#let's hope those sweatpants have pockets

[snowy-vee]

All Mine (2)

oblivious loser bsf! ellie williams x posesive popular bsf!fem reader

n/a: I've spent my whole day squishing my head to finishing it today, and here it is! Also I won't be uploading the pt.2 of Academic Rivals, because I prefer to leave it as a One-Shot but I have in mind another, much better, plot with the trope Enemies to Lovers with Ellie. Read the final note!!

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Ellie knocked on your door for the third time that morning. The first one was before her morning run, the second one was after that and the third was once she was done in the bathroom.

When she heard no answer, she went in and opened the curtains right away. “Get up, it’s the same every morning.”

You covered your face with the blankets to avoid the sun, saying, “Give me five more minutes,” but Ellie wouldn’t have it.

She got on the bed and shook you. “You have practice in an hour; I’m not letting you leave without breakfast, and then you’ll complain I didn’t wake you up,” she said. “Come on, get up.”

Sitting upright in bed, you let out a sigh, looked at the clock on the nightstand, and let out a moan. “Els, just give me five minutes.”

She shrugged and said, “Your call,” but before she could move, you grabbed her arm and drew her nearer to you.

“Lay down with me for those five minutes,” you requested, hugging her until you managed to lay her down beside you, even though she was fighting to break free. You didn’t want to let her go.

“Fine! Just five minutes, I’ll set the alarm, I have places to be,” she said, taking her phone out of her sweatpants pocket.

When she was done, you muttered, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, shut up,” and placed her phone on your bedside table. With a smile on your face, you raised the covers to allow Ellie to slide into them, encircling her waist with your arms and placing your head on her chest.

She was trying not to touch you with her free hand and you could hear how quickly her heart was beating, as if it was your first time sharing a bed. “You can give me a hug too,” you muttered.

With a clear throat, she said, “If that’s what you want.”

You appreciated that she was a little flustered, even if you couldn’t see her face. It was something you truly enjoyed doing to her.

She relaxed and soon fell asleep. Your plan was to sleep too, but you were thinking about where she had to go when her classes didn’t start until 2 p.m. You turned around slowly and grabbed her phone, unlocking it.

¡Ding!

The notification startled you for a moment, almost making you scream. You quickly checked if Ellie woke up because of the sound, but she was asleep.

“You have to be kidding me,” you whispered, reading the notification from the panel.

Dina (Campus) : I’ll see you in an hour then! I truly want to try those croissants you’ve been talking about, and I also wan…

Rolling your eyes was the least you could do. You shook your head, going to the alarm and deactivating it. Dina was a big girl; she could eat those croissants alone. You hoped she choked on them.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The sound of the TV, the microwave, and your humming was enough to wake her up. She yawned and stretched out, all calm until she saw how late it was.

“Fuck!” Ellie said getting up from the bed and grabbing her phone “No,no,no…”

You were scrolling on your phone, having breakfast, hearing how she was going side to side. From the bathroom to her bedroom and vice versa until she came to the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you woke me up? I told you I had places to be!” she walked past you to the entrance to put her white sneakers on.

“Good Morning to you too” you said sarcastically “I thought it was your classes where you had to go, it’s 1 p.m, you still have time”

Ellie shook her head “No, it was something else! What are you doing here, tho? Shouldn’t you be at practice?”

“I woke up like 30 minutes before you, so” you shrugged “You’re not going to drive me to campus today?”

“Uh…” She was roaming through her backpack making sure she had everything “I can’t today, sorry but here, call an Uber”

She left some money on the table beside your plate before stealing on of your toasts “Bye, see you later!”

“She is joking, right?” you thought picking up the money. “Seriously, Ellie?!”

You yelled from the balcony, seeing Ellie running to her car

“Sorry, no time!” She yelled back getting into her car with her mouth full of the toast.

The thing is, Ellie was in a hurry. She had arranged to meet up with Dina for breakfast before class at a café she had suggested herself, and on top of that, she had overslept.

She started the car and began to drive. When she reached a red traffic light, she took the opportunity to call Dina, who answered almost immediately as if she had been waiting for her. She sounded a bit annoyed; after all, she had been waiting for her for a long time. But she understood that Ellie had overslept. She suggested they meet at the entrance of the building where they had their only class together.

Obviously, Ellie agreed, but she couldn’t go empty-handed. So, as soon as she arrived on campus, she went to the cafeteria, ordered two coffees, and some cookies that Dina had mentioned she liked yesterday.

“Ellie, you didn’t need to buy breakfast,” the dark-haired girl said, trying to hide her big smile. She grabbed the bag and chuckled softly, looking at the cookies. “Wow, you sure know how to apologize.”

“Sorry, again, for standing you up. It wasn’t my intention.”

“It’s okay. Next time, I’ll come pick you up at your place.”

Next time? That meant Dina wanted to keep meeting up. Ellie nodded energetically. By the time class started, they had finished breakfast, talked about different things, sat together, and also had small conversations during class.

“That’s all for today. Remember, we start presentations in two weeks. Goodbye,” the professor said, collecting his briefcase and leaving the classroom.

“Well, on Tuesday, I’ll pick you up, and we’ll go to a café to finish it?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Ellie said, gathering her things. “See you tonight at the party?”

“Yes, but aren’t you going to the parking lot?” Dina asked, watching as Ellie walked in the opposite direction.

“No, I have one more class, and then I’m meeting a friend.”

Dina nodded, waving goodbye. Ellie didn’t have another class, but she usually waited for her outside hers to go eat together. She had no idea why she had said that.

Your building wasn’t far from hers, so in less than 20 minutes, she arrived. She went up to the second floor and could see people coming out of your class, and finally you, but behind you was Abby Anderson. Ellie saw how she grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the others. It seemed like you were arguing about something until you pushed her aside and quickly walked to the stairs.

“Ellie? I didn’t think you were going to come pick me up today. Never mind, let’s go!” you said, intertwining your arms, almost dragging her to get out of there quickly. “I think they’re serving carbonara pasta in the dining hall today. You love pasta, right? How great that it’s on the menu today.”

Ellie nodded, frowning as she glanced at Abby once more before leaving. She would ask you about it later…

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

“I don’t like it, I’ll just wear something else,” Ellie said, entering your room for the third time with a different outfit than before. You rolled your eyes at her. “Ellie, I’m going to hit you if you don’t decide,” you said, watching her with frustration as she seemed unable to choose her clothes for the party. “Who do you want to look so good for?”

“No one. Could you help me instead of judging?” she replied, tossing the shirt she was taking off towards you. You dodged it, laughing, before throwing it back at her.

“Cargo pants and a black top, good combo, simple and it looks great on you,” you suggested. A few minutes later, she came back into your room wearing the suggested outfit. “See? I never fail,” you said with a grin.

“Fine,” she said, sitting on your bed as she watched you apply makeup. You were wearing a brown top tied at the top with a bow and a denim mini skirt. Ellie couldn’t help but admire your body, especially your legs, and you could see her doing so in the mirror. With a smile, you turned to her, and her gaze shot up to your face.

“Let me do your makeup,” you said.

“Why?” she narrowed her eyes and shook her head as she watched you approach with a playful smile. “Okay, but only the eyeliner.”

“Kay. Close your eyes,” you requested, opening the black eyeliner as you positioned yourself between her legs. “I’m going to sit on you.”

“Is that necessary?” Ellie asked, opening her eyes slightly, to which you nodded.

“I’m not comfortable, and if I’m not comfortable, it won’t turn out well,” you said, sitting on her and starting to apply the makeup. The only sounds in the room were your breaths and the low music from the speaker. “So… where did you have to go early this morning?”

“I had something important,” Ellie said, almost stuttering. She didn’t expect you to ask anything, but why wasn’t she telling you the truth? Why did she feel weird mentioning that she had plans with Dina?

“Ah, really?” you responded vaguely, clicking your tongue.

“Yeah… And what were you talking about with Abby?”

“Something important,” you shrugged. “There, it’s done, open your eyes.”

Ellie opened them, blinking a bit, smiling sideways. “Does it look good on me?”

You nodded, still on top of her. You grabbed her cheeks and squeezed gently, making her lips press together, and asked, making eye contact with her, “Is it for Dina that you’re getting all dressed up?”

“Maybe”

“Are you planning to kiss her tonight?”

“Maybe?” Ellie was confused about where these questions were coming from and at the same time thinking about how well you knew her. Perhaps she shouldn’t have ‘hidden’ her meeting with Dina from you in the morning…

“When was your last kiss? Like four years ago, right? Wow, you’re rusty,” you teased.

“Well, let’s not exaggerate,” she replied, her cheeks turning pink, not only from your grip that was tightening more and more but also from the image that crossed her mind of kissing Dina.

“Do you want to practice?”

“I mean… I don’t want her to think that I don’t know how to kiss. I know how to; I’ve kissed a lot of girls.”

“You only kissed two girls: me, for your first kiss and your ex-girlfriend, Cat. The little kisses at some parties while playing ‘spin the bottle’ don’t count.”

“Well, they should because I kissed plenty of girls,” Ellie mumbled.

“Decide before I change my mind or suit yourself,” you said, finally releasing her.

Ellie bit her cheek from the inside before nodding. “Okay, let’s practice.”

You did not wait to join your lips to hers, starting a slow kiss with a slow peace. Your arms were resting on her shoulders, bringing her closer to you, and your hands were starting to play with her hair. You wanted to explore Ellie’s mouth; you needed to feel her.

The kiss became deeper, and you buried yourselves more into each other’s mouths eagerly, feeling your lips closer as if there was a need that must be fulfilled. Soon Ellie’s tongue found yours, and they intertwined, making you moan in the midst of the kiss.

That made Ellie press her hands that were on your thighs; she had liked that sound a bit too much. Slowly she began to slide her hands upward until she touched the hem of your skirt, which was hiked up due to the position you were in.

Your breaths became more ragged as the rythm of the kiss quickened, and you wanted to continue, but no. If you didn’t stop, Ellie wouldn’t learn, she wouldn’t learn that only you could kiss her like that, you had to keep her yearning for more of you.

So you had to cut it off and watch as Ellie tried to reconnect your lips; it was so satisfying, you had to stop her gently, “Wow, Els, calm down, this is practice,” you said in a joking tone, getting off her, patting her knee to get her attention. She was still lying on the bed with an embarrassed expression on her face. “There’s a party we have to attend, come on.”

You grabbed your minibag and left your room to the front door, and Ellie did nothing but get up and follow you, not without first processing what had just happened a few seconds ago.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Ellie opened the passenger door once you arrived so that you could get out of the car.

She had to park a bit far from the house, but from there, you could hear the music and there were already drunk people in the street as you walked towards the entrance. You walked with your arms intertwined as you told Ellie the most recent gossip you had heard in the locker room or that you had been told, and Ellie listened, reacting when she could put faces to the names.

“He said that it was Sarah’s underwear, and Sarah denied it, saying that she was not ghetto and that she would never wear that. Imagine who snapped? April!”

“The church girl with brown hair?”

“Yeah, that one! It was so messy because the previous day she was preaching about how she was going to see the pearly gates since she was one of the last ‘pure’ girls on the team.”

“No way!”

“Yes, way! She’s so dumb, I hate her and more with the fa-”

“Hi, Ellie.”

Oh, you were going to kill this bitch. Dina was sitting on the porch of the house with a glass in her hand; she had probably been there for a short time. She looked at Ellie with a wide smile that decreased when she looked at you.

“I’ll see you inside,” you said, letting go of Ellie and passing by Dina without saying anything. Once inside, you joined your group of friends who were already quite drunk; they all greeted you, some with mini hugs or two kisses before giving you a glass full of rum and cola, more rum than cola. “You all know me better than I know myself.”

“Of course we do, silly, we love you.” You let yourself fall into the couch, tasting the drink, when your eyes diverted to see Ellie and Dina finally entering the party, giggling and whispering in each other’s ears because of how loud the music was.

“I love you too, April!” You smiled in her direction, drank all the liquid in your cup in one go, and handed it to her. “Be a doll and refill this.”

April looked at the rest of the girls and then at you, grabbing it. “Slow down, we don’t want you to repeat the Anderson accident again.”

The ginger girl beside April pushed her slightly, looking at you with her eyes wide open and laughing awkwardly. “She doesn’t mean that.”

Your eye twitched looking at April go refill your drink; you were going to brush it off for now because you had better enemies to fight than her. You had a whole plan on how to snatch Ellie away from Dina, but it hadn’t been formulated clearly, and you didn’t like to act on impulse. Anyway, you were at a party, and you were going to enjoy it.

By the time it was 3 a.m., you were already dancing on the table and shouting the lyrics of the songs you knew, swaying your hips against whoever. You stepped aside for a moment, saying that you were going for another drink, jumping off the table almost falling to the floor, but you could only laugh; everything was funny to you at that moment, and you wasn’t even that drunk! You had high tolerance, only your tongue was kind of asleep and you were stumbling from time to time but you loved to play silly and pretend to be more gone then you really were.

You reached the kitchen, looking for a new glass in the cabinets because you had no idea where you had thrown yours, when you found one, you began to decide what liquor to drink with eeny, meeny, miny, moe, before someone took away the glass and took you somewhere no matter how much you protested. The other person had a strong grip, and no matter how vaguely you were saying to let you go, they didn’t.

“I can’t believe you have me added as Dina (Campus), how lame, I’m going to change it,” Dina said, changing her contact name, but Ellie, who had seen the situation, was not paying attention.

“As you wish,” Ellie murmured, watching you disappear to the second floor; that didn’t sit well with her.

“Done!” Dina smiled, returning the phone to its owner, but Ellie’s gaze seemed worried. “What’s wrong?”

“Wait for me here, yeah? I’ll be back,” Ellie said, grabbing her phone and following where she last saw you.

She went upstairs dodging some drunk people and the long wait line to enter the bathroom, trying to see if you were in any of them, walking in the hallway close to the door to see if she could hear your voice in any of them until one door abruptly opened and you came out of it with teary eyes but laughing. (What happened in the room?)

“Are you okay?” She asked. Hearing her voice surprised you.

“How long have you been there?” Depending on her answer, you had two reactions.

“I just got here, I was searching for you.”

There it was! The cherry on top of your plan. You hugged Ellie and started slowly sobbing, whispering in her ear, “I want to go home now, please…”

“Hey, what happened? what’s wrong?” Ellie asked, breaking the hug to look at you and wipe your tears with her thumbs. “Let’s go.”

She held your hand and walked to the stairs, turning her head for a moment to look at you once more, and her eyes saw the other person who was in the room with you. Abby Anderson.

Had she made you cry? She was lucky that Ellie was more concerned about getting you out of the party than beating her up.

“Wait, Ellie, my bag is in the living room with the team,” you said before she went outside.

“Oh, okay, wait here, I’ll get it for you then.” You nodded and waited until you couldn’t see her to fucking smile because of your victory.

“Hey,” a touch on your shoulder made you come out of your little mental dance, “Have you seen Ellie? She went somewhere around 15 minutes ago, and I can’t find her.”

Of course it was Dina…

“She doesn’t feel well, must be something she ate before.”

“You sure? Should I take her to the hospital?”

“No worries, we are going now, but here, money for an Uber,” you said, taking some money out of your pocket.

The same money Ellie gave you this morning. You were giving it to her, and for you, it felt so good as you patted her shoulder and sighed with a little smirk.

Dina thought you were calling her poor and mumbled a “fuck you” before dropping the money on the floor and leaving you there just in time for Ellie to come back with your bag.

“Sorry, there were a lot of people in the way,” she handed the bag to you, “Whose money is that?”

“Yours,” you grabbed the bag and started walking out. Ellie frowned, confused, but still picked up the money; it was free money, and everybody was too drunk to miss some dollars. She felt as if she was forgetting to do something before leaving. “Els!”

“Coming!” Whatever, maybe tomorrow she’ll remember; now she had to assist her best friend and be there for her as she always did… like a loyal puppy, a cute and precious one of your property.

