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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Jungkook: 8:45 PM 🔞

Tags/Warnings: Adult, smut-heavy, making out, Idol!Jungkook, Fluff, Established Relationship, implied foreigner!Reader, not home AU though, Jungkook struggling hard, misunderstanding, angst with happy end, emotional smut, oral (fem. Receiving), protected sex bc this is me writing this and I teach you kids the true life lessons

Lenght: long.

AU-Masterlist

Languages are marked as English / Korean.

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He still can't believe your first time got interrupted by something as ridiculous as his manager calling him.

It's like a reminder that his career will always somehow wiggle itself between him and whatever happiness he tries to find outside of it- nothing ever truly personal for him, everything always meant to be well thought through so it fits into his public persona.

But he refuses to give you up, even knowing all of that.

Apologizing for it just feels.. odd now, like bringing up something awkward you did ten years ago that everyone forgot about anyway before you decided to rekindle the memory in their heads. But the problem here, right now, with you, is that he knows he should bring it up. Somehow. Because he's struggling hard to keep himself in check, even having had to embarrassingly rub one out in the shower this morning after you'd made yourself tea in his kitchen wearing nothing but a shirt and panties.

It's a problem.

He's hesitating to initiate anything now mainly because what if it happens again? He can't just put his phone on silent and ignore what could potentially always be very important calls from people who only want what's best for him in the long run- real life doesn't work like those movies where the protagonist throws it all away for his girl. He wants to, he truly does- but at the end of the day, he's also scared, because if he falls, he'll potentially take you down with him, and God knows how deep he'll fall with where he stands right now.

A drop from a height this high would shatter you inevitably, and he's sure he'd crack like delicate porcelain just as much by having to watch you suffer the consequences of his actions. You don't deserve that.

"..-ungkookie?" You try again, and he snaps out of his thought, looking at you.

"Hm?" He responds, looking at you next to him.

"I asked if you want me to cook for us tonight. Is that alright?" You wonder, and he nods, eagerly so, because of course he'd love to have you do something so domestic with him. He's always dreamed of being able to experience these things after all, despite his curse of being a public figure who's not supposed to appear unavailable. "Alright-!" You hum. "Gonna have to put pants on now though, gotta go get some groceries.." you whine under your breath as you stretch on the couch naked feet pushing against his thighs and oh, how your back arches-

No, bad brain. Not right now.

"I'll give you my card, hold on." He tries to save himself, getting up to fetch his wallet as you begin to laugh.

"Jungkook baby, I can cover some groceries, don't bother!" You argue softly, getting up as well before walking over to him. "You'll just have to survive some minutes without me, that's all." You tell him, hugging his middle as you put your chin on his chest, looking up at him. "Also, people would think I'm a gold digger for using a black card looking like.. well, me." You joke, as he can't help but reach out to affectionately brush some hair out your face, hands holding your cheeks.

"M'sorry." He mumbles, and you part a bit from him, serious at his tone of voice used.

"Hm? For what?" You wonder, and he sighs. Why did he bring it up now? This is going to be so awkward, he already dreads it. But now that he's put the noose around his neck, he might as well stand on the chair too.

"Yesterday. Or.. day before? Technically it was, wasn't it.." he rants, before sighing. "I hate that we.. had moment, you know, and then.. nothing. Ruined." He complains softly, and you can't help but look at him affectionately. He's such a soft soul sometimes, worries about so much that doesn't even need to be worried about.

"Jungkook, it's fine." You answer.

"Not fine-" he shakes his head. "Not fine, I- ugh, I want you, you know? Want to, but now, it's awkward and I don't know how to initiate it because every time I plan to I keep thinking of that moment he called and-" he groans in frustration, head thrown back before he looks down at you. "I'm sorry." He apologizes yet again, and you laugh.

"I forgot to pack socks for this trip, that's why I'm always barefoot in your apartment here." You say, and he blinks once, twice, before he looks at you, confused but amused the same.

"What?" He questions, tilting his head for a split second and you shrug.

"Now I've made an awkward moment for myself too. We're even." You explain, and he laughs.

"Thats not how that works-" he wants to argue but he inevitably leans down to kiss you- a peck quickly deepened by you, because God knows you want him just as much. But the struggle of initiating isn't solely his alone, because you don't know how to either. All is still new with your relationship, you don't even live together at this point in time, only a week more and you'll be back home trying to figure out how to move most of your stuff to his country so you can be closer. This was all a test, after all- to see if it's worth it. If you'll be okay.

And you know now, you'll be just fine with him at your side.

"Hm I need to get going now though-" you say, trying to escape him now- but he won't let you, hands firm on the small of your back as he keeps you against him, lips chasing yours making you giggle as you lean back as far as you can. "Jungkook!" You laugh, but he just playfully bites at your neck.

"No, I'm hungry." He mumbles against your skin, and you look at him, pushing against his chest.

"Yeah that's why I have to go? Get everything to cook?" You remind him, but he shakes his head, gaze making it clear that he doesn't care for that.

"Not.. that." He tells you. "Hungry for you." He says, raising his brows and you laugh at how ridiculous he's being. How can he be both so cute but also attractive at the same time? It's truly unfair.

"You're so cute." You tease, catching him off guard to escape his grasp and run into the bedroom to get some proper pants at least. But he's faster, palm slapping flat against the wood of his door before the momentum of his move slams it into the wall with a loud noise, making both of you jump for a second before he stalks towards you.

And once the backs of your legs hit the edge of his bed, you know you lost.

It's like his patience had finally snapped, his hands eagerly helping you out of his shirt, happily running his palms over your skin, warm and soft as you move around a bit to get comfortable. He sighs when his phone vibrates somewhere close- probably having fallen out of his pocket on the couch earlier, and you laugh, visibly uncaring of his misery. "Go get it." You tell him when it sounds again, and he groans out loudly as if he's in pain, angrily stomping back into the living room, where you can hear him answer the call with an annoyed tone to his voice. It surprises you when he walks back into the bedroom however, pointing to the shirt you're attempting to put back on, before he motions for you to put it back on the floor where he'd thrown it down earlier.

Just what is he thinking right now?

"Yeah, that's fine." He talks into the phone, his free hand untying the strings of your sweatpants, before he pulls on the hem, tapping your hips as if to silently ask you to lift them so he can get you out of those pants. "Not right now, but tomorrow is fine." He continues to talk to whomever is speaking to him over the phone, while simultaneously running his hand from the side of your knee, up to the hem of your underwear, the last item of clothing covering you at the moment. It's oddly exciting to see him so serious, yet clearly more focused on you than anything else.

You've never felt so adored before.

His fingers slip underneath the side of your panties, teasing you, so close yet way too far from where you'd like his hands to be most right now. And he's clearly aware of it too; if the hooded eyes and the small smirk on his lips was anything to go by. "No, right now.. I'm pretty busy. Sorry." He speaks again into the phone, thumb running over the dip between your inner thigh and your by now more than aching heat. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip for a second, before the whole thing visibly seems to edge him just as much- then tent in his pants evident.

"Alright, yeah, just- text the schedule to me and I'll talk to you tomorrow about it, okay?" He offers into the phone, moving to stand up and search for something in the drawer of his bedside table- colorful foil package pretty obviously hinting at what he means when he's said he's currently busy. "Alright, hmhm, yup- bye." He rushes out, ending the call before he throws his phone somewhere onto the shirt you'd been wearing, his eyes rolling in an annoyed manner before he takes off his own shirt, joining you on the bed.

"Did you really hang up on him like that?" You wonder, giggling when he has to sit back to slip out of his loose grey sweats as well, jumping on one foot for a bit as his other gets stuck in the fabric for a second.

"I'm not sorry." He shakes his head, crawling closer to you on the mattress to get a hold of both sides of your panties. "I've got my hot girlfriend all pretty and ready, no one can ever blame me for being needy." He shrugs, shaking his hair out of his face before he tries to pull your underwear off. "Hey come on now!" He whines almost, a stark contrast to the tattooed, muscled appearance of him currently already flushed and fully erect, straining against the cotton of his own underwear.

"Needy." You tease, and suddenly, as if you'd pushed a button, as he suddenly pulls on the fabric with more determination, successfully getting rid of the item of clothing with a gaze that screams fake innocence. Jungkook isn't new to sex, and neither are you- but it's the first time doing it with each other, which naturally places a bit of pressure onto you.

Or maybe it usually should be like that- because somehow, it all comes naturally.

When his hand finds your heat, you're already melting underneath his gaze, no words spoken as he leans further over you, catching your lips again. Only that this time, he truly seems hungry; no longer offering you fleeting pecks but desperate kisses that try and convey just how much he wants you right now. He knows that he could never truly make it clear to you though- because he himself doesn't even know if that's possible.

He's never wanted anyone so bad.

And while usually not too fond of it, his need to prove himself as the perfect lover- emotionally and physically- makes him detach himself from you for a second, before he adjusts his position, leaning down to have you lay your legs over his shoulders, hands holding your thighs apart as he lays his mouth onto your heat.

It's an entirely new experience for you, and he knows.

But luckily, if your Impatient whining was anything to go by, you're definitely enjoying yourself as he flattens his tongue over your sensitive nerves, eyes focused on you while he has to use a little strength to keep your legs apart, especially when you grow close to your first orgasm. He's eager to see it, moving away to gain a better view before one of his hands finishes the job, gaze on you as you arch your back and come undone from his actions.

And its now that he really can't take it any longer.

"Fuck I need you." He curses under his breath, finally getting rid of the last item of clothing he still had on until now, no need to give his length any form of help to get ready for you. He can't help but groan a little under his breath at how sensitive he feels, rushing the act of wrapping the condom over as to not rile himself up too much.

After all, he wants to be inside you for his own orgasm, no matter what.

"Hm I'll go slow, ok?" He asks, and you nod, hands reaching out for him, making him chuckle. "You're cute." He comments, earning a roll of your eyes in return. He lets it go for now- giving you a pass this time, but only because be truly feels needy now.

He'd love to tease you a little, make you all whiny and desperate for him, but right now, he just wants you as close as he physically can get.

Though in his haste to get onto his own road towards pleasure, he never forgets you- pride swelling as he watches you hold onto him, wanting him just as much as he wants you. He's a little sweaty already, and the sheetsbare tangled badly at this point from all your squirming, arousal already staining some parts of them but right now he really can't bring himself to care.

He uses one of his hands to aid him in finding your entrance, positioning himself to carefully push himself inside, and at this point, he just feels as if he truly became one with you. It's the last key experience in a way he's had to have with you, and now that he's in exactly that moment, things start to feel real.

"I love you." He almost whispers into your neck while he starts to move. "I'm.. so grateful you're here." He tells you, hips moving at a steady pace. "I want you to.. stay forever." He almost asks, in a way, and while you can't give him an answer to that right now, you probably will later.

After you're back with the normal thinking human beings, because right now, with his pace and strength gaining as he chases his high, your head is definitely unable to form thoughts.

In a way, he loves the sight of you like this. It's awfully sinful, a sight only he wants to ever be able to see, no one else.

He can't control his own noises at this point, uncaring of his groans of pleasure as he chases after his peak, noticing you growing antsy as well, visibly eager to cum as well. And he will make sure you'll get your attention as well- he'd never let you down, ever.

And with his hand reaching in between you both to find where he needs to be, you're gone and out; head thrown back into the pillows while he pushes himself in deep, condom filling with his seed while he slows down into almost no movement at all.

Catching his breath, he leans down to you to kiss you once more, ticking of his clock on the bedside table coming back into the background noise, as well as the cars outside from the opened window, and your breathing underneath him. His senses return one by one as he pulls himself out, moving to get rid of the condom and start the shower.

"Come on." He asks, tapping your thigh, but you just whine all grumpy at him. "Noo get up, get up- the bed's all messy and we're too.!" He laughs, all energized from his own afterglow, while you seem to be the exact opposite, having to be physically pulled into a sitting position by your wrists. Jungkook himself can't help but simply laugh, before he takes matters into his own hands, lifting you up over his shoulder-

And of course, landing a loud smack onto your butt for good measure.

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moongreenlight · 7 months

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More on Soap and his f!demon!reader because you guys forced me like oooookay I get it you’re horny on main

Just kidding everything I do is for you. All you have to do is vaguely imply that you want something and I’m all over it baby anything you need.

Mdni. Nsfw below cut.

Johnny’s demon who follows him everywhere after his first kill. Bound to him the moment the bullet left his chamber. A partnership of sorts. Cast into the pits and valleys of his soul. Gifted to him in the few intimate moments where the deafening blast of his rifle slowed time. Kept a secret even from him. A partnership between this world and the next. Quite literally a give and take. You sworn to him so long as he kept up his end of the bargain. Kill or be killed.

You stayed concealed in shadows for years. Flitting from corner to corner to make sure you always had an eye on him. Silently coaching him through little whispers carried to his ears on the wind. Watching him grow as a soldier under your care. Honing and refining his skill as you saw fit. Leaning your chin just over his shoulder during missions. Voice leading him through to victory like siren song.

Protecting him when it was necessary. Wrapping your big wings around him to shield him from an onslaught of bullets. Leaving his side only for a moment to gore a sniper with their sights on him with your blackbuck horns. Curling your fingers around his to force the trigger of his pistol back if he hesitated and put himself in danger.

It was a bit dirty in principle. Like forging his signature on the deed that signed his soul over to the devil, but he didn’t seem to mind. The cost of invincibility coming at a relatively low price all things considered. The only drawback was his ego. Sizable before, now bloated into something almost grotesque. Cocksure and arrogant but not without his charms.

Not to mention, you’d almost taken a liking to Johnny in your time together. Like a parasite slowly becoming fond of their host. He keeps you fed. Bringing you with him to the field, letting you gorge yourself on blood and carnage and pain until all you can do is drape yourself over his broad shoulders and lazily flick your magic around when it’s required. And he’s decently entertaining for a mortal. Has to be the best company you’ve been forced to keep in at least a few hundred years.

Though you found yourself getting increasingly irritated each time he came home from a mission and thanked God of all people. Letting him pick up a few more scrapes and bruises than you usually would on his missions after that whole bit started. Each murmured ‘Thank you’ making you hiss and howl down at him from your perch in the shadows. Wanting to show him just who he should be thanking for his survival.

Tired of his baseless belief and wanting to teach him a lesson on saying thank you; you revealed your human form to him during midnight mass on Christmas Day. Can’t say you didn’t have a sense of humor.

You sat alone in the pews. Feeling when he entered the church minutes after you. Skin erupting into goosebumps, hair standing on end, a heat starting under your skin like you’d been dropped into a pot of water being slowly brought to a boil. You watched from the corner of your eye as he and his family slowly made their way down the rows of pews, finding yours was the only one with enough room to hold the lot of them together. It all seemed too perfect when you and Johnny ended up knee-to-knee.

You felt his energy shift. He could feel you as much as you could feel him, but the sensation was foreign to him. The same discomfort you’d been plunged into when you took your human form. Trying to cooly fold the sleeves of his dress shirt up at his elbows and seem attentive to his mother who was harping on him about his hair up until the moment the priest stepped to the pulpit.

You didn’t get a chance at him until the congregation was finally prompted to greet one another. Some love your neighbor nonsense.

Johnny turned to you immediately. Standing from his pew with the rest of the crowd. Unable to sit still in such discomfort. His skin hot as yours. Buzzing just under the surface like he was inches away from a live wire.

You blinked up at him through thick lashes, wetting your lips with a flick of your tongue before pushing to your feet. Letting him shift his weight for a few more moments as you looked him over.

Standing in front of him, he dwarfed you. Always had- but especially now when you didn’t have your wings or horns to compensate. Not the tallest in the room, but carried himself like he was. Chest puffed out, arms subtly flexed by his sides, dress shirt hugging his muscled form just right.

He stuck a hand out. Brow cocked as he sized you up with glittering blue eyes.

“Peace be with you.”

He spoke first. You fitted your hand in his. Barely blinking when the meeting of your skin elicited something like a static shock. Relieving both of you from your discomfort.

“And with your spirit.”

You responded through a coy smile. He looked reluctant to take his arm back. The shock hadn’t deterred him. Instead he wrapped his fingers all the way around your hand, hanging on to you for a beat longer than was necessary.

“Alone on Christmas?”

He still didn’t let go of your hand. A sharp smile. Almost predatory.

“Nobody to spend it with.”

You shrugged, still gazing up at him with big doe eyes. Finally allowing your hand to drop from his and immediately feeling pins and needles in the absence of his touch.

“Don’t believe that for a minute.”

You caught his knee inching toward yours on more than one occasion as the mass carried on. Like he was testing the waters to see if you were truly the reprive he was seeking. Fidgeting slightly where he sat. Teeth clicking softly as he ground them. Cracking his knuckles. Clenching and unclenching his jaw. Shifting his hips slightly forward on the bench. To his credit, he showed an impressive amount of restraint. Never touching you. Not that it would have done much through his trousers.

The one true pitfall of your being bound to his soul. Forgotten until now in its seeming insignificance. It was near agony for the both of you when you took human form. Like your life force being torn in two and dangled temptingly close but just out of arm’s reach. A kind of pain that didn’t need to land blows on either of your physicalities. Felt divinely through each you. Not used to being separated, you had an almost instinctual need to be together. You’d known beforehand and he seemed to be picking up on it quickly. Skin needed to touch skin in order to provide either one of you any relief. Give both of your spirits space to knit themselves back together.

For being so tightly braided in the fibers of his being, you found it almost shocking that you hadn’t noticed how desperate he could be when he was looking for release. Body tense in his increased discomfort. No doubt grappling with the effects of your separation. Sweat beading at the back of his neck. Tugging at the collar of his dress shirt. Bouncing his knee. Looking up toward the rafters before fixing his gaze on you in an attempt to pass it off as a sweep of the room. The way he brushed your arm reaching over you for a bible nestled in a pocket just in front of you. Making contact with your exposed skin for a fraction of a second and nearly whining when the both of you felt your unease settle for a fleeting moment.

Trying to push up against you when you were down on the kneelers, murmuring a clipped apology each time. Still somehow finding time to rake his eyes over you. Nails digging little half-moons into the back of his hands where they were clasped in prayer.

On the tail end of the service, communion was given. You followed behind Johnny and his family. Just behind him like you had so many times before. His normal prowl substituted for a more casual saunter. Subduing his ego for something a bit more reserved in the presence of not only his family but also the good lord. Nodding his thanks as he took his bread and wine. You had to fight back the distasteful curl of your lip at the motion. Even now he was thanking God.

You saw the way he tried to casually turn his gaze back to you when you stepped up to take your Eucharist. Tongue laid out flat and long, head tipped back a few degrees. Intentionally pornographic in your acceptance of the wafer. Nearly tripping over his feet when he caught you staring straight back to him. You made a show of pulling your tongue back into your mouth, your best attempt at a demure smile curving your lips.

He tailed you closely on your march out of the church. You lingering on the walkway. Seeing the way his eyes flicked back to you as he walked his parents to their car. Mother still going on about something or the other. He needed to visit more or he needed a proper haircut or he needed to call more. He cut her off with a kiss on the cheek before closing the car door. Shook his father’s hand. And as expected, crossed the parking lot quickly to get back to you. Grinning wolfishly as he saw you stood with your winter coat folded neatly over your arms pretending to look around for who knew what.

“Still alone, are we?”

He queried, standing in front of you, folding his arms over his chest. You didn’t miss the way he flexed just barely, making the dress shirt bite into his bicep.

“You worried about me?”

You cocked your head slightly to the side, chewing the inside of your lip to dilute the smile threatening to curl your lips.

“Ken I oughta be, pretty lass like you.”

He chuckled softly, blue eyes glittering under the warm glow of the lights outside the church.

“Aren’t you sweet.”

You deadpanned.

“You’ve got no idea.”

He’s used to getting what he wants, that ego of his. And you’d made the mistake of not outlining exactly how quickly you’d play into his game beforehand. Mind now clouded from not being with him. Walls came crumbling down embarrassingly quick.

He’d somehow persuaded you to let him give you a lift back to his place. You making up some excuse about not being from the area, staying with a friend who must have fallen asleep instead of picking you up after church. Somehow allowed him to keep his hand fixed on the small of your back up two flights of stairs to his flat. Somehow wound up with a tumbler of whiskey in your hand, pushed onto the couch with Johnny sandwiching you against the arm.

Awfully smart for a mortal man. Figured out what it took to keep him comfortable and ran with it. His fingertips ghosting along the hem of your dress. Delighting in the goosebumps both of you got when he brushed your skin with his. The insatiable heat crackling within each of you dying down each time only to be fanned with a renewed fervor when he drew back. Eventually settling on not pulling away at all. Resting his hand on the top of your thigh, running the fabric of your dress between a few fingers. Careful to keep his palm flat against you. Infuriatingly comfortable with you seeing as you were a complete stranger to him. Chatting like the two of you were old friends. Flirting like you had done this time and time again.

He wasn’t one to beat around the bush. Couldn’t be arsed to play the fool and try and skirt around the subject. A dog after a bone, really. Practically drooling over you as you made idle chitchat. And the worst part was that it was working. You’d try to blame it on your addled state. Not in your right mind. Only you knew how flimsy those excuses were. Trying to curb his advances with little success. Trying to keep the ball in your court.

You were still looking to assign blame to something when he grabbed your hips and tugged you under him on the couch. Circumstance. Mindset. Whiskey. Church. God. You couldn’t even remember what the two of you had been talking about. Something insignificant. Very well could have been the weather. You had a feeling it didn’t really matter.

Hovering over you close enough to feel his feverish heat all over. His knee forcing its way between your legs like he felt some kind of right. Using his big paws, still clamped around your hips to grind you against his thigh. A sharp laugh when you tried to hide the soft mewls that bubbled up inside you.

You felt smaller than you had in eons. Not used to being jerked about. Reduced to something resembling a true human under Johnny’s touch. Not having been material for centuries would do that, you supposed. No room to think about the needs of your physical body if it’s something that’s been shelved until now. And- fuck. It’s like somehow your body had found room to store up thousands of years of repression. Bursting at the seams. Somehow, the heat in your belly rivaled that of being separated from him. A feeling that couldn’t be sated like your bloodlust. Like a hunger that could claw its way up out of you if left untreated.

He was grinning at you like the cat that ate the fucking canary. Properly giddy. Tickled with himself for snatching you up. You wanted to snap at him. Hiss and spit like you had when he’d thanked God instead of you after a mission. Remind him that he wasn’t the hero he thought he was because this was all part of your plan, but the words died in your throat.

“Jesus. Thought you’d be a good girl. Meetin’ you in a church and all.”

His voice wasn’t doing anything to help your case. Nearly sending you feral under him. Unable to help the wetness gathering at your sex. You tried to press your thighs together. To buck his hands off of you, but it only made him snap his teeth in your face. His fingers bit in just a touch harder, pressing you down into the couch.

“Thought you said you were sweet.”

You bit back, lips pressed into a tight line.

“Dinnae know s’what you wanted. Don’t seem like it.”

“Funny.”

You shot back, voice a bit more obviously breathless than you would have liked. He’d let go of your hips, leaving you to grind yourself against the muscle of his thigh that was pressed tightly against you. He looked down, watching the way you moved. Whining at the sight. You were much too lost in your mind to notice the small damp spot that was forming on the leg of his trousers. Rolling your hips lazily against him.

“You like funny? Cunt get this wet for any funny bastard that comes along?”

