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ffxiv-f13ndish · 8 months

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Calm Before the Storm: Rooftop chat

collab. drabble w/ @ro-valerius [also credit to Ro for the gpose shot ^^]

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Tofu Curry [guest appearance] (ro-valerius)

Kore Grimvik [mentioned] (@sorrel-haven)

Miyu Murasame

Miyu has a chat with Tofu following a recent attack... [initial post]

When Miyu saw Tofu on the roof that night, initially they didn’t plan to bother him. They were intending to leave him to his careful watch, and return to sewing the latest clothing article they were working on – a gift. But as they stared at him from a distance, the more they focused on his expression. And their thoughts began to wander to his feverish nights, to both surprise attacks, and what was to come. Despite their uncertainty, they went up to approach Tofu, doing their very best not to rip their favorite dress on their way up the back of the house.

“Well, I don’t suppose you’re stargazing right now, hm?” they greeted him with a soft chuckle, slightly breathless.

Tofu had noticed Miyu long before they had decided to join him on the roof. He had gotten used to his swirling thoughts of late, and could remain in high alert as he struggled to organize what was going on in his head. He stared at them a moment after their greeting, hoping that when he spoke, his tone wouldn’t sound too cold.

“I’m not,” he said, and though he didn’t sound cold, he still sounded flat. Like there was nothing there.

Miyu caught on quickly to Tofu’s manner of response. Their expression didn’t change, though their ears twitched low with a slower movement of their tail. They sighed softly through their nose. Slowly, they walked over to join him, taking a seat beside the Viera with ample space between them. “Yeah… hard to see the difference in a couple million stars after seeing it for so long… and doesn’t help when your mind is all… busy.” They leaned back on their hands, peering over at Tofu from the corner of their eyes. There was a moment of silence where they just looked at him, contemplating what to say.

“A lot has happened. A lot to think about, I’m sure. If you need help easing some thoughts… you know I’m here for you.” They tilted their head to one side, brow furrowing in concern. “What troubles you?”

He was quiet for another moment, eyes scanning the area around them as he thought about how to articulate what he was thinking. Without meeting their eyes, he murmured so softly it was a miracle if Miyu could hear him.

“Has Kore told you about what happened when she took over watching me…?” he asked.

“I have not heard yet – no,” they reluctantly responded, scooting closer to hear him better. Gently, they brushed their fingertips over the back of his hand. A simple, fond motion to show they were there for him. “What happened?”

He glanced over at them and shook his head slightly. “I’m more worried about her, honestly. I’ve dealt with my past for years, had years for it to dull. She took all of it on at once, in force, unprepared.” He paused, lowering his eyes. His hands clenched into fists. “No…that’s not quite right. I mean, it is, but… I haven’t relived it that vividly in years. Seeing it all, all at once, with everything else going on…”

Miyu’s eyes went wide. Given Kore’s abilities, and the nature of Tofu’s dreams, they could surmise what happened. “Oh my…” they murmur, looking away as a deep sadness overtook their gaze.

‘Poor dear,’ they thought to themself, tapping their fingers as they considered how to check up on Kore next.

“Yes, that does sound troubling – for the both of you. And you’ve spoken to her?”

Tofu put his head in his hand, letting out a deep sigh, before returning to the area scan he’d been keeping up.

“We spoke when it happened, but not since. I…don’t know how to bring it up with her without her trying to turn it around to comfort me. I don’t need the comfort. Not the kind that comes from talking things out, at least. So I just…haven’t yet,” he murmured, an edge of sheepishness in his tone. A hollow smile crossed his face. “Remember when you said ‘too many new things all at once’? I think I understand how you feel now. Too many new things at once, indeed…”

Miyu gave a little nod in understanding. They wouldn’t know how to approach this situation, either, frankly. Their hand twitched as they watched Tofu’s head dip away into his hand, eyes lingering on his shoulder a moment. They didn’t budge again just yet, though. First, they needed to figure out what to say.

“Well… maybe what I say may not amount to much. But I do believe things will come to work out. You both care greatly for each other. Perhaps… a bit of a nice distraction is needed,” they murmur in thought. “And then, the two of you can talk about it.. Potentially.”

Their heart gave an ache. Indeed, many new things at once.

Miyu’s gaze remained on Tofu as his own were turned to the surrounding area. “Well, at least not all new things are bad.”

“Not…bad, no. Confusing, yes.” He thought about elaborating, but decided against it until he could understand things for himself better. He drew in a deep breath. “Unfortunately, I think the distractions are going to have to wait. Unless you want to quantify our sailing trip coming up as a ‘distraction’, but I doubt that is what you meant.”

Confusing, of course. They couldn’t agree more. Miyu gave a little sigh, nervously fiddling with the gifted ring from Tofu as they stared out to the sea of stars above. At the mention of their sailing trip, their expression dulled.

“I… know I’ve been a lot of trouble for you lately. I’m sorry.”

“You’re not trouble at all. Don’t apologize, you aren’t to blame. For any of this,” Tofu cut in quickly, finally fully turning to look at them. He did wish his voice would just…have something to it, but he couldn’t get it to express anything. He reached over and took their hand, the one wearing the ring he had given them, hoping he could convey what he wanted through physical contact.

Miyu was appreciative of the contact, their hand wrapping around his, but the guilt in their eyes didn’t relent.

“I complicated things myself. You… could’ve had more time for yourself, for your situation. You ran out so fast that night, and you had only just gotten over your fever - I was…” They trailed off a moment, giving his hand a squeeze. “I know you can handle yourself. I am terrified to lose you.”

A bittersweet smile tugged at Miyu’s lips. “I suppose the nature of just how much I care for you is one of the new and… confusing… matters. Not a bad one. But being in a bad situation does make this scary,” they remark, somewhat vaguely.

“...Seeing the state they put you in, I couldn’t just…do nothing. I…I’m afraid to lose you, too…” He lowered his eyes, his brow furrowing as he tried to put his thoughts in order. His conversation with Blomma kept running through his mind.

Miyu’s eyes softened. They clung to his words, even if their judgment told them that this was just how Tofu was with his friends. Their senses screamed that this wasn’t good for them, that they needed to let go.

Instead, they held on tighter. Miyu brought their clasped hands up to their face, and they softly left a kiss on his knuckles.

“Of course — that’s how you are. You’re sweet, and you have a big heart, despite how walled up everything is.” They lowered their chin as they averted their eyes. “It's easy to go all soft on you.”

They blinked. “Not… in the fighting sense. I could probably kick your ass.” No, they couldn’t. But they at least attempted to throw some humor in there, even with their nervous tone.

Tofu tilted his head. Was that just how he was? Sure, he cared about his friends very much, but a lot of his confusion came from it feeling…different when it came to Miyu. And he didn’t know how to quantify it. Then there was what they said about going soft…they’d said they’d gone soft on someone before, and that it was affecting their work. Something about sinkhole feelings. He didn’t fully get it, but… His eyes lingered on his knuckles, where they had left a soft kiss. Once more, Blomma’s words came to mind. And his face burned. He had to look away again.

“I-I… Miyu, remember how you said you would wait for me to figure out what emotions are? And what they mean?” he asked softly. “I-I hope that hasn’t changed.”

Miyu blinked. They were quiet for a long moment after Tofu’s response. After all, they were expecting his usual ‘ah…… right.’

“Of course.” They swallowed hard. “But… I don’t want to influence your choices based on what I want — I want it to be what you want. If these… emotions… don’t align with my own. That’s okay.”

Miyu took in a deep breath, their limbs tense. Their hands seemed to quiver slightly as they held onto Tofu’s, but they didn’t fall away.

“I’m always going to be here for you, in any way, regardless of that.”

He felt their hand shake in his and squeezed lightly. Before he could think too hard and decide against it, he mirrored their action, bringing their hand up and placing his lips against their knuckles softly. As he pulled their hands away slightly, he paused, keeping his eyes affixed to their hand in his. He noted that the action…didn’t feel wrong. His cheeks lit up again as he dropped their hand and turned away as the realization hit him like a rogue chocobo cart.

Miyu couldn’t be more thankful that it was night out, given the flush that quickly washed across their face. They stared at him in a momentary quiet after the drop of their hand. Not wanting to overwhelm him too much, they decided that they’ve perhaps pushed the limits already a bit too much tonight. Not that they felt any guilt for it, really.

“I’ll see you again tonight, my dear one,” they murmured, pressing their lips to their fingertips before they held that same hand to his cheek. They lingered there a moment before they started to make their way off the roof.

#gpose #ffxiv ocs #ffxiv miyu #arc: calm before the storm #ffxiv #ffxiv rp #ffxiv miqo'te #ffxiv viera

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theoutcastauthor · 10 months

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About My Blog

Hello! Welcome to my writing blog account! I’m so excited to join the writing community here!

I plan on changing the name of this account once I figure out a more suitable pen name but for now you can call me “Outcast” or “Crazy” (my usual usernames), “Annabel” (my real name), “Caye” (my middle name), or “Author” (what my readers mostly just refer to me as). You can also call me any variation of those names if that’s easier for you (people often like to abbreviate or shorten my names, or use honorifics of whatever language they are fluent in). If there is anything else you’d like to call me for whatever reason, I’ll most likely be okay with it, and it might even help me get ideas for my pen name, so really you can call me just whatever you wish or feel like calling me (obviously within reason though). And for your further information, I use she/her pronouns and identify as cis-female.

I know many writers use Tumblr to post their fics. Since I’ve been busy and burned out and unable to write and post as much I would like on Wattpad or AO3, I decided to make a Tumblr to share my WIPs to my readers so they can keep better track of the books and fics they have been anticipating for, and maybe I’ll even attract new readers from Tumblr and get to expand my reader base in the process. Overall though, I intend to make this a fun space for my works and readers! I plan to share information on characters, lore, random drabbles, scene snippets, even full chapters as I write them, and much more… Of course, you’ll get to see me ramble and rant about my ordinary life on occasion as well, since this is a blog after all. It’s basically going to be how I would have set up a Patreon if I had one, except without the paid membership.

For my newcomers, I write a bit of everything! But I’ve mainly been focusing on romance and various fanfics these past couple years, and that is what I will be mainly posting on here for now. You’ll probably notice that a good amount of my works feature power couples and some form of enemies to lovers. My books can get really dark but I have books that are lighter than others as well.

I initially was going to make an introduction of sorts to celebrate me creating a Tumblr account but I couldn’t decide if that was necessary. In the end I decided to just get the most important things I wanted to say out of the way instead of giving random trivial facts about me. I might give a better introduction about myself later when I get more followers or as people ask about me (perhaps a QnA?). Though you just might gradually find out about me as time goes on.

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cryingoverspilledmilks-blog · 1 year

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Kismet

Fandom: The Glass Scientists

Current rating: T

Chapter: 1

Title: Fugue

A/N: This fic is sort of a canon-divergent, wish-fulfillment drabble piece that started as a lot of different fics i wrote that i discovered had scenes that would fit better together as a single fic, and so i took snippets from those and stuck them together and whittled the whole mess down into something more manageable. Lots of late night editing sessions for something I'm doing for free, but I was motivated to finish this by someone being so very enthusiastic in the tags on the WIP excerpts I posted, which was honestly such a delight to wake up to. Thank you so much btw @greedycanine I really appreciate that boost and I hope I meet your expectations in the full chapters :)

The comic has updated several times since I began writing this, and I did add some non-canon elements (for instance, that Lanyon Knows, which is a common enough trope in this fandom and one that I enjoy immensely.)

The flaws in this one might not be as glaring as my over-anxious mind anticipates, but if you notice them, I probably have too. It is likely best read as a self-contained hypothetical with hints of canon plot woven in. It's a bit messy, but I think it may be enjoyable nonetheless.

Here is the first part of this great beast. It consists mostly of a conversation, beginning with some emblematic Jekyll and Hyde mirror-bickering. I thought it would be interesting to explore one of those moments where Hyde has something insightful to say, even if it's something of a means to an end for him.

The font changes are something of a fanfic guilty pleasure for me, but they're also a tool I love to use to show who's speaking and how, without necessarily using a dialogue tag every other line, especially when we have two characters who have the ability to communicate both in ways only they can hear and in ways others can.

Hope all of that works for y'all. Happy reading :)

Chapter 1: Fugue

“Are you ready to let me back out yet? Believe it or not, hanging over your shoulder all day does get old.”

"Not now."

“Why not?”

"I don’t want you getting involved in this. We've just made it through into the thickest of this whole ordeal. There’s still too much at stake."

“Ugh. That’s how you see every situation you can’t directly micromanage. It’s like the whole of your world is always resting oh-so-precariously on the head of a pin, ready to be upset by the slightest deviation from your expectations. Lighten up just this once, won't you?"

Henry sighed heavily at that and slid his finished page to the far side of the desk, thinking better of his initial impulse to reply. Pulling a fresh sheet of paper into view and dipping his pen into the inkwell again, he continued to write, attempting to ignore the familiar but currently disembodied speaker.

“Don’t act like you can’t hear me all of a sudden," the voice grumbled impatiently. "You know, I’ve noticed something lately, Henry. You always insist on framing our situation as though you’re the most responsible party between the two of us, but you never seem to have any really substantial backup plans on hand, in case those delicate matters you like fussing over so much go awry. You never give yourself a real margin of error, despite the fact you're always angsting over what could go wrong.”

Ink pooled slightly on the page under Henry’s pen as he paused, scoffing at the insinuation that he’d been anything but diligent. “And you do?” he prodded back sarcastically, speaking aloud this time, his voice firm but quiet. He was rather aware of precisely how audible he was behind his office door. It was more risky to communicate this way, but he seemed to have an easier time filtering himself when he wasn’t trying to speak internally, and that was important when he was dealing with his incorporeal counterpart.

The lengthy mirror standing off to one side drew his eye when he heard the reply.

“Oh, I always figure something out, one way or another. Surely you know that better than anyone.”

Henry rolled his eyes at the hazy silhouette that suddenly could be glimpsed in the mirror’s reflection of the opposite wall. “Abandoning every situation that doesn’t go your way and playing hopscotch all over the city’s rooftops is not a backup plan,” he muttered bitterly, composing the end of a follow-up letter for a prospective sponsor before setting the page aside to let the ink dry.

“It can be, if you’re clever enough," the shadow replied. "Also, you're one to talk about giving up easy. Just a few weeks ago I watched you nearly forfeit your whole operation just because Lanyon told you he didn't think things looked sound after you passed out mid-speech. Face it, you’re all or nothing when it comes to solving problems. What is that about?”

Another exasperated sigh as Henry spared another glance at the shadow in the mirror. "Can we not do this right now? You only ask these questions because you already know what gets under my skin. You don't really care about the answers, do you?"

When the shadow spoke next, it was with a mockery of a hurt tone, the dark shape leaning back slightly. A silhouetted hand rested against an approximation of the chest, in a gesture best described as theatrically wounded.

"Why, you insult me, dear doctor. I'm only curious, for both of our sakes, being as close as we are," came the snidely-sweet reply.

Henry narrowed his eyes. “Do you honestly expect I could believe you truly care about what happens to me? After all you've put me through? You take such joy in my misfortune. Really, you can drop the saccharine nonsense, Hyde."

Letting the name slip from his mouth was a mistake, but wouldn’t be costly this time since they were alone- and he only uttered it the one time, Henry reasoned quickly. It was mostly to try to quell the dread in his stomach at the prospect of someone in the hall happening by as he said it out loud, in an otherwise perceptibly empty room.

Hyde vanished from the glass, only to reappear, more thoroughly illuminated, in the empty air near the desk, looking slightly more like a person than an apparition now, as well as irritated.

“I’m trying to tell you that you might actually benefit from trying things my way. Be a little more spontaneous. Roll over the bumps in the road, instead of just counting on things going the right way the first time, every time. It was funny to watch you flounder at first, I must admit, but honestly it's just getting old. I wonder what would happen if you switched things up and proved me right," he paused briefly, noting Henry's contemplative expression.

"And another thing!" Hyde exclaimed, pointing at the ceiling for emphasis. "You told me you'd let me out after the exhibition, then not at all, and now here you are again running yourself uselessly into the ground. The bourgeois types you find yourself groveling to yet again are notoriously hard to satisfy. Why should you have to rush if they already know what you and the others are capable of?"

Stretching a little as Hyde went on, Henry stopped a moment and glanced out the window with a pensive look in his eye.

“That's one of the few times you’ve been right about something, amongst all those snide remarks.”

“Hey!” Hyde sounded affronted at first, then did an almost comical double-take. "Wait, you agree with me?"

“I can certainly see what you mean, even if I can't abide by that advice in the same way you might,” Henry began. “We need everyone's projects to come together smoothly if we're to maintain what good standing we've managed to acquire with our sponsors. They have high hopes and even higher expectations after the splash everyone made at the exhibition. We would need to plan for every eventuality within reach of what we set out to do, but… I do miss things while trying to account for the unexpected, don’t I? Always, something unforeseen gets in my way.” Henry turned in his seat and reached into the cabinet above, pulling out a leather-bound notebook tucked behind a row of vials. Flipping to the first clean page, he dipped his pen into the inkwell once more. "Somehow the fact you managed to worm your way back to the front of our mind to pester me once again is not one such surprise.."

Hyde furrowed his brow in displeasure, rolling his eyes at Henry's little jab. “Of course it isn't. Did you really think I could be held down so easily? You made it harder for me to take over the body on my own, but I'm still here." he paused for a moment. "How long is this going to take?"

“Not quite as long as you seem to be concerned about. I just have to jot down some…alternatives so I remember them while the subject is fresh,” Henry spoke mildly, but his expression was disgruntled and contemplative.

Hyde rolled his eyes, and did not look at Henry's page, whose looping, slanted script looked far too dull for him to devote attention to at this hour, restless and bitter as he was.

