opinion about it?"

"If you felt the things I felt, you'd hate Pluto too." you defend, taking your hand away from his and plopping onto the wet sand. Your dress, albeit expensive and pretty, looks even better on you when wet. Jungkook doesn't hesitate to sit in the small waves with you.

"NASA hated Pluto enough to declassify it as a planet, so at least someone agrees with you."

You scrunch your nose, "You're a dork."

Jungkook fakes offense, pushing your shoulder lightly.

You fall backward, dramatically splashing into the water. Jungkook gasps, jumping forward and grabbing your arms, pulling you out of the water. "I didn't mean for you to fall in!"

You let out a giggle, before disappearing under the water again. You slip from Jungkook's hands and swim away, Jungkook losing sight of you under the foamy waves. He swims further out, far enough that the water stands to his chest, and twists around to look for you.

A dark shadow appears just beside him, a clear human shape. He chuckles, leaping forward to capture you but just before he goes under the water, he hears you whisper his name behind him.

"Jungkook~" you sing when he pulls himself out of the water.

He whips his head towards you but there's no one there. He feels a tap on his shoulder, then he sees you on the opposite side of him. Wiping the water off his face, he forces himself to process the last few seconds.

"How did you do that?!" he asks loudly.

"Do what?" you feign innocence.

"You were there," Jungkook points behind him, "then you were there," he points to the left of him, "and now you're here."

"I swim fast." you shrug, dipping beneath the water once more.

Jungkook doesn't get a chance to question you more because as you pop up from the water, your arms lock around the back of his neck, and you press your lips to his.

His mind goes blank, and all he can feel is you.

He pushes your dress up far enough to free your legs, your thighs moving to wrap around his waist. His hands hold you up, and you continue to kiss while he walks the two of you up to the beach. Collapsing onto the ground, he holds himself up above you as you disconnect your lips.

"Thank you for everything tonight, Jungkook."

Jungkook can't help his face turning red, "Anytime, baby."

With that, he connects your lips again and revels in the feeling of your body against his.

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metize · 3 years

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The Measure of His Reach

Zenos x WoL (AFAB) smut Tags: Consensual but not sane nor safe, Breeding kink, hate sex, name-calling, they/them pronouns for WoL, AFAB WoL,

Word count: 1 .332

A/N: Ok let's post last year's kinktober stuff now! I just.... thirst for Zenos so hard, it's embarrassing....

"You are a genocidal arrogant asshole, you don't deserve the place you occupy on this star." They barked at the villain before them. But their fierce, angry words were met with a satisfied smirk from the Garlean they directed them at.

"Such ferocity, my beast, so much passion and conviction in your words." His fingers traced the hero's cheek, caressing their soft skin lovingly "Only you could awaken this burn I feel inside."

"You're disgusting." They say, flinching away from his touch.

"We both are, I see it inside you, how you crave our encounters. I interest you as much as you interest me."

The worst part was that he was right. What was his deal? Did he have any sort of moral compass? Did he even care about politics?

His entire character was an enigma, but the Warrior of Light had no time to solve this particular puzzle, he had to die. They shook their head and grabbed the man's wrist.

"You die today, Zenos yae Galvus." They say, convicting him. "We will cross blades, you'll be a pain in the arse like you always are, but I will be victorious. Your time is up."

"You wish it didn't have to be this way" it wasn't a question. "What else two people interested in each other would do? In another world perhaps instead of fighting we could just fuck in the local inn?" He scoffed at the idea.

"You're… still disgusting" The Warrior of Light felt their face flush with embarrassment at the notion, but also at the crude way he spoke. They let go of the prince's hand and he proceeded to gently stroke their hair.

"Why don't you humor me for one last time, my beast" he proposes "let's play pretend for a while. Let's pretend you don't need to save the world and I don't need to stop you." He leans in to whisper to their ear "Just allow me to pin you against this wall and let me ravish you like a common whore."

A pause. The hero didn't dare breathe, the arousal inside them was building up since they finished fighting in the palace's lower floors. Hearing Zenos speaking filth like that made their excitement palpable.

"No." They said and Zenos sighed disappointed starting to back off before they reached for the front of his armor to make him stay "You will fuck me knowing exactly who I am and who you are."

They pulled him into a kiss just so they didn't have to look at his insufferable smug smile. They bit at his lip and kissed him with fervor because gods damn

they needed this.

Zenos allowed it for a moment before establishing dominance over the situation again, he grabbed the Warrior by their hips and pinned them against the nearest wall, just like promised.

"Is this what you wanted from me, my beast? Does it excite you?" The prince slid his hands into the hero's top "The fact that I am your sworn enemy? The danger of being completely at my mercy?”

He ended his phrase by groping the hero’s chest, his fingers brushing the sensitive nub but not quite playing with it just yet. They arched their torso into his touch instinctively and groaned at the feeling of his strong hands and its firm grip. Zenos’ other hand caught their throat and pushed it against the wall, ordering them to stay still without actually having to say it.

“You will use your words or else I’ll leave you like this” a threat leaves his lips and their answer followed suit immediately.

“Don’t you dare” they say before inhaling sharply as Zenos tugs at their nipple. “Fuck… I want it.”

Their words were coated with shame and yet it only aroused them further. Zenos was no better, the admission was music to his ears. He rewarded them with a thrust of his hips against their clothed pelvis, the friction felt delicious and a breathy sigh escaped their lips with relief.

“Is that you want? You want me to take you right here, sink my cock deep inside you and pound you full of my cum?” He spoke the grip on their neck getting stronger

"Twelve, yes…" they gasped with their remaining breath. Satisfied, Zenos lets go and moves his hand to pull down their bottoms and breeches, exposing them to the soft breeze of the Royal Menagerie.

He removes his gauntlet and presses his bare hand against their folds. He uses two fingers, sliding them upwards gathering the slick arousal that accumulated between their tighs. He brings them to his mouth, tasting his Warrior’s juices. The loss of contact made them groan, especially with this display of his, getting them needier.

“So wet for me, my beast. One would think it would take more to rile up the savior of Eorzia like this” and with that he plunged those fingers inside them without warning, stretching their walls. A desperate moan escapes the hero’s mouth at the sudden invasion. “Are you that eager to have me inside you?”

“Can you just- oh fuck, Zenos…” they gasped when his fingers crooked inside them and reached their sensitive spot “Can you get on with it already?”

“Ah, my beast is so very impatient...” He scissored his way further and decided it was probably good enough, he retrieved his fingers and undid the bottom half of his armor.

They felt the tip of Zenos’ cock against their entrance, Zenos pressing gentle kisses on their face as he pushed inside. They felt so angry at the gentle kisses and signs of affection coming from the prince, but the feeling of his thick member stretching their insides prevented them from complaining, choosing to moan out his name in between gasps instead.

“Still a tight fit, aren’t you? My beautiful prey, you were practically made to take my cock.” how could he say something so degrading and make it sound like the highest praise. He finally bottomed out inside, letting out a deep groan.

“Can’t you just shut the fuck up?” they breathed out hitting his shoulder with a weak punch, which made him grin.

Zenos finally started moving his hips, thrusting inside the Eikon slayer’s tight wet heat. He gripped their ass, his nails digging into the flesh. They wrapped their bare legs around the armored man, the only thing keeping them from falling being the prince’s body. They couldn’t keep quiet even if they wanted to, they were outdoors, the only witnesses to this sinful display being the flowers decorating the garden.

“You look wonderful impaled on my cock, Warrior of Light.” He leaned closer to them, their breath tickling their neck, and his voice resounding right against their ear “You would make a perfect cumdump for me back in the capital…”

That was an awful thing to get turned on by.

“You’d provide me with the strongest litter, my beast, how terrible would it be to carry a bastard Garlean inside your womb right now, hm?” Of course, he noticed that talk aroused them further. “Do you want me to come inside your tight little pussy, breed you with my seed?” They moaned at his thrusts, their cunt twitching with excitement, and struggled a bit with their breath before answering.

“You sick fuck. That- ngh… That sounds absolutely disgusting. I can’t imagine anything worse” They said shaking their head furiously, feeling themselves approaching their climax “Fucking do it.”

Zenos pulled their hair, forcing them to look at his blue eyes as he thrust faster into them. That was it for them, they came screaming Zenos’ name shaking under his grasp, their walls clamped down his dick making the prince come in a few more thrusts. He moaned as he released, his voice uttering ‘mine’, again and again as his cum filled the Warrior of Light.

They both breathlessly held each other, panting against one another. What they did was utterly regrettable and yet they had no regrets.

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nashibirne · 3 years

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My Best Mistake

This is my first try of a Mike fic and I have to admit I haven't seen Hellraiser: Hellworld yet. So all I think to know about Mike is based on fics, gifs and pictures and maybe it's not that accurate but I hope you're gonna like it.

This one-shot was planned as pure smut and not much more but in the process of writing, it turned out to be something completely different. So Mike's not only managed to surprise my OFC but me too.

So here we go....

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Pairing: Mike x OFC

Summary: Girl meets boy at a bar and he doesn't come up to her expectations.

Warnings: Mentioning of death and sex...a tiny little bit of smut at the end

Unbeta'ed. All mistakes are mine. English is not my first language so please expect bad grammar and spelling

Tags: @hell1129-blog @lunedelorient @willkatfanfromasia @inlovewithhisblueeyes @mis-lil-red @agniavateira

I know he is my next mistake the moment I see him coming through the door. It's not his good looks that tell me he's trouble. Not his tall, muscular body, not the cool clothes -Jeans, plain white T-shirt, black leather jacket-, not this very handsome face with the outstanding blue eyes or the thick, dark curls that invite me to run my hands through his hair. It's the smirk, the smug expression, the sly smile, the cockiness he exudes from every pore. This guy is pure swagger, sex on legs...call it what you want, but I'm hooked on him on first sight and I hate the fact that I'm so attracted to such a player, by the bad boy sex appeal he oozes.

When he enters the bar a group of boys and girls, who are sitting in a corner with cosy sofas and lounge chairs placed around a large round table, start cheering and yelling his name.

MIKE

He greets the guys with fist bumps and winks at the girls. Some of them blush under his gaze but none of them seems to be his girlfriend. When he starts telling his friends something that seems to be a longer story -judging by all the giggling of the girls and the laughter of his mates a very funny one- the whole group hangs on his every word. It's obvious that he loves being the center of attention. He knows how good looking and attractive he is, he knows he's the leader of the pack and he wants every single person in this bar to know it too. The physical reaction of my body to him is ridiculous and pathetic. I call myself a feminist, an emancipated woman but I still want this himbo with the caveman aura with every fibre of my body. I know this is a bad idea, I've had my fair share of trouble with this kind of fuckboys. They think they're the greatest but the sex is usually bad and over much too soon and afterwards they treat you like some kind of slut when in fact they are the man whores.

I look at my mobile to check the time. Where the fuck is Emma. We said we'd meet here at 9, now it's almost 9:30 and she's nowhere to be seen. I text her. "Where are you?"

No reaction. I think about leaving but I decide to give her another 15 minutes. I can't help but watch Mike and his friends again. They seem to have a good time. Lots of fun, lots of alcohol. Two girls are making out passionately and the guys applaud and whistle enthusiastically. This is so cliché-ridden, I roll my eyes.

Mike is sitting on the back of one of the sofas, watching the spectacle with a big grin, taking a sip from a bottle of beer from time to time. After a while he starts scanning the room and that's when our eyes meet. His gaze holds mine and when he gives me a wink and a smirk I know he's interested.

I'm not surprised. I know I'm pretty in a conventional way. The all american girl, long blonde hair, lovely face, great boobs, nice ass. It's nothing I'm proud of because I haven't done anything to achieve it. It was given to me by mother nature or god or genetics or whatever and to be honest I consider my looks quite boring, ordinary and replaceable. There are dozens of girls that look exactly like me. But guys like Mikey over there, they like this average kind of beauty. It's exactly what they want and what they get. He's the jock and I'm the cheerleader. He's the hot college athlete and I'm the queen bee. He's the hunter and I'm the prey. I've played this game many times before and I'm sick of it. It's not what I want. I don't want the jocks anymore. I want a smart guy, an intellectual, a feminist, a sophisticated, grown-up man who's interested in politics, arts, books. But that's not what I get because these guys are interested in the girls with an unconventional beauty, with a remarkable style. They want extraordinary women, smart women, independent women. Not a random bimbo like me.

I flinch when my phone starts to vibrate in my hand. It's Emma calling. Her car broke down and now she's waiting for the breakdown service. She won't make it.

I take a deep breath and try to ignore the guy at the other end of the bar who's been seeking my attention since the moment I've arrived.

I need to pee. I get up and head to the restrooms and I know Mike is watching me. I give him a flirtatious smile when I pass him and his friends and I can feel his gaze on my backside, lingering on my butt and my long legs.

When I return he waits for me. He leans against the bar casually, right beside the barstool with my jacket on it, a lopsided smile on his pretty face.

I know I should grab my things and leave but I don't. There's something about the way he looks me up and down that turns me on. And there's something in his eyes that makes me wonder if I misjudged him. If I was being led on by my own prejudices.

I sit down and give him a quick look before I lower my eyes. That's the game. He's going to make the first move. Or at least he wants to be given the feeling that he is.

"Hi. I'm Mike." he says and I turn to him. His smile is bright and very confident.

I smile back and bat my long lashes. "Hi. I'm Sarah. Nice to meet you, Marc."

"No, it's Mike." he says, leaning in to make me understand him better. He's very close now. "Mike. Like in Magic Mike." he says with a smirk. His lips are amazing.

"Oh. I see." I giggle and I hate that I know how to play this game so damn well.

"So why is a beauty like you sitting at the bar in a place like this all on her own?"

"I was waiting for my friend, but her car broke down so she can't make it."

"So you need someone to keep you company, huh." Mike asks and he cocks his head looking at me like a lost puppy.

"Actually I was just about to leave." I say with a fake-shy smile.

"Great idea." He reaches into the pocket of his jacket, gets out some bills and places them on the bar beside my empty glass of beer. "Let's go." He takes my hand and tries to drag me from my chair. I can't help but laugh.

"This is crazy. I don't even know you. Why would I leave with you?"

"Because you need a good adventure and some fun. I can see the sadness in your eyes. I can take it away."

I'm speechless for a moment. How does he know this? There is this sadness deep inside of me but I'm sure it doesn't show in my eyes because no one has ever told me before. In all the time that's passed since my dad died nobody has realized that I'm still mourning.

"Come with me."

"You could be a serial killer." I say though I already know that I'm going to leave with him.

"I'm not. You can trust me."

Strangely enough that's exactly what I do.

"What about your friends?"

"They can do without me. And they're not really my friends." He shrugs.

"And what are they?"

"Just...people I know and hang out with." Mike says and it sounds like a question.

I hop off my chair and put on my jacket.

"Ok then...let's go."

****

I hesitate when we're standing in front of his pick-up truck.

"What's wrong." Mike looks at me.

"What about 'Don't drink and drive'?" I say with a frown.

"Don't worry. I've only had lite beer. Alcohol-free."

I snort. "Guys like you don't drink lite beer."

"Guys like me?"

I don't know how to answer and just shrug.

"See, I don't know what you think to know about 'guys like me', but I lost my best friend to that kind of shit. He caused an accident when he was drunk and he and two other people died. So I don't drink when I drive." A sad look crosses his face for a split second.

"That's dreadful. I'm sorry."

Now Mike's the one who shrugs it off and I know now how he's detected my sadness. He hides just the same feelings.

"Hop on." He says grinning and I obey.

Minutes later we're heading down the freeway right into sunset.

"Where are we going?" I like his truck, it's surprisingly tidy and somehow cosy.

"I don't know. Where do you want to go?"

He gives me a smile and starts fumbling with the radio until some music starts playing. It's 'Promise me' by Badflower. God, I love this song. It makes me happy and sad at the same time.

"You said you can take away the sadness."

"You want me to make you happy?" His smirk is lewd and oh so sexy. I bite my lip.

"So this is just about sex?" I ask a little disappointed. "You took me away from the bar just for sex? We could have had that in the parking lot or in the restrooms."

Mike seems to be surprised. "You would have fucked me in the restrooms?"

I roll my eyes before turning away to stare out of the window.

"Hey, I was just teasing you. Don't be mad." He touches my arm gently and when I look at him he gives me those puppy dog eyes again and I can't help but laugh.

"So where are you taking me, Mike?"

"You really want to forget about that sadness?"

"What I want is peace of mind." I say with a deep sigh.

"Then I know just the perfect place." He smiles at me and gives my cheek a tender stroke before he hits the gas and we race into the night.

20 minutes later Mike turns off the freeway onto a small dirt road where he parks the truck. We get out of the car and I take a look around. We're in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but trees and darkness. I start doubting my sanity. Is this really a good idea? I have no clue where I am, actually no one besides Mike knows where I am, and I'm with a complete stranger plus I have no idea what he's up to. And yet I feel good. Reckless and excited. Maybe this is some kind of subconscious death wish. I hear Mike rustling on the backseat. He's stuffing something into a sports bag and I hope it's not his serial killer basic equipment.

"Come on, Sarah. Let's go." He takes my hand and I follow him though I know I shouldn't.

"Where are we? Where are we going, Mike?"

"Into the void." He answers without looking at me. Instead he gives my hand a tender squeeze and I get goosebumps all over my body.

A few minutes later we're standing in front of a large chain-link fence that's topped with barbed wire.

"What now?"

Mike grins at me and starts searching through the bag. He rakes out a large tool.

"Now we get in."

"Wait? Is that a bolt cutter?"

"Sure, or would you prefer to climb?"