You couldn’t muffle the high keening sound that tore from your throat in time. His filthy words taking you by surprise. Blinking rapidly and making a vain effort to still your hips, but he was quick to the kill. Snorting a laugh and tugging you up off the couch. Bullying you down the short hallway and into his bedroom. Walking you backwards using his legs to guide you. Puffed-out chest knocking you in the direction he wanted, kicking at your feet if you were going to run into the wall or a corner. Herding you like some sort of farm dog. There was a nasty look in his eyes now that you weren’t touching anymore. Even a few seconds apart seemed too much.

He shoved you backward onto the bed, not giving you time to adjust the awkward angle at which you’d landed before he was knelt before you on the ground. Yanking you forward by the backs of your knees which caused your dress to bunch at your hips. Leaving your dripping sex exposed to him. The thin panties doing little to hide your arousal. You yipped softly, trying to twist away from him. Give yourself the high ground, but he wasn’t having it.

He wasn’t the light, arrogant, charming Johnny you’d seen before. Nor was he the dark, rough operator you’d seen him be on the field. This was something different entirely. He looked like a predator that had finally caught some elusive prey. A flash of his teeth through an infuriatingly smug smile. Eyes raking you over like he was about to tear into you. It made something deep within you coil tightly. The heat in your belly now at a roaring boil. Your plan long forgotten. Lost somewhere to swirl among the fog that took over your mind.

Given the animosity he was exuding, he took his sweet time warming you up. Kissing, nipping, sucking, licking his way up your legs. From knee to hip on both sides. Leaving small, dark marks on your skin. Marking his territory. Panting softly over your barely clothed cunt. You making your situation even worse when you twitched and mewled softly under him. Cheeks burning a deep scarlet.

It was entirely too much and somehow not enough. The visual of him knelt between your legs that were hanging off the bed. His artful way of touching you. Your thundering heartbeat and the blood rushing in your ears. It nearly pushed you over the edge without him even needing to touch you.

He was a dog pulling on a taught leash. Doing everything he could to restrain himself. His breathing was ragged. Eyes steely. Pupils blown out. Unable to look away from the damp spot on your panties. Humming his approval at the sight. Working his calloused fingers under the fabric and guiding them down your legs. His muscles were tense, impossibly so, threatening to burst the seams of his shirt. Swallowing hard when he finally got a look at your drooling pussy.

“Jesus, bonnie. Fuckin’ perfect.”

He shifted slightly on his knees. Cock pressing uncomfortably hard against his pants. The muscles in his jaw twitched slightly. Sat stilled for a moment with his hands at your thighs with a white-knuckle grip.

You whined. A choked sound. Trying to squirm out of his eyesight. A bit uncomfortable being ogled. This sent him back into action, strong hands yanking you back toward him. Snapping his teeth in your face in warning.

He then spent more time working you out. Like he had nothing else he’d rather be doing. His mouth hot and wet. Touching anywhere but your clit out of some torturous principle. Spreading you open with his thumbs. Lolling out his tongue and allowing drool to drip down off it and add to your gathering slick. Blowing cool air on you. Watching your every twitch and shake with lust-glazed eyes that somehow seemed more attentive than normal. Committing you to memory.

You were nearly in tears. He’d ruined your plan. Turned you from an all powerful being into some shivering, whimpering thing. Overstimulated without him needing to wreck you with an orgasm. Sweating and whining and yelping at his touch. Trying to tangle your fingers in his hair and jerk him closer, but he just swatted your hands away or sunk his teeth into the meat of your thigh to shut you up. Unable to be put off of his path even after you’d stooped well below your status and managed to ask nicely a few times.

And when he finally, fucking finally, showed you a bit of mercy; he only sunk one finger into you. Enough to make you let out a low, throaty growl, but not enough to satisfy you. He pumped in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. Biting his lip and panting as he watched the way your drooling cunt swallowed him so perfectly. You tried to roll your hips into him like you had on the couch. Tried to grind into his knuckles to give your swollen clit some friction, but he rewarded your efforts with a mean slap on the leg. It took you by surprise. Pain like that- physical pain- had been so rare that it made you cry out and jerk your head up to stare at him wide eyed and open mouthed.

“Yer gettin’ bratty. Take what I give you.”

He shrugged, still unable to tear his eyes away from where you were clenched around him. Though he didn’t bother hiding the smug smile he was sporting.

“N-not enough. More.”

You whined, tossing your head back onto the mattress.

“Hell of a way to say thank you.”

He chided, tutting his tongue softly.

“You’re out of your mind if-“

He put a quick stop to your impending tirade by stuffing you full with another finger. A soft squelching sound as he began to pump faster that sent you reeling. Unable to form a coherent thought, you were left to fall apart on his bed. Legs hanging lamely off the edge as he had his way with your cunt. Treating it like you weren’t even there. Cooing pure filthy words of admiration to your sweet cunt. Pinching around your clit for a moment before sliding back down to hold you open between the index and middle fingers of his free hand.

Fuck. So pretty. Look how she sucks me in, mm? Needy thing. Never been treated this good? Need‘ta get you ready, yeah? Bet she’ll be prettier all stretched out.

By this point, you were sobbing. Fat tears rolling down your cheeks and creating little stains on the comforter on either side of your head. Rolling down your neck. Something coiled so tightly under your belly that you were certain you would implode. Turn yourself inside out before he ever granted you release. Pained and overstimulated and under-stimulated all at once. Rendering you useless in doing anything other than moaning and fisting the sheets weakly in your hands.

He stayed like this for a few minutes, until he could tell that you were getting pushed to your breaking point. Working up his pace. Curling his fingers more and more. Letting his breath fan you. Still uttering filth like it was prayer. Fucking reverent. Slowly adding drops of water to a reservoir until the dam burst. It sent you careening over the edge when he finally wrapped his lips around your clit and gave a gentle suck. Lewd, wet noises coming from the both of you. It took all of a few seconds for you to reach your orgasm. Whatever had been furled tightly within you finally snapping and exploding outwards. Wiping your mind clean. Only allowing you to focus on your release. Walls clenching and spasming around his fingers that did not relent. Crying out and moaning and gasping much louder than you’d meant. Clapping a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself. Bucking your hips up into him and re-starting the entire process when your now hypersensitive clit grazed his teeth or tongue.

He stayed latched on to you for much longer than was appropriate. Lapping up as much of your spend as he could. Working his fingers into you well past the point of exhaustion. Keeping you spread open and on his view the entire way. Paying no mind to the way his knees began to object to his position or how tight his cock was pressed against his pants. Obsessed with the way your body reacted to him. Obsessed with your pleasure.

It felt like he was trying to make you come completely undone. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from you until you were nothing but a puddle on the bed. He spared you no mercy when he finally pushed himself to his feet. Hands flying to his belt and tearing it off. Too impatient be bothered to shed his trousers completely, opting to tuck the waistband just under his heavy balls. Shucking your dress up over your head. Using the slick gathered on his hands to lubricate his cock before he started fucking into his hand.

His leaking tip bumped against your clit each time he thrusted forward, sending you spiraling. Seeing stars. And now that he was certain he’d gotten you to come, it seemed the only thing he could focus on was his own orgasm. Yanking off his dress shirt with one hand. Working his needy mouth across your chest, up your neck, over your jaw until finally he met your lips. Leaving a slick trail of spit in his wake. Meeting your mouth with such a desperation that your teeth bumped together. His tongue sloppily working it’s way past your lips and further into your mouth.

He continued to fuck into his hands, eyes rolling back each time he brushed against you. Hypersensitive by nature, amplified a thousand times by the throbbing hardness of his cock. Dipping into you just a centimeter at a time. Driving the both of you insane. The scalding heat of his skin pressed flush against yours. The taste of yourself still on his mouth and chin. Sweat on sweat. Your head spinning. Mind still clouded with blinding pleasure. You wanted to tear him to shreds. So frustrated with him and his effect on you. Ruining your plans. Like he’d taken a seam ripper to your edges and was pulling you apart without even needing to try.

He hummed something filthy that you couldn’t quite make out. Sound muffled by the blood thundering through your ears. Letting out something that resembled a scream when he finally sheathed his cock deep within your walls. No longer satisfied with the stimulation of his hand. Bottoming out on his first thrust. Finally slipping himself out of the collar that was choking him in his rabid attempt to bury himself in you. He gave you no time to adjust to his girth, and you found yourself truly connecting the dots as to why he was so insistent on stretching you out with his fingers and loosening you up with multiple orgasms.

Your back arching impossibly further up into him. His sweat-slick forehead pressed hard against yours. Noses bumping together as he set a punishing pace humping into you. His eyes screwed shut in pleasure. Groaning and whining about how good you felt around him. He was beating hard against your cervix. White-hot pain popped spots behind your eyes. Your body trying to adjust to the feeling of him buried so deep.

“Fuckin’ perfect. Takin’ me so good.”

His tone was stuck somewhere resembling a growl. Rumbling so low you swore you could feel it in in your chest. Teeth clenched. Huffing in sharp breaths as his hips slammed into yours repeatedly. All you could do was mewl and cry under him in response.

He reached his orgasm relatively quickly, burying impossibly deeper into you when he finally came. His face buried into the crook of your neck, teeth sunk into your collarbone. It irritated you that he didn’t think to ask if he should pull out. But that was yet another boundary he didn’t seem to care for. Like he knew there was no way you could deny him. Like he felt that same entitlement to any part of you that he wanted. And honestly- that thought rang dauntingly true.

He thrust lazily into you, riding out his high before collapsing down next to you. Still sporting that infuriatingly smug grin. Fucking glowing. Tugging you over into his big arms and wrapping them around you. Tucking you under his chin and suffocating you with his smell. Sex and whiskey and cologne and incense. You hated that it worked to calm your aching body and mind.

“Oughta keep you around.”

He mused, chuckling breathlessly over you.

You simply hummed your response. Sighing sharply and resigning to the fact that revealing yourself to him at all may have been a mistake. You were at his service indefinitely.

#this took me forever to write because writing smut is so hard I kept having to take giggle breaks #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x you #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap cod #soap call of duty #soap x reader #John soap MacTavish smut #soap smut

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anzulvr · 4 months

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ʚɞ On Purpose Karma x (fem) Reader || Chapter: 1 ୨୧

001 Game Time || Next

[Name] was standing behind the chain-link fence, wide-eyed and immersed in the E-class VS A-class baseball game exhibition.

"You can't seriously be interested in this— since when are you a sports fan?" Kaho scoffed.

"Since today?" Truthfully, [Name] wasn't all that interested in the game, her eyes were set on Karma.

"Oh I get it, you've got a thing for one of the players!"

"What? No! Where'd you get that from?!"

"Shindo right? Don't worry, I won't tell!" Kaho noted with a breathy laugh.

[Name] nodded fervently. It was better for Kaho to believe [Name] liked Shindo rather than word get out that she was dating Karma.

It was Karma's idea to keep everything on the down low, that way people wouldn't give her a hard time for being with him.

"Batter number eight, left fielder, Akabane." The commentator on the speaker brought her attention back to the field.

Karma stayed in place, all eyes were on him.

"Hang on, never pegged you as the type to play dirty, sir. If the rules haven't changed this little gambit ain't legal, they're bogarting the infield umpire should have called 'em on it by now."

His voice grew in confidence by the second, "Oh come on, anyone else smell a rat or is it just me?"

Karma turned to face the fence where most of the main campus was spectating from.

"Oh never mind, you guys are morons! Baseballs like a foreign language to ya!"

[Names] peers collectively grew angry, yelling insults back at him. Karma took it all in stride, turning back with a smile, happy to have elicited a response.

No one expected E class to play this well, even Shindo looked defeated, Kunugigaokas star player was struggling to get a hit against the lowest ranked class.

"Preed, do you mind getting us something to drink?" Kaho half-heartedly requested.

"Yeah I've got you, I'll be back!" He scurried off instantly, anything Kaho asked from him went.

"Kaho… don't you think this is a little much?" [Name] asked.

"It's not like they'll find out. Guys are such idiots."

Kaho dated a lot but not out of love, she got a kick out of toying with people, or maybe she wanted to feel loved, [Name] couldn't know for sure, she was only able to make assumptions based on what she saw on the exterior since Kaho wasn't the type to speak vulnerably.

"You're with three guys this time, and Preed is nice, I feel bad." [Name] said disapprovingly, she kept her tone hushed and careful no one was listening in.

"He'll live… Are you with me or against me?"

"Okay, Okay sorry."

If Kaho wasn't with Preed, she was with Seo or Yozo. [Name] couldn't go a day without third wheeling, ever since Karma was moved down to end class she hadn't had anyone else to hang out with.

Who knew baseball could be so intense? At some point Karma dodged a bat to the face by the millisecond, eventually, the game ended, the speakers blasted for the final announcement.

"The game is over, I can't even— this is insane… the winner is, I never thought I'd say this but the winner is E-class…!"

The students from the main campus complained about the loss as they left, the only people cheering were in end class themselves.

"Preed still isn't back, I'll go look for him, see you around [Name]." Kaho sighed on her way out.

[Name] pulled her phone out and sent Karma a message.

message start

[Name] Meet me at the small building to my left?

Karma looked around the field until his eyes caught yours, his focus went back to your contact as he typed out a reply.

[Karma] Yeah just a second Ill have to make an excuse

message end

"What are you smiling about Karma?" Rio grinned while trying to get a peek at his phone from behind his shoulder, unfortunately for her, he could sense her creeping up on him before she got the chance.

"I'm getting a call, I'll meet back with everyone in a few!"

Once he was out of earshot Rio turned to Hinano "What's he lying for? I wasn't able to read his screen but I know he wasn't getting a call."

"That's suspicious… What if he's hiding a girl!" Says Hinano "Or a body!" Fuwa chimes in

"Out of those two outcomes the body seems more plausible…" Rio laughs, she tilts her head as if she's got a brilliant idea, "Hey Ritsu, you should listen in on what he's doing through his phone!"

"I shouldn't eavesdrop… I told everyone I wouldn't do anything without full consent."

Unfortunately for Ritsu, Rio's knack for sweet-talking has always been unmatched, "Exactly! As his friends we have to look out for him, we can't do that if he's sneaking around all the time, doing this would make you such a caring friend!"

"I'd be caring…? I guess that makes sense, okay I'll do it for friendship!" Ritsu, who’s new to all sorts of human emotions and expressions, naively gathers up her resolve. Now she’s just as involved as the rest of the group.

ᝰ ♡

Karma put his batting helmet on [Name's] head "Sorry you had to watch us destroy your class on the field." He bragged, not anything new.

"I was rooting for you, keeping my poker face was hard!"

"Your eyes were shaped like hearts and you were practically foaming at the mouth, your poker face could use some work."

"I was not! Anyway, how are things in E class? You look pretty close with everyone." [Name] turned the topic around.

"Is that jealousy I hear? Cute, but don't worry [Name] I still like you best."

"I'm not jealous! Just a little worried, the way Mr. Ono decided to send you to end class was harsh."

"I'm good I promise, I like it better in 3E, The only thing I miss about the main campus is you." He flicked her forehead. [Name] handed the helmet back to him, playfully shoving it into his chest.

"I know I complain about how annoying you are every day but, I wish Mr. Ono sent me to End class with you."

Karma smiled and shook his head no, "Don't go getting crazy ideas, tell you what, i'll take you out to eat as a consolation prize!"

"It's not a consolation prize if I wanted you to win!"

"Right, so what I'm hearing is, you're paying?"

"I take it back! I'm so upset you won…please pay for us!"

"Fineee…" He feigns disappointment "We'll go to [Café], right after school tomorrow, don't be late!"

#Akabaneonpurpose #ansatsu kyoushitsu #karma akabane #karma x reader #akabane karma x reader #karma akabane x reader #assassination classroom x reader #assassination classroom #assclass #karma akabane headcannons

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miam0re · 1 year

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Aftercare(2) | Side Characters

Warning: Implied sex? Implied rough sex, overstimulation;

Pairing: Diavolo, Solomon, Simeon, Barbatos X Fem!Reader (separate)

Summary: How he takes care of you after he's fucked you nice and hard

Mia’s Notes: Back to writing after months wow this feels good!! Also what title should I use for Obey Me characters who are not the demon brothers? Is Side Characters fine or...is there another word for them. Also for anyone wanting to know if I’ll write anything for Mephisto or Raphael...I don’t know them?? Like they probably show up much MUCH later in the story (or in some events) But I don’t have much information to work on. So right now...not gonna write for them.

Hope you like this mwah mwah

(ALSO not proofread....eheheheh)

You can find the Demon Brothers version on my blog!!

Diavolo is always trying his best to be gentle with you, treating you like his sweet little princess

But can’t help it if he gets pussy drunk on how tight and warm you are. Next thing you know, he’s pounding into you like a demon in heat. Wowzie

Insides and outsides both covered in cum, you’re quivering in his hold as he’s rocking you from side to side, calming your little sobs

He makes it a point to communicate with you, asking you what all you enjoyed, what you didn’t enjoy and what he could do to make you feel good (no, not only in the bedroom sense)

Tell him all the places it hurts and he’ll rub the pain away, making note to be careful of the position that made you ache so much

Most of all, he loves to hear you tell him that he was good to you, and he will reciprocate your words, praising you with words from all three realms

“My Queen, I will do everything to see that gorgeous smile on your face. I love you…so please tell me, how you want me to show it.”

A cheeky sorcerer always finds the best ways to put his spells to use, and Solomon thinks the bedroom to be the best place to…play around

Sense depriving spells, spells that would have you cumming again and again, after effects of magic are sure to follow the bedroom activities

Sub-drop is sure to happen when he overstimulates you with magic, but magic also happens to be a good cure for head ache and body pains

You’re in his hold, head on his shoulder as he murmurs a foreign language in your ear, rousing you to fall asleep as magic tingles over your bruised skin, colouring them its original blush

His fingers caress the curve of your spine, the drag of his magical fingers relieving the pains you felt

More than that, his spell chanting sounds like a lullaby with the little kisses he’s sure to dot around your face and neck after every verse, making you sleepy…so sleepy…

Perhaps that is one of the spells he used ;)

“Time for you to rest, my Darling. Tonight has been quite fun. Oh? Asleep already? You didn’t even hear me say I love you.”

His touch is truly angelic. Nothing short of the most soulful and affectionate moments spent with Simeon worshiping your body for the night

He doesn’t know it, but he makes a mess of your insides. Ah but he only notices the mess he’s made of you outside :p

With your head resting on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeats, he busies himself with massaging your head and fixing your hair

He’s putting pressure on all the right spots on your scalp, blunt nails running through your hair making you sigh and hum in happiness

Your temples, the spot behind your ear, the nape of your neck- he’s giving all of it attention until you melt on top of him

His fingers curl in the tangled locks of your hair, combing your hair smooth and there’s something so oddly satisfying about having him separate your hair into parts and twist them into a braid

When he’s done playing with your hair, he’s pressing multiple kisses to the top of your head and hugging your shoulders tight, squishing you closer to himself

“I love you, my Angel. Would you like me to massage your head some more? Anything to make you feel loved.”

His tail is slithering down your legs and by the way you moan in exhaustion, Barbatos realises that he may have overstimulated you a tad too much

Worry not, acts of service are this demon’s specialty and you are his top priority right now

Once you’re all clean and robed in the silk blankets, thanks to him, he’s excusing himself to prepare something for you

No later, in front of you is a tray with baked dessert and a tea blend from his private collection

While blowing the steaming liquid and holding the cup to your lips, he tell you that this tea will make you feel better and help with any form of fatigue, helping you take small sips while brushing your hair out of your eyes

And who can say no to desserts, especially when they’re being hand fed to you, your lips being lovingly wiped off crumbs after every bite, don’t mind him if he uses his lips for that a few time ;p

“Is it to your liking, my Lady? I love you quite a lot and wish for you to feel good, so please, don’t hold back and tell me what you want of me.”

#mia.smut #mia.writes #obey me smut #obey me #diavolo smut #solomon smut #simeon smut #barbatos smut #aftercare #after care #obey me x reader smut #obey me x reader

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astroyongie · 1 year

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Yongie you should do the kink thing with our placements 🙈

I'm so curious if my actual preferences would match with my astrological placements 🤔

Let me change this and actually make a small post about Kinks for everyone to check !

Kinks Through Astrology

note: For this, I would advice you to look at your mars sign, 8Th house placement and potentially Eros placement to complement. Also this is just a resume

Aries: Their kinks are very passionate, harsh and rough. So usually kinks involving uniforms, dress up, sweating, inside locker rooms or any sport room; also showers, pools, baths. Kinks around roughness, hateness, grudges, angry, jackhammering; orgies and threesomes can be a huge turn on too, domination play, pain play, hair pulling. Also deep throating, face slapping, face spitting

Taurus: it's roughly vanilla. it involves breath play, hands around throats, chocking; also soft BDSM, food play, touches and foreplay is important, prolonged sex, instead of several rounds, huge ones, hands over mouth to keep silent, stuffing their mouth, oral, slow sex, against hard surfaces like tables, walls, grounds

Gemini: Hands play, fingering, handjobs, finger sucking, hands wrapped around their back, hands restraining or bonded, they are huge dirty talkers and/or get turn on by dirty talking, some praising other degradation, oral giving and receiving, licking and sucking body parts in general, phone sex, sexting, videotaping it, and using all type of toys.

Cancer: They are very daddy like, so daddy play and everything that it includes, older or younger people depending on the person, creampies, pregnancy fantasies and fetishes, pegging, "alpha omega knotting", chest play, boobs play, nipple play, physical pampering, praising, kissing, touching, comforting sex after an argument, sadness or being upset, unprotective sex, no use of contraception, some have family incest fantasies

Leo: Praisign and or degradation depending on other placements, chest play as well, with nipple play and nipple sucking; fight and argument sex, violent sex from it as well, exhibitionism, cock worshiping, body worshiping, role plays of being different people or dressing up, hair pulling, screaming of pain or pleasure, noise in general, pictures, body degradation

Virgo: A lot of submissive play, with not only sex slave play, but full under domination, letting the person do whatever they want, fuck doll kink, holy spaces or semi-public spaces, like sacred places or working places, heavy bondage and restriction, shibari, noise sex, loud moans and grunts due to voice fetish, slutting, oral, blowjobs and going down on their partner, rimming, and playing hard to get or innocent play

Libra: anything involving anal play, so pegging, anal, rimming, plugs, butt slapping, smacking, beating and punishment play, lingerie sets, latex play, wax play, nightlife kink with doing the deed in clubs, bathrooms, hallways, public spaces, striptease, seducing and flirting during the deed, worshiping play, hard to get, saying no when wanting yes, kinks are vast.

Scorpio: too many kinks, they have no limits so they want to try everything that there is. Biting, making, sucking, hickeys, kissing, heavy and soft bondage and restriction linked to BDSM play, pain play, sadistic play, domination play and roughness; oral, blowjobs, penetration with fingering or with toys or sex, hypersensitivity, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, showers, beaches, baths, pools, semi-public.

Saggitarius: huge attraction for foreigners people out of their culture, novelty, no limits in kinks either they want to do everything, several parties, one night stands, want only experience, gets turn on by people confessing to them and filing their ego, public sex, semi-public, semi consensual, trying new things, legs bitting, leg restraining,

Capricorn: Blindness, restriction and bondage play either soft or hard, doing in on the shadows, during the night with no light, perfume and scent sensitive, wax play, tickling, feathers, spanking, butt slapping, punishment, voyeurism, picture taking, video tapping, doing sexual videos and posting them, watching people or videos, orgasms denials, torture playing, edging

Aquarius: big kinky as well, this could go to one night stands, anonymous partner, glory holes, yellow houses where the ladies are, threesome, foursome or even orgies and sex parties, golden showers, degradation with body fluids, incest fantasies and other taboo fantasies, daddy kink with all included on the theme like daddy baby girl play and creamies, breath play, weird fetish, toys and also attraction towards foreigners

Pisces: Masochists play all the way, they are versatile and their kinks go everywhere depending on the person? Foot plays and fetish, emotional damage with redoing their traumas, wanting love and violence at the same time, a mix of gentleness and roughness, being degraded yet praised. So it's basically a paradoxical kinks, blood play and fantasies, knife play, taboo kinks as well.