Note: I will upload Pt.3 once this chapter and the first one reach 250 so I have time to write and to know that you all like it and want more ty♡♡

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[thoughtsforsoob]

txt - how they propose

a/n: I got inspo to write this when dates dropped for the tour! i am not officialy in posession of a pre-sale code and im hoping to get some good tickets!! i will come back with an update (LA moa's lets talk :) anyways, please enjoy! this piece was meant to be really sweet and even silly at times so please let me know what you think of it! as always, inbox is open.

yeonjun

at a fancy dinner

yeonjun is really excited when it comes to fancy, romantic outings but this one was going to be the best one of all. Of course, that’s because of his proposal plans. He is definitely the kind of guy that sort of spoils it or gives hints because he tells you to go out and get your nails, hair, etc… done. especially emphasizes getting your nails done. He covers it up by saying he loves seeing you all pretty and pampered but deep down, you sort of know what he’s hinting at. Anyways, moving on to dinner. He takes you to a fancy new restaurant that just opened in the city. It was on the top floor of some fancy building. There was a view of the city from where you both were seated at a small booth. He was sitting right next to you and talking your ear off about the day he’d had at work. He didn;t even drink, opting to let you order a drink so he can drive home. He buys you whatever you want to eat and watches you enjoy your food with those adorable, lovesick eyes. You whine at him to stop watching you but he says he can’t help but watch the love of his life. Eventually, he takes you out onto the patio of this restaurant and it was pretty empty since there were only a few more couples around. He takes in the view with you and asks you to take a cute video with him. He sets up his phone at a good angle and presses the record. He goes back to you and kisses your cheek. He takes your distraction as an opportunity to pull the ring out of his pants pocket and when he pulls away, he gets down on one knee and proposes. “Will you do me the biggest favor ever and be my Mrs. Choi?” 

soobin 

at home

Soobin was never one for big romantic gestures and he was happy that you were okay with it. His ideal date was at home, snuggled up on the couch or in a pillow fort, watching movies or playing video games together. sure, he did take you on little outings once in a while but he preferred staying home. When it came to his proposal plans, his logic was to stay home, plan and cook a little dinner and use all the extra money to buy you the prettiest ring he could find. He loved the whole ring shopping process “i know this probably isn't from some of the members. anyways, he tells you of his date plans for the night and you were into it. He tells you to dress normally with one of his hoodies and your favorite sweatpants or leggings (soobin loves your legs in leggings btw. he said so). you come in and he is dressed relaxed as well in those gray sweats you liked and a t-shirt you gave him as part of his birthday gift. He serves your dinners and then he takes you to his bed, getting comfortable together. after one episode of that new anime the both of you had started, he turns over to get something from his nightstand. he shuffles to sit on his knees and reveals the box to you, opening it shortly after. "i know this probably isn't the best proposal but we’ve had such a nice night. I love spending time at home with you. can we be homebodies together, forever?'' You nod and hug him super tight and he returns the hog. He gives you a sweet kiss after putting the ring on your finger and you two go back to watching your show and cuddling.

beomgyu

theme / amusement park

This man is so cute when it comes to a proposal. Let’s just say for the sake of this story that he takes you on an LA trip and you both have a knotts berry farm day! You two decided to skip out on disney because you two have already been together on a previous trip. You both also really wanted to see all of the snoopy memorabilia. You both have an amazing day getting on rides, drinking boysenberry juice and talking to each other the whole time. He loves seeing you so happy so he never says no to you not once that whole day. He lets you drag him to all of the performances happening at the park and even lets you take a picture of him with Snoopy, making finger guns at one another. As the day starts to wind down, you both decided to go souvenir shopping. Huening specifically requested a snoopy t-shirt so you both went to find him one. Beomgyu asks you to pick the t-shirt and he stays behind to find a snoopy plush to include in his proposal. He finds one and pays for it, as well as the requested souvenir you picked. He takes you back out to the park and you both take a seat to rest for a while before leaving the park. You take out your phone and dont notice when he turns around. He takes the plush out of the store bag and the ring out of his bag. He puts it in the plushies hand and turns back around. He taps your shoulder and you are met with a snoopy with an engagement ring in his hand. “Will you marry me, pretty lady?” he says in a high pitched voice and you gasp so loud that people turn around to look. You are absolutely red but you nod and beomgyu makes the plush put the ring on your finger. You call him a dork but he doesn't mind. He's your dork, forever. 

taehyun

at the beach

you and taehyun went to the beach often. it was always so quiet, especially when you two visited at night. These outings were frequent, especially when you both went to travel somewhere different. In this case though, you were both home in Korean. Taehyun was on a small break during the summer time before their next tour and he decided that now was as good as ever to propose. He drove the both of you to your favorite beach at around 8pm. On the way there, you both made stops to get dinner and then to pick up some snacks to enjoy while hanging out at the beach. Once you both get there, Taehyun sets up your beach blanket and you both sit down, starting to snack on some grapes. Taehyun took about 30 minutes before he decided to ask you. He scoots close to you and pulls the little box out of his bag. you give him a confused look and he opens it, looking at your shocked reaction. He wanted to give a whole speech but his words got stuck in his throat when he saw your reaction. you say yes to him and he hugs you, slipping the ring on after.

huening kai

in your hometown / family dinner

I think kai is really big when it comes to family so having your family present for such a big event was important for him. Not only that, it was also really important for him to get along with your family and have their approval. So, during this trip to your hometown over a winter break, he sends you off to go shopping with your close cousin/sibling. He takes this opportunity to gather the rest of your family and ask for their approval to propose to you and of course they say yes! They even help him plan a whole thing. They were excited to see that he loved you a lot and cared enough to ask for their opinions and approval. This especially swayed your parents, who came up to him after and had a little chat with him about what they’d do if he ever hurt you. Moving on….you come back home from shopping and you show kai all your finds! Later on that night, your family is all gathered together in the backyard around a bonfire, having drinks and chatting. After a little while, your family gives kai strange looks and you’re sitting there absolutely confused. Kai looked over at you and smiled, “hey baby. I wanna ask you something. Will you do me a big honor and marry me?” he pulls out the ring and as soon as you say yes, he slips it on your finger and everyone cheers!

#txt imagines #txt fluff #txt headcanons #txt x reader #txt reactions #txt texts #beomgyu x reader #soobin x reader #huening kai x reader #yeonjun x reader #taehyun x reader #tomorrow x together #txt smau #txt post #txt

[wilbursprincess]

“You’re Mine, and I Own You”

Simpbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Oral sex (F & M recieving), Dom!Simpbur, Sub!Reader, reader is a bit of a brat, edging (if you squint), fingering

Hi 😅 I pulled this fic out my ass and hope it’s not too bad for my first post I’ve written myself! I really liked the idea of writing a bratty reader (definitely not based off myself) and now you have this fic. Enjoy the first time Simpbur has ever been dominant.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!!!

I’m woken up from my dozing on the sofa to my phone buzzing in the pocket of my hoodie. Through eyes blurry from sleep, I see some messages from Wilbur, who, last I saw, was in our bedroom.

Will: hey

Will: you should definitely wake up

Will: bc look what i woke up with

Will: Attachment: 1 Video

I open what looks like an innocent video, the thumbnail black, expecting to see one of our cats curled against his shoulder or his bedhead. However, it’s far from innocent.

The video opens with Wilbur’s body from the stomach down under our duvet, and he reaches down to pull the covers off. He’s rock hard through his sweats, reaching down to palm at himself through the fabric, and the sight makes me press my thighs together.

Will: if you don’t wake up soon

Will: then i’ll have to take matters into my own hands

Will: Attachment: 1 Video

I almost drop my phone in my hurry to open the second video, groaning out loud as I watch Wilbur pull his waistband down just enough to get his cock out. Slowly, he strokes up and down his shaft, letting out a tiny moan as his thumb twists over the tip.

My phone clatters to the floor as I leap off the couch, sprinting down the hallway and flinging open the bedroom door. Wilbur’s tucking himself back into his sweats as I enter, giving me a knowing grin.

“All it takes to wake you up is my rock-hard cock, huh?” He says smugly, folding his arms over his bare chest. “Should’ve known better than to fall asleep in grey sweatpants-”

Wilbur cuts himself off as I climb onto his lap, oversized shirt I stole from him falling off my shoulder and panty-covered pussy sat directly on his boner. We groan in unison, sloppy kisses on each other’s mouths as I slowly rub myself along his clothed shaft.

“Take your panties off,” he murmurs between heated kisses. “Want you in nothing but my t-shirt.”

I oblige.

“Good girl,” Wilbur coos, running his fingers through my drenched folds. “All bare and pretty, just for me.”

Two fingers slide inside me, curling to hit the perfect spot, with his thumb roughly rubbing on my clit. I cry out, burying my face in his shoulder, pleasure so intense that starts practically swirl in my vision.

“Gonna come for me, princess?” Wilbur teases, swirling around my clit and speeding up his fingers. “Got you all worked up just from seeing my cock?”

I nod.

“Words, darling.”

“Yes, Will-” I manage, cutting off with a gasp. “I’m- I’m gonna-”

He softly snickers. “You’re gonna cum, huh? Gonna make a mess out of my fingers and pretend they’re my cock?”

The familiar feeling builds in my core, pleasure tightening and swirling, and just as the climax is about to rip through me, Wilbur stops.

“Will!”

“You really thought I was going to let you cum before me, darling?” He says, smooth voice lit with a teasing note. “On your knees and wrap those pretty lips around my cock for me?”

With a voice like his, I’d do anything.

The hard wooden floor stings my knees as I drop down, looking up at Wilbur to see him licking my arousal off his fingers. Reaching into his sweats, I tug his cock out and give the tip a few kitten-licks, salty pre-cum shining on my lips.

“Open your mouth.”

I blink up at him with expectant eyes, mouth open and waiting. Wilbur taps his cock on my tongue a few times before grabbing a fistful of my hair, gently guiding my head down to take his length into my mouth.

“You know what to do, darling.”

Eagerly, I start to bob my head, letting him slide his way deeper into my throat. When he’s as deep as I can take him, I really get to work, stroking where my mouth can’t reach as my tongue drags lazily up and down his cock.

Wilbur groans, eyes softly closed and head tilted back. “So good, baby,” he murmurs, caressing my cheek as he praises me. “Such a good girl for me.”

I pull back to give my jaw a rest for a moment, gently circling the very tip with my thumb while the other hand keeps giving him long, slow strokes.

“Tell me you’re mine, and I own you,” Wilbur teases, a smirk lighting up his face.

I give him my best bratty grin. “You’re mine, and I own you.”

“I should’ve remembered how bratty you can get,” he says, narrowing his eyes playfully. “Can’t talk back when you’ve got your mouth stuffed full of my cock, can you?”

I open my mouth to reply, but before I can, Wilbur forces his length back into my mouth, stopping just before I gag. “That’s better,” he murmurs, clearly pleased with himself. “Back to work for me.”

As much as I love being under the covers with him, there’s something otherworldly about Wilbur loosing his dominant side the closer and closer he gets to cumming. His hands clenched into shaky fists, swallowed moans and feeling him resist thrusting into my mouth is something I’ll never get sick of.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasps, cock twitching on my tongue. Wilbur’s hips jump up, and he almost whimpers when I take him even deeper. “I’m so close.”

I don’t let up my pace one bit as he pushes into his orgasm, not bothering to stop the moans dripping from his mouth as he spills down my throat. He tugs me off his cock with a fistful of my hair, both of us panting and sweaty.

“Get on the bed,” Wilbur pants with a nod of his head as he tucks himself back into his pants. “Need my face buried in that dripping pussy.”

It’s his turn to kneel on the floor, half-hard cock pressing at his sweats as he presses kisses onto my inner thighs, giving me one long, slow lick right up my slit. My hands grasp his slightly damp curls and tug, urging him silently to keep going.

After my ruined climax earlier, every tiny lick or touch from him feels like pure escasty. My legs are tossed over Wilbur’s shoulders, day-old stubble scratching at the soft skin.

For the second time that day, my orgasm builds up, and I’m crying out his name as I expect to be pushed over into my blissful release. But he stops. Again.

“Will!” I groan, trying to grind onto his tongue, still chasing my high. “Why?”

He gives my clit the tiniest lick, and I almost scream. “Don’t you remember being bratty to me earlier? That’s what you get.” Just to rub it in further, another tiny lick. “You have to remember you’re mine.”

I’m in for a long night.

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[dollfaceksj]

THE SEXYAL TENSION U CANT CUT US OFF LIKE THAT WE NEED 10

u ask for drabble #10 and i shall deliver

warnings: teasing, tension, fuckboy!jk back in action, dilemma

have fun and all i’m gonna say is… THINK.

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #10

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u jog up to the rest and swing the bag of snacks back and forth in their faces

“look what jungkook got us!” you beam, opening up the bag to show what’s inside

hyunjoo and isabella are just as excited as you, seokjin is just digging into the bag and yoongi is trying not to care

“good taste,” isabella quietly says to hyunjoo as she nudges her hip with her own

😀😀😀😀

inside joke?

she said it so quietly that you’re sure you weren’t supposed to hear that

you watch as hyunjoo starts blushing and she hides her face behind her hands whilst telling isabella to knock it off

….

alright then…. moving on?

“y’all are just in time for dinner, tae and jimin already set the table.” yoongi is the rational one as he keeps you up to date with what happened when y’all were gone

at least SOMEONE that actually thinks about you

he’s so :(( <333

you smile at him and just as you’re about to ask if you can have a talk with him, you hear the drop of water bottles hit the ground behind you

oop

hello

you turn to look over your shoulder and jungkook is right behind you, staring you down

eyes so black you’re convinced you’re staring down two bottomless pits. just an abyss

he looks

annoyed

“oh, thanks jungkook!” seokjin yells as he runs up to the packs of water and takes a few out to keep them in the coolbox. “you too, y/n!”

jungkook doesn’t respond and neither do you

but before you can get back to what you were doing

he wraps his hand around your bicep and pulls you with him a few meters, creating enough distance between the others and you to make sure no one hears

oh gosh

oh no

cue squidward voice

oh no he’s hot

oh ur gonna fold

ur gonna fold

ur gonna FOLD

jungkook starts, “i hope you know this means we’re even.”

you blink at him a couple times. “meaning?”

he lets go of your arm. “meaning it’s gonna go back to the way it was.”

ha

right right

???

you cross your arms over your chest, mischief glinting in your eyes as you glare up at him. “i don’t know, i liked it when you were all pathetic and needy, those eyes of yours just pleading and begging at my mercy.”

he narrows his eyes at you for a split second and then chuckles,,,,

he CHUCKLES

Yeah… he wasn’t kidding when he said it’s gonna go back to the way it was

cause you’re starting to feel smaller and smaller by the second

“speaking of,” he begins, completely disregarding your comment. “shouldn’t you apologize to me too?”

you frown. “and why the fuck should i?”

he laughs, shoulders bouncing as he LAUGHS in YOUR FACE. “i know you’re older than me but don’t pretend like you’re losing your memories. you said some hurtful things to me too.”

older than me

why

did he have

to remind you

for FUCKS sake wow

why did he kinda gag you😭

your lips twitch and you grit your teeth together trying to come up with a response.

“no comment? shall i remind you, then?” he starts, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants

you’re not gonna let him assert his dominance. “oh, do enlighten me.”

“good for nothing, narcissist, fucking loser, gross, nothing but a fuckboy,” he lists

damn that shit was weighing down on his mindddd

he listed that so fast. like he’d memorized it

you shrug your shoulders. “alright then, i apologize for those things.”

he squints his eyes at you again, already anticipating something mischievous from you

and he’s goddamn right

“but you are a fuckboy. i’m not apologizing for calling you that.”

there it is

he takes a step forward, closing whatever gap was between the two of you

“stop calling me a fuckboy.” his brows are furrowed and his breath fans over your face

“or what?” you retort with all the defiance you can muster

oof

this is

getting intense

cause why do you feel the back of your neck heating up….

he tilts his head slightly as he continues to stare you down. “if i really was a fuckboy, i’d have fucked you already.”

WOOP WOOP THATS THE SOUND OF DA POLICE

HUH

wait

okay

lets calm down

lets not let him get to you like before

you snort, “and you want me to apologize for calling you a narcissist?”

“saying that doesn’t make me a narcissist.” he looks around for a moment, head turned to the side

the side of his face that you smacked back in that club LMAOOO

your eyes instantly trace his jawline, his lips, the column of his throat, the adam’s apple bobbing up and down whenever he speaks or swallows

he’s so fucking fine…

“but if me thinking i’m the fucking best at what i do makes me one, then i’ll take it.” he turns his head again, facing you fully as his eyes shift back to yours

best at what i do

????

what is he…

is he referring

to

is he referring to fucking people?

don’t embarrass yourself.

ask for clarification.

your frown deepens. “what do you mean?”

he stares at you for what seems like ages, an unreadable expression on his face

his eyes drop down to your lips for a moment before they shift back up to make eye contact with you

then, a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips for a few seconds before disappearing. “i think you know what i mean.” he nonchalantly takes his phone out of his pocket and glances at the time

does he know

you were thinking about …

him … having sex …

jesus girl stop being embarrassing 😭

he says, “now let’s go have dinner.”

and with that, he walks away

hm

okay…

nicely done

you know, before you didn’t know how to handle him

but now… now you know exactly how to play his game

you’ll take the bait

during dinner, you’re seated in between yoongi and tae and right across from you

is that FUCKER again

ugh life is just taunting you atp….

you’re all just sitting around, empty plates with food remnants on them and paper cups filled with water

“we should play never have i ever or truth or drink!” tae beams

hoseok replies, “we don’t have any alcohol.”