"Mike, there's a big sign that says "No trespassing". We can't do this. What if we get caught?" I start to panic. "This is illegal."

Mike doesn't seem to be impressed by my objections. He starts cutting the fence calmly and skillfully and it dawns on me that he doesn't do this for the first time.

"Mike!" I tug on his jacket. "Stop it. This is insane. We're gonna get arrested."

He stops and turns around to face me.

"I'm already done. Don't worry, baby. I know who's the owner of the land. He's not in town. It's gonna be alright." He leans in and gives me a sweet kiss. No tongue. All I feel is his gorgeous lips and the heat that arises within me. It's a tender kiss. Gentle but also sexy. Innocent but yet promising.

He pulls away and smirks before he turns to the fence and holds the make-shift gate, that he has cut into it, open for me.

"Come on."

I hesitate but finally I squeeze through the hole. He shoulders the bag and follows me. After only a few minutes of walking down a beaten path we hear rustling sounds and footsteps.

"Stop! Whoever is there. Stop. Now!"

We stop in our tracks and Mike drags me down. We crouch behind a large bush and he lays his index finger on my lips to shush me.

Flashlight shines through the darkness and the footsteps come closer. I stare at Mike, scared and bewildered.

"You said the owner's not around." I whisper as quietly as possible.

"That's not the owner. It's security." Mike whispers back.

"Security? What the fuck, Mike... "

"I promised you adventure." He gives me a wink and I wonder how he manages to stay so calm when we're just about to get arrested or worse.

"Who's there? This is private property. Get out."

The voice is close now.

Mike takes my hand and brings his mouth close to my ear. "Get up and run." he whispers. "On three." I have no time to contradict.

He squeezes my hand. One. Two. Three.

We get up and start to run. Into the forest. Into the darkness. Into our adventure.

"Hey!" Security guy yells at us and we can hear that he's trying to follow us but we're too fast for him. We run like a bat out of hell, pushing through the undergrowth. After a few minutes, when we're sure that we've shaken off our pursuer, we stop and lean against a large tree, panting and completely out of breath. I haven't felt so alive in years.

We look at each other and we burst out laughing frantically.

"You're fast for a girl." Mike says, still laughing.

"College track- and field team. I'm fast and strong. Is that a problem?" I say with a big grin.

"No. I like strong women." He gives me a wink.

I flinch when I hear a branch break behind us. "Do you think he will keep looking for us?"

Mike shakes his head. "Nope. He doesn't get paid enough to make such kind of extra efforts. He's already back on his perch, watching porn on his cell, eating donuts and drinking beer. Believe me."

I cock my head and look at him with a frown. "How can you be so sure?"

Mike wiggles his eyebrows but I get no answer.

"Come on. It's still a few minutes to go."

The few minutes turn out to be at least half an hour. I'm just about to complain when we reach a big glade and suddenly we have a clear view of a big, dark lake that is surrounded by the woods from three sides. The clearing we've just reached is the only way to approach this beautiful stretch of water. Moonlight illuminates the dreamlike scene. I'm amazed.

"Wow. This is fantastic."

Mike just smiles at me and starts to flatten out a large blanket that must have been in his bag.

"Come. Sit with me."

I plop down right beside him. My arms wrapped around my knees I stare at the smooth surface of the dark waters. It calms me down immediately. Mike sits beside me, his long legs stretched out. We don't speak and we are surrounded by complete silence. There are no sounds. No traffic noise, no birds twittering, no wind that rustles through the trees. Only our soft breathing that soothes me even further. This is the kind of peace I've been looking for for so long. I lay down on my back and look at the sky. There are no clouds but what seems to be a million stars. We're literally lying under the Milky Way.

"This is beyond beautiful." I whisper after a while. Mike lays down beside me. He takes my hand but he keeps looking at the starlit sky.

"I know. It's my secret place. I go here often when my thoughts get too loud. It calms me down. That's why I thought it might give you some peace of mind."

"It does." I turn to look at him. "So who's the owner?"

He gives me a cheeky smile. "My father."

"Are you kidding me?" I start laughing.

"No. He's a lumber merchant, owns a lumber mill and a lot of land. These woods are his assets."

"Then why the fuck did we have to creep through a hole in the fence and run away from the security guy?" I shake my head in disbelief.

"Well, let's just say we don't get along so well lately."

"What happened?"

"I threw a huge party in one of his cabins in the woods. It got a little out of hand and ended with a forest fire, a report to the police and lots of trouble."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah." Mike starts laughing. "Biggest pile of shit I've ever caused. So now I have to sneak in to visit my favorite places. And this lake is the best of all."

"Yes. It's beautiful. So dark and enchanted somehow but not frightening. It's simply..."

"Romantic?" Mike looks me in the eyes and butterflies start flapping their wings in my belly.

"Yes." Is all I'm able to whisper.

Mike clears his throat and recites a poem I've never heard before.

"Along the shore the cloud waves break,

The twin suns sink beneath the lake,

The shadows lengthen

In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,

And strange moons circle through the skies,

But stranger still is

Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,

Where flap the tatters of the King,

Must die unheard in

Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead;

Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed

Shall dry and die in

Lost Carcosa."

"This is beautiful." I say surprised. "What's it called?"

"It's from the book 'The King in Yellow" by Robert W. Chambers. The poem's called "Cassilda's Song""

"You're interested in literature and poetry?" I've really misjudged this guy.

"Well, to be honest, this place from the poem -Carcosa- it's mentioned in 'True Detective'. The TV show. You know it?"

"No, I don't." I shake my head.

"Really? It's a must-see. Matthew Mc Conaughey, Woody Harrelson. We can binge it tomorrow at my place. If you want to."

"Sure."

"Well, anyway...I was kind of fascinated by this Carcosa thing and I looked it up on google and I found out about Chamber's book and then I read it and I really love it because it so morbid and dark and beautiful and especially Cassilda's Song reminds me of this place so much. This is my Carcosa. Dark, lost and strange but peaceful and soothing at the same time. It's good and bad, dark and light, sadness and joy. Like me."

His voice is barely a whisper now and I suddenly have a lump in my throat. The sadness in his eyes is killing me and I can see that he's close to tears.

I smile at him and touch his cheek. He turns to me and we kiss. Long, slow kisses. Sloppy. Sexy. Sensual. Intense. When we make love later that night on that itchy blanket under a sky full of stars, I know I've been wrong. When I scratch my nails into his back when he makes me come, when he sighs my name when he gets off, when we talk for hours afterwards, cuddled up to each other, waiting for the sunrise, making plans for the new day, I know he's the best mistake I've ever made.

#henry cavill #cavillry #henry cavill fanfic #mike hellraiser #mike x ofc #mike hellraiser x ofc

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everafterkeiji · 3 years

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Song: Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

Summary: Hanamaki finally seals your fate by proposing to you- with a crappy ring that is.

Pairings: Takahiro Hanamaki x fem! reader

Word count: 6.9k

Genre: absolute fluff and crack, curse words

A/N: not me screaming when i had this idea, I've never felt more single in my life- brb bawling my eyes out- also let's pretend their in the same classes✋

Well, fate isn't something to be entirely trusted upon and neither should Hanamaki.

"Aw, shit."

He cusses when you bump into him, considering his incredibly tall figure, you were caught off guard on who you even crashed into. A small clink sound lands on the floor as you immediately face the boy who was looking at the ground, quite weirdly searching his pockets.

"Sorry- wait you're Hanamaki right?" You asked him, familiar with his hair color. You've seen him play countless of times due to the support of the school for each of their games yet you've never been this close with him. With his state, you immediately question what's got him so frantic.

He eyes the pen that was dead on the floor and he pouts before crouching down to reach it before he dusts off the dirt on it. He opens the cap of it before mindlessly writing on his hand and frowning even more when the ink didn't held its usual consistency- every stroke of a word had it loosing its pigment.

"Man, 'Kawas gonna kill me." He sighs before putting his hands and pen in his pocket as he looks at you surprised. How can he dismiss that he'd bump into you? He immediately bows in a way to apologize to you, completely forgetting that you were the one to hit him.

You knew he was pertaining to the well known setter but you were solely confused in what he was so worried about. Looking at the pen in his pocket, you saw how the ink was full but there were black spillage in the inside. You raise your eyebrow in confusion.

Did he just drop a new pen?

"I'm sorry I dropped your pen- I can let you borrow mine." You propose to him as he takes the pen in his hands admiring it like a wound in someone's arm. Seeing how you were scrambling in your bag to reach for your pencil case, his eyes sparkled at how it contained numerous pens, highlighters and mechanical pencils.

"Looking at the murder you caused, I'm simply asking for more than one pen then."

You tilt your head in curiosity but instead you opened your pencil case as he digs his hand in there picking three pens making you want to scoff at how he picked the gel pens that were your favorite. He looked at each one, writing on his palm if everything was working. He raises an eyebrow at you making you question if this was a fever dream because of how random it was- he acted like he was in a stationary section and it benefitted him that this particular section was free.

He then takes your hand causing you to internally yelp at his actions. Your eyes trail to what he was writing, you noticed it was his name instead. You look up at him as he smiled. Once he finishes writing, he extends his hand out while with the other hand held a pen ready for you to take.

"What's your name?" He asks processing on your features and asking himself why he's seen you dozens of times yet he's yet to get your name.

"Y/N." You say as he gestures for his hand as if telling you to write it. Somewhat following your instincts, you write your name on his hand. After it, he peeks the spelling of it and then casually shakes your hand as introduction.

"See you around, Y/N! You saved my ass with those pens so I guess I owe you one."

"Those are expensive."

"Now hold on there-"

That was how you met and the universe couldn't even joke about how they put you two together.

Now here you two are, invested in a stare off as Matsukawas sleepy eyes often switch his gaze between you and his best friend.

"Makki, it's in a week."

"I specifically remember it's the week after that."

"You two are hopeless." Issei comments making you laugh as Makki pouts at how you agreed with him. Nevertheless, Matsukawa leans his head on his arm ready to fall asleep at any moment. You return to arranging your notes while Makki twirls a pen in his hands while glancing at you once in a while.

Truth be told, it seems that fate still worked its way to the both of you. Ever since your-rather unique- encounter, a friendship was bound to happen. He surely made an impression on you and how could you miss to not be around him? Soon enough, you were also introduced to his teammates and you disliked how it strengthened your bond with him. There was comfort in his presence and to see him fool around with his teammates always radiated an amazing energy between you and him.

You also wanted to thank Oikawa for being somewhat the reason your conversation led to where you are now.

"What'd the pen do to make you this- scared?" You asked as he puts both hands behind his head, leaning on the seat.

"It's a scary pen when it belongs to Oikawa." You turn to him confused as you rest your chin on the palm of your hand, ears perking up at how interesting it was.

"You're telling me you don't own a single pen and you always borrow Oikawas?" He scoffs with a smile before looking at you.

"Of course I bring pens, it's just better if it was from him." You let out a loud laugh, finding it hard to believe this was the sole reason Oikawa would commit murder on him. Hanamaki smiles at the sound of your laugh before shaking his head, at awe at the situation.

It was a coincidence how Oikawa always found a way to strike a nerve to Hanamaki when you visit them in the gym. He knew that beyond his teammates calm composure was a boy who undoubtedly likes you. Ever since Hanamaki returned the pen to him, he knew it wasn't his and in his mind, he asked himself who could've lent him a pen, more so that he had three brand new ones.

So when he sees you tagging beside him, he's taken his first lead to figure the two of you out. After a few more observations, he's convinced that you two were just blind to the feelings that were lingering around.

He's told Iwaizumi about it but all he got was a lecture on how he should let Hanamaki take it easy with asking you out. Which he also argued since it was taking too long, making Iwaizumi land him a smack to the head.

He had his boundaries, maybe not for himself, but for his friends he was more than willing to wait for this relationship to come together.

"So- a date? That's cool right? I mean arcades and shit."

"Makki, you're a loser."

"Arcades are awesome shut up."

"Yeah, for sure. Like Y/N is interested in 'arcades and shit'." Mattsun chuckles as Hanamaki lets out another pout as he sinks in his bed.

"I mean- we've gone on hang outs, she likes them anyway!" He argues making Mattsun shake his head with an amused smirk on his lips.

"So you're telling me you've actually had dates with her then?" Issei asks as Hanamaki shrugs making the other boy groan at the lack of response. Hanamaki raises his head, pursing his lips at the actual thought.

You have actually gone on multiple dates with him. If you could even call it that. To Makki, he thought they were just subtle friendly things but he realizes how he's actually grown some fondness in each place.

"Y/N no I'm telling you- if I were the mastermind, we'd be successful." He argues before taking a sip from his drink. You rolled your eyes as you let your mind ran through the scenarios of having a heist with him and the boys.

You two just finished a heist movie and now you had to endure Makkis fantasies of how it would go down if the characters were him and the rest of the volleyball team. He was so invested in it that you actually had an entire plot and characterization for each teammate.

He argued that he'd be the best mastermind to ever conjure a plan for a heist. A stealthy ninja is what he says he mimics. You tried to argue that Iwaizumi would be good at it, since you noticed how responsible and at control he was but it had Hanamaki listing his reasons.

"No one would ever notice me! Because you know what- their attention would be on Oikawa! Then boom, get in the getaway car with a shit ton of money and thanks to who? Me of course." You let out a laugh making him stop his occupied thoughts to take a look at you. He adores the sound of it too much, especially since he was the usual cause of it. He sees the way you were wiping your eyes with the scenarios he'd told you.

Then your laughter slowly fades when you started to eat again as Makki admires you and how you've effortlessly got his mind to set more dates just to see you this happy.

You look up from your previous position, looking at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Wait, where am I in the heist then?"

He looks at you, almost blurting out the initial idea he had for you in this specific role.

Honestly, I'd spend the money on you. Take you anywhere you wanted to go, Y/N.

That was what he wanted to say but his mouth translated it to a different saying.

"You could die-"

"Makki!" You shouted playfully, ruffling his hair. He laughs but unknowingly, his hand lands on top of yours when you sat back down.

"Excuse you, I can be a good distraction and assistance for action." You commented making him scoff.

"Yeah like you'd be able to hold a gun for a second."

"Please, I had Oikawa beg me to delete a photo of him."

"Okay maybe you are powerful."

You laughed once again, not even feeling how right it was for you to be holding hands like this. It felt comforting yet it brought your heart to speed up like it was in a marathon. You wondered if Makki felt the same, or was this another act of friendliness?

"I wouldn't want you to get hurt though." He whispers, making you smile and blush at the same time. As if it was another point on the score board for how many times he's had your heart go on a frenzy.

"Well, that's what the great mastermind is for right? To keep us safe and succeed?" You say, making him give a gentle squeeze to your hand, as you glanced down on them enjoying the way it looked.

As if I'm gonna let anyone lay a hand on you, Y/N. You're safe with me always.

After a few sly times where he'd hold your hand while you crossed the street or even tugging on your jacket when passing through a huge crowd so he doesn't lose you, he's realized he would absolutely drop the stars for you. He doesn't know whether he should feel terrified because of how he could put your friendship at risk but then he feels- almost relieved that the first person he could ever love is you.

It shouldn't even be difficult to ask you to hang out. You'd usually respond a second after he asks you, it's not even that big of a deal.

Now it's different.

He's finally gotten a clutch on his feelings and he thinks about his next moves. He often just let things happen, loving the way the moments just flowed naturally and perfect in some way but now he's choosing his words since he didn't plan on confessing in such a dorky way- especially when he just says it out loud without proper practice.

"Why don't you ask Oikawa for help then?" Issei suggests making the boy shake his head at the thought already.

"Do you know how much blackmail that idea comes with? He'll never live it down." Hanamaki says as he scrolled through his phone, almost frowning at the thought of humiliation coming from their captain.

"C'mon! He knows a lot of shit about flirting and dates! Maybe even help you in confessing, idiot."

He thinks about that deeply. Each member of the team would have completely diverse answers. As of the mean time, the only proper suggestions he'd get is from Iwaizumi, Oikawa and Mattsun. Though Mattsun has given him plenty of advices, he knew Oikawa was at the top for someone's idea of romance. The man has fangirls, he's obviously heard and experienced many hopeless romantic scenes in his life.

Iwaizumi would've actually been a lot of help knowing the guy is very good at maintaining control and responsibility. He'd give the proper date ideas, the mood to set. He looked like the perfect blueprint for Hanamaki to copy. He also believed that Iwaizumi would think nothing of these advices so it's a win-win if you ask him.

"Right, okay. I got this."

"Why me though?" Iwaizumi asks as Hanamaki spikes another ball.

"Look Iwa- I genuinely trust your judgment more. I just need help." Iwaizumi chuckles before collecting another ball.

"Fine fine. Just meet me after practice."

Hanamaki cheers when he hears him, even smiling now that he can figure out a way to show you how much he likes you.

Sure, he's doing it unintentionally sometimes. Tiny signs that should show you how he is absolutely in love with you. He'd show this in various ways as well. It comes as an instinct in some way. He'd hit you with a "let's have lunch" and you'd gladly accept. Mattsun has pointed out that Makki has already made a move on you countless of times but it had Makki questioning the depths of being friendly and going through courting you.

You haven't even made things official yet these so-called dates had your classmates wondering how your relationship started, even if it hasn't. Makki would always lean his head on your shoulder during lunch, to rest his brain from the lessons. For you, it's nothing. Makki has always been like this after you got comfortable with each other. This affectionate side of him even had Mattsun wonder why on Earth would he ask for help when he clearly doesn't need it.