#astrology #astrology facts #astrology kinks

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heliads · 1 year

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Hello hey can you do some fluff with Thomas ? 🥰please

when they are talking in the safe heaven they was mutual pinning for them since the glade. She was all ways there for him and vice versa. They are a balancing personality. She was pessimistic and he was optimistic. But they have matching energy: one day he make a stupid joke and she says « why I’m in love with you remind me « but she didn’t mean to, and Thomas was surprised because they were in love it was obvious and didn’t stop teasing her for it.

Ps : Newt and Teresa are alive

i believe in newt and teresa being alive

masterlist

There is no such thing as winning over Y/N. That’s one of the very first lessons Thomas learned upon entering the Glade, along with the other crucial ones such as ‘don’t pick a fight with Gally,’ and ‘for goodness’ sake, Greenie, stop trying to go in the Maze.’ Still, he’s not inclined to give up yet. On any of those topics, actually.

Thomas is not prone to surrender. He is a fighter, always has been. Or, he’d like to say that, if he had any idea what he ‘always has been’ in his life. There is Thomas now, Thomas when he first came up in the Box, and then a great expanse of nothingness before and after that. Blank emptiness is his past, unknowable odds his future. There is only Thomas in the present moment, so capable of changing his future that he doesn’t even know his past.

The nothingness makes it easier to remember the lessons. He has so few concrete memories in his head that the day-to-day events stand out in bright highlighter neon. Thomas can remember the sensation of a pen but never what brand he liked best nor what he might have written with it. Thomas does not know if he has ever worked in a garden growing up, but he knows what seeds can become and that he hates being a Track-Hoe, so he focuses on the last bit instead.

It makes him lie awake at night, spending hours staring up at a sky utterly foreign to him in the hopes of remembering any more of it. The constellation over his nose could have been his favorite, once upon a time, it could have been taught to him by a mother or father, but now it is just a broad handful of stars somewhere beyond his reach.

With so little to fill his head except fear and paranoia of the day before, Thomas is forced to conjure up something better worth his imagination, and more often than not, that happy thing becomes Y/N. Y/N is probably what Thomas will become sooner or later, once the initial rush of finding himself in the Glade wears off and he just grows sick of everything in sight.

Y/N has been here longer than most everyone here. The only rivals she has in terms of tenure would be Alby or the dead boys lying in a grave somewhere in the Deadheads. All that time stuck in these stone walls, and it taught her the importance of never getting your hopes up. Thomas met her the first time and thought that he might make it his goal to get her to smile.

He reached that after a few days, but that didn’t stop him from trying again and again. So what if Y/N is a realist who’s given up on dreaming of a way to get out of here, Thomas has enough heart for both of them and he’ll wield it just the same. Thomas sidles up to her at meals and tells terrible jokes until she has to sip at her water to hide a smile. He listens to her talk about everything that goes wrong in the Glade and intersperses recollections of what went well that day as well.

Slowly, surely, Thomas swears that she’s coming over to his side. He can win her friendship like a battle, a round of cards, anything he can make his own with enough dumb luck and a good few twists of fate. He’s come closer than anyone else, so that surely should count for something, right?

Thomas knows he’s getting there when the other kids start intervening. Minho takes it upon himself to tell Thomas that this whole thing is a lost cause. Been there, done that, Minho says one day while they’re out mapping a sector of the Glade, you’re going to have to give up eventually, and you know that. Y/N doesn’t want to suddenly become an optimist. It’s not going to happen.

I don’t want her to suddenly become an optimist, Thomas argues back, I just want her to like being around me even if I’m one.

Later that day, while they were taking one of their few much-needed breaks, Thomas had dared to ask Minho more in between desperate sips of water.

You knew her at the start, didn’t you? What was she like? He’d prompted.

Minho had sighed, stared at the water in his hands. She was like you. I never thought she’d give up on the hope that we’d get of here, and then she did.

Thomas had pushed for more details on just what had happened to change Y/N’s mind, but he hadn’t been able to get any additional facts out of Minho other than a recollection of several Gladers lost without any monumental change in their slow slog towards getting answers out of the Maze.

Mainly, though, what had done Y/N in was time. She’s spent three years here now, three years without any sign that they’ll ever leave. Fine, then, Thomas decides. If Y/N can’t see a world in which they ever get out of here, he’ll forge a new one just to make her eyes light up again.

He’s good on his word, too. When Thomas finds the way out, when their entire way of life goes awry and Gally tries to exert his control over the Glade, Thomas fights his way out with his friends. He shows Y/N the door out of the Maze, and he takes her through it.

Thomas doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to forget the look on her face when they step out into the sunlight for the first time. The sun was still there in the Glade, obviously, but it isn’t the same when you can feel the shadows of the Maze walls on your back with every other breath. Out there in the real world, though, that was something else altogether.

It was good, even when they were fighting for their lives in the Scorch. They spent their days terrified of Crank activity, but when the sun sank beneath the horizon and they were finally able to rest in whatever meager shelter that crossed their path, Thomas looked at Y/N and he knew that her hope was back. It was enough to make him keep fighting for a better life. It was enough to make him feel infallible.

And they did it, didn’t they? They found their way out. Thomas is reminiscing about old, worse times from his hut in the Safe Haven, far away from harm. Cranks cannot reach them here, nor WICKED, nor anyone else. He is here with his friends and Y/N, and he could not want for anyone else.

The final fights were the worst of Thomas’ life. He lost allies, but he saved some, too. Thomas doesn’t know that he’ll ever experience a fear quite like the one ricocheting through his chest when Newt was bitten. For a few horrific minutes there, Thomas had thought that he might lose him, the one friend he’d had from the very start.

Minho had made it back in time with the cure, though, and then Newt was blinking up at him with shocked eyes and asking what had happened. Thomas hadn’t been able to answer him, not for a while. He remembers standing there, clutching Y/N for support, knowing that without her there he might have collapsed to the ground by Newt’s side.

That was Y/N for him, Thomas supposes. Whenever he was low, she was high. They complemented each other perfectly. He held out hope when she couldn’t, and when he was in danger of losing himself, Y/N pulled him back from the brink. Survival does horrible things to us all, but sometimes it gives you salvation in the form of people. Y/N is his people. Y/N is all he has ever needed.

Y/N was the one Thomas was thinking about when he was fleeing Janson through a burning city. Y/N was the name on his mind when Thomas caught Teresa just before the roof caved in. When the explosion hit him too hard and Thomas passed out on the Berg carrying them away, her face was the last one that flashed through his head.

It is all okay, though. They have lived through the horrors, the desolation, the grief. All that is left for them now is a quiet sort of ending, an epilogue in which the heroes win and the villains are forgotten. Thomas rises with the sun and goes to bed with the moon, and slowly, carefully, he heals.

They do that together, too. Thomas hands over leadership duties of the new settlement to the others; he wants no part of that now, no forced maturity of any kind, and he runs away to the one person who will always want him now. It’s funny, looking back on the Glade, how Thomas had always operated with this slight fear that Y/N was just humoring him because they were both stuck in the same place. He knows now for a fact that was never the case.

She’s told him as much, both directly and through the little things. He picks a wildflower out of surprise that such a colorful thing could idly grow on the side of the road and she tucks it behind her ear for the rest of the day. He wakes with nightmares and she holds him until the dreams become just that, just dreams, just memories which can no longer touch him.

Thomas thinks for the first time that growing old sounds like something that he can finally ignore. In the Glade and Scorch, the thought of making it to infirmity was something of a dream, an impossibility he would never reach. Right now, though, Thomas wants all the time he can get his hands on. He’s desperate for it, greedy and drunk on every moment. He loves the little things. He is enchanted by the big events. All of it is his, and all of it is beautiful.

He finds Y/N in the mornings, the evenings, the afternoons. They walk until their feet ache and sleep until the sun has climbed far too high in the sky, laugh and cry and live. It is nothing like what he thought growing up would be like, but then again, he never thought he’d make it far enough to judge. Right now, he is happy.

Very happy. He turns to Y/N as they’re sitting by the edge of the water and tells some sort of stupid joke. He’s been prone to them recently, like some inner comedian has suddenly remembered it exists and dusted itself off for its fair share in his personality. Maybe the Thomas before the Maze liked being funny. He’s never had enough time to figure out who that was at all.

Thomas waits for Y/N to say what she usually says in response to his attempts at being funny: laugh along, maybe, or swat him on the shoulder, or come up with an even better joke just to make fun of him.

Instead, she rolls her eyes fondly. “That was awful.”

“Great,” Thomas corrects, “I think you mean it was great.”

“I certainly do not,” she says, smiling, “Remind me again why I love you?”

It’s late in the evening, maybe she’s tired, maybe that’s why she slips up and says something like that. Neither of them have been willing in any way to put a name on what they have or what they feel, but it occurs to Thomas that he wants that label more than anything he’s ever wanted before.

Y/N’s face looks tight, as if the skin has been yanked up on her bones to expose the skeleton beneath. She starts talking about something else quickly, the words tumbling out in an attempt to hide what had been said before. It doesn’t matter, though, Thomas knows what he heard and he adores it.

“I love you too,” he says. He feels like shouting it.

Y/N stares at him. “What?”

“I love you,” he answers her. “I love you. And you totally knew that, by the way. You’ve known that all along, so you do not get to just pretend like that didn’t happen. I know what you said. Also, I want it remembered from here on out that you said ‘I love you first.’”

Y/N gives him a look, but she can’t stop her lips from twisting up into a grin, so even her fiercest glares can’t weather him in the slightest. “Why does the order of who said what first even matter?”

“Who knows?” Thomas says, shrugging as casually as he can, “Probably that you’re just, you know, obsessed with me or something. I wouldn’t blame you.”

This time Y/N does swat him, but she kisses him too, so Thomas supposes she could be forgiven. He already has. He’d do it in a heartbeat, even if she was stabbing him through the chest instead of toying with him. He loves her. He loves her, and he won’t do anything else but that.

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cherrycola27 · 1 year

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Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Specific Chapter Warnings: Violence against women, torture

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Chapter 15: The Great War

You groaned as consciousness slowly made its way back into your body. Everything hurt. Your head was pounding, your mouth was dry, and your body felt stiff. "Ugh," you sighed as you tried to sit up from the wooden floor.

You slowly blinked to take in your surroundings. You shot up as the memories came back to you. You tried to stand but were quickly pulled back down thanks to a set of handcuffs that were attached to the floor beside you.

"Well, look who's finally awake, and just in time." Someone said. You snapped your head in the direction of the voice. "You." You sneered as Preston Baxter strolled into the room. "I should have known you were behind this!" You growled at him.

"Of course I'm the one behind it. I'm the only person who's life you ruined, aren't I? Or are there others?" Preston asks as he tilts his head to the side.

You flare your nostrils and tug on the cuffs.

"Now, now, don't hurt yourself." Preston chuckled.

"How are you out of prison?" You demand. "A good lawyer and a temporary insanity plea." He states before grabbing a chair and walking over to sit in front of you. You slide away, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible.

"Well, aren't you going to ask me how I did it?" He says.

"How you did what?" You spit at him.

"How I kidnapped you silly." He exclaims.

"Okay, I'll bite. How'd you do it?" You ask him. You've seen enough action movies to know that if you get the bag guy talking, they might slip up and tell their plan.

"Well, first off, I had my baby brother Alex hack the White House so he could get himself a job on the security team. He forged all the documents and changed his last name to not raise red flags. After a few months, he was put on your detail. I waited for the right time until we had an opportunity. Once we had it, we took it." Preston tells you gleefully.

"You've been in prison. How were you able to plan all this?" You ask him

"You see, that's the thing about prison. It gives you plenty of time to plot your revenge. I spent two and a half years perfecting this plan, and you're not going to ruin it for me this time. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a ransom call to make." He claps his hands.

"Ransom call?" You question him. "Yes, while kidnapping you is a great revenge arc for me, extorting your husband for money—it just sweetens the pot," Preston says before getting up.

"The president doesn't negotiate with terrorists, foreign or domestic." You spit at him.

Preston, let's out a breath. "In normal cases, he wouldn't. But he's already proven that when it comes to you, he doesn't think rationally." He tells you before Alex brings him a phone that looks like a brick. He taps his foot before the call connects.

"Hello, am I speaking to the president? Wonderful. Well, Mr. President, I'm not going to mince words. We both know that I have your wife, and if you ever want to see her alive again, I'm going to need one hundred million dollars wired to an offshore account. I just sent the information to Mr. Rodriguez's email." Preston says into the phone. There is a pause before he sighs and brings the phone closer to you. He clicks a button before holding it in front of your face.

"They want proof of life. Gone on. Let them know you're alive. But don't try anything stuipd." He urges you before placing the phone on speaker.

"Bradley. Bradley, Dearest. I'm alive. I'm okay." You assure him.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to get you. I promise everything is going to be okay." Bradley tells you.

You shoot your eyes up at Preston. It crosses your mind that Bradley might not know who took you, so you do the exact thing that you knew Preston wouldn't want you to do.

"Preston Baxter and Alex are the ones who took me!" You shout into the phone. Rage flashes across Preston's face. You continue to yell as he takes the phone away. "Don't give them a dime, Bradley! Don't give them—" a harsh slap across your face sends you tumbling to the floor.

"Didn't I tell you not to do anything stupid you bitch?" He sneers as he crouches down next to you on the floor.

He grabs you by your hair and pulls your eyes up to meet his. "I hope you know just how much I'm going to enjoy making your life hell." He tells you.

"Fuck you." You growl before spitting in his face. He roughly drops you, and your forehead makes contact with the wood floor. You curl up, protecting your midsection before he gives a swift kick to your ribs and exits the room.

After a few minutes, you find enough strength to sit up. You drag yourself until you're leaning against the wall. A few tears prick your eyes, but you will them away. You won't let them see you break. You place a hand on your stomach and stroke it. You weren't sure how you were going to make it out of here alive, but for the sake of the child growing inside you, you knew you'd have too.

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It had been six days since you had been taken. News of your kidnapping had hit the mainstream media, and tips from all over the globe were coming in. Bradley made sure each one of them had been followed up, but nothing had come from any of them.

He sat at his desk with a now cold cup of black coffee, a copy of the Times, a stale muffin, and more cigarette butts than he cared to count. Dark rings framed his eyes, and his five o'clock shadow had morphed into a three a.m. blackout.

"Jesus, Rooster, you look like shit." Jake said as he came into the Oval Office to check on him.

"Well, Hangman, please forgive me for not looking front page ready while my pregnant wife has been missing for almost a week." Bradley snapped back.

Bradley saw the hurt face across Jake's face. "I'm—I'm sorry. I can't eat, I can't sleep, and we are no closer to finding her than we were a week ago. I'm going crazy Jake. Every tip we get gives me some hope, and then when it doesn't pan out, I'm back to rock bottom again. The only helpful information came from that couple who saw the abandoned car at that rest area. They said the SUV that was leaving was headed south. Do you know how many places are sound of D.C.? And what if they aren't even in the country anymore? It was hours after she went missing before the first call came through. And the ransom call wasn't until the next day. She could be anywhere in the world right now!" Bradley sighs before sinking back down in his chair.

"How the fuck did we not know that Preston Baxter was released? How did we end up hiring his brother for her security team?" He sighs.

"I did some digging, and apparently, his little brother is a genius. Graduated from MIT, ran a software company, but ended up getting mixed in with the wrong crowd and did two years from hacking a bank in the Midwest. IT found a hole in the White House firewall. They think he hacked a server and forged his information to get him a job here." Jake tells Bradley.

"I feel like this is my fault. No, I know this is my fault. If I had never run for president, none of this would have happened." Bradley sighs as he rakes his hands through his hair.

"You can't blame yourself for this Rooster. If you hadn't had done this, you never would have met Wise-woman. You never would have married her or made a kid with her. He'll, I wouldn't have met the love of my life either. It's not your fault. Y/N is smart. She left those notes for us. She told us who took her. She's going to be okay. She's strong. She's a survivor. She's a Bradshaw for crying out loud. Now, you might want to shower and fix your face. Yout in-laws and Mav and Penny just got here." Jake said as he patted Bradley on the shoulder before leaving.

Bradley did what Jake said. He took a shower, cleaned up his face a bit, and put on fresh clothes.

He wanted to shoot himself in the foot when he came face to face with your mother. He could tell that her tearful words and sullen expression were more of an act than anything. He'd tried to get in contact with them the day he found out you were gone, but they were in Greece and had finally decided to join in the search now that it was getting national attention. Your father seemed genuinely concerned, even offering to to man the tip room phone lines if that would be helpful.

Maverick and Penny tried their best to comfort Bradley. That evening after they had come to the White House, Bradley pulled Maverick and Penny into the Oval Office to tell them you were pregnant. He swore them to secrecy. It was on a need to know basis, and your parents were not in that loop.

Later that evening, Maverick made a few phone calls and called in a few favors. There wasn't much the Navy could do, but if Bradley needed them, Pete Mitchell would make damn sure the entire Dagger Squad would be ready for him.

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It's nine days after your kidnapping that Preston reveals the true reason why he has taken you. You're woken from a fitful sleep by the sound of a table and chair being slammed on the floor in front of you.

"Rise and shine sleepy head." Preston calls as he pulls you to your feet and plants you in the chair. Alex brings a laptop and places it in front of you before opening it.

"What do you want me to do with this?" You gripe.

"I want you to use that fancy security clearance you have to log in and get us into the encrypted server. Once we are in, my dear brother is going to steal something more valuable to us than you." He tells you.

"Nuke codes. It's always nuke codes." You breathe out. "Why would you need those?" You ask him.

"Let's just say that before I was in prison, I made some deals with some shady people. I borrowed a hefty sum of money, amongst other things, and promised to pay them back in nuclear codes once I was chief of staff. However, you came along and wreck those plans. Now that they know I'm out of prison, they are demanding I pay up. So, get me those codes." He demands.

"Can't your brother get them?" You ask him. "Unfortunately, the security is too good. Alex can't hack it, he's tried." Preston informs you.

"Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but when you become First Lady, you don't get top secret clearance. My information doesn't work anymore." You cross your arms.

Preston slaps you hard enough to knock you out of the chair. He grabs your and jerks you up. His fingers dig into your arm.

"You wanna do this the hard way, fine, will try again tomorrow." He says before twisting your arm and leaving.

After two days of him not giving you any food, you realize that Preston is going to try and starve the information out of you. He tried beating it out of you, but the bruises on your face and arms are proof he didn't get anything. When the third day comes, you're almost ready to break. Not for you, but for your child.

When the door to your room unlocks, you expect him to come in again for another round, but instead, it's Alex, and he's carrying a bag.

You scamper to the far side of the room, trying to put as much space as you can between the two of you.

"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." Alex says as he holds his hands out like he his trying not to spook a wild animal.

"I brought you something to eat." He tells you as he brings the bag over and sets it next to you before walking away and sitting down on the floor across from you.

It's not a five-star meal, but you gladly tear open the pack of beef jerky and chips he brought you before gluping down some of the water that's also in the bag.

"Preston is out checking in with his parole officer and running some errands in the city. I went to the little gas station a few miles away to get this for you." Alex tells you.

"I know it isn't good for pregnant women to get dehydrated or starve." He says. You pause mid chew and look up at him with wide eyes.

"How—" you can't finish the question.

"I saw you leaving the clinc that day. And you got sick the first couple of days here. Don't worry. I'm not going to tell Preston. He's already done enough to you." Alex shakes his head.

"Why are you helping him?" You ask him. "I'm the reason he owes so many people money. A few years ago, I was trying to prove to some buddies of mine how good of a hacker I was. I stole money from the wrong people. Pres, he—he kept them from killing me. I owe him." Alex shrugs. You can see in his eyes that he never intended for it to go this far.

"I know it probably doesn't mean much, but I'm sorry. You didn't deserve this." Alex tells you before getting up and leaving the room.

Your eyes drop back to the plastic bag in front of you. There is a sleeve of powdered donuts and some peanut butter cups inside and another bottle of water. You grab the candy, and that's when you notice it. A small slip of white paper. You grab it and realize it is a receipt from the store. You quickly read over it and smile. There, printed in tiny black letters is the name of a town and a state. You know where you are. Now, you just have to figure out how to let Bradley know.

Two days later, Preston brings the computer set up back again. Only this time, when you refuse to do anything, he pulls a gun from his waistband.

"Recognize this?" He asks you as he cocks his head to the side. Of course you recognized it. It was the same one he'd tried to kill you with once before.

"Type in your information, or I shoot you." He states coldly.

"You and I both know you are going to do that." You tell him with a smirk. "And why wouldn't I?" He sneers.

"You're not going to kill me because you need me. You can't get the codes or the money without me. You've been sending Bradley dated proof of life videos every two days. If those stop, what makes you think he won't track you down and blow you and this shithole off the face of the earth?" You state. "Me being alive is the only barging chip you have. You may be dumb Preston, but I don't think you're stupid." You say.

"Shut your mouth before I blow your brains out." He threatens you.

"Just make sure you don't miss this time." You laugh as he cracks the handle of it across your face.

"Type. Now." He demands. And for the first time, you give in. But you purposefully type your password wrong. You know that after five incorrect log-in attempts, your account will be locked, and cyber security will be notified. You are praying that they look at the attempted passwords. Each one you type in is a bit of information about where you are. After the fifth attempt, the screen goes black.

"See. I told you. My credentials don't work anymore." You smirk as you point to the screen.

Preston shoves you out of the chair and screams. "You fucking bitch. You did this on purpose!"

"No, I didn't! I don't have access anymore!" You defend yourself before his fist makes contact with your face.

"Fine. If I can't get the codes from you, I'll just have to get them from your husband. Maybe a good old-fashioned torture video will be just this thing to motivate him." He says before storming out of the room.

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"Mr. President!" Dante yells as he bursts into the Oval Office. Bradley shoots up and looks at him. He can tell Dante has news.

"Sir, we think we know where she is." Dante breaths out. Bradley sucks in a breath as he waits for him to explain.

"It appears she tried to log on to the White House server, but used the wrong password five times and locked her account. IT looked at each incorrect attempt to see what was going on because they knew the activity was suspicious. Each one is a clue about where she thinks she is. Look." Dante says as he hands a paper to Bradley. He reads it. "North Carolina, RidgewoodFalls, House, GasStation, Help." He says.

"We looked into the town and found out that a few months ago, an old farm in Ridgewood Falls was bought in cash by someone named Peter Brandon. We think that might be the alias Preston is using. We are currently working to get a rescue team together. The only issue is that the farm is near the town. We have to be careful going in without alerting him." Dante says.

Bradley agrees before dismissing Dante. He leaves his office and makes his way to the bedroom. He sits on the bed and grabs the framed photo of the two of you from your summer in San Diego. He touches your face and twists his wedding ring. "I'm coming for you, Sweetheart."

Two days after finding out where you are, almost seventeen days after you were taken, the White House receives a video of what they think is proof of life. Instead, they are met with the sight of you tied to a chair and gagged while Preston breaks three of your fingers and punches your face until its bruised and bloody. It ends with demands for nuclear launch codes in addition to the ransom money.

Bradley's blood boils as he watches the events unfold. He throws the coffee he is drinking across the room, and the mug shatters into a million pieces before he screams in anger.

He demands that the Navy SEAL team that Dante and others were organizing be sent in immediatly to extract you. Dante informs him that it isn't so simple.

