#i somehow managed to finish this an hour before their birthday here
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cw/tw. gif(s), child neglect, depiction of starvation & frostbite, suicidal thoughts
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𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈𝐈
Candour of Light and Shadows
Quest Started
I still think
Some people were born a shadow.
"ーHappy birthday, sweetheart!"
"Thanks, mama!"
"May Lady Tsaritsa bless my little snowflake so he grows up big and healthy... And may She protect you from all dangers and surround you with love and happiness!"
"..... Mama, what about-"
"Hold on, darling."
Every year, instead of burning candles, I burn the memories of you.
Every year, instead of huddling in front of a warm fireplace, I relive the memories of the icy grave you call home.
Every year....
I wonder.
Why didn't you just di̴̖̊ë̷̻͙́̒̿̆ that day?
Why did the gods pity you when your own blood couldn't care less?
Why you? Why me? Why us?
I dare not defy the fate bestowed upon me. This is the role we were bestowed with. The second option. The second best. The supporting role.
The shadow.
....
But maybe....
........
Just... maybe.
.............
Maybe all this time, I've been tricking myself, thinking I was undeserving. Of the spotlight. Of the warm fireplace. Of..... a home.
“....”
“Wha....?”
“Happy birthday, Cov!!”
“My my, did we catch you off-guard so much you were about to unsheathe your sword?”
“Ah... I'm..... sorry.......”
“It's fine, it's fine. More importantly, do you like chocolate cakes? I had no idea what kind of cake you'd like but since you love hot chocolate and cookies, I thought you'd like themー”
“......”
“Cov?”
“...........”
“Thank you.”
Maybe one day, I'll be able to feel truly worthy of this.
......
I guess…. Just for today, I can be the light.
𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈𝐈 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞
Candour of Light and Shadows
Quest Completed
[ To be continued(?) ]
#rin's adopted children: coviello#rin's queue is serving tea#happy birthday my child my baby my traumatized pookie with trust issues#i somehow managed to finish this an hour before their birthday here#and i already said it on their last story quest but#it still baffles me that they're well liked. i love them (/p) dearly and i'm glad people find them interesting enough-#-to care about. idk. it just. i don't think i'll ever not feel awed about this#thank you always for the love and support to this character#more of them coming soon. maybe. mayhaps even more than them. maybe they'll get a brother and a sister soon#ps. i am swamped with stuff and has no energy right now. please know i'm not ignoring asks and messages but i'm just directing-#-the little energy i have to more important/urgent things. i'll be fine. will be back soon. hopefully.
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what happens with the kids? l Max Verstappen x reader
a/n: *sigh* I'm so done with this season bc I just know we'll be getting the same podium every other career and my tifosi dreams are just crumbling... also can we please just talk about that driver introduction like?????
anyway, this is based on this request I got the other day! thank you for requesting and sorry it takes me so long write the requests, but uni is kicking my ass <3
genre: angst oop
pairing: Max Verstappen x female reader. Lando Norris x reader but not serious.
warnings: divorce, kids, not proofread.
summary: Max really didn't have to find a girlfriend that soon after the divorce, and the fact that his girlfriend had a daughter of her own, didn't really help your case.
It's safe to say you never really saw it coming. or maybe you did, but tried to ignore it as Mila and Luca had just celebrated their third birthday, with the second half of the season looming over your household, Max said the the words you never thought you'd hear.
I think we need some time apart to figure out some stuff.
At first you didn't really process it. Why would you possible need time apart? The twins were so young, you needed all the help you could get and things were good.
That's what you thought.
He said it was hard to continue your marriage if you couldn't keep him company or support him the way you used to, before having kids. Maybe he was oblivious to the disbelief showing on your features, trying to comprehend if he really needed to be reminded of your two young children, who had strict hours. You didn't feel the need to remind him that just three weeks ago Mila had to go to the emergency room for an allergic reaction, and a week before that, Luca was questioning you about why his dad wasn't around as much.
Max rubbed his left hand on the nape of his neck, obviously trying to ignore this part of the conversation, seeing as you eyes became teary and your eyes tried to find his blue ones, but he avoided them at all costs.
Then, it was time to bring the kids to a race, Austria to be specific. It was strange to walk without him on the so familiar space, holding Luca and Mila's hands, making your way to the Red Bull hospitality where Max was supposedly waiting for his family.
During the walk, you were greeted by most people from every team; engineers fist bumping the twins, Lando and Max Fewtrell giving you a side hug before trying to talk with Luca and Mila. Yet, when you reached your finishing point, Christian Horner's eyes opened widely, like his mind was trying to process something.
The Red Bull team principal was clearly distressed as he walked towards the three of you, greeting you as usual, but offering to take the twins for a quick tour, telling you there was a new snack bar the engineers had created and they should get to know it.
It didn't take long to realize the brit knew something you didn't.
A feeling you couldn't explain sank on your stomach. Your cheeks were already flushed, palms turned sweaty and suddenly your subconscious was trying to convince yourself that it couldn't be that bad, whatever it was. The world shook and your vision slowed down when you noticed a gorgeous black-haired woman, leaning against your husband as he laughed at something she said.
Your trembling legs managed to silently take a step back, trying to hold back the tears as you left the room, watching as Christian was still entertaining the twins, following you as the kids noticed you.