The three of you are now seated in a lecture, boredom crossing your minds but Mattsun's mind was rattled by Hanamaki. After their conversation about asking help from Oikawa, he thought that Makki would actually go through the plan. Looking back on his motives with you, he just doesn't see a reason why he needs assistance from the setter. He can handle this all on his own, so scribbling down on a piece of paper, he throws it to Hanamaki who awakens by the action.

Hanamaki yawns as he opens the crumpled paper, his eyes widening and cheeks heating at the group of words.

'You can literally just confess to her now, even without shittykawa.'

He glares at Mattsun while the other boy shrugs with an expression that says "seriously, it's not that deep." He huffs before grabbing a pen and replying to his previous statement, then throwing it again.

'Try confessing to the girl you like during a lecture, Sherlock.'

Mattsun chuckles as Makki crosses his arms in front of his chest. His eyes land on you, who is fixated on the lecture. He smiles softly at the idea of a date with you, but this faint moment was ruined when Mattsun directly throws the ball of paper to Hanamakis face, earning a chuckle from some of his classmates.

He opens with eyebrows furrowed, annoyed at the shot.

'Not now dumbass, after classes. Just go up to her and say you like her, it's that easy dude.'

Hanamaki turns to him mocking his words while Mattsun rolls his eyes as Makki writes again. As he was about to throw the paper in Mattsuns direction, a student raised their hand hitting the paper and it suddenly landed on the floor beside you instead. The boys had their eyes widen as you saw the paper.

In a flash, Hanamaki picks up the piece of paper before you could grab a hold of it and you let out a gasp when he suddenly appeared in front of you. You blinked at him as he slowly walked away, wide eyed, to avoid conflict with the teacher.

You and Mattsun share a look together as you looked away, utterly speechless at what just happened. When you looked away, Mattsun hides his laughter by stuffing his face in his arm as Makkis cheeks never grew out of its red shade.

Meanwhile, Mattsun finally held a memory that he can never forget.

"It's not a big deal. You guys have been friends for so long. I don't think Y/N would mind." Iwaizumi comments making Hanamaki silent.

Can you really feel the same way?

A year of knowing you- should that be enough to fall in this deep? Is there even a requirement before someone can confess? Because in a span of time knowing you, there wasn't a moment where he regretted anything. He could thank the universe for one stupid pen, maybe even Oikawa. Everything that led to where you are now, he's never been more contented in his life.

During movies, your favorite spot was to lean your head on his shoulder. To just sling your arm around his waist on the way home, holding his hand while walking through crowds, it just fits. No matter where you were, what you were doing with him, it seemed like there wasn't an extra space in the puzzle pieces, it all connected.

But you two couldn't figure it out for yourselves.

"Well, does every confession need some sort of grand gesture?" He asks Iwaizumi. The ace bites his lips before kicking a rock on the path he was walking on.

"I don't really know. What does Y/N like anyway?"

"Hopefully me." Hanamaki jokes, but he deeply wanted it to be real. He figures if all of this asking for help was going to guarantee him something good, better yet, a yes from your lips. But first, he had to answer Iwaizumis question.

"She likes simple things- you know how she likes it when I like hold her stuff and all? She also likes those weird food thingys at one date-or hang out we had- you know that scent that reminds you of a romance movie-"

"Makki, you know her this well and you're nervous for nothing. I'm sure that she'll love whatever you do- you're friends for a reason." Iwaizumi says making Hanamaki sigh, hearing those words again.

"Exactly! That's the problem. Fuck- I can't even act like I don't like her. Am I being too obvious or friendly? I don't know where the line ends or starts. I shouldn't get nervous cause it's her- she doesn't care what I do- she's happy with whatever but I just want it to be.. perfect." He rants and ends it with a tired sigh. God, he was getting frustrated. At this point his feelings were overwhelming him, he just needed an outlet for it.

He can't just act like the sight of your smile doesn't make him smile as well, or even just seeing your sleepy state when you walk into class. If his heart didn't flutter whenever you were around, maybe by then you couldn't call it admiration but he just fell and there wasn't a way to stop him.

He didn't wanna stop either.

"Mattsun." You say as Mattsun lets out another laugh as you roll your eyes. It was after practice and since Takahiro couldn't walk you home because he told you he had to talk to Iwaizumi about something, Issei was the one to walk you home.

"This is gold." He states making you shove him a bit. He smiles when he sees you pout. This is where he decides. He could literally say how Hanamaki was asking him for advices like you are right now, but a side of him just wants to see what Makki could do. It was all too funny for him, even if hated how oblivious you two were.

If Hanamaki was falling for you with each day, you did the same. It was inescapable. You met him during second year and the fact that he had you tugging on your heart strings, it was something you can't ignore.

"What exactly are you doing?"

"I'm studying, 'Hiro. What's up?" You asked him as he raised an eyebrow at you. You stopped writing to look at him fully.

"We're at a mall." He states like you didn't know. It was bizarre to go to a mall cafe and your purpose was to study when you were with the spontaneous Hanamaki. That's on you for getting distracted on your strict teachers subject.

"Yes, Makki. I know that." He lets out a pft then takes the notebook of yours, closing it. Even putting on the caps of your pens and placing them back in your pen pouch. He also grabs your bag and placing all of those items inside.

You didn't stop him though. You've had enough with 'studying either way'. You'd die if saw how you weren't even taking notes, you were actually writing about how beautiful his eyes were. You were just purely lucky that he didn't care what you were writing because he thought it was about school.

"Happy now?" You asked him as he nods with a childish grin.

"Super. Let's go, cutie." Your eyes widened with his statement so you turn your head away to sling the backpack on your shoulder but he stops you before you could.

He removes his hoodie and hands it to you, making you stare at him.

"What for?"

"It's hot- well duh it's cold, Y/N. C'mon I wanna go to cinema. " He says nonchalantly as you take the hoodie and wear it. What causes you to stop midway was when he pulled down your blouse to prevent it from rising up when you wore his jacket. After placing your arms in, you blushed at minimal gesture.

It made Hanamaki let out a cough, when he did it like a reflex, not even thinking about it.

"Cutie huh?" You teased making him roll his eyes, though he was thankful that you broke the silence.

"Yeah no shut it."

There were many more memories that could list out why you liked him but maybe they just held the same reason.

"Leave him a note then if you can't say it in person." Mattsun suggests, even though he wishes he could've said something else. He doesn't know if that was a good suggestion or not. This could ruin whatever Makki was planning on doing. He should ask him about his plan later on so he can tell you what not to do in order for his best friend to succeed.

You reached the front of your house as you gave Issei a hug, to thank him. He pats your hair as your pull away from him.

"Hey, you've got this. It's you and Makki." He says smiling, assuring you. You nod at him as you sent a wave, him doing the same then walking away.

When you entered your room, your phone rang. Seeing Makkis name light up your room had you answering it in a heartbeat.

"Makki, what's up?"

"Hey, I just called to say I'm sorry I couldn't walk you home today. " He says running his fingers through his hair. He did want to walk with you but he trusted Mattsun. He couldn't waste the time Iwaizumi gave him for advice.

"It's fine, 'Hiro. Mattsun and I are fine." He smiles at what you said, while you left your phone on the nightstand you decided to change out of your uniform. While Makki decides on what to say next.

"Hey Y/N?" He calls for you, once you were done dressing up, you took the phone lying down on your bed.

"Yeah?"

"Wanna go out, for real this time?"

"I'm gonna go sleep." He says, biting his tongue, despising how he couldn't say it. He hears you yawn on the other end of the line.

"That's a lie but night Makki Makki!" You said chuckling as his ears turned red at the nickname. He shakes his head with a smile.

"Goodnight, dumbie."

"Hey! I called you a decent nickname."

"Wow okay then. Goodnight, princess."

Hold up, he said what?

I said that?

He quickly ends the call before you could let out a comment on what he just said. A wave of panic rushes to him not knowing your reaction. You covered your face with the pillows the surrounded you, letting out a frustrated scream.

Fuck.

The morning comes and Hanamakis heart was racing like he going to attend a deadly match but in reality he was just going to confess. He's set all the things that he needed for today, mostly the materials but he himself wasn't nearly as ready.

He's going to wear a uniform. How the fuck do you make that look presentable and polished? Should he wear a new hoodie for you to wear afterwards? Just- how?

He's been staring at himself for too long then he hears his parents call for him saying that Mattsukawa was at his front porch. He sighs before grabbing his bag and heading out of his room.

"So you ready?" Issei asks as Hanamaki shrugs. He wanted it to end right away but then again he wants things to slow down while he sees your reaction when does it.

"Fuck no. Iwaizumi helped me with a few things, he said something about gifts so I searched for some." Mattsukawa nods, as he thinks about what you were up to. Can it actually happen now? The two idiots would finally have the guts to confess on the same day?

"Honestly, this will be very entertaining. What time?"

"I was thinking kind of like after school." He says making Mattsukawa agree with him. It benefits the both of you. Never in a rush to admit, it could also give Makki some time to accomplish some of his plans.

"Do you think it'll go ok?" Hanamaki asks, almost nervous for his answer. Mattsukawa only smiles, knowing the possible ending.

"Yeah."

Betrayer. Oikawa thinks.

He lets out a pout of annoyance and when he spots you, he immediately walks over to you before Hanamaki could.

"Morning Oikawa! Have you seen-"

"Y/N-chan! I'll walk you to class today!" He says sweetly making you question in what was going on. He sees you peer your head over his shoulder, looking for Hanamaki which made him scoot a bit so your vision was blocked. Realizing that Hanamaki probably hasn't arrived yet, you shrugged.

"Okay, Tooru."

As Oikawa slings his arm around your shoulder, he could feel Takahiros stare as he walked with you. Even Iwaizumi had to double take on what he just saw.

"What's with him?" Hanamaki asks, feeling a slight burn in his heart when he sees you laughing with the pretty setter.

"I don't know, maybe he's just bugging her." Iwaizumi comments, making Makki roll his eyes. Mattsun takes notice of his behavior and lets out a chuckle.

"Aww, seriously. It's Oikawa! He's not going to steal your girl." Hanamaki blushes at his words and the boys eye his reaction, making them laugh at the change. Makki rolls his eyes before letting out a sigh, an act as if to reassure himself that things would go according to plan.

When Makki enters the room and meets your eyes, you already flash him a smile gesturing for him to seat with them. Oikawa sends a glare in his way making Mattsun lazily raise an eyebrow to the setter. Oikawa turns his attention to you once again, his chin on his palm as he stares at you.

"You're so pretty Y/N-chan! Wouldn't want that to go to waste do we?" Your ears couldn't really believe what you just heard. A sea of gasps echoed through the room when the compliment left Oikawas mouth. Murmurs of how luck you were started to spread and Makki was stood frozen.

"Flirting with my best friend isn't cute, shittykawa." Hanamaki comments, a distinct tone in his voice that didn't sound all too jokingly. The word best friend rings in your head as you actually felt a strike to your heart with his words.

How can you confess like this when you're down to rejection?

You felt like Hanamaki gave you a wake up call. Is this really the farthest you could go? Just friends? You let out a sigh, suddenly throwing away your previous plans of admitting your feelings for him. You gripped the pen in your hand as you tried not to be controlled by the pain.

Mattsukawa sees how your hand was trembling, replaying what Makki said, he nudges the boy next to him who was busy giving a cold shoulder to Oikawa. Mattsukawa prays that Hanamaki realizes what he just said.

Hanamaki feels the harsh nudge of his best friend making him look your way, a downcast evident in your features. Before he could ask you what's got you upset, the teacher walks in making Oikawa and Iwaizumi leave. Oikawa passes by Hanamaki making the tension even more noticeable.

Mattsukawa grips Hanamakis arm, to stop his mouth from sending a snarky comment and to hold him back from a glare. Hanamaki sits in his usual place as he ponders on what's gotten you this down. Was it Oikawa? What did he tell you? Could it be something that included him?

He sincerely hopes it doesn't involve him or else his hearts going to keep aching with jealousy.

What the fuck?

That was the only question that lingered in Hanamakis head.

Throughout the day, he figured that he'd be able to avoid you without you knowing what he was doing but instead, he found himself getting distracted in the fact that you sat with Oikawa between breaks. He couldn't even focus where to put the gifts in, he's totally forgotten about his locker and the possibility of you finding about it makes him panic.

He just hated how he feels the envy consume him. It took him a while to not give in to it. He had to continue, if he didn't- he would cower away. He wasn't going to waste another chance because of Oikawa, he can promise you that.

"You think Oikawa knew something? Maybe he's actually stalling you." Mattsukawa suggests, to remind Hanamaki that he was sure the setter isn't a barrier to his plans.

"He said something to her- I just know it. She's distant with me." He says tiredly, Iwaizumi leans on his arm to whisper to Hanamaki.

"Maybe he figured out you were going to confess." Iwaizumi says shrugging, Hanamaki shakes his head.

Are you turning him down then if this was real?

A way to softly push him away and tell him that your friendship mattered more?

If this was the case, he's leading his heart to a trap.

And it went like this until Makki had to confront Oikawa, sick of the change in you. It was practice time so he had the setter to himself. He knew you were waiting for him so he decided to take matters into his own hands.

He just wanted to be yours already.

"Oikawa, what did you tell her?" He asks quietly. Even if his heart held its beat because of jealousy, he's sure that the boy he was talking to had no interest in you the same way he has. Oikawa has never shown you signs of love or any affection at all. Sure, it was fun to be around him but he looked at you as a friend, a company he can find comfort in but who's to say Makki doesn't feel nervous?

"I didn't tell her anything what are you talking about?" The boy answers making Makki sigh.

"She's avoiding me. It doesn't make sense then." Oikawa raises an eyebrow at Takahiros expression. He looked so- distraught. It starts to sink in him how the lack of your presence takes a toll on his friend and there was the tiny ounce of regret that hits his mind.

When he sees Hanamaki open his locker to reveal a boquet of flowers, his eyes widen. He then closes them immediately, cursing himself for the misunderstanding.

"Isn't that what you were supposed to give Aika?" He asks, his throat dwelling with nervousness. Hanamaki furrows his eyebrows, evidently confused in how their classmate who he is even close to, got dragged into the situation.

"What-"

"Shit."

"Oikawa!"

I hate running.

He says to himself whie doing it, he's never ran this fast before. God, now everything was at rush. He had to pack his things immediately, make sure the sweat didn't cling to him like it did. He even had to rummage through his locker to make sure everything was inside his bag. Mattsukawa was also frantic. Iwaizumi was calm enough to knock some sense into Oikawa after Hanamaki tells the news on what exactly happened.

So here he was running to your neighborhood, flowers and all because he'd be dumb enough to be the guy in Oikawas misunderstood scenario.

"Oikawa!"

"Wait okay fuck I'm sorry- I might have heard something wrong earlier." He says, a hand to the back of his neck. Hanamaki isn't sure if he should feel relieved that Oikawa doesn't have any admiration towards or feel the fucking rage to strangle him for whatever led to this.

"What exactly did you hear anyway?"

"I can't just give the flowers to Aika. I can't act like an admirer of hers, I have to confess to her myself." Hanamaki says sighing as Iwaizumi and Mattsukawa nods.

Oikawa turns his back on the trio as he frowns at the idea of you and Hanamaki not being a couple. It seems that his friendly gestures didn't actually hold anything else, he'd fallen for Aika instead. Though he feels slightly pissed that Hanamaki led you on in some sort of way.

Once he sees you, he immediately goes your way in order for you to not witness the heartbreak that was about to unfold.

"Oikawa, I was planning to confess to Y/N. Mattsukawa suggested that I try to give her the flowers anonymously at first by letting Aika bring it to her but like I said, I didn't wanna look like an unknown loser." Hanamaki lets out a puff of annoyance as Oikawa rests his hand on the boys shoulder, now that tiny ounce of guilt grew and grew.

"I'm really really sorry, Makki." He says sincerely, Hanamaki sighs before nodding at Oikaws, accepting his apology knowing Iwaizumi could lecture the boy after his slip up.

"I need to go to Y/N now." He says but Kindaichi looks at his teammate with a water bottle in hand.

"Y/N-san left hours ago." He says as Hanamaki sends a glare towards Oikawa then he looks at Kunimi just to confirm Kindaichis statement. Kunimi nods before returning back to his unbothered state. Hanamaki lets out a scream of frustration as he dashes towards Mattsukawa and Iwaizumi, Oikawa being dragged along by his shirt.

"Oi, did you two fight?"

"Long-story short he thought I was giving the flowers to Aika. Now please, lecture the damn asshole- I need to find Y/N." He basically hands Oikawa to Iwaizumi who already landed a ball to the captains head as he runs off to his locker to leave immediately.

He could never adore someone else when you remained to stay at the top of his list- since no other name follows it.

He pats down his sweat with a towel before drinking water then spraying his cologne all around him. He was in front of your room door since your parents gladly invited him in while he mentions to be quiet at the sight of the boquet of flowers in hand and now it's finally happening. He was either going to face a prize or a bucket of tears.

Here goes nothing then.

He knocks on the door as you continued to scroll through your phone but you spoke, "It's open!"

He opens it softly, before stepping in your room, closing the door in the process. You look up from your phone only to get the life knocked out of you when you see Hanamaki.

"Hey Makki-"

"Y/N please I just need to tell you something okay."

He takes the vacant spot next to you on your bed as both your hearts pounded loudly with each second. Your mind couldn't stop racing at what he was going to say if it was just flat out rejection, meanwhile Hanamaki doubts what he bought you. He carefully takes your hand with his, caressing it gently while your cheeks were heating at the moment.

"Y/N I-"

You roll your eyes before ending the call, not even caring to know who called. Meanwhile, Makki wanted to stop himself from coughing from the embarrassment.