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE WHAT IT TAKES! If you won't have the SEAL team go in and extract her then you'll leave me no choice but to fly Air Force One to North Carolina so I can get her myself!" Bradley screams before slamming his hands on the table.

"Sir. I understand your frustration. But we haven't been able to arrange air coverage and support for them. We need jets and pilots and don't have them yet.

"You need jets and pilots? Well, why didn't you say so. Bring me, Rear Admiral Mitchell. Now." Bradley says as people scramble out of the room.

"Mav," Bradley begins as he enters the room. "Is Phoenix sit the commander of the Bush carrier?" He asks.

"She is." Maverick answers. "How fast do you think we can get the Dagger Squad to Norfolk? They are the only people I trust for this mission I'm about to send them on." Bradley says.

"I made some calls. They were stationed there last week. Just in case." Maverick tells him.

"Thank you, Mav." Bradley says before calling for Dante.

"Dante, I need a secure line set up now. I need you to get me in touch with Captain Natasha Trace on the U.S.S. Bush in Virginia. You need a team of pilots. I'll get you the best damn team in the entire world." Bradley says.

"Sir, with all do respect, how do you know that they are the best?" Dante asks him.

"Because they aren't just any old team of fighter pilots, Dante. They are my team."

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lidiasloca · 7 months

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more than this (azriel x reader)

summary: after Azriel and reader had a summer together, the last thing Az was expecting was to face her again. (angst).

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chapter three

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“Azriel-“

“Here,” he says as he passes you the little sack of ice. You take it warily, your eyes never leaving his.

“How did you know I was here?”

“My shadows,” he replies nonchalantly, a small grin forming on his face. You look at him in shock. Is this funny to him?

As if in cue, one of his shadows moves to your wrist wrapping around it, and then it moves up your arm. Like a soft caress. You don’t let it distract you.

“Why are you here?”

He vaguely gestures his chin to the ice now resting on your eye. “I told you already; I brought you ice,” he says, that bored tone again that sets you on edge.

You close the door in his face. It’s swift enough for him not to be able to stop it. Though you’re not sure if he would even try to stop it.

Mor had probably made him give you the ice, like a peace offering. Yes, it made more sense that Azriel was here not because he wanted to, but because your friend had made him.

“Y/n,” he says from the other side of the door. “Open.”

You let out a humorless laugh. Open? For what? You already have the ice.

What’s his business here? Telling you it was your fault that you got hit because you were taking space like an idiot in the middle of the ring?

“What do you want, Azriel?” His name feels foreign on your tongue. Good, better to start forgetting anything related to him.

You hear him sigh. “I… I want to talk.” His sincerity takes you by surprise. “To apologize,” he adds.

You close your eyes tightly, thinking about what you should do.

He wants to apologize…

Against your better judgment, you open the door.

His hazel eyes meet with yours in a silent request; you let him in, stepping aside. He dips his chin in what you make up to be a thank-you.

“Why are you now being nice?” you ask once you close the door and move to face him.

He opens his mouth, but closes it before any words get out. He tries again, “I… w-well I…”

Never had you seen Azriel stuttering. Ever. You can’t contain your light laugh.

He glares at you. “What are you giggling for?” Oh god. You feel your cheeck redden, hating the power he holds over you.

But you can’t help but move your gaze shyly to the floor, Azriel’s demeanor is more intimidating than you can bare defying. “I just - you stuttered. Sorry, I - it was so unlike you.”

Some uncomfortable silent seconds pass. But then, Azriel chuckles. You rapidly look up to check if you’re imagining the sound. You must be.

You understand nothing. First you two have the most wonderful summer together. No worries, just the two of you, isolated from everything. Love and blah blah blah.

Then, you appear, (without warning him, true, but this is your city as well, so you have all the right), again in his life and he is nothing but rude and nasty towards you.

And last but not least, he knocks on your door and brings you ice and acts oh so nice.

You pray to the Cauldron for answers. Better yet, you pray to a Suriel. They must be the only creatures who could tell you what Azriel is all about.

But now, you only have Azriel for answers. “Let’s move on,” you say exasperated. “I think you were about to apologize…”

You watch him as he takes some steps towards you. The closeness, suffocating. This… this sparks memories you’d be better off forgetting.

“I’m sorry I said what I said.”

That stops your daydreaming. Ha. No, that isn’t enough. Not even close. “You are sorry for what exactly that you said?”

A knowing smirk blooms on his face as he takes another step to you. Damn him; you know he knows for certain what he’s doing.

‘You’re going to make me beg?” When you stay silent, he sighs and adds, “ I’m sorry for saying that it was your fault you got hit. It was… rude.”

“It was rude, Azriel. And you also had no right in being so rude in Mor’s state.”

His eyebrows furrow. “No right? Well, I think it was actually pretty justified.”

You’re positive your mouth hangs open almost comically. What? Justified? What joke of an apology is this?

“Justified?”

“Yes, justified.” He has the audacity to take another step closer. Too damn close. You have to look up to maintain eye contact.

“What do you mean, Azriel?” If you didn’t know better you’d say his pupils somewhat dilate at your words. At his name.

“You.” He says, his voice, one of a threat. “You appear here. Without warning. And after we both had agreed to the rules. And you expect me to react well?” The room feels like it is narrowing. “No, y/n. No. You broke the rules. It was very justificated that I was a bit rude to you.”

He’s too close to your face for you to think of a clever reply. His eyes seem to pierce your soul. It’s too much.

“Azriel…”

“Tell me,” he whispers. his face closer every time you blink.

“I’m - the rules…” You try and try, but the words are too complex.

He’s right, you think; you did break the rules you both had agreed to. And that might in someway explain his behavior. Yet…

Ugh, but he has apologized. And he’s brought you ice. Maybe you had exaggerated a bit. Maybe you can… get along. Somehow.

That’s as much as you can make yourself think. At least when Azriel is so damn close.

“The rules, what?” he purrs. “Huh?”

“You’re right,” you mutter.

He smiles in response, his face getting impossible closer-

A knock. You walk backwards swiftly, getting away from the shadowsinger.

It’s Mor who opens the door. “Y/n, I know probably not, but have you seen Az-“ She looks up, realizing who’s with me. “Azriel? You’re here.”

“Is he?” A female voice you don’t recognize. You hear her steps on the floor getting closer to the door, where Mor is.

Then you see her, a lovely young girl wearing a pink dress. But she doesn’t see you. No, she only has eyes for him.

“Elain?” he says.

“Azzie!”

Azzie?

-Characters by Sarah J. Maas

this is totally not proofread, sorry. and... have i just pulled the 'he purred'? I think I have... also, i’m currently writing a cassian x reader fic, and that’s that 🙈🙈. oh, chapter four soon, hopefully. 🥰🥰

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deadpool15 · 6 months

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Roommate Pt2

"Shit, my fucking head is pounding." I woke up, thankfully in my bed for the first time in a while. Looking to the side of me, I noticed the girl from last night that I couldn't remember almost felt bad. But for the first time, I kinda felt something for her, or maybe I didn't feel anything. My feelings have been a bit out of the order, to be honest. I have a habit of confusing feelings with lust. Now, the issue with kicking out a one-night stand is that I can't distinguish feelings and whatever the fuck I'm feeling. Especially with Bada and Howl, they are like older, annoying siblings who won't get off my case. I mean, I love them but it seems like they are fucking up my vibes. Like last time, they literally hastled me as I was walking out the door. I'm trying to meet the new guy.

This isn't the first time it has happened, but I guess it didn't occur to me that they were on the bitter side about my dates, but I thought that was just Badas' impression of my weirdly interest in stupid fucking people, because I mean the smaller the brain the better the sex. Then Howl came along, and it was fine for a while until he started acting like Bada as well. It was weird. "Why the fuck is Bada's man on my case like my older brother." I get out of bed realizing in the hour long I've taken to figure out my thoughts, the girl had left. "She was cute. I'll give her that. Hey, maybe I do like her." I statt walking towards my bathroom to take a shower. More time to think to myself yay. But maybe I was just overthinking everything, I mean, they must see me as a little sister. Yea, that would make sense, with me being younger than them in a foreign country, might I add.

"Yea, I know they are simply trying to protect me and probably think I should slow down with all the blind dates and stuff, but I'm not a little girl. They need to chill." As I finish washing myself, I step out the shower, wondering what Bada is cooking. I can smell food, just can't tell what it is exactly.

Meanwhile

"We have to tell her tonight, we can set up a dinner at a nice fancy restaurant and talk to her. Like slowly get it out, I mean, it shouldn't be hard, I heard America is pretty cool or just open about that stuff." Badas says as she finished making the American style breakfast that Mika loved. "I mean yea, America is more open about these kinds of situations, but we can't just tell her out like that, Bada." Howl states kind of arguing with Bada to make it be known that there was no going back after this. "Baby, look at me, I know, ok. I know this is a difficult situation but we have to do this together. This is something we have to do together, we have to get our girl baby this is our only chance." Howl smiles at Bada, pulling her close before whispering the words i love you in her eyes. They stand there in silence falling between the two, agreeing on their plan of getting their third piece of their heart.

Hours had passed since that close kept moment between the two. They arrived at the restaurant, and at first, they thought to keep the meeting causal until they realized maybe the beautiful atmosphere of a happy place with amazing food would soften the fact that the two people she has been basically living with were in love with her. "Reservation for Ms. Lee", they stopped checking their appearance for the 17th time of what it feels like tonight. They smile at the waiter while following him towards the table. "See, everything is going just fine. It's gonna be perfect. She will show up soon and we'll finally have our girlfriend. Game time, baby."

After about 10 minutes of sitting there and the waiter constantly coming over, pestering them about having to order something, they start to lose hope. "This was a bad idea," Howl says in despair. Though Bada still has a strong belief that you're going to come, she pulls herself together and tries to get Howl to believe as well. "Baby, I love you, ok. So I say this with all the love I have for you. MAN UP." In that very moment, Bada sees a glimpse of your pink and black hair coming through the door in a rush. Thanking the heavens for giving them another chance.

"I'm so sorry, guys. I got held up with Heaven." Mika states as she drops her coat on the chair and sits down on the opposite side of Bada and Howl. As soon as they both hear the name, leave your beautiful lips, their mouths fill with a hint of distaste. Praying to heaven completely forgetting that happened to be the name of your date or new fling. Bada and Howl had one thing and mind, and that was making sure you forgot that girls name entirely by the end of the night. "I'm here now though, I know it doesn't make up for the fact that I was so late, but I'm really sorry." Bada smiles as Howl seems to be wanting to just get it out already. Seeing this, she grabs his hand firmly, letting him know it will happen. "It's fine. We were just worried, but you're ok. So how about we just order now." You all look at each other, agreeing. Howl helps you with the menu, knowing of course you need no help he just likes to be close to you. Though they both know you'll need help ordering, your social anxiety playing a huge factor in that. Looking at the menu, you finally decided on a simple shrimp pasta. You could never go wrong with a classic. Howl orders a steak with mash and vegetables, and Bada follows along ordering lasagna, one of your favorites just in case.

"So, what did you guys need to talk about so urgently. Hopefully, this isn't about trying to get me to join the academy again. I don't care how much potential you think you see isn't a dancer in me, I promise." Mika says, deciding to start the conversation off with a slight joke to ease the situation. Truth be told, she didn't have the slightest idea why they both wanted to talk with her. No matter how hard she tried to ponder over the thought, it didn't make sense why they were here together. "No, I know you all camera shy and stuff, but you are a good dancer flower." Hearing Bada say that name brought her a sense of comfort, it was a name she had given her when they first met. She claims Mika sparked in the sun like a flower. Smiling at that thought, it does ease the tension, "Good, because all those people in one big room is just like a no for me." Howl sits up making eye contact with bada before deciding they should go to the restroom, getting the message they excuse themselves for a minute. Stepping inside Bada immediately breaks down her strong facade. Howl grabs her in his arms, trying to calm her down. "This is stupid she can never love me. It's so hard, baby. I'm trying to be strong for us, but she doesn't want me, I can tell. I see her with all these tall girls, and I think im like them, so why is it never me." Howl shuts up her crues with a simple kiss, breaking her away from the moment. "Your wrong baby, she will love you just like I love you, ok? You shouldn't be doing this alone. You're right. I need to man up and be their for both of you. Don't ever think for a second you're not enough ok, let's go out there and get our girl."

As they are left in the bathroom taking a moment for themselves, only terrible thoughts are crossing Mika's mind. What had she done that was so difficult to tell. She felt worse for not being able to remember it. She immediately thinks she might have crossed the line. Maybe Bada felt like she was coming onto Howl sneakily. Sure, she thought Howl was hot and mean fuck they both were and would it make her a bad person if she admits she has fantasized about them both a some point. But Bada was her best friend, and she refused to lose a meaningful friendship because she couldn't keep it in her pants. Throughout this meltdown, she is having she doesn't notice Bada and Howl come back from the restroom, nor does she notice she has started crying. Finally catching sight of them, she immediately breaks down. "I'm sorry for whatever I did, I promise I didn't mean to. Bada, you're my best friend, and I tried to hard not to make you feel any way. I even changed habits that I grew up with, like walking around with less clothes and other shit that may piss you off. Howl, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Please don't kick me out." Hearing this, they both move towards the other side of the table, grabbing her with Howl, setting her on his lap, this of course catches her off guard, but Bada keeps her in place.

"You didn't make anyone uncomfortable flower, I promise. We aren't gonna kick you out, or I'm not." Bada says, rubbing her big cheeks to calm her down while wiping the tears. "We wanted to tell you the truth. We've been in love with you for years now, baby. At first, we thought something was wrong until we both talked it out and realized we both had feelings for you. Then, Bada told me that you had said something about poly relationships at one point, and we realized their was nothing wrong with it." Howl states, turning her around to straddle his lap, rubbing her waist as comfort. "W-wait, what? You love me. The both of you, I thought I was imposing with the constant amount of third wheeling, that's why I've been going on more dates." Mika speaks up confused. How could two of the most beautiful people inside and out love her. "Baby, we love spending time with you. If anything, we were trying to build up the courage to tell you. And now you have us." Bada says, hooking her fingers with yours and Howl. "No more dates, we are all you need." Mika smiles, looking off happy. I Thinking she was getting kicked out or just wrong for liking two people, and it worked out. Bada starts to usher both of her partners out of the restaurant to go home, says they could order in, simple wanting to spend time with each other. They faithfully agree and pile into the car, making their way home.

Stepping out of the car, going into the building, Mika notices that neither one of their new partners can keep their hands to themselves. Though Mika all of a sudden feels shy with all the affection. Howl reaches out for her hand in the elevator and pulls her to him, leaving open-mouthed kisses down her neck. While Bada turns around staring at her with a smile that could only be described as pure lust and desire. "You know, I'm starting to believe that our little flower here, knew we were listening to her fuck other people. Torturing us, weren't you?" She listens to what Bada says completely, forgetting she used to invite people over to her place after her dates. But before she could answer, the elevator stops, opening up indicating they have reached their floor. Bada walks out, going to the front door tapping the code in while Howl grabs Mika, throwing her over his shoulder. Yea, she was truly in for it tonight. Opening the door, they immediately walk into their room, Howl throws her down on the bed. Leaving them both standing in front of her. She had never realized how much taller they were than her. Towering over her, making her feel so small, and yet she doesn't feel afraid if anything, she is excited.

"Bada, right baby. You do like torturing us, don't you? Almost every single night, hearing your sweet, beautiful moans for some random shitty guy and girl you could find. You wanted our attention, didn't you, baby?" Mika nods her head as Howl pushes her down on the bed, working on kissing up her legs, reaching straight for her pussy. Staring at it like it's a prize he had finally won. "Giving this pussy up all the time, that shit ends tonight you her me little girl." It wasn't a question, no it was a demand. That he knew she would follow without a second thought. Peeling her panties down, he catches sight of the little bow on the front, motioning it to Bada how she gets on the bed smiling. "I told you she is our little flower." Bada comes behind your gathering you in her arms as Howl finally takes off your underwear. Pushing your legs up yo have you spread out more for him, with Bada holding you still. You hadn't even realized she had taken off her pants, leaving her just in her Calvin Klein thong and the blouse she chose to wear. You whine at the thought, catching both of their attention. "N-naked, please?" Hearing this, they need no further instructions. With Bada pulling off her shirt and bra, you feel her pulling down your dress, sliding it off, leaving you in nothing. Feeling her bare breasts pressed against your back leaves you moaning. Though Howl takes his time, slowly pulling down his pants and shirt, almost giving a strip tease. "Come on, we can't leave our flower waiting. We had to show her what she was missing." Bada moves her lips down to leaving love bites on you neck while playing with you breast.

Howl forgets about his underwear at the moment, leaving you to gawk at his abs. He watches you stare before diving straight in. Sucking and licking your cunt like it's his last meal. "You taste so good, baby." You push his head further in with your thighs, "f-fuck yes." Bada bites your ear while moaning. You trun your head, realizing she was fingering herself. She looks so fucking hot you can stand it. Howl pushes a finger in why his nose is positioned right on your clit, casuing you to scream out. You start to tap Bada motioning her towards you, "P-please sit on my face," and who is she to deny such a request. Positioning herself to hover over your face, she contemplates if this is the best idea, but she stops thinking when Mika pulls her thighs down, closing them around her head. Sucking on her clit her she moves Badas hips to ride her face, while Howl is jerking himself off still eating Mika out. With Mika's nose mumbling against Bada's clit everytime she moves she is so close to her high. "Fuck... baby I'm gonna cum." Bada yells out loud grabbing the headboard, as Howl feels Mika cuming in his mouth. Bada squirts all over Mika's face never had she felt such a high. Howl and Bada make eye contact, now realizing why all those girls that came into Mika's room screaming.

Howl grabs Bada kissing her while she leans in sucking on his lips, wanting a taste of everything Mika has to offer. Mika dares at them with pure love, wanting more. Bada pushes him down, getting on top of him while pushing him inside. While she is used to the stretch, she knows Mika isn't, and they will have to work her into it. So, Howl starts fingering Mika again, pushing in two fingers at a time overstimulating her. "S-shit....wait." but they pay her pleads no mind, and he grabs her thighs, pushing in another finger moving faster than before. Bada, seeing this, starts moving herself up and down. Dancing we coming into affect when they fuck. All you can hear from the room is skin against skin. "Yes...right there....fuck give it me." Bada says while slamming herself down onto Howl shaft over and over again. She feels the band in her stomach slowly start to snap, knowing she had just come before leaving her sensitivity. Howl notices this and moves his feet to stand on the bed and further slam his hips against her own, causing Bada to clench around him, holding onto his chest. "That's fuck baby. Fuck come all over me." That pushes her over the edge. Leaving her crying and coming on command.

Bada and Howl take a moment to themselves while he is still fingering Mika, even though she had come 2 more times. Howl stops while Bada gets off of him until they hear a phone ring. They ignored it for a moment until it hangs up and rings again. Howl reaches over realizing its Mikas phone, about to put it on, do not disturb. Until he sees the caller ID, "So you haven't cut ties with that heaven girl baby," Mika looks up and him wide-eyed, realizing he told her she would meet up later. Before she can speak, Howl flips her over positioning her on all fours. She feels the heavy weight of his shaft pulsing against her throbbing abused clit. He passes her the phone, and she looks at it. He wouldn't want her to answer it at a time like this, would he? But Bada grabs the phone, answering it while placing it against Mika's ear. She hears Heaven speak up, asking about where she is, wanting to answer quickly so she can end the call until Howl starts to push in. "W-wait...fuck...pleasee. Too..big." Howl stares at her perfectly arched for him. "You can take it, baby. I know you can. Good girls take it nice and well. You're my good girl right". Each word is punctured by an inch until he is fully inside.

"So full." Is all Mika can manage out, causing both Bada and Howl to smile at their precious baby. Heaven after a while goes silent on the phone, yet doesn't hang up. Bada quickly speaks up, while putting pressure on Mika's clit. "Our baby is a bit.. occupied at the moment if you couldn't tell. I would say she could call you back later, but she won't. Don't call this phone again." In the process, Howl starts hammering his hips into Mika's, holding her up feeling on the imprint in her stomach. "Would you look at that baby, I'm all the way up here. Can you feel me in your stomach, can't you? Claimed I wouldn't fit, but look at you. It's like your pussy was made to take me. Made just for us." Howls says while pressing down on your stomach. Bada moves to kiss you sucking on your tongue, leaving you just overwhelmed, never experienced anything like this. Completely cock drunk. "Gonna take good care of you flower, always."

#street woman fighter 2 #street woman fighter x reader #bada lee #bada lee x reader #howl #swf2 #howl x reader #Spotify

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ghuleh-recs · 8 months

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Please enjoy these new bug fic recs because I think we all collectively went, “oh no he’s hot” over this past week.

untitled ficlet part 1 & part 2 / st-danger / Aeon x Aether x Dew

Prompt: Dew in the middle of a quintessence sandwich. Aether teaching Aeon how to use his magick in all the ways Dew likes best. Showing him where and how to touch, what to say. How to manipulate his little body and worm his way into his mind. Just really fuckin' him up.

untitled ficlet / p1nkcanoe / Phantom x Swiss

Prompt: Swiss gives someone of your choice good jfk (maybe on the tour bus? in front of everyone? after a show?)

Star Pupil / ghoul-slime / Aether x Dew x Phantom

Aether may not be going out on tour with the rest of the ghouls, but that doesn't mean he can't teach Phantom how to properly care for Dewdrop in his absence.

untitled ficlet / gayrickgrimes / Dew x Phantom x Rain

okay this is less them wrecking rain and more of them being wrecks about rain.

something in the way you move / papaslittlesunshine / Aether x Phantom

“Be a good girl and take it.”

untitled ficlet / hypnoneghoul / Phantom x Rain x Swiss

Prompt: Rain asking Phantom “wanna to practise” then getting caught kissing by your choice of ghoul and THEN a confession in the heat of the moment leading third ghoul to say “I think I deserve a kiss (too)” to Phantom and then they ALL have a good time

infinite skin / high-imperatrix / dew x phantom x rain

It's no secret that the shy new ghoul has it bad for Dew and Rain. After weeks of mulling over the possibilities, the couple finally invites Phantom in to play. A long, sticky night of depravity commences.

untitled ficlet / iamthecomet / Aeon x Aether

18. "Don't you dare fucking cum, because if you do, I'll cum too."

between comfort and chaos / riconas / Aeon x Dew

“All yours,” Dew says sweetly, rubbing his face into Aeon’s hands like a cat. His voice goes all soft and breathy when he’s like this, eager to give. He has the loveliest voice when it isn’t being used to swear. Aeon tilts Dew’s head curiously, like he’s examining a foreign specimen. “Really?” “Yeah.” Dew entertains Aeon’s examining, neck going slack and pliable like a ragdoll. “All for you. You can use me.” “Use you?” Aeon isn’t too sure about that. The word makes him feel a little uneasy—he shouldn’t be using Dewdrop. If anything, it should be him on that end, gratefully accepting everything and anything Dewdrop deigns to give. “Tell me how.” or Aeon people pleases too close to the sun. Dew isn’t okay with that.

(major shout out to @jimothybarnes for prompting at least three of these if not more. you absolute legend ♡)

#your honor i love him #my fic recs #fic rec friday #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #the band ghost fic rec #nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls fic #nameless ghouls fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band

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catscidr · 2 months

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flowers blossom beneath the scalpel - chapter two: poor self soothing skills

a/n: hehe new chapter (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡ more storybuilding because im a sucker for slow burn chapter warnings: none wc: 3,8k

“I still don’t understand why you chose me to deal with this guy.”