“so? we can just do it with water!” tae suggests and everyone’s just glancing at each other

“fuck it, why not?” yoongi says as he pours water into your cup without you asking

yoongi is such a gentleman… wow.

fighting every urge not to drop onto your knees and give him the filthiest, sloppiest blowjob of his life

you’re looking around and it seems like everyone is starting to like the idea of a game

“never have i ever gotten high,” tae starts and immediately reaches for his own cup

you watch as joon, yoongi, tae and jimin drink

well… whatever is revealed on the camping trip, stays here

you sheepishly reach for your own cup and take a sip

everyone starts laughing, asking you when and why but you quickly dismiss them with a wave of your hand

“okay, never have i ever masturbated more than 3 times a day,” jimin says

DAMN? going straight for the inappropriate asks

and you watch as seokjin, hoseok and joon reach for their cups

more than 3 times should be illegal…

put these BEASTS behind bars

IMMEDIATELY!!

but then

hyunjoo raises her cup to her lips too

wow??? shes been so quiet and shy

like don’t judge a book by it’s cover but you’d have never expected it from her😭😭

not that she masturbates a lot… but that she’d admit it like this 😭

props to her

everyone roars at the revelation and shes just hiding her burning face

you laugh at the scene in front of you and shake your head, they’re so ridiculous

“i have one,” hoseok starts, making everyone turn to him

hoseok is known as the guy that always asks ridiculous things that no one can drink to

“never have i ever had sex with someone that’s sitting at this table.”

see? ridiculous.

like how would–

wait

why are hyunjoo and isabella giggling as they reach for their cup :)

and why is jungkook raising the cup to his lips :)

this

uhhhh

wow

😂😂😂😂😂😂

yeah let’s not act crazy rn

so

this means they either had a threesome or he fucked both one on one

you don’t like either outcome

wait

what are you even saying?

jungkook can do whatever the fuck he wants

like literally why the fuck do you care

everyone’s laughing and asking stuff but jungkook and the girls are staying quiet and shaking their head while laughing

okay well at least they’re having a good time😂😂😂😂😂

😐

smilin’ but it ain’t funny. smilin’ but it ain’t funny.

you should have known these two random ass girls have had sex with that fuckboy

community dick

hm

college community dick

yeah

college community cock?

CCC

LMFAOOOO

yeah. new nickname alert.

you glance at jungkook but he’s not looking at you, no, he’s glancing at the two giggling girls at the end of the table with a small smile on his lips

and you don’t like it one bit

“moving on,” you interrupt, “never have i ever been brutally rejected.”

everyone turns to look at you. “brutally?” joon echoes

“yeah like, with a slap to the face or something.”

they all go “ahhh” but they shake their heads, implying that has never happened before

you stare jungkook down and he’s staring back. you watch as the realization sets on his face and that he has to be the only one that has to drink to this particular scenario

he wanted you to take his bait, right?

his eyes glimmer with something you can’t quite put your finger on but he picks up his cup nonetheless and drinks, being the only one at the table who does so

right right

let’s see if he’s still up to play games with you

everyone laughs at the fact jungkook had gotten slapped before and he nods with a smile, allowing them to laugh at him

“my turn,” he starts and then his eyes land on you again. “never have i ever thrown my good friend under the bus by lying to save my own ass for something insignificant.”

record scratch

ohfuck

IS HE

Oh no

WHY WOULD HE DO THIS

everyone looks around. “ohhh good one, that’s so messed up,” jimin laughs as he slaps jungkook’s shoulder

fuck

fuck

FUCK

no one’s drinking

oh you’re gonna look like a shit fucking friend

you scratch the back of your head as you slowly reach for the cup and take a sip

everyone at the table is now focused on you

“y/n! it better not have been me!” tae yells as he pokes your sides which almost makes you spill water over yourself

you grumble, “no, of course not.” you put your cup back down and glance up at jungkook, who is sitting right across from you, still fucking looking at you

hands against the bench he’s sitting on, on each side of his hips as he leans on them, head tilted back and staring you down with the most shit-eating fucking grin

you need to slap that right off his pretty face

JERK

the games continue and whenever it comes back to you or jungkook, it’s just underhanded jabs between you two that thankfully no one else seems to notice

it’s past 11pm now and it’s time to go to sleep so you slowly rise to your feet

you and jungkook were kinda the only ones without a task aside from picking up water so you were assigned to clean up with him

he told you to wait for him while he goes to pee

but ur not gonna wait for him so you gather the plates of everyone, watching as yoongi suddenly appears next to you to help you out

“you prepared the food, you don’t have to clean up.” you remind him of the delicious food he helped preparing for you

like yoongi is such a good cook yo😭😭

he shakes his head. “i want to.”

you smile and continue to gather plates and cups

ugh and you’re moments away from getting into a tent with jeon jung fucking kook

like just being that close to him for that long has got to be some kind of divine punishment

wait

you’re such a fucking bitch

this man is being so fucking sweet, cleaning up with you when he literally doesn’t have to and you’re thinking about some random fuckboy?

enough.

it’s time to set the record straight before shit gets out of hand

you need to make a choice

and you need to choose wisely

“yoongi?” you call out to him, watching as he swiftly turns to you, responding with a soft ‘hm?’

“can we talk?” you quietly ask as you place the plates back down on the table and walk up to him

“of course.” he says, reaching out to adjust the earring in your earlobe. “what’s bothering that pretty head of yours?”

fuck

his hands are so soft

wow

get real

you need to be serious

calm down

you can do this

CHOOSE WISELY

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[kuroosdarling]

STORMY NIGHTS — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. roomie!mattsun !

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. fem. reader, unprotected sex, praise, minimal prep tbh, oral (f!receiving), fingering, slight cervix fucking, creampie, light dose of aftercare — WC : 2.6k

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : after you and matsukawa started your roommates with benefits situation, the two of you have been taking full advantage of it. but tonight, it’s a little different. as the storm rages on outside, you’re doing everything in your power to keep the one inside you at bay. at this point, it’s hard to say whether the thunderstorm or your ever growing feelings for matsukawa are scarier.

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : im insane for this man atp. roommate mattsun lives in my mind rent free sigh. anyway, i hope y’all enjoy this !! i have more ideas for this guy so stay tuned !! and thank u for reading <3

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

the room fills with a bright flash of light, washing over your walls and illuminating every dark corner. within a few seconds, thunder pierces the silence. you couldn’t help but try and bury yourself under the blankets. storms like these were the worst.

the ones that rudely declare its presence in the middle of the night, ripping away any chance at a good night's sleep. the deafening booms ensure a restless night filled with dread knowing that tomorrow will drag on with exhaustion. thunderstorms could be nice, but right now, it has you shrinking further and further into your bed.

another loud noise went off, but it wasn’t thunder this time. you bolt up in your bed, staring at mattsun who was standing dumbly in the doorway, his hand still lingering on the doorknob. it was clear he didn’t mean to bust it open like that, but the damage was done.

“do you mind?” you screech out the last word, your heart beating out at your chest.

“i promise i knocked.” he walked in, chuckling with his hand shoved deep into his pockets. he was wearing those stupid gray sweatpants again and if you weren’t so scared right now, your mind would’ve wandered to what happened the last time he wore those. he knew you liked them and wasn’t afraid to sport them around the house. constantly. “seriously, relax, i just came in to check on you.”

“by scaring the shit out of me?” you huff as he climbs into the bed next to you. you cross your arms at the ease of it all, trying to keep your breathing still. at least you could chalk it up to the thunderstorm making you nervous and not the fact that he was inching closer to you.

“that was an accident.” he rolls his eyes. “you know your door gets stuck.”

“yeah because you and makki tried to play jackass and totally fucked up the lock.” the thunder sounded off again but it was mixed with mattsuns laugh. you tried to focus on that sound instead, not realizing you were leaning into him.

“you got me there.” he gives you a lazy smile before looking around. he knew you were scared and were just trying to keep a brave face. “why don’t we go in the living room and watch a movie? we can bring out our blankets and stuff.”

“yeah-“ the thunder cut you off, the lightning flashes throughout the room, casting a fleeting light over mattsuns face. you look at each other for a moment, your eyes holding back so many words that your lips wish to say. but instead you cower from the loud noise and the weight of your own feelings.

“alright let’s go.” he throws the blanket over you like a cape, the warm fabric wrapping itself around you like a safety net. immediately, he’s picking up the rest of your pillows and blankets, waiting for you to walk out of the room first.

you lead the way, taking your time. he follows you out into the room, throwing the pillows down on the floor.

“hey!” you snap at him, hurrying your way over to pick them up.

“what? we’re gonna lay on the floor.” he said like it was obvious. your eyes trail from him to the couch before you roll them.

“alright, fine. go get your stuff then.” you start arranging the pillows and blankets to a makeshift bed. he goes to his room without another word, hurriedly grabbing his stuff before the next thunder sounds off.

he tosses the pillow against your head, causing you to stumble forward. you whirl around, glaring at him as he holds up the other pillow with a goofy grin.

“are you really trying to have a pillow fight with me right now?” you scoff.

“not much of a fight though, is it.” he shrugs, moving closer. your eyes widen as you scoop up the pillow, turning to whack him against the head. he starts laughing, utterly amused at your attempt. 

“shut up.” you sigh, as you move to sit down. mattsun looks panicked for a moment, so split that if you weren’t already looking at him you would’ve missed it. unbeknownst to you, mattsun was trying his best to distract you from the storm outside, trying to keep your attention on him. 

“alright let’s put on a movie, yeah?” he throws down his pillow next to you, it landing with a soft thud before he practically flops onto the mountain of blankets youre perched on.

“what are we gonna watch?” you ask, trying not to look at the raging storm outside and instead focus on the one brewing deep within his dark eyes.

as soon as he turned on the tv, it blew out. in fact, all the lights in the apartment went out. the slight ticking noise of the AC filtering out before thunder overpowered it, booming throughout the room, causing you to smush yourself further into mattsun’s side.

instantly, his arm is around you. “hey, it’s alright. let me light some candles.” he presses a soft, comforting kiss against your head before getting up, making sure the blanket is safely covering you in his absence.

luckily, you had candles stored all throughout the shared apartment. he carefully took them out as well as his trusty lighter. he went around the room lighting each one, racing against the storm. your eyes didn’t leave him. soon enough, the warm glow filled the otherwise dark space, doing its best to combat the bright flashes from outside.

“there.” he said, looking somewhat proud of his job well done before he turned to look at you, almost surprised to see your eyes already set on his. you sat up, the blanket falling off of your shoulders, pooling around your waist. he slinks over to you and sits down on the blankets, easing you down with him as you lay side by side. “it’ll pass soon, im sure of it. just focus on me, okay?”

“okay.” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. it was a miracle if he heard it at all. the thunder continued to roar outside and he felt you start to tremble in his arms. he looks at you again, slowly moving in to kiss you on the cheek. 

“focus on my lips,” he says, starting to place sloppy, opened mouthed kisses along your neck. your sleep shirt — or rather, his t shirt– slips down your shoulder, leaving it bare. mattsun wasted no time as he trailed down your neck, leaving more kisses along your exposed skin before making his way back up. 

and whatever he was doing — it was working. instead of focusing on the lightning bolts crashing down outside, all you could do was melt from the kisses he laid upon your skin.

his deft fingers find your chin, pulling you in closer so he can properly kiss you on the lips. he was always a good kisser, taking his time as if it would be a crime not to. molding his lips to yours, savoring each bit as you easily find your rhythm together.

even though the kiss wasn’t explicitly passionate, it still left you breathless all the same. each slow caress stole more oxygen from your lungs until you were practically gasping for air. but he didn’t let up, sliding his hand up your thigh as his lips press against your neck. 

thunder clashed overhead again, causing mattsun’s hold on your thigh to grow tighter, using it as leverage to pull you flush against him as his own legs slot between yours. 

“gonna prep you now.” he mumbles against your neck. his fingers grab a hold of your flimsy sleep shorts and pulls them all the way down, along with your underwear. you gasp out but he swallows it, consuming your air once again. 

“already so wet f’me.” he murmurs in your ear, his lips resting on your lobe. he quickly slips another finger in, pumping both of them quickly to try and stretch you out, relishing in the way you squirm under him.

once the small whine left your lips, he couldn’t hold back anymore. giving you one last peck and sliding down, placing a kiss on each of your thighs before his tongue began to tease your folds.

mattsun could lay between your legs for hours if you let him, taking his time to savor you, having you come undone around him again and again until your thighs trembled around his head. it was his salvation, the answer to his prayers, the fix he needed to get through the night.

but he didn’t have that much time tonight, not when you were in desperate need of distraction. your fingers tugged on his hair, causing him to groan out into your cunt. the vibrations sending you closer to the edge. it was too much — his hips stuttered against the blanketed floor, begging for some sort of relief.

“issei-“ you breathe out. mattsun curses the thunder for trying to eat up your sweet sounds, but he moves back up to you so he can press his lips against yours.

“yes?” he asks, slipping a finger past his waistband and sliding off his sweatpants so he can free his aching cock. he needs to feel you. your breath hitches as it nudges against your thighs, his cock already wantonly twitching the moment he comes into contact with you.

“please, i’m ready.” you squirm in his hold, reaching down to wrap your hand around him. he hisses out in pleasure, his forehead knocking down onto yours as he feels his whole body succumb to you, his craving for you becoming too irresistible.

“okay.” he lets you guide him to your entrance, his tip pressing against your clit and trying to soak up all the slick and spit on your messy cunt. his hand wraps around yours, using it to guide him into you quicker, slowly pushing in. 

the stretch always took a second to adjust to once he was fully seated in your warm cunt, buried at the hilt. his size was no easy feat to take, the overwhelmingly sweet pleasure always accompanied by the slight sting of pain. and he was always so patient, softly peppering your skin with kisses. but tonight, you were too impatient for all of that, desperate to feel him. so you start moving your hips, catching him by surprise.

“slow down.” he grips onto your hips tightly, stilling you in place so he could properly collect himself. you pout up at him, not thrilled about having to wait any longer but you humor him. “i’ll give you what you want, don’t you worry, pretty.”

“then get on with it.” you breathe out as he pulls out of you – his tip nestled back at your entrance. he can feel you clench around him, strategically pulsing in a silent command to hurry up. before he starts, he cages you in his arms, pushing back in and lazily moving his hips with shallow thrusts. a small teasing smile takes up his face at your attempt to be demanding.

“don’t get all bratty on me now, i was just getting started.” his hips start to move faster, his cock practically kissing your cervix. each of his thrusts blurring your thoughts together, your mind growing dizzy from the intense pleasure. he looks at you and chuckles, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head in amusement. “you just wanted to be fucked dumb on my cock, is that it?”

“n-no.” you say, turning your head away from him in slight shame. but he barely lets you as he cusps your chin and pulls your attention back onto him.

“you’re lying now?” the smile on his face turns dastardly and you can’t help but moan as he pulls you tighter to him. feeling him stretch you out, overpower your senses, brings you closer as you teeter on the edge.

the thunder roared outside, but you barely heard it as it melted away in the background. it causes you to jump a little bit but you’re secure in mattsuns arms, his hold tightening. his pace doesn’t relent, in fact, it only speeds up. a softer look graces his features as he remembers what he was trying to do – distract you.

the candlelight caresses his face, intimately wrapping itself around his skin in the way that had you envying the soft light. to be that close to him, to share that space, you wanted more. it’s all feels more soft, muted, like he’s really taking care of you.

you clench around him, causing him to groan as you squeeze his cock, barely letting him pull out. he could never keep his cool around you for too long. 

“you’re so fucking pretty. how’d i get so lucky, huh?” he pulls you in closer, pressing up against you as if the air between you two was intruding in your space.

every time his skin touched yours, something new planted itself in its place, running deep through your veins, directly to your heart. no matter how many times you tried to starve it, neglecting to nourish it — it continued to grow to the point you couldn’t bury it anymore.

you loved him.

and it terrified you.

but it also drew you closer to your edge. 

“sei-“ you call out, your fingers gripping the blanket as you arch your back, your chest pressing against his. you can feel your thighs tightening around his hips, his large hands cupping your backside as he practically lifts your bottom half up to meet his thrusts.

you’ve never felt him this deep, like his cock was lodged all the way up inside of you, piercing your heart. you could barely speak, just babbling his name and letting out mewls of pleasure.

he was fucking you dumb but not dumb enough, as those feelings you’ve been trying to hide slips through the cracks and your faced with the horror of loving him — or rather, the horror of possibly having your heartbroken by him. 

“getting close?” he grunts down at you, his voice raspy and streaked with desperation. you brave yourself to look up at him through half lidded eyes, barely able to open them up all the way. you can feel him twitch inside of you as he lets out a groan — teetering on his own edge but adamant to feel you come undone around him first.

“yes, so, so close-“ you cry as his fingers find your clit again, lightly brushing against it and causing you to spiral down, to a paradise or the depths of hell — you didn’t know. all you knew is that you wanted him to come with you as you clutch onto him, dragging him with you as he fills you up with his cum.

he falls to his elbows, careful not to put all of his weight onto you. he kisses you softly, even though he couldn’t catch his breath. he didn’t want to pull out just yet, but knew that he wanted to clean you up.

with one last kiss to your head, he slides out and hisses at the sting of overstimulation. sliding his pants back on, he quickly makes his way to the bathroom. he’s back in another second with a towel, carefully cleaning you up and sliding his shirt back over your head.

you lay there, letting him take care of you as your hazy mind starts coming to again, swirling with many questions that you decide to wait and face them in the morning. for now, it was just nice to soak up all the affection he was giving you.

“i’m gonna blow out the candles, okay?” he asks you softly. you nod, letting him to his thing before he comes back to you and cradles you close to him, getting settled for the night.

even though the thunder had long since died out, neither of you moved. too lost in the sanctuary of each other's arms, creating a warm, safe space where you could both let your guard down, even just a little bit.

mattsun kisses your head gently as you nuzzle further into him. the two of you drifting off into a peaceful sleep, comfortably wrapped up in the blankets and each other's unspoken love.

and in the morning, when makki awoke to see his best friends curled up together on the floor, he didn’t say anything. he just quietly smiled to himself and retreated back into his room.

