#that line was particularly groan-worthy

[infinitelilith]

Dude don't say that like it's a good line (this guy works for Square)

#in a game that already overused The Prelude in its soundtrack #that line was particularly groan-worthy #it'd be funny if they played it in a cheeky way or if it was in a game that took itself considerably less seriously #but man they really thought they were cooking huh #ffxvi #ff16 #final fantasy xvi #final fantasy 16 #final fantasy #don't read this but uhm the more time goes on the more I feel like I have to accept that I thought FF16 was kinda bad lol #it's great in some places but such an embarrassing disappointment in others. the highs are pretty high but the lows are SOOOOOO low #although I haven't played the DLC yet and that'll probably improve the game as a whole but the base game? #kinda sucks a little bit (it's still a 7/10 tho at least) #oh and for the record: if you're a FF16 fan then that’s awesome!! I'm genuinely glad you love it!! #I wanted to love it too! Really badly!

[heesdreamer]

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PAIRING ➩ hyung line x reader

SUMMARY ➩ life brought you four boys at different times, somehow knowing when you needed them most. how could you possibly choose?

WARNINGS ➩ sexual content, um they’re very punk so piercings, fights, etc

WC ➩ 12.7k

AUTHOR NOTE ➩ so this one’s a little out of the ordinary but i hope you like it because i do despite the issues it gave me lol. little reminder that you can request additional scenes or specific scenarios you’d like to see but i don’t think ill just write a “part 2” also i originally started this as a specific member one shot try to guess who she was going to end up with! (NOT PROOFREAD)

There were three rules you religiously followed when it came to hooking up with people and any sign of them even slightly bending and you were gone before your side of the bed had even cooled.

The first one was the most simple and the one people had a problem with the least, no exclusivity. You didn’t want to belong to anybody and considering the crowd you ran with seemed just as against commitment, you didn’t find yourself having to argue this point a lot.

Your friend group had been close since a young age, only adding on a few additions as you all got older and branched out into different social circles, some of you bringing back worthy contenders into the main group of people. But for the most part things remained tight between you all and you liked it best like that, knowing the scandal that could unfold if some of your weekend activities were made public knowledge.

You’d met Jake and Sunghoon fresh into elementary school when they moved into the house next door, Jake’s parents taking in Sunghoon pretty much full time to the point he had his own bedroom in their house. You’d learn over time as you got closer to them that his home life was shaky and he slowly and slowly stopped going home at all as the years passed.

Jake caught your attention from the first night you’d seen him, standing on your porch in front of his parents legs with a scowl on his face and messy hair.

The same scowl he had now as he leaned back against the couch you were sat on, groaning and settling his feet into your lap. Jake wasn’t necessarily the troubled kid your parents had made him out to be, growing concerned and warning you away from him once they realized he had caught your interest. He was more sensitive than he let off and could do more damage with his clumsy feet and the way he threw his whole body into a laugh than his fist, but his bark was always a lot bigger than his bite.

You liked him immediately.

You’d spent the first few months of knowing him watching him from your porch and he tried to learn how to skateboard, seeing him fall and scream words that you’d only ever heard your parents say when they were particularly stressed about something.

He’d fall off the board a few times and you’d watch him stand back up, knees and hands bloody from smacking against the concrete. He didn’t pay any mind to it and you wondered if he felt any pain at all.

When you were 16 years old, you let him take your virginity. You’d spent the previous hours leading up to that drinking on a random week day, Sunghoon having thrown up in the kitchen sink and then falling asleep sprawled across the cold tiles.

You were both young and drunk, extremely stupid, and his handsome face was rambling about something that had happened in detention that pissed him off when you sloppily fell forward on your hands and kissed his sneering face.

It wasn’t good and it definitely wasn’t romantic but you trusted Jake more than anybody on the planet, with Sunghoon following at a tight second place, and you didn’t regret it the following morning. Jake, of course, showed no sign of awkwardness and if you didn’t sleep with him yourself you would’ve had no idea anything had even happened between the two of you.

That’s what you thought at least, quickly being proven wrong over a hungover breakfast when Sunghoon immediately sniffed the two of your out and bluntly announced it in the middle of the quiet restaurant.

That was your favorite thing about being friends with Sunghoon, you absolutely never had to worry if he was telling the truth or sugarcoating things to protect your feelings. He couldn’t care less how you reacted to his honesty, as long as he told you exactly what he was thinking.

Sometimes when Jake had little outburst of anger or isolated himself from the two of you, Sunghoon staying temporarily at your house during those times, you got stuck in your overthinking about him. If he actually liked being your friend or if you were just leeching onto him and he was tolerating your company for convenience.

You never had to think about that type of stuff with Sunghoon, directly opposite to Jake in the way he handled his emotions. You figured that’s why they managed to be so close for so long, their differences balancing each other out.

It became apparent to you that Jake had a habit of befriending people different than him when you finally graduated from high school and all entered college together (Sunghoon had been accepted to better schools but he didn’t want to miss out). It had only taken a week of classes before Jake was showing up to lunch dragging a boy you hadn’t seen before behind him.

The boy looked nervous and you watched them as they approached, getting the urge to push his round glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

“Made a friend.” Jake was declaring as he swung his leg over the tables seat and smiled at you and Sunghoon. He looked back at the boy impatiently and patted the spat next to him, implying he wanted him to hurry up and sit down.

“If he kidnapped you let us know.” You were addressing the boy, a bored tone in your voice at Jake’s antics. “Sunghoon can hold him down while you get a head start.”

He looked like he didn’t know if you were joking at first, eyes going to Sunghoon who had looked up from his plate and was observing the stranger with his usual stony face. Then Jake was bursting out into a laugh loud and you cracked a smile, extending a hand towards the boy who relaxed slightly.

Lee Heeseung was a stark opposite to your trio, even more so than your usual dynamics. Jake explained he had befriended him because he was smart and you were all struggling, minus Sunghoon but he was less than helpful when it came to helping you out with academics. Immediately following up and saying that he seemed cool too when Heeseung shot him a hurt expression at his shallow reasoning.

You found Jake’s influence over people very interesting from somebody who was unaffected by it for the most part. You wondered if people were partly fascinated by him because they carried the very human urge to fix things that they deemed broken.

You’d seen it on random people who’d been in your life, classmates and week long girlfriends who’d came and went quicker than you could memorize their names but it was especially noticeable in Heeseung, more apparent as the years went by and he remained in your lives.

It was hard to remember when exactly in time he had stopped being so quiet, stopped being so kind and dedicated to his studies and started to become a bit more like you and your friends. You felt small pangs of guilt when you’d come home to your shared apartment and see him sitting on your couch in a haze, missing another important class that just six months ago he would’ve broken into a nervous sweat over.

Still, he was an adult and capable of making his own choices.

“This is a terrible choice.” Your voice was mumbling today, watching him as he was perched on your bathroom counter with his back pressed against the mirror. You were stood between his knees and staring at his face with a disappointed look.

“You’d do it for Jake but not for me?” He was complaining, trying to get on your good side.

You fiddled with the metal stick in your hand and glanced down at it. Last week you had drunkenly fulfilled Jake’s request for a home style eyebrow piercing, amateurly piercing his smooth skin and ignoring Sunghoon’s groans of disgust at the blood dripping down his forehead.

“Jake’s an idiot.” You sighed and pressed the sharp point of the needle into your thumb for a second. “That’s why I don’t care if he looks like an idiot.”

“When’d you get so motherly Y/N.” Sunghoon’s flat tone was ringing from behind you and you looked over Heeseung’s shoulder at the mirror, seeing him leaning against the doorway and watching the scene play out.

“I don’t know, I guess something about cleaning after three boys in their 20’s for four years does that to a person.” You were sarcastically responding, bitterness in your voice. His mouth quirked up into a half smile and you grinned at his reflection.

You looked back at Heeseung who was watching you with excited expectant eyes, bangs pushed back so you could have clear access to his eyebrow when you inevitably fell for his begging and negotiating. You hummed at his expression and stood on your tiptoes, pressing forward to kiss him.

He wasn’t at all surprised by this, or unnerved by the fact Sunghoon was standing right there and still watching the two of you even when his hand came up to hold your hair.

Bringing you back to your original point and the most important things to you as you entered your young adult life, your three rules.

No exclusivity was the most important to you for multiple reasons, the main being the fact it made your skin crawl for anybody to consider you something they owned, something they had any say over. And more selfishly, you’d quickly realized after sleeping with Jake that you liked sex.

You didn’t discover this through him, in fact after the first time you slept with him, the two of you never once spoke about it. Then three years later at a college party you were tipsy and dancing together, pressed tightly against his front and you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol running through you or the way he looked under red lighting but you suddenly found yourself desperate for him.

So you let him fuck you against the wall of a grimy frat house bathroom and tried not to think of the consequences with him panting into your open mouth and roughly tugging on your hair.

It’d been three years now and you’d still yet to feel any negative effect from that night, waking up the next morning to bruises on your skin and him sleeping off the liquor soundly next to you.

It almost drove you crazy how normal he was about it, how normal he continued to be every time he was coming into your room at night to let off steam or pushing against you in the kitchen. At a young age you admired the way Jake handled tough situations but as an adult it weighed heavily on your mind, not being able to get a read on his emotions.

So when he had walked into the living room after a late shift at work and caught you pressing Heeseung into the couch, mouth moving against his and his shirt thrown onto the carpeted floor, you aren’t sure why you expected him to care.

He froze for just a second, mirroring the way Heeseung did from underneath you. You sat up to look at him in the doorway, breathing heavily from your spot in your friends lap. He watched you for a few seconds, holding your worried gaze, before he was smirking slightly and walking down the hall towards his room.

Much to a distraught Heeseung’s displeasure, you were too thrown off by his reaction that you immediately hopped off the boy and you didn’t sleep together.

Still to this day you hadn’t ever fully had sex but you’d built up a casual habit of intimacy in other forms, including, and the one you did most frequently, kissing him. You liked the way he sent you a text when he couldn’t sleep, coming over to lay on your chest and get some rest and you liked sitting in his lap in a packed car and letting him rest his head on your shoulder.

So the first rule was silently installed and despite your initial confusion at Jake’s careless reaction you eventually found yourself thankful for how normalized it was in your small group to find comfort in each other in different ways.

The second rule started right around the time you met Jay.

It wasn’t often you yourself made friends outside of the boys, despite your frequent stops at parties and clubs you tended to stick near one of the three or make light conversation with somebody who knew one of them and you by association.

So when you brought home a boy after a particularly hazy night, spending an open weekend smoking on some random frat boys uncomfortable couch, it was a big shock to your roommates and best friends.

An even bigger shock when the next morning he was shirtless in your kitchen, cooking breakfast suited for five and acting like the scratch marks across his back weren’t an obvious tell to what you had been doing the night before, just a few feet from where they’d been sleeping. (Or not sleeping considering your lack of volume control.)

Somehow Jay had understood your friend groups dynamic without needing it explained, automatically fitting in and proving himself an asset both to the boys who happily devoured every home cooked meal they’d been missing out on, and to you.

If you need a distraction, an outlet for you to forget temporarily everything weighing heavy on your mind at night, you could call Jake over to your room or barge into his no problem. He wouldn’t ask questions, he wouldn’t give advice, he’d understand your silent need and pin your down and help you pretend for a few hours that things weren’t as bad as they were.

But that was where he was comfortable and you never experienced tenderness with him during those moments, not that you were complaining while it was happening.

Jay was similar to Jake in personality, although a lot less angry, but opposite to him in the way that he treated you during your time together.

So you established rule two in a whisper against his chest as he slept soundly, hand moving in slow soothing circles on your arm. You were absolutely not allowed to catch feelings.

You were reminding yourself of this now as you moved against Heeseung’s mouth, stomach pressed into the bathroom counter and the feeling of his knees on your sides. You pulled back from him and smiled at the way his soft pink hair was covering his eyebrows again, pushing it back so you could get a look at the area he wanted you to pierce.

“If she hits something important and you can’t move that side of your face you owe me 20 bucks.” Sunghoon was remarking from the doorway, still unphased by the kiss or the fact Heeseung’s lips were red and glossy now.

“Facial paralysis and short on cash? What kinda bet is this?” Heeseung was smiling over in his direction and you pressed his skin together softly, squinting your eyes to try to find the best angle to send the needle through.

You could hear the front door opening and closing, sound carrying easily in the small apartment. You weren’t sure which of the other two boys it was, despite the fact it was originally just you, Jake and Sunghoon living here the other two had gradually stopped going home over time.

Jay still had his own dorm, less than twenty minutes from your apartment since you lived right off campus but for christmas you’d gifted him his own key on a lanyard with your faces on it. As for Heeseung, you weren’t exactly sure when he had started living here but he was a permanent fixture now, bouncing between the three bedrooms and the couch.

“Are you guys ever going to be doing anything normal when I get home?” You could hear Jake’s tired voice getting closer, sounding half amused and half annoyed.

You imagined the latter emotion was due to the fact you were hogging the only bathroom, slapping Heeseung’s bare chest when he turned his head to look at the approaching Jake and messed up your measurements.

Heeseung smiled apologetically in your direction, leaning back down to kiss you again. You kissed him back for just a second before pushing his chest so he would sit still, eyes catching Jake’s in the mirror now that he was standing in the doorway with Sunghoon.

They were hardened as he looked at you and your expression fell slightly, not knowing if he was just in a bad mood in general or if you had done something directly to piss him off. As much as you cared for the boy, he was completely unpredictable in his mood swings and sometimes it was best to just leave him alone until he found an outlet for his anger. Sometimes said outlet leading him straight back to you.

As much as they both were judging you and Heeseung as you situated yourself again, they both watched with interest and let out sharp hissing when your shoved the needle through his skin. It came through the other side and you were relieved to see he wasn’t bleeding nearly as much as Jake had.

“I didn’t even feel it.” He was remarking with a small frown, like he was looking forward to the pain.

“It’s going to bruise.” You were explaining to him, having gone through the process yourself already twice. “You’ll have a black eye for a few days.”

“That’s kind of sexy though isn’t it?” He was smiling down at you, the needle still in his eyebrow and he groaned in pain when he tried to quirk it seductively in your direction. You laughed softly stop him and heard Sunghoon chuckle dryly from behind you.

“If she found black eyes sexy she’d just need to sleep with Jake more.” Sunghoon was saying, catching on to what Heeseung was implying with his comment.

“If she slept with me she’d never be able to fuck Jake again, black eye or not.” Heeseung joked back and you looked at Jake in the mirror again, jaw twitching slightly at the comments regarding him. You knew the boys were just having fun and typically he would know that too. You figured he must be in an extra bad mood.

You shushed Heeseung with a small shove to his chest, cupping his face to hold him still while you interchanged the needle for a small piece of jewelry with two balls on either side. He leaned into your touch and quieted down, stopping his jokes so he didn’t accidentally mess you up.

“Does it look good?” He was whispering once you’d put it through, trying to stay as still as possible.

It did look good, better than you’d originally thought it would and surprisingly nature on his kind face. You were reminded of the kind boy with fluffy black hair and big round glasses you’d met at the start of college and your heart softened slightly. As different as he looked aesthetic wise, he was still peering down at you with doe like eyes waiting to hear words of approval.

“You look hot.”

——

Sometimes you missed being a freshly turned nineteen year old, away from home for the first time and just getting by on gas station meals. You missed the free feeling that came with curing a hangover with more drinks and finally getting home from the night before after the sun has already risen.

You still carried some bad habits now that you were slightly older, in your last year of college and only now legally allowed to engage in all the things you’ve been doing since middle school but other things were overwhelmingly different.

“Literally what the fuck is the difference between a red and green pepper.” The reason for your thought process was speaking now and you looked over to see Sunghoon angrily glaring down at a piece of paper.

You wanted to laugh at the fact that he was having a rare show of extreme emotion at something as simple as a grocery list, but you held back. You walked closer to him and leaned against his arm, looking at the list Jay had sent with the two of you after he had gone through all your cupboards, becoming more and more appalled at every empty one.

“Aren’t you meant to be the smart one?” You muttered to him and he stuffed the list into his pocket, looking down at you from where you were still leaning against him.

“Maybe I’d know how to cook better if I hadn’t had such awful influences growing up.” He looked annoyed, face flat as he watched you but you knew him well enough to understand he was teasing you.

You took a step away from him with a sigh, scanning the aisle and shifting the basket that you were holding in your hands.

“Influence, singular.” You reminded him, excluding yourself from his comment. “Don’t complain too loud, I feel like Jay can hear you from the house.”

He looked amused at that and you started to walk down the aisle again, bumping into each others sides. As different and foreign as it felt, you were having fun with him. It was strangely domestic to be grocery shopping on a random week day. If you were lacking the dyed hair, piercings and specific clothing style, you imagined you’d look like a regular college couple with normal responsibilities and living situations.

“I’m sure he can. Everybody is so uptight there these days.” His voice was still light and flat as he voiced his concern and you frowned slightly, agreeing with him. “Is the sex not good?”

You shoved him once you processed what he was implying and he groaned, nearly knocking over a display of cans as he tripped over his foot. He steadied himself and gave a half smile down in your direction at your angry expression.

“I’ll have you know sex with me is amazing.” You were suddenly aware of your loud volume when an older woman passing by the aisle you were stood in gave you a disgusted stare, speed walking past you when you offered her a small apologetic shrug.

Sunghoon didn’t respond as he grabbed something off the shelf, tossing it into your half full basket and turning on his heel to head back to the front of the store where the registers were, now that your list was fulfilled. You followed him to the self checkout where he took it from you and started to scan the items slowly.

“I wouldn’t know.” He was saying after you’d gathered up the plastic bags and started to walk outside towards the bus stop. You were glancing over at him and cocking your head in confusion. He looked down at you and shrugged. “How sex is with you.”

You were beyond used to his bluntness and the fact it sometimes created uncomfortable situations, other times hurting your feelings even though at the end of the day you were always thankful you found out things from him first and directly. So you were only half thrown off at his comment.

And he was telling the truth.

You always wondered what he felt about the fact the two of you strictly didn’t sleep with each other or ever even do anything non platonic. You knew he would tell you if you asked but for some reason you never did and you never wanted to talk about it, this being the first time he’s brought it up on his own.

Truthfully you weren’t sure why you hadn’t. Sunghoon was probably the most stunning person you’d ever seen in your entire life, so pretty that you were genuinely taken back sometimes when you saw him doing casual acts around the house.

Not to mention how much hotter he was considering his usual attitude and demeanor. He was already strong in the literal sense but he felt sturdy and solid in his calm direct approach to things and you liked the way his dark eyebrows always stayed unmoving on his inexpressive face.

You think maybe it was a weird complex thing. The thought of sleeping with not only some, but all of your closest friends on a regular basis made you have a strange sense of insecurity. You knew they liked you and cared about you and if you decided one day to never touch one of them again that way, they’d accept it immediately and not treat you any different. You were their friend first before anything and you felt reassured in that despite your occasional habit to overthink.

“Do you ever wonder why?” You decided to ask him the thing you were curious about directly, knowing he wouldn’t judge you.

He took a second to respond since you were approaching the bus stop. He grabbed the bags you were holding and added them to his pile, setting them down on the bench as you stood together and waited for it to arrive. Eventually he was turning to peer down at you with a small look of amusement.

“Saving the best for last I guess.”

——

The third rule was one that needed no discussion, undeniably the one that needed to be honored above all else.

Sometimes you forgot about it, especially it’s importance. When you were at home and it was just you and the boys, you felt comfortable and hidden away in your little bubble of a world. Things were unconventional, maybe a little dingy and immoral at times but there was never any judgement and never any type of conflict you couldn’t work out with all of you together.