Henry went on, "I'm still upset about that stunt you pulled on the stage, but I'm certain you figured that out already. It was cruel even by your usual standards."

“Cruelty is the very thing I'm made for, but now that you mention it, I actually did you a favor by dragging you down into the dark and the quiet," Hyde spat."You're just addicted to working until you pass out. It's a real fuckin' problem."

As he grew more impatient, the East-London drawl that Hyde had picked up since his creation was seeping further into his inflections. Beneath that, there was a slight but distinct lilt which gestured toward shared memories of Glasgow, making an uncommon cocktail of tones that were unmistakably signature to him. Like so many things about Hyde, Henry noticed, it produced a quality both familiar and foreign. It was, fittingly enough, a faintly haunting thing to witness, a reminder of just how right Hyde always was about the extent of their connection.

Henry squinted his eyes shut as if to abandon that train of thought, trying to remain bearably numb to the reality of being forever stuck arguing with a living distillate of the most confusing parts of himself. “If I'm doomed to be addicted to anything at all, as you say I am, I'd much rather it be something useful,” Henry replied coldly after a moment, the page under his pen nearly full.

Hyde paused, nose wrinkled in defensive chagrin. "I don't concern myself with counting the ways I can be used by others. At least my addictions don't rely on people telling me what to do," he muttered. "Are you done yet?"

Henry shook his head in stiff silence, much to Hyde’s dismay. He gave a frustrated groan. “You can pick this up tomorrow! It’s getting close to evening by now, and you always take so much longer with these things than you say you will."

Once the page was dry and flipped over, there was no reply but the continued, now noticeably forceful scratching of Henry’s pen. His brow was creased with irritation, a deepening frown on his face.

Hyde growled in frustration. “Jekyll!”

Henry grit his teeth, snapping a look over at Hyde that was a mixture of anger and anxiety. "Must you be so childish?! Don't think I don't know what you're doing by now, I am not as much of a fool as you seem to think. Why should I go out of my way to let you out again, when you have proven time and time again that you don't know how to keep your excursions from ruining everything I strive for?"

He could not stop the impatient edge from entering his voice, as much as he'd wanted to avoid raising it tonight. As he spoke, Hyde's features twisted into a mask of indignation and rage.

"You don't know the first thing about ruin! Try being in my position for a change- less than nothing, a ghost of a ghost! And for what? You have no idea how lucky you really are. My entire existence is eaten up by watching another man live a life I could do so much more with if I was given the chance!"

Jekyll shut the notebook with a forceful swipe of his hand down against the desk, eyes downcast. "I would love to see you try living my life for once," he replied flatly, "If perhaps you weren't so preoccupied with immediate gratification, maybe I'd even trust you with making an attempt."

"Perhaps if we had any more of that potion of ours made, I would be able to seriously debate if I wanted to take you up on that. But I am mostly stranded now, and it isn't my fault I wound up that way. You're the one who made that call." Hyde shot back, moving phantom-like toward the doorway that led to the other portion of the office, where many of their experiments had taken place.

Jekyll tucked the notebook into a drawer under his desk, slamming it closed in irritation. "Not your fault? I had to destroy it. You would have found some way to get your hands on it when I was needed most, because that is what you always do! You didn't give me another choice!"

Hyde's image distorted slightly for a moment, like smeared paint on canvas, before resolving itself, as if reacting physically to emotion. "There is always another choice! This is what I'm talking about. All or nothing. We are two parts of a whole, you know that. Or, at least you ought to by now."

His voice, as well, seemed faintly doubled, the translation of a will to be heard. "You need me around, you know you do, even if you can't admit it. How many times have you watched me indulge in what you couldn't? How many times have you deliberately sent me into the world to voice the thoughts you must otherwise claim to revile? How much benefit have you reaped from our cooperation? You can't keep me locked away forever. You will always need the outlet I provide."

Jekyll's head began to ache a bit the longer he considered Hyde's point. It was true, he knew, that he found a secret kind of fulfillment in watching things he could never partake in play out vicariously from behind Hyde's eyes. This was a fault, really, or at least he thought so. However, a fault that he had not managed to shake off, for the better part of fifteen years. It would take a lot of willpower to break a habit like that after so long. That was partly why he had destroyed the potion to begin with. He knew Hyde was probably right, that he was not really strong enough to resist the temptation of such freedom.

Technically, the potion could be recreated if it was necessary, though it was always an arduous process. They had needed to do that many times over a decade and a half. But Jekyll had cut himself off from that last ready-made batch as a last desperate bid for control, and had thought never to make it again.

Thinking about how much work still needed to be done before the lodgers' new project deadlines was a miserable uphill battle. Even now, deep down, he wanted to be somewhere else tonight, doing anything besides wearing himself out, cooped up in the office for the umpteenth time. Acknowledging that, even privately, felt like a betrayal of a higher caliber than even Hyde's, but the thought persisted even still.

He sighed. "Well...be that as it may, you are still an enormous liability. And, besides which- what do you even want me to do? What remained of that batch of the potion is gone now."

Hyde paused, and his expression shifted, from anger to mild disbelief, and finally into a smug, cheshire smile. "Well, I have been thinking about that, and I realized- it's not all gone," he moved toward the tall, solid wooden cabinet against the far wall of the office. It was the one Jekyll kept things that were risky to have visible behind glass (copies of the will written in his name, for instance.) It was also, Jekyll realized with dawning horror, where Hyde kept his physical set of clothing tucked away when Jekyll was in control.

Among them was a tattered overcoat, with two stolen vials of HJ-7 tucked into the inside pocket.

Enough for exactly one last night on the town before the potion would have to be remade entirely. A final obstacle in the way of true control. A pacifying bargaining chip to buy himself more time before the pair of them would argue like this again.

Hyde seemed to recognize the way Jekyll's eyes shifted in thinly-concealed conflict, bordering on panic, and if it was possible, his grin widened.

"You remember the night I went to Blackfog, don't you, Jekyll?"

#the glass scientists #fanfic #multichapter #Saying fuckit and just posting what i have bc yall waited so patiently #I have more on the way dont worry

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evening-in-a-reflection · 11 months

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Cross posted on Ao3

A Bitty Drabble Series

- || Chapter III -

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- || Summary -

A series about you and your bitties.

Redoul was your first bitty. He was an unknown kind of Fell bitty that ended up being sold to a bitty fighting ring when he was still young. He was able to escape with the help from his cellmate and his cell’s neighbor, who helped him sneak out and run away.

Redoul, who’s life was saved by you, ended up falling in love with you... and you accepted those feelings and returned them.

...But as the story goes on, you eventually find and meet those old friends of his, and they become just as important to you as Redoul is.

Of course, you don’t stop at just your three LV ridden bitties, and take in more as time goes on.

...Although, none of your more recent bitties have quite the same amount of LV as your first three do, and they might just be a little scared of the trio at first, but with time they do get along and eventually do find comfort in one another.

- || Notes -

I’m writing literally EVERYTHING as I go, so there is very little initial plot and won’t be a lot of drama, but I’m having fun so it doesn’t matter too much.

By the way… does anyone have any suggestions for what bitties should be introduced next? I’m stuck on who I want to introduce next after the last two of our initial trio is finally adopted. It would preferably be a Papyrus, but a pair of brothers or a Sans would work too. I just need ideas.

You think that it’s safe to say that everything’s been going great.

The trio still hasn’t moved away from each other since you’ve gotten here, and don’t look like they plan to any time soon. They weren’t absolutely glued to each other like they were in the beginning anymore, but still stuck close together. The three of them have taken to sitting on one of the few pillows on the table to relax. Redoul was sitting upright with his legs crossed. Cos had decided to lay down and looked about ready to pass out from the way his sockets were drooping. Umbra ended up having two of his tendrils latched onto each of his companions and didn’t seem to have any intentions of letting go, something of which you found to be rather cute.

On another note, it seems that the other two have warmed up to you rather quickly, but you suspect that that may be because of you being Redoul’s mate. In their minds, they’re probably thinking that if Redoul trusts you and loves you enough to officially be your mate, then they have no reason to doubt you. You couldn’t help but be glad that they took to you so quickly.

Redoul had, at some point, insisted upon you coming closer to sit with them (or as much as you could, give you being fifty to a hundred times bigger than them), so you moved to leaning against the table next to the pillow on Redoul’s side, not wanting to invade the other two’s personal space.

Turns out Umbra was having none of that.

His remaining two tendrils stretched out (how far can those things go??) and latched onto your wrist, keeping you in place and eventually tugging you even closer. So close that you ended up practically hovering over them in a mildly uncomfortable position.

“Boys I literally can’t get any closer without squishing you, stop tugging!”

“No! You Are Too Far Away!”

“I am right here!”

“It’s Not Close Enough!”

“I agree with him.”

“What do you expect me to do to fix this…?”

“i say you pick up the pillow and put us in your lap. then, you can sit down and everyone can be happy.”

“…all of you are impossible. Fine.”

You only heard snickers from the smallest in the group as you gently shifted the pillow into your arms and carried them to one of the nearby beanbags to sit down in. Once you were sat down and comfortable you spared them a flat look.

“Happy?”

…

“…did all three of you just tug on me?”

“Yes.”— “Yes.” —“yes.”

“…I give up.” More snickers ensued, although this time it was from both Redoul and Cos—and you noticed that Umbra seemed to be holding a rather teasing smirk on his face.

But before anyone could say anything more a knock sounded on the door. A moment passed and the door gently opened.

“I apologize for interrupting, and I really am sorry, but you’re going to have to go soon,” Rynell’s head peaked through the open gap and looked at the four of you with an apologetic and even sad expression. “We have another appointment due soon and are going to need the room, not to mention the fact that you’re nearing the end of your appointed meeting time.”

You stare shocked at her for a moment before moving to look at the clock on the wall. 11:23. It’s almost been two hours.

“I… I didn’t even notice.” You say as you gently stand up, being careful with the passengers in your arms.

…you’re suddenly aware of the tight grip Umbra has on your arm. You look to the bitties in your arms.

Umbra’s tendrils cling to your arm, coiling around it even more. Even Cos had taken to clinging to your shirt, along with Redoul’s wrist.

Ah. They don’t want you to go.

You look at Redoul. He was looking down, and didn't make eye contact with anyone until—

“Enough You Two. We Are Not Leaving Forever. You Will See Us Again Soon Enough, So Let Go.” He spoke firmly.

A few seconds pass with nothing happening, before finally the two let go.

You stare at them for a moment before your eyes discreetly flicker over to your arm. You don’t think there will be any marks, but with how tight Umbra was holding you, you wouldn’t be surprised if there were some later.

…

“…Rynell, when is the earliest I can make my next appointment?”

You take your keys out from your purse and unlock the front door to your house. Stepping inside, you take off your shoes and put them on the shoe rack next to the door. With an impressive leap, Redoul jumps from your shoulder to the couch and lands easily. He then jumps to the floor and makes his way towards the kitchen with you following close behind.

You had been chatting idly with Redoul about how the meeting went when the two of you had made it home just in time for lunch. Neither of you stopped your conversation as you started to prepare food for yourselves.

“—I’m just glad they took to me so well. I have to admit, I was a little worried that they wouldn’t want anything to do with me when we met.”

“Don’t Be Ridiculous, Of Course They Would Take To You Well! You Are My Chosen Mate, Why Wouldn’t They?”

“I don’t know… I just thought that since you’ve all had such a bad history with humans, I guess I was expecting them to be a little more… guarded?” You grab a pot from its storage and place it in the sink to fill it with water. “I mean, you were like that when we first met! You didn’t want anything to do with me, and I’m sure if we hadn’t gotten snowed-in that day, you would have left…”

A few moments of silence pass, and you look over to Redoul, wondering why he’s so quiet. He had a look of confusion on his face as he was staring at you. He then looked off to the side and placed a hand to his chin with a look of contemplation, before it was replaced with one of realization.

“…I Never Told You.” He sounded oddly quiet.

“I… tell me what?” You ask in confusion.

“The Two Of Them, Cos And Umbra, They Are My Packmates.”

You blink. “I’m sorry? I don’t know what that means. Does that mean you’re… like, family?”

Redoul shook his head, “No, But Close. It Is… Difficult To Describe. Packmates Share A Bond That Is Similar To A Kind Of Family Soul Bond. It’s Like Family But… More. Like Most Soul Bonds, We Can Feel One Another’s Emotions—Albeit Not As Intensely As Our Bond, A Bond Of Chosen Mates. But, When… When We Were In The Ring All That We Had Was Each Other, And It Drew Us Closer. To Be Completely Honest With You, Had We Been… In A Different Environment, We Would Have Likely Been Chosen Mates. But In The Ring Things Like Chosen Mates Could Not Be Afforded, Lest You Suffer A Fate Worse Than Death When You Evenbly Lose Them.” He stood next to you on the counter and placed a hand on your arm.

“So you were… in love? Or is it something more vague than that?” You couldn’t help but question. You were still confused.

“Not Quite. Again, Had Things Been Under Different Circumstances, Then Perhaps. But Not Now. After All That We’ve Been Through I Don’t Think We Could Ever See Each Other In That Kind Of Light. Our Very Souls Acknowledge One Another As Fellow Survivors And Familiar Faces. It Has Been Ingrained Into Us That We Can Never See Each Other As More Than That.”

You take a moment to think, trying to sort out your thoughts. “…I think I get it. I can’t really describe it either, but I think I get it.”

Redoul nodded, looking satisfied.

“I’m Sure You Do. I Know You’re Smart, So I’m Sure You Understand On Some Level.”

“Okay then, if I am understanding this correctly, then the reason you said that it was essentially only natural for Cos and Umbra to have warmed up to me is because you’re… packmates, you said? And because they are your packmates, they trust your judgment more than their initial dislike towards humans, and thus saw me as a friend rather than foe?”

Redoul nodded, “Essentially,” He said, before pausing to think again.

“There Is… More To Being Packmates Than That, But I Think It Is Best We Discuss It After We Eat, As This Particular Topic Will Involve You—My Chosen Mate—Quite Heavily.” He seemed… apprehensive, at the notion.

“Oh, okay then.” You agree simply.

“Speaking Of Food, The Pot Is Overflowing.”

“Ah—”

With lunch finished and eaten, you and Redoul moved yourselves over to the couch to relax. You sat down and pulled up your knees, lounging against the armrest with a pillow behind you. Redoul would usually take to sitting across some part of you; sitting atop your knees, sitting against your propped up legs on your stomach, or in the crook of your neck… any spot he found comfortable, really. Today he had taken to sitting against your legs, seeming to want to face you for this conversation.

“So, what is it you wanted to talk about…?” You ask quietly.

“…” Redoul took a moment to think, his arms crossed as he leaned into your legs. “I… I Haven’t Told You This Because, With How This Will Impact You, I Was Worried That It Would Make You Uncomfortable… Or Worse, Scare You Off.”

You look at him confused. “I, I don’t understand. What would scare me off? Or make me uncomfortable?”

Redoul grunted, and looked conflicted. “I Was Going To Tell You This Eventually , But I Just Hadn’t Yet. And Then When We Found Out That They Were Alive I… Before, I Thought I Would Never See Them Again, So I Never Told You, Because I Was Never Ready And I…”

You didn’t understand what he was talking about, but you stayed silent. He looked like he needed to get this off of his chest, so you stayed silent.

Redoul then sighed loudly, “I’m Making Excuses…” He said.

You hum, “Whether or not they are excuses, it looks like you need to get a few things off of your chest, so I won’t interrupt. Keep going.” You take his hand in yours, “I’ll listen, I promise.”

He looked you in the eye and stared with his head tilted downward before he nodded and spoke, “Sigh… Well, I Was Going To Tell You This Eventually, But When We Found Out That Cos And Umbra Were Alive I, Well I Didn’t Even Have The Time To Tell You. Under More Ideal Circumstances, I Would Have, But Here We Are.” He took in one more breath before continuing. “In Packs, It Is Not Uncommon For One’s Chosen Mate To Develop Romantic Relationships With The Other Pack Members. In Fact, In Most Cases, It’s Almost Expected. So Now, The Other Two, On Some Level, May View You As A Potential Mate.”

Redoul continued, “Of Course, Nothing Is Set-In-Stone. You Have The Option To, Should You Choose To, Only Stay With Me, Or Be With Them As Well. I Was Hesitant To Tell You Because I Know That Many Humans Frown Upon Romantic Relationships With More Than Two Partners—And While I Didn’t Think You Would Have Had An Issue With That, I Know That This Would Potentially Be Stressful For You. Not To Mention The Fact That I Thought I Would Never See Those Two Again, Let Alone Think There Be A Chance For Them To Meet You… So I Never Brought It Up.”

…You didn’t know what to say, but you spoke anyway. “I… so, wh-what now? Am I… supposed to do something? I’m at a loss for words here…” Is your face getting hot?

“Well, I Suppose You Should Think About What You Want To Do From Here. I’ll Be Happy With Whatever Choice You Make In The End, Since You’re Already Mine. If It’s Them, I Wouldn’t Mind Sharing You—If That’s What You Want, Of Course.” He said, as if it was fact—which it was, of course, it just felt a little flustering with how he said it so confidently…

…Oh yeah your face is definitely getting hot.

“W-well, I suppose I wouldn’t mind whatever happens. You already know how I work, I’ll just see how their feelings develop for me and act from there—”

“If That Is The Case, Then Developing Romantic Feelings For You Is Only Inevitable For Them. As Packmates, When We Are Close Together, We Can Vaguely Feel Each Other’s Emotions—Disregarding Umbra’s Inherit Abilities As An Empath. If You Don’t Tell Them “No, I Do Not Want This,” Outright, Then Falling For You Will Only Be A Matter Of Time For Them. They Will Be Able To Feel My Own Affection And Love For You, And Will Be Affected By It. Umbra Especially. Emotions Don’t Usually Affect Him So Intensely, But Due To Our Bond, It Is Like Having An Open Flood Gate For Him. I Wouldn’t Be Surprised If He Was Already Starting To Develop Such Affections For You.”