The phone rings. Oh, fuck me.

"Go on- really sorry." You say with a slight chuckle, as he smiles, thankful you read the room at how nervous he was. Instead, he went to his bag to find a certain box. Once he finds the blue box, he takes your palm and places the object on it.

You smiled at him you opened the box, praying that you don't let out a squeal when you see what's inside.

"Paper rings?" You say chuckling as Hanamakis eyes widen, threatened to pop out of his sockets since he was in full disbelief. You laughed as Hanamaki tried to get the back from you but you ran from your bed to wear the damn thing.

"Y/N!" He yells trying to reach the box from your hands but your laughter echoes through the room.

You're too fucking cute for me. You think to yourself.

"It's a perfect fit on me, Takahiro." You say even holding out your hand with the paper ring as Hanamaki hides his face on a pillow, an attempt to hide the humiliation. He can never bounce back from this. Where was the actual matching rings that he bought? The one with yours and his initials were embedded on? Did he leave it on his desk when he was trying to figure out your ring size? He was truly fucked.

When you tried to reach for him, the ring broke since it was surrounded by tape and it didn't really held strength to it. Realizing that it was folded paper, you opened it seeing scribbles and doodles from Makki.

Y/N's ring size is 6 maybe 7?

Get the flowers that Iwaizumi suggested. Which flower was it again? The ones that symbols love? Fuck it.

Does she prefer me with this perfume or not?

She smells amazing all the time, I hate it.

God, I like her too much it's unbelievable.

I feel like I'm proposing to her but I'm not complaining.

You immediately drop the paper to look at him, switching your gaze between him and the paper. You hid your face in your hands as you wondered if this was actually reality. Hanamaki likes you back? Proposing? It was overwhelmingly cute.

Hanamaki lifts his head from the pillow and he sees you looking like you were embarrassed for him. He immediately goes to you, hands on yours as he tries to lift them off your face.

"Do you want me to kiss it better?" He teases, hopefully it was able to grab your attention, and it did. You slap his chest from how flustered you were as he laughs before taking you in his arms, playing with your hair as your mind goes blank.

"Okay maybe the secret is out but I'm serious, Y/N. I like you- so fucking much it makes me wanna buy all the shit you want if we succeed in a heist- and I never wanna stop feeling this. The ring is crappy but I've got the actual one in my room so" He pulls away from your embrace as he lifts your chin to meet with his face who was intoxicatingly close.

"Do you accept my proposal of being my girlfriend?"

"If I said no?" You teased with a smile as he chuckles before locking his lip with yours, his hand finding its way to your cheek as you immediately kiss back, the pieces finally clicking in its rightful place. He deepens the kiss as your hand finds its way to the nape of his hair, pulling him closer while his own hands make a trip to your waist who he soon finds addicting.

He pulls away, caressing your cheek as your forehead touched, smiles plastered on either faces.

"I gladly accept, 'Hiro."

"Not like I'll take no for an answer, princess."

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#hanamaki x reader #mattsukawa x reader #mattsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #oikawa tooru #hajime iwaizumi #aoba johsai #xine's world of romance

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THE HEIR'S CURSE (Part II/?)

Request: I have this idea of the reader being a princess and having to marry fili cuz hes the heir and she likes him but she ends up falling for his brother? Maybe with some angst? You can choose the end 😆

Pairing: Fíli x Reader, eventually Kíli x Reader

Genre: angst w/ fluffy moments

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Requested by: @crispykittywitch

The heir's curse: ———

Permanent taglist: @queenofmankind @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings:

A/N: this is a mess at so many levels but hey I did proofreading this time, so enjoy a not-so-badly written part <3

Part I

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"Princess Y/n and prince Fíli!" A thunderous voice announced as Fíli and I stepped into the enormous halls with all eyes on us.

"Don't stop until we reach the dining table." The golden haired dwarf subtly muttered, strolling through the crowd with my hand holding onto his forearm.

"I wasn't planning on it." I replied, presenting a smile to the dwarven kin of Erebor and occasionally bowing. "Honestly," once in our destination, we spotted Kíli, who joyfully waved at us, and sat down by his side, "I don't see how we'll be able to leave."

"I'll think about something." Right after he assured me that, I felt a tap on my shoulder and, given that Fíli spun his head, I figured his attention was requested too. "Ma'am."

"Mother." We said these words simultaneously.

"My dears, you forgot about the opening dance." Fíli and I shared an equally horrified look. "Given that you are the center of the celebration, the tradition requires you to—"

"We did not forget, ma'am." He spared her a polite smile before continuing, "but I'm in fact a terrible dancer and–"

"A liar, that's what you are." Though the blond one had his back facing his brother, I was sure Kíli could feel the murderous energy he triggered in his brother. "He's a great dancer," his brown eyes traveled from me to my mother and viceversa, his grin growing wider at my horrified look. "he's just shy sometimes," to take the tease to a whole other level, he nudged his brother's back way stronger than necessary. "right Fí?"

Before the older prince attempted to murder his own brother in front of his future mother-in-law, I jolted up and pulled his hand, dragging him to the improvised dancehall.

I spun around to stand face-to-face with him, which made my dress's skirt fly, drawing a beautiful fan around my legs before abruptly coming to a stop. "Tell me you're actually a good dancer." I begged in low voice.

"Well–" Before he could let out another word, the music started playing.

Oh boy, was he a good dancer.

I barely had to move by myself, he did all the work; spinning me, sweeping me off my feet, guiding my feet and leading me by my hands, and I was sure he was making it look finesse and effortless.

At some point the melody changed to something more lighthearted and less regal, and we started to actually have fun while we danced. We laughed, exaggerated the moves, made faces; we even intentionally bumped each other attempting to make the other lose their balance.

The latter resulted on me tripping and Fíli's arms steadying me against his chest with a smug smile that turned into a chuckle when I smacked his chest.

The party began to be enjoyable, and since I didn't know how long would that last, I was resolved to make the best of it.

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FÍLI'S P. O. V.

I finally managed to get rid of the nosy dwarves that had been interrogating me for the last ten minutes and made my way to my intended, who I found sat across the hall, by the table which was basically deserted aside from a couple of blackout drunk dwarves.

Seeing them made me realize how long the party had gone on already —probably around half a day, maybe more.

"I'm so sorry." I halfheartedly apologized to a very tired-looking Y/n, who vaguely dismissed me with a shake of her head. "I really hoped I would have you out of here by now."

"It's alright." She gave me a small smile whilst getting up and grasped both my hands, taking a look around us. "Plus, it was expected that your uncle and my mother would have us stay for as long as possible."

"At least they could let us be together." I grumbled, looking over my shoulders to make sure no one attempted to disturb our brief break. "Since the dance I barely spent three minutes with you."

"Royal duties suck." She whispered under her breath, only loud enough for my ears to caught on it. "Do you think it's their way to stop us from fleeing the celebration?"

"Could be." Both of our eyes were directed to our previously mentioned relatives and arrangers of the union, who were now chatting. "It's a good strategy."

"I hate that it's actually working." letting go of one of her hands to stroke my mustache whilst trying to find a way to escape the party. "Where did your mind go now?" Just when I was about to reply, her eyes fixed on something behind me, or rather someone. "Oh shit."

I peeked over my shoulder to see Balin approaching us side by side with one of Y/n's direct relatives. "C'mon now..."

"I think the break is over." Her eyes didn't leave the now expected intruders, nor did mine.

"Y/n!" She put up her best smile once more and let go of my hand to walk towards them. "let me introduce you to my cousin Balin."

"I didn't have the chance to congratulate you, lass." I heard the old dwarf's words getting lost in the loud noise of the crowded halls as I walked away in search of Kíli.

KÍLI'S P. O. V.

I made a beeline to Y/n practically jogging and, in the blink of an eye, I had her hand in mine and was pulling her away from the people and out of the halls. I heard her little squeal of surprise followed by Balin yelling my name, but I didn't stop until we were far enough from the entrance to avoid the guests' eyes.

"Did you just steal me away?" She rhetorically inquired, looking at me quite puzzled as I checked no one came after us. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that?"

"Fíli begged me to drag you out of the party."

"You took it to the T." She teased with her arms folded over her chest.

"It worked, didn't it?" She silently agreed and I beamed proudly. "I'm your hero, huh?"

Y/n snorted. "Am I not the one supposed to say that?"

"I did it so you didn't have to." I extended my arm in a way that was prompting Y/n to walk into another corridor. "I'm going to escort you to your chambers, to make sure you don't fall asleep on your way there."

She gave me an eye roll followed by a breathy laugh, and we began our late night trip to her room. I hadn't told her we were taking the long way, but I figured she would catch on that by herself since Fíli had given her a tour a day before.

We were halfway through, walking in silence after some chitchat and bickering, when I detected a restrained yawn through my side view. "In a scale of one to ten, how tired are you?" I questioned.

"A ten and a half maybe?" She half smiled and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Dwarven celebrations exhaust me."

"They exhaust anyone who's not drinking." I pointed out, having my eyes wander around, stopping on anything and everything in our walk, but on her . "Fíli is not a fan either, but he knows this one was necessary."

"Is it, though?" She inquired with her brows raised and her face slightly turned to stare at me.

"Well, I suppose it is. it's your welcoming to Erebor," I obliged myself to look at her, just for an instant, and then averting my gaze once more as I said my next words. "And it's also meant to celebrate that my brother would soon join you in marriage."

"Ugh, please," she leaned her head back, spitting a mix of a groan and a whine up to the air "do not remind me of that."

"Why?" I stopped dead in my tracks, and caused her to do so, too. "Are you displeased with my brother?"

"No!" her eyes widened as she vehemently shook her head no. "Not at all, he's caring, good at heart and fun to be around," she walked to the outer side of the terrace we had been walking through and rested her elbows on the edge. "but things feel rushed and... Rather forced."

"If it's because of the party," I followed her steps and installed myself besides her, "It doesn't mean much, feel no pressure." Now the tables had turned; my eyes observed her form and hers were focused on what was before us. "If you ever wish to break the arrangement, it will be done, Fíli would say so too."

Her lips pursed into a thin line "I always thought that when I married, it would be for love and not for my Kingdom." I then looked down wondering what should I say to her. "I may sound selfish but... That should be my sister's duty. She's the heiress, for better or worse, and I'm just—"

My mouth moved before I could think my words. "A younger sister who wasn't supposed to carry the weight of a union?"

Silence.

"At least he's handsome." we both shared a look before snorting at the comment. "I think I like him, but I don't love him, and I can't tell if I ever will." She opened her mouth like a fish out of water "Mahal, can you imagine how that'd be?"

I heard the fear in her last sentences, even if she hadn't explicitly stated that she dreaded the mere idea of not being able to love her husband-to-be.

"You'll come to love him." I tried to reassure her.

"You think so?"

"I know so."

"I hope you're right." Another yawn escaped her lips, making her eyes squint. "I'm really tired, so I will leave you now."

"Do you know how to reach your chambers?" She nodded and so did I, in response. "Sleep well, my lady."

"Don't call me that."

"Alright, my princess." she glared at me and a mischievous grin twitched the corners of my lips, my brows wiggling at her in a taunting manner.

"That didn't sound as smooth as you think." My gesture eased her gaze and triggered a small smile out of amusement. "You're so cheeky."

"That's what ladies love about me." A wink directed at Y/n accompanied my sentence, though my eyes soon drifted away from hers to lose in the vastness of the landscape once more.

What a pity that it wasn't as mesmerizing as the princess besides me.

"Thank you for the walk, Kíli." she got a grip on my forearm and planted a slow, careful, chaste kiss on my cheek.

Despite being merely a platonic gesture, I felt my heart speeding up.

My first instinct was to spin my head and try to capture her lips. Due to my quicktemper, I almost couldn't stop myself, but I succeeded just when our lips were mere inches apart.

Her grip tightened and her eyes went from my eyes, to my lips, and back.

"Goodnight, Kíli." she murmured under her breath, slowly loosening the grip and letting her hand fall down my arm, stopping to ghost over my fingers, but quickly retrieving.

I stood there alone for a moment, and I found myself lightly caressing the cheek Y/n had placed a kiss on with my fingertips.

My heart sped up again.

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hotsummersimpingogacc · 5 years

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te amo - reddie one shot

summary: richie and eddie start taking spanish classes together and richie sees this as an opportunity to confess his love to eddie.

word count: 1699 words

an: this is my first ever ship oneshot. but i honestly am proud of this. and also please excuse any mistakes in the spanish part, even though i do take spanish i am not that good to write such a paragraph without translator.

richie and eddie are around finn's and jack's age in this fic ❤

* - translated text at the end of the fic

* gif not mine *

for years richie had feelings for eddie. the jokes about his mom he always made, they were just defense mechanism. he was scared of his feelings, he was scared of being exposed or being judged by his friends. especially eddie, what if he revealed what he's really feeling and he'd just reject him. this fear was bigger than fear of pennywise himself. he was nothing compared to how frightened richie actually was.

everyday seeing the person he wants to be with the most. whenever eddie smiles richie is melting on the spot, when he's feeling down there's nothing more richie wants to do then hold him and tell him that everything is gonna be okay. sometimes when he sees eddie kissing his mom's cheek he wishes it was his cheek or even better his lips. he felt lonely whenever he was with other losers but when eddie was around it was like he was full again. richie tried to hide his feelings in front of his friends, it'd be weird if they found out the truth.

before the school year ended students had to choose their subjects for next year. and of course boys wanted ti have all classes tomorrow. they choosed them like that. but there was one richie had to beg other guys to take. richie asked them every single day if they'll take spanish with him. the answer was always the same, no. eddie started to feel really bad for richie since he looked like he really wanted to take the class, but not alone. so he decided to take it with him. after all richie needs someone to stop when he's making jokes. after eddie told him he's gonna take the class with him richie thanked him all the way home.

richie actually gained a little confidence after eddie informed him that he's gonna learn spanish with him. maybe he'll be able to tell him about his feelings since they're gonna be a few more hours a week together. maybe he'll finally realize if this is real or not. or maybe he'll swallow his feelings even deeper.

"hey, richie ready to head out?" eddie popped next to richie's locker all excited

"yeah, i'll just grab some things" richie grabbed his books

"so, are you excited?" eddie smiled at him

"little less then before fucking your mom but it's okay i guess" richie shrugged his shoulders

eddie rolled his eyes. he knew this was coming but he didn't expect it to happen before actual class.

"are you gonna do this the whole time? because if yes i'm gonna do anything to get out of that class" eddie explained with his hand near his right ear

"sorry, i just saw the opportunity" richie smirked

"you always see the opportunity, right?"

"you guessed it, señor" richie was pretty proud of his answer

first spanish lesson went pretty well. both richie and eddie enjoyed it. of course they had dive into studying right away. they met up at eddie's house after school.

sat down on eddie's bed and tried to learn lines they learned that day

"hola, me llamo richie and i fucked your mom!" richie burst out laughing

"can we at least study without this?"

richie sighed and looked at his textbook. of course he had to make that joke. eddie was so cute while trying pronounce words in spanish. it was so hard for richie to hold back and not kiss him. he was clenching his fist so he wouldn't stroke his cheek. fortunately eddie hadn't noticed anything. he hadn't noticed richie's looks at him, those genuine laughs, all that affection richie had for him. he never noticed and richie was so grateful for it.

there were days he wished eddie would notice. maybe show his love back. maybe kiss richie so richie wouldn't have to. maybe say those words richie was scared to jabber out. i love you, you mean a lot to me, that'd be enough for richie. he'd know that all those feelings he had for all those years weren't one-sided. these were things richie dreamed off when he was laying in his bed at night, trying to fall asleep without eddie on his mind.

months were passing and boys were picking up more and more new knowledge from spanish. basic lines and phrases weren't enough for them. they'd go to library in the afternoons and dig some new interesting words.

during these "diging" sessions richie got an idea. there's no way in hell eddie learned how to confess anything to someone in spanish. richie was so sure that this is the only way he can tell him how he really feels. and when eddie will realize what richie told him, he'd be far away from american borders.

richie spent even more time in library, borrowed some books home and started writing down his confession. it was easiest-hardest thing he ever done. putting those words on paper went so fast. he was so certain what he wants to tell him. but when it came to part he had to tell him, face to face his gut thightened and he felt like crying. his hands were sweating and shaking.

richie had the list in his backpack, carrying him everywhere he went. he was scared someone would find it and figure it out. this gave him more anxiety then eddie telling him no or making fun of him.

after two weeks of carrying the confession in his backpack, richie was ready to say it to eddie. he made sure they were alone in his house. he sat him down in his living room and sat opposite him. he never sweat this much. his whole body was shivering, covered in goosebumps. he was repeating to himself that this is the best time and there won't be any better time.

"is everything alright rich?" eddie, concerned, look richie straight into eyes

richie took a deep breath and started:

"eds, there's this thing, i've been meaning to tell you for such a long time. so here it is" he put his glasses back up on his nose, took another deep breath and began talking

*"eddie, te amo. He estado enamorado de ti desde que tengo memoria. y es dificil para mi Te veo todos los días, te escucho reír y me enamoro aún más de ti. cada vez que sonríes o te quejas de que algo es insalubre, trato de contenerme porque solo quiero besarte. cada vez que te sientas mal o enfermo solo quiero abrazarte y decirte que todo estará bien. Esto es lo más difícil que he hecho, pero es más fácil ya que te estoy diciendo esto en español y no tienes idea de lo que estoy diciendo. eds, eres mi amor y haría cualquier cosa por estar contigo" richie could feel tears in his eyes so he immidiately stood up and ran to bathroom

richie leaned against the sink and let the tears stream down his face. he knew eddie was sitting there all confused because has no idea what he just said and why he ran away. richie got it off his chest. he told eddie how he feels, how much he loves him. his list wasn't long but it sure was full of emotions and everything richie feeled.