So when you left this space you were struck with the reminder that things were not like that in the real world. There was consequences to your actions and considering you were still in college and surrounded by your peers and gossip most the time, most your consequences were social.

You were currently sat on a couch at a party, a common occurrence still despite you not being at the age where you wanted to be black out drunk every saturday. You still liked to have fun, or at least watch the boys have fun while you sat and smoked.

It made you feel good to watch them feel good. You liked the way Jay danced with strangers, a bright smile on his face and you liked watching Heeseung chat animatedly with people standing near the kitchen, almost forgetting how shy he used to be. Sunghoon was typically with you or off somewhere doing… whatever it was he did.

You normally didn’t see Jake until the end of the nights, having to drag him away from an argument or a full out fight at least once a week if his attitude called for it. You were always amazed at his ability to have a problem with absolutely anybody.

So you were slightly surprised at the fact he was sat next to you on the couch right now, a hand on your thigh and his side pressed against yours tightly. He was passing the joint back to you and letting his fingers linger against yours when you went to grab it from him. You could feel him breathing against the side of your face and you almost wanted to laugh at how fucked up he was this soon into the night.

Sunghoon was on your right, similarly pressed against you but he seemingly wasn’t paying any attention to you. He was scrolling on his phone and occasionally watching the people drunkenly dancing on the floor infront of you.

“What was with your mood the other day?” You were speaking out a cloud of smoke, face curling into a grimace as you coughed and nudged Sunghoon to take it without looking, keeping your eyes on Jake. You blamed said smoke for being the reason you asked, normally you’d avoid it knowing it could go one or two ways with him.

“You worried?” He lazily smiled over at you and you felt his hand squeezing your thigh as he spoke. Thankful he hadn’t gotten defensive at your question, you leaned into his space slightly and shrugged.

His eyes were darting sideways suddenly and you followed his gaze, seeing a girl across the room watching the two of you. Her eyes were low and hazy as she took a sip of her cup and you glanced back at him in confusion. He kept his stare on her, either not noticing you were seeing him or not caring. His eyebrow was cocking in her direction and he squeezed your leg again.

You frowned slightly and leaned away from him, feeling your back bump against Sunghoon’s side and ignoring the noise he made.

From your knowledge, Jake didn’t sleep around a lot. He never brought girls back home with him and you or one of the other boys were there almost every time he went out, he stated once he simply couldn’t be bothered to do small talk every single time he wanted to fuck something. Even if the thought of him fucking somebody else when you were sat next to him bugged you a little, you had no right to say anything. However the fact he was only touching you as some form of flirting method with some random girl made your stomach flip in disgust.

You smacked his hand off your bare thigh, Sunghoon’s head turning at the sound, and scoffed at him. Now he finally turned his attention back to you, eyes sparking with slight anger and a challenge.

It was clear to you now that he hadn’t gotten over whatever was bothering him before and you frowned at the harshness in his eyes.

You scooted away from him slightly, now fully pressed up against Sunghoon to the point you were nearly halfway into his lap. Jake shook his head at your reaction, letting out a mean humorless laugh and standing from the couch, disappearing into the crowd of people.

“The fuck is his problem.” Sunghoon’s sudden voice caused you to jump slightly and you felt his arm move so it was resting on the couch behind your head, helping him get comfortable now that you were a lot closer.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” You frowned and shifted in your spot slightly, not understanding what he was possibly so upset about. You didn’t recall anything happening but then again, Jake didn’t always seem to need a reason to lash out. “He makes no sense to me sometimes.”

“I think Hee pissed him off.” Sunghoon was telling you and you were slightly surprised at the fact he had also caught sight of Jake’s reaction to Heeseung’s comments in the bathroom.

You looked over at him to find him already watching you, heads so close your nose brushed against his.

“Why would he care about that?” You were still frowning as you spoke and his eyes were looking down at your lips before meeting yours again. You’d never been this close to Sunghoon before and you were starting to think about the conversation you’d had at the grocery store.

“Maybe he’s worried Heeseung was right.” He said it like it was obvious but that confused you further.

“That still doesn’t make any sense. He knows I fuck Jay and he’s never cared about that.” You were reasoning your side of things but Sunghoon seemed pretty certain in what he was saying.

“Jay doesn’t fuck you like Jake does.” His voice was nearing a whisper as he spoke and you tensed for a second at his words. He was right of course, he always seemed to be, but you weren’t quite sure how he knew that in the first place.

He was staring at you intensely, somehow more intense than he usually looked, and you had a feeling he also knew that you were thinking over the things he had said to you at the bus stop. His hand that wasn’t around your shoulders was coming over and resting at your knee, pulling your legs forward so they were over his and you were halfway in his lap. You took the hint, lifting your butt up off the couch and moving forward so you were fully sitting on him.

He hummed softly in approval, looking up slightly now that you were sitting on him and above him. It didn’t feel weird or too new being this close to him. Living in the same small place and growing up together didn’t leave much room for privacy, you’d seen each other in different states of undress and slept together in beds on dozens of occasions.

Yet it was different all the same. His eyes were more narrow and hazy, a clear want in his expression and he was watching you with interest as your eyes studied his features from this angle.

“You think he’s worried Heeseung will make me feel better?” You continued on your conversation in a low challenging voice, trying not to flush when he was putting one hand in your hair and the other around your waist to keep you steady in his lap.

“Maybe.” He was mumbling, distracted now. “Or maybe somebody else.”

The implication in his words were obvious and a heavy tension settled over the two of you as he spoke his mind. His multiple shows of confidence made your skin feel hot and you had completely forgotten about the girl and Jake’s random attitude.

“I want you to show me.” You spoke bluntly, knowing he liked it best when you did that. He didn’t respond, quirking an eyebrow at you like he was expecting something. “Please.”

He let out another hum as you quickly pieced together what he was expecting and delivered it, your voice soft raising an octave and you leaned against him. You wanted to kiss him or have him touch you, not minding who saw.

“Rule number three.” He was basically whispering against your lips as he spoke and you frowned at his words, mind spinning and hazy from both the weed and the heavy tension between the two of you.

So it took you a second to understand what he was trying to say before you gathered your thoughts and immediately deflated in disappointment, knowing exactly what he was implying.

Rule number three clearly stated that the most important thing in your friend group was that nobody, and absolutely nobody, was allowed to find out about the things you did. It had actually been Heeseung who suggested this become an official rule, not just a silent acceptance. He wanted a firm promise that the entire campus wouldn’t figure out you were essentially all spit buddies.

You imagine you were already slightly teetering this line with the way you were perched on Sunghoon’s lap, especially with how rare it was he was seen interacting with somebody so openly and how obsessive his fan club could be. But you were sure it could be brushed off as the drunken need to have contact with somebody.

“Are you rejecting me?” You made sure to quirk your mouth into a small smirk so he would understand you were just messing around with him, waiting for him to take the bait.

“I’m actually trying to take you home.” He confirmed what you were thinking but for some reason hearing him actually say it made your cheeks flush.

You looked down at him for a few seconds, not saying anything just yet. Your eyes were going around his handsome features as you felt your resolve completely sway and shatter.

The two of you didn’t speak for a long time after that, not when you stood from his lap and took his hand in yours and not when you started to make your way out of the party. You briefly met Heeseung’s eyes as you pushed through the crowd with him behind you and he continued to watch you with a clouded expression until you were out the front door and into the cold outside air.

You didn’t speak when he whistled for a taxi, feeling less than sober as you leaned into his side in the backseat and pressed a kiss to his neck as he muttered your address to the driver.

He didn’t touch you the whole ride other than a hand on your hip and you were growing impatient and desperate, moving your mouth and teeth against his warm skin while he occasionally squeezed your side. If you cared a bit more you would have felt guilty for the driver regarding the loud noises filling up the otherwise silent car.

But your head was spinning with desire and you almost didn’t even realize the car was stopping and you had gotten out until Sunghoon was pushing open the door to the apartment.

The second you were inside your back was hitting the wall. He wasted no time and immediately was pressed against you, kissing you feverishly. You moaned against his mouth, hands going to his dark hair and making sure he couldn’t pull away from you.

You were drunk off excitement and lust, clumsily walking forward until his legs hit the couch and he was falling onto his back, taking you with him.

He laughed into this kiss and you smiled at him, pulling away for a second. You were suddenly hit with the fact that you were making out with Park Sunghoon, your childhood bestfriend who you’d gone over a decade without touching once. He seemed to be having a similar thought process, eyes darting around your face and back to your mouth.

You kissed him again and he groaned, hands clumsily sliding down your back before grabbing the back of your thighs and pulling you up slightly so you were more on his lap and not sprawled on top of him.

Your hips were moving instinctively at the new position, rubbing against him and drinking in the way he cursed into your open mouth. His hands were moving to the top of your thighs, kneading them as a form of relief and your breath hitched when his thumb accidentally dipped forward and pressed too close to your underwear.

He froze at the noise and pulled out of the kiss to look at you. His eyes went down to your puffy lips and then back to your low hazy gaze that was watching him as you panted. He pressed his thumb down again, purposely this time as he held your stare.

He smirked slightly at the way you immediately rocked forward, mouth parting in a soft whine as he kept his hands just a few inches away from where you needed them.

“Ask me.” He was leaning forward to speak, pressing his mouth against yours and you felt his tongue snake between your open lips. You unfroze at the feeling, closing your mouth around him and sucking his tongue softly while he waited for you to respond.

“Touch me.” You eventually breathed when you couldn’t take it anymore, your voice whiny and bordering on a beg.

“So now you want me to touch you?” He was humming mockingly, eyes darkening softly at your request. As attracted to him as you had always been, you never took too long to think about what Sunghoon would be like in bed. You should’ve guessed he wasn’t going to be easy on you, a mean tone to his voice.

“Please.” You were too desperate to show any dignity, grinding down into his lap again and kissing messily against his jaw. “Please I want you to touch me so bad Hoon.”

“So needy for a whore.” He was whispering the words but you caught it loud and clear, breath catching at the word. He noticed your reaction and you heard a smirk in his voice when he started to speak again. “Three cocks isn’t enough for you, right baby?”

You were nodding your head, sitting up slightly to look him in the eyes and make sure he knew you were agreeing with him. He smiled fully at this and kissed you softly, caressing your cheek and nodding along with you mockingly.

“I want you to speak.” He was repeating with a soft voice, directly contradicting the hard expression on his face.

“It’s not enough.” You were rushing out and you felt slightly embarrassed at how slurred your words were, not thinking clearly. “It’s not enough, I need you.”

He seemed momentarily pleased by your words but he didn’t say anything, still not moving his hand and just watching you. Your gaze fell down to it’s placement and you felt another wave of need pass through you at the sight of his large hand and long fingers resting just close enough to the end of your skirt to fuel your imagination. You put your hand ontop of his and looked at him, feeling satisfied when he didn’t tell you to stop.

You slowly moved his hand with yours, pushing your skirt up onto your waist so he could have a clear view of your panty clad lower half sitting in his lap. His breath hitched slightly and you suddenly were curious how often he had done this, if ever. You seemed to just now realize he’d never spoken about being with anybody and knowing him, that would be something he’d casually mention like it was no big deal.

You were distracted from this train of thought when he was suddenly kissing you again, your hand leaving his inside your skirt and coming up to hold his face so you could deepen the kiss immediately.

Before you could process the movement of his hand, you felt his fingers pressing against your underwear. His hand was practically cupping your entire core and you bucked into it instinctively.

“You’re so cute like this.” He was smiling into the kiss and curling his fingers so they were pressing against you harder, you were embarrassed at the way you pathetically held onto his broad shoulders and practically sobbed at the feeling.

“I’m always cute asshole.” You were pushing out, voice breaking. He laughed softly and kissed your cheek, a weird show of affection that almost caused you to pause your movements and question him about it.

He seemed to notice your change in demeanor and for the first time in a long time, you saw him look visibly thrown off and embarrassed. You quickly forgot about it when he was grabbing your hips and turning your bodies so he was on top of you now.

You didn’t think about it for the rest of the night.

——

“What’s going on with you and Hoon.” Heeseung’s tired voice was mumbling above you in your bed and you frowned against his chest although he couldn’t see it.

“What do you mean?” You were laid against him, leg thrown over his waist and hugging his chest. Your room was warm and silent, perfect for a nap before he started to speak.

“He brought you home the other night.” He was explaining in a weird tone. You could hear his slow heart beat and you picked your head up off his chest so you could look at his expression, eyes locking on his bruised eye for a second. “Never seen you guys do that before I guess.”

He was holding your gaze with soft eyes and you felt a bit worried at the hurt in his features.

“Yeah.” You didn’t explain any further, knowing the simple answer would tell him what he wanted to know and what he was asking without asking. You didn’t have sex with Sunghoon but you did go home with him. “Why?”

“What’d you guys do?” He asked, his hand coming up to push your hair behind your ear and rub against the smooth skin of your cheek.

You didn’t say anything for a few seconds, trying to think about how much you wanted to tell him about that night. You shifted in your place on him, basically laying on top of him with his hip between your legs.

“He fingered me.” You answered him bluntly and his eyebrows shot up, a small amused smile appearing on his face at the information. “And we just kissed alot.”

“Oh, you kissed a lot?” His voice was teasing and you were overwhelmingly glad that his weird expression from earlier was gone. He sat up slightly so he could lean closer to your face, pressing a small kiss against your lips and sitting back again. “Was he a good kisser?”

You groaned at his nosy line of questioning, laying your head down on his chest so he couldn’t look at your flushing face. You could feel him laughing with the vibrations against your forehead.

“He better be considering he watches us all the time.” He was continuing on and you picked your head up quickly, eyebrows furrowed in an accusatory stare.

“You like it when he watches us.” You pointed out and he shrugged with a small smile. You were the telling the truth, something he admitted to you during a particularly tension filled make out session you had at a party a year or two ago.

Sunghoon had been a few feet away from the dance floor, leaning against the wall and keeping an eye out like he always seemed to be doing. You were too caught up in kissing Heeseung to notice, his hands on your hips pulling you into him as you half danced half grinded into his leg.

“Our guard dog is watching us.” He was whispering into your mouth and you opened your eyes to look at him in confusion, finding his eyes over your shoulder. They were low and hazy, arousal apparent at the observation.

“Tell him to cut it out.” You were half whining, upset his attention wasn’t fully on you and too out of it to process his reasoning for saying it wasn’t because he was feeling uncomfortable. Quite the opposite you’d quickly realize.

Heeseung hadn’t responded verbally, instead keeping his eyes over your shoulder open as he grabbed your chin and pulled you in for a wet sloppy kiss, moving his mouth against yours deeper and deeper in a lewd display.

Thinking back on it now you shifted ontop of Heeseung, arousal flaring up at the thought of him keeping strong eye contact with Sunghoon that night. You wish more than anything you had been in sound enough mind to look back and see what his expression was, if it changed at all.

“So he was good then.” He hummed softly and cupped your face. His expression was a bit guarded again and you frowned causing him to mirror your frown in confusion.

“Why are you so curious?” You asked him softly but your heart felt tight and heavy, fearing you already knew what his response would be.

“Why not?” He shrugged again but it looked more awkward this time, like he was trying to fake casual. “You already know that I’m i-.”

“Don’t.” You cut him off quickly, freezing on top of him and you suddenly felt the urge to get off the bed. You didn’t because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings but you felt a sick wave wash over you when his eyes deflated looking into yours. “Don’t say it.”

You weren’t stupid and you knew Heeseung had feelings for you. It was obvious from the first year you’d spent together, back when he was still nervous and didn’t talk as much. He’d follow you around like a lost dog and listen to you speak with big wide eyes like every word was important to him. You ignored it at first because you figured it was just because you were the first girl he’d really spent time with, it would just go away with time.

You admit you still feel guilt sometimes now regarding the way your relationship progressed. Kissing him and letting him hold you while you slept together probably did nothing but sink him in deeper and confuse his feelings now that they mixed with arousal and want.

But you did love Heeseung. You loved all the boys and you wanted them to be happy and feel cared for no matter what. And selfishly, you liked how much he liked you.

He still, after years of having time to get sick of you, looked at you like you personally hung the stars. He made no move to hide the way he felt about you but you’ve warned him before not to say it. You reminded him of the rules and what it would mean if you heard the words yourself, how you wouldn’t be able to do this with him anymore.

He didn’t respond to your interruption and you laid your head back on his chest hesitantly, feeling relieved when he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you in a hug.

You still felt sick with guilt. You hoped he knew that you loved him too, even if you’d never say it yourself or allow him to. But things were far more complicated than being two friends inlove with each other and you weren’t willingly to pop your bubble just yet.

——

You were sat on the kitchen counter, watching Jay attempt to coach a simple meal prep, when Jake slammed the front door shut.

All four of your heads turned in his direction, Heeseung slowly halting mid vegetable cut in confusion. Jake looked over at the feeling of being stared at and glared in your directions, taking in the sight of everybody packed into the small kitchen.

“Hi.” You hesitantly greeted him. You weren’t sure if he was angry again or if this was his current resting face. “Do you want to come help? Jay’s trying to show us how to…”

Your words slowly trailed off as you watched him start to walk away, down the hall towards him room. He completely ignored you and you felt your heart sink.

Jake had mood swings, he was rude to strangers and he didn’t talk about his emotions or personal thoughts as much as you wished he did but he had never been this angry at you for this long and you still had no idea what was causing it. You always felt special at the fact he seemed to have a soft spot for you, outside of sex he was always gentle and showed you he cared about you in little indirect ways.

You felt a hand on your knee, rubbing it softly in an attempt at reassurance and you looked to see Jay’s worried expression watching you carefully. You imagined the other two had similar looks on their faces but you didn’t check to verify this, sighing softly and giving him an attempt at a smile to signal you were okay.

“You should go talk to him.” Sunghoon’s low voice was muttering and you looked at him now, meeting his expressionless face.

“She’s tried already.” Heeseung sounded annoyed and was shaking his head, eyebrows furrowing. You wanted to smooth out the crease in his forehead and remind him to be careful because his piercing but you stayed still. “He’s just in one of his moods.”

“No it’s different.” Sunghoon was responding, still watching you and you suddenly remembered what he had said about Jake at the party. You wondered if he knew more than what he was telling you or if he was just making his usual observations.

“If I go in there he’s either going to ignore me or tell me to fuck off.” You shook your head in denial, slightly anxious at the thought of confronting an angry Jake. You knew he’d never hurt you, or any of your friends, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a habit of saying harsh words for the sake of shutting people up. Even if he didn’t necessarily mean them.

“Then you can come back out here and watch a movie with us.” Jay shrugged like it was an obvious solution and you smiled at him because it honestly was.

As much as you wished Jake would calm down and join the four of you, you knew that regardless you could lean back on your friends and find comfort in them.

“If I’m not back in half an hour, save yourselves.” You were joking with them as you left the kitchen towards the bedrooms. You smile immediately dropped when you rounded the corner, feeling nervous for how many ways this conversation could go wrong. You reminded yourself again that this was Jake, the person you loved and trusted most in the world.

You kept repeating this to yourself as you knocked on his door, soft taps as you shifted from side to side and waited for him to open it and invite you. The door was swinging open and he was glaring down at you, one headphone dangling out of his ear.

“Why are you knocking?” He mumbled and turned to sit back on his bed. You felt stupid after his comment, considering he was right and you’d never had to knock on his door before.

“Didn’t know if you wanted to be bothered.” You shrugged and sat on the end of the bed near his feet, anxiously picking at a loose thread on your sleeve. He was watching you with a guarded expression.

“Well are you planning on bothering me?” His tone caused you to frown and look down at your lap.

“What did I do?” You felt slightly childish for your disheartened tone but you truly didn’t understand why he was treating you so bad. You glanced at him when he didn’t immediately respond and his face softened at your sad expression.