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[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Boyfriend!Kang Taehyun x F!Reader TW : reader depression ; other members being jerks ; Taehyun is kind of oblivious ; angsty ; fluff ending ; Word Count : 2.3k Request : @moon0fthenight : Can you do a fic abt txt taehyun, where reader comes to dance practice room but overhears some OTher member badmouthing her, twice, so just stops coming and just starts pulling away (ofc reader has depression but tae obv doesn’t know), and taehyun realizes

You sat in the corner of the practice room, your eyes turned down to look at your phone as Taehyun went to get drinks for himself and the guys. You hated when you got left alone with them, the last time you had been in a situation like this, they had gone about making you feel so unwanted and unwelcome in the room that by the time Taehyun came back you were on the verge of tears and ended up going home early. 

Today felt like it would most likely go the same way. You could feel their eyes on you, and the only feeling that you got from those eyes was annoyance and such a strong sense of dislike that it had your skin crawling. “Talk about a stage five clinger. Does she have to come to all of the practices?” They spoke about you as if you weren’t there, or maybe they just didn’t care enough to keep their shit talking to a level where you wouldn’t hear them. 

“She’s gonna ruin it for him since she’s always up his ass. Enough pictures come out about them all of the fans are gonna turn on him.” They made it seem like you were forcing Taehyun to take you with him to all of his practices when it was quite the opposite. Not that he was forcing you to go with him when he went, but he asked you every time if you wanted to go, and even if you found a reason to not go, he’d give you a million other reasons why you should go. 

You tried so hard not to let it bother you, but it seemed like at this point they were trying to hurt you. You weren’t even sure why they seemed to hate you so much, maybe it was just fun for them to see how much they could break you down, or maybe they just didn’t want Taehyun to be with anyone. Either why, they didn’t have to go as far as they were with the insults and the shit talking. “It probably wouldn’t be so bad if she were famous or something… But she’s just… She’s a nobody. What does he even see in her?” 

It didn’t even matter to you who was saying it, and it’s not like you wanted to look up to see exactly who was bad mouthing you. All you did know was that you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, you couldn’t handle listening to anymore. You didn’t bother to find Taehyun to let him know you were leaving, you just had to go. You were sure he’d figure it out, or you at least hoped he would. 

When he came back with the drinks, his eyes scanned the room, his smile so bright until he had done a full 360 and realized that you weren’t there. “Did she go to the bathroom or something?” He asked, his eyes glancing to the door every couple seconds just in case you walked back in. It wasn’t like you to just up and leave without letting him know, and he worried that something might have happened to have you just disappearing the way you did. 

“She just ran off. I’m sure if it were a problem she’d be blowing up your phone. Don’t even worry about it man, we’ve got more important stuff to work on.” Yeonjun said, and the rest of the guys nodded their heads in agreement. It was a problem, no doubt, the way they all seemed to think that whatever could possibly be going on right now didn’t hold any kind of importance. Maybe it didn’t to them, but to him you were the top priority. 

Taehyun shook his head, trying not to get too annoyed with them as he pulled out his phone. “I’ll just call her real quick, make sure she’s okay.” He said, about to walk out of the room so he could talk to you in private out in the hallway, but Beomgyu snatched his phone out of his hand and shoved it into the pocket of his sweatpants. “What the he-”

“Call her later.” Beomgyu mumbled, moving to the center of the practice room to get into position. “She’s a distraction even when she’s not here, jeez.” He mumbled to himself, but all of the guys had heard it, Taehyun included, and his agitation levels were rising as the others laughed at what seemed to be a joke, but he wasn’t the biggest fan of their comedy if it meant putting you down. 

“That’s not even funny.” Taehyun said under his breath, getting into position so he could start rehearsing the new dance. As much as he wanted to call you and make sure everything was okay, he knew that it would be faster if he just got practice over with so he could get back home to you as soon as he could. 

Did he even notice that you weren’t there anymore? You thought that maybe he would have tried to get in contact with you once he noticed you weren’t in the room, but your phone hadn’t gone off at all. Maybe he just didn’t care anymore. Maybe the guys had talked to him and made him finally realize just how useless you were to him. They were right. You weren’t an idol, you weren’t famous in any way. You weren’t even sure what he saw in you. You didn’t deserve him, you didn’t even deserve to be in the same room with him, let alone sleep in the same bed as him every night. The only thing you’d do by continuing to stay with him was jeopardize his career, and you didn’t want to do that. You wanted him to be successful, and with you in the picture, you knew he would never get to where he truly could be. 

Part of you wanted to stick around, just long enough to tell him that you were leaving, and that part of you also hoped that maybe he’d beg you to stay, that he’d tell you that you were being crazy. Then there was the part of you that was more realistic, the part that told you that he wouldn’t care if you stayed or left. You weren’t helping him in any way, it’s not like you were the one going on tours and concerts and performing for millions of people. You were disposable, he didn’t need you at all. 

Sadly there wasn’t much that you could do this late at night, and there was nowhere for you to go, so you’d at least have to deal with whatever was to come, at least for one more night. Your phone started to vibrate and Taehyuns picture illuminated the screen. Would he tell you that he wasn’t coming home tonight? Why would he want to come home and see you anyway? He could do better than you… And you didn’t want to answer the phone to hear him say that, so you let it ring until the notification came up that you had a voicemail, and you didn’t want to listen to that either. 

The front door opened slowly, maybe he thought you were sleeping and he was trying to come in quietly, or maybe he was trying to sneak in so he could avoid you and go straight to the bedroom. It’s not like he’d want to see you anyway, you were nothing special, you were nothing in general. “There you are, I thought you were sleeping since you didn’t answer…” He said, sighing after the words had left his mouth. Was it a sigh of relief or a sigh of disappointment that you were still awake, that he’d still have to deal with you?

“Was just getting ready to go to bed.” You said, pushing yourself up off the couch. “Goodnight.” You added as you walked past him, heading down the hall towards the guest bedroom. Who would want to wake up next to you? Surely not him. He was too good for you, too perfect. He didn’t deserve to have to see you in the morning when he just woke up from his dreams of being with someone better, someone prettier than you. 

“Hey…” He whispered, quickly kicking off his shoes and following after you. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He quizzed, and you didn’t want him to pretend to be worried about you, you didn’t want him to ask questions that you knew he didn’t care to know the answers to. Plus, those questions were just enough to have you getting choked up as you shook your head, trying to walk faster to get away from him, but he was faster, moving in front of you and putting his hands on your shoulders to stop you from going any further. “You’re really worrying me now… Can you just talk to me?” 

“There’s nothing to talk about. I’ll be gone by tomorrow, you don’t have to pretend to give a shit anymore.” You tried to sound strong, to sound unbothered, but your voice broke, and it felt like you were breaking too. The entire life that you had lived with Taehyun, the life that you were dreaming of for the future, it had all been a lie, but for what? “I just want to go to bed.” 

“What the hell are you talking about? Why are you leaving tomorrow? Where are you going?” He asked quite urgently, his eyes wide and the corners of his lips pulling down, not into a pout, but he just looked sad. You had never seen him look that way before. Maybe it was because he finally was getting caught, the truth was going to come out. “And what do you mean I pretend to give a shit? What the hell happened? Where are you getting this from? Just talk to me, dammit.” 

You rolled your shoulders, causing his hands to drop to his sides dejectedly, the look of sadness on his face only growing more prominent as you stepped away from him. “I know what you and the guys talk about. I heard them. I don’t know why you’re with me either… But you don’t have to keep playing this part or this role or… Whatever it is you’re doing. I know you’re famous, I know that you’re above me in every single way… But that doesn’t mean that I don’t get hurt by this shit. Was it a bet? Was it a game? Why did you let it go so far?” 

His eyes widened along with his mouth, his head shaking profusely. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if they said anything that hurt you, tell me and I’ll handle it. I’m not with you for a game or a bet, and I sure as hell am not above you. I’m not above anyone. I love you because I fell in love with you from the moment I saw you… I wanted to be with you and only you. You have to talk to me though… Tell me what they said. What did they say?” 

Was this what the guys were talking about? You’d ruin the group. Is this how it would be ruined? If you said anything, if you told Taehyun what the guys had said, he’d surely be pissed if what he was saying was true. It would completely destroy the friendship that the guys had. You didn’t want to be the cause of that. You didn’t want them to be right. “It’s nothing… Don’t worry about it.” You mumbled, trying to move around him as he stood in the center of the hall, you were so close to the guest room door, but he refused to let you go. 

Taehyuns arm shot out, his hand landing against the wall to block you from leaving the conversation. “It’s obviously something. How the hell am I supposed to not be worried when you’re talking about leaving me? You’re doubting that I ever loved you, and you’re still trying to sleep in a different bed than me, and you want me to believe that it’s nothing? Regardless of if you tell me or not, I’m going to find out because I’m pissed at them now for even causing this in the first place. But, if you tell me, I can make sure you know that everything they said, whatever it is, it’s not true. It’s not true…” 

The urge to cry had been building the entire time, but now the tears were finally being let free, trickling down to hang from your chin as you shook your head. You felt absolutely pitiful right now, and all you could think of was how pathetic you must look. “I’m not good enough for you… I’m annoying and I’m clingy and I’m a nobody… I don’t know why you’re with me… Nobody knows…” In your own ears you sounded so whiny, which only verified the truth that only you believed in, that you were annoying… Why would he want to be with someone like you? 

His arms wrapped tightly around you, his hand gently pressing your face into his chest as he held you close. “It’s not true… None of that is…” He repeated for what felt like the hundredth time. “You are good enough for me, if anything, I’m not good enough for you. I’m always so busy and I can’t be here for you like I want to be… But you’re always here for me, and you never left my side, and that makes you more deserving than anyone else to stand by my side… Which is where I want you to be always. And that in itself proves that you’re not the clingy one… I am. I like having you with me, and if they guys have a problem with that… They’re just gonna have to deal with it, and part of me thinks that they’re jealous because they don’t have someone as amazing as you to support them and love them unconditionally like you do for me. I’m with you for a lot of reasons, but the most important reason is that I love you, and there’s nothing that anyone can say or do to change my mind. All I want is you, forever and ever…”

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[gojosnympho]

nsfw, mdni

mingi x black!fem!reader

authors note: i know i’ve been gone for like ever and im sorry but here’s a peace offering for you guys!! i hope u love it 🥰

“you be talking to other girls?” you asked your boyfriend one night whilst you sat in your living room.

“what?” mingi asked in confusion.

“do you be talking to other girls?” you asked again.

“why the fuck would i do that?”

you would’ve never asked mingi this question if it wasn’t for his little ex girlfriend getting into your head. usually you trusted him but ever since a few days ago when she direct messaged you on instagram saying he’d been talking to her again, it was the only thought that plagued your mind. mingi noticed you’d been acting funny too, he just didn’t realize that it was something this serious. he just thought you were pissed at him for not doing the dishes like you asked.

“because you’re a man,” you replied, arms folded across your chest.

“i’m not talking to other girls, baby. i swear,” the dark haired man tried to reassure you. he went in for a kiss but you blocked it by putting your hand up.

“you not fucking your ex?”

“what the fuck are you talking about, _____?”

you pulled your phone out to open the message thread and all but threw the phone in your boyfriend’s lap. he picked it up to go through the messages and it was silent as he did so. you sat there, watching him. mingi sucked his teeth and threw the phone to his side.

“that bitch is lying. i haven’t seen her in months!”

“watch those b words.”

“sorry,” he began. “but she’s lying i swear. why would i cheat on you? i love you.”

“yeah? you love me?” you asked him. he nodded in response, “let me see your phone.”

without hesitation the man pulled his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants, unlocked it, and went to hand it to you. that was enough for you to realize he was actually telling the truth. you pushed the phone away to mingi’s confusion.

“i thought you wanted to see,” mingi said, offering the phone to you one more time. you pushed it away again.

“if you’re willing to give me your phone without a fight then there’s nothing for you to hide. i’m sorry. i know i got a little crazy.”

“it’s okay, sweetheart. there’s a way you can make it up to me.”

“how?”

mingi was pounding into you from behind, one of his hands pushing your face down into the pillows while the other placed stinging smacks on your ass. you were moaning and screaming into the pillow, nails clawing at the sheets of your bed.

“why would i cheat on you when you have such a good pussy? huh?” mingi asked you but it was rhetorical because he proceeded to pound you again.

“‘m sorry, mingi,” you sobbed into the pillow.

“i know you are. i’m not a fucking cheater, alright?” he punctuated each word with a thrust that had your toes curling and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “now flip over let me see that pretty face.”

he pulled out of your abused pussy and didn’t even give you a chance to flip yourself over before he was doing it himself. without a warning he plunged his dick right back inside you to continue his brutal pace.

“fuck you’re so tight, hm? you think i want someone else when you have everything i need?”

“i’m s-sorry. i’m so sorry, mingi,” you babbled, because that’s all your fucked out brain could gather.

as his final “fuck-you” to his ex, he picked up your phone opened the message thread once more and pressed the voice recorder button. he made sure to place the phone right by your mouth so she could hear everything.

“say it again for me, tell me how sorry you are for believing her,” mingi said, his dick hitting the very bottom of your pussy.

“i’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

“yeah? you love me?”

“yes! fuck yes!”

“you gonna cum all over my dick? come on baby i know you want to. it’s yours.”

that’s all it took for your pussy to squeeze around him and soak him in all of your juices, chanting his name as you did so. mingi deposited his own cum deep into your pretty pussy not too long after with a high pitched moan. he grabbed your phone to stop the voice recording and send it.

“you’re such a good girl. you okay? did i hurt you?” mingi asked, soft as can be.

“i’m more than okay,” you assured him. “and i really am sorry, mingi. i hope you know that.”

“i know you are, baby girl. now go to the bathroom and wait i’ll run you a bath.” mingi kissed you so softly a stark difference between the way he just fucked you into the mattress.

your phone dinged while you were in the bathroom with a message from mingi’s ex once again. it read:

“i know he put you up to this”

mingi replied: “stop texting my girlfriend”

“you coming, mingi?” he heard your sweet voice call from the bathroom.

“yeah, i’ll be right there!”

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[outofmydepthatapublicbeach]

comfort from the rain- Julien Baker x fem!reader

summary: Julien takes care of your after a bad day.

jj chats: this was originally gonna be a blurb but then it turned into an entire fic!! i really liked writing it though and i hope you guys like it too!! love y'all &lt;;33

word count: 1100ish

warnings: RPF, undressing (not in a sexual way), kisses, hugs, no use of y/n, pet names used (honey, princess, baby).

feedback is encouraged and i'd love to get some just please be kind!!!

It was one of those days.

The sky had gotten increasingly dark as you walked from the bus stop to your apartment. Funny how after a long day those 2 blocks felt like 4 miles. Trudging through the sidewalk, hands in your pockets trying to keep warm. It was freezing this year, especially at night. The wind wouldn’t stop whipping into you, causing you to freeze even more. When you left in the morning it wasn’t even that cold, so you thought a sweater would suffice for the day. Forgotten was the memories of how cold it gets when the sun goes down. The trees had no leaves due to the coming of winter, the small patches of grass were dirt brown, and your shoes were covered in muddy slush. It seemed like wherever you looked you just saw negativity. 

Your eyes felt heavy from your lack of sleep over the past few days. A co-worker was transferred and so all their leftovers went to you. You made the fatal mistake of trying to be helpful and ended up stuck in a trap, unable to refuse at risk your job, you accepted the later hours and more work. Regret filled your mind. You just wanted to get home.

Finally, your building came into view, only a little while longer until you were within the safe walls of your shared home. An abandoned apartment that you and your long-time girlfriend Julien had transformed into a home. You saw the green painted door and approached it fast, excited to finally be home, sweet, home. You tried the door handle, expecting it to open with ease since Julien was inside. Except it didn’t. It was locked. You sighed before taking your bag off and rifling through for your keys. You moved around a pack of gum, a half empty notebook, wallet, but you found no keys. 

“Come on!” you whisper yelled to yourself, frustrated. And as if the little cloud controllers in the sky could hear you. Suddenly you felt droplets of rain plummet to the ground and hit your body. You had forgotten about the chances of rain today. Great. The rain was cold, soaking into your sweater as you now desperately tried searching for your key. But to no avail. The rain came down hard, it almost immediately drenched your clothes and hair.

Even on a good day it didn’t take much for you to cry, and with your horrible day the chances were up 100%. And with that rain, came your tears. You leaned against the door, starting to gently sob. It was a minute or two before you remembered that Julien was home, and you could have called her at any time and she would have come sprinting to the door to let you in. You quickly clicked on her contact, the call screen filling your phone. 

“Hey baby! Are you almost home?” Julien asked, her voice like a rainbow after a storm.

“Yeah-” your voice cracked halfway through your attempt to communicate.

“Honey, are you okay? You sound like you’ve been crying,” Julien murmurs to the phone, of course she would already know how you're feeling.

“I forgot my keys this morning and I’m locked out and it's raining.” You say, tears still falling from your eyes, mascara running down your face. 

“Oh baby, I’m almost at the door,” as soon as the sound of her voice travels from your phone to your ears the door is already open. You see Julien, bundled up in one of your sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants, her hair soaked. 