You couldn’t help but think back to the way Umbra clung to your arm. Was that because…?

“I don’t… what would happen if I said that I only want to stay with you?”

“At This Point? Nothing Bad, I Assure You. It Would Simply Be Like A Barrier Has Been Placed Down; Preventing Them From Being Affected By My Love For You.” He shifted slightly. “If You Wait Too Long To Deny Them, However, It Could End Up Being Rather Painful For Them, Because They Would Have Already Started To… Well, Fall In Love With You.”

“Oh…” Was all you could bring yourself to say.

“You Don’t Need To Make That Decision Now, You Know. We Have Until Our Next Appointment… Though I Suppose It’s Not Too Much Time, Since It’s Tomorrow Afternoon, But My Point Stands. You Can Take Your Time To Think About It.”

Redoul moves to sit in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into you. You sigh and nuzzle back, “Well, you definitely springed this on me. There is no slow way to approach this, is there?” You ask.

“Not Really, No.” He answered. You sighed again.

You think for a while, mulling over your options. “I guess… I can give them a shot? You already said you’re okay with it, and I really have no reason to say no, so… yeah, I guess I’m doing this.” You finally say.

“You’re Sure? I Know That This Is A Lot To Take In, And It Won’t Be Easy To Go Back If You Don’t Like The Way Things Turn Out. You Will Break Their Hearts If You Do.” He asked gently.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure. It might take a little while to get used to, though.”

“And you aren’t doing this just because you pity them.” He didn’t bother stating it as a question.

“No, like I said before, you know how I work. If someone is interested in a relationship with me I won’t turn them down,” you nudge at him teasingly. “ You just happen to be the first person to make a move on me, and since you’ve already approved of this, I really have no reason to say no.”

He huffed, looking both proud and sheepish. “Are You Saying That You Would’ve Said Yes To A Date With Anyone Who Asked You Out? Were You Desperate?” He said sarcastically.

You laugh. “Before you, I would have said yes to anyone, so long as I didn’t hate them or was attracted to them. I wasn’t desperate, I was simply content with my life, and open to any developments that could have come. You , My Love, were one of the biggest and most unexpected developments I could have ever had in my life. But I could never say I’m not happy that it happened.” You nuzzled him again and kissed his cheek.

He scoffed and turned his head, moving to kiss you, “Kiss Me Properly, You Fool.” He said. You didn’t kiss like this often, due to your lips almost covering his whole face in a manner you find slightly awkward. But, for reasons you couldn’t understand, Redoul seemed to love it whenever you shared a ‘proper’ kiss, so you indulged him whenever he would ask for one.

The kiss ended, and as you pulled back you looked at your mates face. He looked nigh blissful as he sat there.

You truly couldn’t understand why he was so fond of your kisses, but you were flattered nonetheless.

Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “So, tomorrow. Do we mention this whole… potential mates thing , or…? I’m not a bitty nor a monster, so I’m unfamiliar with the customs you practice—obviously.”

His face was still a bit red from the kiss you shared as he answered. “Ah, Yes. It’s Whatever You Want, Really. Even If You Don’t Bring It Up, It Would Be Implied By Your Lack Of Mentioning It That You Are Not Turning Them Away, So They Would Understand Even If You Don’t Say Anything. Or If You Do Want To Discuss It, But Bringing It Up Makes You Uncomfortable, I Can Do It For You.”

You hum as you think, trying to decide what you want to do. “I’m not entirely sure… I will admit, talking about it does sound embarrassing for me, since I’m not familiar with these things, but I feel that it may be necessary for me at the very least, as I’m the only one who is unfamiliar with your traditions. I feel that if we don’t talk it out, I may miss something important. But…” You trail off.

Redoul let out a questioning hum as he waited for you finish. “Perhaps we should at least wait to mention it. You just got the chance to reunite with them, and all we’ve been doing since we got back was focus on how this will affect me. Let’s give this more time so that you can actually reconnect with them, rather than worry about me and my position in this, okay? We can get back to how I tie into all this after you’re all settled.”

Redoul blinked at your words, seeming to have forgotten that fact all together. “Very Well Then, But… If They Bring It Up, We Should Still Talk About It. Is That Alright With You?”

You nod in agreement. “Sounds good.”

The next day, you're back at the rescue center for your next appointment.

You walk in and see Rynell behind the front desk once again, signing more papers.

“Are you here everyday? When do you ever get a break?” You ask with humor in your voice.

Rynell looks up at you, and smiles. “Oh, I live right next door, so really, I can come in whenever I want. My work at the front desk is something I actually rather enjoy, so I come in on most days of the week. I promise I do take days off, though.”

“Oh good, I was worried I would come in here one day and be faced with a stranger!”

“Ha! Unlikely, the only other person who works the front desk is my boss, and he’s usually in his office fighting the paperwork. Everyone else only wants to work with the animals and bitties.” She moved her hands to her mouse and clicked a few times before looking back to you. “There’s still a few minutes until your appointment, but you can go in early since there’s no one in there right now. After I bring in the other two, of course.”

“That would be great, but I think I’ll hang back here if that’s ok. Could Redoul go in while I stay here to talk to you?” You asked.

Redoul looked at you in surprise, and asked “What? Why?”

“I just need to talk to Rynell about a few things and ask a few questions. I don’t think I’ll be long but don’t be too surprised if I take a little while.” You reassure him gently. “And I promise that this isn’t about our conversation from yesterday.”

He stared at you for a moment, searching your expression, before answering. “Fine, Do As You Please.” He huffed.

You smiled and looked back at Rynell. “Good, is it alright if he’s with them without me?”

She nodded. “You can do that, yes, but you are required to check in on them periodically to make sure nothing happens, even if they already know each other. Roughly every 10 to 20 minutes. If you’d like, I can go back and get them and the three of them can be in there while you and I talk.”

“Sounds perfect. Thank you.”

You drop Redoul off in the meeting room you were in last time after Rynell gave you the go ahead to head back there. However, none of the bitties there seemed to be pleased that you wouldn’t be with them.

“What Do You Even Need To Talk To Her About? Couldn’t It Wait For After The Appointment?”

“I am also curious as to what could be so important to where it makes you miss our appointment.”

“can’t it wait until after? you only have so much time here.”

…you would be lying if you said that you didn’t like the attention, but you had a good reason! And you wanted it to be a surprise!

“Guys, please. We have way more time today to spend together than yesterday. I will be back in, at the very most , 20 minutes. Besides, I need to talk to Rynell to make sure I haven’t accidentally been avoiding things like payments. She has already been so accommodating to us, and I don’t want to take advantage of that. I’ll be back as soon as I’m done, okay?”

…damn it. You make a really good point.

“ …Grrr… FINE! But You Come Back As Soon As You're Done, Alright!?” Redoul shouted angrily.

You smile at him softly. “Yes, I will.” You step out of the room and pause by the door, holding the handle. “I’ll see you as soon as I’m done.”

And with that you close the door.

…

“damn, you really did pick a good one.”

Redoul crossed his arms. “ Scoff , of course she’s good , I would have nothing less.” He paused, “But… what makes you say that?”

Cos looked at him. “what, isn’t it obvious? her soul was practically singing her honesty, trying to let us know that she wasn’t lying, and she didn’t even realize it.” He then added on shyly, “not to mention she’s got a pretty smile.”

“Hm…? Of Course It Was. Ma Chère Hates Lying, And She Does Anything She Can To Avoid It.” He answered simply.

“Is that so? What an interesting woman. Tell us about her, I would Like to Know More.” Umbra shifted closer, wrapping a tendril around each of his Packmates.

Redoul looked at him with narrowed sockets. “…I Will Tell You Some Things, But If You Want To Know More About Her, You Will Ask Her Yourself.”

“I meant no harm when asking that, and I fully intend to, but I am curious, what is your opinion on her? Without the bias of her being your mate.” He asked curiously.

Redoul huffed with a small hint of red on his face. “There Would Be No Bias Even If She Wasn’t My Mate.”

“Of course.”

You and Rynell arrived back at the front desk and she took her place behind the counter. “So, I’m guessing you want to discuss adoption?” She said slyly as she laced her hands together and placed her chin on them.

You blink, and after a second laugh, slightly caught off guard. “Haha, you got me in one.” You smile, “Yes, I would. Although I wasn’t lying about the payment thing, have these appointments been costing us something and we haven’t been paying you? I would hate to go and not repay you for being so generous with our situation.”

Rynell shook her head, “No, the appointments haven’t cost you anything. The only thing you needed to do was sign those papers from before so that you would legally be allowed to have those appointments. Those papers are why people don’t have to pay. Adopting those two, however, is a different story.” She sifted through one of her drawers and pulled out a small stack of papers. “Go ahead and look through these, everything you need to know should be in here; it shouldn’t take you more than 15 minutes.”

“Wonderful, thank you.”

“…and that should be it. All you need now is to ask them if they want to go with you.” Rynell said after checking over the papers. “It’s in our policy that when someone is interested in adopting a bitty or bitties, the bitty must agree on going with the new caretaker. Otherwise, the bitty will stay here until they find someone they want to stay with or enter foster care—whichever is more suitable for them. I doubt that the two of them would want to stay here, but I’ve already given you quite a bit of leeway in this whole process to make things go faster, so we need to keep following the smaller rules so that nobody gets in trouble.”

You smile and take the papers, skimming through them. “That’s just fine with me. I really can’t thank you enough for being so generous with us, really. If there’s anything I can do to help—so long as it’s in my power, haha—then please let me know and I’ll be happy to do so.”

Rynell laughed with a bright smile on her face. “Hahaha, I’ll keep that in mind! Although I don’t think I’ll need it, thank you anyway.”

After your small exchange, you excuse yourself and head back towards the meeting room.

Time to surprise some bitties!

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- || Note -

…did I mention that this is kind of a fast burn? I don’t think it is too fast, but idk. I’m not a big fan of slow burn unless it’s still like, 99% fluff… or maybe 85% fluff. (That doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate a good slow burn every once in awhile, but I get a little tired of them after seeing so many)

I’m mostly doing this to actually get used to writing and hopefully develop a writing style, and then once that’s done, work on one or two bigger fanfictions that I have in store.

I’m actually really looking forward to working on my bigger projects, but I have no one to help me with them, so I want to take things slow and build up a bit more of a comfortable foundation for my writing before taking on anything bigger than this. I’m using this story as kind of a way for me to challenge myself and see what I can do without a lot of initial planning. As this is the first story I’ve ever posted, I thought that something like the Bittybones AU would be a good place to start easy and work my way up from there.

Thank you for reading!

#bitty drabble series #mirror’s writing #undertale x reader #bittybones #bittybones ocs #redoul

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fulfillingbineeds · 5 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I saw @merrilark do this, and it seemed fun, so I wanted to give it a try. :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Eleven! Three drabbles, three oneshots, one abandoned WIP longfic, and four explicit fics I did for kinktober.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

15,430 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Misfits at the moment, but I've been eyeing Doctor Who and BBC's Wolf. (I've also been wanting to write a short Morgwen fic, but I'd have to rewatch the series, but I can't be bothered.)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

-Rooftop Kisses 72 Kudos My first fic! It's the oldest, so it makes sense why it's the most popular.

-I am human, and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does 58 Kudos It's the second fic I posted and the first explicit thing I ever wrote. I only posted one chapter but planned for around 20+. It was meant to be an NSFW canon rewrite of What If Simon and Nathan developed a friends-with-benefits relationship. It was meant to be more of a whumpey fic, and the idea initially came from the idea of what if Simon never killed Sally (Basically, events from 1x5 didn't happen.) This fic has now been abandoned due to simply losing interest in writing it.

-Enjoying the Show 51 Kudos My most recent non-explicit fic I posted. I posted this on my one-year AO3 posting anniversary. This was a fun one to write. I'm glad people enjoyed it.

-License Dilemma 33 Kudos Another oneshot and the longest oneshot I've posted. I love this one dearly.

-Oh, So Pleasurable (If Only You Stayed Dreaming) 23 Kudos The first fic I posted for kinktober. It's not my favourite of the bunch, but I understand why people liked it more than the others.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I did when I first started and currently trying to. But once I get a comment, then 'read' it and go to respond at a later date, I forget about it. Then, when I remember, it's been such a long time and I get too anxious to reply.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Ambiguous Grief. It's a drabble, so there's little to it. It's a sadder one versus angsty. Or it would be Bottling It Up (But It Still Leaks Out), another drabble with more of an angsty open ending.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Well, I've written a lot of happy-ending fics. I'd say all my explicit fics are 'happy endings, ' y'know, wink, wink, nudge, nudge, lol. But in all seriousness, I'd say License Dilemma. It has an angsty middle but a sweet fluffy end.

8. Do you get hate on any fics?

No, but I have gotten some overly pressurey comments that have made me uncomfortable.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, I do. Normally just oneshots. Nothing too extreme, mostly vanilla with a bit of kick to it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No, I don't. I don't really like cross-overs in general. (I say this as if I didn't get a little obsessed with House M.D. and BBC's Sherlock crossover Greg is Sherlock's dad fics a couple of weeks ago, LOL.)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, it seems pretty intimidating just thinking about it.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Oh, duh, Nathan and Simon. It’s now engrained in me.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Mmh, I am human, and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does. I should've waited til I wrote more chapters before posting it. I feel bad for not finishing it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue probably. I'd say it's only a strength because it comes easiest to me while writing, lol.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Grammar and spelling. (Thank god for writing programs :D) Other than that, I struggle with over-adding unnecessary details.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Only if it's necessary for the plot or like a character trait. If you do it poorly, it comes off as cringey. But I do like it when characters add a little pet name in another language.

I personally would try to avoid it cause I don't wanna get anything wrong as I'm not good with other languages. Don't wanna poorly google translate it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Misfits! There wasn't enough out there, and I needed more, I finally caved to my 'no writing fan fiction' rule.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

License Dilemma. Mostly cause I related a lot to certain themes of the story. But I also like The Voyeur and The Exhibitionist I did for kinktober. I liked writing the dialogue, and I thought I got certain character traits down well.

Tagging anyone who wants!

#about me #writing #my posts #fanfiction #my fics

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heartandfangs · 2 years

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I OWE YOU— PART TWO.

GENRE Roommates AU, Playboy!Jake, Virgin!Reader, Heavy Smut, Slight Angst, Fluff (if you squint)

PAIRING f!Reader x Jake/Jayeun

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY, Arguing, Cursing, Possessiveness, Jealousy, Implied one-sided feelings, Unresolved/hurt feelings, Flirting, Slight slow-burn, Morally-grey characters, Sexual inexperience, Making out, Breast worship, Nipple play, Spit play, Light biting, Dirty talk, Praise kink, Dry humping, Clit orgasm, Squirting, Cum eating, f!Receiving, Switch!Jake, Dom!Jake, Switch!Reader, Sub!Reader WORD COUNT 6k+

SUMMARY What’s life like when an aloof girl with a grumpy streak and a guy who’s the human personification of charm become roommates?

In which a kiss on the cheek turns into a kiss on the lips turns into more than you bargained for from your playboy roommate.

AUTHOR’S NOTE I recommend reading the part one drabble for context, and if you have— welcome to the second NSFW installment! I've been working on this one in my drafts bit by bit for the past several months as I had no clue if I'd ever publish it (I was just planning on keeping it to myself bc of how horny it is ha). You can thank a particular aussie for wrecking me big time recently.

This has a lot of typical tropes for its genre, but I don't think boobs get enough love in fics around here (at least for my tastes), so enjoy. Like/reblog this fic and leave me some feedback if you enjoyed it and want more. Maybe it won't take me another six months to come out with another chapter.⚰️

Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Masterlist

You padded over to your door in a haze and swung it open, nearly running into your roommate, Jake.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you winced as he tapped his knuckles atop your head, passing you on his way out.

You scoffed, rubbing sleep from your eyes. Evening naps always made you feel groggy and even more exhausted than before you even rested. You glanced at your phone screen, then shoved it into your short pocket.

“It’s 11 P.M. You’re going out?”

“Actually, I’m having someone over.”

All trace of drowsiness fell from your face as you shot him an incredulous look, but he didn’t seem to notice with his attention on the glowing screen of his phone.

You gripped his wrist firmly, causing him to go wide-eyed.

“I thought we agreed on no visiting and no visitors since that terrible flu is going around right now,” you reminded sharply.

“I… I completely forgot.” You raised an eyebrow at him as he continued. “It’s just been so long, and… force of habit.”

Is a week so long for Jake Sim?

You sighed, “It’d be nice if you thought about your roommate’s well-being for once. I can’t afford to get sick at this time of year with how busy I am.”

A look of guilt flashed across his face.

Huh. So the guy can feel some shame.

“I do care,” he shot back, “Seriously, I forgot. Otherwise, don’t you think I’d be going out instead of blatantly having someone over if I were trying to go behind your back and see someone?”

You sighed, “Fine, but a deal’s a deal. Say what you need to get her to leave, alright?”

He nodded while staring elsewhere; you followed his line of sight to your grip encircling his wrist. Quickly retracting your hand, you moved past him to the kitchen pantry. Jake was usually the one who initiated contact with you, rarely the other way around so you felt a bit subconscious about touching him.

While you rummaged quietly for some midnight snacks, you listened closely for any sign of the door opening. To your relief, it remained silent, except for the tapping of his phone screen.

“There, I sent her off,” he said dejectedly.

“Thanks, I know this isn’t easy for you.”