"hey richie, are you okay?" eddie knocked on the door

"yeah, i just had to make sure my wang is longer than yours before we start messuring them" richie tried to hide his sobby voice

damn it richie, you don't have to hide behind your jokes anymore, you exposed yourself to him.

when richie stepped out of the bathroom he saw that eddie was searching his fanny pack in the hallway

"what you looking for there? your birth control pills?" richie chuckled

"no, but if you're sick or something and you went in there to shit or for god's sake even throw up i have to take my pills so i won't catch anything" richie sometimes wondered how is it possible for eddie to speak this fast

days passed since richie told eddie about his feelings. he felt releaved but also really anxious. eddie was totally looking for some words richie had told him. what if he was searching for words like te amo. what if he already cracked them and he's not gonna tell richie so he won't break his heart. richie was overthinking as always.

that day, eddie and richie went to study to eddie's house. they were sitting quietly on eddie's bed both of them reading text they had to read.

"richie?"

"hmm?"

"there's something i want to tell you" richie could feel how his heart skipped a beat

"go on, eds"

"umm, wait" eddie took out a small piece of paper from back of his textbook.

"okay so, yo también te quiero" eddie said with certain confidence

"what?"

"it means i love you too, amor" eddie blinked at richie

"you're fucking with me!" richie yelled out

"i wish i was" eddie chuckled

"wait, are you like serious serious, or did you tell other guys about what i said and they made you say this?"

"i haven't told anyone. richie, this comes from my heart. i really love you! when you said what you said i felt so releaved because i was happy to hear that i wasn't the only one feeling this way. richie i cracked your "i fucked your mom" a long time ago"

"you little fucker" richie smiled

* eddie, i love you. i've been in love with you ever since i can remember. and it's hard for me. i see you everyday, i hear you laugh and i fall in love with you even more. whenever you smile or complain about something being unsanitery i try to hold myself back because i just wanna kiss you. whenever you feel bad or sick i just wanna hold you and tell you it's gonna be okay. this is the hardest thing i ever done but it's easier since i'm telling you this in spanish and you have no idea what i'm saying. so eds, you're my love and i'd do anything to be with you

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mrsedmercer · 5 years

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Steamy Love (A Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Chapter 22: ~Gossip~

Summary: Now that filming has officially wrapped, you and Tom can get to the interviews! Though your first one takes an odd turn. A turn you refuse to let end on a bad note.

Warnings: Trash talk towards a certain ex of Tom Hiddleston.

Read it on my Wattpad: Wattpad.com/HiddlesStar

Word count: 1412

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife @bookgirlunicorn @cherrygeek86

After a couple more days, your friend returned home. The first couple days without them here really reminded you of home, and how much you missed it. You could really feel the homesickness creeping in. You're sure Tom had noticed it too, but you two never talked about it. Y'all still have amazing sex, of course, and your doubts nearly melt away anytime he looks at you, or smiles, or laughs, or blinks...

You may be in love with him. You're still not exactly sure, but something's there. Something stronger than before.

A couple more weeks went by. Filming was completely done, though you and Tom were asked to stay in the area for another month, just in case you needed to do reshoots. Tom's hair had really grown by the end of the month. You knew he was keeping it long partially for Betrayal, the Harold Pinter play he is said to star in. His beard was more ginger than you thought it'd be, though he'd always remind you that he always had a lot of natural ginge in his hair as a teen. You were so used to him with brown hair. You liked the beard, though. His jaw looked hella nice with it. You've just been kinda stroking it when you lay together in bed, among other things on him.

You and Tom weren't entirely done with the film, though. Now were some of the fun parts of starring in a film.

The interviews!

You and Tom had one scheduled later for today. You've never been in an interview like this before, so you were a little nervous. Tom was calming you down and explaining how it works.

...I mean, you were laying in bed naked with him, so it was easy for him to calm you.

"I promise you, the interviewers I've had have always been very polite. They're very kind people." Tom reassured you, softly caressing your bare arm as he held you against his chest.

"I just hope I don't make a fool out of myself.." You admitted, nuzzling his chest some. "And I hope that I'm not ignored...but I also want some attention, y'know?.." You chuckled a bit. "Oh man, I really didn't think I'd get to this point..."

"What, the interview? Or laying here naked with me for the 20th day in a row?" Tom asked jokingly, making you chuckle again.

"The interview, smartass.." You nudged Tom, making him laugh a bit."I just hope I get it right."

"Well, there's no real way to get an interview 'wrong', unless you're just rude.." Tom replied. "Which I highly doubt you'd be."

"But what if I get a question wrong? Or can't answer a certain question because it might be spoilery?" You asked with a slight pout.

"Then I'll answer it for you." Tom smiled. "Interviews like the ones we're going to are pretty edited when they air. Any fumbles will surely be edited out. I promise you.."

You gave a little smile, giving him a soft peck on the lips. "Your voice is soothing to listen to.." You admitted. You genuinely felt better already, just because of his voice.

"Oh?.." He smiled at you, pecking the side of your head. "You like my voice?.." His tone changed, becoming slightly mischievous.

"Hey, relax, big dog.." You spoke up, turning your head to look at him with a smile. "I'm still sore from before.."

"It's getting harder everyday to resist.." Tom admitted with a smirk. "But you're right.."

You smiled, carefully moving away and getting out of bed.

"Maybe when we get back.." Tom added, getting out of bed to get dressed as well.

You just rolled your eyes playfully and laughed. You love that he's always wanting to be all over you. You hope he keeps the bedroom eyes to himself at the interview, though part of you wants to see it if he can't help it.

You guys got dressed and headed to the location where the interview would take place. Movie posters or anything haven't been publically released yet, so the only photos of you two on that back wall just a single still straight from the outside set.

You got to meet the interviewer after a short wait. It was a woman, which is pretty common, and she seemed super nice. She really got along with Tom, though everyone seems to get along with Tom. You could tell she was a little more focused than him rather than you, but you understood why. He was a much bigger celebrity than you were. You were fine if she chose to ask him most of the questions.

When the interview started, she introduced herself to you two, giving both of you a friendly handshake. Her name was Sarah. The chairs you got to sit in were a little small, but they weren't uncomfortable.

"Hi! It's very nice to meet you two!" She greeted you both with an on camera hand shake, giving a big smile. She had bright purple lipstick on that didn't really match the rest of her makeup, but you didn't judge. Maybe that's just a style or something.

The questions that were asked were, as expected, mostly directed at Tom. There were a couple questions you were both able to answer, though, like what to expect from the movie, what both of your favourite on set moment was, if there's gonna be any steamy bits. You happily answered that last one, remembering in the back of your head how odd the scene was to actually film.

Having actually slept with Tom beforehand, you could tell in the moment that his pants and moans were indeed an act, though you'd be lying if you didn't get a little heated during the whole thing. The crew just thought it was excellent acting, thankfully.

One of the last questions were about that iconic sudden kiss at the clothing shop a couple weeks back, when unbeknownst to anyone else, you had been in a bad argument with Tom beforehand, and that kiss was proof of your feelings for one another being real. Being genuine.

It seemed like a pretty harmless question, until...

"Do you feel like this new relationship will have consequences on future opportunities?" The interviewer asked Tom, who was a little confused by the question.

"What do you mean?" He asked curiously.

"Well, I mean, for example, if I may compare this to your previous relationship with famous singer Taylor Swift..." Sarah began. As she said that, you felt an anxious pit in your stomach. You felt a little sick. Really? Why mention her? Why now? This was going so well before this.

"...While she is not known for being in the acting biz, like the wonderful (Y/N) here, she was definitely more up on your level as a celebrity.."

You could see Tom was trying not to get upset by that, but you recognized that look in his eye. That look of disappointment.

You decided to take control of this interview for a change.

"Look, I don't know that chick personally, but when was the last time she wrote about something other than her ex's?" You asked, leaning forward some. "I mean, she has dozens of songs, right? Lotta albums sold? How many dead roses are in her closet by now?"

You could hear the few crew members in the back either hold back from laughing, or clearly break out in quiet chuckles amoungst each other.

"Am I wrong?" You looked around with a chuckle. "You wanna know what Tom doesn't have to worry about? Me throwing away his gifts and signs of affection for a new word document on my expensive laptop.."

You could tell the interviewer was rather shocked to hear that, though it was hard to tell if she was personally offended or impressed. Tom was clearly hiding a smile. He was definitely impressed, and was shifting around to stop himself from laughing. That meant a lot to him.

"That's a wrap!" Someone on set called, allowing the interviewer to give one final awkward goodbye before walking off with her paper. Tom looked at you, giving a slight chuckle.

"I really hope they leave that in.." He admitted, making you smile brightly.

You made sure to ask the right person for a copy of the full, unedited interview just before you and Tom would return home. You couldn't wait to tell the stream chat about this tomorrow.

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youbloodymadgenius · 4 years

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Unexpected (Modern!Ivar x reader x OC)

A/N: This is my contribution to @waiting4inspiration‘s Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge. Hope you’ll like it, hun 💖

Please, stay safe, it’s far from over. Last night, at 10:30pm, my eldest daughter's teacher called me. Two teachers positive. School (about 1000 kids) closed until further notice.

Prompt in bold.

@inforapound 💋

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

The gif (🤤) belongs to @therealcalicali 🌷

Summary: You're about to spend a quiet evening with your friend Vero when the doorbell rings. Ivar...

Warnings: Implied FxF sex ; implied threesome.

Words: 2229

You pull back from Veronica's embrace just as the doorbell rings and your friend gives you a questioning look. "Did you invite somebody?"

Shaking your head, you frown slightly, getting up off the couch. Handing her the remote, you sigh. "Might as well go see who it is."

Squinting through the peephole, you let out a gasp of surprise before opening the door. "Ivar," you greet your unexpected visitor, "everything okay? What are you doing here?"

A sly smirk on his lips, Ivar shrugs. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thought I'd come to see you. This isn't a bad time, is it?" Raising an eyebrow, he points behind him with his thumb. "I can leave if you want me to. It's no big deal." He then tilts his head to one side as his eyes wander over your body. "Though it would be a shame…" He says cockily, glancing down again to your tiny shorts.

"Ivar!" Suddenly hyper aware you are basically standing in the hallway of your apartment building, half-naked, you turn beet red, fumbling with the bottom of your shirt and pulling it down in a fruitless attempt to hide your upper thighs. "You know I'm not alone, right?"

As he just nods, you furrow your brows, an idea popping into your mind. "Did you get my letter?"

§§§

Ivar (Dear Ivar, My dear Ivar, I don't really know how to begin… You know what? I'll stick to 'Ivar', everything else sounds too weird!),

I bet you're wondering why I'm writing to you. And if I know you, you're probably thinking it's so twenty-century-ish. You are right but guess what? I don't care.

§§§

Looking down at you with a wry smile on his face, he shrugs and takes out of his jacket pocket a sheet of paper, on which you can clearly see your neat handwriting. "It would seem so, don't you think?"

His amused tone does nothing to calm your nerves and you wince, your heart speeding up until you feel it pounding in your throat. "And?" Biting your lower lip, you hold your breath, waiting for his answer.

"Well..,” he chuckles, "I'd say it's so twenty-century-ish."

Rolling your eyes, you heave an exasperated sigh. "You know that's not what I meant." Ivar keeps quiet as he locks his sparkling eyes on yours and you can't help but insist. "Please, Ivar, tell me what you think. Seriously!" You cringe at your begging tone, a dead giveaway that his opinion matters more than you'd like.

"You're no fun, Y/N!” Ivar pouts for one second, then seems to realize how tense you are. "I don't understand why you didn't tell me earlier,"he frowns, "but I'm glad you eventually did."

"You're not mad?" That's really a load off your mind and you're immediately breathing better.

§§§

I have something to tell you. Actually, I tried several times, but to no avail. Hope it'll be easier in writing…

You know about my friend Veronica, right? She was my roommate during my Erasmus semester in Spain, five years ago. I told you she was coming to visit me this week. That part is true, but I wasn't completely honest with you. There's more to it…

§§§

Ivar's face softens as his hand grazes yours, your fingers intertwining for just one moment. "Why would I be?" Giving you a sweet smile, he cocks his head questioningly.

"I… I thought that…" Sputtering, you inhale deeply. "I didn't tell you the whole truth, did I? I… thought you'd be upset…" Running nervously a hand through your hair, you look down, shy and uncomfortable.

§§§

I know we're not in an exclusive relationship, yet I know what we promised each other. That's why I feel awful about that… Because of course, the longer I wait, the harder it gets…

§§§

For two years, Ivar had been your lover's younger brother. Hvitserk and Ivar got along well, but even though they were family, they didn't run in the same circles. Different friends, different interests. Actually, during those two years, Ivar was always with his fiancée, a very blond, very pretty and very venal fucking bitch you couldn't stand. Freydis. Even her name rubs you up the wrong way.

Anyway… So, for two years, you had only occasionally met Ivar, mostly at family gatherings. And then, ten months ago, both of your love lives had been shattered, almost simultaneously. As you randomly found out Hvitserk had never stopped sleeping with Margrethe – Ivar's and Hvitserk's older brother's wife – Ivar caught Freydis fucking the gardener of the Lothbrok's estate. It had brought you closer together, as you spent nights drinking, cursing your former lovers and crying over your broken dreams, each of you drowning in each other's sorrow. You ended up finding comfort in each other's presence, and one thing led to another, you began sleeping together, rarely at first, more regularly for a month or two.

From the beginning, things had been clear between the two of you. No exclusivity, no commitment, as you were both emotionally scarred and totally not ready. However, an important rule had been established from the start: no lies, no secrets, no dirty tricks. A complete transparence at all times, in order to preserve your friendship – yes, you had become friends – at all costs.

Ivar giggles. He fucking giggles. "Love, that's a tiny white lie, an omission, you know? I can live with that. What I don't get is, why were you so afraid of telling me?" No mischief in his eyes. Ivar seems genuinely curious, prepared to hear your answer, whatever it is.

Relieved yet a bit embarrassed, you bow your head, feeling suddenly childish. Why didn't you tell him? It's nothing to be ashamed of. Plus you didn't do – and are not doing – anything wrong. So yeah, why? "I'm… I'm not sure, Ivar. I suppose… I thought… Maybe…" Chewing on your cheek, you suck in a ragged breath while collecting your thoughts. "I didn't know how you'd react. We never talked about… this kind of things, you know…"

§§§

Okay, here goes. When I met Veronica, I was single and so was she. We were young and carefree, always up for anything. Vero was bubbly, self-confident, straightforward and quite fascinating. And so, so beautiful.

I don't remember how it happened the first time.What I do remember, however, is the softness of her skin and the smooth roudness of her breasts. (How wonderful a woman’s breast is! Right, guess you know that.)

After that first time, there were others. Many others. In the end, my Erasmus semester had been peppered with a lot of kissing, touching, caressing… And so much tenderness… That was fantastic.

From then on, whenever we see each other again, and as long as we're both single, we don't resist. Not a chance. Why should we?

Well, here we are! Now you know my "big secret.” I didn't have the guts to say it in person, that's why I chose to write. Because even though you and I aren't really in a relationship – or not in that kind of relationship, and you know what I mean – we promised to be fully honest with each other, and I didn’t feel like I had been.

Because I never told you about Vero, or the fact that I'm bisexual. It's obviously what I am. Quite frankly, I don't know. Maybe. Possibly. Truthfully, I don't care. Labels shouldn't matter, don't you agree? To me at least, they don't.

Anyway, now you know. Please, try to be understanding and non-judgemental. And forgive me for not saying anything earlier. I'll be glad to still be your friend, you know?

Talk soon,

Y/N.

§§§

"We never talked about this kind of thing?” Ivar mumbles, repeating your words. "It would have been pointless. There was just nothing to talk about!" His nostrils flare and he clearly struggles to restrain a growing anger. "Fuck Y/N! I can't believe you think so little of me. It is well known that Sigurd fucks more men than women, isn't it? And I'm pretty sure my father was once in love with a man. A fucking Christian priest! You really thought I was that closed-minded that you playing stink fingers with a girl would shock me?"

Quirking your brows, you shrug, wincing slightly. "I… Sorry Ivar… I thought… I don't know what… I… huh… I was… scared… or maybe… I… Shit!" Stopping your rambling, you pull yourself together, inhaling deeply while rubbing your sweaty palms up and down your bare thighs. "Guess I don't know you so well. After all, we sleep together and sling mud at our unfaithful exes, but that's it. There are a lot of things we've never talked about and yes, I was scared. Yet, I should have known better, you're probably right. I've been silly, haven't I?"

A half-smile tugs at his lips, and he nods. "Yes, you might say that."

You can see his face is still tense, but his tone, much to your relief, is playful, which gives you the courage to ask another question. "Still friends, then?"

"Of course. I wouldn't be here otherwise." Reaching out, his right hand cups your face, his thumb stroking lightly your cheek. Ivar is sometimes so soft, it's disarming.

"I'm glad." You're not lying. Ivar is important to you, has a special place in your life. You would have been disappointed if he was less accepting.

Wrapping your fingers around his, you stand on your tippy toes, giving him a quick peck right under his cheekbone. "Thank you. And now…,” you clap your hands, your face breaking into a wide grin, "are you finally going to tell me what you're doing here?"