"Christian, can you please call Max to tell him we're here?" Somehow, with some divine strength, you were able to get the words out, ignoring Christian's glare as if he was trying to ask if you were okay.
In a matter of seconds, Max had joined you, receiving Mila and Luca with open arms. He wasn't aware of the fact that you already knew the reason he wanted a time off wasn't because he didn't get to see you, or that you couldn't make the effort to travel with the kids.
No.
Just as Christian had suggested, the kids went with him as Max directed your way to a secluded space. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it sure wasn't "I want a divorce"
He blinked. Once. Twice. "What do you mean you want a divorce?"
A snicker left your lips, was he trying to play dumb? You knew Max Verstappen as the palm of your hand. You knew him better than yourself.
You didn't need to see him kissing the black-haired woman, or holding hands, or even touching her.
Max's eyes, your husband's eyes, expressed everything you needed to know.
It wasn't important that he berated you for dropping this news right before Red Bull's home race, that his eyes tried to find yours but were unable to, as your crossed your arms as if that would protect you from the heartbreak and sudden change of plans; from a happy couple, a merry marriage and joyous family, to a life of weekends separated, of preparing their bags on Friday night, of being civil for the sake of the twins during their birthday...
And because you knew him so well, the relief that flashed through his blue eyes didn't pass unnoticed by you, because it wasn't him who said the words. He was guilty, but he didn't take the shot.
Your girlfriends always joked about his friends always were the first ones to reach out after a break up, making you laugh until text messages and Instagram DMs started rolling in: Red Bull engineers and mechanics, Lando Norris, Martin Garrix, among others.
Hey! I heard about you and Max, just wondering if you are okay and want to meet up some time?
It didn't take long to accept one of their offers, having messy nights with a British driver and multiple people from the paddock, but it was never meant to be more. and it absolutely wasn't, but it was early Sunday when the concierge called to inform the arrival of Max and the twins. Of course you didn't hear, Lando's body pressed against you as his soft snores invaded the bed you once shared with Max.
and obviously, Max being as restless as always, decided to just take the direct elevator to the penthouse overlooking Monte-Carlo. That's what made Lando open his eyes, very widely, as you hastily walked him towards the walk-in closet so that he could get dressed and not be seen or heard by Max.
Not that it mattered, but you were capable of putting family peace in front o making your ex-husband jealous.
"Hello my sweets!" Mila and Luca made their way into your arms, not caring about their backpacks making things a bit uncomfortable. "Did you have a good weekend?"
Luca started blabbering about papa's new place, the dishes Max's girlfriend cooked for them, and the incredible time they both had with Sara, the daughter of Max's girlfriend. There obviously was a bond between the three children, both arguing about how Sara liked them more than the other.
Max hadn't had the time to greet you or ask about your weekend, his gaze fixing on an orange hat.
"Since when do you own McLaren merch?" Max questioned you, pointing the foreign object, the logo being unusual on the household.
Ignoring how your heart skipped a beat, feigning ignorance your body turned to where Max's finger was pointing. "Oh, I don't know? I think someone gave it to me at one of the races. Long time ago, though."
That's when both Max and you noticed the twins were gone, probably on their bedroom unpacking or searching the kitchen.
Max took a couple of breaths, his eyebrows scrunched and eyes trying to find yours, not even attempting to hide his feelings. "Are you hooking up with someone from McLaren, (Y/N)?"
Your eyes widened, then took a step back trying to see if you heard him right. "Why would you even ask me that?"
Max shrugged; "I have a right to know, in case they end up sharing time with M and Luca. I can't control how everything works during the week so I'd like to be kept in the loop."
This time it struck like lightning, the fury and anger and disillusion your heart was carrying. "You have no right, Max. Absolutely no fucking right to be kept in the loop about what goes on in my life,"
Max didn't flinch at your tone, "I didn't say about your life, I'm aware that we are divorced, I'm talking about Mila and Luca,”
"I always think of them, they're the first thing on my mind when I wake up, and the last thing when I go to sleep. They're always on my mind and never leave, and I would never do anything to hurt them or even cause them the tiniest bit of disappointment. You have no right to come here and tell me you want to know about what goes on in here, because you are the one who chose to leave us in the first place," You vented, with Max's blue eyes fixed on you he was trying to keep his composure, but you knew he was uncomfortable.
"We are not having this conversation now, (Y/N). It's over, now it's just about the kids," Max added with a slight roll of his eyes.
"When are we having this conversation, then? When are you going to tell me that you wanted to separate because there was someone else already? that I wasn't enough for you? not even our kids were enough to make you doubt your decision to leave me, and it feels terrible and I don't know if I'm ever going to be able to feel the same because I'm shattered, Max." The words felt like someone was ripping your heart out of your chest, leaving you vulnerable as the thoughts became real, they were out there, but then it was followed by a bittersweet relief of not holding back anymore.
He noticed the tears and hiccups as you tried to make the point. His eyelids trembled as his hands meant to reach out to yours, pull your body to his, squeeze your waist and kiss your hair while assuring everything was going to be just fine.
That was the moment he realized that wasn't his place anymore, probably would never be again. Max didn't even think about that while signing the divorce papers, he didn't bother to show up to anything, sending a lawyer to do whatever was needed, and now it was hitting him like a ton of bricks.