He detected the sarcasm in your tone and crossed his arms, leaning against the countertop. With your back to him, his eyes slowly took in your mussed hair, that signature oversized shirt you’ve owned since you were ten, and those sweat shorts that barely cleared the tops of your thighs. You’d definitely worn them for the past three days straight. Indeed a homebody, he found your rare company refreshing despite how abrasive you could be at times.

“You’re a terrible sympathizer.”

“Am I?” You turned around and tore open a pocky pack, sticking the biscuit stick past your lips.

The sudden calculating look in his eyes was slightly unnerving, but you stood your ground. Upon approaching you, he snatched the pack out of your hands and strolled into the living room. You momentarily stared after him in disbelief.

“That’s mine,” you followed behind him closely, trying to reach around him to reclaim your snack.

“Well, I’d like some. Do you mind?”, he kept it out of your reach and blocked your path with his broad shoulders, keeping you at his back. He leaped over the couch and landed on a cushion with a bounce, shooting you a smirk, your midnight snack held captive.

You placed your hands on your hips.

“That’s the last pack left! Don’t act like a child and try and get back at me for something we previously agreed to, Jake.”

“But as you already know, this whole abstinence thing isn’t easy for me,” he shot back, snapping a biscuit stick in half in his mouth.

You rolled your eyes and squinted at him as he offered you a piece, beckoning you closer.

“I’ll give it all back if you sit down and watch something with me. C’mon ___, humor me on this terribly lonely night. You're always alone in your room.”

That’s because you have obnoxious company over more often than not.

You huffed but found yourself leaning forward with an unamused expression.

“Ah,” you parted your lips.

Jake bit his lip, stifling a fit of giggles as he stuck a pocky into your mouth.

Annoyed, you pressed forward further, taking nearly the whole biscuit into your mouth. Before your lips touched Jake’s fingers, your jaw snapped shut with an aggressive crunch.

“Gosh, you’re scary, you know that?” He tossed the remaining end of the biscuit into his mouth. You averted your eyes at Jake’s daring act, finding it difficult to ignore how he licked the chocolate and crumbs off his fingertips, all with a pleased grin.

“Just with people who annoy me.”

He handed you the pack, which you snatched out of his grasp. You plopped down on the cushions at the end of the sofa, intending to keep to yourself for the rest of the night.

Jake shook his head, “I’m messing with you... Is it weird I find that side of you endearing?”

You adjusted the cushion behind your back. “That’s the first time I’ve heard that. You might have some sort of issue if that’s the case.”

Jake looked off to the side. “One issue amongst many. Regardless, I’d want you on my side if I got into a fight or something.”

A slight sense of pride swelled in your chest at his words, but you showed no sign of it. “Yet, here are you are on this fine night, trying to pick a fight with yours truly over some snacks.”

He laughed, quickly reaching over to brush the knuckle of his index finger against your side ever so lightly in jest. Your breath caught at the electrifying sensation across your ribs; it disappeared as he pulled back.

“How else am I supposed to get your attention?”

Jake propped his elbow up on the couch arm and rested his chin on his palm with a small smile, his eyelids lowering slightly.

“Maybe just use your words,” you murmured, feeling a flush work up to your neck.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing.”

Distracted, you returned to munch on your Pocky while Jake began to flip through the TV guide. “Alright, what do you wanna watch?”

“What makes you think I wanna watch something with you? I’m just here to finish my snack.”

He pouted.

“I’m sure you'll be wide awake for the next couple of hours since you took a nap. And since this is my new reality now,” Jake gestured at the space between you two,” You should take responsibility and keep me company tonight.“

You slowly turned towards him.

“You owe me, remember?”

“Ah, you’re right, I do,” he nodded as though recalling your deal after you were generous enough to lend his one-night stand your underwear.

“You’re the youngest person I know to have dementia, dude.”

Jake opened his mouth to retort, but your terrible joke did have weight to it.

“I admit… so what’ll it be? Going to dump chores on me for the month? My treat for Door Dash this week? Or maybe a new matching lingerie set?” He glanced you over teasingly.

Your cheeks reddened at the memory of you shoving your underwear at Jake and shooing him away, then his lips pressing against your cheek unexpectedly. And, of course, the flash of his bare skin, which was surprisingly not a common sight in your flat despite his nightly activities.

“Sim—”

“I’m joking. Well?”

“I mean, I figured you’d count pausing your hook-ups until flu season ended as the favor repaid, but if you’re not…” you glanced over at him, and he looked at you expectantly. A bit surprised, you rubbed at your wrists self-consciously. “I’ll think about it and let you know.”

Jake flashed you an easy smile, then stretched his arms over his head, tucking them under his neck. “Alright then. Just let me know, ___.”

You nearly kicked yourself for staring at the way the thick cords of muscles in his arm flexed; it was a bit fascinating to you as someone who drew for a hobby. Sometimes you forgot just how in shape the guy was, but it made sense for an athlete like him. Some mornings, you’d bump into him after he came from an early run– the sight of him breathing heavily, covered in a sheen of sweat while shooting you a smile in the kitchen was always a difficult image to forget, and one you'd never get used to.

Nor were the sounds of his groans late at night. For whatever reason, it never made a difference to him and his partners if you were in the flat when they did their thing. Again, you chalked it up to a lack of shame. Thank god for noise-canceling headphones, although some nights your curiosity got the best of you, as did your lack of self-restraint. One too many times, but you would never admit it.

Part of you envied Jake for living so freely and without self-imposed restrictions; the other loathed him. Between the two of you as roommates, you were always the uptight one who most resembled a responsible adult, but you secretly wondered what it might be like to be the girl on the other side of the wall.

The thing is, you've been that girl once. Just a couple years ago, you thought you'd met the one, and had given away precious firsts in the belief of that.

Oh, how you were led astray.

Your brows furrowed as your mind attempted to shove the memories down; they were trying to resurface against your will.

Even though you led a very different lifestyle than Jake, you couldn't blame the girls who cozied up to your roommate so easily and in flocks at that. At least not entirely. You understood loneliness but instead subjected yourself to it ever since the day 'love' took on a completely different meaning to you. The solution of solitude and the pursuit of your career has done you well, so far.

You dragged your hand over your face and directed your attention to the TV, hoping Jake hadn't seen you staring off into space. Random dialogue from a show filled the room a long couple of minutes before either of you spoke again.

“New shows sort of suck,” you complained, tossing your trash onto the table. You'd have to restock your snack pile this week.

“Yeah. How about one of these?” He tapped on the remote control. “Choose your pick, supernatural beings, psychological thrillers, true crime, hot serial killers–”

“Yeah, sure. Wait a minute–” you narrowed your eyes at Jake.

Has he been snooping on your Netflix profile?

“Haha.”

Despite the new selection that was way more to your liking, your mind drifted again, not having counted on Jake actually granting you a favor.

What could you possibly ask of him? You didn’t want to waste it delegating your chores to him or food. You could easily take care of things on your own. For some weird reason... you wanted to make it count.

However, your mind drew a blank. You turned on your side and eyed Jake across the couch, whose attention was on the screen, shadows and light dancing across his relaxed features. His legs sprawled over the sofa while you huddled under your soft blanket. You watched him unconsciously run his tongue over his lips out of habit. Christ.

Feeling stiff, you stretched your legs against his side; he made room for you.

“This is probably the stupidest thing that’s gonna come out of my mouth as a fully grown adult.”

He chuckled. “Ditto, it’s past midnight. What is it?”

“I just…” you hesitated before slowly speaking, “My first kiss was terrible.”

That drew Jake out of his TV-induced stupor. Jake snorted at first, but he didn’t miss the myriad of emotions that flickered across your features– something akin to anger, sadness, disgust, and embarrassment all at once. He flashed a look of concern in your direction.

“I-I don’t know why I’ve been thinking about it recently…” your fingers brushed absently over your cheek. “Maybe because you kissed my cheek that morning, and it brought back memories.”

Lost in thought, you missed the way Jake’s eyes darkened. He was curious about the details you were withholding from him and weighed pressing the matter. You really sounded like you needed to talk for the first time since living together.

“How bad was it?” He asked.

“It was a complete shitshow, honestly. I thought I was giving away my first kiss to someone I’d spend the rest of my life with. It was a silly thought,” you laughed, “A first kiss might mean nothing to you. I thought it meant something, but my friend was just… curious. He had me convinced and was pretty awful about how he went about it.”

Why am I spilling all of this to a flagrant playboy?

“If you want to share more, I’ll listen,” he reassured.

Although you were a bit startled at his response, you decided to continue, “He was sort of pushy about the kiss… even commented on how weird my teeth felt,” you laughed but it rang empty.

“Clearly he was just using me. Actually, the way he got me to even kiss him– amongst other things," Jake noticed how you quickly skimped over the details, "–In the first place was because he told me he wanted to marry me. It was ridiculous, but despite all the red flags, I told him I loved him, and he said he felt the same.

He took it all back the next day and still wanted to be just friends. Our relationship got even more complicated, and I eventually ended it. Best decision of my life, but also the hardest. I was naive, but we’ve all had our hearts broken at least once by a terrible person, haven’t we?” You joked.

Unable to look Jake in the eye, silence filled the room, and you decided this was the most self-conscious you’ve felt in your entire life.

“I unloaded a lot on you right now, sorry. It’s pretty embarrassing,” you said, trying to swallow a lump in your throat.

Fuck, this feels pathetic. I just thought I’d be honest with the guy for once, but I sound like I’m vying for sympathy. And with the way I’ve treated him tonight, I wouldn’t be surprised if he just started trolling me–

You felt a warm hand slide over your own, giving you a comforting squeeze. Your wide eyes met Jake’s steady gaze.

“Being vulnerable with someone isn’t embarrassing, ___. Not with me.”

First your eyes widened, then a small smile pulled at your lips.

“Thank you,” you said ever so quietly.

Jake’s breath caught at the sight of your expression softening– although he knew he didn't deserve your vulnerability, he couldn’t help himself.

“I don’t want this to mean anything. I hate being haunted by the memories, but I know who I am right now isn’t conducive to developing a relationship with someone. To override those memories, that is,” you explained, “Still, I wish I could forget my shitty first kiss above everything else, I hate that it’ll be in my head for the next decade.”

You wondered if he'd catch on, figure out your unvoiced request.

“You don’t want ‘what’ to mean anything? I’m not entirely sure what you mean.”

“Are you gonna make me spell it out?” You whispered.

You clutched your knees to your chest as Jake shifted closer, his arm resting across the back of the couch frame, his hand moving from yours to toy with the edge of your blanket. Immediately, you missed the heat of his skin– you've been missing it ever since that morning he kissed your cheek.

“You’d leave it up to someone like me to guess?” Jake brought the knuckle of his index finger to his lips, eyes trained on you, “What if I’m way off base? Would you hold me to it?”

Despite your nerves going awry, you held his stare, tried to speak in a steady voice, “You bet I will.”

Jake's hands traveled up to your knees; you let him part them slowly as he shifted between your legs to lean over you. He steadied himself with a hand spread out near your hip, the other brushed your hair back from your neck, sending chills across your skin.

The barrier of the blanket did little to lessen the deep impression of his touch on your body. You had expected him to pounce on you with his signature zest, but his movements were relatively slow yet insistent. Different than the eager way he'd stumble to his bedroom while sucking hickey's onto a random girl's neck and accidentally open the door to yours.

“You bet I will,” Jake repeated, tipping your chin towards him, “That’s my girl.”

His girl.

You would’ve been at his neck at any other point in time for saying something so outrageous, but you were currently far from caring.

He watched your eyes flutter close, the way your body shivered at his words.

It was bizarre how you could go from being at each other's throats to invading their personal space without a second thought. It didn’t take much from either side to get here, but then again it wasn’t easy for you to be so open with him. He must've sensed that.

You could almost feel his lips hovering over your own, but then he paused– only to press a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth.

The couch dipped, and he pulled away. Eyes shooting open, you gave him a confused look. He wore an expression of... apprehension?

“You’re messing with me," you accused.

“I’m... I'm not. I don’t kiss, at least not on the lips.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, a little disheartened. Although, you could never recall him making out with any girls he had over. “What? Why?”

“Kissing just… makes you feel things about the other person that you wouldn’t feel otherwise. Feelings that can complicate things. It’s proven science.”

So much about that line he delivered on vulnerability. Was he playing me?

“Right. Spoken like a true fuck boy,” you began to turn away, chest aching for some reason.

To your embarrassment, Jake held your chin to keep you in place. You tugged at the edges of your shorts; the blanket had fallen somewhere on the carpet. He looked to your lips, then met your eyes with a searing gaze.

“You know what I’m about, ___.”

Heat crept across your chest and up your neck.

“We’re worlds apart,” you stated.

“Are we?”

Is he offering what I think he is?

“We both know it,” you insisted, “Yet… why do you stare at me like that when you know I can’t give you what you want? When you know we both want different things.”

“What do you think I want from you?”

Your head was beginning to spin both from the proximity between you and Jake and the jumble of thoughts in your head.

You considered your motivations; were you really just hoping for a kiss? Or more?

“Obviously, what you want from any other girl–”

“There was no other girl tonight,” he interjected.

You hesitated before shaking off his hold on your chin. “You just made that up? Why?”

Jake sat back against the couch cushions, hands spread across his thighs. He released a heavy breath.

“I figured I’d make an excuse to get your attention and to hang out with you. You don’t really bother to spend time with me even though we're roommates, especially when it’s just us in the flat.”

He wanted to hang out with me that badly, just to get into my pants? To the point where he was willing to leverage our temporary agreement?

“You’re unbelievable lying to me like that. You're the one who always has people over. Now what, am I supposed to keep you entertained? Do you realize how childish and attention-seeking that sounds?”

“I do,” he nodded, “But sometimes you see right through me, and other times I feel like I’m in my own echo chamber,” His words carried a tinge of frustration, “Honestly, your request is over the top, but I haven’t been hanging out with anyone as of late because you asked me to. Can you blame me for wanting some human interaction?”

“We should be trying to avoid the flu, so that’s just being a decent human being on your end of the deal. Also, it’s incredibly user-friendly of you to suddenly start wanting to hang out with me when you can’t have one of your girls over.”

“___, it’s not even about that. I just want–”

“Anyone with a sense of self-respect would acknowledge and accept this,” you refused to hear him. He wouldn't even apologize for deceiving you.

Jake fell quiet, expression crestfallen. What was he so down for?

Just when you thought you'd have to snap him out of it, that unnerving stare of his was back– an air of stubbornness radiating off of him. Still, you sensed a lingering hurt in his eyes.

“You should know I’m shameless.”

Your hand curled into a tight fist. What was he getting at now?

“I’m well aware. You just want me because I’m not your typical fuck, don't you?”

“So sure about that. Aren’t you?” His low voice was barely over a whisper.

At his challenge, uncertainty seeped into your thoughts. You considered Jake’s obstinate demeanor and realized you felt even more irritated than before. He didn’t flinch when you shifted forward to twist his shirt collar in your grasp, unrelenting.

“Yes, I am. And I will not be used again,” you scowled at him. “Are you gonna prove me wrong, or will Jake Sim, the notorious playboy, prove me right?”

Jake swore under his breath.

“Use me then.”

He watched shock spread across your face as you froze in place.

Jake quickly pulled you into his lap by your waist, your hands steadying yourself on his shoulders. His warm palms slid over your neck, thumbs brushing against the flesh of your cheeks.

“What the hell are you talking about—“

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he began to press open-mouthed kisses against your neck, to the curve of your throat, nipping at your jaw. Unable to help yourself, you moaned softly at the sweet sensation while your hands pushed at his shoulders.

Jake held you flush against his chest, “Use me.” You gulped at the sight of Jake staring up at you with such a ravenous look. “Or would you rather it be the other way around?”

Anger flashed like lightning behind your eyes.

You roughly cupped his jaw and dragged his plush lips against yours despite his initial wishes, and he let you. Without hesitation, you licked into the heat of his mouth, and it was pure sweetness bursting across your tongue. Jake groaned against your lips and caressed the small of your back underneath your shirt; he seemed to like that just as much as you did. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you couldn't believe Jake was letting you kiss him. And that you were allowing him to touch you.

A peculiar surge of power flickered through your body, as did the unmistakable heat of arousal.

Jake was generous– letting you scrape your teeth against his lips and shove your tongue against his as you pleased. You were winging it with the mindset of just making up for the terrible first kiss you had given away so carelessly—and making Jake pay for giving you a hard time all night.

Your shitty excuse of a first kiss never stood a chance.

He angled his head to deepen the kiss further, surprising you with his passion and confidence. It was incomparable to the sweet way he had kissed you on the cheek and even closer to your lips just moments ago. You’d always imagined what he was like as a lover, and it was something else entirely being on the receiving end of his fierce advances.

For someone who doesn’t make out much with other people, he’s incredibly good at this.

But then something in the air changed the moment you sat back and settled yourself on his lap. Jake ground his hips up into your core, and to your surprise, you felt his hardness through his sweatpants. You gasped, nearly breaking the kiss, but his hand at your neck kept you right where he wanted you.

At this point, Jake was beginning to dominate the kiss, clearly more experienced in keeping pace. What was breathing again?

You finally managed to pull away, but he chased after you, catching the wet string of saliva that connected your lips on his tongue. The symptoms of a dizzy spell quickly clouded your mind.

“Wait– holy shit,” you panted, “Why…?”

Jake thumbed at your lips which were glistening and several tints redder than before, while his free hand moved to knead the soft flesh at your hip.

“No reason at all.”

“Jake,” you dragged your palms down his firm chest, “Fuck you, you’re not making any sense. You even egged me on…”

“C’mon, gorgeous,” he began to drag the pads of his fingertips back and forth just below your collarbone, “Do what you do best and use that brain of yours to make sense of this.”

“Stop playing with me!”