Julien immediately surged forward, hugging you tightly despite the downpour of rain and the fact your sweater is soggy. She steps back, following her form back into your home. You feel another wave hit you and you wrap your arms around your love, holding her for dear life. 

About a minute passes by, Julien just holding you, rubbing your back through your clothes. She says “It’s okay baby, you’re home now.” You start to pull away from her, but your hand falls right into hers to which she squeezes it lightly: reassurance. “Let's get you all warm. Then we can go lay down and cuddle?” Her smile is warm, full of love.

Julien leads you into the laundry room. You sit on a bench as she bends down to unlace your boots, then she gently places them to the side. “Can I take off your sweater? I don’t want you to catch a cold.” She asks, hands placed on your sides.  You hum a sound of approval and she continues, gently sliding it over your head and returning to you, clad in a pair of jeans and a bra. She moves to go hang up your sweater, an attempt to dry it out. You reach down to unbutton your jeans, the material tough, sliding them down your legs you feel a shiver. Julien turns back around and graciously takes your jeans from you, hanging them up alongside your sweater. You slip your socks off and leave them next to your boots. 

“Wait right here,” Julien says, kissing you on the forehead before quickly running out the room. She’s back within 20 seconds, a fluffy towel, pair of sweatpants, and a hoodie in her arms. She hands the towel to you, and throws the clothes into the dryer, turning the heat to max. 

“I’m sorry Jules,” you sigh, using the towel more to warm up than to dry off. The guilt of causing an inconvenience to Julien starts the flourish in your mind.

“Why are you sorry princess?” Julien asks, head tilting to the side. “You were doing something before I got home, I didn’t mean to throw a wrench in your plans.”

“You didn’t throw any wrench in any plans baby, I was waiting for you when you called. I’m sorry I left the door locked. I must have forgotten to unlock it after I got out of the shower.” She smiled, then opened the dryer, pulling out your clothes and handing them over to you. They were warm enough to melt your sadness, warm enough to remind you of the positive side. 

“Thank you for this, it means a lot.” You confess to your girlfriend.

“Of course, I’m always here for you and I will do anything you need, anything you want.” 

Quickly you threw on the clothes and then walked over to Julien, leaning in to meet in a chaste kiss. Pulling away you both smiled at each other. “I love you Jules,” You fall into another hug, “So much.”  Your face, buried in her neck.

You could feel her smile in the crook of your neck, and then she sighed, then whispered “Love you, forever princess.”

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[succubusonthedoorstep]

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ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.1k

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Levi's huge crush, suggestive content, explicit language, heavy flirting, love bites, grinding, he steals your shorts and panties, biting, infidelity, nipple pinching, headcanon format! (Read part two here!)

Neighbor!Levi who moves in a year after you. Spotting him with cardboard boxes while tending to the community garden, you gave a small wave and tried not to stare too hard at his biceps. He acknowledged you with a small nod.

Neighbor!Levi who stares at your butt while you’re bending down to inspect your tulips. The curve of your ass in those shorts had him running upstairs and back down so he wouldn’t miss you leaving. 

Neighbor!Levi who introduces himself like a gentleman as you’re closing the garden gate and locking it. His hand is warm and he shakes it for longer than expected, but you’re too caught up in his conversation to notice.

“Do you take care of all this yourself?”

“No, Mrs. Chisholm helps when she can. She’s taking it easy these days, though.”

He frowned and released your hand, leaving it colder than before.

“If I can plant something here, I’ll help you care for them.”

Neighbor!Levi who knew he was gonna help you anyway. There was nothing that could stand between him and his fixation with his endearing neighbor. The smile you gave him confirmed his place in the garden and he gaped at your hips swaying as you walked back to your corner apartment. You went upstairs, passed several doors, and opened the one next to his. 

Neighbor!Levi, whose heart drops to his stomach at the sight of you peeking back at him as your door shuts. He watches a pink light flicker on before stuffing his hands in his pockets and striding upstairs.

After talking for the next few days, Neighbor!Levi catches on to your tricks. He’s getting familiar with your collection of shorts and already has a favorite- the mini ones that you sleep in, first catching them in the morning when you’re stepping out onto your balcony. 

Neighbor!Levi watches your breasts peek out from the tank top you have on as you lean over the railing to chat with him. The gray sweatpants he has on does little to hide the growing bulge between his legs and he didn’t bother to wear a shirt to greet the warm morning, but you weren’t complaining. The thin gold chain that he wore to bed drew your eyes to his collarbone and had you licking your lips at the thoughts it brought. 

Neighbor!Levi finds himself inviting you over brunch, calling it a “favor for finding a place for me.” He doesn’t have to tidy much but a few dishes in the sink, but he finds himself adjusting the pillows on his bed anyway. He tried telling himself it was redundant, but it did little to settle the hopes he had.

Neighbor!Levi opens his door and finds you looking stunning, though you argued there was nothing special about the leggings and t-shirt combo you were sporting. He only rolled his eyes and allowed you in.

“You decorate well, Levi. A woman’s touch?”

If only you knew. The only woman Levi had the mind to touch felt far no matter how close she may be. 

“Not a lot of women coming in and out of here,” he remarked. “I don’t have time for ‘em.”

“Oh? What do you do for work that makes you so busy?”

“I…” he pulled a flat pan out from a cabinet, setting it on the stove. “I have a small business with my friends.”

Neighbor!Levi’s little white lie was enough to convince you. The blooming orchids in a vase and glassware in his china cabinet showcased the successes of his career- the men you dated before couldn’t afford the Rolexes you spotted him in, let alone this apartment’s rent.

Neighbor!Levi let you take the reins, assisting wherever you needed him. Forgot an egg for your crepes? He was already there with another one. Needed to put on your apron? He dug one out of his pantry and looped it around your neck, walking around you to tie it.

Neighbor!Levi feels you lean back on his hard body, your ass pressing into his dick print. You’re impossible to resist anymore- he needs a taste. His mouth connects with your neck, tongue skillfully finding a sensitive spot. Your moans echoed off his walls, head tilting to give him more space to work.

Neighbor!Levi’s big hands trail into your shirt to cup your tits, giving them a few languorous squeezes that had your nipples hardening under the fabric. “Juuust like that,” he encouraged between kisses, the praise leading directly into your panties. “Push that ass back on me, you know what to do.”

Neighbor!Levi pulled down the cup of your bra to pinch your nipple and pull it slightly. The purple love bites blooming on your skin made his heart melt, and in his needy haze, Levi bit at your neck. 

Neighbor!Levi feels you jump in surprise, spilling the crepe batter onto his apron and your house shoes.

“Shit…” he grumbled, pulling away to help you clean up. “I’m sorry- I got carried away… your shoes-“

“It’s fine, they were pretty old,” you chimed in, slipping the ruined apron from your body. “Could you go into my apartment and get my other ones? They should be in my room by the closet.”

Neighbor!Levi nods and leaves, shutting the door behind him quietly. What was he thinking? He was usually much more clear in his thoughts and actions, but you managed to wrap around his head like a cloud. He spends his short walk from his apartment and into yours brooding over what just happened. It felt amazing for him- the bulge in his pants could tell you that without words. He was positive you knew, a sentiment that lightened the weight in his heart.

Neighbor!Levi navigates your home easily as the layouts were nearly identical.

Neighbor!Levi finds your room and enters, his eyes landing directly on the pink velvet sleep shorts hanging out of your hamper. He reached for them and held them up, imagining your ass hanging out of them while you lay in bed. A matching pair of hot pink panties were inside of the shorts, and Levi felt his cock twitch.

Neighbor!Levi stuffs the fabric into the band of his sweats. Snatching the house shoes from the floor and nearly running out of the bedroom, he stopped abruptly in his tracks.

Neighbor!Levi could only stare at the framed pictures sitting on your dresser- pictures of you with a tall brunette from last Valentine’s day.

Like + Reblog! Tysm for reading! ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

Part two is out on Valentine’s Day!

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hi domini! im a big fan of your writing and have read every one of your redacted fics, you are incredibly talented and with each fic you upload you never fail to amaze me and lead me into a deeper obsession with your work

this is just a fic request! no pressure to write this any time soon, or at all, especially with your new job and moving day soon! my request is:

david/darlin neighbour au? like david always giving darlin leftovers because he "cooked too much food" for the 50th night in a row

again, you don't have to write this, especially with how i didn't give you much to work with lol. i just thought of it and would love to see you write it! good luck with your moving day soon, im so excited to see the pictures and so happy for you! have a great week and sorry for the long message <3

Anon, thank you so much for this!

I know it's been so long since you sent me these incredibly kind words and this ask and I haven't written any fics in that time. This was such a great way to get back into the characters and the fun of working on fics. I hope you enjoy this starter and know that your words really meant a lot. Thank you!

Neighbor AU.

Darlin/David

I will absolutely be posting this on ao3 soon and hopefully adding more to it. <3 <3

It started in the laundry room.

They’d been living in the same building, on the same floor, in the same corridor for the last year but never spoken—not until that evening in the laundry room.

David was putting a load in when the other tenant came downstairs, no basket in hand, just an armful of t-shirts, underwear, and towels. He tried not to watch but it was impossible. He’d caught plenty of glimpses of them over the months, in the hall and on the elevator. They were a storm wearing skin and a leather jacket.

With a huff, they crammed the ball of fabric into a machine and then peeled their shirt off and kicked off their boots, huffing annoyance as they unbuttoned and squirmed out of their jeans.

There was no way they thought they were alone in the room. David was not the sort of man that went unnoticed. He slammed the lid on his machine just in case.

The other tenant pulled their phone from the pocket of their jeans along with a wad of cash, and put it down to the side before closing the machine.

David raised an eyebrow and looked at them, really looked at them, wearing nothing but underwear and stepping back into their boots. They were lanky, all muscle and bruises. One hand rubbed the back of their head, ruffling their hair while jabbing the buttons to start the machine. “What?” they snapped, not even looking at him.

Their knuckles were raw and bloody and their side looked splotchy, like those ribs would be bruised tomorrow.

“Bad day?” David asked the scrapper.

They huffed again, this time grinning and turning enough to look at him. They had blood on their teeth and in their hair. “Nope.” They picked up their phone and the crumpled bills, both of them walking out of the laundry room and down the long hall to the elevator.

David followed them into the lift and waited. They jabbed the button for their floor.

They both walked down the hall, almost together.

The scrapper peeled off first at their door, only a handful of steps before David’s. They shared a wall. He only realized they weren’t carrying keys when they opened their apartment door. They hadn’t even locked it.

What a mess, he thought with a smile.

He saw them again when he was on his way to the basement to move his laundry to the dryer. They had showered and were wearing a pair of sweatpants.

They leaned against the dryer after starting it and watched him, not unlike how he’d watched them when they were stripping down an hour ago.

David let them. He’d called most people out on eyeing him in his life but this seemed like fair turn around. They started their machines and took the hall together again. This time, in the elevator, their stomach growled.

The scrapper rolled their eyes like it was a familiar nag and not a biological function reminding them of hunger.

He wasn’t sure what made him do it. He wasn’t exactly known for making the first move in making friends. “Do you like enchiladas?!

The door plinged when it opened and their neighbor looked over their shoulder at him, one eyebrow raised. The brow was split by an old scar. “What?”

“I made enchiladas yesterday. It’s too much. Do you want some?”

They were walking again, both of them moving a little slower than usual down the hall toward their doors. “Is that your way of inviting me in?”

He snorted. “I’m not inviting you in. You’ll get blood on my rug. I’m asking if you want some of the leftovers.”

Their smirk sharpened. “Do you think I don’t have food?”

He bit back a laugh, suddenly willing to bet their fridge was empty. “Forget I asked.”

They were at their door but paused.

He felt their gaze on him, considering him. He unlocked his apartment and was one step in when they suddenly said, “Okay.”

He looked back at them, standing in the hallway outside their door. They looked unsure and suddenly younger, softer. He could see the echo of what he imagined they’d been like as a kid, before they got tough. He nodded. “I’ll grab you a plate.” He held out his hand. “My name’s David.”

Their gaze flicked to his hand like trust didn’t come naturally, but they closed the distance and took it. “Darlin.”

He smiled before he could catch himself.

Luckily, they smiled back. “I know. Either my parents had a really different idea for who I’d be or they were assholes.”

David shrugged, dropping their hand after maybe a second too long of holding it to duck inside and make his way for the kitchen. “Maybe it suits you,” he said.

Darlin laughed, leaning against his open doorway. He didn’t mind if they came inside but he wasn’t sure they were willing to. Interesting. They’d leave their door unlocked but they weren’t quite ready to walk into a stranger’s apartment. “Yeah. Like calling someone tall Shorty.”

He laughed and pulled the dish out of the fridge. He cut a few enchiladas free and scooped them onto a plate. He would have wrapped it if he wasn’t sure they were going to eat it right away. He paused with it in hand and look at them. “Do you need to borrow a fork?”

Darlin’s expression bloomed in a huge grin. “Fuck you,” they laughed, holding out a hand for the food.

He crossed his apartment to put it in their hand. “See you around, Darlin,” he said.

They nodded, still smiling when they walked back to their place and inside.

David thought about that smile and that laugh all day afterward and the next time he saw them in the hall they talked more and Darlin had him wait in the hall to bring him the plate. They’d even washed it and promised they’d used soap and not just licked it clean. He tried to ignore the jolt that mental imagine sent through his whole body, but something about the way they bit their smile suggested they’d seen it too.

#thank you anon! #redactedverse #redacted asmr #<3 #dominimoonbeam #darlin/david #neighbor au #fanfic

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I Never Really

Part One

Pairing: female!Reader x Sam

Warnings: Cigarette use

Words: 3.3k

Playlist | Masterlist

A/N: Hi everyone! I’m so pleased to announce the beginning of my first fanfiction for the gvf fandom! This fic was meant to be a short little exploration of a college AU, but it ended up completely running away from me. This is the most ambitious and longest piece I’ve undertaken in my 10+ years of fic writing, and I’m very excited and nervous to see how it turns out. Expect a slow burn at first, but it will turn into a raging fire soon enough. There will be ridiculous levels of pining, angst, pain, ceilings by lizzy mcalpine, the whole nine yards. I hope you all enjoy! I love you!

The fall air had a bitter chill to it. Though, when standing on a roof, that was to be expected. Wind whipped through your hair and numbed your fingers as you cupped your hands around your mouth to light the cigarette between your teeth. You inhaled, exhaled, and stared up at the few stars in the sky. Mostly black, the stars themselves blinded by the lights of men and their cities. You tried to commit that line to memory, it would make a good opener for a book.

You shoved your hand into the pocket of your sweatpants, fidgeting with the key there. You’d paid off the RA with a rather large chunk of change for that key. She’d had some connection to the maintenance man for your dorm building – a friend of a friend of a friend’s dad, or something, you couldn't remember anymore. She'd copied his key and gave the copies to those she could trust to keep their mouths shut about it. You were one of the lucky few. It was the key that unlocked the door to the roof.

You weren't a party girl, by any means. You didn't come up here to have drinks and play music with a group of 20 people. You just wanted to smoke in peace.

Peace that, apparently, was about to be short lived, as you heard a skittering sound behind you. You ducked behind an AC unit, as you’d done many times before. The sound was the falling of the rock that you’d carefully placed on the edge of the door, something of an alarm to let you know if you were being interrupted. It had happened many times in the past, but it was always a false alarm – just another key-bearer looking to light up a joint or stare at the sky.

Peering out from behind your shelter, you felt a sinking feeling in your chest. You didn't recognize the man walking through the door this time. He looked like he’d been startled by the falling rock, but was looking around inquisitively. Like he was searching for someone. He failed to set off your danger instincts, and he was far too young to be a maintenance man.

You stepped out from behind cover, taking a few steps towards him. You couldn't see his face clearly yet, as he was bathed in light from the stairwell.

“I think you went a floor too high,” you called above the howling of the wind.

He jumped like he’d seen a ghost, his hands flying to his chest.

“Woah, hey. Sorry to startle you.” You took another drag of your cigarette, inspecting it between your fingers. It was almost gone.

“Oh, perfect,” he called back, walking in your direction.

You gave him a puzzled look, but kept quiet.

“Can I bum one?” He asked, approaching you.

You pulled the pack of cigarettes out of your pocket and handed one to him. You had a deal with yourself that you would always share with a stranger – but only once per stranger.

He clapped his hands together in a praying motion and bowed at you. “Thank you. You’re a lifesaver.” He snatched it out of your hand and lit it hastily with a pink lighter he pulled from his pocket. You noticed his hands were shaking as he took a long, deep drag.

“Fiending?” You asked.

“Like crazy.”

You could just barely see him in this light. He had long brunette hair with loose waves to it that cascaded down over his shoulders, and kind-looking brown eyes that peered at you half-lidded. He flashed a smile, nearly blinding you with perfect teeth.

“Sorry to bother you.”

“It’s alright,” you said, stamping out the cigarette and putting the butt in your coat pocket. “Do you have a key?”

He cocked his head at you. “To the door? No. It was open. I just did a lap of the whole campus looking for someone to bum off of. This was my last resort. So, thanks for being here, I guess,” he chuckled.

“My pleasure,” you smiled back.