You take a languid sip of the drink you held with both hands, courtesy of Neuvillette, who was sitting across from you at a table outside of Café Lucerne. After you had been picked for the whole project to rekindle Snezhnaya and Fontaine’s relationship with each other, you had agreed to meet up with Neuvillette in the morning to report on everything that occurred. Partly to report to the Iudex the stock you had given out to the Harbinger so he could cover the costs, but also to discuss whether he should relay the job to someone else.

The atmosphere with Neuvillette was a distinct, but welcome, contrast between what you felt in the air in the flower shop with Dottore last night. Being near the Iudex was like laying in a meadow of wildflowers while basking in the sun; his presence was refreshing, his words brought everyone comfort and his presence made people feel safe. All things that were foreign when compared to the short amount of time you spent speaking to the Harbinger.

With the sound of people going about their day in the streets, the café employees serving customers, idle chatter all around them, you thought about how much you would much rather sit here in the warm sun and speak to Neuvillette than spend another second in Dottore’s presence- especially so late at night. The man didn’t have a particularly nice aura.

“My apologies. Though, be assured that it’s nothing personal,” the Iudex says, pulling you out of your short daydream. “You were simply the best match for the doctor’s goals; he requested to study the inner machinery of the gardemeks, however, letting him do so proves to be too risqué considering what he has achieved.” Neuvillette takes a sip from his own cup and pauses to gather his thoughts, a pensive expression adorning his face. “We came to an agreement and settled with letting him study Fontaine’s flora. You were the best candidate for the task,” he explains calmly, looking at you with sharp but soft eyes, gauging your reaction carefully.

This was... frustrating. You, being a people-pleaser, couldn’t bring yourself to refuse Neuvillette when he asked you if you wanted to work with him and other members of the community to, loosely, he said, additionally work with one of the Fatui Harbingers.

You had both discussed it for the first time around a week ago when he stopped by the flower shop to purchase a bouquet; and after some polite conversation, Neuvillette had asked you to meet again to discuss something important. At the meeting, he brought up the changes in Fontaine’s political relationships and eventually, after some back and forth, you begrudgingly accepted his offer.

Which felt more like a request. Or a favor.

Thinking this would have been a one-and-done deal she didn’t pay too much attention to it (apart from losing a night’s worth of sleep about it). But it was no big deal, truly. You thought this would be a one-time thing, since, really, what kind of person would ask a normal citizen to meddle with political affairs?

The Iudex, apparently.

You had gone silent when Neuvillette told you that the doctor would be coming by the flower shop as often as he would want to. Understanding that this meant you would see him an unfortunate number of times, you slumped over the table and sighed, doing your absolute best to keep your composure in front of the judge. Of course, since he was obsessed with knowledge and practically anything that would give him new perspectives in the world, Dottore would stop by often since it meant he would get to extract whatever he could from the plants and, by association, you. The thought made your head hurt- you hadn’t known him for longer than twenty-four hours and you already wanted out. With everything swirling in your mind, you figured it would be useless to voice your concerns to Neuvillette since he had expertly dodged the topic of longevity last time you brought it up.

Currently you were wracking your brain trying to find a solution to your predicament. “Why not the have that other flower shop in Quartier Lyonnais do it?” you ask, though it sounds more like a whine to the older man.

“Ah, it was actually the first... suitor, for lack of better words. However the owner, Miss Florentine, looked as pale as a ghost once I mentioned the Fatui. I did not wish to cause her further distress, so I decided that I should not press the matter further with her even though she has remarkable knowledge when it comes to biology,” the white-haired man said slowly, almost as if he still felt a pang of guilt for scaring the older lady. Which he did, since you could see thin clouds rolling in.

It caused you to sigh for the nth time. Now you just felt at a loss; sure, it’s better that the person put in charge of working with the Second Harbinger Il Dottore isn’t a frail, fragile elderly woman, but there had to be someone better fit for the job. Someone that isn’t a young woman with... issues. Someone that can speak to strange men in positions of power without having the urge to stop, drop, and roll off a cliff.

“Yeah but...” you mumble against the table, hesitantly lifting your head to rest your chin in the palm of your hand. Your eyes meet Neuvillette’s with furrowed brows, and the man has to will away the urge to apologize again; this was important, you were basically his last resort. “...How long will this last?” you ask meekly, finally giving in. If anything, you hoped that whatever was up there would have mercy on you and Neuvillette would say only a few days, or a week, or—

“A year.”

You would have choked on your drink if you had taken a sip from it. At first you thought you misheard him or that his answer was a joke, but when you held his stare and saw that no, he wasn’t fucking with you, you swear you felt your heart drop down to your stomach. A beat passes, then two, and then the silence becomes stuffy and incredibly uncomfortable. The more you stared at Neuvillette, the more you saw his composure falter as he shut his eyes and breathed out a sigh through his nose. You couldn’t even hear the noise of people chatting around you, gossiping about whatever was going on in their own life, free of the danger that came with being around a member of the Fatui. You distantly try to think of what mistake you made in the past to land yourself in this situation.

“I’m... aware that this may be an unfortunate circumstance,” the man says after a heavy, pregnant pause. “However, I implore you to listen to my explanation first.” Still stunned into silence, you take a moment to weigh your options.

Option A; you say fuck no and refuse, go back to your normal, boring life and make cute flower arrangements for couples and sell nice plants to people with a green thumb. You bask in the normalcy of your life before you get visited by a strange person in the middle of the night, wearing the familiar gray mask you saw the Fatui agent with Dottore wear, and get murdered in your own apartment where no one can hear you scream because the Harbinger ended up holding a grudge against you for not upholding your end of the deal and put a hit on you out of spite. Or option B; you say okay I’m listening and sit there, trembling in fear while overthinking the changes you’ll have to make in your schedule to accommodate this arrangement.

The choice was incontestable.

“Okay I’m listening,” you say quietly, inhaling when you speak. If he notices your discomfort Neuvillette doesn’t point it out, and instead he nods, grateful that you’re still with him— physically, at least. The Iudex takes one last sip from his porcelain cup, sets it down gently and folds his hands in front of him as he straightens his back to explain the situation— properly, this time.

“A year is the initial agreement we have come to with the cryo Archon, but even so, it is still susceptible to change. It might be reduced to merely a month or two, or the Tsaritsa and the Second Harbinger may decide that it would be beneficial to extend the agreement to two years.” The Iudex pauses, mulling over his next choice of words. “The ball is in their court. Lady Furina and I have been the ones to initiate this deal, and as per the cryo Archon’s request, they are responsible for how long this agreement will last. Unfortunately, there are things I cannot divulge to you, but please be assured that your life is not in danger at the moment.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from repeating his last sentence, completely and utterly bewildered at the implications.

Another pause stretches between the two of you. You had unconsciously curled in the fingers of the hand you had been using to hold up your chin, forming small dips into the skin of the area your cupid’s bow from your nails. You lower your hand down on the table, messing with the rim of your cup as you lose yourself in your thoughts. He clears his throat awkwardly to get your attention back on him before you start to overthink again.

“I can... pull some strings and have a gardemek or two standing outside of your shop, if needed. To make you more at ease,” he clarifies. The proposition definitely wasn’t unwelcome— in fact, you already felt just the slightest bit relieved. Surely, it’ll be reassuring to know you have two 7 feet tall robots waiting for you right outside the door when you’re meeting with the Harbinger. You stop your mind from wandering too far, before you start thinking about Dottore attacking you.

Neuvillette sees right through you and uses it to his advantage, seeing as you were slowly but surely warming up to the idea of being tangled in this mess. “If anything is to happen, you know where to call and where to find me. Though I assure you, he also has his side of the deal to uphold, and he seemed particularly eager to work with us.”

“Eager?” you repeat, puzzled. Last night the doctor had seemed irritated, if not downright pissed that he had to speak to you. He had messed with you for his own entertainment, and from what you could tell with just one encounter, he didn’t seem like the type of person to enjoy working in groups. “Yes,” Neuvillette nods. He says your name gently and places a gloved hand on your fidgeting one, “Please trust us, we’re aware of how irrational this situation may be for you, but believe me when I say you will do just fine”

His touch brought you some comfort despite the plethora of scenarios running rampant in your mind. You blink and keep your eyes closed for a moment, taking a deep breath to still your thoughts. Forcing yourself to stop thinking about the Harbinger, how he towered over you, how sharp his teeth had looked, how he could easily—

“Okay,” you huff, opening your eyes to look up at the man sitting in front of you, lips curled downwards slightly. Almost immediately you notice a hint of mirth swimming in his silver eyes, but it fades before you can be sure of it. “Wonderful. You have my endless gratitude,” he says with a small smile. Pulling his hand back from atop yours, he adjusts his cravat and pushes his chair back to stand.

“Well then, thank you for your cooperation. If you have any questions I will be in my office, so do feel free to come and see me if the need arises. Unfortunately, I can’t stay longer and chat, as Lady Furina has asked me to go back to Palais Mermonia as soon as we were done discussing the logistics.” He nods curtly, “I do hope that next time we cross paths it will be because you are reporting good news.”

As he pushes his chair back into the table and begins to make his way out of the small cafe area, you shout his name and unceremoniously slam your hands on the table as something pops up in your head, needing an answer before he leaves. “Wait, Monsieur Neuvillette! I have a question!”

The noise startles him, a concerned expression flashing across his face before he regains his composure and tilts his head, patiently waiting for you to speak. “Of course. What might it be?” Your mind blanks and you steal a glance around you, seeing heads turned towards you and the Iudex. Most people go back to whatever they were previously doing before you accidentally made a scene, but you spot a few figures still watching you, essentially eavesdropping without the subtility of it.

“Um... will I get paid?”

...

You had called one of your coworkers to take over the shop today as soon as you left the cafe; anyone would be as frazzled as you were if they received the same news you did, in your defense. You needed some time to think over what this meant for you.

First, you’d be getting acquainted with one of the scariest people in Teyvat, then you’d need to teach him what you knew about plants and whatever else he wanted to know, aware of how volatile his personality was. All of this information you were aware of, and you weren’t sure it could get any worse; but then you found out you had to do all of this labor completely unpaid. Which, in retrospect wasn’t all that surprising, but still. A scoff leaves you as you grumble to yourself, shoes tapping harshly along the pavement as you make your way back to your apartment.

You fail to notice the lack of clouds hovering over the city of Fontaine. While walking back home, you start typing away at your phone to take note of things you’ll need to purchase in order to make your life easier— and to preserve it.

First, you’d need a power bank and an extra charging cable for your phone. What if he were to hold you hostage and your phone lost its charge? You’d need to get the battery filled up to call for help. Then, you think you might benefit from getting hand wraps. Carrying a pocketknife would probably turn sour if he were to find it in your pockets since he could easily use it against you, so having your fists ready to throw a punch at all times is a good option, you muse. Plus, you’re sure you saw some guy with black boxing wraps walking behind Palais Mermonia, so it can’t be that weird for you to have wraps on your hands, too.

You get to your apartment building in no time, almost bumping into a lamp post only once. Maybe you should have started your shopping list at home instead of on your way. But either way, you insert your key into the lock and open your door, grateful to be home today. You’ll be able to properly prepare yourself, both mentally and physically, for the time you’ll be spending with him. And if your first impression told you anything, it’s that you would need to be prepared for anything. Your mental capacity will need to be in top shape at all times.

“Hopefully he doesn’t show up while Clarisse runs the shop,” you mumble to yourself as you kick your shoes off, tossing your bag on the kitchen table as you make a beeline for the fridge. All of that panicking really did a number on your cortisol levels and the small slice of tiramisu you had earlier did nothing to help your hunger.

After scouring the fridge for something to eat, you settle for a simple but hearty sandwich. Sat on your couch, you eat your meal while watching the local news and browsing through your phone. Increased sightings of blubberbeasts on the shore, overlay advertisements for the Steambird and Chioriya boutique, a group of people wearing yellow vests protesting the court’s decision to allow members of the Fatui to apply for a Fontainian visa, and next week’s weather forecast.

“Why do they even bother with the weather if they get it wrong ninety percent of the—”

You choke on the bite you had been chewing and drop your phone in your lap to reach for the TV remote, thumb twitching as you hit the rewind button. Swallowing your food, you give the television your undivided attention and listen to the news reporter saying something about a new law that just passed that allowed members of the Fatui to apply for an official work visa.

“...Shit.”

A news reporter held up a microphone to a protestor with a sign that said Send the Spies Back to Snezhnaya as he ranted about his job, unreliable media and the court system as they both stood near Palais Mermonia, the rest of the group of protestors standing further away, chanting “No to Fatuus.”

“If we let the agent people get legal passports to Fontaine, then what about the big fish?” the man in the yellow vest exclaimed, gleeking as he spoke. Some got on his beard. “Our land will get invaded! It’s like the metaphor when you put a fish in a pot and turn up the heat except, we’re the fish!” The reporter brings the mic back to her to ask “you mean the frog?” and the man, flustered, doubles down on his nonsensical metaphor.

“It’s not just the agents,” you mumble to yourself, reaching for the remaining half of your sandwich to eat. As you continue paying attention to the impromptu interview, your mind drifts. If you came across someone with a strong opinion of the Fatui while you were with The Doctor, would they accuse you of plotting against Fontaine? Would they try to get the court’s attention, and when Neuvillette inevitably comes to your defense would that person start rumors that the court is corrupted? You felt a headache begin to throb in the back of your head.

Too mentally exhausted to deal with any of this you turn off the television and grab your phone, dragging your feet as you make your way to your bedroom. I’ll put the plate away later you thought to yourself, slipping underneath your covers to rest your bones. Holding your phone above your face you type away a text to send to your coworker; “I’ll come in to help you with closing later, it that okay?” She responds almost immediately with a curt thumbs up— “must be a slow day” you huff, amused.

It only takes you a few minutes to drift off, the soft whirr of your air conditioning unit lulling you to sleep.

You awoke three hours later, disgruntled from your nap. You didn’t particularly enjoy taking naps, nor did you fall asleep on purpose, but your body was just so overwhelmed that it had to shut down for a bit to let you think clearly once again. You open your phone and look at the time— 4:42. With a grunt you shove the duvet off of you, sling your legs off the bed and think about what to do.

“I’ll do some chores, and then I’ll go buy the things I need and go help Clarisse,” you say aloud to no one in particular, stepping out of your room to take care of that dirty plate you had left on the coffee table in the living room. You wash and dry the plate, take out your trash, sweep the floors of your apartment and do everything you can to pass the time before you eventually have to go out again. Noticing that the time now read 5:20, you figure it should be fine to head out to the store to grab what you need. You fix your bedhead and take your uniform out of the dryer, you swiftly put it on and grab your bag, ready to head out.

...

You make it to the flower shop at 7:02, right as Clarisse was about to lock the door to prevent customers from wandering in. You wave at her, placing your bag on the cash register counter since it isn’t necessary to go all the way to the break room, and tie your apron around your waist, ready to help her out.

“So how was your day off?” she asks with a quirk of her lips, tone slightly snarky. You couldn’t blame her for prodding, really, so you figure you should probably be as honest as you could with her.

“Something came up and I had to, uh, take some time to myself,” you say vaguely. It wasn’t that you couldn’t trust her with the news you received, but with all the bad press the Fatui had it was hard to gauge how she would react to the fact that you’d basically be working with a Harbinger. You weren’t really all that close with Clarisse, she worked part-time at your shop and you never hung out with her outside of work. Her working hours basically consisted of when you couldn’t make it to work, whether it be because you had to take a sick day or something else that you didn’t plan for. Usually, you can simply flip the OPEN sign to the CLOSED side, but when you were in a tight spot, you’d call her to cover for you.

The arrangement was a confusing one, but you appreciated her help, nonetheless. Not enough that you’d go ahead and tell her that you would be working closely with The Doctor, though.

Your half-assed answer was good enough for her, though. Your coworker hands you a broom, wordlessly pointing to the tipped over plant with dirt strewn all over the area around it. You glance at her and she shrugs, muttering “kids” quietly as she gets back to cleaning the store. The two of you get some work done; counting the cash register, restocking the plants on display and watering the flowers that needed it, and as you’re making the plants on display look even, Clarisse taps your shoulder to grab your attention.

“Actually, I just remembered something,” she begins, glancing away for a moment before meeting your gaze. “A customer was asking for you earlier.” You raise a brow and tilt your head, giving her your full attention as she fidgets with her hands. You wipe your hands on your apron, getting rid of the dirt that had accumulated on your palms, and turn to face her properly.

“You couldn’t help them?” She shakes her head, “He specifically asked for you. I didn’t catch his name, but he said he would come swing by the store again tomorrow. Told me to relay a message, too.” She brushes back a stray braid behind her ear and clears her throat. “And?” you say, urging her to say something.

“He said he needed more sweet flower specimens.”

next chapter -> not here yet! previous chapter -> ch. 1

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ihotchner · 2 years

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tw. religion kink, worship kink, corruption kink, pussy eating, and afab!reader

nsfw — 18+ up!

may the maker know that obi-wan tried—he truly tried his best. there was just no winning with you, and if he were to be the loser, he’d never win again in his lifetime.

you had been truly enamored with him since the mission he’d taken for you all the years ago on coruscant. he’d merely guarded you for a few years, meant to keep sentinel outside your door as your life was being threatened by foreign diplomats. from those years you’d spent together, you’d spend most of it at his side—curiously inquiring about his life outside of watching your every move.

he’d thought it was a crush. they came and they went and obi wan could feel your feelings along the force as sharp spikes of nerves whenever he was around. the soft lull of content whenever he began to play into the games of wonderment about the life of a jedi knight.

oftentimes he’d hear other jedi mentioning the differing diplomats and their wanton expressions of desire to the jedi—some even found solace in the bedchambers of those they watched if they so fancied. obi-wan thought he was above it all.

maker, he had been so good—and yet here he was.

here, face buried in the silkiest robes adorning your legs, draped around your figure like you were being presented to him. as if you were only meant for him, to only know the feeling of his tongue as it dragged along the sweet wetness if your pussy. he went slow, dragging slowly so he could taste everything. stars, you were divine.

when you’d re-presented yourself to the jedi knight, he’d taken your sexual advances as nothing more than you being forward. it had been the first time you’d whispered the things you had wanted him to do to you that had begun to break down his walls. it was the second time you’d moaned his name from inside the room he stood vigil at that he’d truly felt as a madman did. so close to knowing what that little curiosity would feel like, and yet hopelessly, tirelessly trying to resist the pull he’d felt towards you.

eventually, the feeling of his hand gingerly pressing against the tightness in his pants just wasn’t enough and he’d breathlessly interrupted a sight meant only for the eyes of a true sinner.

his hands were gripping your thighs, holding as if you were a dream that would fizzle into space should he not clasp you tightly enough. his eyes flicked to your silhouette, watching with a fervent eye the way you tipped your head back—a moan was silently leaving your lips, but he drank in the way your neck bared to him. earlier, he’d spent his time kissing along the smoothed skin just below your ear, but he’d found a far better use of his mouth.

he wondered, once, if a jedi’s vow of non-attachment made any sort of sense. for surely, he’d be able to make impartial decisions in the interest of the general good but now, tongue buried deep in something he finds akin to finding paradise, he knew any and all vows he’d made were null and void. to continue tasting the heavenly wetness of your bared cunt was something he’d do anything for—the thought marginally tore a hole through everything he’d ever learned.

“obi-wan," your lips whispered his name, and he felt his cock ache gently at the need dripping from your words, “i-i can’t— you have to let me come— please—!”

he hummed softly, adjusting his grip to firmly grasp your hips to prevent you from bucking your pussy into his mouth. he was lightly circling your clit with his tongue, and every time you moved your hips, it ruined the rhythm he was trying to create—something to allow you over the edge gently. he should have known you’d want something bigger, something louder.

your moans ricocheted against the marble walls, each one bouncing back and spurring obi wan on. all he knew was giving you pleasure, and he had always been devoted to doing his job.

he let his mouth circle your clit, his pointer and middle finger pushing inside of you as he felt your hands fly to his hair. your fingers gripped his hair, eyes screwing shut tightly.

obi-wan allowed his fingers to push in and out of the tight space of your pussy with a furrow of his brows, concentration completely on allowing you to climax. his sole purpose for living was to make you orgasm, to bring you to the edge of pleasure and insanity—to force you to chose between the options with a sick desire. he wanted to be the only one to bring you to your finish, to be the sole worshipper in a shrine built by his own hands of you.

you’d no idea of how the force worked, and truly neither did he despite years of studying it and honing it. but in a breath, a single moment, he knew everything there was to know about the force and intangible things just out of his grasp.

your orgasm ripped through the gentle tremors of the force in a cacophony of brilliant blue and green hues, hidden beneath the crescendoing cool tones was the softest hints of pink—a devotion that made obi-wan’s heart stutter.

your chest heaved, hand over your racing heart as obi-wan continued drinking in your continuing orgasm. your legs would occasionally flinch against his back as he continued to pepper your cunt in the devotion it deserved—prolonging pulling his mouth off. your hand was still in his hair, eyes lidded as you watched him drink up your come like a man dehydrated. stars, the look you were giving him alone could make him consider murdering to keep it on himself and him alone.

with the next few words you’d moan to him, a soft whisper against the deafening sound of obi-wan catching his breath, he felt himself harden to the point of pain.

“obi-wan,” you groaned his name, a prayer to the maker for salvation, “i need you to bed me so badly.”

obi-wan was nothing, if not good at his job of pleasing you.

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flowersandbigteeth · 4 months

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Meeting your Changeling BF: pt 7

More fussy changeling, Clark ^_^ and secrets 🤫

General Plot: You and Clark embark on a mission

Word Count: 3.5k

Changeling (Clark) x f flower nymph reader

Previous parts and more nsfw monsters here

TW: Yandere behavior, Mention of Murder, light mind control, nsfw smut, bossy dommy Clark, degradation kink, oral sex, p in v sex

You woke to an empty bed. The space beside you was cold.

“Clark?” you called, but the house was silent.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, you drew your brow. It was midmorning. Clark must have let you sleep in so you wouldn’t return to your lessons. He is rather naughty, hm? you thought, pushing yourself out of bed.

There was a knock on the door and you had to scramble down the stairs to open it. Ayla was on the other side looking amused and holding a stack of books under her arm.

“Ah, so he didn’t tie you to the bed as Hassan bet,” she said. “He’s out ten gold coins.”

She pushed past you into the living room, looking around.

“How nice,” she said. “He really fixed this place up, it used to be a dump.”

“I can’t believe he did that,” you huffed, annoyed. “Give me a moment, I’ve just woken up.”

“Take your time,” she said, waving at you as she plopped down on one of the couches. Embarrassed you brushed your teeth and got changed as quickly as you could, before bounding back downstairs.

Ayla put her arms behind her head and smiled at you.

“Shall we work in the garden today? It’s nice outside,” she said, standing and stretching her wings lazily.

“Isn’t always the same weather in Leotolas?” you asked and she chuckled, holding the door open for you.

Though the garden beds were all empty there was a nice iron table with some chairs and a small pergola for shade. She passed you a book and you opened it to the page from the day before. You started to practice with each letter. Some were sticking. There were a few that were easy to recognize, but others that looked so foreign they were hard to wrap your mind around. About two hours in, you realize Ayla was watching you, a faint smile on her lips.

“Is everything okay?” you asked and she nodded.

“You’re very pretty,” she commented. “I understand Clark’s obsession with you.”

Your cheeks burned at the compliment.

“Um…thank you,” you muttered, fingering one of the pages of the book nervously.

“Sometimes it bothers me that I look just like the other (Y/N),” you admitted. “I worry he sees her and not me.” Ayla looked thoughtful.