He still managed to tease you even in your overwhelmed state, pressing a wet kiss just under your ear. “You’ll kiss and tell once you’ve figured it out, won’t you?”

“I hate you,” you muttered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Oh, I'm sure you do. Better tell me what you want– properly this time.”

Memories of your terrible series of firsts threatened to resurface, and you willed them away with all of the spite you’d bottled up after these past couple of years. You decided that they would be buried in your psyche by the time morning came, never to be reminisced about again. You sincerely hoped for it.

No, you’ve never slept with someone. But the little girl who had hoped to give her first kiss away to her prince charming grew up and had a change of heart. Up until a mere moment ago, you thought a kiss would satisfy you and help lay those awful memories to sleep.

Had you been wrong? You and Jake– maybe you two weren’t as different as you first thought.

“What’d you do to that girl that made her cream her panties so badly?”

Jake chuckled, “Why don’t I just show you?"

“You'd love to, wouldn't you? Fine,” you held Jake’s jaw firmly and looked him in the eyes as you said this, “My shorts stay on, and don’t even think about shoving anything inside me tonight. I don’t care how hard you are.”

His cheeks grew a shade darker, “Yes, ma’am.”

“One more thing. You were holding back when you were kissing me, weren’t you?”

Jake ran his hands up your sides. “What if I was?”

“Don’t.”

You leaned forward, and he met you halfway– the sugary taste of your tongue sending him into a frenzy again. He lapped at your lips and prodded around the heat of your mouth, obscene sounds filling your ears.

This time around, Jake’s grip on your neck kept your lips together until he deemed fit to let you resurface for air. A privilege you had willingly surrendered as he stole your breath, the insistence of his tongue causing saliva to spill down your chin.

You moaned against his slick lips due to how messy the kiss had become, and he took the opportunity to trace a nipple through the fabric of your shirt, causing you to shudder. His fingertip circled the bud several times before squeezing the hardening tip between his middle and index finger.

You jerked against him, finding that you were unable to control your body's reaction to his touch. He scrutinized your every reaction, finally breaking the kiss.

“You’re so, so sensitive. Like the way, I play with you, baby girl? The way I fucked your mouth with my tongue?”

Falling into a complete trance and unnacustomed to dirty talk, you could only nod in agreement. Jake didn't seem to mind and all the while, your underwear grew wet at his words and the attention he gave your chest. You watched him take your breasts into his hands as he alternated between rubbing and flicking at your clothed nipples to massaging the mounds as a whole.

Gasping, you stared at his hands, and fought the odd urge to trace the veins protruding across them with your tongue. Jake watched your dazed expressions, completely enamored with your reactions because he's never seen such a side of you before.

And oh how he longed to see more, having imagined you more than once to be entirely at his mercy at night, or perhaps the other way around when you were just a room away, buried under your books. Wondering whether you were experienced or not; it hardly mattered to him. His charming, homebody roommate who he could so easily rile up and then appease in the ways he did best, now that you were finally letting him.

“You’re fucking adorable,” he whispered against your ear.

“M’not,” you insisted.

You licked your lips, breath stuttering when he focused on flicking a swollen nipple back and forth with a single finger, nearly making you faint before he dipped his head to envelope your clothed breast into the wet heat of his mouth.

“Oh my god—“

The ceiling above you spun, and your pussy gushed with arousal. Jake hummed against your breast, while his free hand toyed gently with the other. As he sucked at it, his saliva soaked into the fabric of your shirt, allowing his tongue to lave across your nipple, the friction only adding to your pleasure.

“You are. Bet you’re so, so pretty under this...”

Jake switched over, taking your other breast into his mouth, tugging at the fabric with his teeth. He lapped at the bud while his hand finally slipped under your shirt, spreading his saliva that had seeped through across your skin. You moaned aloud, surprising even yourself with desperation in your voice.

It felt amazing to feel his fingers glide against your bare skin; you were desperate to feel his tongue against it too. His lips released your nipple with a smack, causing you to whine.

“Jake…”

You rolled your hips against his abdomen, seeking friction. You were going crazy— your fuck boy of a roommate was making you go crazy.

“Talk to me, baby girl,” he looked up at you from under his dark lashes, his pupils blown wide. His hands ran over your thighs to roughly grip at your hips. You hiked up your shirt and tugged his head back down onto your chest, causing him to groan against your skin.

“More, please—“

Jaw falling slack, you could hardly form another word when he spat against your chest and watched it run down your skin. He captured it on his tongue, dragging it up the underside of your breast and then fitting as much of you as he could into the tight, wet heat of his mouth.

Fuck.

Your clit throbbed, and your eyes fell close at the immense pleasure. Jake was taking his damn time, tongue laving over your nipples while his lips stretched over each of your breasts with a pop, one after the other.

“Jake,” the way you moaned his name sent a jolt straight down to his hardening cock. It was damn near impossible to ignore the way you were rutting against him, but he’d neglect the urgency in your desperate little thrusts for just a moment longer. Having you fall apart in his hands of all people was affecting him more than he’d ever imagined.

“Need you to touch me more…”

He hummed and sucked harshly before letting your swollen breast drop from his mouth. Strands of saliva hung between his lips and your glistening skin, breaking once he spoke.

“Gorgeous. I wonder just how wet you are, ” Jake pondered, his voice husky against your ear.

The moment you met Jake’s eyes, he recognized the deep unbridled craving in them; they reflected his own. In a moment of boldness, you spread your legs for him to see your dampness spread all across your shorts.

“Shit,” he breathed.

You yelped when he pushed you down onto the couch and fit his knee against your core. He watched you press up against him, rolling your hips against his hard, flexed thigh. Pleasure visibly shot through your body.

His eyes narrowed in the dark, and he roughly shoved his hand against your stomach, gripping the soft flesh below your navel. Your hand moved to squeeze his own, causing his heart to skip a beat at the sheer tenderness of your touch.

The thought that he was being too rough for your first encounter together crossed his mind, but the greedy look in your eyes dispelled any sense of doubt.

“You're so eager. That feel good, sweetheart?”

You nodded slowly as your words got caught in your throat. Jake immediately fit himself against your side to drag his middle finger up and down your core, amazed of the way it glided over your soaked shorts due to your slick.

He brought his damp fingers up to your lips, “Be a good girl and get them wet for me.”

You obeyed, sucking his digits into your mouth, slightly taken aback at the foreign taste of yourself. He used his free hand to cradle his arm around your neck and tug your shirt over your breasts before sliding your saliva over your pert nipples.

Oh god.

Jake’s hand squeezed at your breast while the other dipped back down between your legs. The pads of his fingers began to circle your swollen nub just like they had over your nipples, but this time his movements were tighter, harsher. You were so wet under your shorts that the moist sounds filled Jake’s ears and spurred him on to bring you to your release.

“Feels so good…”

Your hand gripped his wrist as you felt your pleasure build, and the other tangled into his shirt. You trembled against him, and he soothed you with a wet kiss on your neck. You continuously ground your core against his thick fingers, the unrelenting pressure against your clit causing heat to spread over your skin and deep within your body.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna—“

“Say my name when you come,” he urged.

“Jake—“

“Jaeyun,” he corrected sharply, his teeth scraping along your neck.

He sped up his hand without warning, rubbing your clothed pussy and your eyes fluttered shut, all of the pleasure gathering in your core before snapping with a sharp jerk of your hips.

“Ja—,” you gasped, “Jaeyun!”

Starlight burst behind the darkness of your eyelids while warmth and euphoria spread through your body in waves. Your thighs clamped around Jake’s hand, but that didn’t stop him from palming your entire pussy and rubbing as much of it as possible, taking you through your high.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl. Make a sweet little mess for me so I can taste you.”

His sweatpants were painfully tight at the sight of you absolutely wrecked in front of him, his cock twitching against your thigh at you calling his name while your cum seeped through your shorts onto his fingers.

He let your nails dig into the skin of his arm and watched as you stretched the fabric of his shirt in desperation. A deep groan vibrated through his chest as he drew out the sweetness of your orgasm with insistent fingers, your trembling moans the perfect indicator of your pleasure— and his own.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” he praised against your ear.

You panted against him; your eyes still screwed shut from the immense toll of your orgasm on your body.

The sensation of your high was indescribable. Having someone touch you was different from touching yourself, but despite reaching your climax, you ached for something to fill you up.

Still in a daze, your hips followed his movements. He slipped his hand past your waistband, dragging his fingers against your sensitive folds and clit, gathering your slick.

You let out a whine; the raw contact of his skin against your own made your toes curl and hips buck. It felt amazing and you so badly wanted him to keep his hand down there a little longer.

“I know, baby,” he hushed.

You shuddered, your core clenching at the way Jake's tongue wrapped around his glistening fingers, his eyes shutting tight as though he were relishing your flavor. A deep sound of satisfaction rumbled through his chest. His hand snaked around your throat, squeezing it lightly while capturing your lips in a deep, intoxicating kiss.

Jake took in your blissed-out expression, a pair of unfocused half-lidded eyes staring up at him. He stopped himself from taking things any further.

“___. If you don’t want me to fuck you right here and now, then get out of here,” he warned.

“What?” you asked in a daze.

He pulled back from you, eyes unmistakably full of longing. “Get out of here. Now.” A tense moment of silence passed before you came to your senses. You pushed past Jake and scrambled to your feet, running to your room and shutting the door behind you while your body screamed to stay.

#enhypen smut #enhypen fanfic #enhypen au #enhypen angst #enhypen ff #jake x reader #jake sim x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #jaeyun x reader #jake x female reader #enhypen hard hours #jake smut #jaeyun smut

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2jaeh · 2 years

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pretty | jungwoo

your boyfriend shows up to your house dressed as rose from the titanic and you can't get over how pretty he looks.

genre: smut, humor

content: fem!reader, profanity, slight dom!reader, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex

word count: 1.7k

author lin

i initially posted this as a short drabble, but i felt it deserved to be a bit longer,, enjoy !!

Your boyfriend Jungwoo was always quite eccentric and spontaneous. You never did know what he would say, do or rope you into next. But when he showed up at your apartment at 10pm on a Friday night dressed as Rose from the Titanic, you were more baffled than you'd ever been in all the years you'd been with him.

"And now?" You stood in the doorway, your lips pursed to suppress the cackle that was about to escape as he struck a very raunchy pose in his pretty dress.

"Lucas is having a costume party tonight," Jungwoo sauntered into your home once you stepped aside to make way for him and you could not hold back your laughter anymore, "would you like to be the Jack to my Rose?"

"As pretty as you look, Jungwoo," you replied, twirling a lock of his cheap brown wig, "this invite is pretty sudden, you should've told me earlier and, besides, I don't have a Jack costume ready."

"Well, I wasn't even planning on going to the party initially until I saw this bad boy at the mall!" Jungwoo threw his arms up, showing off his dress, before slumping down on the couch, "and worry not for I've already prepared your Jack costume!"

Jungwoo grabbed his bag that had been discarded on the other end of the couch and pulled out a black packet, extending it towards your direction. You let out a light groan but a smile crept up onto your face nonetheless as you took the packet from him and went to your room to change. As you were buttoning up the last few buttons of your white shirt, the door to your room slowly opened and Jungwoo's smiling face peeped through.

"Are you finished?" He asked softly and you nodded, "can you do my make up?"

"Sure." You chuckled lightly as Jungwoo excitedly threw the door open and rushed over to sit at your vanity.

You calmly applied some light, glittery make up to Jungwoo's face, only stopping when the two of you fell into fits of giggles. You pulled out some dark lip tint and delicately lathered it over his plump lips, chuckling as forcefully puckered them up. You watched as he admired your work in the mirror and smacked his lips together. Your heart did a backflip as you watched Jungwoo's reflection. He was always attractive, but he was even more beautiful all dolled up like that.

"Do you even realize how pretty you look right now?" You pouted, sliding your arms over Jungwoo's shoulders and resting your chin on his head, "I kinda wanna keep you all to myself."

"Oh really?" Jungwoo replied in a playful voice and a mischievous grin appeared on his face, "and what do you plan on doing while keeping me all to yourself?"

"Shut up." You shoved his back gently, rolling your eyes as you moved aside to pack your makeup away.

"Shut up!" Jungwoo imitated you in a teasing voice before turning in his seat to face you.

"If you really think I'm pretty then you should show me how pretty you think I am." Jungwoo smiled innocently, despite not having any innocent intentions.

"There." You shoved a handheld mirror in his voice and giggled when he groaned, swatting your hand away.

"I'm not a visual learner, I'm a physical learner." Jungwoo smirked and you let out a loud laugh, mainly due to disbelief at the depths of his flirting.

With a smile on your face, you dipped your upper body down as you placed a kiss on his cherry red lips. The kiss got heated quite quickly as you sat yourself onto his lap, your legs on either side of his. Jungwoo snaked his arms around your torso before resting on your lower back while you locked your arms around his neck. You tasted the familiar strawberry flavor of the lip tint on his lips and unconsciously let out a soft moan, causing Jungwoo to smile against your mouth.

You detached from his lips and started to pepper small butterfly kisses down his jawline and neck, Jungwoo letting out soft sighs and mewls of contentment. You ever so smoothly slid off his lap and got on your knees in front of him, teasingly playing with the hem of his long dress.

"So I'm guessing we're not going to the party?" Jungwoo grinned, his chest moving fast with heavy breathing.

"Let's just see how long this takes." You giggled before disappearing under the skirt of Jungwoo's dress.

You kissed up his bare thighs, your hands gripping onto them as your breath ghosted over his crotch. Jungwoo squirmed in his seat, his hands absentmindedly fiddling with his skirt. Your fingers hooked onto the waistband of his underwear and tugged down just enough to free his member. You wrapped a hand around him, pumping up and down while you continued to decorate his thighs with light love bites. Jungwoo let out a throaty whine, his hands scrambling to grip onto his seat. You eventually wrapped your lips around him, taking him all in and halting your movements before bobbing your head at a pace that had him letting out all sorts of lewd sounds, his breathing erratic.

"I'm gonna…" He whimpered, his sentence getting cut off by a low moan, but you knew what he meant.

You removed your mouth from him and crawled out from under his skirt. You nodded your head towards the bed and Jungwoo obliged immediately. You watched with a smirk on your face as Jungwoo excitedly threw himself onto the bed, hiking his skirt up to discard his underwear, a cute smile on his pretty face. You rid yourself of your slacks, letting your frilled, white dress shirt hang loose. You climbed onto the bed, straddling Jungwoo's lap as his hands naturally came up to rest on your exposed thighs.

His wig was messy now, sprawled out on the bed while he grinned up at you in anticipation. His glittery eyeshadow and glossy lips illuminated under the light. You leaned over to press a quick kiss on his lips, Jungwoo letting out a throaty moan.

"You're so pretty." You murmured once you pulled back, running your hands up and down his clothed torso.

"You said that already." Jungwoo teased playfully, his fingers cheekily picking at the waistband of your panties.

"And I won't ever get tired of saying it." You hummed before your lips found his again, grinding your hips against him.

You smiled against his mouth when you felt his grip on your thighs tightened, his own body squirming under yours. His fingers snuck passed your underwear, his thumb working on your sensitive clit while middle and ring finger entered your core. You groaned in pleasure, your lips moving to leave weak kisses down his jawline and neck. Your moans muffled against his skin as you marked him with a purple little love bite on his neck. His fingers continued to pump in and out of you until that knot began forming in your tummy and you grabbed onto his wrist to halt his actions.

Jungwoo latched his lips onto your neck, sucking down while his one hand ran through your hair and the other reached down to cup a feel of your ass. You quickly shimmied out of your underwear and threw it aside. Sitting up, you lined your entrance up to his member, holding onto his hips to keep your balance. You slid yourself onto him, the movement seamless due to your arousal. You both groaned in unison, your chests heaving and your eyes closed in ecstasy.

You began rocking your hips before lifting yourself up and down, your hands pressed against his shoulders to steady yourself. Jungwoo gripped onto your hips, slowly thrusting his hips upwards to match your movements. He whined at the sensation, his high grunts and moans going straight to the knot in your core threatening to burst.

Jungwoo only added to your dilemma when one of his hands slipped under your shirt and began stimulating your sensitive bud once again. His other hand moved up further to hold one of your breasts over your bra.

"Baby, I'm close.." You whimpered, resting your chest against his as Jungwoo continued to thrust up into you.

"Me too…" Jungwoo grunted before abruptly stopping his movements, his hands beckoning you off of him.

"What's wrong?" You groaned in frustration, flopping onto your back against the pillows.

"This dress is so fucking restricting!" Jungwoo complained and you watched in amusement as he reached back and practically ripped open his buttons, shrugging the dress off his body to reveal his lean, sweaty torso. He chucked the dress aside before crawling over to you, a satisfied grin on his face when you spread your legs enough for him to nestle himself between them.

"Better?" You hummed as you unbuttoned your shirt and threw it to join the other discarded items of clothing.

"Much better." Jungwoo nodded adorably before he lined himself up to your entrance and slid in once again.

He rocked his hips at a rhythmic pace, hitting all the right spots. He unclasped your bra, letting your breasts free before he quickly latched his mouth over the soft skin of one and let his hand fondle the other. His tongue swirled around your nipple, your fingers twisting in his wig as he rammed his hips into yours. With one last thrust, Jungwoo came undone, releasing into you as a shaky sigh left his swollen lips. You reached your climax not long after, stimulated by his lazy thumb on your clit.

Jungwoo pulled out and tiredly fell onto the bed next to you, his chest raising up and down in exhaustion. Once he caught his breath, he slung his leg over yours and cuddled up to your side, his head nuzzling against your neck.

"I should wear dresses more often." Jungwoo whispered, his warm breath fanned against your skin.

"Yeah, but next time just leave out this cheap ass wig." You grabbed the wig from his head and flung it to the floor.