"I will," Ivar begins before shifting his weight from one foot to the other still leaning heavily on his crutch, "but won't you let me in?" Gesturing to his legs, he groans, tilting his head. "Or are you going to leave the poor cripple on your doorstep? How rude!"

You burst out laughing, rolling your eyes. "You know using your disability that way is a shame?" Still, you can't help but feel guilty when you see him stifling a wince, trying not to show his pain. "Okay Ivar, come in." Stepping aside to let him in, you scratch your head, confused. You still don't know what he's doing here.

***

The awkward small talk is unsettling. Frowning, you take your seat on the couch next to Veronica after getting Ivar a beer, who is now comfortably seated in an armchair.

"So, what is it you really want, Ivar?" You ask growing annoyed at this point. As much as you like him, you'd rather spend your night in Vero's arms than chitchatting with her and your current "bedfellow.”

Ivar doesn't open his mouth for a long time, an impish smile lingers on his lips. Tilting his chin up, he finally clears his throat. "Kiss her." His hoarse, bossy voice – his sex voice – catches you off guard, sending shivers through your spine. "Excuse me?" You murmur, your hand gripping Vero's.

"That's what I want. That's why I came. Kiss her." As he suggestively licks his lips, your eyes widen, a familiar warmth spreading in your lower belly. Knowing that Vero is anything but bashful, you give her a meaningful look, pleased as you can see desire in her dark, dilated eyes. Immediately leaning forward, you brush your lips against hers, your tongue parting them almost instantaneously, invading and claiming her mouth. Soft moans escape your lips as Vero deepens the kiss and you close your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment.

"We can do better than that," Vero mutters, her teeth nibbling on your earlobe, "if he wants a show, we'll give him a show. It would be rude to deny him, don't you think?" Without waiting for your answer, she slips a hand under your shirt, gently pushing it up, running her fingertips over your breasts as you wrap your arm around her waist, bringing her closer.

Catching your attention, Ivar lets out a low, appreciative growl, his expression unreadable. He's aroused, the bulge in his pants is obvious, but does he want more? Remembering that time when you sent Vero a pic of him, and how she was screaming over the phone about how hot he was, you know she wouldn't mind. She wouldn't mind at all.

"Care to join us?" You blink at him, making sure he can see your fingers sliding under her panties. When he doesn't answer and looks unsure, a faint frown creasing his forehead, you slowly get off the couch, kissing Vero one last time and then cross the room. Kneeling down in front of him, you reach out, putting your hand on his groin and squeezing his hard cock. You can hear Vero stand up, "Yes Ivar, join us please.” You make sure you whisper so that only he can hear you. "I promise, you won't have to take your pants off if you don't want to."

His nod brings a beaming smile to your face and you grab his hand as Veronica joins the two of you. Brimming with excitement, you lead them up to your bedroom, wordlessly, your heart hammering in your chest.

This is unexpected and definitely not how you planned to spend the night. But you won't complain. It's a thousand times better.

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Hi, I love your writing, and I had a small request.

Could you perhaps do a SVT Vernon scenario (I haven't seen many fics of him these days) where both him and the reader like each other, but with Vernon being reserved, reader gets hurt and confused unnecessarily, and decides to find out whether he likes them or not, by flirting with another guy (maybe another member, if you wish). Vernon gets jealous and just, some dom smut?

I use she/her, but a neutral fic would be just fine.

A/N: Ooo yes! Also I haven't seen much Vernon lately either and I really like this idea!

Warning: Smut, Vernon has Dom tendencies, fem!bodied reader, oral (f receiving), He spits on it, unprotected sex.

The tall man stood across from you with a smile. Sure, he was handsome, with dark short hair, cunning eyes, a wonderful bright smile, but he's not who you wanted. Who you wanted sat a table or two behind you staring daggers into the previously mentioned man. This all started because you were tired of playing mind games with Hansol. One moment he'd be flirtatious, joking, sweet, and protective over you, and others he'd actively avoid you. You understood that he had his days he'd like to be alone, but this felt different. When you'd ask him how he felt, he smiled, stroke your cheek with his thumb, and proceed with whatever he was doing. As the man across from you said that he'd like to invite you to a very exclusive party, your eyes lit up. "I'd love to go!" Suddenly Vernon's voice followed. "But unfortunately, she's busy." His arm now snuck around your waist. The other man chuckles and decides to entertain the newcomer. "And who are you?" Hansol's eyes get dark and narrow with fury. "The one she's busy with." He says then looks at you. "We're ready when you're done here." That is the last thing he said before returning back to the group and out to the car. You bit your bottom lip slightly nervous and also turned on by the way he handled the situation. "I-I'm so sorry." Hastily you apologized. "It's no problem. Sooo, are you~?" A second goes by before you respond. "Yes, maybe another time?" You suggest. The tone of your voice indicates to the man that you did not want to actually meet again. He smirks and agrees. Before you could say your goodbyes, your phone rings. The caller I.D. tells you that it's Vernon calling, so you answered. "Hel-" "I better see you outside and in this car in the next minute." He lowly whispers then hangs up. Briefly, you look at your phone to verify and look back at the gentleman. "I have to go. I apologize." You relay the message and say your goodbyes. The second you're out of the building and in the car, the other 3 men are teasing Vernon and he pats the seat next to him for you to sit. Reluctantly you sat there. "What's with you?" You ask, arms crossed. "What's with me? You were over there flirting with some high and mighty punk after we invited you to lunch." He angrily expresses. "I'm sorry for leaving so suddenly but that doesn't excuse what you did." The car came to an abrupt stop at that moment. "What else am I supposed to do when the person I like starts flirting with other people in front of me." Nothing but the silence was heard in the compact vehicle until you all arrived back at their dorms. The other members get out of the car first so you two can have a private moment. "Vernon... why wouldn't you just tell me how you felt?"You now asked with your head in your hands. "I thought actions speak louder than words." He mumbled. "Do you not know how you've been acting? You run away from me anytime we get close enough then stop talking to me until it's convenient for you." Finally, he looks at you. "I apologize for sending the wrong message." His hand grabbed ahold of yours and he placed small pecks on the backside. "I love you so much. I want to be with you for the rest of my life" He whispered against your skin as he kissed up your arm to your neck. "Han-Hansol." You moaned. He pulled away from marking up your neck and took you straight to his room.

Once the both of you enter the room, he locks his door and tosses you onto his bed. Slowly, he moves closer to you. Your hands met the lining of his pants. "Is this what you want baby?" He asks lightly brushing the palm of his hand against your cheek. "Y-yes. You're all I want." Hansol leans down to kiss your lips. "Let me know if anything is off-limits. Okay, Princess?" You nod and he pushes you back onto the bed softly. Both of your lips met and it felt heavenly. His hands moved up your body carefully as he began undressing you. When you go to undress him, he stops you. "Let me please you baby." He mumbles against you. Kisses now trailed down your stomach and legs to your core. He licks one big strip up your core before delving in for more. Unable to catch your breath, you grip onto his hair and moan his name aloud. Sounds from your core become louder as he sucks on your clit and adds two fingers to the mix. Your grip gets tighter and he pulls back a bit. A glob of spit forcefully hits your clit and he replaces his mouth with his thumb, rubbing your clit in circles. "Think you can take me yet babe?" He asks kissing up your thigh again. Eagerly you nod causing Vernon to smile. The hand inside of you continued to work as he unbuttons his pants and pulls down his underwear. "Are you ready love?" He asks rubbing himself against your thigh. "Yes please." Now aligning himself to your core, he slowly pushed into you. Since you had not been adjusted to his size, Hansol sat for a moment. Once you were ready for him to move you tapped him and he got the message. With his forehead pressed against yours, Vernon started thrusting into you slowly. Moans and groans ripped from both of your throats. You opened your eyes to meet with his and he leans down to kiss you. "Such a good girl." Kiss. "Taking me so perfectly" Kiss. "Like you were made for me." Kiss again. Gradually, he picked up his pace and this made your back arch more and more. Your hands went to touch him and he quickly pinned them above your head. Putting both of your hands under one of his, he reached down to rub at your clit. The feeling of your orgasm approaching intensified. "Cum for me princess. Please." Hansol grunts aloud. Chants of his name leave your mouth as you cum on him. He finally releases and stills inside of you. Sounds of your pants and trying to catch your breath fill the room. "I love you so much." He confesses again. "I love you too Hansol" You tell him and kiss him. "Please be mine," Vernon asks while massaging your hips. A smile spreads across your face as you accept his offer. A loud knock is heard before you hear Dino yell. "Why do you sound like a bear when you nut?" Clearly, this question was aimed towards your now boyfriend. "You stay out there perv!" Vernon responds and begins cuddling up to you.

109 notes • Posted 2021-09-04 05:39:27 GMT

"Idk if someone wants to write my idea for me or I should but I think it’s good. So basically you and mingi (or any other member) have been trying for a baby but can’t get pregnant so you summon a fertility demon aka San to have sex and impregnate you. Possible three some action?!?? Potential future arc of San joining the family. He probably would have like thousands of kids though, considering" ~ @pinkkyyoongi

pronouns: they/them

fem!bodied reader

warnings: angsty(?), beginning is fluffy then sad, reader and mingi cry a lot, smut, threesome, Dom!Mingi, Switch!San, Sub!reader. mxm,cumeating/swapping, super long ;-;

Mingi's head lay on your rising and falling chest as you both lay in bed, warm sunlight shining through the cracked window. He had been rambling on the idea of having kids with you. Since you both had been together for years on years, it was a topic that was brought up after so much time. Well, this year was the year you both decided on making a new addition to the family. "And what if we have a boy? What should we name him?" Your significant other asked in a mumble. "I'm not sure babe." You respond and hold his naked body closer. "What about Hajoon?" Mingi's fingers now followed the natural curve of your body. "That's cute. What about Mingi Jr." His brown eyes met yours with a serious look. "No." Then plops his head back down on you. A heavy sigh was released from you before discussing the topic further with your boyfriend.

After a few months of trying, there was still no luck. It became so disappointing for the two of you. Mingi stayed by your side whenever you'd cry any time a negative test was presented. He was your rock and stayed strong for you but his grief and pain were shown in his performance at work. Normally the tall man was on top of everything and grasped things at the drop of a hat. Lately, he'd been slacking and taking more breaks than normal. Hongjoong decided to stop recording one day because his fellow rapper was so stressed. San sat on the other end of the couch with concern. "Mingi, what's going on? What's wrong?" The leader asked his taller junior, who sat on the couch. With his head in his hands, Mingi responds. "I-It's a lot going on right now at home." San and Hongjoong share a look. "You and Y/N haven't broken up, have you?" San asked bluntly. Mingi shook his head almost immediately. "No, no. Our relationship is fine. It's just..." A huge sigh is relieved as Mingi sits back, tears running down his face. "We've been trying for a baby and the results keep coming back negative. It's been a year and they think it's something wrong with them. I honestly think the problem might be me. Maybe I'm infertile." He rants, looking up at the ceiling. The silence in the room was nearly deafening. The other males were speechless at this point. "We're sorry Min. We're always here to lend you an ear." Hongjoong said. "Yeah man, and let us know if you need anything. We're here to help." San followed and pat Mingi's back a bit. "Thanks, guys. I'm gonna try to get tested to see today." Mingi said fiddling with his phone. The other 2 men nodded before Joong spoke up again. "Take a week or 2 off, get tested, and keep us updated." The tall man's eye lit up for the first time in months. "Really?" Hongjoong nodded and leaned back in his computer/studio chair. "It's the least I could do for my brother. Also, I need to be the favorite uncle." He teased. "Wait, I'm gonna be the favorite! I'm gonna take them more places." San piped up. "Yeah, good luck with that." Hongjoong snickered and turned around. The two bickered for a while longer as Mingi internally thanked them.

Now 2 weeks later, the results have come back. Mingi let you know the same day about his test. Both of you sat on the couch side by side as he opened the envelope. While reading it aloud the breath you didn't know you were holding hitched. Although not infertile, Mingi had a low chance of having children. The both of you really wanted to look on the positive side of this, which was that it wasn't impossible! Unfortunately, the reality was that it likely wouldn't happen. You held onto Mingi for as long as possible this night. It now was his turn to release his emotions, crying and sniffling. He apologized many many times but you let him know that there was nothing to apologize for. All that you two could do is keep trying, even with other methods. Your significant other was sure to update the boys on the situation. Once they met up again for practice, everyone individually gave Mingi a hug. They all sat on the dance room floor while holding a conversation. "I know it's hard man, but have you looked into insemination?" Seonghwa asked. Mingi nodded and pushed his hair back. "We've looked into lots of different things but they aren't really looking for anything surgical. If all else fails, we can adopt." Mingi said. "Well, there are still other ways that aren't surgical!" Yeosang brings up and smirks. Your man smiles and chuckles. "Yeah?Like what?" 7 other thinking faces were put to work. "What about if one of us helps you." An eyebrow now raised at Wooyoung's suggestion. "How would that work? Yunho asked innocently. "Well, that depends on you. What if one of us does the job for you." Wooyoung continues. "He already said that y/n doesn't want to do anything surgically," Jongho replied confused. "And it's not like they'll let anyone of us fuck them." The maknae continue. Now it was Mingi's eyebrows that raised. "Actually, I don't mind and I think y/n might be open to it." His eyes scanned his members, some looked very uncomfortable with the idea. "Would any of you be okay with it?" Everyone in the room looked at each other before San spoke up. "I-I don't mind." The black-haired male said trying not to smirk. Mingi's smile became bright as he thanked the older member then immediately texted you.

Once you got the text it left you a bit anxious but it seemed effective and fun. Even if it didn't work, at least you had a new experience, right? So you agreed. The event was planned a few weeks ahead. That way it gave everyone time to really consider, think it through and pull out if need be. Luckily, everyone was still on board by the time the day came about. San was educated on the things that you and Mingi were okay with and the things you both weren't and vice versa. There were more things in common between the three of you than you'd thought. The boys had just come from practice and showered at the dorms. When they came into the house, they didn't expect to see you laying in the bed with a lingerie set that contrasted your skin tone color. It was so sexy to them and got them in the mood instantly. "Woow y/n, you wanted to show out for our Sannie, didn't you baby," Mingi says in a deep sultry voice. You nodded and pulled them closer to you by their belt loops. San was so enticed by you, he was in a trance. Your boyfriend smirked, gripped your chin, and turned you to look at your guest. "Look at what you do to him, my love." Turned on by him as well, you bite your bottom lip and begin undressing him starting with his pants. San's hand slid to the nape of your neck as you pulled down his underwear. His dick was semi-hard and you were still impressed by his size. He wasn't bigger than Mingi but he was thick and longer than average. Your eyes met with his as you began to take him into your mouth. San's mouth fell slightly ajar and he rolled his head back before giving you a smirk. "I can't believe Mingi's been keeping you all to himself." It now was your turn to smirk, still taking him in your mouth, slowly bobbing back and forth. Mingi now sat in the chair, where he had a full view of everything going on. The tent in his pants slightly straining. San used the grip on your nape to his advantage as he began slowly thrusting into your mouth. Moans were elicited around his cock making him crumble under your touch a bit more. As San came closer to his high, you teased his shaft more and more. (Which he loved). He pulled you off before he could cum. With saliva and precum all on your lips, you smiled at him. This set off the demon in him and he tossed you softly on the bed. He practically ripped off his shirt before kissing down your neck and grinding himself against your core. Your hips follow his, wanting more than the bit of friction provided. The feeling of his dick sliding between your folds through the fabric was almost enough for you to orgasm. Unfortunately, he moved further down your body before you could get too close. San's lips grazed over the skin of your chest but he sucked on your nipples through the fabric as well. "I'm leaving the lingerie to you, Mingi. so you can unwrap your present." San mumbles against your skin to the quiet man in the room. Mingi chuckles and tells him to go on. As San leaves open mouth kisses down your body, slowly, he pushes your panties to the side and ran his fingers up and down your folds. "So wet. Just from sucking me off baby?" You nodded and snaked your fingers in his hair. Before you know it, he slides 2 fingers into your core and you clench around him. "And tight? I don't think I'll get enough of you." His fingers came back out slowly and were now in his mouth. After tasting you, he groaned a bit and leaned down to place a kiss on your clit. Your back lifted from the bed in an arch as Sans tongue explored your folds. He flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit a few times before sinking his tongue into you at a rapid pace. The grip on his hair tightened exponentially. His thumb kept a good rapid pace on your clit. Unbeknownst to the two of you, Mingi was impressed with how well San pleased you. The whines and cries you let out were foreign to your significant other's ears. Suddenly San decided to change it up. Now his fingers thrust into you as he sucked and licked on your clit. He was sure to repeatedly hit your g-spot. Your legs began to wrap around his head but