“My understanding is Clark’s relationship with the old (Y/N) was…complicated,” she said. “I’m sure yours is very different.”

“Maybe,” you shrugged.

“Would you like to take a break and work on flowering your garden?” she asked. “I have some suggestions on what you should grow. There are plants that would be useful to you as a nymph.”

She pulled a book from under the others. It was thin and looked more like a diary than the heavy, leather bound tombs.

“I obtained this from a nymph long ago, before I became a senior mage,” she said, passing it to you. “It’s her garden plan…well loosely…nymphs don’t exactly have organized plots or anything. I thought you could make some use of it.”

You accepted the book, flipping through the pages. You couldn’t read all of the words, but there were lots of pictures. Different plants organized next to others for reasons you couldn’t yet decipher. There were many detailed drawings of stems, leaves, and flowers. Much like how you’d felt in the mage’s garden the day before, you had a vague idea of each plant’s use as you looked at them and glancing around at the bare garden, you somehow instinctively knew what neede shade or more sun.

Holding the book open, you wandered the space, while Ayla watched, deciding where everything should go.

“I don’t have any seeds,” you murmured over your shoulder, but Ayla only snorted.

“You are the seed,” she laughed. “Go ahead and try one.”

You flipped to a few pages with trees, deciding as the anchors of the garden, they should be planted first. You chose a miniature one that resembled a lilac in the color and shape of its blooms. Placing your hand on the ground, you closed your eyes.

Hello again, the whisperer murmured, more coy this time, I thought you didn’t want to grow?

Her tinkling voice giggled in her head.

I don’t want to make the world wild, you corrected and you heard her huff in your head.

I wont help you, traitor, she snapped.

Really? You questioned. You don’t want to grow? Not even a little tree?

You felt the whisperer shift in your head, it was as almost as if her essence were circling you, trying to get the measure of you. She zapped you between the eyes with a sharp pain, but this time you were used to it.

One tree might become more, you said, trying to entice her.

You gasped as she forced a flood of energy at you in a rush, but you tried to act like a funnel as Ayla had said, pushing back…only letting a little leak out. It hurt. It was really very painful trying to hold her back, but before your eyes the tree sprouted. Branches split and leaves unfurled.

That’s enough, you barked at her, but she pushed and pushed.

You let out a moan, trying to hold her back, but no matter how she hurt you…you realized you were in control. It was painful, yes, but she couldn’t outwill you if you didn’t let her.

Spoiled, traitorous nymph, she spat, retreating in a huff.

You were left with a bubbling well of magic that she hadn’t bothered taking with her and quickly slid your fingers through the dirt to channel it into a few other small bushes and patches of herbs.

“Very good,” Ayla said, appearing beside you.

You plopped on the ground a bit of sweat on your brow.

“It’s not easy,” you said, catching your breath.

“No magic is easy,” she said, producing a ball of black fire and rolling it over her knuckles. “In time it becomes instinctual, but we all pay a price for power.”

“Can I learn mage magic?” you asked and she nodded.

“Yes, but I think you ought to get comfortable with your own magic first,” she said. “Giving the whisperer access to the powers of mages is…dubious.”

You nodded, as that made sense. You felt comfortable that you could hold her back, but if you were some reason distracted or your emotions high…you could easily lose control.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Clark shouted, appearing in the doorway, glaring at the two of you.

Ayla smirked.

“Giving your wife her lessons,” she laughed innocently. “What are you doing here?”

He marched across the patio, putting his body between you and her.

“I came home to have lunch with my wife,” he snapped, then turned to you. “How could you betray me like this?”

Your eyebrows popped up.

“Betray you?” you hissed. “You let me sleep in so that Ayla had to come find me in my pajamas! You did this!”

He huffed, crossing his arms.

“You needed to rest,” he pouted, his eyes falling on the tree you’d grown. “Is she making you do magic again? You know what happened last time! You’ll hurt yourself!”

You waved his concern away, standing.

“I’m just fine,” you said. “The more I practice the less it hurts.”

“I don’t approve,” he snarled, stomping his foot. “As your husband I’m putting a stop to this right now.”

Ayla laughed out loud.

“You may very well need her magic on your mission,” she pointed out.

“What mission?” he barked back.

She looked down at him, towering over his six and a half feet by four inches or so.

“The one you’re being sent on,” she said. “I’m tired of your stomping and crying. It’s not befitting a sergeant mage. Take your wife and go burn off some energy in Darkbell. There’s a wraith haunting the town that may need to be excorcised. Gather information and report back. If we determine an excorcistion is necessary you’ll complete it.”

His mouth fell open and he looked horrified.

“But Darkbell is dangerous enough without a wraith!” he gasped. “I’m not taking (Y/N) there!”

She smiled, showing her own sharp teeth.

“Ah, so you’ll leave her here with me? Wonderful,” she said. “I’ll make sure she gets fed and tucked in at night.”

Her eyes twinkled at him.

“I’ll do every little thing you do to her,” she said, bending down to look him in the eyes. “So you won’t have to worry about her being properly cared for.”

Clark waved his arms.

“Absolutely not,” he said, turning to you. “We’ll get our things packed and leave in the morning. You must follow my instructions to the letter!”

Ayla stretched her wings again.

“I’m going to head back to the Chamber,” she said, thumbing the books sitting on the table. “Be sure to take your books so you can practice on the journey.”

You nodded, a little excited to be sent on a mission. Seeing more of this world was something you looked forward to.

The minute the door shut behind her, Clark turned on you.

“What were you doing with her?” he asked, his eyes full of accusation.

“Learning my letters and blooming flowers, that’s all,” you said. “I thought you wanted me to fill the garden.”

He crossed his arms, tapping his foot.

“Not with her,” he pouted.

You gave him an indulgent frown and stuck your bottom lip out.

“It’s a pity you’re cross with me,” you sighed. “After all that hard work in the heat I was hoping you’d help me bathe…but I suppose you don’t even want me in your sight since I’m such a terrible wife. My head hurts a little bit, but I guess I’ll just have to take care of it all by myself. It’s what I deserve after all. I can’t even heat water…I’ll have to be naked in a cold bath…Maybe I’ll catch a cold with all of the icy water dripping off of me. It serves me right.”

You started towards the french doors and suddenly were held aloft as he swept you up in his arms.

“Of course you need me to bath you,” he growled. “You’re absolutely helpless without me and you smell of that shameless harpy! You know her kind are infested with lice, don't you? Don't let her hug you or you'll be crawling with vermin!"

You leaned your head into his chest as he stomped up to the second floor. You tried not to appear too smug as he filled the bath and undressed you and then himself. He picked you up again, climbing in and setting you between his long legs.

You felt him mouth the scar that had formed where he'd bitten you, reminding himself you were his. You wore his mark.

Minding the delicate flowers that wound through your hair, he carefully scrubbed your scalp, dousing you with warm water to rinse the soap away, then meticulously cleaned every inch of your body, muttering to himself about lice and harpy down. When he was mostly done, you leaned back into his chest, sighing as you skipped your fingers across the water he kept nice and warm with his magic. His large hands circled the expanse of skin just under your breasts.

“Mmm, your body is perfect,” he hummed, slipping down your stomach. “You’re so soft. No wonder she wants you.”

You clucked.

“Ayla doesn’t want me,” you said, softly. “She wants you to be happy...and I think she enjoys getting a rise out of you.”

He let out a grumbly growl, squeezing your hips and pulling you into the hardening shaft poking your back.

“In any case you’re mine,” he hissed, slipping two fingers between your lower folds.

You let out a gasp in surprise. A hand cupped your breast, pinching and tugging your nipple.

“I’ll fuck you on the garden table if I catch her hovering over you again,” he said, licking your neck, while he circled your clit and rolled your nipple between his fingers. “So she knows who you belong to.”

“Oh,” you whimpered.

His fingers left your nipple, sliding into your hair to jerk your head back against his chest.

“Is that what you want?” he asked, his tone carrying a touch of cruelty. “Do you want her to see your drooling, crying face while I stuff you full of my cock? Hear you begging me? You turn into a pathetic little cum slut when I’m filling you up.”

“Mmm,” you mewled, his grasp loosening on your hair and slipping down your back.

Two fingers dove between your cheeks and you heard his give you a half hysterical chuckle as he circled your back hole before pressing inside.

“Ahhh,” you groaned, his other fingers still toying with your little pearl of nerves.

“I’ll fuck you here so she knows what an insolent whore you are,” he murmured as he thrust his fingers in and out.

His teeth scraped your bite mark as he played with your body, listening to your gasps and mewls in the quiet room.

“Every one of your holes…every inch of your body belongs to me,” he hummed into your skin. “If you keep behaving badly I’ll be forced to strip you and punish you until you learn. I’m not above disciplining you with an audience if that’s what it takes.”

He pushed you forward so that you were braced against the opposite lip of the tub, your ass exposed to him. You felt his eyes on you, as he examined the arch of your spine and the round curve of your bottom. Fingers slipped out of you and you yelped as a hand came down on your ass.

“Apologize to me for being an impudent whore,” he demanded.

“But I didn’t…” you gasped and another slap made your skin burn.

“Don’t speak unless it’s to admit your sins,” he barked. “You were showing off to Ayla! The only one you need to impress is me!”

He popped your bottom again, this time rubbing the burn away with his big hand. You felt him spread your cheeks and heard him spit on your puckered hole before he stuffed his fingers back in.

“Aggn!” you choked, in a delirious place between pleasure and pain as he thrust in and out of you.

“If you want to act like a whore, I’ll treat you like a filthy whore,” he said, his voice amused. “Maybe I should send you to her office with your face covered in cum.”

“No, no!” you pleaded. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry Clark! I didn’t mean it.”

You heard him laugh.

“Good girl,” he hummed, lowering his body over you to nibble your earlobe. “I’m very forgiving…of you and you alone.”

A hand cradled your breast, teasing your nipple, while you felt his sharp teeth just barely pricking your neck. His mouth in his true form was so wide he could have killed you with one bite. The awareness of that fact made your breath skip. He dragged his long tongue down your spine until it was lapping at your pussy and back hole, soothing it from his rough treatment. His fingers dissappeared and you felt the smooth head of his cock replace his tongue on your cunt. He pinched and rolled your clit between the pads of his fingers. You moaned and begged, your mind a haze.

“Mmm, that’s it my needy little plaything,” he jeered. “Beg me. Beg me for what you know only I can give you.”

“Please Clark!” you pleaded. “Please. Please!”

He slammed his cock into you, jerking your body forward. His claws pressed into one hip as he held you where he wanted you to drive himself into you over and over. You drooled and sobbed as he hit the most sensitive spot inside of you like a jackhammer.

You heard his bestial grunts behind you.

“You were made just for me,” he gritted out. “Your tight cunt is perfect. You’re my sweet little wife.”

Your channel spasmed around his cock, milking him as he thrust you over the edge muttering praises. Howling his name you came all over his cock.

“Fuck,” Clark barked in suprise at your sudden tightness, a clawed hand wrapping around your hair and snapping you to his chest while he let himself explode inside of you.

His head drooped over your shoulder and you felt his hot breath brush your skin. The heavy weight of his hands moved affectionately over your body, gently cupping your breasts, then your stomach, then your hips.

“I hate pulling out of you,” he whined, dissapointed he couldn’t keep you plastered to him forever. “I want to be inside your warm little cunt always.”

All you could was whimper and pant for a moment while Clark reluctantly detached from you. He gently cleaned you up a bit before setting you on your feet on the fluffy rug beside the tub. Wrapping a towel around you and then his waist he gave you a warm look, brushing your damp hair behind your ear.

“Sit down,” he hummed pointing to a little stool and you followed his directions, happy to be off your tired legs.

He took his time carefully detangling and styling your hair. When he was pleased you looked like he wanted he carried you downstairs to make you dinner.

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The next morning the two of you rose before dawn to set out towards Darkbell. The road to that part of Ilirion was rough and mountainous, so you couldn't take a carriage and expect to get there with any haste. Since you also had no idea how to ride a horse, Clark was happy to tuck you in front of him for the journey.

He'd dressed you in your warm coat and gloves but your nose still stung from the cold.

"What's Darkbell like?" you asked as the two of you loped along the rocky path.

"It's a night elf city," he explained. "Built into a mountain. It's actually a bit pretty, lots of crystals cut from the mountain and glowing fungus."

"Oh," you said, trying to imagine it.

"If only the residents were warm," he sighed. "They don't particularly like outsiders, we'll only be tolerated because they need our help. And if the Mage’s Chamber refuses to help them…we’ll have a very cold farewell.”

You gasped.

“Is it dangerous?” you asked and he laughed.

“Everywhere in this realm short of Leotolas is dangerous,” he said cheerfully. “It’s only a matter of flavor. But don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.”

As you entered the mountains, snow clouds darkened the sky making the path murky and full of shadows.

“I think someone is coming,” you said, squinting into the dim light.

Ahead of you there was a bluish glow.

“Some traveler, I’m sure,” he said, more interested in squeezing whatever of your flesh he could get his hands on.

The light came closer and closer until it was clear it was a lamp hanging on a rod, weilded by a hunched man. He looked like he was barely making it on the steep terrain. His drooping shoulders were draped in a heavy, but tattered fur.

“Travelers!” he called at you, “Can I beg your help?”

“Just ignore him,” Clark huffed. “Some vagrant probably kicked out of Darkbell.”

You pouted, digging in your jacket for the small coin purse Clark had given you before you left.

“Don’t be like that Clark,” you huffed. “He looks like an old man and it’s freezing out here!”

“What’s wrong?” you called to the man, “We only have one horse, but we’ll help if we can!”

The man lifted his head to reveal a wrinkled face, the skin like dark leather.

“Kind of you miss,” he said. “I only need a few coins for a night at an inn when I reach the base of the mountains. I can tell your fortune for a trade.”

You shook your head.

“You don’t need to bother yourself,” you assured him, digging out a handful of money. “A few coins isn’t much to ask.”

Before Clark could stop you, you were climbing down from the horse to offer him the money.

“(Y/N)!” Clark barked. “He could be dangerous!”

“You’re not dangerous, are you?” you asked the man offering him the gold.

When your hands touched you were surprised they were very warm.

“Such a kind creature,” he said, smiling revealing rotted teeth as he accepted your gift.

Close up his eyes glowed a bright green. You found yourself a little entranced by them. He pulled you closer till your faces almost touched.

“Since you are so kind, I will share a secret,” he narrowed his eyes on Clark before he whispered in your ear. “One cannot perform a soul swap on themselves.”

You jerked back, confused how he would know that that bit of information would be relevant to you.

“I’d keep that to yourself,” he chuckled and let you go, continuing down the mountain.

You stood numb in the snow, staring for a moment. Could that be true? He was just a random man, but why would he say such a thing?

“Are you okay?” Clark asked, appearing beside you. “He didn’t say something rude, did he?”

You blinked at him before pulling yourself out of your daze.

“Nothing…” you murmured. “Just…just nonsense. We should keep going.”

He helped you back on the horse, kissing your cheek.

“You shouldn’t engage strangers like that,” he huffed. “Your kindness could get you hurt.”

“I’ll..I’ll remember that,” you said.

The rest of the trip your mind churned. If the other (Y/N) didn’t do the soul swap…who did? And another question crossed your mind. You’d asked the other (Y/N) about it directly and she’d avoided the question. Why was she covering for whoever did it? She should be furious, right? Calling them out? You wish you knew how to contact her again to get some answers, but you were at a loss.

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hey, i really like ur writing and idk if ur working on something rn but when you can and if you want to, could you possibly write some ben drowned x reader kissing headcanons? (only if u r comfortable w/ that ofc!) ur literally my favorite writer on this app nd i literally read everything u post lol so even if u don’t do this ty anyway and have a nice day/night and take care of urself!!🩷

Kissing BEN Drowned Would Be Like This:

A/N: Sure, I'm comfortable with that; this is kind of a whole affection headcanon thing, which I've only just realised now I'm reading it over 🙃 I'm glad you like my writing, hope you enjoy this one, take care of yourself too 😀 Also, should I start making a taglist for my creepypasta posts? If you're interested, let me know.

🎮• So. If you're expecting BEN to be an absolute gentleman who asks for your permission before giving you any form of affection, or is a bit bashful to initiate it...

🎮• Haha. Sorry.

🎮• I mean, he'd never push your boundaries or deliberately make you feel uncomfortable when you guys are being intimate somehow, but he's not gonna be shy about it. That's because it takes a bit of time for him to warm up to the idea of physically coming out of the screen and materializing himself enough for you to hug him and everything safely, without getting electrocuted or whatever.

🎮• Another factor is that after all he's been through, the idea of letting himself be that vulnerable around people is a bit of a daunting one, even if it's you, someone who he's learned to trust and get close to until it gets to this point.

🎮• So, well done to you, for earning the ultimate sign of trust from this maniac virus boy. Chances are that after you hint at wanting to be able to kiss him or something, he's gonna act all teasing and dismissive about it, but what you don't know is that the thought stays in his mind after you've finished up on the computer and gone to bed. He watches you silently from the camera on your open screen (that he's insisted you keep open for him to check in on you) and lets the idea of it grow into a nice, tempting one.

🎮• So get ready for yet another burst of an adrenaline rush as BEN gives you the scare of your life when he comes crawling out of the screen as you wake up in the morning, scattering your desk trinkets and stuff all over the place in the process. BEN has very pale blonde hair in his humanish form, almost white, and even paler skin, with empty black and red eyes, sometimes glitchy... you probably know already. BEN's eyes bleed lightly even when he's not upset, but seem to gush blood when he is. But even with the whole horrifying appearance, somehow, he manages to make himself look handsome. Don't tell him, though, or he'll tease you about it and probably won't ever forget it.

🎮• When you get over the initial shock of him literally just spawning into your room, he stays completely indifferent, if not a bit amused, because isn't this what you wanted? It's not like he bites. Unless you're into that sort of thing.

🎮• BEN is a bit apprehensive at first, because, let's be real, you're his first kiss. His life was twisted into an electronic form when he was really young, and so human touch is almost a completely foreign experience to him at this point, so he will start slow. He might flinch a couple of times, but dismisses it and tells you to go on, that he wants to get used to it. And he does.

🎮• When he does, that's when you've got his chaotic bursts of affection energy to deal with. He loves catching you off guard; you could be doing anything, working or hanging around or whatever, and then he's suddenly there behind you, and you get the tiniest of electric shocks as BEN grabs you effortlessly and refuses to let go for a solid five minutes while you fidget in his glitching but strong arms and glare at him.

🎮• The first thing you'll end up doing is hugging, because he likes the feel of being close in somebody's arms in a way he didn't think he could be before. You're warm and he's consistently cold, leading to you having to slap at his hands when he slides a hand down your back or something bratty just to make you squeal and shiver. They draw out into cuddle sessions, another thing he likes, and will ultimately go soft over. There have been many times when you've managed to fall asleep in BEN's arms, and that's one of the rare times where he'll let all his guard down and fiddle with your hair or play with your jewelry or just stare at you with a newfound feeling of protectiveness and fondness.

🎮• Now for the actual kissing part 🙃 I need to say that it really isn't a first "kiss." It's the first of many long makeout sessions, because BEN will drag it out as much as he can, and then stop abruptly when you least expect it, just to be a tease and wanting more. I see it happening when you're rambling about something or other, and he's out in the real world instead of in a screen, when you realize that your faces are inches apart, and he has a blank, frustrating unreadable look on his face.

🎮• And, before you can say anything, he'll take the plunge before he can think about it any more, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours, but waiting for you to accept it and move in too. It starts off surprisingly soft and sweet, until BEN starts getting addicted to the new, intimate sensation, and tries deepening it. Then it's less sweet and more intense, and (sorry for the cliche lol) electric. He tastes kind of appley, and his lips are cold and soft. BEN will carry on going, further and further, to the point of you ending up breathless and him pulling away with a stunned look on his face. That look morphs into his usual mischievous smirk after he recovers in a few moments, and he raises a brow in amusement at your wide eyes and swollen lips, probably with a snarky little "Not bad."

🎮• After you've done it once, you're gonna end up doing it a whole lot more. There are hardly ever any proper warnings apart from BEN gradually moving in closer and being more teasing and flirty, or on sadder days where painful memories of the past come creeping back to haunt him, a source of comfort and reminder that he's still here and has another reason to be alive and basically immortal. It's not just to drive people to insanity and infect their systems with disturbing things until they crack, or whatever other motives he has. Now, there's you, someone who he's decided he needs to look out for and be with in any possible way.

🎮• Like I said, kissing BEN Drowned usually ends in suggestive makeout sessions and the like, because that's just BEN all over. But they're one way he's discovered he can show he cares, and so he'll keep doing it if you want him to, without any hesitation. Realistically, the boy is beyond touch starved, and so that all pours into the affections he gives you. To anyone else, he's a twisted, demon-like boy who makes peoples' lives hell by getting into their heads through ways they can't control, but to you and you only, he'll let himself become more and more vulnerable, until you see that really, he still was and is Ben.

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☀️ Everyday Idol 🌙 (Chapter 10)

✨ bangchan x reader (f), jungkook x reader (f)

✨ head on over to my masterlist if you haven’t checked out the previous chapters!

✨wc: ~11k

✨ friends to lovers? love triangle? obsession? angst and smut??? fluff.

✨ summary: JYP Entertainment launches a new show and y/n somehow gets recruited. Even though she doesn’t particularly care about the outcome of the show, she does particularly care about one of the artists she met: Chris from Stray Kids. Does Chris feel the same or will a potential relationship with one of his friends overcome what y/n feels for him?

✨ warnings: cursing from time to time, smut!!!! 🔞

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Previous Chapter Recap:

Anna came strolling into the room and made her way behind you.

She cleared her throat before she began speaking. “I mean clearly you guys have made up and all, but are you sure you aren’t moving on from everything else too quickly?” She looked serious.

“What do you mean? It’s just a gift basket. I mean it’s sweet, but it’s not like I’m in an exclusive relationship with this man or something.”

“No, I know. It’s just… I mean do we trust him? I’m not doubting your judgement, it’s just… you trust him enough to give him our hotel and room number?”

Oh fuck.

“I didn’t.”

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Y/N’s POV:

You watched in shock as Anna’s face dropped slightly. She you both sat still for a few moments, heart starting to beat faster.

“Call him,” Anna said, angry tone in her voice pushing through.

“What?” you asked, confused. Surely you should just block his number, right?

“Call. Him.” she said through gritted teeth.

You knew better than to cross Anna when she was irate. You quickly fumbled your passcode into your phone before clicking on his contact and pressing the call button. What the hell?

Huffing out through her nose, Anna snatched the phone from your hand, holding it in front of her while beginning to pace back and forth between the beds.

“Hello,” you heard from a sugar-sweet voice on the other line. Jungkook seemed to be in quite a pleasant mood. Even more pleasant now that you were calling him, probably to thank him for his kind gift.

“How the fuck do you know where we’re staying?!” Anna yelled into the phone, wasting no time with formalities. The rage emanating from her was unmistakable.

“Huh? What? Y/N, is this you?” you heard Jungkook ask sheepishly from the other side, obviously taken aback by the sudden beratement.

“How. the fuck. do you know. Where we’re staying?” Anna asked, emphasizing each word as her aggravation rose.

“Is this Anna? I’m confused. How do I know where you’re staying?… Y/N literally told me when we were on our date. I’m sorry, should I not have sent anything? I’m sorry if I overstepped some boundaries… I didn’t mean to,” he trailed off. Although he did sound genuine, you pondered if there was a slight dread in his voice.