"My hair!" He squealed comically, his hands coming up to cover the white wig cap on his head.

"It's fine, you still look pretty." You hummed, wrapping your arms around him.

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junko-and-riri-domain · 3 years

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warm embraces & sudden kisses | ot7

↬ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ot7 x reader ↬ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff | requested | drabbles/headcannons ↬ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: none ↬ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: anon ↬ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ: “ENHA REACTION TO YOU KISSING THEM OUT OF NO WHERE OR JOW THE CUDDLE WITH YOU PLS AND THANK YOU 🙏” ↬ ᴀ/ɴ:

since this is the 100th post on this blog I decided to do an ot7 one

simultaneously, this was a request so it worked out !!

anon said or but I decided to try & write both in here :$ so there’s kinda 2 mini scenarios for each member

also i wrote this on my phone in my notes while i was out today which is why everything’s lowercase :)

anon if you’d like me to rewrite this less as scenarios and more as bullet points just lmk!

Lee Heeseung

[a light’s on in the kitchen]

you wake up with the feeling of warmth no longer around you. looking around, you see that heeseung’s no longer in bed with you. your hand makes it way to your phone on your nightstand, 3:07 am greets your eyes and you hear faint sounds from outside the room. you get up with a yawn, the haze of sleepiness still on you as you make your way around the apartment the two of you share, a light’s on in the kitchen. he’s making ramen, you think to yourself. he stands tall by the stove, your footsteps are quiet as you hear him singing a song. when you get to him, your arms arm around his waist as he turns around to greet you, you jump up to give him a quick kiss, intending to meet his lips but because of how tall he is, your lips meet his cheek. he smiles, pulls you in closer to him, tilting up your chin but teases you by pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

[finally home]

you’re nestled up on the couch while a movie plays on the tv. today wasn’t a good day, to say the least. you woke up late which didn’t give you a chance to eat breakfast with heeseung, when you ordered lunch the fries were burnt and the food undercooked, and when you got home heeseung texted you to let you know that practice was running a little late which meant he wouldn’t get to have dinner with you. your eyes stayed settled on the tv until the sound of the apartment door greets your ears, bringing you out of that movie marathon haze you were trapped in. heeseung smiles as he sees you, makes his way to you, as he hands you a takeout bag.

“i bought some food on my way home, i’ll change and then we can eat, yeah?” he notices that you’re sad but doesn’t press you on about it. you nod, taking the bag from him. when he comes back, the two of you eat while a new movie is running. when you’ve finished all the food, his arm wraps around your shoulders and his head rests on top of yours.

“you ok?” he asks. his embrace is comforting and safe, similar to what it feels like when a blanket is draped over you just before you fall asleep.

“i am now that you’re finally home.”

rest of the boys under the cut !!

Park Jongseong / Jay

[flustered and red]

jay’s making dinner in the kitchen while you’re setting the table. you hear him chattering, more to himself than anything as he tries to make dinner the best that it can be. with how busy his schedule was and how much you’ve been swamped with your own work, the two of you haven’t had much time for each other. so, the you both having a free day today was something you were definitely going to take full advantage of. after setting the table, you head into the kitchen to see him slicing up lettuce for a last minute salad. you let out a smile as you see him make a honey based dressing and decided to surprise him by hugging him from behind. usually, he does it to you. despite his confident appearance and composure, you can already tell that he’s getting all flustered and red.

“Yah, who said you can sneak up on me like that!” he says, but makes no effort to pull away. You move so that you’re in front of him,

“If that’s how you react when I hug, how will you react when I do this?” Going on your tiptoes, your arms make their way around his neck as you feel the softness of his lips on yours. Guess honey was good as moisturizer…

[i built us a house]

jay was sitting in his gaming chair, his gaming set up in its own room while you were in the living room doing your own thing. while you were typing away on your laptop you hear your name being called, causing you to look up.

“i wanna show you something,” he said.

“i’m busy, hon,” you reply.

“real quick, i promise.” you sigh, knowing damn well jay wasn’t going to leave you alone until you went with him. so, following him into his game room he sat on his chair.

“why am i here?” you asked. he patted his lap, motioning for you to sit on him. as you did, one of his hands moves your hair to the other side while an arm stays settled on you. you can feel his breath on your neck, the butterflies in your stomach now doing somersaults.

“i built us a house.” your eyes look at the screen to see it on his minecraft server as his character walks around. you smile, turn your head so you’re looking at him,

“this is our house?”

“one day i’ll make it happen in real life.” despite the large promise, deep down you knew jay was going to find some way to make it a reality.

Sim Jaeyun / Jake

[just a little more]

you were on the living room couch, layla’s head on your lap while you pet her. as you do, you’re typing on your phone with your free hand. jake makes his presence known by sitting next to you, his head popping into your line of sight. you set your phone aside, smiling as you pat his hair. he frowns,

“you’ve been giving layla your attention all day, what about me?”

“layla’s cuter than you,” you reply with a teasing smile. he frowns, sighing slightly as he looks at the sight of all your attention on layla. jake heads to your room, glad that you loved layla as much as he did but wished you loved him just a little more. you head to the room, seeing jake seated by the edge of the bed, you settled yourself so that you were sitting on his lap, your legs around his waist.

“i want your attention too.”

“someone’s jealous.”

“naur, i’m not jealous,” he says, looking away. you lean forwards, pressing a kiss to his lips that lingers on for a few seconds longer than it should.

“yaur, ya are,” you tease. he smiles, kisses you again as his grip on you tighten slightly,

“it got you here, didn’t it?”

[a pair of fuzzy socks]

you’re half asleep when you feel warmth to your feet and suddenly a pair of fuzzy socks have been placed over them. you say nothing, wanting to go back to sleep more than anything. a few seconds later, you feel a dip on the bed, two actually, and you’re aware of both jake and layla around you. jake lifts up your head gently. you hear him whisper,

“layla, don’t wake up your mother,” and the feeling brings tingles to your heart, fireworks spreading throughout your body. he snuggles closer to you, intertwining his legs with yours as he traces random patterns on your back just before falling asleep.

Park Sunghoon

[cold]

for as long as he could remember, park sunghoon has lived life cold. on the ice he was cold. towards people he acted cold. you entering his life was like the sun rising after a freezing winter night. you were the heat that rid himself of the icicles stuck to his cold exterior. you melted the snowflakes of winter and turned them into roses of spring. you were the warmth he never knew he was missing. he was in your apartment, washing the dishes after you made lunch. you headed to him placing your hand on his arm. he looked over to you, smiling as you hugged his side. you leaned up as you kissed him, he couldn’t hold back his small laugh. as he felt your lips on his, heat rose to his cheeks. but despite the shyness in him about to take over, he fights it, leaning into you and kissing you once more.

[cold hands]

sunghoon has always had cold hands. and whenever he cuddled with you, he made sure that you knew it. the two of you were joking, running around the apartment when you and sunghoon both ended up on the bed. a glint appeared in his eyes, a plan forming in his head. the tips of his fingers met your stomach as you started bursting out in laugher.

“HOON WHY DO YOU HAVE COLD HANDS,” you yelled as you tried to fight him off. he smiled, vampire teeth showing in all their glory as he settled next to you in bed. his hand rested on your stomach as he brought you to him, his cold feet pressing to yours.

“you’re my personal heater,” he said, pulling you closer to him.

Kim Sunoo

[a little too close]

sunoo has always been clingy around you. some days, he’ll grab your hand out of nowhere and start fiddling with your fingers. at the most random times, he’ll play with your hair and think about how to style it. being in sunoo’s embrace is something that you’ve always welcomed. you were sort of the opposite, accepting and welcoming his touch but never really initiating it. until, today that is. you noticed someone talking to sunoo getting a little too close to him. you didn’t think much of it knowing how friendly sunoo was towards people and how others naturally gravitated to him. but, you couldn’t help yourself when you made your way to them and held onto sunoo’s hand, practically staring down the other person. sunoo smiled, intertwining your hands together while bringing you into the conversation. unsurprisingly, the outsider moved closer and without even thinking, you kissed sunoo’s cheek. his eyes slightly got wide as he looked at you, but it was an action he was glad for. in return, he kissed your cheek with a smile and couldn’t stop talking about it for the rest of the day.

[a tough day]

you were having somewhat of a tough day, having cramps, on and off headaches, and an annoying ringing in your ears that you just couldn’t get rid of. sunoo came home to find you layed on the couch, his heart breaking at the sight. he got some things and brought it to the living room,

“what are you doing?” you asked.

“spa day!” he replied excitedly. he rubbed lotion on your hands, placed cucumbers on top of your eyes, and combed out your hair. the night came to an end with you and sunoo laying on the couch together, him patting in the face mask then rubbing soothing circles on your stomach. with sunoo came a bubble of warmth you never wanted to leave.

Yang Jungwon

[make me]

jungwon’s in a playful mood today and with that playful mood comes teasing you. you’re in the living room where he decided to grab your sketchbook and hold it up above your head.

“won, give it back!” you exclaimed in annoyance, glaring at him. he has the audacity to look amused and he tells you,

“make me.” he’s always found joy in teasing you for your height and right now was no different. a plan forms in your head as you take some steps backwards. as you practically run to him, his eyes widen with fear as he’s forced to let go of your sketchbook to catch you and you end up latched onto him like a koala. you kiss him, in those few seconds the entire world stops and it’s as if no one but him exists. the kiss lingers on a second or two longer than you intended as jungwon’s grip on you tightens so that you don’t fall. on his face you see him smiling and those dimples that you’ve always loved appear. jungwon was never good at hiding his emotions, his love for you no different. you close your eyes as he leans down, you expect a kiss returned but instead, he kisses the top of your head. lightly flicking your forehead gently,

“that’s what you get for being short,” he says.

[i'm here]

with all his responsibilities and the things jungwon needs to take care of at such a young age, coming home to you is the one constant in his life. to him, the second he’s able to wrap his arms around you, revel in the scent of your shampoo, and gets to hold you, everything is just complete. at 1:06 am, he came home. it was late, he was exhausted and all he wanted to do was sleep. he headed into the room you two shared, only to see you still awake.

“you’re up?” he asked.

“no, i’m asleep,” you reply sarcastically. he sighs, setting into bed next to you, “someone’s tired,” you said.

“i want cuddles,” he mutters unable to hide his need for your affection. you shift and his head lays on your shoulder. you run your hand through his hair while you kiss the top of his head,

“i’m here.”

Nishimura Riki / Ni-ki

[bungeo to his ppang]

more than anything, ni-ki liked to be by your side. whether it was while he was watching something on his phone, showing you a new dance routine, or asking you to dye his hair, as long as you were just with him, he was happy. sleeping is something that ni-ki has always enjoyed, how could he not when it grants him a few moments of peace before a busy day? the two of you are in the car, he rests his head on your shoulders. unlike normal, he doesn’t fall asleep this time. he pretends to, he closes his eyes, stays still while enjoying your warmth, but he’s not actually asleep. you didn’t seem to notice, he feels you messing with his hair a bit, something he’s never minded as long as it was with you. he hears you talking about how cute he is, practically fangirling over him. he feels you kiss the top of his head lightly,

“sleep well, ni-kitty,” he hears you whisper. he doesn’t move, doesn’t show any sign that he’s affected by your sudden actions of love. but deep down, he feels a happiness around you that’s greater than how he feels when he’s on stage. when he performs he enjoys the thousands of eyes that watch him but all he thinks about are how your eyes look at him with adoration and pride. it was in this moment that he knew, you were the bungeo to his ppang.

[take a break]

after dinner, you’re sitting on the floor of the table in front of the tv, trying to get some work done. suddenly, you feel a weight on your lap. you look down to see ni-ki’s head on your lap, his eyes closed but he’s clearly still awake.

“yah, get off,” you said, slightly lifting up your leg.

“no.” you roll your eyes, deciding not to pay attention to him as you go back to sleep our work. it seems that ni-ki had other plans as he took your one of your hand and starting fiddling with it.

“ni-ki, i’m busy.”

“take a break,” he said. you look down at ni-ki… how could you refuse? you put away your things, shifting so that your full attention was now on him. he smiled up at you, fiddling with the edge of your clothes while saying the most random things that made you laugh.

↬ ᴀ/ɴ pt. 2:

if anyone’s read up to this point pls lmk how it was, i’m not really good with ot7 scenarios typa things 😭

❦ written by riri @enhykkul | blog masterlist

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jikookiekosmos · 3 years

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Use My Best Colors For Your Portrait || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, boyfriend!jungkook/reader, artist!jungkook

➥Summary: After surprising Jungkook with his own studio room for his paintings, he couldn’t be any more over the moon. All’s well and good until he’s struggling to find inspiration...which you happily provide him with. He’s ecstatic to find his muse in you, and painting your portrait brings him so much joy. Things take a turn however, when he suddenly realizes what else he wants to paint.

➥Genre: established relationship, tiny bit of angst if you squint, fluff, smut

➥Rating: 18+

��Words: ~7.9k (small drabbles don’t exist for me apparently, oops)

➥Content warnings: most of this at the beginning is just cute fluff domestic times (finally not much angst!), blonde jungkook, jk ties his hair up at some point (my weakness), jk puts paints on the reader, making out, slight hair pulling, cursing, shower sex times, jungkook has a big dick, oral (m. receiving), very slight mouth fucking, dirty talk, fingering (very brief), unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex), biting, cumming inside, cute times in the shower, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader and jk are so in love with each other it hurts, also jk saying ‘only for you’ is a thing i started and can’t stop now oops

A/N: hello! This is part of my Only for You (OFY) Drabble series, but it can be read as a stand-alone! Their relationship will make a lot more sense though if you’ve read OFY beforehand. This fic takes place roughly around six months after the events of OFY (so in between that and the dream drabble I also posted).

Once again, thank you to @dntaewithluv for her endless support and always giving me feedback, I forever appreciate you and your friendship is more than I could ever ask for 💜

I’ve written a few other drabbles and will list them below, along with a general timeline:

When I Dream of You - ~1 year after OFY

Stay With Me - a few months after the dream drabble

Also, I hope that if you read this, you enjoy it~

➥OFY Spotify Playlist (songs I listened to for inspo)

➥Series Masterlist

➥All Works Masterlist

taglist: @inlovewiththemoonn

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You would do absolutely anything in the world for Jeon Jungkook.

Seeing him happy had to be at the top of your list of favorite things in the world, as it had been for many years as his best friend, and now in the several months since the two of you started dating. Some things just never changed, you guessed.

Which is why you took it upon yourself to change one of the spare rooms in the house you two were renting into a space where he could thrive as the artist he was. Initially, the two of you thought it would be nice to use that space as a work area for you, since your job required you to sometimes do work from home. And for a little while, that’s exactly what you did.

But ever since you found out Jungkook liked to paint – scratch that, he loved to paint, and had been doing so for longer than you thought – the gears started turning in your head.

The current space he was using to create his art was definitely less than ideal. The house had a decent sized garage area, so there was enough room for him to store his supplies and be able to paint without it being too much of an issue. The downside, though, was it was cramped and even though Jungkook said he didn’t mind it, you still couldn’t help the frown from masking your features whenever you saw him huddled up so close to his easel.

For the last few weeks, and with lots of help from internet searches, you’d been slowly converting your space into something like a studio. You didn’t have to worry about Jungkook finding out, either, since he very rarely went into that room seeing as he had no reason to. He respected your privacy the same as you respected his, so this made everything infinitely easier for you in the long run.

The day had finally arrived where you would show the new space to Jungkook. Everything was set up as perfect as you could manage it – at least you hoped so – and you were dying of excitement to show him as soon as possible.

You were also, however, incredibly nervous at the same time. What if he didn’t like it? Even worse, what if he hated it?

Of course, you knew deep down that there was no way Jungkook could hate anything you ever did, unless it was something horrible, but you worried about everything because that’s just how you were. So, when the two of you were sitting at the dinner table one night, you tried hard to swallow the lump in your throat as you listened to Jungkook talk about his newest work.

“I really think you’re gonna like how this one turns out, angel.” Jungkook was offering you a sweet smile as he went to grab another bite of food from his plate. You managed to smile back, despite the hammering of your heart against your chest. He was basically handing you the perfect opening for you to segue the conversation!

“I know I’ll love it, Koo.” You watched as his small smile turned into a full grin, his nose scrunching up in that adorable way that had you falling in love with him all over again every time you saw it.

“Speaking of your paintings,” you started off, clearing your throat while he swallowed down his food. He looked at you with his undivided attention and it made your heart skip a beat.

Ok let’s be real, every damn thing this man did made your heart skip a beat.

“Yeah? What about them?” He twirled more of the noodles around his fork while he waited on your answer.

You gulped. “Wouldn’t you like it if you had more space?”

Jungkook chuckled and placed his fork down, shaking his head as he placed on hand on top of yours that was still resting by your plate. You’d barely touched your food and he noticed.

“Baby,” he started, “as much as I would love to have a bigger space, what I have now is just fine. I know you think it’s stifling my creativity in there, but I’m still creating things and am comfortable.” He squeezed you hand gently before returning to his food.

“I get that you think the garage is fine but what if I told you that- that you could have a bigger workspace.” You finally picked up your fork and were poking around at your own food now, avoiding his gaze. You could feel his stare boring into you regardless, though.

“I mean – yeah, hypothetically I could have more space, but it’s not in the cards for us right now and that’s ok, too. Maybe one day.”

The way he always was optimistic about your future together made you feel warm all over. Jungkook liked to look on the bright side of every situation, and it’s been enough to help you keep your own wits about yourself numerous times now.

But this time you wanted to show him that the future could be closer than he realized.

“Koo, can you come with me real quick? I have something I want to show you.”

You didn’t miss the confused look that flashed across his face for a second before his calm demeanor took over again.