His realization was cut short as the kids came running, Luca placing the McLaren hat on his head, ignoring Mila's voice telling him it wasn't daddy's team.
"I think this is when you leave, Max,"
You managed to keep your voice from quavering and erasing every trace of a tear, telling the kids to say goodbye to Max.
Yeah, this wasn't what Max had in mind for his Sunday morning.
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Hey I'm George. I am a 26 civil engineer working in a big company but it si not what i expected. It is so boring and I am only doing it since it ws what is expected of me. I wish you could transform me into a hot stripper or porn star cause that's has always been my secret dream. I don't wanna be transformed into an object.
Transformation Letters - The gay club
Even writing the letter to the unknown company has been an act of rebellion. All your life, you have been doing what was expected of you. You finished school with good grades and enrolled in an engineering degree program.
The first years were alright. It was still interesting, and you enjoyed the classes, but slowly you had to come to the realization that perhaps, engineering wasn't quite for you. The work was getting more and more monotonous, and the tasks were less and less creative. Regardless, you graduated with an acceptable degree and got a job in the field as a civil engineer.
Now, almost three years later, you are sitting in a small office cubicle, doing the same stuff that you did in the last few years.
"I hate it here.", you think and look at the blueprints on the wall. They are supposed to be "motivating", showing what your company builds. To you, however, they are nothing more than a reminder that the work is dull and unfulfilling.
As you get up and grab the coffee from the machine, you realize just how much of a rut your life has fallen into. Looking at the calendar on the wall, you recognize another thing: It's your birthday today. Yay. 26 wasted years, at least in your opinion. You don't have many friends or family, but for once, you decide to celebrate a bit on your own. You are going to visit a club tonight.
Some hours later, you find yourself in a gay nightclub. You are not out or anything, but your sexuality has been a matter of fact to you for some years now, so visiting a gay bar is on your bucket list anyway. The thumbing music surrounds you, making it near impossible to talk to anyone and even though it feels kind of exciting to be in such a location, you can't help but feeling kind of lonely and displaced here. Seeing all those hot guys dancing makes it terribly obvious for you that you are way too uptight to ever move your body to the music like that.
But... Perhaps you should just... try?
The thought is entirely alien to you, but... strangely appealing. So, you just try to dance to the music.
At first, it feels very awkward and a bit uncomfortable, but after a few moments, you relax. And, to your big surprise, you actually manage to move your body along with the beat. As your self-confidence grows, so does the speed and forcefulness of your movements. Before you know it, you have attracted the attention of a group of three men. Normally, being the center of attention would be something you despise, but right now it feels liberating and right. So right, in fact, that you do something crazy! The stage is empty right now, and, following these strange new impulses, you climb onto the stage and begin to dance to the music. You are still wearing your work attire and it is quickly becoming way too warm as you move your body. So, without thinking, you slowly begin to unbutton your shirt.
To your amazement, the crowd begins to cheer and applaud. It is like a wave of acceptance and approval washes over you, and the more buttons you undo, the more enthusiastic the cheering becomes. It is somehow getting easier and easier to follow the beat. Both your sense of rhythm as well as your physical fitness seem to increase and moving to the music quickly becomes a second nature for you. When you have finally unbuttoned your shirt, you slide out of it and spin it around your hand a few times before throwing it into the crowd. A bunch of hands shoot up, and the shirt quickly disappears. You keep moving to the music, now only wearing a white undershirt, which sticks to your skin and reveals your well-toned body. You have been working out once in a while, trying to keep yourself fit with mediocre success, but even you are a bit surprised how well your body looks right now. Your muscles are defined and bulging and when you pull the undershirt off as well, the cheers rise to an almost deafening level.
It feels like a wave of energy rushes through your body. You can barely think straight and the only thing you can focus on is the music and the movement. You have already gotten used to being the center of attention, but now, even more people join the crowd around you. They are staring at your body, and you can clearly make out their lust and admiration, making you smile. The next thing to go, is, of course, your pants, which you slowly peel off and, as with the shirt, throw them into the crowd, where they disappear as well.
Your movements are becoming faster and faster, and soon, you have almost completely shed your clothes, revealing your athletic and lean body, now shining with sweat. Your ample bulge is thinly veiled by your pair of bright blue briefs that do their best to set your assets, both your dick and your ass, into scene...
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Hey, I’m Elias, a 22yo bartender with a French and Linguistics degree at University, though sometimes I wish I could trade smarts for sports and strength. I don’t think I’m unattractive, I never have much problem getting attention from guys at the club, but I feel like guys just look at me like I’m another pale twink with brown hair and hazel eyes. I don’t want to be an object, I like being a man: I just want to be more manly. Muscles and beard, I want to look powerful and have other guys be jealous of me.
It's a usual Friday evening for you, and you are tending bar in the towns gay club as usual. It's not too bad - your twinkish body usually gets you some tips, and today is no different. There are times, however, that you wish you were just a bit more... manly. Of course, everyone always wants to be what they are not. But seeing those sexy guys every day, made of beef and manliness makes you almost hate your thin and slender form. That is, after all, what made you write that letter some weeks ago, even though you already forgot about it by now.