He sighed softly, taking his other headphone out and leaning back against the headboard. You watched him from the side of your eye as he patted the spot next to him and waited for you to climb fully onto the bed.

You hesitatingly did what he said. You didn’t want to acknowledge the fact it was rare you spent time in Jake’s bed with your clothes on. He wasn’t like the others in terms of cuddling or taking naps together and you slightly appreciated the show of vulnerability.

“You didn’t do anything.” He was saying once you were situated. You weren’t sitting that close but your shoulders were pressed together. His legs were laid out flat down the length of the bed and you were sat hugging your knees as they were pulled tight to your chest for comfort.

“So why are you being so mean.” You voice broke slightly and he swayed a bit into you, bringing your attention to him.

He was holding his hand out, palm up, on his lap and you looked at it for a few seconds in frozen shock. Jake was blankly offering you affection and comfort and you were starting to get worried something was really wrong for him to be acting so out of character. Still, you took his hand in yours and waited to see what he was going to say.

“I think I’m losing my mind.” He was laughing as he was saying it but it was dry and humorless, a sad heavy tone to his words.

You didn’t say anything and gave him a second to explain, squeezing his hand and trying not to think about how strange it was that he started to rub yours with his thumb in smooth circles.

“I think you’re making me lose my mind honestly.” He was turning his head to look at you for a second and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I’ve noticed it for a while but I think Heeseung being a dickhead really made it a sure thing.”

You felt like you were holding his breath as he spoke, still not sure where exactly this line of conversation was heading towards. You felt a tightness in your chest at the thought he might suggest you stop sleeping together, or even worse, you stop being friends.

Maybe hearing Heeseung directly mock him in a way, woke him up to the fact they were both involved with you.

“Then he told me you left that party with Sunghoon and I didn’t think I could ignore it anymore.” With every word he spoke you were becoming more and more certain your current arrangement wasn’t working out and he was about to completely remove himself from it.

“What can I do to fix this?” You were squeezing his hand as you spoke. You respected his comfortably but the thought of Jake not wanting to be with you anymore and thus pulling himself even further from your tight knit group made your stomach lurch.

He let out a soft laugh at your statement, shaking his head and leaning into you again so you swayed slightly to the side.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” He was explaining his reasoning for the laugh and still shaking his head. “I know the rules and I fucked up, it’s my fault.”

This confused you even further. What rule was he implying he broke? He could be saying he’s longing for exclusivity but he hasn’t broken that yet even if he is finding himself insecure or jealous and you highly doubt he’d told anybody about your arrangement considering he barely talked about it amongst the five of you.

“What are you talking about?” You urged and he slowly looked over at you again, an expectant and nervous expression on his face like he was waiting for you to piece it together any second now.

When you finally did you felt the breath get knocked out of you, your hand going limp in his and your mouth parting in a shocked exhale. He grimaced at your reaction but he didn’t move or pull away, letting you process the fact that he was seemingly saying he had developed feelings for you.

“I know you’re inlove with Heeseung… or maybe Jay I’m not sure but I just needed to tell you.” His voice was strangely vulnerable and for the first time in your life you were saying him look upset and out of control, his mouth moving faster than his thoughts as he rambled on. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick that probably didn’t help my case at all, I was just freaking out.”

You didn’t say anything for a while and tried to decide how honest you wanted to be in this situation.

He was right and you weren’t denying it anymore, feeling more and more suffocated everytime you felt your heart warm or your stomach tighten with happiness around one of the boys. He was right about who you were in love with and he was also wrong that you weren’t in love with him.

If anything, you had loved Jake first and most passionately. You’d been glued to him since the second you saw him on your front porch and you’ve stuck by him despite his bad habits and people constantly warning you that no good could come from a boy like that. Because good did come from Jake for you and you’d always been sure of that even when things were messy.

When you first moved in together and you had barely enough money for rent, Jake was working multiple odd jobs late into the night to make sure you all had meals on the table and you didn’t have to worry about missing too many classes to try to individually support yourselves. You were a family and you shared resources because you wanted to see everybody thrive together, not just one person or one pair.

Jake was the type of person who befriended Heeseung without a second thought because he looked lonely and nervous and he was the type of person who you still felt you needed to see at the end of a hard day even after all these years passed.

So you think a large part of you always knew you were in love with Jake, maybe that was the reason you’d established the second rule in the first place. You never thought he’d date you or even really see you as somebody he could do that with, normally teasing each other or sitting in comfortable silence outside of when you were having sex.

You let yourself bury it down deep, to never be unearthed, and you watched him continue to be the funny and out of the box boy he’s always been.

He didn’t need to know you loved him, you didn’t need to make things weird or ruin such a good thing while it had managed to survive everything else thrown your way. So to go through all that and now hear him say the things you’d been biting your tongue on for over a decade, you felt a bit breathless.

Your first instinct was to tell him he was wrong and that you did love him, more than he could ever know. But he wasn’t wrong and you felt bad lying to him.

But you also weren’t sure you could bring yourself to tell him that you loved the others too. You were barely processing it yourself, you knew of people who had multiple crushes or even multiple partners but somehow throughout this whole arrangement, you never considered being able to be with all of them at the same time.

On the other hand, you also never considered having to choose one of them.

Heeseung was the light you needed in your life. Things didn’t feel hard around him and you could just have fun and bounce off his intoxicating puppy like energy. And you knew he truly loved you, certain of it for the first time in your life.

He never rushed you to be with him or implied he was upset that you always stopped your hookups before things got to that point. He was patient and warm.

Jay was similar to him in that aspect but he had an added sense of being grounded that Heeseung lacked. He’d always make sure you ate on days you couldn’t find the space to remember and he took care of the other boys just as eagerly despite not knowing them for as long as you had all known each other.

Realistically Jay probably had figured out you loved Jake, being kind enough to never bring it up and only giving you vague advice when you inevitably found yourself teary eyed in his bed looking for comfort. It wasn’t a rebound thing, or seeking what Jake didn’t give you in him, you just genuinely felt most comfortable and safe when you were around him.

Sunghoon had been the most recent development for you.

He was always an anchor in your life, both as unruly kids and misbehaving teenagers. You knew nobody would ever be as important to you as him but you hadn’t fully considered the idea of being with him in the extra way that dating required.

Yet you hadn’t stopped thinking about what it felt like to kiss him and more importantly your mind had been replaying the gentle way he kissed your cheek. You’d never seen him with that look in his eye before and you wondered how long he’d been looking at you like that without you noticing.

“I am in love with Heeseung.” You finally responded to Jake now, turning on your knees so you could fully face him as you said the heavy weighted words. His face dropped at your sudden statement before he was slowly nodding in acceptance. “But I’m in love with you too.”

He didn’t say anything when you said this, face unchanging like he was waiting for you to deliver the punchline of a joke.

When he realized you were insanely serious, your eyes teary as you anxiously chewed on your lip and rocked slowly back and forth on your knees, a self soothing action you didn’t even realize you were doing, his face changed.

“Oh.” His one worded response made you feel sick and your watched him with desperate eyes as you waited for him to continue. “Somehow I didn’t see that coming.”

You groaned softly at his attempt at a joke, leaning forward so your head was hitting his knee and you were able to grab his hand that he had left loose in his lap since you abandoned it.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice broke in a cry and you looked down at your conjoined hands, not be able to see his confused expression for another second. “Do you hate me?”

“Hate you for what? Why are you sorry?” His voice was smooth and calm, taking you by surprise as he cupped your cheek with his free hand and lifted your head so you were looking at him again.

“Sorry for falling inlove with people you’ve spent your whole life with? What’s wrong with that?” He was reassuring you and you imagined you looked extremely confused and thrown off because he smiled softly.

You shook your head through your tears, face scrunched up as you tried to make sense of what he was saying to you.

“You don’t care that I’m inlove with somebody else, with all of you?” He didn’t look at all surprised as you spoke, bringing up the fact it was more than just him and Heeseung.

“I mean it’s definitely a surprise but it makes sense when I think about it.” He was shrugging and weirdly casual, almost like he was just relieved to have his feelings reciprocated. You never treated him any different even when you started sleeping with Jay or forming your strange relationship with Heeseung. He was starting to think you had way more than enough love for all of them.

It was silent for a few seconds as you both looked at eachother, observing the multiple pieces of new information you’ve just brought to light.

“Do they know?” He was asking after a bit, voice so soft it was almost a whisper.

“I’ve never said it until now.” You suddenly flushed at the reminder you had just casually done the one thing you swore you never would. He gave you a smile that looked prideful, like he was prepared to brag he heard it first. “I think if any of them know it’s Hee.”

“Because he’s obsessed with you.” He said it matter of factly, always teasing your friend for his obvious feelings towards you.

You half laughed at his joke, not fully being able to relax at the thoughts of how many different ways this could go wrong. Jake was okay with it but who knew how the others would react and even if they accepted it for now, you knew a relationship like this wouldn’t be easy or conventional.

You had no idea what you were going to do and you were starting to feel yourself cry again, squeezing Jake’s hand absentmindedly. He was scooting forward on the bed so he could wrap his arms around you slightly, rubbing your back.

“Maybe I should bring them in here and we can have a talk. Does that sound okay?” He was whispering and you were nodding your head before he even finished talking, knowing that was the best idea.

He pressed a loving kiss to the side of your head before getting up and disappearing out of the room.

You felt worse at his absence, scooting back against the headboard now that you were alone and sniffling softly as you anxiously waited for him to return, this time with a lot more company. You were trying to think of what you were going to say but nothing was coming to you and you realized you were just going to have to wing it.

That idea was completely blown out of the ball park when you actually saw them, following swiftly behind Jake with varying levels of worry and distress on their faces. Minus Sunghoon who seemed calm, more so than usual, and almost expectant.

They silently sat around the bed and you felt your heart warm slightly seeing them all together like this, knowing it could potentially be the last time you did if things were to go as wrong as you were expecting. Jake was scooting back into his spot beside you, Jay following so he was on your other side. Heeseung climbed into the middle of the bed and hesitantly placed a comforting hand on your knee like he wasn’t sure it was appropriate.

Your gaze locked on Sunghoon’s as he sat on the end of the bed, slightly distanced from the rest of you.

“Do you want to say it or should I?” Jake was murmuring from beside you and you appreciated his nice gesture, willing to take the heat of voicing it out loud.

“She should say it.” Sunghoon was immediately disagreeing in a stern voice and all of your eyes went to him. You noticed a slightly hurt look in his eyes and you were beginning to think he didn’t know as much as you assumed he did. “If you guys are together now, she should be the one to tell us.”

He immediately proved you right in your assumption, clearly misreading the situation and coming to a false conclusion.

You felt a heavy guilt and sadness wash over you at the thought of how he must’ve been feeling this entire time, sitting and thinking you had chosen Jake after just sending him mixed signals by hooking up with him. You wished he wasn’t sitting so far away so you could reach out and touch him but now you understood why he was.

“We aren’t together.” You were shaking your head and Jake nudged your side gently with his elbow, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively with a smirk and trying to lighten the situation. “Okay well maybe we are apparently but it’s more than that.”

You looked over to see their reactions and if anybody had caught on to what was happening yet. Heeseung was looking down at his hands with furrowed eyebrows, betrayal and sadness radiating off of him but Jay on the other side of you almost looked happy for you, a soft calm smile on his face.

“I want to date Jake.” You started to explain, hands coming out in front of you in slight frustration for your lack of words. You decided to just say it outright. “But I want to date Heeseung too, and also Jay. Sunghoon you too.”

Similarly to how it was when you said this to Jake earlier, the room fell silent and you almost bodily cringed at the way the words seem to just hang in the air obnoxiously. You wanted to curl into a ball and not move until they all left the room.

You didn’t want to look at their expressions, not sure you could handle the confusion and possibly heartbreak on their faces at this news. You were still figuring that this was going to be the end of it all and knowing you were sitting here and tearing apart your family for the selfish sliver of hope they could accept your feelings was crushing you.

“I mean,” Jake was clearing his throat from next to you and you glanced at him expectantly. “Feel however you guys feel but, just for the record, I’m okay with it.”

“What?” Sunghoon’s voice sounded just as upset as it had before you clarified and you forced yourself to look at him. His body was turned towards you guys now like he wasn’t sure he was hearing you properly. “How could you be okay with that?”

“Personally I don’t think it’d be that different.” Jay sounded casual next to you and you turned your teary eyes towards him just in time to see his shoulders fall from a nonchalant shrug. “I’m basically already dating Y/N while she’s with you guys so what’s the major shift in adding an official label to it.”

“She may be with you guys but she’s not with me.” Sunghoon was scoffing and you looked at him again, slightly hurt at his angry words. He wasn’t one to lose his temper but you imagine the fact it’d only been a new development between the two of you was making it harder on him than the others, who had plenty experience being with you. Both alone and in pairs.

“But I want to be.” You were telling him as earnestly as you could, scooting forward slightly so he’d keep his attention on you. You wanted him to see how sincere you were, not wanting him to feel like a last choice. “I’m not saying it just so you’re included, I really mean it.”

“It’s always been you and Jake.” He was spitting, looking more frustrated at your closing distance. “After all these years suddenly you notice me?”

The other boys didn’t say anything, understanding this was something that dated back before their addition to the friend group. You didn’t speak immediately either, professing what he was trying to say.

Sunghoon was displaying insecurity you’d never seen from him before and you felt a wave of guilt at the fact you’d never even considered it to be something he’d feel. If he had any feelings for you other than sexual, he’d done a good job at hiding it but you felt shameful that he had apparently felt left out or like you’d picked Jake over him at some point.

“You’re crazy Hoon.” Heeseung was finally speaking and Sunghoon dropped your gaze to look at the boy. You couldn’t see his expression since he was looking over his shoulder to face your upset friend. “I knew she was inlove with you guys the day I met you all, atleast you had a shot.”

“Are you not listening to what she’s saying?” Jay suddenly sounded annoyed and you could feel him tensing next to you.

The room got quiet again as you all looked over at him. You were starting to feel like you were getting whiplash from the constant focus changes, mixed with the different statements and scenarios suddenly being confessed.

“You all had a shot, and guess what it landed dude.” It was weird hearing Jay sound so fed up but as he implied earlier, he clearly has been observing this long enough to know it without being told, having entered the group most recently and spent alot of intimate time with you. “She loves you all, us all.”

He was looking at you as he said the last two words, correcting himself with a small smile on his face. You tried to return the warmness in his eyes despite the tears still clouding your vision.

“You love me?” Heeseung was talking again, sounding breathless like he had just fully processed what was happening. His eyes were big and round and you felt your heart warm at the sight of him. You knew suddenly that no matter what happened now, you had made the right choice.

“Of course I love you.” You said it to him more directly and he looked overwhelmed for a second before smiling softly at you and nodding.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t necessarily need to be making out with you idiots but I do love you guys too.” Jake was shrugging from beside you and you heard Jay snort a laugh on your other side at his casual comments.

“This is actually what you want to do?” Sunghoon was finally talking again but he looked and sounded a lot less angry, still having a slightly guarded expression on his face.

You looked at each boy carefully, all laying together in different ways on Jake’s bed and your heart felt full and happy, most of all safe. They’d been your family for so long and you didn’t want to be anywhere else, with any of them missing or somebody different in their place.

“More than anything.”

#enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fanfiction #heeseung #heeseung drabbles #heeseung x reader #jake enhypen #heeseung smut #sunghoon enhypen #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #heeseung au #jake fluff #jay enhypen #jake drabbles #jake au #jake smut #jay drabbles #sunghoon #sunghoon smut #jay smut #enhypen hyung line #hyung line

[faeprincefelix]

I was in your wet dream

Pairing: Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, swearing

You and Eddie have been best friends since forever. Sharing a bed is nothing new for the both of you, but when Eddie starts talking in his sleep everything changes.

You and Eddie had been best friends since infancy. In fact you didn't remember a time when he wasn't a huge part of your life. It had been you and him against the world for most of your early life. Your friendship circles getting a little bigger as you entered high school, but you still made sure to make time for each other. Eddie had come round to yours late this evening after a particularly hard day. Jason, one of the idiot jocks at school, had decided it would be fun to play a game where he and his tribe of idiots threw food at Eddie across the cafeteria. Though Eddie had laughed it off at the time and pretended he didn't care- simply making smart arse comments in reply, you knew that sometimes they got to him. Eddie didn't have a lot of people in his life who made him feel worthy, a fact you hated. It wasn't rare for Eddie to stay over at yours when he got like this, Wayne worked nights a lot and Eddie didn't want to be alone.  For most of your life you never gave sharing a bed with him a second thought but around six months ago your feelings had begun to wander past that line of friendship. You refused to do anything about it, you were Eddie's safe space and you didn't want to make things awkward and let him down. He'd been let down far too many times, and you'd be damned if you let your crush get in the way of the wonderful friendship you both had. 

You couldn't deny though, it was difficult being like this with him. His fingers curled into the front of your tshirt, head nuzzled into your back. You'd tried to fall asleep you really had, but your thoughts were racing. The weed you'd both smoked earlier wasn't helping to calm you at all. You thought instead about what you'd do to Jason Carver if the law didn't exist. Jason had been obsessed with putting Eddie down for years. You hated him. Hated what he stood for. Hated that people in that school treat him like a god. More than anything you hated that you weren't there with Eddie anymore. He didn't need your protection and was more than capable of defending himself but that didn't mean you didn't want to be there to support him still. 

Eddie shifted in his sleep, his hand slipping to your waist. You cursed in your head at the electricity it sent through you. You closed your eyes, once again trying to fall asleep, then all of a sudden a soft moan fell from Eddie's lips. Another, deeper this time. He was mumbling but you couldn't hear what he was saying. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying desperately to fall asleep immediately and shut down the reaction you were having. 

"Oh fuck yeah" Eddie moaned, loud enough for you to hear this time. It took a few seconds for you to realise what was going on. Blood instantly rushing to your cheeks as you put it all together. Shit. You didn't know what to do. If you moved you'd wake him up and the last thing you wanted was for him to get so embarrassed about it that he left. You had earplugs in your bedside drawer. If you could just manage to reach for them then you could pretend none of this was happening.

"Yes y/n- just like that" Eddie mumbled, more moans falling from his lips. Your eyes were wide with shock and you almost thought that you'd misheard him til he groaned your name once again. You didn't know what it meant, didn't dare to dream. Eddie adjusted his position, his hard cock pressing against your arse and you whimpered. Carefully you moved his hand off your waist, turning on to your other side, facing him. You had put more distance between you, still unsure of what to do.

"Eddie" you whispered, tentatively stroking a hand through his hair. He stirred a little but was still lost in the dream. You repeated his name, louder this time, hand nudging him. His eyes fluttered open, goofy smile on his face at first. One that quickly fell as his brain caught up with the situation.

"Shit" he cursed "i- shit- was i talking in my sleep?" Eddie wasn't really asking, you could tell by the way he was looking at you. He clearly knew you were aware of what he'd been dreaming about. "Fuck- I-" he stumbled over his words, shuffling back on the bed

You reached a hand out to stop him, fingertips brushing back and forth on his skin "it's okay Eddie". He looked at you confused. Studying you for a second, before his eyes wandered down, stopping when he saw your hard nipples through your t-shirt.

"Oh" he swallowed. You wanted to say something, but you didn't know how. Both just staring at each other in shocked silence. Eddie was the one to make the first move. He reached out, fingers delicately tracing your jaw. "Is this okay?" his voice a little shaky.

"Yes" you reached out for him in return, shuffling closer to him, and running your thumb across his neck "and this?"