“Of course.” He hopped up from the table, that smile you adored now plastered on his face. “Lead the way.”

“Ok but I also need you to close your eyes.” You reached out to take his hand and were rewarded with an eyebrow raise.

He hummed thoughtfully but did as you asked, closing his eyes and grasping your hand tighter so you could lead him wherever you planned to.

You walked through the house pulling him behind you, feeling your heartbeat quicken with every step to where its pace was almost concerning. Whether or not it was mostly from excitement or nervousness, you weren’t sure.

You finally reached your destination and let go of his hand so you could open the door.

“Keep your eyes closed, ok,” you asked. Jungkook simply nodded and you saw a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He had no idea what you were about to show him, but knowing you and how much he loved pretty much anything you did, he was sure it’d probably make him happy.

And he couldn’t have been more correct in his assumption.

At the quiet sound of you telling him he could open his eyes he did so, slowly at first, blinking to adjust to the light the now flooded over the both of you. It took him several seconds to register exactly what he was seeing, and when he did he couldn’t speak. All he could do was stare around the room, mouth agape.

Decorating the walls were the paintings he had given you, beautiful works of various sizes and themes. Alongside the far wall was a tall shelf that housed all his supplies (how had you managed to get them past him without him noticing?), and even some new things like paints he’d been eyeing for a while and other tools he hadn’t had a chance to get himself yet.

But in the middle of the room stood his easel and chair, set up in the similar fashion as it had been in the garage. His apron was draped across the back of the chair, and there was even tarp laid out underneath the workspace. You research had paid off because everything was set up in such a way that it created the perfect atmosphere for Jungkook’s creativity to shine through in ways it hadn’t been able to before.

You weren’t aware of this yet, however, because you were still watching Jungkook’s reaction. He still hadn’t said anything, and as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, you started to wonder if this was the right call-

Strong arms were pulling you up from the ground and spinning you around before you could process it, making you squeal with delight as Jungkook twirled you before bringing you back down to pepper kisses all over you face.

“Angel, I can’t believe this, you did all this for me?” He was still holding onto your hips tightly, beaming as he looked down at you. Your nod and giggle was all the confirmation he needed before he pulled you into another kiss, this one slightly more heated than the ones before.

“Do you like it,” you questioned when the both of you pulled away to breathe. Jungkook laughed before taking your face in his hands and brushing his nose along yours.

“Do I like it? Baby, I love it. It’s perfect! Thank you so much.” Another kiss. “I love it and I love you, I love you so fucking much.”

His happiness made your heart soar and you definitely knew that you’d do something like this an infinite amount of times if it meant he’d keep that smile on his face.

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A few weeks passed by and Jungkook had been using his new studio nearly everyday at this point. His creations had been increasing in numbers and he was starting to receive commissions from others thanks to his small online shop he’d set up with your help. He still worked at the bar as his primary job, but he was also grateful to have a hobby on the side that could potentially yield something lucrative.

Of course, Jungkook’s increase in his time spent on his art still didn’t take away from his time with you. If anything, it gave the both of you another way to spend time together, since now there was enough space for you to sit in and observe him paint when you couldn’t before. You often sat quietly and either did some of your own work or engaged in your own hobbies while he painted, and it was always peaceful.

There came a day, though, that you never thought you’d experience: Jungkook had run out of inspiration. He’d hit his first real artist’s block and it was taking a bigger toll on him than he would’ve liked.

You rubbed his shoulders as he sat in front of his easel one night, groaning in frustration about his current work. “It’s not turning out at all like I want it to. I’ve been struggling with finding new inspiration and it clearly shows in whatever this is.” He vaguely gestured to the canvas, prompting you to place a kiss on his cheek as you ran your hand through his pretty blonde hair. You knew that always helped to calm him down and this case was no exception.

Jungkook sighed heavily, turning to place a kiss on your palm that was still lingering around his face. “Sorry, I don’t mean to get worked up. It just sucks, you know? I’d been on this really good streak of creating things and now I just…can’t. It’s weird and I don’t like it.” He pouted slightly and the sight made you giggle.

“I know, baby, but you’ll figure something out. You always do.” You placed a kiss on top of his head before you walked around to sit on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and one of his hands cradled your waist to steady you.

He was humming thoughtfully as he looked you up and down, your hands now playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“What are you thinking about?”

He smiled slyly. “You.”

You rolled you eyes before returning the smile. “Ok, what about me? I’m curious.”

His hand was rubbing up and down your side. “Nothing in particular, just usually looking at you can help me with inspiration.”

His confession made you gasp. “Really?”

He nodded and smiled wider. “Really. You inspire me a lot.” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips before sighing again. “This time though it’s not really working like I’d hoped.”

You watched his eyes close and his brows furrow before an idea popped into your head. “Hey,” you reached down to tilt his chin up so he’d look at you, “It might be a long shot, but: have you ever considered painting portraits?”

He pursed his lips as he thought about it. The simple act made you want to kiss him but now wasn’t the time.

“Honestly…no. I’ve never thought about it before because I usually prefer to paint scenery.”

You searched his eyes as you asked your next question. “Well, if you want to try, maybe you could paint me? Even if it doesn’t go anywhere, maybe it can help spark a new idea or something?”

You watched as his eyes slowly lit up at your suggestion, his face morphing into a smile that you mirrored.

“That’s a great idea! It’s something new and it also includes you, so I already love it.” You chuckled in his lap as he hugged you closer, placing a small kiss on your neck. “Thank you.”

You ran your hands through his hair again before leaning back. “Anything for you. Do you want to start now?”

He thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, we can do that. Is there, uh – was there something specific you wanted to wear for it?”

You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. “Are you suggesting you want to paint a nude portrait?”

Even though Jungkook knew your body better than you did at this point, your words still managed to make him blush as he groaned. “No, I wasn’t thinking that- not that I’d mind of course just you know, whatever makes you comfortable-”

You laughed at his flustered nature before hopping off his lap. “You’re so cute. I’ll go find something to change into, it shouldn’t take long.”

“R-right,” he stuttered, still clearly somewhat affected by what you had said. You shook your head with amusement as you went to your bedroom to find something to wear. You settled for a purple dress that you knew Jungkook loved, and considering a lot of his paintings involved shades of purple and blue, you figured it would be perfect.

You knew you made the right choice when you stepped back into the room and saw Jungkook’s face when his eyes fell on you. He looked like he’d never seen someone so beautiful (he looked at you like that a lot and it always did something to you) and your lips curled upwards into a smile before you could realize it.

You stopped in the doorway and twirled, giving him a full view of the dress. “Is this ok?”

You already knew the answer, but it was always nice to hear him say it.

He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, it’s perfect. You can, uh, you can take a seat whenever you’re ready.”

While you were changing, Jungkook had pulled one of the loveseats from the living room into the space so you’d have somewhere to sit or lay while he painted you. The loveseat was a dark blue color and it contrasted beautifully against the color of your dress. You decided to lay on it in a comfortable pose, and you couldn’t help the small giggle you let out at Jungkook’s reaction to your choice.

You had laid an arm behind your head, turning your face so you were looking at him while the rest of your body was sprawled out on the loveseat. One of your legs dangled over the side, making the skirt of your dress hike up somewhat. You were very comfortable, and Jungkook was very happy with your pose.

“Make it pretty, ok,” you joked with him. He smirked at your comment.

“You know I will. I’ll use my best colors, just for you.”

“Wow, I feel special,” you quipped back. You were rewarded with the sound of his beautiful laughter as it echoed off the walls.

“You’re the most special,” he admitted honestly. You gave him a brilliant smile and he felt his heart stutter.

With the way you were looking at him, Jungkook thought that if he didn’t start painting, he may never start. So, he forced himself to tear his eyes away from you so he could find the paints he needed to get started. He tied up his hair, a few of the blonde strands escaped and framed his face but he didn’t seem to mind it too much as he got to work.

Thankfully, since you’d chosen a good position, the process was easier than you thought it would be. You just had to lie there and watch him work, which you happily did. You enjoyed watching his face scrunch up in concentration before relaxing again as he brushed stroke after stroke onto the canvas.

You were so beyond proud of him that it made your heart swell inside your chest.

Jungkook had been painting for a little over half an hour before he announced it was time to take a break. He could paint for hours on end without stopping, but that was when he didn’t have a live subject he was working with. He walked over to you with a bottle of water so you could sip from it without having to disturb your position too much.

You sat up slightly so you could drink, and while you did so, one of your dress straps started falling down your arm. Jungkook immediately went to move it back into place, but as he did, he couldn’t help but stare at the dark contrast of the purple satin against your skin. He thought it was so pretty, and his mind started wandering to how the paint itself might look-

He shook his head to rid himself of the thought. He may have been covered in paint himself, but that didn’t mean he needed to go putting paint on you.

When you were re-situated on the loveseat once more, Jungkook strolled back over to this easel. Unfortunately, since that thought of you covered in paint first took up residence inside his head, he now found it hard to focus on anything else. While he stared at you to try and resume your portrait, he just kept picturing you with painted streaks covering your skin instead.

You must have noticed he was distracted because soon you were calling over to him. “Kook? Is something wrong?”

He gulped and shook his head. “No, nothing’s wrong! You’re doing great, baby.”

“Do you need me some other way?”

Such a simple statement and yet it was stirring something inside of him. Asking him if he needed you a certain way ignited that desire to once again paint you and he found himself unable to hold back from asking anymore.

“Yeah, I uh, I wanted to try something.” You were confused when he got up and started walking toward you, only carrying his paint supplies. At first you thought maybe he just wanted to get closer, but he didn’t bring the easel with him.

“What are you wanting to try,” your voice was laced with curiosity. He gave you a shy smile.

“I was just thinking about how pretty it would be,” he looked down at the floor then back up at your face before he continued, “if I used you as a canvas instead.”

You felt your breath hitch in your throat at the request. Jungkook was asking to paint you, not paint you on a portrait, but to paint you. The suggestion intrigued you a lot more than you thought it would, which is ultimately what led to you nodding your agreement. “I think I’d like to try that, too.”

Jungkook’s face broke into such a dazzling smile that excited you to no end. You watched as he pulled his chair close to you, as well as some tarp to place around the area. When he was situated where he wanted to be, he dipped his brush into some of the purple paint on his palette and gently lifted your arm. The feeling of the paint as it brushed along your arm was foreign but not unwelcome. There was something about it that was almost calming.

You were now also recalling all the times you’d told Jungkook how pretty he looked even covered in paint. The pretty colors contrasting with his beautiful, golden skin tone never failed to take your breath away no matter how many times you saw it. You wondered briefly if this is what he was experiencing now as he took his time painting your skin.

He was focusing on your with such intensity and taking great care to only get the paint where he wanted it, so as to not stain certain parts of you or your dress. The sight of his caution made that familiar warmth bloom in your chest again.

He took his time painting beautiful designs along your arm before moving down to paint on your thighs and legs. He was alternating between purple and blue hues now, and the swirling patterns reminded you a lot of his tattoos that you adored. You had spent many nights lying next to him in bed, tracing the lines of his tattoos until you were too sleepy to keep it up. Seeing the patterns against your own skin briefly made you think about if you would ever want to get a tattoo. Before you put too much thought into it, your attention was pulled back to Jungkook who was sitting up now and admiring his work.

The time had passed by much quicker than you anticipated, and it was starting to get dark outside as the light was no longer filtering in through the windows of the room.

He seemed satisfied as he nodded and smiled. “Wait here, I’ll be right back. Stay just like this,” he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. When he returned, he had his coveted polaroid camera in his hands. Jungkook was also big into photography, and every one of his hobbies suited him perfectly in some way.

“Is it ok if I take a photo of you, baby?”

You grinned and nodded, being careful not to move too much from your current position. He snapped the photo and the polaroid was printing immediately after. When he pulled it from the camera, he laid it down on the table next to his easel so it could develop properly.

Jungkook wiped his hands off on his apron before taking it off and drawing his attention back to you. He could stare at you like this all day, but he knew it would probably be best to get you both cleaned up and paint-free.

He offered a hand for you so he could help pull you off the loveseat. When you were up fully, he wrapped his arms around you, careful to not get any of his exposed, paint-covered skin on your dress.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured softly, brushing some of your hair out of your face as his eyes scanned up and down your body to admire his creation. “And as much as I love seeing it, we should probably get this paint off soon. When it dries too much, it can be a bitch to scrub off, and I don’t want that for you.”

You chuckled at that and simply nodded your head. You’d been lying there for nearly 2 hours at this point, so you were pretty tired and ready to just relax for the night.

The two of you hopped into the shower shortly after, helping each other rid your bodies of the remnants of paint covering you both. You always loved taking showers with Jungkook, because whether or not it was a short, regular shower, or one shared after a night of intimacy, these moments were some that you cherished the most and wouldn’t change for the world.

You got lost in the feeling of Jungkook scrubbing shampoo into your hair, letting out soft noises as your eyes slipped closed.

Your noises always threatened to drive Jungkook crazy, and this time was no exception. He couldn’t deny the stirring of his cock as he listened to the little moans slipping from your mouth at such a simple action.

Of course, since he was so close to you, there was no way you didn’t feel him. His cock was hardening against your thigh, and the fact that you were turning him on by not doing much turned you on.

You could feel the wetness start to slip past your folds, but you decided to not make any moves yet, wondering how far you could take this before either of you snapped. You knew that teasing him was one of the quickest ways to get Jungkook riled up.

“Feels so good, Koo,” you shamelessly moaned out as he kept massaging the shampoo into your hair. You heard him let out a small grunt at your deliberate words, feeling him twitch against your thigh as he got harder.

You leaned your head back to give him a better view of your neck, since you knew he loved to mark you up there. His hands were starting to tangle in your hair, but he took care to not pull too hard as he brought his attention back to the task(s) at hand.

He was currently focusing on two things: 1) getting the rest of the shampoo out of your hair, and 2) not fucking you up against the shower wall. Doing the first thing was currently keeping him from acting on the second, but you certainly weren’t helping with that.

Your head lolled around on your neck, your eyes still closed as your sounds got louder. He knew you were messing with him now, so as retaliation he pulled on your hair a little tighter, making you gasp.

“You’re doing this on purpose, angel,” you could hear the dark tone of his voice over the waterfall in the shower clearly, and it just made you more aroused. You chanced opening your eyes to look at him, and the sight you were met with made you moan louder, this time without trying.

Jungkook was staring at you, mouth slightly parted as he let out pants of his own, his blonde, soaked tresses falling in his face and covering his eyes. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he tugged on your hair again, making you reach out to place your hands on his chest.

“You’re teasing me to get me worked up, hm?” All you could do was nod, his husky voice and the feeling of his hand wrapped in your hair making you wetter by the second. There was no use in playing coy any longer. You wanted him, and he wanted you.

The question now was: who would make the first move?

You realized that you wanted to be the one to make the first move, so you did.

“So, what if I am,” you asked sweetly, wrapping your hand around his length and pumping him slowly. His eyes closed and he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, fingers now digging into your waist.

“You know what happens when you do that,” Jungkook warned. You absolutely knew what happened, and you definitely wanted it to happen.

“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe you should enlighten me.” You teased him as you gently nibbled on his earlobe, increasing your pace as you continued to stroke him. You heard him let out a soft moan against your shoulder as he placed a kiss there.

With no more hesitation, you turned him slightly and sank down to your knees in front of him, delighted by how his cock jerked in your hold when you steadied it with your hand.

Jungkook stared at you wide-eyed as you started moving your hand around his shaft before placing a gentle kiss on his tip, the prettiest groan falling from his lips. “Fuck, Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?”

You peeked up at him as you fluttered your eyelashes, knowing that seeing you like this always aroused him beyond belief. You continued moving your hand in slow, languid strokes, and he was almost fully hard now.

He let his head hit the wall behind him, soft curses and praises for you tumbling from his mouth.

Seeing him like this had to be near the top of the list of your favorite sights to ever witness. And right then is when you figured it’d be the perfect time to surprise him. Without a warning you opened your mouth and took all of him in that you could reach.

Jungkook’s reaction was immediate.

“Hey wait what are y- oh my God, fuck.” His loud moan echoed off the walls of the room, causing a fresh wave of arousal to pool between your thighs. You sucked harder as you hollowed out your cheeks, ignoring the way your throat constricted around him.

“Y/N, shit, you feel so good, your mouth- fuck, angel, I don’t want to hurt you,” Jungkook was panting hard above you, eyes shut and brows furrowed, jaw slack as he unabashedly continued to moan at your actions. He was reaching behind him to try and hold something, but the smooth wall had nothing to offer him. His fingers were slipping against the tile, so he gave up and instead settled for clenching and unclenching his fists.

You pulled off him with a pop, a string of saliva left in your wake. You smiled up at him as you kept stroking him, not wanting his pleasure to disappear in the slightest.

“You won’t hurt me, Koo,” you reassured him, earning another groan from the man falling apart under your touch. He twitched in your hold, and you stuck your tongue out again to run it along the underside of his length.

Jungkook chanced looking down at you, only to look up at the ceiling a moment later while he muttered a strained “holy shit.”

“C’mon baby, don’t you want to look at me,” you taunted him as your tongue played with the head of his cock, swirling around him. The low groans coming from above you let you know that he enjoyed that a lot.

“Fuck, angel, I-” Jungkook’s sentence died as a moan ripped itself from his throat when you surged back down to take all of him in again. This time you continued moving, feeling the tears in the corners of your eyes but not stopping.

It wasn’t like you’d never sucked him off like this before, seeing as it was one of your favorite activities, after all. But it was a rare occasion where Jungkook would let you take all of him in one go for fear of hurting you. So, you took these chances whenever they presented themselves, and the reward was always, always worth it.