All of a sudden, one of the club's visitors climbs onto the stage. Even though it's empty right now, people aren't supposed to go up there, for insurance reasons. Apparently, nobody else has noticed, so you decide to handle the situation yourself. You tell your colleague on the bar that you will be right back and then make your way to the stage.
The guy who has climbed up there seems to be some kind of office worker and is apparently completely focused on dancing. You just want to tell him to come down from the stage when he begins to unbutton his shirt in the rhythm of the music. Having forgotten what you meant to do for a moment, you stare, mesmerized at the guy on stage slowly getting out of his shirt. He looks quite attractive and moves his body like a pro. The crowd notices the show, and slowly, the whole scene becomes the focus of attention. The office guy has now spun his shirt around and thrown it into the crowd, which has now grown considerably. You have to admit, the whole show and the guy look kind of sexy. Not your usual type, he has more of a lean and athletic body that is revealed more and more with every move he takes. Still, he is good.
Next to you, directly in front of the stage, one of the red faux leather chairs has just become free, as the guy who sat in it went to get some drinks. The crowd is moving constantly and, without really thinking, you take a seat there. The office worker is still dancing, his sweaty body almost glowing, and his bulge looks impressively large, even in the low lighting of the club. You can feel yourself getting hard, and through your suit pants, you feel yourself up discreetly.
Actually.
Fuck discreetly. You rub your crotch through your pants while your eyes are still glued to the stripper on stage. Your mind is slowly going blank. You don't notice how the other bar patrons slowly stop moving to the music and gather around the stage instead, watching the office guy perform. You are completely entranced, unable to think, just staring at the spectacle in front of you, while your cock strains against the fabric of your pants.
Actually, your cock is not the only thing straining against your clothes. It is as if all your body is expanding, in every direction, all at once: Your shoulders, your arms, and your legs widen and grow thicker, while your ass and muscles swell. At the same time, the first hints of stubble and beard hairs break through your skin.
Your suit feels constricting, and you consider getting up to go to the bathroom to get out of them. But...
Actually.
Fuck modesty. With more raw strength than elegance, you remove your clothing while you still can. Your body continues to grow stronger and stronger and when your chest is bared, your nipples have hardened to the point where they seem like small pebbles.
It feels so fucking good to just get out of the clothes that are becoming more and more uncomfortable with every passing second. You watch with a superior smile as hair also grows on your chest and abs, as well as on your legs and arms, making your whole torso look furry.
When your pants are gone, your underwear is the only piece of clothing left on you.
And fuck, that's getting really tight!
But, as you watch, it is morphing into a different material. What was once a pair of cotton boxer briefs quickly becomes a pair of black shiny leather underwear, pronouncing the growing bulge of your hard cock. The bulge is, of course, not only growing because you're rock-hard: Also, inside the alien pair of leather underwear, your member is growing bigger and bigger with each throb, slowly becoming a true monster cock.
Other parts of you don't seem to be stopping growing larger as well: Your biceps are more than impressive right now, your forearms look like you can crush a watermelon with them and your thighs are as thick as tree trunks.
As the music keeps playing, the hair on your body grows denser and longer. You now have a manly full beard, and, as you cross your strong arms behind your head, a thick bush of hair emerges from each of your armpits, flooding the direct vicinity with your manly stench.
You grin as you look up to the stripper, who is just about to shed his pair of blue underwear and lick your lips. After the show, you're gonna take him home and breed him!
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→ PAIRING: Chan (Dino) x Afab!Reader x Seungkwan.
→ GENRE: Friends to Lovers, kinda comedy, tiny bit of fluff, adult content: smut MDNI.
→ SYNOPSIS: One night of careless drinking with your 13 closest friends leads to Chan and Seungkwan finally finding out you have a crush on them. How lucky you are that the feelings are mutual and that they want to show you just how much they worship you.
→ WARNINGS: alcohol use, cursing, mutual masturbation (m/m), dirty talk, loads of kissing (m/f/m), blowjobs, mouth, throat and cheek fucking, cum eating, softdom!chan, oral (f receiving), use of petnames: baby, princess, slut, protected sex, double penetration (vaginal & anal), multiple orgasms, really this is filthy lmao
→ WORDCOUNT: 10.7k
A/N: hello!! what started as a boochan brainrot ended in a boochan brainrot for @bitchlessdino's birthday!! so, here it is your 10k long monster of a present because this girl cannot stfu. i love you and i hope you have the best birthday ever! for everyone else, you are obviously also allowed to enjoy this filthy peace of work! i would appreciate a reblog & comment as that makes my day <;3
Perhaps your ability to fake it was slowly becoming a problem. Fine, being an acting major and all, having even starred in a few theater productions it wasn’t exactly a surprise you were a good actor, but this extent even shocked you.You were at a restaurant with your friends, all of them drinking and having fun and while you at least acted like you had the same amount of fun, you knew well enough you weren’t. It wasn’t like your friends weren’t any fun, no, they were, but two of them in particular had you literally sweating bricks since the moment they had sat down.
In your time at SVT university, you had made a total of 13 friends. All of them boys, all of them already connected from before. The first one you had met was Mingyu, a tall, handsome fella who had adopted you on orientation night when you had struggled to finish all of the shots you and the other freshmen were supposed to drink. Back then you had been a lightweight but being friends with 13 maniacs (even though a couple of them didn’t drink alcohol) had shaped you into a whole new being. So, Mingyu had taken it upon himself to introduce you to his friends and soon enough you found yourself to be all of their little sister.