“I’m Sam, by the way.” He shifted like he was going to shake your hand, but decided against it. “I live here.”

You introduced yourself, telling him you also lived here. He repeated your name back to you several times, as if he was trying to solidify it in his mind.

“I haven't seen you around. Did you just start?” You asked.

“Nah,” he shook his head, giving you that wide smile again. “I just don't get out much.”

“Fair enough.”

You craned your neck up to face the stars, letting silence settle between you and him.

He broke it rather quickly. “That’s Venus, right there.” He motioned with his cigarette towards the brightest point of light in the sky.

“Oh, cool,” you replied, the phrase coming out much less enthusiastic than you intended.

“How much do you know about the stars?” He asked.

“I…don't know how to answer that. A bit, I guess?” You laughed, somewhat nervously.

He tipped his head back, taking a puff from his – well, your – cigarette and blowing the smoke high into the air. “Only a bit?”

You shrugged. “Yeah.”

“I think about it a lot.” He peered down at you, his head still pointed at the sky, but his eyes locked on yours. “Like, what’s up there, you know?”

“I’ve got more than enough to worry about down here.” The reply came off a bit more rude than you’d meant it to.

“That so?” He smirked. “What’s your major?”

“Communications. You?”

“The hell are you gonna do with that?” He laughed, seemingly at himself. “Sorry. That was mean. I’m just another business major. Just want a degree to say I have one, you know?”

You shot him a look that could kill. “If you must know, I’m trying to get a book published. It’s a little easier if you know what you're doing.”

“Wait, that’s actually sick. I love writing!” His tone softened, his eyes glinting. “Let me read your shit some time!”

“Absolutely not.” You dropped the remains of your cigarette, stepping on the butt of it to extinguish the ember. “It’s pretty mediocre shit anyway.”

He tilted his head at you, taking you in as he took another drag from his dwindling cigarette. “I doubt it. You look like you’ve got a lot of good stories to tell.”

Something about this guy was captivating. You couldn’t help but hang on every word, almost nervous to see what he would say next. A kind of giddy excitement started to rise in your chest as you watched him run his hands over his hair.

“That’s very sweet of you. But I assure you I don’t have much to write. Just boring mock articles and essays on Shakespeare.”

“Still sounds like my jam.”

It almost felt like he was hitting on you, and the excitement turned to panic. You could see where this was going, and you didn’t like the hypothetical ending one bit.

You glanced at your phone, pretending to be surprised at the time. “It’s getting late. I’d better go,” you said, blurting it out before he had the chance to speak again. You made your way towards the door abruptly.

“It was nice chatting with you! Thanks for the cig!”

“No problem!” You called back. It most certainly was a problem.

“Hope I see you again,” he shouted in your direction.

You turned just in time to see him waving, smiling around the cigarette between his teeth, before the door shut behind you. Making your way down the stairs, it felt like your brain was buzzing, and it was more than just the nicotine in your system.

The door to your dorm slammed shut behind you, and you collapsed into bed, kicking your shoes off.

Your interaction with Sam hadn’t been entirely out of the ordinary. You’d met several people that same way. Yet, something about it stuck out to you. Maybe it was the fact that he claimed he’d taken a lap around the entire campus, yet his feet were bare and he was wearing clothes that were much too light for a chilly autumn evening. He was only a little taller than you, but his legs had looked so long in those shorts…

Rolling over in bed, you forced yourself to stop your thoughts dead in their tracks. You had more important things to worry about right now. First and foremost, this place was a mess.

You’d been one of the very few lucky ones when assigned roommates at the start of the year. Only a few days before the start of the year, your roommate had dropped out. The school hadn’t been able to find a replacement, and you ended up getting the room all to yourself.

You milled aimlessly about your dorm, doing some light organizing here and there, your body trying to busy itself so your mind could slow to a stop. But you only ended up deeper in thought about him. About Sam. And you couldn't stop replaying his words in your head.

The question he’d asked you, about the stars. Such an odd thing to say. He’d said it so casually too, as if he'd been asking your favorite color. He seemed like quite the character. Maybe, in another life, when you didn't have the crushing weight of education holding you down, you could befriend him.

With your mind racing in a way that you hadn’t felt since high school, you gathered your things for the week ahead, trying to keep yourself focused. It felt so ridiculous that one interaction with one man would leave you so frazzled. It was simply the Sunday scaries manifesting itself in a different way, you told yourself. Feeling anxious over whatever your mind could grab ahold of.

You were able to forget about him just long enough to settle down for bed. Though he lingered in the back of your thoughts, and you fell into a restless sleep with his name on your lips and his face in your dreams.

* * *

Sipping at your coffee, you cringed at the taste – you'd ran out of creamer and hadn’t bothered to buy more. Black coffee was never something you drank willingly, but you would never make it to a 7 a.m. lecture without it. You barely noticed when a backpack landed in the seat next to you, followed by someone sitting beside it. Internally, you rolled your eyes. A giant lecture hall, and this guy had to take the seat right next to you?

“Hey.”

You recognized that voice. It was him. Sam. The guy from the night before.

Finally seeing him in the light of day, you fixed your tired eyes on him. You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out, only a silent gasp and a sigh. Maybe you were just a bit too tired, but the man sitting next to you looked like a god incarnate. His hair was pulled back into a haphazard bun, revealing flawless skin and features sharp enough to cut glass.

He stared back at you with a soft gaze, his perfectly sculpted brows knitting in confusion. “Sorry. Do you not remember me? Last night, you gave me a cig–”

“I remember.” You spoke louder than you meant to, and cleared your throat, a little embarrassed.

Turning to face the front of the class, you could feel a blush creeping across your cheeks. You willed it to go away, but focusing on it only seemed to make it worse.

“I, ah…sorry. I can move.” He reached for his bag and half-stood.

“No, you can stay!” Once again, you spoke louder than you meant to. God, this was agonizing.

“Oh, alright.” He sat back down, and you could feel his eyes on you as you pretended to flip through your notes. “Are you feelin’ alright?”

“Just tired.”

“Me too.”

Right on cue, the professor cleared her throat loudly, finally cutting the tension between you and Sam. You relaxed a bit, thankful that god-awfully awkward exchange was over.

“Hey.”

You could only look at him out of the corner of your eye, worried that gazing on him fully again would shatter you.

“You got a pen?” He whispered.

First the cig, now this, do you own anything of your own? you wanted to ask, but you held your tongue, digging through your bag and handing him an extra pen.

“Thanks.”

The rest of the lecture was practically impossible to focus on. You could see him just out of the corner of your eye, and his mannerisms were distracting, to say the least. He played with his hair a lot, you noticed. And he chewed on the pen you gave him. Thanks a lot. You can keep it.

This class was a necessity to your degree, and you couldn’t have him screwing this up for you. Tomorrow, you would find a different seat. Maybe come a few minutes late so he couldn’t sit next to you. But there was something mesmerizing about him, something that filled you with dread and longing.

A lecture about the historical importance of Beowulf faded into white noise as your thoughts wandered, back to the night before. The way he’d ran his fingers through his hair and shrugged when you asked him what his major was – such a simple gesture, yet so memorable. That’s what you found so captivating about him, you ruminated. He didn’t outwardly seem like anything special, other than his Adonis-esque looks, and yet, he exuded some kind of aura. Something golden and glistening.

You heard your name, and the sound of backpacks rustling and feet shuffling. You’d zoned out for the past who-knows-how-long, and class was over. Sam was offering you your pen back.

“You can keep it,” you said briskly, stuffing your things back into your bag, slinging it over your shoulder, and hurrying out of the room. You could feel his eyes piercing you with that golden gaze as you walked away.

He was going to be a problem for you, and you knew it.

* * *

You had been seeing him everywhere. It seemed like every place you looked, there he was. The library, the dining hall, out on your afternoon walks, even in corners of campus few people bothered to go to. It had been a week since your first rendezvous on the rooftop, and you’d been avoiding the place ever since.

It isn’t a crush, but it sure feels like one. The phrase had been echoing in your head since the night before, still chanting itself over and over as you sat in the back row of the lecture hall. You took a long swig of your coffee, hoping the caffeine would rattle it out of your mind.

You could see Sam, sitting in the spot you’d been in the day before. You had shown up exactly one minute late, just enough to ensure he couldn’t sit next to you. Something inside you felt a deep guilt as you watched him glance around the room a few times when class started. Clearly, he was looking for you.

There was absolutely no chance you would allow yourself to sit next to him today, of all days. Not after the dreams your mind had conjured up the night before. You could still see it so vividly, the impossibly long and lush green grass in the field you laid in with him, the flowers you'd put in his hair, the birds that landed on the grass in front of you. Praying you would forget it, you strained to focus on the rest of the lecture.

The professor’s topic shifted to the end-of-semester project. An essay on Germanic heroic legend, to be completed with a partner. With a partner. With a partner. You hung on her every word as she explained, your eyes darting around the room for anyone you might recognize from anywhere, anyone but him. To your dismay, you’d done a horrible job of making friends on campus – Sam was the only person in the room you knew.

Her voice echoed like terrible bells in your ears. "Find a partner, and email me your choices tomorrow. If I don’t get an email by Sunday night, I’ll assign you someone who doesn’t have a partner yet. Have a good rest of the day."

You watched Sam turn himself around, his eyes locking on you immediately. Had he known you were there the entire time? Did he realize you were avoiding him? His long legs crossed the room before you even had time to gather your things and leave.

“Need a partner?” He gave you a wicked, perfect smile that made your knees feel weak.

“No. I’ll let her assign me one.” There was nothing you could do to stop the words from coming out bitchy. And it was reflected on his face, an expression of hurt washing over him briefly.

His eyes dropped to the floor. “Okay. Right. Sorry.” Without another word, he was out the door and out of view.

You stood unmoving for a minute, wondering why you’d done that. No wonder you have no friends here, your brain screamed. You tried desperately not to care, telling yourself it didn’t matter. But the truth of the situation seeped in slowly, chilling you like ice water running down your spine. You’d hurt him, for nothing. For no reason whatsoever.

Would he really be that bad of a partner? He seemed like a pretty nice guy, though you didn’t know him very well. And he actually went to class, unlike half the people in that lecture. The reality of being assigned a random partner hit you like a brick wall – the risk was enormous. This class was difficult, and the chance of ending up with someone who did zero work was too high to risk it.

You ignored the small part of your mind telling you these were all just ridiculous justifications. And you pushed away the much louder part of it that was reminding you of the way he smiled at you in your dream last night while your fingers worked his hair into braids.

You moved quick, skirting around the other students making their way through the doors, nearly running after him. You had no reason to tell him no. No reason to avoid him. If you kept dodging him like this, it would be just as bad as admitting it to yourself. Admitting what? Nothing.

Down the hall, you could see him making his way around the corner. Dashing through the crowd, nearly tripping and falling in the narrow hallway, you caught up to him.

“Sam,” you half-shouted, trying to steady your breaths so he wouldn’t know you’d ran after him like that.

He stopped, looking left and right, searching for the source of his name.

“Behind you.”

He turned around, a smug smile creeping across his face. That look was enough to make you want to turn back around and forget it. “Yeah?” He said.

“I’m sorry. I’m…in a bad mood today. I guess. We can partner up.”

“Groovy." His face betrayed the mundane reply, his eyes lighting up with a fire that almost made you flinch. "I gotta run, but I’m sure I’ll see you on the roof.” He gave you a haphazard wink, and continued his way down the stairs and out the door.

You were frozen, mind running a loop of blank static. Both regret and jubilation washed over you at once, leaving you a confused mess of a human. Trying to shake the feeling of unease from your bones, you made the walk over to your next class. You were certain the rest of the day would feel exhausting after that. Sending up a silent prayer, you hoped this would not be the start of something. Though you could feel gears turning, and worry turned to panic as it set in that, perhaps, you had just knocked down the first domino in a series of events that would lead you down a very, very long road.

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Can I get number 10 "Will you marry me?" For Mark Hoffman? And maybe for Adam

Onions- Mark Hoffman x gn! reader

Hi!! I went ahead and did this one for Mark as I feel I don't write for him nearly enough, but if you'd like me to do this prompt with Adam, just feel free to let me know (be that through a response to this fic or an ask in my inbox! I don't know when it'll be done as I still have a lot of writing to get through before I consider myself on top of the reqs I currently have to do, but at the very least I can promise it'll be done either before christmas, on christmas, or the day after!)

Thank you for sending this one in and here's the obligatory but still wholly genuine apology--I am so sorry that this has taken me so long! A lot of the time things get buried in my inbox and that fact in combination with a bad record with object permanence usually go together in a rather inefficient way. Life has also just kind of done it's thing and demotivation has kind of kicked me in the back a little bit. While it sucks that I can't say that super long wait times for requests are out of the norm, I hope this one was worth the wait!!

Fic type- this is super fluffy!

Warnings- kissing happens a lot and sex is passively mentioned once. This fic is also edited but I've been awake for eleven hours and had written it while awake for something like fourteen so the editing might be a bit off regardless--I apologize if it is and if it is, please feel free to let me know and I'll fix it right up!!

In the week or so leading up to the proposal, Mark was doing everything he could to make it seem like nothing special was happening on the getaway he'd planned for the two of you that weekend.

You both worked in the precinct but in different areas--Mark was a detective and you worked with the CSI team--so keeping the news from spreading really wasn't all that difficult.

Perez and Strahm had been the only ones who knew a lick of Marks plan, and while Strahm had asked him teasing questions about the ring and the plan for the proposal with a shit-eating grin on his face, Perez seemed genuinely happy for him. She asked about the location and if he'd written some big, sappy speech, reminded him to make sure that all of the camera angles would be perfect and not unflattering, jokingly asked if she was invited and told him to ease up on the coffee during the week before the getaway as too much of it could cause jitters.

So then the weekend came and you and Mark drove to a cottage that had previously been owned by Marks parents in the outskirts of the city. They'd given it to him but he'd never had much cause to use it before that weekend, and he was glad to see that it was just as nice as it had been when he'd last seen it.

You settled in, objecting to spend that Friday night in nothing more than a pair of boxers and one of Marks old NJPD sweaters, hugging him from behind as he made dinner and you talked about anything except for work because of how exhaustive talking and thinking about work had become after how long that week had felt.

Mark was trying to search for the time to do it--the ring was in the pocket of his sweatpants, and you'd discussed proposals before anyway so he knew there was no big expectation to do it somewhere good or while wearing anything exceptional. Your plan for that weekend was mostly just to eat good food and have good sex and Mark had honestly planned to do the proposal somewhere after you'd accomplished both of those goals.

But, on a Friday night somewhere in December of the year 2004, your lips are pressing against the back of Marks shoulder and he can feel them spread out in a grin as your hands move to his hips, and you've been together for a decade and Mark is wondering why he didn't propose sooner.

"I love you," you whisper against the skin of his neck, laughing a little as you watch Mark brace himself by pressing his palms into the granite countertops.

"Will you marry me?"

Mark kind of hates the way it comes out--he wanted to at least have it somewhat planned before he popped the big question, not say it over a pan of onions that were in the process of caramelizing while the sky displays the dark of a Decembers four o'clock. He wanted to look at you while he asked, get down on one knee and at least try to do the old fashioned stuff.

"What?" You ask, laughing a bit more. "Mark Hoffman, are you playing some kind of cruel joke on me? I like it when you get funny but not like this."

"No," Mark rushes the words out. "No! I'm being serious--I swear I meant for it to be less spontaneous than this but your fucking lips--I wanna get married to you. I have a ring and everything, but you kissed me and you know how I'll get when you kiss me the right way. I promise I meant to propose in a more serious way, all right? Not while you're in one of my NJPD sweaters from when we first started dating and a pair of boxers I bought you for christmas so that you'd stop stealing mine to wear as shorts."

You let him go, step away.

"Well, if you're so serious about doing it properly, I invite you to go ahead," you're grinning, and Mark wants to kiss it off your face more than anything, but he doesn't. Instead, the cook in him turns to the pan as you take his hand in yours and interlace your fingers.

"The onions might burn--"

"They'll be fine without your eyes for a sec," your grin widens. "Mark--I appreciate that you proposed the way you did but if you're gonna make a stink about not being able to propose all proper and gentlemanly, then I invite you to do so. I promise I won't change my answer."

Mark snorts, gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring.

"Perez told me that a big, soppy speech would make you more likely to say yes but I never believed that," he takes a breath in. "I just want to emphasize that, well--we've been together for ten years now and I've wanted to marry you for at least four but work has been so busy that I haven't really gotten the chance to do it. I love you, Y/N, and that is why I'm doing this and why I was so hellbent upon doing it right."

"Yes," you blurt, grinning like an idiot.

Mark scoffs, laugh falling from his lips. "You made a stink about me making a stink about proposing wrong, and you've answered before I even asked!"

You laugh, covering your smile with your hand. Mark feels the urge to pull your hand away but doesn't, instead lets himself smile so hard that it hurts.

"Will you marry me?" He asks. "Will you make me the happiest guy in the history of the--well--ever, and marry me, Y/N L/N?"

"Mhm," you hum, nodding quickly. "Yeah, Mark Hoffman. Absolutely."

Mark rises, slips the ring onto your finger and hums as he pulls you into a tender kiss, palms resting on your elbows as he presses you lightly against the fridge.