Anna looked at you with a questioning stare, as if she was waiting for you to rebuttle. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

‘I don’t remember mentioning the hotel…’ you thought. But then again, you weren’t sure that you hadn’t. I mean, things like that come up for sure, but would you have remembered it? Something that would have been such a minute detail to you at the time? Did you just have “nervous brain” going on and sputter words together that you’d black out around and have no remembrance of later?

“I don’t… I don’t know,” you whispered humbly to Anna, beginning to twiddle your thumbs nervously as your brain tried to play out each prior conversation in your head.

Anna quickly got the point and stumbled to regain her argument. “Oh really? And what did she say about it?” She’d do anything to try to catch him in the lie.

“Well,” Jungkook started nervously on the other line. If Anna was good at anything, it was making people nervous in make-or-break situations. No wonder she was going to be the leader. “She was talking about how the hotel she was staying at was really nice and foreigner friendly. And how it wasn’t far from the JYPE building, so it made getting places pretty easy… I asked her if it was the Edison since I’d heard a lot of English-speaking foreigners like to stay there. I don’t know how… Is Y/N there? Can I talk to her?”

Anna raised a brow to you, looking for an answer on what she should tell him. To lie or not to lie. To block his numebr or to berate him. To listen to him or reject him.

But after hearing it, you did remember having that conversation. Well, bits and pieces of it at least. You remembered talking about the hotel, but what exactly was mentioned was a bit fuzzy. Your mind contorted in all kinds of shapes trying to piece together what was discussed about it. Eventually, you gingerly reached your hand out to take the phone from Anna’s grasp. She rolled her eyes as she hesitantly gave it up.

“Hey,” you said lowly into the speaker, feeling a bit embarrassed now.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Did you not remember that you told me you were staying there? Do you still not trust me?” He sounded wounded. Like this conversation was the last thing he’d expected that night.

Hearing the hurt in his voice absolutely broke you. Because you did remember that conversation, just not in the heat of the moment. Maybe you were so caught up in your own head, and Anna’s head, that you went jumping to conclusions again… like you always did. Maybe this whole time, you’d just thought it was too good to be true. Maybe you just subconsciously wanted to self-sabotage to make any sense of the situation you were in with an idol.

Jungkook had done nothing to you. Maybe being in a place at an unexpected time, but that was literally it. This man never tried to hurt you. He was ATTENTIVE, that’s all. He sent you a fucking gift basket, and this is what he had to show for it? You felt so horrible.

“No, no, I’m sorry.. I do trust you! It’s just when Anna asked me if I’d told you where we were staying, I blanked. I think I was just nervous on our first date, and I don’t really remember everything I said to you. I vaguely do remember talking about it though once you mentioned it. I’m sorry I didn’t remember sooner... I don’t want you to think that I don’t really appreciate your gift.”

“Well I didn’t think that last part,” he chuckled lightly after a few seconds.

Anna quickly sprang over to position herself right in front of the phone. “How’d you know our room number then, huh? Did she tell you that too?!” she derogated, obviously wanting to prove herself correct.

“Of course not. I just called the front desk and explained who I was and that I needed it delivered to the room where Y/F/N Y/L/N and Anna were staying… When it’s a bag full of treats, people don’t usually question that.”

“Oh and people don’t usually question a celebrity either, do they?” Anna shot back, her voice full of malice.

“Anna!” you butted in, giving her an expression to stop going any further. “Please…” you asked lowly, eyes silently begging her to back away.

“Fine, fine. Whatever. Thanks Jungkook for the snacks,” she said sarcastically as she walked away from the phone.

You looked at her with pursed lips. ‘Really?’ your face said.

“I don’t trust him,” she mouthed through gritted teeth.

“Well I do, so please be nice,” you replied quietly, covering the speaker of the phone with your hand.

“If you say so,” she mumbled, turning to walk into the other room.

“I’m sorry,” you quietly admitted to Jungkook on the other end of the line.

“No, I mean, I get it. It’s definitely a… weird situation to be in?” He laughed a bit, and you could tell he was nervous. Flustered even?

“It is, but just so we’re clear, I’m all good. I just didn’t really remember what was going on. And I really, really appreciate you sending me that and just sticking it out with me in general… No more crazy freak outs from now on, I promise.” You breathed out a big breath.

You heard him laugh through the speaker. “Don’t worry, I’ll always prove myself if you need it.” You felt your heart swell up at his words. “And hopefully the more I get to see you, the fewer freak outs you’ll have to have, right? I just want you to be able to feel comfortable around me.”

“No, I think I’ll be just fine. Every time I’m with you, I feel great. I… think I should see you more,” you flirted lightly, smiling to yourself.

“I think so too.” You could tell he was reciprocating that smile on the other side. “Can I still bring you lunch tomorrow? I won’t take up too much time, I promise. I just really want to see you.”

You kicked your feet back and forth, like an elementary school student with a new crush. “Yes you can,” you said with butterflies in your stomach. “How about you come inside the JYPE lobby instead of meeting me outside? It’d just be a bit easier. And maybe less public.”

“Whatever you think, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart,’ you swooned.

“Okay, well text me tomorrow then, and I’ll let you know when I know something,” you said softly.

“I text you first thing. Goodnight. Sleep tight,” he drew his words out to sound cute.

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” you finished while giggling again. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

Neither of you hung up for a few seconds, as you took a deep breath, enjoying the moment. Finally, you hit the red “End Call” button and placed your phone down on the bedside table. You gave yourself a few moments to collect your thoughts. The thoughts from your overly mushy, possibility-stricken brain.

As Anna walked in, you felt yourself perk up. “Just trust me on this… please,” you said, wanting to avoid any other conversation about the ordeal.

Anna stared at you for a moment, tough look on her face, but her eyes filled with love nonetheless. She plopped down to sit on the bed next to you. “I will try. I just don’t want to see you get hurt. Mentally or physically,” she accelerated.

“Anna,” you rolled your eyes upward, annoyed.

“Okay, okay fine. I will try. Because I love you,” she reached out and grabbed your hand. “More than any man ever can. Remember that, okay?” She looked into your eyes. “You are my absolute best friend in the world. If anyone hurts you, they hurt me. I’ll always be here for you, and I will always ALWAYS do what I can to trust you and back you up.”

You felt your eyes start to tear up a tiny bit.

“I’m so glad I have you,” you leaned in to hug her. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” she said quietly before pulling back from the hug. A quick little smirk came across her face. “We don’t know what I’ll be like starting as leader tomorrow. You may not be able to stand me,” she said sarcastically.

You smiled as you shook your head. “As long as you don’t go getting a big head.”

“I won’t if you won’t, Miss VISUAL.”

“Oh whateverrrrrr,” you said while playfully pushing her away. She couldn’t help but to let out a few laughs.

After the two of you were done with your banter, you tucked yourselves in and turned the lights out. With dreams of Jungkook in your head, and all that could be, you finally slept in peace.

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Chan’s POV:

Chan jumped a bit as he heard his phone alarm begin to blare out at him. 1:05 PM. He was supposed to meet Changbin for lunch at a restaurant around the corner.

With a sigh, Chan saved the file on his laptop that he’d been working on, taking out his earbuds and closing them up in his case. He hastily stored his belongings in their usual spot.

Today had already been a long day. A long, draining day.

Chan was in a slump, and he knew that. Tuesdays always sucked for him, but this one was different. He could barely get work done, barely sleep, barely eat (one of the major reasons Changbin was borderline making him have lunch with him). This was an important time for him, and he needed to snap out of it. Not only did he have deadlines coming up for his own projects, but he was meant to partake in Everyday Idol as well as be a mentor to someone he didn’t particularly like. The stress on top of the combination of everything else had him feeling like… for lack of better words, shit.

Chan rubbed his face a couple of times before shaking his hair and springing to the elevator.

Some people grew up scared of elevators, but not Chan. No, in fact, when he was a little boy, he loved elevators. He remembered a time when he couldn’t contain his excitement and began jumping up and down- he couldn’t have been more than 5 years old, feeling the springiness and give that the floor had once he landed on impact. He thought to his mom’s subsequent scolding thereafter, how it “wasn’t safe.” But that was the exact opposite of how Chan had felt. Inside the elevator, he was inclosed in his own little world, safely tucked away into an area that was all his to play around. The movement he felt while inside was just an addition to his fun. He felt not danger, but adventure. Of being able to define gravity. But stil, so so safe and cocooned in.

Stepping now inside of the elevator again, he wished he could find that same feeling.

But instead, life happens. As Chan descended, floor after floor, he was content with picking at his nails. He was so close to getting the hangnail off the side of his left thumb. But as he toyed with it, it got more and more red. It turned hot. It burned even. Was it worth it? To feel all of those emotions just for that little ounce of relief? Would it even give him relief or would it hurt more?

As he walked into the lobby, he had to ask himself that same question. Jungkook was stood in the opposite corner of the room… with you. He felt his ears go red immediately, feeling as if all the blood in his body automatically rushed upward. The blood followed into his face, being backed up by the shaking feeling he started to experience in his chest. He clenched his fists, focusing on the sensation of the burn in his thumb instead of whatever burning was happening in his heart and in his mind.

He felt his muscles tense as he walked past. He was stiff as a board, but he knew better than to let his head turn your direction. Pretending he didn’t see either of you would be the best course of action.

With his head held high, Chan made his way past both you and Jungkook as quickly as he could without seeming desperate or being noticed. Not today. He didn’t have it in him today.

Eyes fixated on the door, he was only a few strides away.

“Chan! Hey man!” Chan stopped in his tracks as he heard a call from a few feet away. Jungkook’s voice would forever play as a haunting echo in the back of his mind… Now, knowing what he knows.

Chan closed his eyes and took a deep breath before turning around, ready to put on his best face.

“Ahh hey,” he waved back slightly, but had no intentions of walking closer.

‘Avert situation. You gotta go,’ he thought.

“I’m late to meet up for lunch right now, but talk to you later?” Chan said, totally ignoring that you were standing there.

“Yeah, for sure. Let’s hang out. I’ll text you?” Jungkook asked, sounding friendly as ever… and oblivious.

“Sounds good mate,” Chan strained out before turning on his heels to hastily get out the door.

He took a deep exhale in and out of his nose once he hit the outdoor air. He would say fresh, outdoor air, but who was he kidding? It’s Seoul. The air is never gonna be that fresh.

He just wished he could avoid you. Anything having to do with you and with Jungkook. It wasn’t even strong anger anymore that he felt, but more of like a numbness. Not the kind that stops you from feeling your face. This kind… oh this kind was much worse. It was a gnawing numbness. One that you knew was slowly eating at you, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. He knew it could consume his soul- eat into every aspect of his life until he felt nothing for anyone anymore. All he could do was try to fight it. Try.

‘Whatever,’ he thought.

He walked with his head down until he was around the corner, popping into one of the boys’ favorite lunch spots. They’d been going here since the beginning of their trainee days. It was cheap, delicious, and most importantly quiet and tucked-away. As Chan pried the door open, he found Changbin already sat at a table toward the back of the restaurant. He tried his best to perk up by the time he reached his friend.

“You order yet?” Chan asked, taking his seat.

“Nope, not yet. Was waiting on you. Where have you been?” Changbin asked, leaning over onto one elbow.

“Sorry. I was working on a track. I’m just not able to get anything good right now,” Chan huffed as he let his head roll around his neck, working out any pent-up kinks.

“Well…” Changbin trailed off for a second, looking for the right words. “Are you good right now?”

Chan was taken aback by his directness. Bin’s eyes were wide, waiting for a response. Or at least the opportunity to gage an emotion.

“Yeah bro, I’m fine,” Chan got out, clearing his throat.

Changbin let his eyes roll off to the side. “Look, you and I both know you aren’t fine.” He lowered his voice. “Don’t think I didn’t hear you still up working on something last night at like 4 AM. You only do that when something is bothering you. What is it? Is it y/n?”

Chan’s face dropped, but he continued sternly. “No, I said it’s fine.”

“I saw the pictures Dispatch put out... Other people may not have recognized her, but you and I both know. Is that what this is about? I haven’t seen you act normal since, and I’m worried about you.”

“Whatever she has going on with Jungkook is whatever. It’s none of my business and it’s not my place to care.”

“Well, it obviously is your place to care. And mine too, considering.” Changbin stared at him, eyebrows raising up. He tempted Chan to lie again. To say he had no investment in you. To pretend like everything was fine. That this whole situation wasn’t eating him alive. To be okay with knowing a whole truth that you had no clue about…. And that ate Chan up.

The two men just stared at each other until Chan finally gave in.

“What do you want me to say, Bin? You want me to ask like ‘Hey so are you two fucking or? Do you have a relationship and care about each other? What do you guys like about each other that you keep hanging out? Jungkook why don’t you tell her what the actual truth is?’… Like I don’t want to fucking know, okay?! Now please, don’t bring it up again. I’m done talking about it.” Chan knew he needed to stop.

But Changbin didn’t. “Well can you at least speak to y/n like a normal fucking human being then please? Don’t try to run away every time she moves in your goddamn direction! Well that, or act tough and annoyed when she’s anywhere near you. She’s still my trainee and you’re making things weird.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chan muttered defensively.

“She literally asked me today if you were avoiding her… She thinks you’re her friend. She tries to talk to you and you won’t let her. And I can’t just explain that you have a massive crush on her and are pissed she’s going out with your friend… She probably thinks you hate her dude.”

“I don’t hate her,” Chan scoffed. “I’m just not entertaining her or this whole situation. She’s not gonna get any special treatment.”

“You and I both know this isn’t about any ‘special treatment.’ At least act like a decent human being please. Quit acting like an asshole. You can have a normal conversation,” Changbin stiffly replied.

“I’m trying, okay? But I’m not going out of my way to talk to her.”

“Whatever, just sort this out. I’m sick of feeling the tension on both sides.”

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Y/N’s POV:

You smiled sweetly as Jungkook handed you a two plastic bags full of to-go containers. There had to be at least 4 different boxes.

“This sure seems like a lot of food for one person,” you half-laughed.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I just got a few of my favorites. I thought you could share with Anna too. Maybe cushion the blow from her yesterday a little too, huh?” He joked, starting to look a bit nervous.

‘Yeah, she was a bit harsh.’

“Well that’s very sweet. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it, even if she won’t say so… And I really appreciate it too,” you grinned.

“No need to thank me. After all, it meant I got to see you. I’d buy you lunch every day if that was my prize.”

You blushed, looking down unsure of what to say. He was a fucking charmer, that’s for sure.

“Then feel free to stop by any time,” you leaned into him. “I don’t think anyone would mind.” You flashed another toothy smile.

“I’ll try to remember that,” he smiled back.

Suddenly from the corner of your eyes, you noticed an all-black figure walking by quickly. By the walk, there was no mistaking it was Chan. He’d always had this very distinct walk. You’d noticed it the first day you met him. He hunched his shoulders over slightly, letting his arms dangle low while he took wide strides. You’d recognize it anywhere.

By the sudden turn of Jungkook’s head, you knew he’d noticed him too. “Chan! Hey man!” Jungkook called out, happy to catch his friend.

You wanted to tell Jungkook to stop. To not even bother. Chan was in some sort of rut, and even if he’d talk to Jungkook, you being there would just make it awkward. You didn’t know what you’d said that night to make him want to avoid your very existence, but here you were. ‘Please god no,’ you said to Jungkook mentally.

“Ahh hey,” you heard Chan respond back. ‘Cool, so he’s still acting normal to everyone but me. Theory confirmed.’

As he made slight eye contact with you, he immediately flicked his eyes back up to Jungkook’s face, not acknowledging your presence.

“I’m late to meet up for lunch right now, but talk to you later?” Chan continued.

‘Thank fucking god. Please get out of this awkward situation.’

“Yeah, for sure. Let’s hang out. I’ll text you?” Jungkook asked.

“Sounds good mate,” Chan responded before heading out.

You stood for a few moments in silence, Jungkook waiting for you to say something.

“He ignored me… again,” you said, huffing out a bit.

“Wh- I didn’t know you two were ever friendly,” Jungkook said a bit hesitantly.

“Yeah, I mean, I thought we were… He helped me a lot through this process with giving me tips and stuff. And, I don’t know, he was a good person to rant to about things. I felt like we had a lot in common, so he was easy to talk to. But this week, he’s literally gone out of his way to not talk to me. I’ve tried and every time, I’ve been given short answers or head nods. Or he acts like he doesn’t want to be there at all,” you said, face full of perplexity. “But you obviously know him better than I do. Does he ever just get like this? Is he okay?”

Jungkook’s eyes wouldn’t focus on yours. They looked off, almost like he was zoning out for a few seconds. He snapped out of it as you finished talking.

“He probably is just under a lot of pressure is all,” Jungkook said, rubbing your arm to comfort you. “I wouldn’t take it personally. Unless… well, I don’t know. I probably shouldn’t talk about it.”

“No, tell me,” you demanded more than asked, now full of curiosity.

“It’s not- I don’t know. I’ve never seen it myself, but people say he’s really hard on the new trainees. Like REALLY hard on them. I think he’s even made a few cry before. Something about how hard it was for him when he was a trainee,” Jungkook said confidently, now locking eyes with you. “I think it’d be a good idea to stay away from him for a while. He’s my friend, but I’ve seen him blow up before, and it isn’t good. I just don’t want to see him hurt you any more than he already has.”

Trying to put a small smile on your face, you gave him a disconcerted nod.

“Would you want me to talk to him about it?” Jungkook cocked a brow.

You thought for a moment, thinking over what good that would do. ‘Well, if he’s already angry, I don’t exactly want him to find out that I was talking to his friend about him…’

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just try to stear clear from him I guess.”

Jungkook could tell you sounded a bit disheartened. “It will be okay. Just do what you’ve gotta do and try to ignore him for now. You will do great. If he doesn’t see that, then he’s an idiot,” he smiled.

You give him a shy, encouraged smile and a head nod.

“Now go eat. Don’t let me take up your lunch,” Jungkook said, playfully nudging you toward the elevator.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go,” you said, grinning ear to eat. “Thank you again. So much. This really means a lot to me.”

“Like I said, no need to thank me. Now go get full, and please let me know how the rest of the day goes! I’ll be thinking about you.”

You felt your cheeks get hot, but you couldn’t help it. “I’ll be thinking about you too.”

Jungkook placed one hand gently on the side of your arm and leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, just the way he’d done before. It was so tender. So thoughtful. The way he touched you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. It sounded stupid to say this early, but it made you feel loved.

As he pulled back, you began walking to the elevator as you each waved goodbye.

‘I could get used to this.’

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By the end of the day, you were even more exhausted than the one before. Pushing through another 2 hour dance practice with already sore muscles made for an interesting (and excruciating) experience.

‘It’s only Tuesday?’ You had thought to yourself while trying to catch your breath earlier.

Vocal lessons had gone well, and you’d gotten in a good session to work with Anna, Changbin, and Felix on your music for the showcase. You’d gotten a big chunk of lyrics written out and even had an outline for the track. You had a plan to meet back up after the schedule to order some chicken and try to brainstorm more ideas to get at least a little more done.

The biggest accomplishment of the day though was that you had successfully avoided Chris. Not that he was particularly interested in talking to you anyways. But you heard how he spoke to the others. The way that his tone of voice had changed completely, dullness replacing the vibrancy and enthusiasm he’d previously had. His facial expressions were different too. More subtle. His overall demeanor was just… gravelly. Like everyone was walking on eggshells around him when he spoke. At least it wasn’t just you. At least he was ignoring you.

After packing up your belongings, you and Anna traveled upstairs to meet Felix and Changbin in the studio.

“For a second, I thought you forgot about me!” Changbin said, seeing you enter the room.

“You make it very hard to do that,” you rolled your eyes, walking over to take a seat next to him.

As you settled in, you began discussing any more ideas you’d had on lyrics. Since the show was focusing on the “trainees” instead of the idols, Felix and Changbin weren’t allowed to make any major suggestions or do things on their own. You and Anna were responsible for solely coming up with the theme, writing lyrics, choreography, and somewhat of the producing. The guys were really just there to supplement what you were able to do.

The topic you chose to write about: heartbreak.

A cliché? Maybe. But it was something both you and Anna knew all too well. Neither of you would ever disclose it on the show, but Anna had been engaged before. They’d dated for several years before he popped the question, but a month before the wedding, he called it off and moved away, saying he felt trapped in.

You had never been engaged, thank god. But you had just ended a very serious, long-term relationship a few months prior. You’d dated for almost 3 years before he decided to call it off. It was by no means a “great” relationship. You lost the spark after about a year (to be honest, you weren’t sure that spark was ever really there), but were too afraid to break up for fear of being alone. He never never took you out, never tried to make things fun, but he was the one constant that you had in your life. For over a year, you were constantly back and forth in your own head, whether or not you could actually go through with breaking up with this man. He was just so… dull.

It wasn’t helped by the fact that he absolutely adored you. You were kind, smart, fun, adventurous, everything anyone could ever want... But he just wasn’t any of those things. You were so bored. And you felt horrible for being bored.

When you were almost at your breaking point, on the cusp of breaking things off after carrying the entire relationship for years, your boyfriend had finally said it to you. He told you that he wanted to marry you.

It came as no shock, of course, but he really meant it. He may not have proposed, but you know he was gaging your reaction. And when you said absolutely nothing, he got the point. Two weeks later, he broke things off with you.

You found it ironic. How something that you’d wanted to do for years, he’d done in the drop of a hat. How someone who supposedly loved you so much could get over you so quickly. Were you really that forgettable? That disposable that even someone who took you for granted every day had no problem ending things with you? You just didn’t have the heart for that.

And suddenly, for the first time in years, you truly felt alone. It was then that you began to lean into your friends even more. That’s why they meant so much to you. You and Anna bonded in the fact that you’d both been through very similar situations. You were each others rock, and why you understood each other so well. You had a bond strong enough to carry you all the way across the world- all the way to Korea. How could you not write about the very thing that was the biggest hidden blessing that had ever happened to you?

Once you’d both talked through this with Changbin and Felix, ideas flowed out quickly. Words turned into sentences. Sentences turned into lyrics. And before you knew it, you had a rough draft of the song, along with some chords.

Game plan: tomorrow, you’d finish the song and get a good recording and backing track ready, in case you ended up needing it for your performance. Then, you would just need to work on choreography and what you had envisioned for the stage.

With only 4 days left before the performance, the nerves had set in. You kept telling yourself that each day in the program felt like a week, so you’d have basically 4 weeks to prepare… The thought didn’t work as well as you’d hoped, but at least you tried.

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As you threw yourself in deeper, the days began to blend together. Wake up, rehearse, eat, sleep, repeat. You’d barely had time for anything outside of the usual schedule. It was like being stuck inside a time loop.

Your only good distraction was Jungkook. Over the past couple of days, he’d been supporting you in any way that he could. He’d brought dinner to your hotel so you didn’t have to go out and buy anything yourself. He’d sent you encouraging texts throughout the day, reassuring you that you could do this. He’d call you every night so you could rant about anything you needed to that day- how unbearable one of the vocal coaches was, rude things Jenna had done that day, and how Chan was acting toward you.

Chan had been behaving… well the same. Jungkook warned you. You did what you could to stay away from him, but you’d often find him staring at you while he was helping at dance practice, looking like he was about to scold you for something or roll his eyes at you. So far, it was annoying, but nothing you couldn’t deal with for the next week or so.

“Soooo,” you said to Jungkook through the phone, trying to sound cute as you crossed the street to your hotel, “I have some extra time tonight. Felix had a stomach ache, so we ended showcase practice a bit early… I was wondering if you were free to do something?”