And for a while that was fine, you didn’t particularly care about them being good-looking or campus crushes, no, to you they were just the guys that had taken you in when you had no one on your side. Moving to the city on your own with no friends or family wasn’t easy, and these 13 idiots had somehow managed to make you feel right at home. They still made you feel at home when only half of you were still in Uni and the rest had graduated, gotten jobs, bought apartments. But as mentioned before it was only fine for a while. Because the more time you spent with them, all of you together or in smaller groups or individually, the more you noticed that two of them made it harder for you to just want to remain friends.
The restaurant wasn’t full, considering it was a Tuesday evening, but since your group was big enough, you were sure the owners would still consider this a successful evening, nonetheless. Right now, you were seated between Mingyu and Jihoon, the table in front of you filled with countless different types of food, your stomach full and your mind a little blurry from the soju you had already drank. You had started playing drinking games about an hour ago, going from wild to mild. At this point, you all had your fingers raised for a (not so) sweet round of “Never have I ever”.
“Okay, uhm, never have I ever…slept with two people in the same night!” Jun seemed extremely happy about his idea. Raising your brows, you watched how basically all of the 95ers, Soonyoung, Minghao and, surprisingly, Hansol, folded a finger.
“Hansolie?” You asked, a grin spreading on your face, and he shrugged as he looked over to you.
“Honestly, I don’t remember much about it, just that at 1am I met this girl, and we hooked up, I went to another club with her and ended up bringing another one home.”
“Ah, yes, I remember that,” Seokmin nodded, pointing at him with his index finger, “the first girl was pissed, but Chan took good care of her, didn’t you, Channie?”
Everyone laughed now, Chan’s cheeks bright red. Well, everyone but you. You just sat there, looking at Chan who was next to Seungkwan, who was also laughing. Suddenly you felt the need to be the first one to fold all fingers and drink your whole glass in one go.
It really wasn’t easy, you had figured out, having feelings for not just one, but two of your closest friends. To this day you hadn’t told a soul about it, and up to this point no one had noticed any changes in your behavior. That’s where the acting major came in handy. Clearing your throat, you put on a grimace.
“Yah, don’t talk about the girl like that, Seokmin oppa,” you scolded him and he put his hands together, bowing his head repeatedly as he continued to say “sorry, ma’am”. You scoffed and shook your head looking over at Jeonghan, who was next to Jun and had to say the next never have I ever.
“Never have I ever sucked a dick,” he said, smiling innocently. You took a deep breath and folded a finger. Hansol, Josh and Minghao followed.
“Look at that, our girl is finally having more than one finger down,” of course Jeonghan had targeted you, knowing he was going to take some of his boy-friends with him, but at least only those with at least seven fingers still up.
“Is that what we’re gonna do now?” You asked, shaking your hair so it would fall backwards from your shoulder and over your back.
“I just think we ask too many straight-male pointed questions. We should be more inclusive in this group!” Jeonghan smiled even wider, and you clicked your tongue, deciding not to answer him.
“Gonna be honest, I don’t even want to imagine Y/N sucking anyone off, like that’s our baby!” Mingyu said, arm now hanging over your chair. For fuck’s sake. You sighed, looking over at him.
“I’m not even a full year younger than Chan, you doofus.”
“At least call him doofus oppa, Y/N,” Cheol grinned, while Mingyu looked incredibly offended. You laughed and nudged Mingyu with your elbow before looking back at Jeonghan, who had a knowing grin on his face, a knowing grin that had you confused. Why did he grin like that?
“Me next!” Soonyoung stretched one arm into the air, his face red from the alcohol. You shook your head slightly, deciding to ignore Jeonghan and just hope whatever he had planned wouldn’t actually come true.
“Never have I ever had a crush on a close friend of mine!”
You felt your blood freeze. A crush on a close friend? Slowly, your eyes moved to Jeonghan, who, of course, was looking right at you. His finger stayed up.
You didn’t take notice of how Chan and Seungkwan folded their fingers.
Leaning back in your chair, you decided to lie. Who said you had to tell the truth here? Crossing your one leg over the other and grabbing a piece of kimchi with your chopsticks to shove it into your mouth, you were content with your choice. At least for approximately three seconds.
“Yah! Y/N, you need to drink!” Soonyoung pointed at you with the arm he had stretched out before, and you choked on the piece of kimchi.
The table seemed confused – or at least a part of it did. While you coughed and Mingyu hit your back repeatedly to help, his face in a frown at Soonyoung, everyone on Jeonghan’s left side seemed just as lost as you felt, while everyone on his right side up until Joshua seemed as if they were more annoyed at Soonyoung. Jihoon, next to you, looked just as confused.
“Excuse me?” You croaked out now, reaching for your water glass, and taking a big sip.
“Ah, common, we have it figured out! You have a crush on Mingyu!”
And the water landed right on your food, spat out of your mouth.
“She- what?!” Mingyu’s eyes widened, while you tried to recover from your earlier coughing fit as well as the one that was now shaking you.
“Hyung, common! We wanted to get it out of her slowly!” Seokmin complained and Soonyoung sighed.
“Do you even know how much we drank? If we do any more shots, we will all die, Seokmin-ah!”