Mingi told you to keep them open. Struggling a bit, you do as asked. San couldn't hold back any longer and began touching himself. "Hey, no touching." Slowly, the smaller retracted his hand from himself. The feeling of euphoria crept up on you and you let the man between your legs know. "Go ahead, let go." He said and increased his pace. Mingi decided to get up and come face to face with you. You looked at him, fucked out. He chuckles darkly and said. "I guess Sannie might be better than me." Then kissed your lips. A hand in San's hair and a hand in Mingi's you finally release. "You did so well my love." The taller male mumbled against your lips. San now sat up and kept stroking at your clit, leaving you shaking at the pleasure. "You want to turn around, or do you want to stay like this?" Mingi asked stroking your edges. "L-like this please." He nodded and stood back up, looking at his older member. "Tease them a bit before fucking them." San held your panties to the side and proceeded to slide his dick through your folds. Mingi shook his head and came closer. "Litke this." The taller said grabbing the black-haired male's dick and slapping your clit with it. Your moans were loud and airy, making San a bit more excited. "They really like it when your tip rubs against their clit as you jack off." Mingi said with a smirk and slowly inserted San's tip into you. Both of your heads were thrown back. "Do as I direct, and they'll cum pretty fast." Your boyfriend says and begins undoing his own pants. "Start off slow. Then go to town." Mingi instructs before stroking himself in front of your face. Inch by inch, San pushed inside of you and held your hips down. Once your pelvises met, he looked at you for permission to move. You gave him pleading eyes and he thrust into you with a slow and steady rhythm. "Open your eyes baby." The dominant male demands and slides himself into your mouth. You open your eyes to meet his and swallowed around him. The vibration from your moans adding to the pleasure. Since you were well adjusted to the man fucking you, Mingi told him to fuck you harder. With no hesitation, San does just that. One of his arms wrapped around behind you and the other lay beside your head. You're nearly screaming as San fucks you well, legs wrapped around his waist. This only encourages him more. A sudden ripping sound wakes you from your trance before you realize that Mingi ripped your lingerie top. "I said keep your eyes open." He said and began messing with your right nipple. "Suck on the other nipple. Don't forget the clit too." Mingi says moving his hips slowly back and forth." San does exactly as asked and this leaves you on the brink of your orgasm. Your grip on Mingi's thigh and San's shoulder tightened so much that a mark was left. "They're close." Your significant other's hand now grazing your neck and thumb caressing your cheek. "You gonna cum for us babe?" San asked in satoori lightly biting down on your nipple. You nodded and squeezed around him to get him closer as well. The groan he let out was deep and long. "Me too. Let's cum together." You nodded and removed Mingi from your mouth. Mingi stepped back a bit to let you both have your moment. The pace San thrust at increased but became sloppier. Both of your eyes looked into each other and there was a bit of a spark. So much so that you began pulling him down and he was more than happy to complete the kiss. A few seconds after you began to make out, you released at the same time. San froze inside of you and held your face to keep your tongues wrestling. You felt like you were floating. "Wow, the both of you are cute." Mingi said stroking himself slowly. San breaks the kiss and pulls out. "I-I'm sorry." Mingi assures him that everything is okay and walked over between your legs, practically ripping off your panties. "Did you have fun, my love?" You nodded and brought your finger to your lips. "Good, maybe this could happen more." He said and slid inside of you now. "Do you think that was good for us babe? Think you're full enough?" He asked, fucking into

you roughly. You nodded and began gripping onto his hair. "Think we'll finally get a baby?" Again, you nodded. "You gonna give us a beautiful healthy baby." Mingi's hand moved to pick you up and he bounced you on his dick. "You like me pushing Sannies cum further inside of you?" "Yes, feels so good babe." He chuckles darkly, feeling your walls clench around him. "You close y/n?" You moan a yes and he moves you faster. Out of pleasure, you throw your head into his neck. "Whenever you're ready cum over me, babe." Before he could finish the sentence you reached your orgasm again. He helped you ride it out before sliding you off and on your knees. Using the lubrication of both yours and Sans cum, he jerks off fast towards your open mouth. "Can I join too?" Mingi nods then is shocked when San gets on his knees rather than joins him. This turns a switch in the standing male and now he refocuses on San, who takes him into his mouth. Mingi's head is thrown back as he begins face fucking his older member. He enjoys it so much, he doesn't even have time to realize he came. San relieves himself from Mingi and pulls you in for a cum-filled kiss. The scene before him makes Mingi realize how much he really needed this.

A month later, you sat in the bathroom with San and Mingi outside the door. You were in the process of peeing on the test. Once you were through, you opened the bathroom door for them to come in. While standing outside, the 2 males talked about how the parenting would work. San was unsure if he would be introduced as the father or uncle so Mingi left it to him to decide. Since the day, Mingi never had the courage to bring up to San or you how he felt and it never really crossed your mind again despite the spark you felt. Your main focus was getting pregnant asap. "I think I want to be a dad," San says sitting by the sink. Mingi nods and grabs your hand. It's quiet for a moment before San speaks up again. "How long do we have to wait again?" "About 5 minutes." You said and shook your leg. He nodded and began looking at his phone. "My sister told me about this nice restaurant. Do you two want to go with me after this?" You and Mingi looked at each other and decided 'Why Not'? "Sure!" Mingi responded. "Nice, because I really want to try their beef but I don't want to go alone. And I feel like this is a very special moment for us, no matter the outcome." The three of you kept talking about your plans and the alarm rang. "Oh yeah. I forgot already." San says. The grip you have on Mingi's hand tightened a bit more. "Ready?" He asked you. You nodded and looked at San. "I'm ready. I can just tell you guys the results if you want." "Go for it." Mingi blurts and rubs your hand. The few seconds it took San to pick up the test and read it felt like forever. "Maybe I should've seen the box first. Two lines mean pregnant right?" Mingi chokes on his spit a bit and you gasp. "Don't fuck around with us right now, there's two lines?" Mingi asks and San flips the test around. Low and behold, 2 dark blue lines were shown. "YES! I'M PREGNANT! YES!" You shouted and Mingi hugged you. "WOW! YES! BABY, YOU'RE PREGNANT! THANK YOU, SAN." Mingi yells happily and hugs his smiling member.

5 months into the pregnancy, you lie next to your significant other, unable to go to sleep. A sigh is released and you get up to get a snack from the kitchen. Since finding out that you're pregnant, San has been by you and Mingi's side, making sure that both of you were taken care of. After leaving the kitchen you walk to the living room to see him laid out and asleep on the couch. Mingi assured him that you both were fine and that he could go home if he'd like but obviously, he decided against it. "San," You addressed him and he popped up immediately. "Y/N? Did you need anything? Where's Mingi? How'd you get that snack." You giggled a bit and put a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, I got it myself and Mingi's still asleep. Why don't you come to the bed? The couch isn't comfy." He shakes his head. "It's fine. There's no room for me and-" You cut him off. "San, it's a queen-sized bed. I know I'm pregnant but we're not taking that much room." He began to blush and agreed to come to the bed with you both. Once you got into the bed, he stared a bit awkwardly. "Where should I get in?" He asked scratching the back of his head. "Wherever you feel most comfy. We haven't been able to cuddle much because the baby makes me hot." "No kidding" He mumbled where you couldn't hear him. He decided on crawling between you and Mingi since there was enough room. "Is it okay if I feel your stomach?" San asked you and you nodded. "If you talk to them now, they'll recognize your voice later." San's eyebrows raised. "Really?" You nodded and he began whispering to your belly. "Hi baby, I'm your daddy. Well, Mingi is your daddy too but I am as well. I hope you're eating well in there and not giving y/n any problems." You giggled at how cute he was talking to the baby. "I can sing to it too right?" "Of course." San puts his head on your belly lightly before humming 1117 to your belly. The sounds of his humming begin putting you to sleep. San was unaware until he looked up. Then he proceeded to hum quietly with his head resting on your stomach. Neither of you were aware but Mingi had woke up when you returned. Listening to everything made his heart melt. Seemingly as if he were still sleep Mingi turned to cuddle San who was a bit startled. San shrugged it off and held onto Mingi's arms. When the morning came, Mingi was already up and making you three breakfast. San got out of the bed after seeing that you were still asleep and went to the kitchen. "Good morning San," The white-haired male said with a large smile handing San a plate. "Good morning, I'm sorry about staying the night. I just-" Mingi cut him off now. "It's no problem, really. Maybe it'd be better if you stayed with us." He said hinting. The older member didn't pick it up but agreed to his statement. "It'd be easier for sure. I could be here with you two to help and still be able to spend time with the baby." Anxious to say what he really wanted, Mingi nodded. "Good morning, what's for breakfast?" You asked and hugged Mingi. He walked over to the table and sat your plate down before pulling San pulled out your chair to sit. You were pleased with the meal and began to eat. "Jagi, I was just telling San how great it would be for him to stay with us." Mingi said hoping you'd realize his hidden suggestion. "It would be nice, but I had to fight with him last night to even get him to get in bed with us and the only other room is the baby's room." You said then looked into his eyes. That's when you realized he was holding something back. "I mean, if you can convince him to get in the bed or set up somewhere comfy for him, I have no issue. Mingi's eyes lit up with happiness. "I think we should discuss names. Then maybe talk about me moving in." San said biting into his food. You and Mingi nodded and continued eating as well. "What about Jimin?" San suggested. "Noo, It's too common," Mingi said. "So I guess Jisoo is out?" You said and they both nod. "Yubin?" Mingi throws out there. "Not bad. Y/n?" San includes you. "Yeah, that is cute. But what about Jihyun?" "I think you like Ji names a bit

too much." You push Mingi lightly. "Minseo?" San's final suggestion is said. "Too close to your character in Imitation." You said. "We all agreed on Yubin." Mingi brings up again. "Fine, that's the name." You said and San agrees. It's quiet for a bit longer before San speaks up again. "So I would like to move in but I don't want to intrude on your relationship. You two are so cute and I just want you both and the baby to be healthy." Mingi and your eyes meet again and you urge him to say what's on his mind. "San, I don't want you to think that you're intruding on our relationship. We invited you to help us. We want you to see the baby and I can assure you that we'll be fine. I-I.. I just..." Mingi began fiddling with his fingers. You put a hand on his arm and rubbed a bit. "I think I like you San, and I saw the way that you and Y/N clicked that night. I know you like Y/N and I just think that we need you here. You really care about us and we care about you too." Both yours and San's jaw fell open a bit as he expressed his feelings. Your mind went back to that night mentioned to remember what he meant. "Oh baby, I didn't know that's how you felt. I haven't really thought much about it since then, but you're right." You said. San's face was now red as a beet as he realized everything. "Mingi...I haven't thought much about it either. I-...Hmm" San said but lost his words. "If you don't feel the same that's okay! I just... had to let you know my feelings." San got up and hugged Mingi. "I do feel the same. I like you both and wasn't sure how to tell you myself." Mingi smiled and hugged San back. "Well, I'm glad this all works out! Maybe you can actually join us in the bed now." You teased San. He chuckled and came over to hug you.

Fast forward a year. Baby Yuvin is 8 months old, babbling and crawling. She is almost a perfect mix between you and San. Yuvin was a perfect addition to the family, lighting up you, Mingi and San's life. Even the other ATEEZ members were in love with her. This day, you and the 8 men were at an amusement park just too take the baby out for some fun. "Vinnie, do you want Daddy or Appa?" You asked as she looked at the 2 men conversing. As her legs and arms moved, you put her down for her to crawl. She crawled to Mingi and he picked her up. "Wooww, what'd Appa do to deserve you?" He asked and rubbed his nose against hers. She giggled and smacked her lips meaning she wanted kisses. Mingi smiled and kissed over her left cheek. San gave kisses on her right cheek. Her giggles became louder as she loved the love and attention from her fathers. "San, I'm going to get some snacks. What does Yuvin like?" Hongjoong asked. "If you were her favorite uncle, you'd know." San teased the leader sticking out his tongue. "Here take her with you so she can try the food." Mingi suggests and hand San the baby. Yuvin cuddles into her Daddy's chest and San rubs her back. "Alright, we'll be back. We love you both." He says and gives both of you a kiss. "We love you two too. And be safe over there." You said and they were in their way. "I told you I'd be the favorite between us." San continues teasing Hongjoong. "That's not fair, you're her dad!" "So!" They continued bickering, walking into the distance. Mingi sits next to you and you cuddle into him. "I'm so thankful for the three of you. You make me happier than I could ever describe." He says and kisses the top of your head. "I'm thankful for you three as well. Aaaaand I've got good news for you." You could hear his heartbeat increase. "Wait, should I look for San, I feel like he should know too." Mingi says and starts getting up. "No, no baby. He knows already, we decided it'd be best if I told you alone." He bites the inside of his cheek, a little disappointed from being left out. "What's up y/n?" You sat up and looked him in his eyes. "I'm pregnant...again." Mingi begins laughing a bit from nervousness. "What, really?" You nod and begin telling him. "I found out at the doctors and then San walked in because it was taking a while. The doctor said I'm 2 months along!" Mingi gets excited again and kisses you. "Baby this is great! Oh my gosh! Wait... San was on schedule in Jeju 2 months ago and just came back last month." He tries piecing everything together. You nod and watch him. "How is that possible?" Mingi's brown eyes look into yours and you say "Baby, it's yours." Tears began to form in his eyes. "No, no that's not possible I can't-" "You can and did though. This baby is yours! We're having a baby!" Mingi began to cry and kiss you. "I love you so much. Yuvin's going to have a sibling. I'm going to be a dad again." He rambles. This was more than Song Mingi could ever ask for. He started out with you and the belief that he was unable to have children and was now blessed to have you, San, Yuvin and now a new bundle of joy that was soon to come.

164 notes • Posted 2021-10-01 14:02:10 GMT

Omg poly OT23 ofc no sexual stuff for jisung or chenle,but like imagine poly ot23 just babying y/n oml🥺

I love the idea of this sm, I’m sorry it took so long to write it. ♥ I’m going to break it down to days of the week and how they’re typically spent with the boys. I'll make it a multipart series.

Monday

Mondays were the days you woke up in the Dream Dorms. Often you found yourself in bed with Jaemin, his arms wrapped around you as he scrolled through a food delivery service. “Good morning” you mumbled and cuddled deeper into his side. “Good Morning love, what are you feeling for food?” He asked and rubbed your shoulder. You groaned for a bit before telling him your preference. Jaemin nodded and ordered food for the entire dorm. The both of you shared the dreams you had and discussed them until there was a knock on the door. “You guys up yet?” Renjun asked cautiously cracking open the door. Once he sees the both of you laying in bed with your eyes open, he smiles and properly greets you. The younger of the two informs the elder that food is being delivered. Junnie acknowledges him and tells you both that Chenle arrived. Quickly the two of you get out of bed and throw on a T-shirt to greet your other boyfriend. Once the two of you make it to the living room, Renjun has his arm around Chenle, and Jeno is cuddled against Jisung. "Good morning my loves! " You say rushing to sit on Chenle's lap and hold him close. He chuckles and the 3 males you haven't yet spoken to bid you a good morning. Jaemin went to cuddle with Jeno and Jisung. To your luck, Chenle brought Daegal, who also clung to you. As everyone talked and discussed their plans, the food arrived. You thanked the delivery man and sat next to your youngest boyfriend. "So yeah Y/N, We're going to go to the park then grabbing some food. Wanna come?" Jeno asked putting his hand on your knee. "Of course." You agreed, ruffling his hair. Once everyone finished eating, you and Renjun went into the kitchen to wash the dishes remaining. He washed, you dried. After all of the dishes were finished, Renjun loved giving you kisses all over and little praises to make your day just a little better. Jisung walks in and gags a bit at how you two can be like this any and everywhere. You rolled your eyes at the tall boy and go back into Jaemin's room to find some cute clothes to wear. After preparing for your 3-way date, you meet the boys in the living room again. "Since you won't give me the love out there, can I get my hugs and smooches in here?" You ask looking at Jisung. He nervously chuckled and nodded. Your arms wrap around him tightly and he kisses your forehead. He leans down a bit for you to kiss his cheek and nose and then you break the hug. Jeno pouted a bit before mumbling about not getting his affection. "Well you'll love me in public but Sungie is a bit shyer." The pout still stood on Jenos face. You went over to Jeno and kissed him, held his hand and the three of you went to the park. At the Park, Jisung rode a skateboard while eating his ice cream, and you and Jeno followed him by walking while still holding hands. After a few hours of the three of you being active, you all sat on the bench, and you cuddled against Jeno. He scrolled through the NCT/WayV group texts, which contained lots of memes, plans, and scheduling. You looked at the texts with him, then looked over at Jisung. The mentioned boy was thoroughly enjoying the scenery around him. With the people busy, the wind blowing against the trees and your skin, and quiet nature sounds, he truly felt at peace. Being here with people he loved just made it all the better. You reached out a hand to put on his and he looked at you and smiled. Before you knew it, Jeno's phone rang and it was Haechan asking when you 3 will be home. A brief discussion happened that ended on agreeing to go back at that time. On the way back, you held Jisung's hand in the car and told both of your boyfriends how much you appreciated the time together and that you loved them. They smiled and reassured you that the love was reciprocated. As soon as you got to their dorm, Mark and Haechan were sitting on the couch while bickering. It wasn't over anything serious, just a little teasing. "Hey, big head!" You mess with Haechan. He turns to you and throws a pillow at you. "Your head is way bigger than mine," Channie stated. "Whatever," You joked and

messed up his hair, now sitting between him and Mark. The boys talked to each other about upcoming scheduling to make sure everyone was prepared and aware. Mark rubbed his hand against your arm to warm you a bit. "The boys at the 127 dorms are excited to see you." He says loud enough for you only to hear. "Really?" You responded happily. Lately, 127 have had promotions which just finished. The promotions made it a bit harder for you to spend as much time as you'd like but never impossible. Mark nodded and checked his phone. "Our ride is here, you two ready?" You and Haechan nod and say your goodbyes to the Dreamies. The car ride to the 127 dorms was comforting, Mark flirted with both you and Haechan which made you blush. Once you arrived at the dorms, everyone actually still was quite busy. Jaehyun, Johnny, and Jungwoo all went to the gym, Doyoung, Taeyong, and Yuta all went to grab a bite of food and maybe even a drink, and Taeil went straight to sleep after returning home. Leaving you, Mark, and Haechan to your own. The younger of the two played on his switch as you cuddled against him in Mark's bed. Mark played his guitar while writing a new rap for his upcoming mixtape/solo release. Slowly you began falling asleep but when Haechan failed something in his game, you woke up a bit. You checked your phone to see that the boys who went to the gym had returned and began to get up. "I think I'm gonna sleep in Jae and Jungwoo's room tonight." The two youngest members nodded. "Alright, I think I'll go back to my room too. Johnny gives the best cuddles." Haechan said and looked at Mark. "Wait but you told me I did this morning." The 99 liner said a bit upset. "Did I? Well it's Johnny, he's like a big teddy bear an-" The older of the two could now see that the younger was messing with him and threw a stuffed animal at him before they began bickering again. You chuckled a bit to yourself before heading to Woo and Jae's room. When you open the door, you're surprised to find Jaehyun alone in bed. Judging by the fresh smell, headband, and him being in sweatpants only, you concluded that he just got out of the shower not too long ago. "Hey babe," He greeted you with a smile. "Hey, where's Woo?" You asked getting in bed with him. He wrapped his arm around you and put his face into your neck. "He decided to join Johnny for a bit." A hum of acknowledgment left your mouth as you got comfortable. Both of you drifted into a sleep while talking about your days.