You pull away, and both of you are grinning like idiots but that doesn't really matter.

What matters to you is the fact that Mark has just proposed, and you've accepted, which means that you're engaged. That fact alone is enough to make you elated, and such is what you feel as you go back to your previous position, Mark watching the onions and occasionally stirring while you hug him from behind, hands on his hips as your lips rest against the back of his shoulder.

Mark is grinning at the onions, just as elated as you. It is the perfect ending to a perfect night.

#mark hoffman #mark hoffman x reader #saw franchise #sawposting

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Dabi with Physical Touch

tags: gender neutral reader, touch starvation, touch aversion, trust issues, enemies to friends to lovers, sfw, fluff, slight angst

🩸 Dabi who’s the resident unapproachable tough guy in the LOV who keeps everyone an arms length away.

🩸 Dabi who fights the urge to hold a pillow to himself while in bed, ultimately leaving the unused pillow across from him the entire night and many nights after.

🩸 Dabi who smokes a cigarette against a railing, fingers brushing over his knuckles in an unconscious soothing motion as he wonders what the fuck he did wrong.

🩸 Dabi who leans against the headboard imagining arms around him he has never known unless he’d pushed himself to fainting. And even then…they’re arms he doesn’t care to be in.

🩸 Dabi who’s so touch starved he becomes touch averse to a degree—all despite knowing if he were held he might just feel himself piece back together; might just think he’s worthy of the fucking air he breathes.

🩸 Dabi who shrugs off any hug and fights not scratching the phantom pressure lingering on his skin.

🩸 Dabi who only wears the softest of clothes that won’t catch on his staples or his skin just wrong. Dabi who stole the smoothest leather he could find just to tear apart and stitch back together to wear in a fucked up reflection of his heart.

🩸 Dabi who watches the new addition to the LOV with intense, sharp azures.

🩸 Dabi who makes you feel like he’s just waiting for you to slip up, to fuck up a mission. Dabi who grates your nerves as much as that unnerving grin that splits staples lining half his face.

🩸 Dabi who you catch sight of in baggy black sweatpants and an oversized grey hoodie at four in the morning with tangled hair. Dabi who wears glasses he hadn’t taken off when he left his room for a glass of water when pausing in a chapter of his most recent read.

🩸 Dabi who scoffs at the shocked look you give in turn to his casual attire.

🩸 Dabi who’s gaze only seems to sharpen further on you when he realizes you’re a core addition to the LOV’s end goal. Dabi who sneaks into your next mission like a perpetual shadow to see you on the field.

🩸 Dabi who’s extensively careful in who he lets even an inch closer to him—mentally and physically. Dabi who walks away when you enter a room for the next few weeks just to separate his overwhelming curiosity about you because he doesn’t fucking understand it.

🩸 Dabi who wonders what your soft hair feels like under his twitching fingers shoved deep into pockets. Dabi who wonders how those hands of yours would feel in his tangled mess. He brushes his hair that night in irritation at himself.

🩸 Dabi who finally runs his fingers through his own hair and feels his own nails scrape along his scalp causing his heart to fracture because it feels so fucking good and what the fuck did he do to deserve the hell in his head.

🩸 Dabi who feels he might shatter with the smallest of touches thus he keeps you away from him lest your fingers manage to somehow brush over his skin and he not hate it.

🩸 Dabi who is assigned to a mission with you. The mission goes well, but the staples under his eyes and along his wrist are askew in a way he can’t fucking stand because he knows his body temperature is too high to fix them himself afterwards. Because he knows you’ll have to do it—that he will ask you to. He’s terrified but he hides it well, terrifyingly so. He asks for your assistance in stapling the skin together (the patchwork Frankenstein monstrosity he’d turned himself into in hopes he wouldn’t want to break his fucking mirror).

🩸 Your hands are soft, tender. They’re not delicate by any means, but he looks at them as if they are. Your touch is warm but cool, a contradiction he’s drawn to. He’s quiet while you work, and so are you. He says his appreciation and leaves as you’re putting away the upgraded first aid kit.

🩸 Dabi’s absence of presence that leaves you wondering what the hell; that leaves you looking up at the ceiling in confusion and more curiosity than you’d care to admit.

🩸 Dabi who goes to bed but doesn’t sleep. Can’t sleep as your phantom touch lingers under his eyes, along his wrists.

🩸 Dabi who walks into the LOV’s makeshift kitchen for coffee; he’s resigned himself to never sleeping again. Only he hears your steps as he’s putting the coffee grains into the filter. He adds another scoop.

🩸 Dabi who reluctantly turns and finds you sitting on the counter behind him, head tilted and it’s fucking cute. He’s smiling before he realizes it. The counter his hands rest on is smooth and cold. He wonders what your soft cheeks would feel like against the backs of his knuckles.

🩸 Dabi who finds he does enjoy your presence—as much as he’d been wary of. Dabi who sinks easily into the banter the two of you bounce on each other. Dabi who finds refuge in it.

🩸 Dabi who you make sure to give as much space as the man gives. Dabi who you also keep at arm’s length because you, as well, suffer from a detrimental case of touch starvation. Dabi who you also find refuge in the easy bantering the two of you begin to form.

🩸 Dabi who’s more than the murderous aura he wraps around him like goddamn bubble wrap. Dabi who’s laughter lights up a room. Dabi who’s smirk ignites electricity in your veins. Dabi who’s eyes wisp around you even when he’s not around.

🩸 Dabi whose fingers are long and calloused. Dabi who you start imagining next to you during menial, daily tasks. Dabi who starts standing next to you during those menial, daily tasks.

🩸 Dabi who you find at midnight smoking against a railing, fingers brushing along his knuckles with a yearning gaze he turns up to the stars. Dabi who doesn’t scratch off the sensation of your hand ghosting over his only to steal his cigarette and take a hit of it for yourself with that signature smile.

🩸 Dabi who asks you to help him with his stitches more regularly. Dabi who has scarred skin across his shoulder, down his back and across his stomach. Dabi who you realize doesn’t want your look of sympathy/empathy when he just leaves after catching sight of it.

🩸 Dabi who wonders what you think of him.

🩸 Dabi who imagines your arms around him as he falls asleep, your fingers running through his now softer strands of hair.

🩸 Dabi who finds you cooking at three in the morning and leans his head over your shoulder to see what you’re cooking up. It’s mac ‘n cheese and his laugh rumbles in your ear. Dabi who you share the cheap side dish with.

🩸 Dabi who finds himself coming out of his room as he smells food in the air and imagines you already there. You usually are. Dabi who smiles and walks up, who gradually over time rests his head there on your shoulder, who slowly, carefully wraps his arms around your waist.

🩸 Dabi whose arms around your waist keeps you up, who holds you down and makes you forget the world exists for a few short hours. Dabi who holds you long before he lets you hold him.

🩸 Dabi who shivers every time your fingers sift through his hair, who’s breath catches as the nails drag over his scalp. Dabi who chews his lip and feels his cheeks warm when your fingers brush along his back and chest.

🩸 Dabi who covers your hands when your touch is too close to something he can’t handle. Dabi who’s heart clenches when you relent and respect the boundary.

🩸 Dabi who falls for the comfort and security you give him long before he realizes. Dabi who finds a safety net in you that terrifies him, but then those fingers brush over his skin, his hair and he’s giving in entirely too easy.

🩸 Dabi who trusts you.

🩸 Dabi who asks you to hold him one night with his heart in his throat and gaze trained on the wall in fear of rejection. Dabi whose movements are jerky as he tries to relax himself in your arms that slide around his waist, legs that cage him in on either side. Dabi who relaxes almost immediately against your chest when your fingers slip through his hair. Dabi whose head buries into your shoulder and neck as he exhales slow and steady.

🩸 Dabi who will wake from the nap that induces and second guess every decision he’s ever made with you because you’re ingrained into his bones now and he’s terrified. Dabi whose fingers tremble when you just tug him tighter, closer, more securely to yourself.

🩸 Dabi who falls for you like an anchor to water.

#dabi #bnha dabi #dabi headcanons #dabi my hero academia #dabi todoroki #dabi x reader #mha touya #dabi is touya #touya todoroki #bnha touya #touya x reader #touch starvation #touch aversion #ptsd undertones #headcanon #touya headcanons

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The Campus At Night

Summary: Azula can't sleep and Katara sacrifices sleep to study for her mid terms. The two cross paths during a midnight snack run.

Azula doesn’t bother with shoes, this late at night socks are enough. She doesn’t bother dressing herself either, this late the dormitory hallways won’t have anyone around to see her in her frumpy sweatpants. 

She rubs her eyes as she pads her way down the dim hallway. She can hear the hum of the vending machine. It isn’t her first choice, not in the slightest. But she has once again stayed up well past when she’d like to go to bed. She tells people that she is studying like everyone else–people seem to take more kindly to her when they think that classwork doesn't come naturally to her. They aren’t so petty and hostile when they think that she has to pull all nighters to get her good grades. And so it is a double win; people will leave her alone and nobody has to know why she is really awake.

Though campus life suits her just fine, she rather misses home. More than she had anticipated. It would have been easier if she had left on a bad note; if she had nobody to miss. Sometimes she lies awake thinking of home. And when she does fall asleep things are sometimes worse. 

It wouldn’t matter if she were at home instead of in her private dorm room, the night terrors have plagued her since she was a child and, though they are less in frequency, they are thrice as potent and intense as they were when she was just a child. She has more to fear, more stressors to fuel her episodes. 

Tonight is no exception. She awakens with a racing heart and a few tears decorating her cheeks. Whatever it was that had played out in her mind retreats back into the darkest corners of it, leaving her with only a vague sense of doom and dread. 

She can never really go back to sleep after one of these episodes and so here she is, going for a midnight snack just to have some sort of distraction. 

It works better than it did when she was at home but it still doesn’t work so well. Dim hallways with flickering lights make her nearly as jittery as corridors completely engulfed in darkness. She doesn’t know what she expects to come and whisk her away, just that she is certain that something will. It will leap from her mind into reality, jump out at her from around a corner or grab her hand as she reaches it into the vending machine. 

She shudders. Maybe she should just go back to her dorm room. But then she would just be entirely alone when the entity came for her. Just as she had been at her family’s mansion, when the darkness between her room and father’s room was great enough to make staying alone in her room and waiting it out more appealing than making a mad dash down the hall only to be scolded for her ‘silly’ fears–a twelve year old girl shouldn’t be acting like a frightened toddler. 

Tonight these thoughts infringe so intensely that they push her night terrors aside. And that is worse; at least she can remind herself that the night terrors aren’t real. The things that she thinks about now are. Father had hurt her, he had made her feel inadequate and humiliated. And she had turned around and made Zuzu feel that way. And where was mother? Where was uncle? Those answers hadn’t come up during the therapy sessions that father insisted were making them look foolish. What will my investors and business partners think? They’ll ask me how I expect them to believe that I can manage a business when I can’t even manage my daughter. I had high hopes for you…

She swallows hard, the tears prickle in her eyes but she doesn’t let them fall. She forcefully shoves her hands into her pockets as she sulks up to the vending machine. Father has since taken those words back but now and then they resurface. Now and then she believes those words more than any of the praises he has extended to her. 

She pushes a few buttons and hopes that whatever snack falls will be good, she hadn’t exactly been paying attention to which buttons she’d struck. It doesn’t matter, she’ll eat it anyhow, she is hungry and stressed enough. It’ll give her something else to put her attention to.

.oOo.

 Katara is no stranger to late nights--that's what the college experience is supposed to be about from what she has heard--staying up late and regretting it the next morning. She knows of only one other student who interprets that notion the same way that she does. And she doesn't particularly like that person. Not that she has ever talked to her, but she has always had this aura about her. Katara also doesn’t trust business majors on principle. 

Katara groans and rubs her head--it aches with the load of several study guides from several classes. She yawns and looks at her watch; nearly midnight. No wonder her stomach is rumbling. No wonder her eyes are beginning to gloss over.

Truth be told she isn't sure how much more she can cram, her head is overflowing with sociology facts and terms. She looks back to her watch, 12:02. She supposes that now is as good a time as any for a midnight snack run.

She rises from her chair and stretches her arms and legs. She swears that these exams are going to be the death of her. She has put enough caffeine in her body to take out a bodybuilder and she is considering another one. She is beginning to understand why Sokka had been so hooked on energy drinks. 

Yeah, that’s what she’ll get. An energy drink. She groans. That’s probably a horrible idea; what she really needs is some sleep. A lot of sleep. She puts on her fuzzy slippers–the blue ones shaped like dolphins–and ventures out in the hallway, trying her absolute best to not shut the door too hard, lest she earn herself a disgruntled, ‘you need to be quiet’ from that On Ji girl. 

Her legs feel so heavy.

Really, her entire body feels weighted.

More likely she simply has no energy to drag it much further. 

Katara groans again when she sees someone else standing before the vending machine and does so a third time when that person turns her head to reveal a familiar face. Even at this hour and free of all makeup, that face still has a remarkably self-important, cocky air about it. 

Reluctantly Katara pushes through that ripple of superiority that radiates from Azula and approaches the vending machine. She clears her throat and Katara swears that Azula jolts, if only a little. “I need to use that.” 

“Right. Yes.” Azula mumbles and, to Katara’s surprise, sidesteps out of the way. 

Perhaps it is the lack of sleep that puts her in a daring, or perhaps, uncaring mood. But she doesn’t stop herself from remarking, “I never took you for a midnight snack kind of person.”

Azula shrugs.

Of course Azula can only spare her a shrug. She probably thinks that Azula thinks that she should consider herself lucky for even being acknowledged by her. But then she replies. “I am usually not.”

“Well, what’s so special about tonight?”

Another shrug. 

Four words is probably just as much as Azula can stomach speaking to someone who had to save up and work extraordinarily hard to get into a university like this. This time her silence is much longer before she finally speaks, “why are you up? I thought that you didn’t like the people who pull all nighters.”

Katara considers mirroring Azula’s dispassionate shrugs. “Late night study session.”

Azula nods. “Yes. That’s why I am up.” 

“You study for your tests?” Katara scrunches her brows. “I always thought that…”

Azula half frowns. “I need to study just like everyone else.”

Katara bites into her newly acquired peanut butter protein bar. “Okay, now why are you really up?” She laughs. “I know a straight A student when I see one.”

“Because good grades also come naturally to you?” Something about her posture seems to relax. “Right, yes. You’re the student who got in here through exceptional academic performance…”

Katara grits her teeth, readying herself to sling some sort of comeback at her.

“This campus needs more of that.” Azula nibbles upon a chocolate bar. “A whole lot of idiots are walking around here because money can’t buy brains even if it's spent on ivy league education.” She takes another bite. “Acquiring brains would require Chan and Jet to actually show up to class and show up without hangovers.”

Katara laughs. Azula manages a laugh too. And then the silence resumes with Azula staring off at nothing in particular. A few times it seems as though she wants to say something else but ultimately doesn’t. Maybe she doesn’t know what to say. 

Truth be told, she hadn’t expected Azula to be so quiet and softspoken. She is always so confident and eloquent in class.

“So why are you up?”

Another shrug. 

Another pause.

“I suppose that I have trouble sleeping in places that aren’t home.” 

Katara can tell by the bags under her eyes that it is something more than that but she won’t push.

.oOo.

Azula finds herself biting the inside of her cheek. “Would you like to see my dorm room?” It gets quite lonely sometimes. More often than not she finds herself wishing that she had chosen to the same university as Mai, but she hadn’t wanted to go to a whole different country. She wishes that TyLee would have come along with her instead of going to cosmetology school. 

“Yeah.” Katara smiles. “Sure.” 

Azula’s tummy tickles. She hadn’t expected the girl to say yes. “Okay.” 

“...Okay.” 

Right, yes, she should start walking now. She gestures for Katara to follow and leads her to the door with the dragon painting. 

“Did you paint that?”

She shakes her head. “My brother did.” 

“He’s a good artist.”

Azula nods and slides her key into the lock. “It’s a little messy.”  She motions Katara in.

“Messy!? This is the cleanest dorm I have ever seen.” She looks around. “If you’re talking about those papers scattered on the desk…” Katara trails off into a laugh. She wanders about the room gandering at the books on her bookshelf and the strands of blue lights that she has strung up on the ceiling. She runs her fingers over some perfume and nail polish bottles and pauses to inspect the dragon sculptures and incense burners by her bedside. 

“I like these.” She points at Azula’s small collection of theater masks. 

“Mother gave them to me. I got a lot of going away and good luck presents.” She crawls onto her mattress and hugs a pillow to her chest. “Father gave me those speakers and the TV. And the violin. I think that he wants me to learn to play it.” She pauses. “I’m not musically inclined.”

“But you have a nice voice.”

“That doesn’t mean I can sing with it.”

“Have you tried?” 

Azula grimaces. “I don’t plan on it.” 

“Maybe one day.” Katara flashes her a mischievous smirk. 

Azula flops down onto the mattress. Her eyes feel so, so droopy. “Maybe I can help you study.” She yawns. 

“Help me study? You look like you’re going to fall asleep at any minute. I should probably let you get to that.” 

Azula’s stomach sinks, she isn’t ready to be alone yet. “I’m wide awake, I assure you.” She ends with a betraying yawn. 