“I do- I do not have a crush on Mingyu!” you finally managed to say, a napkin in your balled fist, “what makes you think I do?!”
Now, everyone looked at you, including Jeonghan who raised his brows.
“You don’t?” He asked, obviously not believing you. You scoffed.
“No, I don’t. And now tell me why you would even think so?”
Jeonghan shifted on his seat, and you were slightly uncomfortable with all the eyes on you – especially Chan’s and Seungkwan’s. How on earth had Jeonghan gotten this so wrong?
“Well, uh, I overheard a conversation you had the other day. With one of your friends? Yuri, I believe?”
You began to wreck your brain. A conversation you had had with Yuri? You remembered talking to her the other day, remembered that she had asked you something and-
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you groaned, pulling a hand through your hair, “I don’t have a crush on him, she does!”
And scene. The silence was louder than words. Then – laughter. Everyone but Jeonghan, who’s mouth was now shaped like an “o”, laughed loudly, Jun placing his hand on Jeonghan’s shoulder.
“Yah, hyung, how bad are you at eavesdropping, hm?” The older guy didn’t say anything, he just continued to stare at you. You shook your head, a grin spreading on your lips.
“Feels bad to be embarrassed like this, huh? And to think you wanted to do that to me, oppa. Seriously, me liking Mingyu? You couldn’t have gotten it more wrong.” Pause. You noticed it just around the same time as everyone else. The laughter died down and made room for curious eyebrow raises. Shit.
“So, you’re saying there is someone you like?” Jeonghan was right back in his element, the annoying smirk back on his lips and, god, did you want to punch it off right then and there. Maybe even take some off the leftover perilla leaves and stuff them in his mouth.
All eyes were on you now. Clicking your tongue, you leaned forward.
“Did you really think you’d just get me to confess potential feelings to one of you right now?” You looked straight at Jeonghan, who shrugged with an innocent grin.
“If we got you drunk enough, why not?” Oh, he was such a menace. Did he really think you were this stupid? You scoffed and leaned back, arms crossed.
“Even if I would allow myself to get super drunk, never would I ever tell you anything. At least not with all of us together.”
“So, you’re saying there is someone you have a crush on?” Mingyu now chimed in, basically asking the same question as Jeonghan had before. You closed your eyes momentarily, contemplating how on earth you could still make these mistakes when you had literally been living with these crushes for ages and nothing had ever slipped out. Perhaps it was the alcohol. And the fact that both Seungkwan and Chan just looked way too good tonight.
You had watched them both to the best of your abilities, trying not to get caught (and apparently you hadn’t, considering everyone thought you had a crush on Mingyu). Seungkwan had been in a bit of a mood when he had arrived, and for some reason his slight annoyance made you want to jump his bones right then and there. That mixed with the way he drowned shots, his pretty fingers around the glass, almost flipping the glass over but skilfully stopping it at the last second. Even though you didn’t understand why… it was insanely attractive. His black polo and sweats, the way his brown hair fell into his face. All about him had you in a chokehold. It was basically the same with Chan. Sporting a zip up hoodie and jeans, a black t-shirt underneath, smiling and laughing loudly along when anyone made a joke. These two were in some ways complete opposites and still fell in perfectly together. As much as they often pretended to despise one another, it was safe to say they were actually the best of friends, inseparable. Perhaps that was why you hadn’t just fallen for one of them, but both.
Sitting at the table now, with your friends all quieter than you had ever seen them, you decided that it was time to get this over with. Sighing, you waved the waiter over, who you then proceeded to ask for a pen and paper, all whilst the 13 guys surrounding you looked more than just a little confused.
“What exactly are you doing?” Wonwoo asked now, his eyebrows raised just like the rest of them. Instead of answering you thanked the waiter when he brought you your desired items and slid closer to the table with your chair.
“Since you are all so curious, why don’t we end this once and for all, hm? I’m going to put an X on one of these papers and hand them out to you. If you’re getting the X, and you are interested in me as well, you can come over to my place tomorrow at 8. If you don’t have time, make it,” you were ripping apart the paper until you had 13 almost identical pieces, acting like you were writing on every single one of them (your hand shielding you) and finally folding them together. The boys stared at you with their mouths dropped.
“If you’re not interested, just forget it happened, alright? First and foremost we are friends, and I don’t want that to change, got it?” Now, you got up from your chair, all the small pieces in your hand. You knew which ones held the X’s, ready to give them to Seungkwan and Chan when you reached them, not really able to stop your heart from racing. As you started handing them out, you cleared your throat.
“Oh, and don’t open them now. Open them later, okay? I don’t want this to get any more awkward.”
When you finally reached the two men of your desire, you managed to stay calm just like before. You had successfully convinced yourself that this was just another performance of yours; the boys were your audience and you were inviting them to perform with you, they were a pawn in your game, a piece of your art. Thinking like this made it easy to not be embarrassed and worried about the outcome of this little play. It helped you discard the thought of Seungkwan and Chan going home to their shared apartment later, of them opening the papers either together or alone and then seeing an X, most probably going to tell the other. And just like that they would know that you liked them both.
Sitting back down once everyone had received their papers, you grabbed your shot glass.
“Now that that’s done. Shall we continue?”