You could almost feel his energy through the phone. “You know I’m never too busy for you.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” you smiled as you stepped inside your hotel lobby. “Could we do something that doesn’t involve much mental or physical energy though, please? I’m almost out.”

He let out a little laugh. “I could have told you that much. How about a movie? I can pick you up.”

“Perfect. If you want to have a look at show times, you can just let me know after.”

“Hmmm, how about give me 30 minutes, and I’ll be there? I’ll get it worked out.”

“Okayyy, sounds good to me,” you stepped into the elevator.

“Did you eat already?”

“I did. I just got something quick with Anna. She stayed back to work on some dance stuff she was struggling with since Lee Know was there to help.”

“And shouldn’t you be helping her instead, ‘main dancer?’” he poked fun.

“Well, considering Lee Know has years and years of technique, I think I’m alright to pass,” you said jokingly.

“Touché. Well, if you’ve eaten, then I’ll get snacks. I’ll be there to get you in 30 minutes, okay? Wear something comfortable!”

“Can’t wait,” you smiled into the line, obviously sounding smitten.

“Me neither. See you soon,” he said gently before ending the call.

You let out a deep, content sigh as your brought your phone down from your ear. As you left the elevator and headed toward your room, you thought about what you’d do to kill time for the next 30 minutes.

‘A doom scroll doesn’t sound half bad,’ you thought, using your key card to enter the room. You were greeted by the lingering smell of Anna’s perfume she’d put on that morning. It was her signature- bold and bright just like her.

You threw your things down and plopped yourself on the bed, promising you’d get up in 20 minutes to shower off and get changed. You knew that in 20 minutes, you’d also be cursing yourself for not doing it as soon as you got back. ‘Oh well.’

You loaded up your twitter to scroll through mindlessly. The memes were just okay today. Nothing special.

You switched instead to look through your YouTube subscriptions and what you’d missed. There in the corner of the screen though, you could see that the “Stray Kids” channel was live, starting 2 minutes ago. In the caption, you read “Channie’s Room.”

‘On a Thursday?’ you thought. You may not have known everything about Stray Kids, but you’d seen more than enough tweets to know that Chan was usually live on Sundays.

You knew you were supposed to stay away. To avoid Chris as best you could. But you couldn’t help it, curiosity got the best of you. Plus, your thumbs were faster than your brain.

Upon starting the stream, you watched as Chan settled into his seat, plastering a tiny smile onto his face. He had a song playing in the background, one you hadn’t heard before. It looked like any other Channie’s room, him situated in his studio. You couldn’t help but to wonder about how he could have looked so agitated a couple of hours ago, but was now trying to put on such a good face for the camera.

“Hello everyone. Annyeonghaseyoooo,” he dragged out playfully. He waved lightly as he grinned at the camera. “Hi Stayyy.” He looked down at his phone before abruptly coming back up, putting a beaming smile on his face. “Welcome to Channie’s Room. This is Episode 209. And we will try to have a- fun- time- today-,” he said cutely.

“How was everyone’s day today?” He asked.

��Exhausting. Partly because of you,’ you thought to yourself.

He read some of the comments aloud.

“ ‘My day was good.’ Yay!”

“ ‘Today was great!’ Good, good.”

“ ‘Today was tough, but better now.’ Ya know, my day was pretty tough too, but I also feel better now that I’m with Stays,” he said optimistically. He breathed in harshly before putting his phone on the table.

“Sooo you all know that I usually do not come on a Thursday, so I’m sorry for coming late. Schedules have been crazy. On Sunday night, I was really busy. I just had a lot of thoughts, so I apologize for not making it then. But hopefully we can have a fun time now.”

You thought back to Sunday night. Sunday night… when he was with you. When he’d offered to pick you up to go look over the city. He’d given up his time with Stays for that?

He picked his phone back up and began to read through the comments again.

“ ‘I hope things are okay and you’re taking care of yourself.’ Uhmmm, yeah,” he raised his voice up an octave, sounding more like another question than an answer. “I mean, I think things will definitely be okay, and I’m trying my best to take care of myself. No worries. All goods. Allll goodssss.”

“ ‘Chan, are you able to eat well these days?’ Wowww, what’s with these questions?” Chan laughed, trying to mull over the comments. “Do I really look that bad? Hahaha,” he covered his face with his hands momentarily. “To be honest, because you know I’m honest with you guys, I haven’t really been able to eat so well these days. I’ve just been really busy, had a lot to do, have been having so many thoughts… It’s just- yeah, it’s hard for me,” he giggled shyly. “But I will try. I will try to do better.” He laughed again awkwardly.

“ ‘Are you working on any new music right now?’ Of course, I’m always working on new music,” he said, jovially. “Yeah, so right now I’m actually working on something that I don’t think you guys will expect,” he stopped to smile. “It’s a little… out of my comfort zone?… a little? But ya know, it’s always good to challenge yourself and tooo… express emotions that you’ve never really expressed before, yeah?”

You listened as he went through a few more random questions and started playing song recommendations before looking at the time.

‘Ah fuck. Better get up,’ you thought to yourself, gathering the energy to stand and walk to the bathroom. Such a simple task always seemed to take 12 years when you were dreading it.

A quick rinse and change into a big sweater was exactly what you needed to feel a million times better. You almost felt recharged and refreshed… Almost.

As soon as you saw JK’s text, you headed down to the front of the hotel to meet him.

You knew these guys were multi-millionaires, but it still always surprised you seeing such nice cars. A black Mercedes sports car, freshly-washed no doubt, was waiting right in front of the door for you. As you pulled on the handle to step inside, you were greeted by soft house music in the background and gentle mood lighting. One second in the car and you were sure you could fall asleep.

As you looked over to JK, your heart almost shook inside your chest over just how good he looked. He was rocking some grey sweats with a black hoodie, hair perfectly fluffy and smooth. He was slightly toying at the piercing on his lip. You’d never actually seen him so dressed down before, but he looked hot in it. This was the first time you’d really gotten “boyfriend vibes” from his looks alone.

But nothing could beat the look on his face when he first saw you. He looked like a kid in a candy store, wide-eyed and excited. The endearment on your face must have been apparent.

“Well hello,” he joked, smiling at the sight of you.

“Hellooo,” you lightheartedly replied. “Your car is insane.”

JK let out a giggle. “Think so?”

“Yes,” you looked around. “This is one of the nicest cars I’ve ever been in.”

“Well I’m honored,” he grinned as he laid his hand on top of yours. You wanted to explode, but you knew better. Not yet anyway. You had to settle for blushing your ass off right now.

“What movie are we seeing?” you asked, having to take your eyes off of him a little nervously. ‘He just looks too damn good.’

“You get to pick,” he smiled before moving his head to look out the windshield, guiding his hand along the steering wheel to venture back to the busy street.

“Alright, what are my options then?”

“The options are endless really. We can watch whatever you want.”

“No, but I mean what new movies are out that are playing right now?”

“Ohhh, well if you want to watch something they have out right now, there’s a new scary movie that looks really good, a couple of action movies, a documentary, and a new rom-com I think. I just know how you like scary movies.”

“That I do,” you smiled, looking over to admire his side profile. His lips were so fucking pretty.

“But if you get there and don’t like any of them, they said they can get us whatever you want.”

“You called and talked to them?”

“Of course,” Jungkook temptingly smiled before resting his hand on your thigh.

You tensed up a bit, but soon relaxed under his touch. His hand was so warm. Bigger than you’d expected. A little more bony too. You admired the tattoos, one by one, questioning him about each of them as he drove. His voice was so smooth, so relaxed, you wanted to melt like butter and pour into him.

When you approached the theater, it was a bit hard to see in front of you thanks to the dark Korean winter evenings. But as you pulled closer, you were able to make out a group of men dressed in all black. There had to be at least 5 of them. Jungkook rolled to a stop before jumping out of the car and heading to your side. He stopped one of the men from opening your car door so that he could do it himself. You gingerly accepted his hand, as he helped hoist you upright.

Once both feet hit the ground, you were suddenly surrounded by the group of men in a circle.

‘Damn, this security is no joke… There goes being unnoticed,’ you thought to yourself as both you and Jungkook were rushed indoors. If anything, it drew more attention, you thought. You felt like a walking target.

Jungkook must have sensed your uneasiness and reached for your hand to squeeze it.

“Better to be safe than sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t want to risk anything with you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, totally enamored by his thoughtfulness. You offered up a shy smile of thanks.

As you made your way past the front room, you couldn’t help but take in the smell of the popcorn that you’d have no chance of getting. ‘Think one of these big boys will get some for me?’ you giggled in your head.

Jungkook kept your hand snuggly in his until you’d reached the theater room. He knew how scary this must feel if it was your first time experiencing it, and in retrospect, he wished he would have warned you sooner. It was such second nature to him, that it completely slipped his mind. He made a mental note to make up for it later when it was just the two of you.

Once the security team loosened their wall around you, you were able to take in the comfortable ambience of the theater. This had always been one of your favorite places. No matter what was going on in your life, you could step into a theater and get lost- taken away and transported into a different world- at least for a few hours. In this world, things were given to you. You didn’t have to work so hard for them… unlike everything you’d ever known. You fell right into place. Every time.

As you scanned the room, you found yourself momentarily confused… ‘I should’ve known,’ you tsked.

“Why is no one else in here?” you asked Jungkook with a teasing smile.

“What do you mean? Our security team is right over there, silly,” he joked before leading you up a couple of stairs. You both plopped down right in the middle of the row.

“You know you really didn’t have to do all of this just for me,” you said, looking around at the barren room. “I promise I would have been fine in a normal theater…” you let your eyes turn big as you smiled up at him. “But, this is really sweet. Thank you.”

“I know you would’ve been fine with it, but I wouldn’t have. I wanted to make our date special. And safe” he grinned.

“Well don’t go spoiling me too hard. I might just start to expect it,” you taunted, getting bolder now.

“And I would expect nothing less,” he said before looking off to the side. One of the bigger security guards had come back with a tray full of snacks and drinks. Another man followed behind him with… blankets?

“You really went full out, huh?” you giggled.

“I told you I wanted you to be comfortable,” he laughed, handing the large blanket to you. “Do you know which movie you wanted to watch?”

“You pick. I honestly didn’t look into them much.”

“Well,” he turned back to the security guard who was waiting. “If you’d ask them to play the new horror movie that’s out, I’d really appreciate it.”

“You got it,” the man said before turning to disappear down the steps and around the corner.

“You’re not gonna get scared, are you?” you teased.

“Oh definitely notttt,” he said sarcastically, leaning into you a bit. “Are you?”

“Definitely nottt,” you mocked him with a cocky grin.

“Well, even though IIII’m not gonna get scared, feel free to give me a good squeeze if you need to.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you smiled while playfully rolling your eyes before moving your arms to open up the blanket. “Want some?” you asked in JK’s direction.

“You think there’s room for me?”

“I can make room,” you blushed a bit. “Plus, if I’m gonna get to those snacks,” you gestures to the opposite side of him where the tray was sat, “I’m probably gonna have to get as close to you as possible,” you raised your eyebrows at him.

“You know me too well,” he beamed, scooting a bit closer to you to let you lie the blanket over his lap. It was the perfect width to cover the both of you from shoulder to toe, with a little room to spare.

As the lights in the theater dimmed, you settled a bit more into your seat, wiggling to get as comfortable as possible. You had to make sure your blanket was tucked right and your butt wasn’t going to go numb in 20 minutes. People always underestimated how the comfort level when watching a movie influences the overall perception of the film.

Similarly, people always underestimated how having a good “movie buddy” influences the enjoyment of the film. A good movie buddy, you thought, was quiet unless prompted to behave differently, was totally immersed in the plot, and refrained from shaking their leg the entire time time... That was a big one. You let your neck crane slightly to see the outline of JK’s face and wondered what kind of movie buddy he will be.

The opening credits began to play as Jungkook moved the snack assortment to the space in the middle of you two, jostling the arm rest up. “Is extra butter on the popcorn okay?,” he whispered. “Cause I kind of already had them do it,” he laughed.

“That’s perfect” you told him, mimicking his hushed tone. You did a one-over of the wide array in front of you.

“You made sure to get all of my favorites, huh?” you looked up at him, smiling.

“I would say I meant it when I told you I wanted this date to be special… but really, I feel like that’s just common decency,” he whisper-laughed.

“Well I appreciate it anyways,” you said graciously, inching your body slightly closer to him. He picked up on this cue and threw an arm around you, allowing more room for you to scoot into him and for him to place the tray of food in the direct middle of you. You watched as a smug smile came across his face, knowing he had you exactly where he wanted you to be.

From your position, you could smell the cologne Jungkook had put on. You’d never noticed him wearing anything before. I bit sweet and citrusy, but warm and musky nonetheless. That mixed with the warm cotton he was wearing and the blanket you were wrapped up in, it felt like being hugged into the earth itself. Almost too cozy. Almost too perfect.

As the movie progressed, you were pleasantly surprised that there was actually a very good plot. Neither you nor Jungkook could keep from becoming fully engrossed. Feeling every heart-wrenching, haunting, isolating emotion, it was no surprise that you’d found comfort in each other. Without realizing, you had situated yourself into Jungkook’s chest, clinging tightly to the fabric of his hoodie. You’d both sunk down into the seats a bit so that his head was tucked down into your hair, neither of you able to keep your hands far from your eyes.

It wasn’t until the credits began to roll that you realized just how intimate the position was. You slowly pulled off of him and forced out a few slow, steady blinks to get your bearings back. ‘Damn.’

“You okay? You gonna recover?” Jungkook laughed, patting your thigh.

“I think so. Maybe,” you blinked a few more times.

He let out a chuckle, trailing his hand from your thigh to your hand, intertwining it with yours and giving it a good squeeze.

“I’ll keep you safe in the mean time,” he smiled, half joking. But there was no mistaking how his eyes were now twinkling.

You didn’t have an exact response. You just let yourself sit and simmer in the comfort of his words.

You squeezed his hand back lightly before looking down at your phone.

‘Fuck, it’s late.’

Jungkook realized the dismal look on your face, dropping slightly. “Here, let me get you home,” he said, standing with your hand still firmly in his.

As you stood to your feet, you wobbled a bit at the new positioning and release of pressure from your back. You clung to the blanket, looking around to see how you’d manage to carry all the leftover snacks to the garbage.

Just as soon as the thought popped in your head, one of the security men was up beside you collecting wrappers, bottles, and cups. Jungkook collected a few things himself in his free hand before thanking the man.

“You eventually get used to it,” he said. “Good to go?”

You swiveled your head around for anything that you may have left in the theater. “All good,” you grinned. “Can I just give this back to one of the guys?” you motioned down to the blanket.

“Yeah, of course,” Jungkook said, as he slowly began exiting the aisle, pulling you along with his hand still holding yours. “Unless you want to keep it. Then it’s all yours.”

“Mmm, yeah, I’m not giving it up then,” you smiled. You watched your step as you passed by the seats and made your way down a few stairs to the exit.

You followed suit behind Jungkook, clinging to his hand as you took your position inside the ring of security men again.

“Just block everyone out and follow me, okay? I told you I’ll keep you safe. I won’t let go,” he instructed, solemnity in his eyes.

“I know you won’t,” you said, offering a small smile.

And just like that, the doors were open again, the ring of men encircling you tightly. All was calm in the corridor around the theater, but louder, busier noise could be heard coming from the front of the building. As you approached, you started hearing rowdy sounds. The voices of hundreds of girls yelling. A flurry of words surrounding you. Yells of “Jungkook” echoing from every corner. High-pitched squeels from the front. A trail of flashing lights following from behind and to the side. You kept your head down, daring only to make low eye contact with Jungkook to the side of you.

Tight squeeze.

The men rushed you both out as quickly as they could, making space when needed.

You continued to stare at your feet. Left foot, right foot. Left foot, right foot, until you reached the outdoor air, where you had to look up as you were being guided to the car. You tried your best to shield your face with the blanket, successfulyl doing so to your knowledge. Jungkook was allowed to return to the driver’s side of his car, being that the security team had cars both in front of and behind his.

Once you’d both finally settled in and driven out of the lot, you let out a sigh.

“Jeez,” you giggled, not realizing you’d been holding your breath. “Is it always like that?”

“Sometimes it isn’t that bad,” Jungkook stared straight ahead. You could tell there was a light sense of grief in his voice. “I’m really sorry about that. I know it isn’t a normal situation to be in,” he all but choked out.

“No, it’s okay! It’s not your fault. I still had a really great time,” you reassured him.

“Well I’m glad,” he offered up a smile and placed his hand back at its resting place on your thigh. “I usually don’t get to go out like this much to be honest…” Jungkook confided. “It’s just a lot easier to stay at the house, all things considered,” he let out an annoyed chuckle. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to go out or take you places. I absolutely do. I’ll take you anywhere and everywhere. I just mean that sometimes I miss being able to go sit down at a theater like normal. It used to be one of my absolute favorite things to do. And now it’s just… Well now, anything in public around Seoul is a bit hard,” he looked off out the windshield. You both sat in silence for a few seconds.

“I’m sorry,” he began again, shaking his head. “I don’t want to sound ungrateful. It’s really not like that. I’m happy to have people that support me. I just wanted to take you on a proper, normal date is all, so I guess I’m just a bit frustrated.” He turned his face slightly toward you. “You did great though, and I’m glad you had fun,” his voice perked up.

You turned your body toward him so you could watch him as he drove. “You don’t have to be sorry. I’m serious. Your feelings are a hundred percent valid. I know it probably gets really overwhelming at times.” You leaned in slightly. “But between you and me, sometimes I’d rather just stay in too,” you simpered, trying to lighten the mood.

“Next time?” He lifted a brow to you, smiling.

“For sure. No more pictures of me in my bummy clothes,” you looked down at your big sweater.

“Well I think you look great in your bummy clothes… Plus, half of the pictures they take of me are in way worse.”

You sat for a moment, thinking. “Are you okay that they took pictures of us?”

“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I just don’t want you to get in trouble or feel like you have a scandal or something…”

Jungkook paused for a moment before proceeding, trying carefully to find his words. Slowly, as if deciphering how to speak for the first time, he continued. “Y/n, I really like you… I mean I really really like you. You’re the first person I’ve ever gone on a public date with. You’re the first person I’ve ever *wanted to go on a public date with. And I know that with that comes all the paparazzi and all the madness…” He paused again, contemplating. He stared straight ahead at the road as he continued to speak. “You may not feel the same, and that’s fine, but I want you to know that I’m really serious about you. I’m serious about seeing where this goes with you. So, yeah, maybe some people will have things to say, but that doesn’t matter to me. This is between me and you, not me and anyone else.”

You felt a hitch in your throat at hearing his words. You had a sweet, giggly crush on him for sure. But he… he was wholeheartedly in this. The conviction in his voice told you so. And he was so open and vulnerable about it. It was like he had no option but to let his thoughts flow out to you. You’d never had someone be this sincere. And it was absolutely the most endearing thing you’d ever experienced. You felt like any moment, your eyes could turn into big, dilated hearts, mirroring how you felt inside.

“I think I really like you too,” you said, settling your hand on top of his in your lap.

He let out a big, stupid grin that you couldn’t help but mirror.

On the rest of the drive back to your hotel, you talked about the movie, punching Jungkook lightly on the arm when he made fun of your “scared” face. You talked about the the showcase and how the group was getting along… Well really, whose feelings you’d hurt so far by being in charge of the choreography. You talked about Chan and how you’d been doing your best to ignore him.

You rubbed slow circles around the top of Jungkook’s hand as he confided in you about how he’d heard today that his grandmother wasn’t doing well. He told you all about how involved she was in helping raise him. How she was so good with animals, and even helped him in naming his dog, Bam. How he’d have to call her instead of text because she didn’t quite know how to check her messages. But that didn’t stop her from being great at selfies, he’d told you. You listened fondly as he recounted to you how amazing she was- like he needed someone to hear it and to understand what the world would be losing as she got worse. He needed someone, anyone, to know. And he chose you.

You both tried to end on a lighter note as he pulled up the the door of your hotel.

“Let me see you again soon? I know you’re busy… but I could use more nights like tonight,” he said humbly.

“As much as I can,” you smiled. “And, hey, uhm, I just remembered, but we’re allowed to invite people to come to the showcase to support us. If you’d want to come?” you asked, hopeful.

You watched JK’s eyes light up at the proposal before going contemplative, then solemn. “I don’t actually know that I can,” he said lowly, slightly avoiding eye contact. “… I’m supposed to have plans tomorrow is all. I’m really sorry. I wish I could,” he followed up.

“Oh no, that’s okay. I may have been rushing things a bit anyways,” you said, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“No!” he objected, picking up on your cues. “It’s not like that at all. Trust me, I’d love to be there with everyone else to support you. Next time, okay?” He reassured you with a smile.

“Next time,” you twinkled. You couldn’t help but to watch the way his mouth moved. The way it slowly turned up to reveal the most beautiful, brightest bunny teeth you’d ever seen. The way the light from the building bounced off of his piercings. He looked immaculate. Sculpted even.

In this moment, you just wished he would kiss you.

“As badly as I want to sit here and talk to you, I think Anna will kill me if I don’t have you back in that room in the next 5 minutes. I’ll help you get inside?” JK said more than asked, removing his hand from your lap and jumping out of the car. He came to your side, again opening your door for you to get out. He grabbed the blanket for you so you’d be able to maneuver more freely. He made sure to grab your hand again before walking you inside and off to the side corridor where the elevators were located. The hotel was quiet and still in the nighttime. You were thankful to have these final few moments of people before parting ways.

He pressed the button for you as you arrived at your destination, neither of you ready to say goodbye.

“Thank you again for tonight,” you said, turning your body to him fully. “It really was special. Even if I look bummy.”

“You do not look bummy,” he smirked as he leaned in to grab you by the waist. She whispered into you. “I think you look fucking perfect.”

You let your arms wrap around his back, pulling yourself into him tightly. You felt all of your worries melt away at his warm caress. “I think you look perfect too. You always do.”

Your heart began to pound rapidly, you were sure he could tell, as he ran his hands across the small of your back and leaned his face into yours. “You make it really hard to not kiss you,” he breathed out.

Your mind dazed, you spoke before you could even think. “Then do it.”

His mouth, pulling into a quick grin, slowly pulled down to your own, letting his lips graze yours slightly before making full contact. You couldn’t help but feel fireworks explode in your stomach as he moved one hand up to cup your jaw as he gently kissed you.

These weren’t hot, hungry, horny kisses. You’d had those. These were so much different- so much better. He kissed you so slowly, so sweetly, like he was savoring every second of it. Every inch that he moved into you, you surrendered gladly. He wanted to make sure he got to feel all of you.

You were too overcome with your craving for him to be able to stop. You didn’t care anymore. If anyone saw you, then so be it. All that mattered in this moment was him.

You felt Jungkook moan ever so lightly as he grabbed harder to your jaw, pulling you back slightly and letting out an exasperated sigh with a chuckle. He smiled, bringing his forehead down to press against yours as he brought your body in to press up against him . “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he beamed down at you.

“Ditto,” you smirked, running your fingers along his upper back.

Suddenly, you heard a *DING!

Your elevator was here.

Jungkook reluctantly pulled himself from you and slipped his hand into yours, guiding you into the elevator without him. “Let’s do this again sometime?” he flirted.

You pressed the button for your floor. “Hmm, I’ll think about it,” you teased.

Jungkook played fake hurt, putting a big pout on his face, eyes silently begging.

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll call you tomorrow, you big doofus.”

You saw Jungkook’s eyes turn sad as the elevator doors began to close. He backed up a little bit. “Miss you already,” he said, half joking.

“Miss you too,” you squeezed out as the doors pressed together. You weren’t joking.

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