Eddie nodded. His eyes darted down to your lips and this time you lent in first. Lips touching his gently, still not fully confident yet. Still not entirely convinced you weren't dreaming. Eddie kissed you back, deepening the kiss and soon your hands were in each other's hair. Bodies moving closer on the bed until they were touching. Eddie was still semi-hard and the feel of him against you again made you moan into his mouth. He smirked, sliding his tongue inside your mouth. You parted, both needing to catch your breath. "Can't tell you how long i've thought about doing that y/n." 

"Me too" you echoed. Your heart was pounding, half from the thrill of what was happening and half from the fear of what this would mean for the two of you going forward. You didn't want to think about that right now, you just wanted to get lost in him. "Kiss me again" it was part question, part order. Eddie didn't hesitate, the kiss hungrier this time. His hand came down to your waist, pulling you flush against him, smirking once again as you whimpered. You wrapped your leg around his waist. Eddie's hand was on your thigh immediately, caressing and kneading the skin. 

"So pretty" he muttered as he pulled away, lips ghosting against the nape of your neck. Your breath hitching in anticipation. He started by pressing a few gentle kisses across your skin. Niping and sucking as he got more confident. It felt amazing and you moaned loud as his mouth connected with a certain spot. He chuckled to himself "those sounds- even better than in my dream." He sucked on your neck hard, making you squirm. 

"Tell me about the dream" you panted "tell me exactly what i was doing that you got you in this state." Your hand was now rubbing against his bulge through his boxers. 

"Are- are you sure?" Eddie's eyes were full of concern. And you knew what he was thinking, you were thinking it too. There would be no going back from this point. A few kisses- you could both pretend that didn't happen, blame it on the weed. But this. 

"I'm sure Eddie" you replied softly "if you're comfortable telling me- you don't have to if you don't want to." You eyes darted away from him nervously and he gripped your chin, bringing your gaze back up to meet his.

"Oh believe me, i want to" Eddie was wearing a lazy smile and you couldn't help but hide your head in his chest. He stroked your hair comfortingly. "It's weird for me too" he reassured you "not bad weird obviously- we don't have to continue, we can stop if you need to." You didn't reply at first and he continued. "I-" his voice was nervous again "i've liked you for a while now y/n, i just didn't know how to tell you, thought you might see me like a brother or some dumb shit"

"Eww" you laughed, hitting him on the chest. "Just to clarify i don't think of you like a brother, that'd be really fucking weird considering i just kissed you, idiot." You shook your head at him. "I've liked you for a while now too" you admitted "but what does this mean for us?"

"I guess it means whatever we want it to mean?" Eddie answered. A perfect answer really. One that earned him another kiss. "I think we don't put pressure on ourselves, just do what feels right in the moment, yeah sweetheart?"

You nodded, giving him another peck on the lips. "I still want you to tell me about the dream- i'm intrigued- need to know what i'm getting myself into."

Eddie laughed "alright then". He pushed you backwards so that you were now laid on your back on your bed and hovered over you. Hands on either side of your head to hold himself up. "I'm not gonna lie I didn't get too far into the dream before you woke me up but i'll tell you everything I did manage to dream." He leaned down kissing you fiercely and your hands moved to his arms. "It started with us in my trailer, getting high and listening to music and I dared you to do a strip tease for me, then you were in just your underwear standing between my legs and you gave me a look and-." Eddie paused, taking a breath, goosebumps appeared on his skin as you ran your fingers up and down his arms. You nodded, letting him know he was okay to continue. "And then you were unbuttoning my jeans and dragging them off- and you were on your knees taking me into your mouth" you could hear the arousal building in his voice. "And then you woke me up-" he stuck his tongue out at you.

"Dreaming about me sucking you off, how unoriginal" you chastised him jokingly. Reciting the dream to you had made him hard again and you palmed him over the fabric. 

"What can i say, i'm a simple man" his voice was getting breathy already which only egged you on. The awkwardness of the situation now starting to dissipate. His lips found their way back to your neck, this time his actions harsher and more unforgiving. Dragging almost constant whimpers and moans from you. Your hand speeding up its pace, cupping him once. He groaned loudly against your neck, and you cursed under your breath. "Feels so good" he murmured, moving out from your touch and shuffling down, head now at your waist. His fingers resting on the hem of your t-shirt, he looked back up at you "can I?" You nodded, giving him permission and helping him to free you of the fabric. Eddie was quiet as his eyes took in the view. "Christ, you're so fucking beautiful." You couldn't help but blush, not used to compliments said like that from him. He placed kisses down from your throat, slowly travelling your body. His hand cautiously moving to your breast, looking up at you, making sure you didn't want him to stop. 

You could feel that he was shaking a little which surprised you. Eddie was more experienced than you. You weren't a virgin or anything but Eddie had certainly had more flings. He pinched your nipple between this thumb and finger and you cried out. Eddie's eyes were watching you, filled with lust. "Did you ever dream about me doing this?" He almost whispered, taking you by surprise.

"Yes" your own voice was shaky, affected by his touch. "Dreamt about your hands and mouth all over me." It still felt a little weird to admit that to him but you were trying to get past it. 

"Really?" He teased "like this?" His hand still groping your breast, his mouth journeyed down further, taking his time to pay attention to every inch of your skin. Licking a trail at the waistband of your pajama shorts, a curse word leaving you. He repeated the action, fingers now resting on your waistband, once again finding your gaze to gain permission. You swallowed before nodding. He pulled your shorts off, his eyebrows raising in surprise as he realised you weren't wearing any underwear underneath. His tongue ran over his bottom lip, before he came back up, kissing you passionately. "You're magnificent y/n, you know that" he stroked your cheek gently "now are you gonna let me make you feel real good?"

"Yes" your voice was faint, caught up in it all "please Eddie, i want you to." That sentence was all that he needed and soon his hand was trailing down your body. Thumb rubbing your clit gently as your eyes flickered closed, his fingers journeyed down and he groaned at how wet you were for him. He slid a finger inside you, gentle at first, waiting to see your reaction. You couldn't help but buck your hips up, wanting more. He didn't hesitate, speeding up his rhythm and adding a second finger. You brought him back in for a kiss, moaning into his mouth the entire time. He pushed his fingers in deeper and your back arched, earning you a low growl from Eddie. His actions had you half clawing at him already, his pace just fast enough, on the edge of teasing  He took his fingers out and you whimpered.

"Patience baby" a spark ran down your body at the pet name and then you were watching with bated breath and his mouth once again made its way down your body, licking and sucking, stopping to place kisses every now and then. His head ducked between your thighs, and he lightly bit the skin of your thigh making you cry out in surprise. He teased you, running his tongue between your folds slowly and you shivered with pleasure. God, you'd imagined this moment so many times and you could hardly believe it was actually happening. Another teasing drag on his tongue before he finally gave you what you'd been craving. 

Eddie ate you out like you were his last meal, not stopping for a second. His thumb rubbing circles on your clit. Your hand was grasping harshly at his hair, and your thighs were pressed against his face. Eddie didn't seem to mind. Eyes glancing up at you sometimes, filled with lust as he watched you fall apart because of it. "Fuck, Eddie" you'd never had someone make you feel this good before. He changed his position slightly. Tongue pressing against your clit whilst he slid two fingers back inside you. His actions met by your loud pitch moan.

"Can I make you cum?" his pace slowed as he waited for your answer. His mouth covered in your juices.

"I think i'd kill you if you didn't right now" you breathed. Eddie chuckled, the sound vibrated against you and you squirmed. Eddie continued his work, looking up at you more often now, trying to gauge how close you were. It didn't take him much longer to bring you to your peak and you cried his name as his fingers worked you through the orgasm. Eddie laid down beside you as you caught your breath, sucking your juices off his fingers as if it was just a casual thing. Once your breathing had returned to normal you decided it was your turn. You rolled over so you were hovering on top of him and placed kisses slowly down his chest. You could feel Eddie's breath start to pick up as you descended further down his body. Fingers hooking under the waistband of his boxers. Looking up at him once for permission. With an eager nod from Eddie you tugged them down and off of him. You only had one thought in your head; you wanted to make that dream of his a reality.

"Fuck" Eddie shuddered as you took him in a firm grip, you stroked him gently a few times, before running your tongue around his head. Another curse word falling from Eddie's lips as he grasped the bedcovers. You took him fully into your mouth and he groaned loudly, his free hand moving down to tangle in your hair, controlling your rhythm. "Shit y/n- fuck, feels so good" Eddie's hips rocked up into your mouth, almost choking you.  He only let you continue for a few more minutes before pulling you off him."Not gonna last much longer with your mouth around me like that" he quickly explained, almost out of breath "wanna be inside you–if- if that's what you want too." Eddie gave you a sheepish look. You didn't reply to him, instead moving up onto your knees and straddling him. The look Eddie was giving you right now let you know he understood your answer. You let out a nervous breath before grabbing hold of him once again so you could slide down on to him. 

You both moaned together as you eventually took all of his length inside you. Eddie sat up so he could get closer to you, biting large marks on your neck. "Feels so right" he mumbled against your skin and you mumbled back in agreement. Eddie was correct, it did feel right, not half as awkward as you'd expected it to be. It was just you and him, sharing this moment. Melting into the intimacy and all you could think about was the way he felt, the praises he was whispering into your ear sending sparks through you. 

"Don't want to ever stop doing this” you murmured, gaining an amused laugh from Eddie as he rocked up into you harder, almost throwing you off rhythm. 

"Might need to take some breaks sweetheart" Eddie teased, nipping at your earlobe "otherwise you might kill me- though suppose it's a good way to go." Without warning Eddie flipped you over so you were on your back and slammed into you hard, making you cry out. "Uhh y/n, that's a great sound"

"Then you should get me to make it again'" you challenged him. You knew it wouldn't be difficult. You were so close already. Eddie smirked, happily taking the bait. Once again he thrust into you hard but this time he didn't give you time to recover, his pace relentless as he slammed into you over and over. Eddie had you crying out his name and clawing at his back. His hand snaked down between you both, thumb circling your clit. That feeling was all you needed, and the waves of your orgasm washed over you and your back arched from the bed.

"So fucking beautiful" Eddie panted, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he pulled out of you, spilling across your lower stomach. He barely gave himself time to catch his breath before slipping out to your bathroom and bringing back a washcloth to clean you down with. After he'd finished, Eddie laid down on his side facing you, fingertips tracing patterns on your skin.

"So what now?" you asked, tucking a loose piece of hair behind his ear.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

How would Riddler (which one is writers choice) react to a SO who drops those slightly infuriating jokes? (I just saw a post asking how you make an egg roll and the answer was 'push it' and I just think his reaction to those kinds of jokes would be hilarious)

"Groan-worthy" Riddler Party x Reader

Dude I'm such a sucker for Riddler's it's so difficult for me not to wanna go "my choice? all of the above" when it comes to that man. So you're getting all of them short and sweet!

TW: None

60s

Gotham

Takes him a second. Oh, you like puns? He gets that sheepish little smile and compliments how clever you are. It's much harder to come up with those than one would think! You have to have a good sense of word play, formatting of the joke and-

Oh, he's rambling. Yes. It was good! If it's a particularly bad one or he's stressed, he might give you an annoyed look. But normally he'll just smile.

The riddler who appreciates it the most! A lot of his riddles dance along the line of being riddles and those kind of jokes. Part of why he's always laughing! Puns and double entendres are his bread and butter.

The two of you will have each other hyena cackling to the point people can hear you from another room. There's definitely a jealousy amongst others that the two of you can find so much joy in each other over something so goofy.

Capullo

You would think he'd be way too cool for that and genuinely, he will attempt to act like he is. Try to fool you.

Then you tell just the right joke that's incredibly cheesy and he doesn't guess the punchline before you say it. You hear this deep ugly snort and then he's covering his mouth.

His jokes aren't necessarily groan worthy, they're just really fucking nerdy in a way that makes you roll your eyes when you get it.

Telltale games

BTAS

Audibly groans. You think that's cute, don't you? Then you notice he's smiling. He can't help it, you ARE cute. Even when you're being silly he can't help it. It's charming!

He likes to think his jokes are higher end but... they're verbose and require just a tad more thought. Still slightly infuriating.

Just looks at you. You can feel the judgement seeping into your soul.

If you REALLY enjoy them, he'll tell you dad jokes that are just awful. Terrible. But he tells them with a completely deadpan face reminiscent to "and don't call me shirley."

Batman 2022/Nashton

Arkham games

ANNOYED. Particularly if at any point he thought the joke was a real riddle or a genuine question. Yes. Ha ha. Word play. If you excuse him, he has real work to do and you're distracting him.

If he actually hurts your feelings with the attitude... he does an incredibly tired sigh, "I was going to tell you a joke about time travel.... but you didn't like it." Mini jazz hands. There. Did you like that one? What? Was that one not bad enough?

Autism. Look okay, we can say that for almost every riddler to an extent but this is the kind of shit he hyperfixates on. You've seen his cards? "I'm mad about you" "but it might spoil the chemistry" with a mad scientist on the card? UGH. He loves it.

Rhyming, puns... he gets SO excited. You know, he's never had someone to share these with, so once you do with that first joke... you see his eyes practically dilate like a cats. His time has arrived. You're about to get SO mad.

#riddler #edward nygma x reader #gotham riddler #btas riddler #capullo riddler #60s riddler #telltale riddler #arkham riddler #2022 riddler #foxwriting #riddler party

[xcrystalzero]

i just wanted to take a moment to look at you

pairing: diluc x gn!reader

note: i'm back... i decided to write diluc for once. based off of a wattpad-worthy story my friend got to experience that i am exceedingly jealous of. also, this is kind of the diluc version of my "sun is up" kaeya fic so if you're into the sexy eyepatch man at all, maybe check that one out :)

As it turned out, Diluc Ragnvindr was just as sleep-deprived as you had thought he would be. A sideways glance at the gently ticking clock positioned on the far wall told you that noon had passed and yet, the man before you didn't seem inclined in the slightest to awake.

For all it was worth, your time spent waiting was not without the most stunning of views. There wasn't a soul in Mondstat who could claim Diluc to be anything less than striking without resentment or envy coloring their tone. There was a certain pride however in noting that you were likely the only one who had seen this particular side of his beauty. The thick, wavy hair he always took such efforts to keep cleanly tied back now lay splayed out on the pillow beneath him, surrounding his head like a fiery crown. You hadn't realized it before, but his eyelashes were extremely long, casting warm shadows into the space under his closed eyes as his chest rose and fell gently in a even rhythm.

Ah yes, the famed Darknight Hero, the only one to brave the darkness in servitude of Mondstat. Looks like it had caught up with him.

With a sigh, you placed the steaming cup of coffee in your hands atop the nearest bedside table before settling yourself on the edge of the bed. Well, it wasn't like you had anything particularly urgent to get done today.

Moving in slow, tentative stretches, you gently eased yourself back underneath the covers. A soft groan left your lips as your back made contact with the plush bedding, your limbs relaxing fully into the soft covers. Sure, the man in your bed was pretty great but just the bed was honestly kind of nice too. Despite his wealth, Diluc wasn't the type to splurge on much but his bedding was always of the finest quality. The man had his priorities straight.

Your eyes were just fluttering shut when the sound of movement next to you jolted you awake once more. You moved immediately to sit up, expecting to see one of the maids standing in the doorway but the moment you moved to sit up, a hand grasped onto your shoulder, gently yanking you back onto the bed.

"Wha-" The words caught in your throat as instinctively, you threw your hands up in front of you to fend off your attacked. In an instant however, those hands were caught, a grip tight around your wrists that pushed them into the sheets above your head. In the moment it took your brain to come back online, you vaguely registered a curtain of red that seemed to surround you, blocking out the thin rays of sunlight making their way through the curtains.

"Are you just about done?" The words are harsh but the soft laugh at the end tells you need to know. Finally composed enough to stop fighting your boyfriend (who was very much supposed to be asleep), you stared up at the man hovering above you with wide eyes.

The world was still red, but you could now identify it as Diluc's hair. the ends of it settled gently around you, a few strands tickling the top of your head as the man shifted his weight forward, bringing his face closer to yours.

"What's all this about?" You managed to get the words out though they sounded a little pitiful even to your own ears. It wasn't your fault that the man you were so lucky to call your partner was this beautiful. You'd been admiring him all morning but in that moment you were sure that you could just lay here staring into those eyes for an eternity longer.

"I just wanted to take a moment to look at you." His tone was once again, almost comically matter-of-fact as though he hadn't just spit out a line that could make anyone in Teyvat swoon.

"Is there really all that much to look at?" You could feel the flush spreading across your cheeks as you peeled your gaze away from his, instead looking very deliberately at the floral curtains on the nearest window.

Diluc let out a soft chuckle as he released one of your wrists, instead bringing it down to your chin, gently tilting your face back towards his. His lips were closer now and you couldn't stop your eyes from flitting down towards them. His next words were a whisper just before his lips met yours.

"More than you can ever imagine."

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact diluc #genshin fluff #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnivindr x reader

[iridescentxstars]

ares!bangchan x fem!reader x hades!juyeon || threesome + oral || wc: 640~

all kinktober drabbles are smut and mature rated; if you are a minor DNI

"That's a good girl," Chan says proudly as your head moves up and down on Juyeon's cock, your ass wiggling in the air as you try and entice the other God to take what you are offering. "All in good time, sweetheart, we can't rush this now, can we?"

You had heard rumours that the Gods had returned, that they were taking offerings and giving blessings to those who worshipped them so you had to try. It had been hard for you ever since you lost your job, you had been trying so hard to find a new place of employment but nothing was working in your favour and while this may be a long shot - you had to try.

You were desperate.

You entered the temple and found Ares and Hades sitting on the thrones with offerings at their feet but they were particularly interested in what you had to offer - your body. You had nothing else, no money, no possession worthy enough of a God and while you didn't think your body was something they would accept, the two male Gods seemed to enjoy the thought.

"It's been such a long time since I've had a human worship my cock like this," Juyeon groans out as his hand rests on top of your head, holding your head down as he thrusts into your mouth, his cock smoothly sliding down your throat. "Ah, no gag reflex?" Chan chuckles as he watches Juyeon fuck your throat with a newfound fervour while Chan focuses on toying with your wet pussy that's on display for him.

"I haven't seen you this alive in years, Juyeon." Chan teases, his slick-covered fingers moving to circle your clit and the action causes you to make a noise that has Juyeon moaning, head tilting back. "Oh, she is a treat, isn't she?"

"Do that again." Chan obliges and enjoys watching your cunt clench around nothing, desperate to be filled. "Shall we keep her?"

Juyeon finally pulls you away from his angry, red cock, a line of saliva connecting your tongue to the tip and watering eyes look at the dark-haired God laid out in front of you. His lithe, long body is bare from the black robe he was wearing earlier and your eyes slowly move to look him in the eyes. Dark, nearly black eyes look at you with a cold smirk on his lips, the look has you shivering because something about it has you thinking that you may have bitten off more than you could chew.

Chan hums as he thinks, his dark red hair pushed off his face so he can see you clearly. Your ass is up in the air, pussy ready to be taken and your back is arched as your head rests on Juyeon's thigh, cock in hand. "You know if we keep her, we have to share." You squeak at the thought of servicing another God.

"Not really~ they don't need to know." Juyeon tilts your chin so you're looking at him. "Isn't that right, pet? You wouldn't want to be anyone else's toy other than ours."

Chan clicks his tongue as his hands leave your body and begin to prepare himself. "Don't answer him, sweetheart, you don't need to think right now." The head of his large cock presses against your entrance and you push back, helping him slide in with a satisfied moan. Chan moves slowly, allowing you to keep your sanity for a moment before he moves faster and Juyeon guides his cock back into your mouth.

When you came here, offering yourself to the Gods so that your bad luck with jobs could finally end, you didn't know what you expected to get from this but having the God of War pound you from behind and make you choke on the God of the Underworld's cock was definitely not it.