Tears along with the water droplets from the shower were coating your face but you didn’t care. All of your focus was on Jungkook and how he was trying so hard to restrain himself above you. You watched his fists clench and unclench and you could feel himself struggle to keep his hips from moving forward so he didn’t fuck your mouth.

Yeah, you weren’t having that. You wanted him to let go, wanted him to know that it was ok, that you wanted this. You reached out to grab one of his hands and placed it in your hair, relishing in the way his fingers immediately tangled themselves into the wet strands. You pulled your mouth off of him again, but not before letting your tongue drag slowly across every inch of him.

You looked up at him again as you pumped him leisurely, waiting until he brought his gaze down to stare at you, only for him to quickly close his eyes again.

“God, I can’t look at you, like I want to, fuck do I want to, but you look so fucking good like this, I’m not gonna last-”

You always found his stammering to be cute and you didn’t want to torture him too much longer. Deciding that you’d teased him enough, you took all of him into your mouth again, intertwining your fingers with his unoccupied hand and giving it a squeeze. The intimacy of this particular action was always enough to get both of you going, and it had Jungkook’s hips stuttering as you sucked hard.

“Fuck, baby, always take me so good like this. Always so good for me, I love you, fuck,” he was groaning as his head hit the wall behind him again, his hold in your hair tightening the same moment you felt him buck his hips like you’d been wanting all this time.

Unfortunately, for you, whenever Jungkook would fuck your mouth, no matter how much you wanted to sit there and take it without issue, his size always proved to be too big for you to handle and it had you coughing around his length in no time. Which, of course, always made Jungkook stop what he was doing before either of you had the chance to enjoy it much.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry, are you ok?” Jungkook pulled you up while you kept coughing, brushing the wet strands of hair out of your face and looking at you with worry. You nodded and tried to reassure him, wanting to get back on your knees for him, but he held you in place.

“You don’t want me to continue,” you asked, your voice a little more hoarse than usual thanks to what your throat had just endured.

Jungkook shook his head. “No, angel, it’s not that. If you do keep going, I’ll cum in no time.” He brushed some of the water away from under your eyes, not knowing if it was tears or from the shower. He bent down to place a rough kiss on your lips, such a contrast from how his hands caressed your face.

“I want to be inside of you when that happens,” he murmured against you, gently biting down on your bottom lip and pulling a whine from you, in turn causing more wetness to gush between your legs. “If you’ll let me, of course.”

You almost laughed. “Koo, you know I’ll let you do anything at this point.”

He chuckled. “That’s a dangerous admission, baby. You sure about that?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “Of course I’m sure. I’d let you do anything you want because I trust you. Because I love you,” it was your turn to kiss him this time, and it was filled with so much passion it nearly made him dizzy. Jungkook could never get tired of the feeling of your lips against his, of hearing you say that you loved him, of feeling your skin pressed against each other during times like these.

Jungkook was hooked on you and he never wanted to go back to a time where he wasn’t.

You pulled him out of his thoughts as you tugged on some of his hair, earning a delicious sounding grunt from him. You whispered your next snarky comment right by his ear.

“You gonna fuck me now, baby?”

Your bluntness had his cock quickly stirring back to life after it had softened some during your coughing incident. He growled low and dark as he started placing love bites on your collarbone.

“Sure you don’t want me to return the favor first, angel?” He was marking up your skin while he asked this, so you almost didn’t realize what he was asking specifically but then it dawned on you.

“As much I love seeing you with your head between my legs,” you responded, tugging on his hair again, “I’d rather have you fuck me up against this wall.”

He moaned against your collarbone, the action vibrating your skin. He pulled off of you and brought your lips to his in a filthy kiss. “Your wish is my command.”

Jungkook lifted you up then by placing his hands under your ass and you got the message, wrapping your legs around him as he held you up. He turned so your back was against the wall, the only things now holding you up being his strong arms and the smooth tile behind you.

He first plunged two fingers inside you without a warning, making you let out a silent scream. He smirked at the way you clenched around his fingers, scissoring them before pulling them out again. You whined at the loss and he shushed you with a gentle kiss on your nose.

“Had to make sure you’re ready, baby.” He had one arm wrapped around your waist, trapped in between your back and the shower wall. With his now free hand, he lined himself up with your entrance, moaning when the tip of his cock was sucked in by your velvety walls.

“Fuck, you already feel so good and I’m barely in yet,” he clenched his jaw as he sank further into you inch by inch. When he finally bottomed out and was filling you up in the best way possible, you clenched around him to tease him further, making him curse.

“Watch it, angel,” he growled. “You’re gonna make it very hard for me to not blow it if you keep doing that, and I want you there with me when I do.”

“Then I guess you’d better start moving,” you teased, wrapping your arms more tightly around his neck. You knew what was coming next; Jungkook would put you exactly in your place, just like you wanted. And for that you needed to hold on tight for dear life because that man could rock you like nothing ever had before.

Jungkook grabbed your hips firmly in his hold as he fucked up into you, making sure you were held against the wall and weren’t in danger of falling down as he did so. Despite this, each thrust had you sliding more up the wall until he would bring you back down again. When he found a pace that was he was sure he could resume without either of you getting hurt, he finally let go.

To say you saw stars would be an understatement. Jungkook was fucking you with so much vigor that you weren’t just seeing stars, you were sure you were seeing entire galaxies. Your sounds kept dying out on your tongue because the feeling was so overwhelming and it had your trembling around him in no time.

“Can’t make any sounds when I’m fucking you this good, angel?” Jungkook was taunting you now and quite frankly, he was right, he was fucking you so good that you were finding it hard to say anything. And the mixture of his dirty words with the sweet pet name you adored had you clenching even tighter around him, causing him to groan loudly and grip your waist tighter.

You eventually found your voice again when Jungkook hit a certain spot inside of you, pulling an embarrassingly loud whine from your throat. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, tears almost brimming in your eyes once again at how good he felt.

“Fuck, Jungkook, feels so good, oh my God-” your praises made him twitch inside you as he moved his hands now from your waist to hold you up by cupping your ass, squeezing tightly in time with his thrusts. He was bouncing you up and down on his cock now with his strength alone, and the thought of it made your orgasm start to approach at an alarmingly fast rate.

“I love feeling you so close like this, I love you, so fucking much, shit-” Jungkook cut himself off as threw his head back to get his hair out of his face, careful not to let his balance falter or his grip slip on you. He had to do it though because his hair was keeping him from seeing your face now that you were leaning your head back against the wall, and he couldn’t have that.

“I love you, Jungkook, I’m close, fuck,” you were breathing hard as you couldn’t control your moans any longer, eyes squeezed shut and tears falling from just how much pleasure you were receiving and also how much you loved this man. Jungkook was the man you’d loved for so many years before you were finally able to call him yours. He always took care of you in every aspect of life, and you reciprocated it as best you could. And it was because of this kind of love you two had for each other that made these intimate times all the more meaningful. You were sitting here, back up against a shower wall in the arms of the man you loved while he rearranged your guts, and it was such an emotional experience alongside being a pleasurable one that the tears actually made sense.

Jungkook bit down on your shoulder and pulled you out of your reverie, making you cry out as he muffled his own sounds against your skin. You could tell by his thrusts that he was getting close now, his grunts happening more frequently and louder, echoing off the tiled shower walls. The water had already started to get cold but neither of you cared. Nothing outside of the two of you existed in this moment, and that was exactly how you liked it.

“Touch yourself for me, baby, I’m close, want you to be there with me,” Jungkook breathed out, his grip on your ass harsher now and you were sure there’d be marks tomorrow. You loved it when he marked you up, and even though he always felt slightly bad about it, you knew Jungkook loved seeing the marks, too.

You obeyed his command and reached down to rub your clit, nearly shrieking at the new wave of pleasure that washed over you. The sensations on your clit, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you, the way he was holding you, and all the things he was saying to you was enough to finally push you over the edge.

“Jungkook, I’m cumming, fuck-” you barely had time to utter out your warning before you were cumming hard around his length, your body spasming as he held you through it.

He sped up then, chasing his own high now, the feeling of your walls clenching around him making his eyes roll back. “Fuck, I can feel you, always so perfect for me, I’m close-”

His eyes were closed now so he didn’t see you reach for him. You pulled him closer so you could kiss him, hoping to help him along this way, swallowing down every beautiful sound he was making. “C’mon Koo, cum for me, wanna feel you fill me up.”

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned out, loud and long as that was the last thing he needed to get him there. His hips stuttered a few more times before you felt him twitch and fill you up, just like you wanted. Because gravity was working against you due to your current position, you could feel some of it dripping out of you despite Jungkook still being inside of you. The feeling made you scrunch up your nose, and the action made Jungkook laugh and mumble out ‘cute’ as he placed a kiss on the tip of your nose.

He pulled out of you carefully before moving you away from the wall so he could set you down on your feet. Your legs were a little wobbly, so he let you brace yourself against him as he helped you clean up.

The water was nearing a very uncomfortable cold temperature, but the both of you would rather endure that than leave the shower without cleaning off completely. After the workout you both had, there was nothing more you wanted than to curl up with each other in the bed.

After helping each other get clean again, and stealing quite a few kisses while doing so, Jungkook helped you out of the shower since you still didn’t trust your legs and dried you off before taking care of himself. Your heart swelled at the sight of him as it always did when he would take care of you like this.

You just hoped that you were taking care of him in all the ways he needed as well. You were certainly trying your best and would continue to do so for the rest of your life.

Once you were both snuggled into bed, him with an arm under you and you with your face nuzzling against his chest, you broke the silence first.

“If that’s what happens when I let you put paint on me, we should do that more often.”

Jungkook, who was tracing invisible patterns on your back in between your shoulder blades, laughed so hard you shook along with him. When he finally calmed down, he was able to answer you. “I totally agree. Although, I don’t think that happened because I painted you. It happened because you-” he booped you on the nose “-teased me, knowing full well what happens when you do.”

You shrugged as best you could with his arms around you. “You love it, though.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Indeed I do.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head and resumed his earlier soothing tracing of patterns on your skin. You rested your cheek against his chest and could hear his heartbeat, slow and steady. The combined actions of his hands and the steady thrum of his heartbeat was enough to have slumber calling your name in a matter of minutes.

Jungkook had something more to say, however.

“Hey,” he called gently, making you look up at him with groggy eyes. He smiled at the sight. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For helping me. For being my muse. I’ve got more ideas now about what else to create, and I don’t think I could’ve gotten there without your help.”

You smiled at him before you placed your head down again and shut your eyes once more, breathing deeply. “You would’ve eventually. That’s just how you are. Maybe I sped up the process, but you would’ve done fine.”

“Perhaps,” he sighed and looked at the ceiling. His glance travelled down to look at your nearly sleeping form, laying on him calm and unbothered. Moments like these topped his list of favorite things, and he wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.

“Goodnight, angel,” he murmured softly, not sure if you were asleep or not yet. You muttered something unintelligible back, but he knew you were telling him goodnight all the same, and it brought a smile to his face.

Jungkook wanted to tackle life with you, the good, the bad, all of it; he wanted to do it with you by his side. He wanted to make sure every day of your life from here on out was filled with happiness and love and everything you deserved in the world, just as you wanted to do the same for him. He knew you’d do anything for him, and he’d do anything for you.

Only for you.

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Regret part 10

Moonlit conversation

Genshin Impact Adeptus! reader

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word count:~1.3k

notes: happy mid autumn festival! This chapter is purely about Childe and Tsarista.

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The Tsarista is hard to understand.

“Your highness?” the gingered male peeked into the dimly lit room carefully, making sure he's not disturbing his archon.

Deep blue eyes searched the room until they landed on a lonely figure by the window sill, silently gazing at the Snezhnaya waters.

The Tsarista looks back a bit, gesturing to him to come closer.

Childe obliges. He came to find her to have a talk, even if he has yet to figure out what to say. The Tsarista has been rather fickle lately, it seemed like she was making rash decisions.

Even though he knows the Tsarista always have everything planned out. The reasons behind her actions were surely ones a mortal like him couldn’t understand.

The Tsarista is hard to understand.

Not even her closest subordinates - harbingers, could see through her. All her thoughts are masked with the iconic smile, one not sinister nor genuine.

It’s just one without any emotions, an eerie and intimidating smile.

To say the least, the Tsarista is someone incredibly… calculating. Each step she takes, each word she utters, are all through careful consideration.

Fickle and unpredictable. No one could guess her next movement. She slips away like ice.

Which is why, small talk coming from her is completely uncalled for.

“The pier was lively today.” Her quiet and breathless voice caught Childe off guard, shoulders flinching at the unexpected voice.

Has the sun risen from the west? Has the snow melted in Snezhnaya?

Childe carefully observed the divine being, perturbed by her unusual behaviour.

Silky hair pale as snow, cold as ice. A sharp and glacy gaze that sends even the most arrogant humans shivering. Contrasting to her bitter cold appearance, a burning desire could be felt within her glacy pupils. A being said to be so ethereal that just one glance would captivate all men and women across Teyvat-

Except something was a bit different from usual. Childe rubbed his eyes to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

Is she…frowing? Could it even be considered a frown?

Very slightly, almost goes unnoticeable, was her furrowed brows and tired eyes that observed the pier.

Her usual smile remains, but less… stoic?

Not one necessarily of affection nor gentle, but rather… relieved?

The Tsarista mostly appear to be disinterested in a lot of things, usually displaying an indifferent attitude.

Yet somehow she feels expressive today.

As if her cold facade had faded just for a bit, walls thinned down just a little.

He feels it’d be okay to ask her.

“Your highness…” cautiously, while being wary of any change in her expression, “why did you...?”

Why did she do that to you? What was her intention in exiling you after draining every last bit of your power? Remains unsaid.

She glances at her harbinger once, before refocusing on the sea, watching the wobbly reflection of the moon in the gentle tides.

“There was no need to keep up the pointless charade, is there?” the words themselves are cold and harsh, but something lies beyond.

“It’s been far too long. That child has been by my side for so many years. ” Childe patiently waits for the Tsarista to continue. It seems that she is in the mood for talking today, willing to share more.

“My initial plan to utilise adeptus power has been met, there is simply no need to keep that child around any longer.” The soft moonlight basking her figure made her even paler.

The queen of Snezhnaya is hard to understand.

Her words were so subtle and ambiguous, hard to fully uncover the hidden meanings.

Childe may not be the brightest, but for some reason he thought he might just have a faint idea on what she’s conveying.

Archons make the mistakes too. He recalled what Zhongli once told him, when he was still naive enough to not realise his true identity.

Archons, deities with absolute authority. But the geo archon had him realising even divine beings feel remorse for their own actions.

But guilt doesn’t seem to be the right word to describe what the current Tsarista is feeling.

It’s something else, hiding deep behind those walls.

“Did you know? There’s a tradition in Liyue for families to reunite under the full moon, no matter how far they parted.” she gazes at the luminous full moon.

Snezhnaya’s queen does not have any love left for her people - a saying he had heard from somewhere long ago, describing the one and only ruler of his home.

Being an archon does not mean they’re perfect, nor can they protect all their loved ones. In Zhongli’s case, he learnt, would be giving up his beloved adeptus for the sake of his people, and losing close friends in the ancient war.

Then how about the Tsarista? She must have lost something precious too.

But that is not for him to butt into.

“I’m sure the weather would be nicer there, without the neverending snowstorms and hail.”

Does the Tsarista truly have no love left for her people?

“As a previous envoy to Liyue, I guarantee that it’s warm and cosy.” a cheeky grin started to form on his face, getting wider and wider.

But perhaps he already knows the answer.

The Tsarista lets out a soft hum at his response, somewhat sounding relieved.

“Your highness, did you know? Morax frequently forgets to bring mora…”

“And he bought a vase for 1 million mora, and I had to pay!”

“Then La Signora knocked Scaramouche’s hat off! He was so pissed!”

“And that moose-deer being talked! I had no idea it was an adeptus!”

Light chuckles and giggles filled the quiet atmosphere along with Childe’s innocent and non-stop rambling.

Just for today, it’s okay for her to drop her facade.

Maybe, the Tsarista is not as unfathomable.

An archon may not be so different from human mortals, after all.

“I’m sure that Zhongli and them are having a great time.” his grin so wide and bright, “that child, well, a child older than me, is finally back home after all.”

“Happy full moon day, your highness.”

“I believe the correct saying is ‘happy mid-autumn festival’, Tartaglia.”

Childe awkwardly rubbed his head and broke out into a loud laughter.

“Could you help me deliver something when you visit Liyue again?” She reaches into her pocket, pulling out a tarnished necklace.

One that is cracked, but pieces of it has been carefully assembled and glued together.

One that resembles the shape of a flower he hadn’t seen in Snezhnaya.

One that seems to be of very old age, considering the oxidized parts. It couldn’t be worth much. Who is the Tsarista giving this to?

“It’s something that child left behind.” Ah. A sudden realisation hits him. So it was not the Tsarista’s own belongings.

“What was done was inevitable for the final destination, I don’t regret it. Yet… that child has been with me for quite some time.”

“That child had quite a hard time. This… is something they held dearly before.” She points at the necklace, running her fingers over the flower. “I wasn’t sure how to give it back.”

So that was why the Tsarista held onto something that seemed so… worn out.

Even though Childe still disapproves of her actions towards you which caused you to suffer, he feels as if he gained a deeper understanding of his archon.

She is meant to be someone brutal who would commit atrocities just to achieve her goal, even if she believes it will lead to peace.

Perhaps that’s why she always kept a certain distance from you. The Tsarista has done terrible things, so, so many heartless and ruthless deeds.

Or maybe, the archons are just not good at communication. Childe huffs at his own thoughts, recalling both Zhongli’s and Tsarista’s expressions when talking about you.

Archons are just as imperfect as mortals are.

The archons sure are hard to understand.

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