–
Living together had never been more nerve wracking than right now. Seungkwan and Chan sat in the taxi, both quiet, the papers you had given out heavy in their pockets. Neither of them had said a word, mostly because they wouldn’t even know what to say. It had been a while since they had found out they liked the same person - namely the girl that had just given out papers that would either have one of them feel the luckiest he had ever been and one shattered, or both just disappointed, but at least disappointed together. They hadn’t even thought about the third option.
Arriving at their shared place, the door falling closed behind them, the two kicked off their shoes and slowly made their way into the living space, a relatively big room with a couch and a TV, a small dining table and finally the open kitchen with an island that they used way more frequently than the table. Without exchanging words they sat down on two stools, their hearts racing as they put their respective papers on the island.
“Who goes first?” Chan asked, hands clasped together on top of the island. Seungkwan gulped.
“Together?” He suggested then and Chan nodded, his sweaty hands letting go of each other to reach for the tiny thing holding so much power. Seungkwan did the same, his throat dry and an unwelcome feeling in his stomach. In his mind it was either neither of them or Chan. Everyone loved Chan, girls loved Chan. He was charming and handsome and some even called him pretty. He was funny and kind, he had an incredible build and his dancing abilities were to die for. Seungkwan, on the other hand, wasn’t exactly popular with the ladies, at least not in the way Chan was. Yes, he was popular because he was funny and outgoing, because he always knew how to make a room laugh and how to present himself as the goofy friend. He had had one girlfriend all his life and that was about all the experience he had. He didn’t even know where to start with Chan.
“Alright then. On three?” Chan looked over at his best friend, who nodded slightly. He could literally see the sweat forming on Seungkwan’s forehead, could hear the speed of his heartbeat. While Chan wished for it to be himself, of course, he also kind of wished it would be Seungkwan you liked. He knew he wasn’t going to be mad at his best friend if he was the one you wanted. More so the opposite. Smiling at him now, Chan leaned over, his elbow softly nudging him in the side.
“Hyung, it’s gonna be fine, okay? Whatever the outcome, we will be fine.” The words touched Seungkwan more than they probably should and somehow he managed an honest smile before taking a deep breath.
“Okay. One.”
“Two.”
“Three!” The two of them said the last number in union, opening the papers at the same time, only to suck in their breaths. Two perfectly written Xs were right there in front of them. For the first few seconds they only stared at the paper, both of their hearts leaping out of their chests, their stomachs doing flips, butterflies spreading throughout every inch of their body. But then they realized what they were seeing, their heads almost simultaneously twirling around to look at the other. When neither of them saw disappointment, they felt confusion. When they looked at the other’s paper, they felt even more confusion.
The next hour was spent calling the 11 other friends that had been at the restaurant receiving a paper.
The hours after that were spent on Seungkwan’s bed, staring at the ceiling in their pjs.
“So,” Chan said after what felt like an eternity of silence.
“So,” Seungkwan replied.
“She likes both of us.” Hearing the words out loud made them seem sillier. Unreal, as well.
“Apparently,” Seungkwan shifted on his back, hands clasped and laid on his stomach, “what do we- what do we do?”
“I guess we’ll go to her place tomorrow.”
“Both of us?”
“She said whoever has an X on their paper is invited over at 8pm, hyung. So yes. Both of us.”
“And then what?”
Chan stayed silent at that once again. Yeah, then what? Gnawing on his bottom lip, he let the thought run through his mind. If you liked both of them, it could mean two things. One, you would want to choose eventually which one you liked better. But this seemed unlikely. You weren’t an indecisive person, they knew that. They knew you. So, option two seemed more realistic, while it also remained the somehow scarier one.
“I think,” Chan started, turning his head to face Seungkwan who was still staring ahead, “I think she wants us both. As in, she wants to date us both.”
Now, Seungkwan looked over at him.
“You really think so?”
“The other option just seems so unlike her. I think she has made her mind up about it and that’s why she even did this tonight. Yeah, she was kind of blindsided because Jeonghan hyung was being his same old enabler self, but… she wouldn’t have told us if she wasn’t ready to… you know. Commit to this.”
“And do you want to commit to this?” Seungkwan asked, wondering what Chan would answer. He was also wondering what he himself would answer.
“I don’t know. I think… I think I like her a lot, hyung. Like a whole damn lot. And I know you do too. You’re my best friend and I don’t- I don’t know how to explain this, but I feel like, if it’s with you I would be able to… do this.”
Surprise was displayed on the older boy’s face and he slowly sat up, Chan following his movement.
“So you’re saying that… if she wants both of us to be her boyfriends, you would be cool with that?”
“Yeah. I think so,” Chan hesitated a moment, “what about you?”
And there the question was. Laid out in front of Seungkwan, who had no idea what to say. Yes, he liked you. He liked you so, so much. But could he be in a poly relationship with you and his best friend? Could he- suddenly, the thought of Chan with you invaded his mind. You on top of Chan, kissing him, Chan’s hands all over your body, touching your skin. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to watch you, to hear you moan as Chan was kissing you, his hands somewhere between your legs…
“I think I would be too,” he breathed out now, his cheeks a little red and Chan looked at him attentively. Something in Seungkwan’s face, in his voice, had piqued his interest. He tilted his head, curiosity getting the best of him.
“What did you just think about?” He asked, not entirely sure why he was this intrigued.