Neither was the job you managed to get right next door to the temple after you walked out. What a fun coincidence~.

#kinktober22 #kvanity #straykidsland #bangchan drabbles #bang chan drabbles #stray kids drabbles #skz drabbles #stray kids smut #bangchan smut #bang chan smut #lee juyeon drabbles #juyeon drabbles #the boyz drabbles #tbz drabbles #juyeon smut #the boyz smut #♛ — ©iridescentxstars

[tiutale]

Erestor stretched his legs out as he pushed his chair back. This treaty would not stop causing him all manners of problems. He smirked as he took a sip of his steaming cup of tea. Expected of Lord Celeborn. He has his ways and he is set in them.

Lindir poke his head into the Councilor's office. Hair done up in an elaborate mesa of braids he grinned. "Are you attending my new show or do you prefer to hide from your returned bonded here." He chuckled. "I do not know who was in more foul a mood Glorfindel or Asfaloth."

Erestor simply set his tea back on its plate and took up his quill again. He had been the spul source of calming Glorfindel's anger for the last several hours. Their mind speech a decent distraction from the monotonous task at hand. "I will be retiring in the next few hours." He smirked

"I am certain I will hear of it at Fast Breaking in the morning."

Lindir made a face. "Not all of my performances are so talk worthy. I am almost offended."

Erestor laughed. "Thus fsr your record speaks for itself. " He laughed again as Lindir stick out his tongue and left. His mind buzzed lightly as Glorfindel lightly coaxed him into their bond. *Did your bath sooth?*

Glorfindel's voice was a mix of a content purr and a desperate whine. *It was the second most pleasant thing I have been gifted these last weeks. Thank you love.* His mind released a gentle wave of a chuckle. *The scents of the oils were particularly complimentary to the incense.*

Erestor quietly preened to himself. *You said second. What is the first?*

Glorfindel's Fea practically curled about Erestor's like a warm blanket about a chilled body. *The first being one of your massages to ease the bruised aching muscles the bath has softened?*

Erestor grinned making a flourish of a note on several lines. *That has already been arranged. As has our Chambers.* He sent an image of a clean turned down bed. Incense and dinner set in their main room. A window cracked enough that the roaring hearth did not overheat. And a table beside the bed of Glorfindel's favorite scented oils.

Erestor chuckled as the groaning whine of gratitude nearly echoed in the entire Home. Despite the bathing chambers his bonded was in being apart from the House proper. *I will see you there shortly. I am almost finished.* Glorfindel's soft caress left his Fea pining as it often did. The patrol had run into so many fall outs he was not surprised his Warrior wished for his love to take control of the rest of this day and eve.

Erestor was ever willing to do what was necessary to ensure he was content. Smiling he sipped his tea again adding a few more notes before beginning to pack his desk up for the eve.

#Glorfindel #Erestor #Glorestor #I adore them

[kjack89]

Such Faithfulness in Effigy

For @themiserablesmonth Day 27: Hands.

Modern AU E/R (with a whiff of implied reincarnation).

Read on AO3.

The squeak of Enjolras’s sneakers against the wood floor echoed loudly throughout the space and he winced. As if sensing his discomfort, Grantaire snaked an arm around his waist and turned to kiss his cheek. “Thank you for coming with me.”

Enjolras put his arm around Grantaire’s shoulders. “Of course,” he said easily.

Grantaire raised an eyebrow. “I mean, I know art’s not really your thing,” he said, gesturing around the art museum gallery with his free hand. 

Enjolras just shrugged. “No more than early morning rallies are yours,” he pointed out evenly, “and yet you still show up.”

“Most of the time, anyway,” Grantaire said, half-smiling. “Hangover permitting.”

Enjolras rolled his eyes affectionately. “Well, I didn’t have a hangover this afternoon, so I figured, might as well,” he said bracingly, before glancing around the room at the various paintings, sculptures, vases, and random other odds and ends. “So this is some kind of special exhibit?”

Grantaire nodded. “Yeah, they found a whole cache of art that some rich eccentric apparently commissioned or collected back in the mid-1800s in France and, naturally, decided it was worthy of display for that reason alone.”

Enjolras snorted lightly before pursing his lips. “The mid-1800s,” he repeated slowly. “So that would be…Baroque?”

Grantaire gave him a look. “I know that your only art joke is ‘if it’s not Baroque, don’t fix it’, which I also know you stole from Beauty and the Beast, but, uh, you’re off by over a century.” 

“I have more than one art joke,” Enjolras said, mock-pouting, and not just because he had absolutely stolen that joke from Beauty and the Beast, even if he’d never admit it.

“Really?” Grantaire asked skeptically.

“Sure,” Enjolras said blithely. “Why did the artist end up in jail? Because she was framed.”

Grantaire groaned out loud. “How about an art joke you didn’t steal from a Laffy Taffy wrapper?”

“I’ll have you know I got that one from a popsicle stick,” Enjolras said, with as much dignity as he could muster.

Grantaire just sighed. “Of course you did.”

Enjolras grinned at him before asking, “So if it’s not Baroque – don’t even start with me – what art time period would this fall under?”

Grantaire shrugged, looking around the room as if he was looking for something in particular. “Well, the 1800s had a bunch of different movements happening, so it could really run the gamut. The piece that we’re here to see kind of straddles the line between neoclassicism and romanticism.” 

“You know I don’t know what any of that means, right?” Enjolras asked, amused. Grantaire tactfully chose not to answer that, so Enjolras asked instead, “So we’re just here to see one piece?”

He tried not to sound as hopeful about the premise as he felt, but judging by the look Grantaire gave him, he hadn’t quite succeeded. “I mean, we can definitely look at the whole collection, but yeah, Feuilly thought we should take a look at one piece in particular.”

Enjolras brightened. “Oh, well, if Feuilly wants us to look at it—”

Grantaire rolled his eyes. “I knew I should have led with that,” he huffed, shrugging away from Enjolras’s arm.

“You know I value your opinion as well,” Enjolras told him, laughing when Grantaire just gave him a withering look in response.

“Uh-huh, sure,” he said dryly. “Anyway, he was working on setting up the exhibit space and this sculpture caught his eye and he thought we should check it out.”

Though Enjolras nodded, he still couldn’t stop his brow from furrowing as he questioned, “Why?”

Grantaire shrugged, leading them towards a sculpture in the corner of the room. “Partially the subject matter, which he seemed to think you’d particularly appreciate,” he hedged, which led Enjolras to believe there was a larger, less savory reason.

His eyes narrowed. “And partially…?”

Grantaire shrugged again, looking a little uncomfortable. “Well, he says it looks like you.”

“Like me?” Enjolras repeated, incredulous.

“Yeah, and—” Grantaire stopped in his tracks, gaping at the sculpture in front of them. “Holy shit, he’s not wrong.”

Enjolras looked critically at the marble sculpture, which appeared to only have been partially completed. The main figure was mostly complete, though some detail seemed lacking, but there was an entire other block of stone that had barely been touched. The figure that had been sculpted had one fist raised, his shirt half-open and a cravat knotted loosely around his neck, but Enjolras imagined those weren’t the things that Grantaire and Feuilly were claiming resembled him. He peered closely at the chiseled face, and made one of his own. “That does not look like me,” he said dismissively.

Grantaire just gave him a look. “Sure.”

“Oh, come on!” Enjolras protested. He peered more closely at the stone figure’s determined expression and reluctantly allowed, “I mean, I guess there are some similarities in the facial structure…”

Grantaire circled the sculpture, his expression full of something almost like awe. “I know I’ve always said you look like a marble statue but I don’t know if I ever really mean it until right now.”

Enjolras rolled his eyes, and to give himself something to do besides watch Grantaire ogle a sculpture, decided to read the placard the museum had included with the work. “Artist Unknown,” he read aloud. “Believed to have been commissioned by M. Pontmercy in the mid-1800s – do you think that could be a relative of Marius’s? – the unfinished sculpture evokes Eugène Delacroix’s ‘Liberty Leading the People’, featuring a masculine revolutionary figure striding forward into the future. Note the Phrygian cap and Cockade details.” Grantaire let out a soft gasp and Enjolras frowned as he glanced up at him. “What?”

“The hand,” Grantaire said, with something like wonder. “Look at the hand.”

Enjolras followed his line of sight to the sculpted figure’s other hand, the one not raised in triumphant defiance, and his frown deepened. “What…” He trailed off as he looked closer. “Is he holding someone’s hand?”

Grantaire nodded. “I think so. God, look at the detail.” He shook his head slowly. “I can’t even imagine what it would have taken to carve this.”

Enjolras’s brow furrowed as he looked closer at what he could now see was the beginning of a hand emerging from the rest of the stone that hadn’t been carved. “I think it’s sad,” he said softly.

“What?” Grantaire asked, startled.

“That it was never finished,” Enjolras said with a shrug. “His companion, whoever they were, whoever the hand belongs to – they’re lost to time, their contributions forgotten.”

Grantaire shook his head, something eager in his expression. “And see, I take the opposite view.”

“How so?”

“Because they’re holding hands.” Grantaire said it simply, easily, as if that was the only answer that mattered. “That’s the most important thing. That’s what’s immortalized for all time, the symbol of their love.”

Enjolras frowned. “There’s no indication that it’s love—”

“Isn’t there?” Grantaire murmured, shaking his head again. “I mean, God, look how tenderly their hands are clasped.” He pointed with his finger, tracing the line of each wrist with a finger in the air. Enjolras, who knew nothing of art, to say anything of sculpture more specifically, just shrugged. Grantaire shrugged, something unreadable in his expression. “I just know that if it were you and me, that’s how I’d want to be remembered. “

“As a somewhat chipped block of marble behind me for all eternity?” Enjolras asked, somewhat skeptically.

Grantaire gave him a look. “Asshole,” he said, with no real heat. “No, as the one hand that you thought was important enough to clasp and bring along with you into the future.”

Grantaire’s words made the breath catch in Enjolras’s throat. “Oh,” he managed. After a long moment, he added softly, “For what it’s worth, I do.”

“Do what?” Grantaire asked.

“Think of you that way.”

Grantaire’s expression softened. “I know.”

They stood there for a few moments more before Enjolras reached out to slip his hand into Grantaire’s, clasping it with just as much tenderness and love as in the statue. Grantaire glanced over at him and smiled that crooked smile that Enjolras loved so much. “There’s this poem that Jehan sent me, not too long ago,” he said. Ordinarily, Enjolras would be inclined to make a joke about that, but he refrained. “This kind of reminds me of it. And the last line…”

He trailed off and Enjolras squeezed his hand gently. “The last line?” he prompted.

“‘What will survive of us is love’,” Grantaire quoted, looking back at the statue. “God, I hope so.”

“Yeah,” Enjolras agreed softly, his chest tight. “So do I.”

A/N: The poem Grantaire quotes, and from which the title for this fic, as well as vague inspiration, was taken, is "An Arundel Tomb" by Philip Larkin.

#exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #fanfiction #les miserables #modern au #established relationship #art museum #sculpture #implied reincarnation #the miserables month 2022

[reliablejoukido]

(An excerpt from the worst fic I’ve ever attempted, still in progress)

He’d recently acquired a sizable collection of his brother’s old CDs from back in the day when CDs were a thing, and Takeru had just gotten around to importing them into his computer. Yamato had very obviously not gone through this music before dumping it on his little brother, because some of the albums were wildly hilarious and worthy of blackmail.

One particularly terrible song pushed its way to the front of his brain. There was a good chance Daisuke, who spoke English rather well and had an affinity for pop culture, would pick up on this one immediately. And he hoped and prayed that this would be Ken’s downfall for the evening.

Takeru cleared his throat and began singing. “…Everybody…” he waited for a response, but none yet. “Rock your body… everybody… rock your body right. Backstreet’s back, alright!”

“Duh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh…” muttered the man currently being carried. The man currently being carried and currently trying to gyrate his hips.

“Daisuke! Don’t try to dance, oh my god,” Ken groaned, swaying to the side as Daisuke burst into giggles.

“You’re right, Ken! ‘Oh my god’ is the next line in the song!” Takeru told him, trying not to shake his phone as he laughed.

“Oh my god we’re back again!” Daisuke shouted. His voice echoed off the nearby apartment buildings.

#daikenkeru #daikenkeru; #fics: backstreet’s back;

[angelamontoo]

Just finished watching Crime and punishment for the first time in ages. I'll talk about it some I think

•It's definitely a slower film thats kind of boring in parts, but it has a few really great moments and charming characters. I wanna say it could've benefitted from more comedy, but that may have clashed with the dramatic tone. Maybe if Roderick displayed more cocky wit throughout

•I really feel for Sonya and her relationship with Roderick is easily my favourite explicitly canon ship in a Peter Lorre film. Now tbf that's not saying a lot since I usually find the Canon ships in these flicks range from 'ok' to kind of groan worthy, but I think Sonya and Roderick are really cute together and well acted. The way he's instantly so protective of her, the way her feelings for him conflict with her beliefs, that whole "don't take away my faith" "don't take away my unbelief" thing(which itself might be a call back to the kindness/beauty thing) I just really enjoy them

•Peter's fuzzy, lil, just-finished-shooting-mad-love head

•I love what a gross, stuck-up creep Lushen is. The spectacular scene where Roderick puts him in his place and chases him off needs no introduction(Im particularly fond of how Rod crushes his hat and then Lushen puts the crushed up hat back on as hes being thrown out). Also, I think his line about how he believes he has progressive views on marriage for wanting a poor wife because women should see their husbands as benefactors is severely underrated

•Porfiry is an enjoyable character. He's a bit like Gutman if he gave more of a facade of being on the side of the law(and was a bit more competent) and ofc the way he gets under rodericks skin is a lot of fun

•And while I'm on Lushen and Porfiry, it's funny that Peter ended up with a gross, creepy, goblin creature reputation considering so many of his films having such entertainingly repulsive slimeballs, not played by him. This particular film has at least two-three if you wanna count Tony's ex-employers husband(although I don't think we're intended to see him that way) I kinda wanna make a list ranking my favourite gross slugmen in Peter's films tbh

•I like Antonya and her dynamic with Roderick, but Tala Birell and Peter Lorre do not look at all like siblings and I think it's kinda funny

•The way Roderick drops to his knees infront of Sonya and then does the same thing later to his mother and the story she tells about the kitten he accidentally crushed, I just-UGH!! this film has some friggin good moments bruh

So all in all an OK film but not one I'd rewatch super often. I probably last watched this film back in November of last year and I dont feel like I missed out by waiting so long to watch it again. Still it has good moments, especially in the first half and it's worth watching at least once if you're a fan of Peter Lorre, particularly if you resent how much he was typecast and like the idea of seeing him as a leading man

#crime and punishment #roderick raskolnikov #sonya #antonya raskolnikov #lushen #porfiry #also dimitri was there i guess

[thewordworrier]

2nd June - 1,076 words. I really ache after work today and I don’t know why. I didn’t really do anything particularly hurt-worthy. Bleh. One more shift then I’m off for like, 9 days. Worked On: Google Doc [6] Favourite Line: Tehehehe.

“Okay,” Ruby studied her daughter’s face for a moment before she smiled. “Now about Gerard…”

“Mother. We are not having this conversation.”

“Oh, now now. Why haven’t you said anything yet?”

Shelly groaned, unfastened her seatbelt and got out of the car. “We’re really not having this conversation right now.”

“No, but we should later,” Ruby followed suit, locking the car before looking up and across the road to see Gerard on his way over. “Hello Gerard.”

#She Speaks #She Talks Writing #Writing Log #June 2022

[casspurrjoybell-25]

The Healer of Shakkara - Book One

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 2 - Bruises - Part 2

Books were rare in Thryn.

Children were taught to read... everyone was expected to understand signs and posted notices and later written missives passed among the Guard but knowledge took a back seat to more physical talents.

When Galen showed a passion for it, though, Harrald had made an effort to acquire whatever volumes he could, whenever he could.

He'd given them to Galen on his birthdays or on high festival days and Galen treasured every single one.

It had to be admitted that Harrald was not particularly discerning, however and the selection was borderline comedic.

Galen owned a book of Yuthi recipes most of which called for ingredients he'd never heard of a dry, classic History of Sakkara and a pamphlet titled Treatise on the Relative Discordance of the Celestial Primaries at Variable Temporal Foci and the Possible Arcane Applications Thereof... written by someone named 'Tim' among various other tomes.

He loved and treasured each of them, even if he understood less than half of what they contained.

Absorbing himself with his most recent acquisition... a fascinating study on the various insects found throughout Sakkara... he was only roused from it by the slam of the back door, signaling that Harrald had finished his work for the day and would soon be ready for his meal.

Galen set aside his book with care and descended quickly to the kitchen.

The bread was done, the stew still hot and he carried both to the table, wincing again as the strain hurt his injured wrist.

He sat and waited for Harrald to descend from his room.

The old man came down a few minutes later, drying his hand on a cloth.

His other arm ended at the elbow.

That wasn't the injury that had finished his career in the Guard, though... that was the twist in his back from when his horse had fallen in battle and crushed him beneath her.

Lowering himself into his seat with a groan, Harrald waited while Galen served him, ladling steaming stew into a large wooden bowl, along with a square of bread topped with fresh butter mixed with honey... a small luxury.

Then he waited a little longer, while Galen served himself.

"Delicious, as always," Harrald said, slurping a spoonful of stew.

"If you get bored of medicine, the best kitchens in Tal p'Nir could do worse than to hire you."

"As if," Galen scoffed.

The Sakkaran capital was known for its fine cuisine.

Galen was certain vegetable stew and masa bread were not on the menu.

Besides, cooks were little more valued that healers, though both were necessary to keep warriors alive.

But Harrald often suggested such things, as if even being a lowly healer might be too dangerous for someone like Galen.

"I'm serious," Harrald said, glancing up over the rim of his bowl.

His frizzled red-blonde hair was mostly gray now and his rugged face was lined and crisscrossed with scars but Galen could still see how he might have been a handsome man, once.

He'd always wondered why Harrald had never married.

"They'd be lucky to have you. If you can make a few veggies taste this good... I'd love to see what you could do with better fare."

Galen's mouth twisted and he bit off a piece of dry bread and chewed it, hoping to disguise his expression.

It was a compliment... he knewbut it had unintended barbs, nonetheless.

If Galen were a fighter, he'd be in the Guard, making a decent salary and they'd have enough money for 'better fare.'

So, too, if he managed to get an apprenticeship in the Capital, he'd be able to send money home and make a name for himself at the same time.

Earn 'honor,' in his own way.

He swallowed and then Harrald reached across the table and grasped his arm.

"I didn't mean it that way, Gale," he said, his wiry brows pinched.

"I mean you're good at what you do. Worthy of praise. You know I don't give it, otherwise."

This was true and Galen sniffed and nodded.

Harrald was a man of few words and he didn't waste them.

When he spoke, he meant what he said.

Then Harrald squeezed Galen's wrist in a gesture of reassurance and Galen flinched and withdrew his arm.

Harrald froze.

"Are you hurt?"

Galen shook his head.

"Galen..."

Galen shut his eyes and sighed.

When his adoptive father used that tone, he knew there was no point in trying to hide.

He pulled up his sleeve, exposing the bandages.

"I fell," he said.

"It's nothing."

"Hmm."

Harrald sat back, arms crossed.

"Show me."

Reluctantly, Galen lifted his soft cotton shirt, revealing the bruises on his abdomen and chest.

Harrald scowled, his eyes traveling Galen's thin form, taking in every detail.

"How did this happen?"

"I told you. I fell..."

Harrald cut him off in a sharper tone.

"Galen. How did you get those bruises and where is your pendant?" 

There was a reason he was among the foremost

Watchers in the Guard... nothing escaped him.