194 notes • Posted 2021-04-29 19:09:43 GMT

Hi love!!

Hope you're having a great day/night🧡

Could you a poly! ChanLix scenario where reader is good friends with them, but all three of them know that what they have is actually more than friendship. The sexual tension is high as well, but they got feelings for each other so they don't act upon them. And whenever one of the boys tries to make a move, reader shrugs them off, telling them love and relationships aren't there cup of tea. Things finally get heated up one day, perhaps after an argument, which leads to some smut and ends in feelings finally being accepted? Sth like that.

Also, I use she/her, but it'll be nicer if the scenario is gender neutral, bc why not. Thanks and much love❤

Warning: Slightly Angsty, Reader cries, Smut near the end, mxm fxm, protected sex!

"Can you pass me the butter?" Felix asks Chan and he hands it over. "Should we add the chocolate chips now?" You asked quietly. "Wait until I mix up these ingredients then we'll add them." Felix mumbles, pouring in an adequate amount of butter in the bowl. "Not surprised to the three musketeers here," Jisung says while stretching and sitting at the table. "Good Morning to you too," Chan says and starts messing with the chubby-cheeked boy. "I need a little more flour," Lix says and looks at you. Quickly, you grab the flour and pass it to him. He thanks you and proceeds to mix the ingredients. "Maybe you should ask her out instead of just staring." Sung teased Chan. You turned around to see a flustered Chan turn away. The younger male chuckled at the interaction. "Ji, stop playing. I'm not in the position for a relationship right now and neither are any of you." You stretched out the 'you' a bit. The tension in the room got a bit thicker and everyone could feel it. That is until Minho and Hyunjin came in bickering about something in their room. They could sense something was a bit off once they sat down. "Did something die or what? Why are you all quiet like this?" Minho asked bluntly. "Nothing died silly. Just was telling them how none of us have time to be dating." Hyunjin and Minho nod in unison understanding the situation better. It was no secret that Felix and Chan liked you. They've told you on multiple occasions and asked you for dates multiple times. As well as confided in you that they were already a couple. The only part that left everyone else unsure was if you liked them back. "Well, she's not wrong. We should focus on our careers right now. You know?" Hyunjin pipes up. "Did you and Minho tell that to-" Jisung began and quickly, Hyunjin pinched him. "Ow!" The blonde-haired boy yelped. "Shut up." The black-haired male retorted. "Do you want to add the chocolate chips now?" Felix asked you to cut the awkwardness. You nod and pour the little bits into the bowl.

-A Few weeks later-

The weather outside was amazing. Yet again it was you, Felix, and Chan together. This time you were doing something Chan enjoyed doing with the both of you. The three of you had ridden bikes around for a bit then decided to go to the beach to run around a bit. As the three of you ran and swam around in the water, the day became darker. Felix chased you and Chan as you ran, all giggling and having a great time. You lost your footing as Felix gained on you. The both of you fell down but he made sure not to land on you but did land above you on his arms. His eyes met yours to make sure you're okay. It feels like time stopped for just a bit and Felix began leaning in closer to your face. His lips were centimeters away from yours before you pushed him away without thinking. Now he sat on his butt a little sore and Chan walked up assessing the situation. "I-I'm so sorry Lix." You apologized and tried helping him up. He snatched away from you and got up himself. "Felix? What's wrong?" Chan asked helping you up from the ground. "I can't keep doing this." Both Chan and your face turn in confusion. "What are you ta-" Chan is cut off this time. "This! Acting like I'm not in love with Y/N" You bit your lip. "Lix, I'm-" "Felix, I think you need to calm down just a bit. Let go back to the house." Chan started walking towards him but he stepped back. "I'm serious! I'm tired. It's wearing on me emotionally and I... I just can't do it anymore." He says and runs off. Tears form in your eyes and you do your best to avoid looking at Chan. Torn whether to chase down his boyfriend or comfort you after his harsh actions, Chris concludes on taking you to the car to calm you down a bit. His arm is wrapped around you as he lets you know that Felix will be okay and he just needs to figure out his emotions for a bit. Once the both of you reach the car, he starts trying to call the blonde-haired male to see where he is. No answer. "I-I'm sorry Chan. I love you both. I do. But I just-" Chris smiles and holds your hands. "You don't have to explain yourself. You've already told us that you're just not ready. I guess we've been a little too persistent." He says and rubs the back of your hands with his thumbs. You pulled him in for a kiss then said. "Can we please go look for him? I'm worried." Chan nods and begins driving around the beach as you called Felix from his phone. After 30 minutes of searching, Chan's phone rings and it's Felix. "Hello?" You answered concerned. "I'm so sorry for the way I acted." "That's not my main worry right now Felix, where are you?" You blurt out. It takes him a moment to answer. "I'm by the food stand now. Getting some Bungeo-ppang." Chan turns the car around to go to him. "Okay. We're on the way. Please don't move." Felix agrees and you sat on the phone with him until you both pulled up. Lix stands there waiting with 2 pastries in his hand while eating the other. You walk up to him and hug him. He hugs you back and hands you and Christopher your deserts. "I shouldn't have acted that way," Felix says as you all walk back to the car, he tucks a piece of hair behind his ear. "You had emotions and wanted to express them. It's normal." Chan reasons with him. "Yeah, but I put you in a situation you shouldn't have to be in and hurt y/n's feelings. Also, my butt and arms really hurt." He pouted at the last part leaving you and Chan to chuckle. You sat with Felix in the back and put your hand on his. "Felix Lee, I want you to know that I do love the both of you. You both mean the world to me." His eyes met yours again. "We love you too Y/N." He says and squeezed your hand a bit. "I don't want to hold back anymore. Yes, we can go on dates, and yes, I'll be yours." You said and got closer to the freckled male. "Y/n you don't have to-" Both of them start but you cut them off this time. "No, but I want to. I mean it." Your finger dragged across Felix's jawline and his breathing staggered a bit. He briefly looked at your lips as if to ask if he can kiss you and you nod. His lips pressed against yours and you pulled him in closer.

Chan pulls into the parking spot and sits back. "Is there enough for me too?" He asks, looking at you both in the mirror biting his lip. "Of course." Felix answers and opens the car door before carrying you inside the house. The older member followed close behind.

You were carried to their shared room. Thankfully Changbin wasn't in. Felix pressed his lips against yours once again as Chan locked the door. Your hands wrapped in Lix's hair and his hands met your hips. The chestnut-haired male stood behind your now shared boyfriend and stroked his hand down the blonde's back. Felix sits up from his position to turn towards the older. Chan kissed Felix and pulled him flush against him. "Baby, I think Chan deserves a bit of a treat." You suggested to Lix. He agrees and sits next to you on the bed. Chan raises an eyebrow, interested in what was to come. Felix keeps his eyes on the standing man while unbuttoning his pants. You assisted by pulling down his underwear. As Chris is freed, Felix licks from his base to tip, causing the previously mentioned man to throw his head back. Now it was your turn. Instead of licking, you placed kisses up his shaft. He groaned and put a hand behind both of your heads. Taking the initiative, Felix took Chan into his mouth and hollowed out his cheeks. You kissed on Chan's hips and v-line. A pop and slurp was heard as Lix lifted off so you could suck off both of your man. You took a brief look at both of them before slowly taking Chan in your mouth. Felix began kinda coaching you through how he liked it and little tips for getting him even more riled up. Afterward, Felix joined you, sucking the parts you weren't. When Chan told you both he was reaching his peak, you kissed and sucked on the tip, kinda kissing each other as well. The standing male pulled back a bit and told you to get close, indicating he wanted to cum on your pretty faces. Both of you do as told with your tongues out and chan releases on your faces staying close to and in your mouths. You swallow but Lix has slightly other plans, pulling you in for another kiss. The kiss was broken and you pulled Chan on the bed, against the headboard. Felix sat on one side and you sat on the other facing Chan. First, he directs you both to get undressed. Then once you're naked he kisses you first and begins stroking Felix. A hand of your own snuck down to touch yourself. Chan chuckles and grabs that hand. He takes your ring finger in his mouth to taste you then groans. "Open up baby boy," Chris instructs Lix and your middle finger is put in between his plump lips. "Doesn't our princess taste great?" The younger member nods his head and begins reaching down to rub your clit. "You want to stretch her out for me babe?" The brunette asks and the blonde nods. His fingers run through your folds, thumb massaging your clit as he pushes his middle finger inside of you. A quiet gasp escapes your lips and the 2 men smile. Soon enough, Lix is fingering you with 3 fingers and spreading them apart occasionally to stretch you out. "So wet for us already?" Chan asks rubbing a hand up your thigh. "Tight too," Felix smirks. You moan as Felix takes back his fingers. "Can you get us a condom, please?" Another request from Chan to Felix. Eagerly, Felix goes to the drawer to grab 2 condoms, placing one on the counter for later. He opens the package with his teeth and hands the protection to Chris who puts it on immediately. "You know how to ride, right?" He asks while pulling your leg around his hips. "Do I know how?" You tease before slowly sinking down on him. Your hips stop halfway down and the grip he has on you tightens. "Oh, I see. You like being a little brat." Then he pulls you all the way on him. This caused your jaw to drop and you moan aloud. The feeling of Chan inside of you was so euphoric that you became a little weak. "C'mon babe, ride me." He says cockily. The brattiness inside you fueled and you began riding at a nice and steady pace. "Don't forget about me too." Pouted Felix to Chan. Their lips connected and Chan's hand wraps around Lix's neck. You picked up your pace and your hands rested on Chris's chest. With his free hand, he spanked you and squeezed your butt. All three of your moans and groans sounded like music to each other's ears. The fluttering of your walls around Chan made him chuckle. "You

close princess?" He asked and stroked your chin with his hand. "Y-yes." You reply with your cheek falling into his hand. "Want me to take over?" His hands preparing for your approval. You nod and he began thrusting inside of you at a rapid pace. Lix kissed on your neck and down your chest. The orgasm crashed down on you at you left scratch marks on your boyfriend's chest. He continued thrusting inside of you until he rode out your high. Very carefully, he lifted you up and took off the condom, throwing it away. Felix helped lay you back onto the bed. "How about you Prince?" Chan asked Lix. "I want you." The younger moaned out softly. This put a smile on the older's face as he bent your shared boyfriend over you and put on a new condom. He uses a few fingers to prep Felix. You placed kisses on Lix's forehead, nose, and lips. Next thing you know the smaller male moaned aloud. "Always so good for me." Chan moaned himself while slowly pushing into Felix. The way the blonde's face contorted in pleasure was beautiful. From the way, his eyebrows pushed close to the way his freckles looked in his cute little scrunched-up nose. Without thinking twice, you pressed your lips against Felix's again and progressed into a makeout. Once Chan felt like he was ready, he began thrusting into Felix slowly. This only increased the moans in your make-out. "Fuck, fuck, oh my gosh." Was all he could get out. "Does Channie make you feel that good baby?" You asked and he mindlessly nodded. "C-can I eat you out please?" Lix asked quietly. "If you want to my love." You responded and scooted up for him to come face to face with your core. He wastes no time in devouring you. The way his tongue worked its magic on you, he was the best at it. "Look at my babies, all fucked out. I can't wait to see this view more." Chan says and begins pounding harder. Now you and Felix were moaning messes. A long groan escaped your lips as Lix slid 2 fingers into you. His tongue flicked back and forth at a rapid pace on your clit for a moment before he sucked harshly. "Shit, baby I'm getting close. Are you?" Chris asks the other boy, tugging his hair lightly. "Y-yes!" Felix nearly screamed. "How about you Y/N Love?" Exhausted, you nodded. "You both have been so perfect for me. I love seeing you both like this. Release for me my loves." He says and both of you do just that. You fall limp to the bed and Felix falls limp onto you as Chan thrusts a few more times to reach him high. Once finished, Chan kissed both of your heads and took the cum covered blanket from beneath Felix. You pulled Felix closer to you to cuddle and he holds you back. Chan came back with a towel to wipe you both down and then cuddled with you two. "I thank you guys for giving me this opportunity to love you both, my best friends." You mumble, slowly falling asleep. "We thank you for being so open." Chan says and kisses you on the lips. Felix pouts for some kisses and both of you give them to him.

283 notes • Posted 2021-09-06 08:59:13 GMT

Nct reaction to you palming them under the table while they talk to your parents at dinner.

I’ll do the groups individually, starting with 127. ♥

Taeil:

This man is just as smiley as ever. Although not noticeable to others you recognize it as his nervous smile. He proceeds to talk to your parents about whatever topic they were on, mainly memories with you. Once you lightly squeeze his dick he coughs to cover the groan he had. Your mother immediately gets up to get him a glass of water as he insists that he's fine. You chuckled a bit which caused Taeil to lean over and let you know what you're in for tonight if you didn't stop.

Johnny:

You don't know what you've started. While sitting at the table, you were enjoying your food but simply hearing Johnny's voice was getting you worked up. Unfortunately, this dinner wasn't only with your parents, but his as well. This situation was at its best when the two of your parents conversed. Slyly, you reached your hand over and began palming your fiance. A devious smirk grew on his face as he took another bite of food. With his other hand, he began unbuttoning his pants to give you more freedom. Your eyes widened a bit, but you took the opportunity. Before you knew it, he now used his free hand to tease you back. As you're about to react, his mom begins speaking to you. Johnny sat and helped you reply with a shit-eating grin.

Taeyong:

This man is NOT having it. Especially in front of your parents. Your father brings in the dishes to eat and Taeyong thanks him. The second your dad turns around, you go for it. He grabs your wrist and looks into your eyes giving you a real warning with no words. Part of you wants to disobey but you know how important meeting your parents is for him. You nod and he lets go of your wrist, continuing the conversation with your father when he re-entered the room.

Yuta:

Yuta is another one who will nearly challenge you and may even address it subliminally. As your parents talked to (interrogated) Yuta, you became bored. He sensed it quickly. Wanting to spice things up, you reached out your hand on his knee and slowly brought it up as they talked longer. Yuta showed no reactions and never planned to. Once your hand reached its goal place, you added a bit of pressure. Your mother asked your significant other what things he thinks makes the relationship stronger. Without thinking, he replied, "Well I'd do anything to protect y/n, no matter the conditions, they know I'm here for them 24/7 and I feel that same way with them as well. Also, I guess you could also say that we just can't keep our hands off each other.."

Doyoung:

Definitely isn't playing with you but will get flustered when you do it anyways. Dinner was actually ending and your parents were collecting the dishes. They told Doyoung about funny memories from your childhood and he laughed. While he laughed, you saw it as a good time to mess with him. Your hand now palmed and teased your boyfriend through his dress pants. He looked at you with a stern stare and reddish-pink cheeks. "Don't you dare unless you want a long rough night." He says quiet enough for only the 2 of you to hear.

Jaehyun:

Jaehyun sees it as a challenge. If you were gonna make a decision, stick with it. This made everything a bit more difficult as you once your sibling made eye contact with you. Secretly your hand was on your boyfriend's erection, 'massaging' him. You tried to remove your hand but Jaehyun grabbed your wrist. "Don't start what you can't finish love. Moving like that will only make it more obvious." He whispered.

WinWin:

Sicheng is quiet but dominant. He, like Taeyong, gave you a stare once your hand reached its destination but you were determined. Winwin liked taming you when you were bratty, which made it all the more fun. About 10 minutes after the first attempt and the both of you being active in conversation with your parents, you tried again and Sicheng chuckled, leaned back a bit, and gave you a look that said you're getting tonight

Jungwoo:

More along the passive side. If you get caught, that's on you. Not only will you be embarrassed, but Jungwoo will be sure to give you what you want. As you caressed your boyfriend, he side-eyed you and kept talking. It was never addressed at the table but surely was taken care of in your bedroom.

Mark:

Flustered. He was already struggling before your interruption. Now he was a mess. Your face now has a smug smirk as you help your boyfriend. He lightly pushes your hand off while refusing to make eye contact with you. Will definitely bring up to you later how you embarrassed him but you reassure him that your parents like him and thought his embarrassment walk precious.

Haechan:

Another cocky little shit like Yuta. We love it though. You were at a family reunion, secluded in your own little section, and seen this as a perfect time to mess with your significant other. Lightly your hand grazed against his hard-on. He groaned and began whispering dirty things in your ear. Both of your lips met and before you know it, your uncle comes over to you. "How cute, the love birds. C'mon, Haechan is it? Lets play some spades" Donghyuk chuckles and gets up, giving you a devious eye. "I'll be back soon babe. Don't forget about me." He says and winks.

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