Katara chuckles. “I can tell.” She pauses. “I should probably get some sleep too.”

Azula’s stomach sinks further as Katara nears the door. She has only just met her, it would probably be weird to ask her to stay the night. “When was the last time that you had a sleepover?” 

Katara tilts her head. “I have one every night with my roommate, Suki.” 

“I mean a real sleepover with music and magazines and gossip.” 

“Technically, never.” Katara confesses. “Toph and Suki were always bored by that and we would spend our sleepovers terrorizing my brother, Sokka.” 

Azula smiles. “Mai, TyLee, and I did that to my brother. One time we managed to braid my father’s beard before he woke up.”

Katara laughs again. “Yeah, we haven’t done that since we were kids.” She leans against the door. “Are you trying to imply that you’d like to have a sleepover?”

“That depends…”

“I’ll go get my pillows.”

“You will?”

.oOo.

The more time she spends with Azula the more apparent it becomes that she doesn’t seem to have a lot of friends. And now that she sees it, it seems pretty obvious. Azula always has kept to herself during class. She doesn’t think that she has ever seen the woman talking to anyone outside of class either. Nor in the cafeteria–come to think of it, she has never seen Azula in the cafeteria at all. She spots her sometimes in the book and coffee shop and she is always by herself. 

The more time she spends with Azula the harder it is to see why; she’s actually quite friendly–a bit of an awkward dork. A prideful, somewhat snobby dork. A dork who always likes to be right about everything but a dork no less. 

The more time she spends with Azula the more it seems as though she just has a very serious case of resting bitch face and a very serious case of resting menacing aura. An aura that sleepiness is slowly eroding. She rubs her eyes with the backs of her sleeves. Baggy sleeves that cover the entirety of her hands. She is so much smaller without those high heels. 

“Are you ready to go to sleep?” Katara asks. 

She is met with a sleepy mumble that she can’t decipher. It is an answer in itself. Azula has already curled herself up under the covers with her head burrowed deep into her mountain of pillows. Katara would wager that she is already asleep. Sleep that was probably very long overdue. 

She gets the sense that Azula has trouble sleeping. “Goodnight.” She says just in case and turns off the lights. Perhaps she could have a few more sleepovers with Azula. Perhaps, if things go well, they can be roommates next semester. She thinks that, that could be good for both of them.

#avatar the last airbender #azula #katara #azutara #fanfiction #one shot

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Oh, Brother Chap. 26

Summary: When your mom springs seven stepbrothers and new stepdad on you, you have to be wary. But they can’t be that bad. Can they?

Warnings: Stepbrother au, yandere au, violence (not towards mc), mentions of blood, kidnapping, little space

“What even is this?” Yoongi grumbled, tearing through every bit of the black car. The normal pristine interior was nowhere to be found, instead it looked as if somehow had done their own digging. Coins were tossed about, not in their normal spot amidst a small pile of masks, and important papers. Those were gone too, leaving only smudged fingerprints. His hands found the only unexplored crevice on the driver side, digging until his hands found a smooth leather wallet. He pulled it out, and showed the still full remains to his brothers.

 “There’s no fucking way he’d leave this. Something’s wrong.” 

Your boys let out a low mummer of agreement, Jin’s hold on you only tightening as they stepped closer to the frosted doors of the entrance. The muggy weather made the door a mirror that you could watch your daddies through. Your wide eyes took in the worried glare on your daddies faces. 

The door swung open under his pull, slamming into the concrete wall behind it. It bounced back, shutting behind them. You pulled away from Jin, trying desperately to reach the swinging door, But his hold didn’t falter. Instead, his grip on your wrist tightened, not letting you slip away. 

“Let me go!” You tugged more, stomping your foot against the cracked concrete. He glowered, grunting as he pulled you back to his chest. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, muffling your angry yells. 

“I need to go! let me go! Bubba!” 

He intentionally rocked you, ignoring the fists pounding into his shoulders. 

“They’re gonna find bubba, one way or another. It’s going to be ok.” 

Your sobs continued. “No, It’s not.” 

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“Oh fuck.” 

Taehyung and Yoongi crowded around droplets, the crimson nearly glowing in the dim hallway. Jimin and Jungkook soon followed, their eyes having been preoccupied with the impeccable state of Namjoon’s office. It was normally the least clean thing about him, papers of importance separated by tall piles and clogged drawers. It was too clean, too organized for a frazzled tornado of a man to have just spun through. 

They followed the droplets down the hallway. With each step they got smaller, shrinking as they approached their origin. Soon, creeping back towards the office, they stopped. right in front of his office was the reception desk, and a small pool of dried blood. 

“Isn’t that-” 

“The bitch who got too friendly with our family? yes.” 

“We need to go.” 

They all agreed, and raced to the front door. 

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Namjoon slammed into the floor, the radiator bars flying across the room when he let out his final desperate act. His hands were still cuffed together, and blood dripped down his wrist quickly, close to staining the cuffs of his rolled up sleeves. He knew he couldn’t stay here long, not if he wanted to see his baby again. 

He raced out of the small room, just as gas started to leak from the broken and bent pipes. 

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“Are you the housekeeper?” 

Hoseoks mouth fell open, a silent shock leveled across his face. It might have made him laugh, if his hopes of punching his brother hadn’t been up. She was more disheveled than at the airport. Honey blonde hair was thrown into the greasiest bun he had ever seen, and obviously hadn’t looked in a mirror anytime soon. Mascara was smeared across her lids, as if she had been wiping at them every ten seconds.

“No.” 

He watched as Cindy shuffled from side to side, The key to his home disappearing into her sweatpants pocket. 

“I just came to check..” Her words tapered at Hoseok’s judgmental expression, and caging of the door. 

“ -On Namjoon? I can’t find him either, did he not show up for work?” 

Her face softened, and let her hands fall from their tight ball to her sides.  “Yes! I mean, no.. no he didn’t” 

Hoseok hummed, what a stupid move. “Well, you can come on in. We might be able to figure out where he went.” 

She smiled, and walked past him with a graceful and assured posture. “I’m sure we can.” 

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“Where are we going?” Jin asked, the words in rushed Korean.

 “To his assistants house!”

Yoongi’s foot pushed the pedal flush to the floorboard, turning just as a yellow light turned red. A car honked at them, colorful words flying across the intersection. 

You heard them all talking over each other, sharps turns sending you and Seokjin skidding across the leather seats. His hands kept you close, never leaving you as Jimin barked out, what you assumed were, directions to the front seat next to you. 

After a 10 minute drive was turned to five, the car slowed to a creeping crawl. 

They all fell out of the car and rushed to the front door as it flung open. Namjoons body fell to the ground, and you were just stepping out of the car as he screamed something in Korean. His voice was hoarse, breaking on nearly every sound. Their heads snapped to you stepping closer. 

“Stop!” Jimin screamed. He rushed towards you and pushed you into the car. You could barely make out the rest of his brothers pulling namjoon up and carrying him to the car from the windshield. 

“The house has a gas leak and is about to blow. I need you to text hobi and tell him that Cindy hurt him ok? We have him and are coming home.” 

Jimins hands came to either side of your face, gently pulling you to look at him. “Baby. Look at me.” 

You did. 

“Can you do that for me?” 

You nodded. You felt your headspace shift, and your resolve harden. 

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Hobi checked his phone, listening to Cindy in her delusional rant. As she rambled on about her change of heart towards kids, your text popped up. 

Doll: Cindy had namjoon in her house, we have him now and our on our way home. look for her. 

He chuckled at his phone, and leaned his head back before responding. 

Papa: I have her. 

It only took a second for your reply to pop up. 

Save her for me

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Namjoon was pushed between you and Jimin in the back seat, either of you holding onto his wrist to apply pressure. Namjoon leaned his head down to press kisses against your sweaty temples. 

“I love you so much bug. so much. You mean everything to me. You and your annoying ass ringtone.” 

You coughed up a laugh. 

“You love my annoying ass.” 

He winced as he readjusted in the seat. “Damn right I do.” 

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Cindy cocked her head. “What's so amusing, Mr. Jung?” 

He cocked his head back, a smug smile on his face. “You.” 

He laughed even more at her taken aback expression, rising from the couch to look down at her on her seat. 

“You think Namjoon loves you? You think he wants a family with you?” 

She sprang up at his questions, yanking her pencil skirt down as her eyes widened like a lighthouse of instability. 

“I know he does.” She hissed, gritting her teeth at him. She pointed a finger at him, and barreled it into his chest. “He’s already a father, he picked out a little girl just for us.” 

She withdrew her hands, smoothing down her hair as she hmphed in triumph. Hoseok glowered at her, nearly snarling. 

She giggled, “If you'll excuse me, Mr. Jung. I must go find my fiancé.” 

“He is not your fiance.” He gritted, his hands curled into tight fists in his pants pockets. 

She scoffed. “I’m too busy to be having-” 

“And she is not your little girl!” 

He swung his fist into the side of her skull, right into her ear. She fell into the side of couch, the other Side of her headed jolting against his fist once more. 

He watched in satisfaction as her body slumped onto the living room floor. 

“Tearing you apart is going to make my little girl so happy.” 

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[metacrisisdoctor]

Lying with this love, that’s where he’ll be

an alien intruder makes itself known in the tyler household. for the @tentoorosemicrofics challenge. i used “icy” as the prompt. cookies for anyone who understands what the title is a refence to!

1.7k. family fluff. post empire of the wolf.

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Like most things, it will all make sense in retrospect. Or at least some of it will.

The situation is starting to come into focus now, really- the thought of what could be happening so terrifying Rose can only mentally kick herself for letting the Doctor wander off into the snow to get her some aspirin for her cramps.

("Never doubt my love for you, Rose Tyler. This stuff could kill me.")

Well- what she had thought were period cramps.

Cramps have never felt this bad though, and the only thing Rose can focus on is the terrified look on her daughter's face. And the pain. Oh God, the pain. Splitting pain radiating from her womb and spreading, spreading, spreading until she can barely walk over to the sofa, even with Mia holding her arm and leading the way with a patience no teenage girl can muster unless they're really scared.

It's then that is clicks. The only time she's ever felt this pain was seventeen years ago.

She's in labour. And she hadn't even known she was pregnant.

This universe has a sense of humor, doesn't it? Hard to deny that now.

For years Mia had begged them for a sibling, and they'd tried. Of course they had. Many times, without complaint. Sometimes multiple times a day, as due diligence. They had a name picked out and everything, the perfect name. And when the Doctor saw a tiny suit or miniature converse, he couldn't help but bring them home.

They'd tried until they could say that one child was miracle enough, and after a while Mia had contended herself with an orange cat that the Doctor pretended to hate and playdates with Tony.

They were happy. They are happy. 

Happiness comes and goes, however. In this moment, happy is certainly not the term she would use.

The contraction that takes a hold of her is so intense that her knees give out. It increases until she can't help but scream in agony while Mia holds her waist. A drop of sweat falls into Rose's eye and blurs her vision when she opens her eyes. The room seems bigger than it ever has, the couch never so bloody fucking stupidly far.

"Don't die," Mia whimpers. Rose can feel her daughter's arms trembling, and she knows she's crying. There is nothing Rose wants more than to comfort her, to stand up straight and tell her that she's fine. That she isn't dying. But she can barely string together three words.

Three words are better than none, "I'm gonna alright." 

Mia sniffles, "I love you, Mummy."

And blimey, Mia hasn't called her anything other than "Mum" or "whatever," in ages. It's enough to to make her laugh, tears springing to her eyes at how young Mia sounds. But it makes her heart hurt too. Mia really thinks she’s watching her die. 

The pain ebbs into a dull ache, giving her enough reprieve to say those words back and keep moving. When they finally make it to the sofa, Rose pulls her phone from her pocket to call her husband. Her hands are slick with sweat and the device slips from her hands like butter and clatters to the floor.

Rose curses, taking a deep breath. "I need you to call your father. He should be back soon, he just went to the store but we should warn him... before he gets home."

Mia's eyes are as wide as saucers despite the sleep lines on her face and her messy braid. Guilt twists inside Rose again. She had hoped this, whatever it was, wouldn't wake her. But it did, of course it did. She was having a baby for Christ's sake.

"Warn him about what?! We don't even know what's wrong. We have to get to the hospital."

A furious shake of the head has Mia's mouth closing back up. She lifts her hips and starts tugging her sweatpants down. "No time. Baby's coming."

"Baby?! Since when are you pregnant?!"

"Hell if I know!"

Just then fresh, freezing air spreads throughout the room, cooling Rose's burning skin as the Doctor bursts through the door. The small bag of pain killers and crisps in his hand looks equal parts ridiculous and terribly endearing. He has snow on his shoulders, piled on the blue wool of his coat, soaking his cotton jim jams and stuck to his hair.

He's panting like he's been running, his own terrified expression mirroring Mia's- but it's clear that he heard every last bit of their exchange before opening the door.

"I already called him," Mia explains, tapping her temple a bit smugly, "with my mind."

Before Rose can respond something cheeky about their alien mind connection the pain rips through her again, and she slides off the sofa and onto the floor with a groan. She tastes blood and realizes she's biting her cheek. 

Snow tracks across the room as he makes his way over to them. He quickly shrugs off the coat and kneels on the floor in front of his wife. His hands are cold as ice and Rose flinches when he gently touches her thigh, then leans down to have a look.

"Oh hello," he croons, before looking back up and smiling widely. "You're crowning. I can see the head. Looks like I'm right on time for once."

"I didn't know," Rose sobs, thinking of all the glasses of wine she's had. The prenatal pills she should have taken- especially at her age. It's hard to know exactly how old she is anymore, but above forty is a good guess. She thinks of the spotting she had taken as her period, as menopause kicking in.

The small, tiny bulge that she had thought was bloating. But it was a baby, their baby, somehow hidden away in her own body.

How could she have been so blind?

"Rose, I know what you're thinking but it's alright. None of us knew. But I don't think our child wants to be ignored any longer, eh?"

They share a small smile and Mia nods in agreement, pushing the sweaty hair away from her mothers face. Rose attempts to pull her hand from Mia's but the teenager refuses to let go, determined. "I'm not leaving."

It's all goes so fast then, nothing like her seventeen hour long labour of years past. The silence of the night is filled with the sounds of one small, (mostly) human life making it's way home.

"Come on, you're doing so well. Just one big one for me."

Her red, blotchy face scrunches as she pushes one more time.

"I'll catch you," the Doctor says, and she knows he's not talking to her anymore. Suddenly, she really really want to meet her baby. It's as if she can't wait another second to hold them. Besides her Mia gasps and let's go of her hand, finally, to whip off her favourite pink hoodie for the Doctor to wrap the baby in.

Just like that it's over. Her husband makes a sound of victory, between a sob and cheer. The room is suspiciously silent though, and she sits up straighter, trying to get a look at them despite her pain and confusion. The entire room smells like copper.

Her voice is raw and trembling when she speaks, "Why isn't he crying?"

He's so small, the chock of brown hair on his head the only thing making him seem bigger than he is. 

Fear contracts around her heart like scar tissue, old memories of children they have both lost in their time apart bubbling to the surface of the ocean of her mind and threatening to pull them down into an abyss she doesn't know if they could ever come back from. She watches as the Doctor rubs circles on the baby's back, his face tense. After what feels like an eternity, a piercing cry fills the room.

"That's more like it," the Doctor chuckles, his voice thick with unshed tears. Relief courses through her entire being, her arms opening instinctively. "I think he was asleep."

It makes sense doesn't it? At least in her mind it does. Mia had been non-stop energy, dancing on her bladder at all times. Takes after her father. Maybe this one shares her love for sleeping in. But even if he doesn't, she doesn't mind one bit.

"Where have you been hiding?" She murmurs as their son is place on her chest, wrapped in his sisters love, delivered from his father's hands. The three of them sit in stunned, awed silence until he settles, making small snuffled sounds into Rose's sternum. 

Mia's words are accompanied by a small giggle. "A little stowaway, he is." She tugs the fabric that obscures his slimey little face down to run a fingertip over his features, amazed that her little brother has finally made an appearance.

Rose marvels at how well the Doctor is taking this, how perfect the timing is. He had been so afraid to be a father again. If it hadn't been for Tony, maybe he would have been able to open his heart to this part of himself again, but she's so glad he did. Fatherhood fits him like a glove, like he was born for it. But if Mia had been a surprise, she doesn't know how he would have reacted. 

Everything worked out just as it should have, it seems.

In a few moments they will rush to the hospital, they'll call Jackie and tell her there won't be a Christmas party this year after all. There will be months of nappy changes, and sleepless nights and guilt followed by comfort. By happiness. By love. Always, always love.

Now, at three in the morning, there is a moment of complete serenity as snow continues to fall around their townhouse. The fireplace crackles. All old wounds heal.

A family of four, propped on the floor, nestled safely in their home.

"It's good to finally meet you, Jack." the Doctor whispers then leans toward and presses a kiss to Rose's brow, then one to Mia's before making his way back down to the newest member of their family. "And don't you dare let your grandmother think we named you after her. I'll tell you now, in fact, at two minutes old, that you were named after-"

—

Somewhere in a world not much different than their own, Captain Jack Harkness suddenly looks up at the sky and smiles.

He doesn't know why.

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