Galen bit his lip.

He'd never been good at lying to his father but the stranger had warned him not to speak of him and the last thing Galen wanted was to bring trouble on Harrald's house.

"I wasn't paying attention," he said, which was true enough.

"And I fell. I must have lost my pendant at the same time."

"Where?"

"The forest," Galen admitted.

"Where in the forest?" Harrald pressed.

Galen bit his lip.

"Near... Out near the Wild Green."

Harrald's eyes narrowed and Galen braced himself for the full interrogation.

To his surprise, Harrald drew a breath through his nose and returned his attention to his meal.

"Perhaps it's for the best. That necklace was a piece of the past, and it's best to leave the past be."

He chewed a piece of masa bread, swallowed carefully and took a bracing gulp of ale.

Then he spoke the words that Galen feared.

"But you're not to go into the forest again, understand?"

Galen bristled.

"But Father... I have to. All the best ingredients are..."

Harrald clunked his mug on the table with a force that made Galen start.

His voice was rough and carried the authority of the former Captain he was.

"I said no. You're to stay within the region patrolled by the Guard and you're not to stray so near the Wild Green again. Do you understand me, Gale? If you can't defend yourself, then..." he huffed in frustration and rubbed his hand over his grizzled face. Galen lowered his gaze and studied the rough surface of the table.

Not high craftsmanship but sturdy and strong and... useful.

Unlike him.

"Yes," he whispered.

"I understand."

No longer hungry, he rose and gathered up his bowl and utensils.

"Gale, wait. I didn't mean..." Harrald tried to rise as well but sat back down with a grunt.

He'd been hard at work all day and his back undoubtedly hurt him.

"I'll bring you some mint salve, later," Galen said.

"And some willow tea. Don't worry about the mess."

Taking his bowl to the kitchen, he washed it and left Harrald to enjoy the rest of his meal in peace.

As he brewed the tea and prepared the salve he'd promised, though, he made a vow to himself.

As much as he hated it, he would learn to fight... so that the next time someone tried to take something that was his... he'd be able to defend himself.

With honor and valor.

And even if it killed him, he'd make Harrald proud.

Luckily... he had the perfect teacher in mind.

[wearywinchester]

With You

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When the sleeping arrangements appear to be less than ideal, something more comes out of it.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: mentions of injury, blood, fluff

A huff.

That’s one of the first things you had done when you had initially found out about your sleeping arrangements earlier that morning, delivered to you by a smiling Sam who’d tried to soften the blow with his famous puppy eyes. Those very eyes only half worked on you this time, and maybe it would’ve gone into full effect had you not looked at his brother who’d been standing at your other side with a knowing grin on his lips.

You must have asked Sam nearly a dozen times if he’d been sure that was the very last room and each time you were met with the same answer, each time you were met with the same grin that was returned with a narrowed stare. You were tempted to sleep in the car, even on the concrete of the parking lot so long as you didn’t have to share a bed with the older Winchester. But none of those options seemed to check out.

A huff is what you’d done upon entering the motel room later that evening, the lone bed awaiting you as if to taunt you and your very fate.

The hunt hadn’t gone exactly as planned, having gone south just enough to have Dean thrown through a wall by a more than hungry vampire. It wasn’t anything a few bandages couldn’t fix, a job he’d asked you to do.

Now here you were, standing between Dean’s thighs as he sat at the edge of said bed, leaning back against his palms until you’d told him not to with a huff.

“I’m quite sure you could’ve done this yourself you know,” you mumble, grabbing ahold of his chin when he shied away from you at the sting of the antiseptic on his face. “Actually I’m positive.”

“You do it better,” he said, a smile forming on his bloodied lips.

“That was stupid what you did back there,” you say, doing your best to distract yourself from thinking of just how close you were to him in that very moment. Though trying your hardest didn’t seem to be the solution you were looking to have. “Really stupid.”

“Oh, you mean saving you? I had it covered.”

“I had it covered. I’m not the one who got thrown through a wall now am I?”

He scrunched his nose and mocked your words, an action he came to regret as he winced while he brought his fingers up to his split lip and now it was your turn to smile. He knew full well you were right but he’d never admit it, not in a million years. That was something he’d keep to himself. Truth was, he felt it was a little too close of a call back there, more dangerous than he’d liked and he couldn’t help the instincts he’d had to step in. If he’d gotten bumps and bruises along the way then so be it. That was far more worth it to him than the damage being done to you instead.

But that was also something he’d leave to himself for the time being.

“Could you be a little more gentle, Bruce Banner?” He teases, bumping you with his knee. “Feels like you’re doing more damage than fangs did back there.”

You purse your lips at his words, landing a soft punch to his shoulder that wiped the last traces of his smile from his face in favor of an equally unamused expression.

“What? You said I’m the hulk.” You shrug nonchalantly, flashing him a smile. “Just living up to the name.”

You notice the way the corner of his mouth quirked up ever so slightly as he looked away, any traces of faux annoyance leaving his face and you made a concerted effort to be gentler this time, just a little. You also noticed the way he’d relaxed some, save for a few nose scrunches each and every time you’d cleaned the scrape on his face.

“Might hurt a little less if you held still,” you suggested after a while later when he’d groaned, the bite behind your tone something he noticed immediately.

“Ease up with the attitude, will you, sweetheart?”

The corner of his mouth quirked upward again, more so when you roll your eyes at the nickname. The one that made your heart flutter and your cheeks grow warm whenever it rolled off his tongue in your direction. The one that fell from his lips with a sarcastic edge that never failed to weave around the single word most times, but not always. Yeah, that one.

“Be quiet, will you, sweetheart?”

You breathe out a huff through your nose, lips turned downward and the slightest of frowns as your brows knit together. The remnants of his smile still remain at your counter as his eyes fall closed once more, lashes curling softly over the very tops of his freckled cheeks. The silence that fell over the small room should’ve been a good thing, should’ve been beneficial for your ability to focus on the task at hand but your attention has since been pulled elsewhere. It’d been long gone the moment the two of you stepped into that room.

It felt as though the walls were closing in on you inch by inch, as if the air conditioned room was just as hot as the summer air outside. You wanted to make excuses for yourself, to think of something logical enough to pass it off as anything other than what it was. Perhaps it’d been a little stuffy in that room, it certainly was hot enough to be. Maybe you were still running on adrenaline from the hunt you’d come back from not more than half an hour ago. Or maybe it was the way you stood inches from the older Winchester as you tended to his wounds while he sat with that same smirk he’d been wearing for the last five minutes. The way he nudged you with his knee each time stung the scrape along his jaw.

That. It was definitely that.

“You know,” he started, tilting his head away from you with a scrunched nose as his hand circles around your wrist. “I’m convinced you’re doin’ this on purpose. Because you hate me after all.”

His brow was raised and you could’ve sworn you’d seen a brief moment of sincerity cross his face, something just as quickly hidden by the grin tugging lightly at his lips. Your eyes roll then, head shaking as a laugh falls past your lips and his hand falls from your wrist slowly.

“I don’t hate you,” you sigh, quiet enough to cushion the embarrassment of your words but loud enough for him to hear.

“So you like me?”

Yes, maybe you do.

Your gaze shifts from your hands back to his eyes, your stare narrowed as you bite the inside of your cheek. “I don’t think that’s what I said.”

He laughs softly, dimple forming at the corner of his mouth as he gives a nod, then a hum as if he’d been mulling over the meaning of your four word statement spoken just moments before. As if he didn’t believe a single one of those words to be true, as though he had seen right through you. If he did, he didn’t say anything, eyes sparkling at you.

You hoped he hadn’t seen how your hands shook as you worked, continuing to blot the peroxide soaked cotton ball over the scrape lining his jaw. He didn’t particularly like the sensation, the action stinging sharply with each press of it along the fresh wound. You tried your hardest to ignore the way he’d gathered a fistful of the comforter within his hand, or the way his very jaw tensed under your palm. You tried not to notice the way he’d scooted closer to the edge of the bed, closer to you.

You swallowed, biting your cheek as you grabbed a fresh cotton pad and wet it with more antiseptic. Now it was the part you’d been saving for last, the part you’d put off as long as you possibly could in hopes that maybe it’d magically heal itself. Maybe it’d disappear if you’d waited just a few seconds longer. But fate didn’t humor you this time, the cut along the curve of his bottom lip still very much there and waiting to be tended to as hues of scarlet sat smudged around it, pooling slightly at the corner of his mouth.

It’s not a big deal. Nothing worthy enough to make your stomach twist in knots, nothing to add to the shake in your hands or the quickened pace of your heart. It was just Dean Winchester, the man you swore got on your last nerve and not at all was the source of your butterflies over time.

Definitely not a big deal.

“Would it kill you to hold still?” You ask, huffing once more.

“No, but you’re cute when you’re angry,” he says, brow raised in amusement.

You settled your hand on his jaw, thumb resting just under his lip to keep him stilled in place though it was becoming all the more difficult to hold your focus now that you’d done so. He was grinning at you again, soft as it lingered on his lips, careful to not tug at the split adorning it or the pale crimson smeared lightly over the edge that you were quick to wipe away before your heart beat out of your chest. You swiped your thumb over his bottom lip as you did so, your breath hitching softly.

“Something wrong?” He asked, the ever familiar tease to his words not lost on you.

“What makes you say that?”

When you look up, you meet his gaze and you’re starting to wonder just how long it’d been that he’d been looking at you like that. In such a way that you bit the inside of your cheek to try your hardest to keep the traces of a smile beginning to develop from becoming obvious. What had also been obvious was the fact that your hand was still on his cheek, his stubble scratching lightly against your palm and you could feel each and every time it’d clenched, or the way his voice rumbled just so under your fingertips.

You pretended you couldn’t see the details in his eyes—every shade of green and every fleck of yellow that swirled within them all framed by lashes that curled away from them. You pretended you couldn’t see the smattering of freckles that peppered across the bridge of his nose, more sparse as they danced across the very tops of his cheeks, ones you hadn’t ever noticed until you were just mere inches from his face. Said freckles dotted along his skin, meshing with the pink of his lips that you’d just been tending to before you got caught up with seemingly more pressing matters.

It was becoming increasingly more apparent just how close you’d been to the green eyed hunter when you felt the warmth of his breath fan over your skin, over the pad of your thumb. It was near dizzying when it swept over you, his once teasing smirk falling in favor of a much softer smile. Of course you’d see that, you were staring.

You were staring.

“Y/n?”

You swallowed thickly, clearing your throat in hopes to dissolve some of the tension that was more than apparent in the room. It didn’t work. You dropped your hand from his face in favor of scratching the back of your neck, though the action hadn’t looked as calm as you wanted, all but jerking your hand away as if touching him for a moment longer would sear your skin.

It was then that you turned away from him, your attention fixed on fumbling with the first aid kit that lay sifted through next to him on the bed. Your cheeks burned under his gaze, at the moment you’d just shared that felt as though it’d lasted far longer than it was. The time was indiscernible, but the way your heart hammered in your chest and the way your hands trembled slightly as you haphazardly stuffed cotton pads and unused alcohol wipes was very easy to notice in your eyes.

“Y/n.”

You were so caught up in passing off the last chunk of time as anything other than what it was, as if it didn’t happen, that you hadn’t answered him the first time. It wasn’t until his hand caught your wrist that you looked at him once more.

“You’re good to go, Winchester,” you say, finding your way back to your usual banter in hopes to stave off the remaining tension though you knew it was no use. “Don’t go looking for any more vamps. I’m afraid you just might cry if I have to give you stitches.”

He laughed behind you as you made your way to the bathroom, your smile widening at the sudden sound of his protests upon realizing just what it is you had said.

You closed the door behind you, back pressed to the wood as you let out the breath you’d been holding and you tipped your head back. It was only then that your heart rate returned to nearly normal, eyes falling closed for a brief few moments. You hadn’t entirely been sure what it was that just happened, if anything at all. Though it was more than apparent that maybe you didn’t have it out for him as much as you let on, you knew that to be true as much as you didn’t want it to be.

You took the couple of steps to the sink and ran your hands under the faucet, cooling the heat in your cheeks as you splashed handfuls of water over your skin. You brushed your teeth once—even twice for good measure, doing something, anything to borrow as much time as you could before you had to go back out there. The way you felt jittery, the butterflies in your stomach each and every time his hand brushed over yours or the moment he met your gaze even if it’d only been for a mere second. The way your heart hadn’t quite stopped its racing no matter how much time had gone by. It made you feel as though you were a teenager again with some silly crush.

Now you were sharing a bed with green eyes and you feared this just might be the way you go. Not by a freak accident or a great big ugly monster, but by sharing a bed with Dean Winchester.

With another deep breath and countless minutes later you swung open the door, Dean already having been settled in bed. His boots sat neatly on the floor by his side, jeans strewn next to them. He flashed you a grin, brow quirking upwards.

“Here I thought you ran off on me.”

You roll your eyes at the assumption though you were strongly considering it, more so when you’d noticed the bed was borderline too small for two. But you pushed that down and pulled back the covers, settling close to the edge of your side with your back to him and the blankets up over your shoulders.

He took note of the way you lay huddled on the very edge of the bed, nearly falling to the floor should he move around the slightest bit. Your back was to him but you could still feel his eyes on you, your gaze fixed on the tacky framed painting hanging crooked on the wall.

“Y/n/n, I don’t bite,” he sighs, voice soft and words sincere.

“Yeah right, Winchester,” you mumble, a smile pulling at your lips.

You hear him huff, feel the bed move a little bit in what you assumed was him rolling over for the night. You were ready to dig your heels in and sleep on the edge of the bed out spite even if it was uncomfortable. Even if you did want to tuck in a little closer because you hadn’t hated him as much as you had let on. But you don’t think you’d ever tell green eyes that, not in a million years. He’d never let you live it down and you feel you know that for sure.

“Maybe it’s you that bites,” he suggests, humor in his tone and a grin behind his words.

You snort, head shaking softly.

“Maybe it is.”

You can hear his quiet laugh behind you, the room falling silent once more save for the tick of the clock in the nightstand and the howl of the wind just on the other side of the wall. You’d since move away from the mattress’s edge just merely an inch, unnoticeable by most but more than apparent for you.

It’s quiet when you think about what’s running through his mind, if he’s thinking about what had happened not long before what’s happening now just as much as you had been. If he’d given it second thought at all. You’d been curious as to whether or not he’d gotten just as flustered. Not that it mattered. Not that it didn’t. You were quite sure you were the only one dwelling on the subject. For all you knew, the newfound silence could have been telling that Dean had already fallen asleep and you were perfectly content with pretending the last hour had never happened. More than content, in fact.

That was the plan until the silence was broken.

“Hey, you uh…” he starts, tone much more serious than it had been not long before. “You don’t have to share a bed with me if you don’t want to. I can take the floor.”

His offer was sincere, in fact, that’s the most serious he’d been since you nearly had a close call on the hunt earlier that day. Obviously, he’d followed it with a witty counter and pursed lips, something about learning to not be so reckless falling from his lips. Regardless, he’d meant what he’d just said.

You roll your eyes as you finally move to roll over.

“Dean, don’t be ridiculous—”

Your breath hitched once more when you nearly brushed noses with him, not really just how small the bed was and just how close he’d be. Soon you find yourself in the same situation as you had been once already that day, cheeks burning and heart racing. The same heart fluttering, time stopping situation that made it feel like something even as simple as breathing at a steady rate seems like the most difficult task to achieve to date.

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor.”

The corner up his mouth quirked up, an indicator that was forever telling that he’d been up to something.

“I’m serious, I’m sure it’s not easy to share a bed with Dean Winchester,” he says, a laugh leaving his lips when you swat at his shoulder.

“I don’t think you realize how much of a pain you are,” you grumble, brows knit together in a display of discontent though the way you bite your lip to hide your amusement says otherwise.

What he said, it was obvious, you knew the first time he said it it’d been sincere. He didn’t need to tell you it was for you to believe it. You knew him well enough to know the difference between him poking fun to get on your last nerve and when he’s truthful, you’re just lucky enough to get both.

“Oh but I think I do.” You huff out a sigh, lips pursed as you look up at him and he lets out a breath of his own as he looks at you. “Seriously, I mean it. I can get comfortable on the floor if you want me to.”

You look up at him, laughing softly in a way he knew wasn’t teasing this time. “It’s fine, Dean, really.”

“Oh, so you do like me?”

“Who said that?”

He huffs out a laugh, propping himself up on his elbow as his jaw rests on his palm. He pretends to ponder the question as though it required much thought. “Well, you’re lookin’ at me like that again. Like you did a little bit ago when you were patching me up.”

“Don’t push your luck,” you say, shoving his shoulder again. His reasoning was soft and not entirely teasing, not mocking either and you knew for a fact you’ve got to get better at hiding your emotions. You can’t fight your smile this time, one that was very telling to him that you’d been up to no good. Couldn’t be.

“What?” He asked, face displaying amused curiosity.

“Nothing,” you shrug, “I’m thinking maybe you just want to be close to me,” you say, matter of factly as you look up at him, trying your hardest to take the heat off of you.

“Oh really?” He asks, amusement on his tongue as you nod. “Your cheeks just might be hotter than the sun right now, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes and push his hand away, though you stay right where you are. Even though you promised you hated him, you knew you didn’t. You knew it was far more than that, and you knew you missed the feeling of his hand on your cheek. He knew it too. You hated that your very emotions were so easily pinpointed by him, you were convinced your every thought was too for that matter. You were starting to wonder if you’d been that transparent or if he’d just known you better than you knew yourself.

“Maybe I’ll just sleep in the car with Sam,” you say, though you made no effort to move his hand from your cheek.

He simply hums, nodding his head as his eyes squinted in disbelief that you’d actually consider subjecting yourself to Sam’s snoring in such close quarters. He knew you wouldn’t do that either.

You were doomed.

Never mind the fact that you had now been sharing the same pillow, never mind the fact that you were close enough to feel the warmth of his breath fan over your lips, more so with every word he spoke. You were far too distracted by the smile pulling at the corners of his mouth in a way you knew meant he surely knew you were full of it. By the way his hand settles lightly over your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin in a soft motion.

Your heart bounded as you looked at him, as your cheeks continued to burn under his fingertips. It was then that you did it.

You leaned forward, the inches between you becoming centimeters, centimeters falling to nothing as your lips brushed over his own. You felt him smile, the softness of his laughter sounding against your lips as his hand remained on your cheek and the tips of his fingers tangled in your hair. It wasn’t more than soft touches of the others lips, the second kiss longer than the first, and the third sweeter than the last. And even though you’d parted, neither of you strayed far as your smiles lingered in the close proximity.

He laughs again, fingers brushing over the top of your cheek, thumb smoothing over your skin. It’s that all familiar mix of humor and something a little bit more.

“And here you said you didn’t like me,” he says, the tip of his nose bumping yours.

“And I just might change my mind.”

With that he grabbed your hand, pulling you in closer before he rolled to lay on his back. You settled down on his chest, head over his heart as your smile lingered—you hadn’t seen the one to match yours as his eyes fell closed, but it’d been there.

“So does this mean—”

“Night Dean.”

He pauses for a minute, smiling to himself as he answers his own question.

“Night sweetheart.”

Maybe sharing a bed with green eyes wasn’t so bad after all, but you won’t admit that. At least not to Sam.

—

Tags: @gxtitobxby @flamencodiva @stixnstripesworld @dean-is-sams-apple-pie @elegantbutedgy @campingmonkey

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester oneshot #supernatural

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - PhantomsPhine’s Writing Is Less Than Phine

For: @sailor-toni @everystarstorm

Paulina is a wee bit obsessed in all honesty, and while she might not be exactly good at it, she’s fine taking out said obsession on the written word while making others have to witness it

Jazz had been sorting what of her final papers for the year that she hadn’t already handed in, when she caught one of the younger students sort of… glancing at her nervously, shifting on her feet even.

The girl was outright beautiful, with long black hair, near-perfect skin, and expensive perfectly colour coordinated clothing; meaning she could only really be Paulina. Didn’t Danny have a crush on her for a short while? Like most of the silly boys at this school? Yeah she’s fairly certain he did; at least he was definitely over it. From what Jazz knew the girl was less than Danny’s type and was very much shallow; at least according to all of Sam’s ranting. She was a pretty face and that was apparently it; Jazz didn’t believe that of course. What she does think is that maybe the girl wanted people to think that; some people put everything on their looks and don’t want to be seen as anything more.

Turning to the girl and quirking an eyebrow, “what’s bothering you? Do you need any university advice or help with one of the teachers?”, Jazz was well aware that she had very little in the friend department, outside of Lillian all anyone really wanted with her was her brains. Just like all anyone wanted with Paulina was her looks; though Jazz’s pretty sure Star and Kwan are genuine friends to her, which is good. Everyone needs genuine friends, even if she didn’t use to believe as such.

Paulina shifts a little more and twirls her hair daintily. The younger girl had perfected the cute act, Jazz will give her that. Paulina walking over and making something of a show of ‘mustering up her courage’, not that Jazz can’t sense how fake the act was. “You brainy types write a lot right?”.

Jazz nods, wondering where this is going. Test writing? Essays! Job or University applications perhaps? How to professionally sign off on emails? What she didn’t expect was for the younger to hold out her phone, decorated in a custom-made 3d pink candy case, with Ao3 on screen.

“What am I doing wrong?”.

Jazz taking the device and eyeing the user name, PhantomsPhine, oh! Was she writing fanfiction! Well that was certainly a wonderful pastime and hobby, self-fulfilling and the act of writing it and reading it would improve anyone's reading comprehension and writing skills; vocabulary too! Scrolling a bit with a hum, making a point to not outwardly wince, she was… not exactly gifted with the written word. The spelling was fine, spell check likely being involved, grammar was… okay, but the word choice and paragraph structures were not great. It was hard to tell who was speaking and when, their tone even harder. There was a lot of ‘wall of text’ going on, which for an essay is fine, for online absolutely not. The ‘“we should probably get up”. “Yup”. “So”. “Fine”.’ line is particularly confusing. There was also a lot of ‘.”,’ and ‘.”.’ which was simply strange looking. The general word choice was, as Danny would say, rather cringey.

But she nearly chokes, smiling slightly, when she finally scrolls past an actual character name: Danny Phantom. This was self-insert romance! Oh Danny would be so embarrassed. But well, self-insert lent itself to being inherently groan-worthy. But she could still offer the girl some help… and then bother Danny about this later. Sitting down at a desk and gesturing with a smile for the younger girl to do the same.

Paulina glances around quickly first, likely making sure she wasn’t going to ‘been seen with the financially worse off’. Paulina plucks back her phone, practically showing off her manicured baby blue nails, and scrolls on her screen quickly before pushing it back at Jazz, “look at this! They’re so mean! To me!”. And Jazz sees why, exactly, Paulina had come to her: a negative review. A really scathing one actually.

‘Get off of here, no one needs to see more horrifically written dribble from some crushing loser who thinks they should get the privilege of writing just because they can type on a keyboard. Do you even know what grammar is? A dictionary? Are you five? If you somehow actually are five then whatever, your parents should take your phone away before you embarrass yourself further. And this dialogue? What cringey hallmark movie teen even talks like that. Do you think not using character names is ‘quirky’, god give me Twilight over this!’.

Jazz frowns, now this was simply mean. Unnecessarily mean. Shaking her head, “people like that give shame to all readers and writers. Unbelievable”, looking to the younger teen, “ignore them”.

Paulina pouts a little, lip wobbling in intentional cuteness, “but… it’s not very good”.

Jazz shakes her head, “No one is good when they start something new. Especially teenagers. If this was publishing quality then I’d tell you that you were truly gifted”, smiling, “sure there is much to be said for natural talent, which I will admit you don’t have”. Paulina twirls her hair a little at that. “But practice wins over natural gifts, particularly when it comes to the arts. Creative writing, drawing, photography, dancing; they’re practice based more than anything else”, shifting and leaning towards the girl some so she can see the screen where Jazz is pointing, “the technical mistakes are simply an awareness thing. Like these periods inside dialogue followed up with periods and commas outside of the dialogue is just a grammar error”.

Paulina shrugs, “I think it looks prettier having the, um, punctuation outside of the dialogue quotes on both sides and not just one”.

“Then get rid of the more grammatically correct punctuation inside the speech”, drawing ‘“…and”, character smiles, “hi…”’ on a bit of paper, “do this instead. Grammar barely matters with free online for fun writing like this. If people don’t like it, ignore them. Write for you first”.

Paulina smiles and hums to herself, “that does look better… prettier”.

Jazz nods to herself, pointing on the screen to a bit when she had written… Phantom elongating his tongue -which was not something she had ever needed nor wanted to read- swallowing a little to seem less weirded out, “and maybe learn more about ghosts, I can tell you that Phantom can’t actually do that; at least not like that at the least. Simply making things more accurate will make it better and it will help you keep things consistent”.

“Oh! Well I guess you would know that”.

Jazz ignores the slight jab. Nodding instead, “and drop using ‘said’ so much, you’re better off not using that word at all than constantly. The dialogue markers already tell the reader that a character is saying something, you don’t need a word to tell them that. Us things that give tone instead. Have them smile or laugh or smirk or giggle. Definitely don’t do more of this ‘she giggled, said, “oh you fox.!”.’. When someone writes a character giggling before saying something it means they are speaking with a giggle, so the ‘said’ is entirely redundant”. Paulina nods along eagerly, well at least she was listening.

…

The two girls manage to talk for a full half an hour actually. Jazz can tell the other girl isn’t exactly used to genuinely paying attention for long periods of time. On learning. Paulina smiling almost pinched, before grabbing her phone rather rudely and standing up, “well thank you bunches, but I should probably go. Star’s probably wondering where her Paulie is!”, skipping to the door before looking back, “you tell no one”.

Making Jazz laugh lightly, “I’m not the gossiping type”.

“Oh I know”.

-

Jazz sitting for a bit after the girl left before snickering and laughing into her hand. Poor Danny! That girl had it hard for him. Half of him specifically. She is absolutely telling him. And Lillian. She might not be a gossip but that doesn’t mean she keeps everything entirely to herself. Especially when it was a sister's duty to pester their little brother.

-

It takes her all of five minutes to find Lillian, grinning at her friend who quirks a ginger eyebrow at her. “Well you seem chipper?”.

Jazz nods, “oh yes. One of the underclassmen wanted some help with creative writing, and actually listened to my advice!”, and beams. It was really satisfying in all honesty.

Lillian bumps shoulders with her, “good on them, girl. It’s great when others actually want to learn from you”. Jazz nodding readily, well aware that Lillian wanted to be a teacher someday.

Jazz leaning over to whisper a little, “and all they write is self-insert Phantom fan-fiction”. Lillian actually blushes furiously at that and makes a scandalised look before shaking her head, “that poor whoever. Was it at least creative?”.

“A little too creative”, and winces. Lillian wincing in return, “oh gee, sorry for your brain then”. Making Jazz laugh lightly, “honestly? I think I’d actually love watching my parents read it, just to hear them jump between ranting about inaccuracies about ghosts to the simple fact that it’s romance about a ghost”. Lillian laughs with her readily, easily agreeing that would be something to behold. Either way, the two head off to their university prep class.

---

Jazz corners Danny in his room, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe, “so, you know how a vast majority of Casperhigh have crushes on you. On Phantom you”.

Danny groans actively, putting on a show of looking to the ceiling and slouching dramatically, “oh Ancients do I ever”, turning to her, “why?”, sounding more than a little suspicious.

Jazz smirks at him, “oh no reason, someone just wanted a little help writing some very interesting self-insert Phantom fan fiction”.

“Oh end me”, glaring at her, “why would you actually help them do that?!?”.

She rolls her eyes, “believe me, it was hard to read. But I am not about to discourage someone’s interest in creative writing just because my little brother’s famous enough to be the subject matter”.

He throws a pillow at her.

-

Regardless, when Jazz checks to see what new fic PhantomsPhine had posted, maybe due to a desire to simply check in on someone she advised, she’s happy to see there’s already a little improvement. It’s less visually painful… but reading about someone literally snuggling her baby brother's ghostly self was still mentally painful. But at least the writing itself has improved. Small wins.

Having also overheard Danny crying out, “Paulina why?!?”, one night. Also brought a smile to her face, she knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself but look. He pestered her constantly, she was going to get him back here and there.

End.

Prompts: Paulina begins to write self insert x Phantom fanfiction. But she is not a natural writer and after someone leaves a bad review she goes to Jazz for writing advice. and Jazz has friends

#Danny Phantom #phandom #phic phight #phic phight 2022 #danny fenton #jazz fenton #paulina #fan fiction about fan fiction #bad writing #advice #crushing #fan fic #phan phic #My writing #phantomphangphucker #have a fic suck my dick

[noteguk]

for science | jhs | m

— summary; in which Hoseok hears through the grapevine that you give one of the best blowjobs ever, and he needs to test it to be sure. 

— contents and warnings; blowjob (duh), dirty talk, praising and stupid pet names, cum eating, deepthroating (the oc has no gag reflex), Hoseok finds heaven, kind of crack? Idk don’t take this seriously, college!au, hoseok x reader (with a mention of past Jimin x reader), studying sessions being interrupted in the name of science 

— words; 5,1k

Requested by anon! 

Hoseok could be kind of clueless when it came to some science-related things (and his high school biology teacher could attest to that), but one thing he knew very well was the scientific method. All that hypothesis-testing-stuff, or whatever the hell that was (okay, maybe he didn’t know it that well) had taken him out of some trouble in the past. It helped him see some of his decisions in a more experimental light, avoiding the terrible Olympic-somersault-into-conclusions that had gotten so many of his friends into awkward situations. And it shouldn’t even be said that he took quite a bit of pride in that — it made him feel very intelligent and he would take any stroke to the ego that he could get. 

So, when Jimin got a bit too tipsy and started babbling on about how you gave him the best blowjob of his life, Hoseok was, at the very least, cautiously skeptical. 

“You’re such a drama queen.” Hoseok rolled his eyes before chugging down a bit more of his beer. He was nowhere near as intoxicated as Jimin was, and he wasn’t planning on changing that. It was a Wednesday night, for fuck’s sake. He had to leave some thrill to the end of the week. “It probably was like… alright. Good, even. But the best one ever? Please.” 

“It was so much more than alright, dude.” Jimin threw his head over the couch’s back, looking like he just got washed up on the shore. His hair was a mess of clear strands, exploding on his head like a failed science fair experiment. “It was the best suck of my liiiiife. I wish she didn’t hate me so I could have that again.” 

He scoffed. Hoseok had enough filter left in him to avoid telling Jimin that the reason why you hated him was entirely his fault — what did he expect from three weeks of ghosting? Besides, if the head was that good, he would surely stick around for just a bit longer than two months. “Sure. Like the time that you almost died riding a roller coaster.” 

“Hey. I almost did.” Jimin’s eyes opened, presenting his friend with a dazed-out, unfocused brand of frustration. He was getting tired of not being taken seriously — didn’t Hosoek know that alcohol makes you more honest? He wasn’t making things up. Not when they were as serious as the well-being of his dick, or actual death. “It was some Final Destination bullshit, I’m telling you. Pieces of metal flying and everything.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved it off, leaning closer to Jimin so he could take the almost-empty can of beer from his clumsy hands, and placed it on the center table. “I think you’ve had enough alcohol for tonight, man. You have a class at ten tomorrow.” 

“I’m serious, dude,” Jimin pressed on. It was past eleven and Hoseok only wanted to sleep, but the other boy was clearly clueless about the lack of mutual interest in that conversation. “Aren’t you two friends or something?”

“Kind of. It’s weird,” Hoseok answered. You two had lingered in a hazy friendship space for a long time now, and he didn’t know exactly how to explain your relationship. He didn’t really consider you two close by any means, but you weren’t strangers or casual friends either. To be honest, he hadn’t thought too much about it until that very moment. “Why? What does that have to do with anything?” 

Jimin sighed, fumbling against the sofa. Much to Hoseok’s delight, he was starting to get sleepy as well. “You could ask her to suck you off,” he mumbled, “then you can feel it for yourself.” 

He laughed at that, unable to believe what he was hearing. “Jimin, you’re out of your mind if you think that’s not gonna backfire.” 

He blinked heavily. “Hm? Why?” 

Hoseok blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “We aren’t that close, and we haven’t done anything remotely sexual before this. It would be super creepy.”

“That’s not true,” Jimin spoke lazily, as if the words were starting to get hard to find. There was a pause so long after his sentence that Hoseok thought his roommate had fallen asleep. “I know you guys made out like at the beginning of the semester. Taehyung told me so.”

He was going to murder Taehyung. “It wasn’t like that. We were both drunk and it was super awkward afterwards.” Hoseok got up from the couch, leaving Jimin to groan and spread out his legs over the cushions. “Listen, I’m glad you two had fun, and I’m sorry you ruined it. But I’m not gonna ask ____ to suck me off just so I can know if you’re being dramatic or not.” 

Jimin smirked wickedly — or at least tried to, because his lack of facial control wasn’t doing him any favors. “Whatever you say,” he teased, “but I think you’re curious.” 

Truth was: Hoseok was beyond curious. The cogs in his head had started to move, and his brain was evoking lewd images of you so fast that he could barely follow. He would be pretending if he said that he never saw you under that light before, but, after the mess that was your makeout session, he had forced himself to jump into the friendzone before he managed to make things worse. 

Hoseok liked you very much, even if you two weren’t particularly close. He enjoyed spending time with you, he found you funny, smart, and way out of his league. But he wasn’t delusional enough to believe that you would actually say yes to sucking him off, especially so out of the blue. 

“I’m not curious,” Hoseok lied through his teeth, and he wanted to change the subject so much that his head was starting to hurt. “You’re gonna sleep here?” 

“Hm… yes… the couch is very comfortable.” Jimin closed his eyes and adjusted his body on the furniture. His baggy shirt was already halfway through his stomach and his pants had ran up to his waist, but the man didn’t seem to notice. “You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, moving towards the door. He needed to get Jimin some blankets, because the other was surely not getting up for the rest of the night. It was bad enough to babysit him for those few hours of intoxication, but infinitely worse to make him chicken soup if he got sick. Been there, done that. “I’m sure the couch is great.”

Jimin’s voice was soft and sleepy when he spoke up again. Hoseok was already in the corridor, and he almost didn’t hear him when he said, “I’m not talking about the couch.” 

Hoseok went to Jimin’s bedroom and grabbed his pillow and the blanket from his undone bed. Meanwhile, scenarios ran wild inside his head, having you as the main star. He didn’t know what was taking over him, but he wasn’t so quick to ignore Jimin’s story. Hoseok was faced with a fantastic scenario of a perfect blowjob, and the idea that it was so close to him was making his pulse quicken. Again: it would be absurd to ask you to do that, regardless of the motive behind it, and he knew that it would be awful for your already-strange friendship. 

No, he could never do that. He would not. 

But like… what if it worked, and you magically accepted his request? And what if, by some wonderful moment, some millennial alignment of planets, Jimin wasn’t actually being hyperbolic and you actually had the ability to give incredible blowjobs? Could he really let it pass without giving it a shot? 

He could see it as a scientific experiment, Hoseok thought, as a way to prove a hypothesis. It couldn’t hurt if he just— 

Oh my god, dude, shut the fuck up and forget about this. 

Coming back to his senses, Hoseok strutted out of his roommate's bedroom and walked toward the living room. By the time he came back with the blanket and the pillow, Jimin was already deep asleep.

~ 

Against his best efforts, that conversation remained stuck to the back of his mind for the next two weeks. Hoseok would find himself going back and forth on the idea of you having some strange, Marvel-worthy superpower when it came to sucking dick and, worst of all, the idea that his skepticism was making him miss out on it. Jimin was exaggerated when it came to, well, pretty much everything, but that didn’t mean that he would be wrong about that specific subject. That would be a logical fallacy, and that was also something that Hoseok knew very well. Bless his late nights on Reddit for that. 

Yet as the days moved along, and his curiosity was slowly turning into desire, he was forced to revisit the infamous night between the two of you, the one that Jimin had so mercilessly mentioned. Thinking back on it, it wasn’t surprising that your overconsumption of alcohol, added to the way that you two had grown close (both physically and mentally) had ended up with Hoseok laying on top of you, kissing the soul out of you and fondling your breasts in the middle of a party. It wasn’t the most dignified moment of either of your lives, but, well, it happened. 

One way or another, the night didn’t move forward. Even if Hoseok already had a tent in his pants, you two were far too intoxicated to consent, and were quick to fall asleep before the situation could escalate. Bottom line: Hoseok woke up with your tit in his hand, a nightmarish hangover, and the decision that the You-Subject would have to stay on hold for some time. 

And on hold it stayed. For an entire semester. And it would’ve remained that way if Jimin’s stupid mouth hadn’t started talking. 

So after two weeks of self-inflicted psychological torture, Hoseok slipped a hangout invitation amidst your texts. If you saw any second intentions behind his “haven’t seen you in awhile, wanna hangout? ;)” you didn’t let it show. The problem was that you weren’t really in the mood to go out, especially since you had a big exam coming up, so Hoseok ended up convincing you that he would stay quiet if you let him go over to your place. 

It was a bit harder not to notice the desperation in his proposal that time, but you ended up agreeing. Your thought process was that the boy would eventually realize that his hangout attempt was ridiculous and that he would leave you to study by yourself, and the two of you would reschedule that odd friendship session to when you weren’t drowning in textbooks. 

The problem was that you had been stupid enough to believe that your friend would actually keep his mouth shut. 

Hoseok was seated on the edge of your bed for so long that he was sure that his asscheeks were permanently imprinted on your sheets. Because he hated himself, he kept eyeing the digital clock to your right, and he was certain that he had spent the last fifty two minutes and thirty three seconds staring at the back of your head and trying to come up with a casual way to ask for a blowjob. 

He had tried a few times already, and each one constituted of him being unable to finish his sentence, instead looking at you like BooBoo The Fool until you turned back around to face your disorganized desk, sighing and trying to concentrate on your work. 

All things considered, he couldn’t actually believe he had escalated Jimin’s sailor tale to that point. He was out of his mind, that was a fact, and he had absolutely no clue how you would react once he (if he) found the words to ask you to sacrifice your mouth for science. 

God, he was an idiot. 

He cleared his throat and got ready to try one more time. “So… I…” 

You sighed heavily and turned around on the chair. “Hobi, this is the fifth time you’re starting a sentence and not finishing it,” you said, annoyed. “Can you tell me what the problem is? I have a test in two days and you promised you wouldn’t interrupt me if you came over.” 

“I’m sorry,” he didn’t like feeling like a kid being scolded, even if he kind of deserved that. Hoseok guessed it would be better to just take off the band-aid before he made an even bigger fool out of himself. “Let me just, like, explain the context of this. Otherwise it’s going to be even more strange.” 

Dropping your pen, you fully swirled the chair around, crossing your hands over your legs. He wasn’t expecting your complete attention anytime soon, and the seriousness in your stare made his courage falter for a second. It was such a stupid idea, you’d just end up hating him like you did Jimin. “As long as you make it quick,” you told him.  

Hoseok hesitated, running one hand through his hair. “Yeah, okay, so… like, a few weeks ago I was talking to Jimin,” he started, watching your face for any signal of an expression — confusion, disgust, anything. But he found nothing. “We were drunk, and he started talking about the time that you two were together. Like, sexually.” 

You blinked, unfazed. “And?”

“And… he told me that you give, like, the best blowjobs in history,” the words left his mouth before he could fully digest them. This time, he got a reaction out of you — a light raise of your eyebrows. “And, no offense, but I didn’t believe him. You know how extra he is about some stuff. Most stuff.” 

There was a moment of silence as you waited for him to go on, but Hoseok was too busy swallowing his thoughts down and feeling like he would collapse at any given moment. You sighed. “So what? You wanted to tell me that you don’t believe in my blowjob abilities? That’s all? Can I go back to studying now?” 

“No, that’s…” Now, things were starting to get complicated. Just take off the band-aid, Hoseok, don’t chicken out now. “I wanted to know if you could show me. Like, if you could suck me off. So I could... confirm that hypothesis.”

Every part of his brain was suddently hyperaware of how fucking stupid he just sounded. He had expected that another thick silence would follow, but his heart almost leaped out of your chest when you started laughing at him — like, full-chest, eyes closing, head rolling back laughing. “Are you serious?” You asked, taking one hand to cover your mouth before, at last, bursting out again. He felt like his ego was being stabbed with a rusty nail. “I can’t believe you, Hoseok. Took you all this time just to ask me if I could suck you off? For science?”

His mouth felt like it was full of cotton and he had to clear his throat before he found the force to answer you. “Yeah, I mean, only if you’re comfortable with it, of course,” he struggled to say, each word morphing into the next. His stomach had frozen up and the flight or fight response was starting to kick in. Had he really been that much of an idiot? When did his cock start dictating his words? “I… I know this is like, super creepy. I’m sorry. We can forget this ever happened and I’ll never talk to you again. I shouldn’t have said anything.” 

Suddenly sad, he waited as you settled back on the chair, wiping a small tear from the corner of your eye before you stared at him. There was still a smirk crawling up your lips, and he felt like the world was collapsing all around him  as the silence expanded around the two of you. He looked at the digital clock: it had taken him precisely three minutes to ruin everything. 

He sighed, shoulders falling. “Do you hate me? Why are you so quiet?” 

You bit down on your lip, your eyes narrowing as you took his form in. Hoseok was hot: point blank. He was also nice, and respectful enough to realize that he might have overstepped a few lines with his request — and, even if you couldn’t really understand it, you also weren’t bothered by it. And you certainly didn’t hate him. In a way, you were almost flattered. You would’ve been more if the comment had come from anyone else but your Danny Phantom ex. But that was a different story. 

The entire situation was just too funny to let it go. And, besides, you really wouldn’t mind sucking Hoseok off. It wasn’t as if you had never thought about that before. 

“I’m... considering it,” you told him, watching as his face lit up in a mixture of confusion and joy. He looked like a kid seeing Santa for the first time. “If you promise to shut up and let me study, I’ll do it. And if you agree to never talk about it again.” 

Hoseok blinked profusely, his mind short circuiting. “For real?” 

“Yeah.” You raised from your chair, walking closer to your bed. Hoseok swallowed hard and leaned back, placing his hands on the mattress for support. “But do me a favor: if it’s not that good, don’t tell me. It’ll hurt me.” 

“Yeah, alright.” He swallowed dry, every neuron in his brain trying to grasp what the fuck had just happened. His mind was the Spongebob office being set on fire, and he suddenly didn’t know how to deal with the anticipation booming in his chest. “I’m... not hard yet, though.” 

“It’s okay.” You kneeled in front of him, placing your hands on his inner thighs and slightly pushing them apart. Hoseok quickly got the cue, and opened a bit more so you could comfortably place yourself between them. “Just... relax,” your voice was almost a whisper then, and he felt his soul trying to leave him. That was insane. “Let me take care of you.”  

Your words managed to make him relax a bit, then he tensed all the way back at the feeling of your hands fumbling with his button. His breath hitched as you pulled the zipper down, fingers hooking on the edge of his pants before tugging them down his thighs. 

He felt exposed as his pants fell like a puddle around his ankles, his tongue coming out to wet his lips as you leaned in. Hosoek felt like he was dreaming when you started nibbling at his skin, kissing and licking his inner thighs as you slowly made your way closer to his aching member. 

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he barely got out before sighing, the tingles of your caresses on his skin shooting directly towards his cock, already semi-hard. 

You flicked your eyes up at him, humming against his thigh muscles. You were now so dangerously close to his underwear that he thought he would lose consciousness. “Were you daydreaming about it or something?” You teased. 

Maybe in a different position, he would’ve lied about it. But the truth came out before he could hold it back. “Ever since Jimin told me that, yeah,” he said. 

“Hmm… hope I live up to the expectation, then,” you purred, looking up at him with those doll-like eyes. Hoseok suddenly felt like he was losing his balance, his entire body burning in desire and expectancy. You looked like another one of his horny daydreams, but you were kneeling right there, in arms reach, and he didn’t know how he would deal with what was about to ensue. 

Your mouth was hovering above his clothed cock before he could notice and, delicately, you leaned down to place a kiss on it. The touch was tender, almost numb with the fabric standing between you two, and yet Hoseok shivered, biting down on his lip as one of your hands enveloped his erection. He watched, mesmerized, as you started lazily stroking him through his underwear, leaning your head to the side so you could place heavy kisses on him, at times giving his tip a few kitten licks until it was covered by a thin layer of your saliva. 

The sensation left him on edge, silently begging for more. By the time you moved back so you could undress him, Hoseok was a mess of shallow breaths and heavy swallows; his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as pleasure started to build up at the corners of his perception. Biting back a moan of relief, Hoseok raised his hips as you slowly pulled his underwear downward, allowing for his cock to spring free from its confinement. You had done a good job teasing him, because it was already fully hard when it bounced against his abdomen, red-tipped and leaking. 

His gaze oscillated between your face and his cock, watching for any reaction as you took one hand to his length, squeezing him firmly. “Fuck,” he let out a grunt, his overwhelmed body responding to the smallest of touches. 

You smirked at his reaction, taking a quick glimpse at his devastated features before moving back to what you were doing. Hoseok was so cute, you thought, liking the way he was so responsive. 

A shudder ran up Hoseok’s body when your tongue came out between your lips, placing delicate licks on his base. He loved the feeling of your warm muscle against his hardened member, his mind growing eager as you began tracing a path upwards, flattening your tongue against him. His breathing was ragged by the time that you reached his crown, a hum escaping your throat as you lazily swirled your tongue around his tip, covering him with your saliva. 

You took your time caressing his slit with your mouth, waiting until he was cursing and panting before you finally wrapped your lips around him. At first, you only took his tip in your mouth, sucking so slowly that Hoseok whined and buckled his hips from the bed, trying to make you move faster. 

Wordlessly, you simply placed your palm against his thigh and pressed him back down. Even if that was the last thing he wanted to do, Hoseok accepted your order and settled back against the mattress, grunting as you continued to tease him. 

“Please, put it all in,” he begged, starting to lose his trail of thought. “This is torture.” 

And maybe another day you would have taken a bit more time torturing him, but, that afternoon, you were kind of in a rush to finish studying. So you complied. 

“Oh, fuck, fuck.” His eyes shut and his head was thrown back as you fully sank down on his cock, your tongue flat against him. Before he could stop himself, his hand flew to your hair, yanking at the strands as you moved back up, your hand pumping the parts of him that you couldn’t reach. 

“God, your mouth feels so great…” He moaned, back arching as you reached his tip once again, licking it before sinking back down — you took him just a bit deeper that time, and the motion didn’t pass by unnoticed. He was really starting to believe Jimin, and he wondered if maybe he should’ve been more worried about the entire rollercoaster situation. “Ah, that’s it. Just like that.” 

You moaned around him, the vibrations making him cry out, desperate. Hoseok couldn’t hold himself back from moving closer to the edge of the bed, his other hand clenching your bedsheets between his fingers as you continued to swallow his cock like it belonged in the hot confinement of your mouth. 

“Oh— oh my god, baby,” he grunted, pulling at the strands of your hair. His mind was starting to get hazy, his chest fluttering in a mess of sighs and heavy breaths every time that you sank down on his member; every time you flicked your tongue against his sentitive slit or pumped his base. “That’s really good, you take my cock so well.”

You looked up just to see the mess that Hoseok had turned into. With his mouth parted and eyes glazed over, he looked like he was about to fall apart at any second. He was watching you in complete awe, his eyebrows falling to form a beautiful frown of concentration; tongue coming out to lick his lips. He was so fucked out that you felt yourself getting riled up by his image, a pool of wetness accumulating between your thighs. 

“You look so pretty like this.” He exhaled, unaware of his own words. Hoseok was too busy following your swollen, redden lips as they wrapped around his member, your cheeks hollowing after you sucked him with all that you had. Even the small amount of droll around your mouth was enough to make him throb in your hold, a grunt escaping him. “With these — fuck — those pretty lips around my cock, shit. I could watch you forever.” 

You hummed around his member again at his words, the vibrations shooting directly at his core, where a rising heat had dangerously grown stronger, signaling his upcoming orgasm. Hoseok loved the way you actually looked like you were enjoying yourself, moaning and whimpering around his cock as you took all of him in your mouth, eyes closing every time he throbbed inside you. The eagerness in which you took him in, like you were starving for his cock, was one of the filthiest images that Hoseok had ever seen, and it was one that he knew would haunt his dreams for the years to come. 

When you removed his cock from your mouth with a dirty wet sound, Hoseok was about to complain before he saw you licking down his length, one of your hands holding his cock away from your face as your tongue started to play with his balls. It was an odd feeling, but not an unwelcomed one, and it kept him on edge for a little while longer while you played with him. 

With a timid whimper, you looked up at him as you licked your way back up to his tip. The image was so hot that he almost fainted, a deep moan escaping his throat when you took him back inside your delicious mouth. 

And the truth was clearer than Hoseok had ever expected: Jimin was right. 

“Fuck, babe, how did you get this good?” Hoseok grunted, trying his best to focus on the picture-perfect image of your lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock. He could tell that his release was starting to build up at an alarming rate, his thighs growing weaker every time you took him inside you. “Oh my- Ngh! Fuck! Oh my god!” 

Hoseok’s mind was wiped clean when he felt his tip hitting the back of your throat, his hips buckling up as your throat clenched around him. He was pretty sure he was in heaven then — if he focused, he could hear angels singing all around him — , his pleasure overtaking every cell of his body as you continued sucking the soul out of him. 

“Holy fuck, do that again,” he begged, his voice much higher than before. You didn’t need to be asked twice, because, within a second, he was crying out at the feeling of your throat wrapping around his cock one more time; his hands holding tightly to the roots of your hair. The only reason why Hoseok hadn’t started fucking your mouth yet was because he wanted to have you in control, giving him the best head of his life without any interruption. “Fuck, fuck— Baby, you’re so fucking good at this, fuck.”

There was a vague raising of his hips to meet your movements, making him hit the back of your throat again and again, the lewd sounds you were making filling the room. Nothing in his life had ever compared to that instant, he had ever felt a pleasure as great as he did at that point, and he knew it was about to snap. 

“God, I’m gonna cum,” he sobbed, finally closing his eyes and letting the pleasure take over. “Fuck, you’re so good, I’m gonna—“ 

Hoseok filled your mouth with his cum, dripping down your throat when you swallowed around him. His head was spinning and his muscles were trembling, and that time he was unable to hold himself back from thrusting up against your mouth, trying to prolong that divine sensation for as long as he could before, at last, collapsing against the mattress with a final, shaky moan. 

He barely heard you when you got up to your feet, his mind floating above his body as he tried to get himself back together. With the little force that he still had inside him, Hoseok leaned on his elbows and stared at you like you were made of gold. “Fuck, ____.” He breathed out, and the only thing he could say was, “What the fuck?” 

You giggled at his reaction, thumb cleaning a bit of cum that had painted the corner of your mouth. “I appreciate your feedback,” you teased, pointing over your shoulder, to where your desk stood, forgotten. “Now that you have your answer, can I study in peace?” 

“Y-Yeah, sure,” he struggled to say. “I’ll... stay quiet.” 

You smiled brightly. “Thanks!” 

He thought about thanking you right back for giving him the best orgasm of his life, but he thought that would make everything much more pathetic. So he didn’t. 

Hoseok eventually found the motivation within him to put his cock back inside his underwear, clumsily pulling his pants back up. He found himself in the same position he was before everything went down: dumbfounded, staring at the back of your head as you worked on your textbook. The red numbers on the clock told him that just ten minutes had passed, and yet his life had completely changed. 

All that he wanted was to return the favor — it was the fair exchange, after all. Hoseok sat up at the edge of the bed and spoke up, filled by a newfound courage. “Wait. Don’t you want me to take ca—”

“Shut the fuck up, Hoseok.” 

His mouth fell shut and his courage deflated just as quickly. Maybe another time.

#hoseok #smut #hoseok smut #bts #bts fic #bts smut #bangtan boys #jung hoseok #pwp #drabble #smut drabble #x you #x reader #reader insert #hoseok x you #hoseok x reader #bts x you #bts x reader #college au

[meher-sumedha]

azriel and gwyn getting drunk together (they're in the 'omg I think I like my friend' phase)

Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn were drunk. Like really really drunk. And Apparently, Nesta had thought that going to a tattoo parlor and getting cassian's name tattoed on her lower back, so he could have a better look at her when he's riding her.

Gwyn had just laughed at Nesta, thinking that she would not go forward with it. She could not have been more wrong.

Nesta had decided to get Cassian's name tattoed just above her butt crack and thought to connect it with her butt crack with a line. Gwyn couldn't stop laughing, "NES, it's gonna look like a tulip growing out of your butt crack" And Emerie joined her and laughed.

Nesta just shouted very vulgar cuss words at them and flicked them off with the help of her favorite finger. Gwyn and Emerie were simply sitting on a couch in the parlor and were sharing beer from a bottle. "This beer's shit" Said Gwyn and Emerie chuckled.

"Well you were the one who wanted to be a miser and save money" Said Emerie and Gwyn squatted her hand. "Fuck off" Gwyn said and Emerie laughed again. They were silent for a few minutes before Emerie got up and a new found motivation found her.

"Guys, I'm in love with Mor" She said and Nesta and Gwyn snickered. Nesta said, "Yeah no shit" And Gwyn giggled with her. Emerie then looked around the room in confusion, her cheeks extremely red. "You guys knew?" She asked, still confused.

"Yes em, we've known since we saw Mor's hand on your thigh a year ago" Said Gwyn and went back to giggling.

"Well, I-. Well what if I said I wanted to get her name tattoed" Asked Emerie. Nesta replied for the both of them, "I'd say go for it, you should have it on your breast, or just above it. I catch Mor staring at them all the fucking time".

Gwyn just couldn't stop giggling at this. "Well, I, fine then. I'll get her name tattoed on my, on the outlining of my right boob". Said Emerie and sat on a chair, and soon started talking with the owner.

"Fine by me" Said Gwyn and drank from the bottle again, but she couldn't help but feel a bit left out. Both of her sisters were getting tattoos and only she wasn't. So, she decided to get a tattoo as well, "Even I'm getting a tattoo" She got up and shouted to no one particularly. Emerie just repeated her words, "Fine by me".

After one fucking hour, Gwyn still couldn't decide what tattoo she wanted. "Fucking choose already Gwyn" Nesta said, half asleep. Emerie was just passed out on the couch with Mor's tattoo on her breast, her very visible breast because of her very transparent dress.

"I don't knowwww" Gwyn groaned, still not able to decide. But then an idea hit her, and she whispered that idea to the owner. The owner understood and told one of his employees to do so.

The employee was just gonna start the third letter before the owner said, "so, how are you paying? Cash or card?" Well shit.

Neither of them had any cash on them, what the hell were they gonna do? She couldn't hear Nesta fighting with the owner as her voice was overpowered by her thoughts. They could go to jail. That record would be on Gwyn's permanent record. She won't be able to pass the priestess exams, she would be a failure-

"THERE'S MY MATE" Nesta shouted and pointed as Cassian, Azriel and Mor walked in. Cassian immediately went to Nesta and Mor immediately went to Emerie. But then she saw Azriel almost running towards her. He started touching her face and everything, to assure himself she was okay.

When Nesta had contacted Cassian through the bond and Cassian had told them, Azriel could not have been more worried. He was worried about Nesta and Emerie. But the thought of Gwyn in danger, just awakened something in him.

But when he saw her alright, right in front of him. His mind calmed down. "Are you okay?" He asked, eyes filled with worry.

Gwyn took Azriel's face in both her hands and brought his face closer to hers. "I am fine shadowsinger" She said and Azriel could smell the liquor on her tongue from a mile away. He closed his eyes, letting his racing heart calm down.

But then he saw those two letters on Gwyn's collarbone and his eyes widened. Azriel then shouted, "WHERE THE HELL-", "SHHH!", "WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT?" Azriel asked, his voice panicking but a bit slowly in her ear.

"I got it from here, of course" She said as if it was nothing. Cassian then motioned for him to take Gwyn somewhere, and so he took Gwyn and walked out of the parlor.

He was about to winnow when Gwyn started pulling his hand and said, "I swear to god az if you winnow right now, I will throw up on your shoes."

Az. Those two simple letters which Gwyn had tattoed on her fucking collarbone. It might be nothing for Gwyn, but it was everything for Az.

They started walking in silence. Gwyn smiling cheekily. Azriel still couldn't stop thinking about those two letters. The fact that Gwyn had considered his name worthy of being on her body, was everything.

"Did it hurt?" Azriel asked, suddenly remembering it was a permanent tattoo, "like hell" Gwyn replied and Azriel's eyebrows scrunched. "Oh calm down, not that much" Gwyn said which took the burden off Az's heart a bit.

Azriel was gonna take her home, but then he stopped short when Gwyn did. Taking in the club in front of them. And before Azriel could object, she dragged his brooding ass in the club.

The club was dead, but every single one of those guys were staring at Gwyn's body and all Azriel wanted to do was kill each and every one of them.

He unconsciously put a hand behind her ass, making sure no one could see it. He removed it only when they sat down at the bar.

After a few puppy eyes, and a pleaseeeeee from Gwyn, Azriel finally gave in and took a drink. He could notice the way her hair fell and he could notice the way that every time she looked at him, he wanted to die because he couldn't kiss that beautiful face.

After 1 hour, both of them were drunk as skunks. They had even took a marker and wrote MRS. SHADOWSINGER on Gwyn's forehead and MR. BERDARA on Azriel's forehead.

It was a sight to be seen cause the most dangerous guy in Prythian and one of the first girls to every climb the Ramiel mountain were walking across the streets of Velaris and saluting to no one.

Gwyn's arm was looped with Azriel's and they both were giggling like little kids. It had been the best night that Azriel and Gwyn had ever had. Their most cherished memory.

They were found sleeping against a wall, snuggling in the morning by Rhysand. Who had invited the entire inner circle to view this sight.

Azriel smiling like a little boy in his sleep. Rhysand didn't wake them up until he sent one of Azriel's spies to the human lands to get a polaroid camera. He had clicked their photo, with Gwyn snuggling in Azriel's neck.

After 5 years of waiting, Rhysand had finally found the perfect occasion to give this gift to them. He had framed this and given it to them as their wedding gift.

#aaaaaaa #awwwww #gwynriel #azriel #gwyneth berdara #az #gwyn #gwyneth #shadowsinger #gwyn berdara #azriel shadowsinger #nesta #cassian #nessian #emerie #morrigan #mor #emorie #night court #nesta archeron #nes #illyrian #rhysand #rhys #inner circle #ic #az shadowsinger