“I-,” Seungkwan noticed the glint in Chan’s eyes, noticed the obvious curiosity and felt excitement rush over him. Clearing his throat, he laid back down on his back, Chan’s eyes on him at all times.
“I thought about what she would look like on top of you,” Seungkwan finally explained, not looking at his friend but instead back at the ceiling. His blood was rushing through his ears and down to his cock that slowly but surely grew in size. Chan stared at him, not sure what he had expected to hear and while a part of him had known it was something sexual, hearing it from Seungkwan himself made goosebumps erupt all over his skin.
When Chan didn’t say anything, Seungkwan continued.
“I thought about what she would sound like, what her moans would sound like when you touch her,” he licked his lips, the image back and so clear in front of his eyes. Now, Chan also laid down next to him, eyes fixed on a spot above them.
“I can see that, too, you know. Her on top of you. Her hips grinding down because she is so desperate for friction. She always seems so confident and in control, but I think when she’s horny she doesn’t have any of that control left.”
“Yeah, and she would.. she would be begging for us to touch her, to-,”
“To fuck her,” Chan finished the sentence for Seungkwan, who now felt his dick reach the ultimate hardness.
“Y-yeah,” Seungkwan stuttered, head dizzy, thoughts full of you and Chan and himself, in between the sheets, your wet and throbbing pussy around his size while you had your mouth on Chan’s hard cock. He had seen Chan naked more times than not, but none of these times had he been hard and for whatever reason, right now, he wished he had.
“Shit, I can totally see her, whiny and pouting, wanting all her holes stuffed with cocks, our cocks. She would suck on them so prettily, get her whole mouth full, wanting to touch herself but we wouldn’t let her, instead you’d go down on her, lick up her pussy and she’d moan around my cock, making me slip down further. Fuck, I bet she can take cock down all the way, I could feel it when i press down on her throat.”
Seungkwan had given up midway through Chan’s words. His hand was now down his pants, palming himself over his briefs, eyes closed as he listened to Chan’s voice. All the images of you were flooding his mind, making his hips move against his hand in a desperate attempt for even more friction.
Chan noticed Seungkwan then. Heard the noises his best friend made, his skin slightly beginning to tingle. Swallowing down the phantom lump in his throat, he let his own hand slip into his sweats, feeling his hard cock against the palm of his hand. Precum had already stained his briefs and he imagined you on your knees, sucking on his tip, catching the drips of his arousal.
“Do you think she’d let us fuck her tomorrow?” Seungkwan asked then, out of breath and his hand now fully around his clothed cock. Chan groaned at the question.
“God, I sure hope she does. Maybe on her couch? Sitting on my lap, riding me and you can fuck her sweet little mouth.”
“Fuck, bet she looks so pretty with her lips spread around our cocks,” both of them now slipped their hands fully into their underwear, the precum making it easy for them to jerk off. This had never happened before. Neither of them had ever just masturbated with a friend present. But this situation was oddly erotic and almost felt natural. Hearing each other breath hard, the slick of their wet dicks against their hands, the shifting of the duvet underneath them, as they arched their backs, fucking into their fists.
“Wanna see her tits full of our cum, fuck,” Chan bit down on his lip, hand speeding up and Seungkwan nodded harshly, vivid images of you naked and sprawled on his bed, cum decorating your body. In his head you would look at them with big, round eyes, fingers dipping into the white cream, sucking it off right after. He wondered if you liked to swallow cum, if you liked having it all over you. A part of him believed that you did.
“S-Shit, Y/N,” Seungkwan moaned finally, his orgasm hitting him just then, only a few seconds before Chan was hit by his own, cum shooting out and into his underwear. The two men moaned your name, fucking themselves through their orgasms before coming down from their highs, hands still around their softening cocks, chests heaving.
Without saying anything, Chan got up first to go to the bathroom and clean himself up, the post-nut clarity giving himself a bit of a freakout. Seungkwan felt the same as he stood up as well, heart pumping in his chest at godspeed, his now dirty briefs finding their way into his dirty laundry basket and a new pair found its way onto his body. Also slipping into a new pair of sweats, Seungkwan turned around when he heard the ajar door opening wider. Chan stood there, a new pair of underwear and pants on his frame.
“Can I sleep here?” Chan asked then. Seungkwan didn’t have to think twice before he nodded.
–
7:45 pm the next day and you had prepared yourself as well as your apartment for either success or failure. Right now, you had dimly lit your living area, candles on top of the couch table with three plates and sets of chopsticks, the Chinese take-out you knew Seungkwan and Chan liked so much stored in the microwave. You had no idea if they were coming. You were just hoping they would. The closer it got to 8 pm, the more your stomach turned in fear and excitement. You had put on what you would consider your sexiest outfit; a dark green bodycon dress that reached down to the middle of your thighs. A bit of silver jewelry and your hair in the way you usually liked it - you were more than content with yourself for the evening.
There is still a chance they won’t even show up.
Biting down on your painted lips, you let your eyes wander off to the clock by the door. 7:57 pm. Trying to make yourself calm down, you poured wine into one of the glasses standing on the table, drowning it in one go. While liquid courage might not have been the best solution - it still was one. Putting the glass back down, you almost dropped it to the floor when you heard your doorbell ring. Instantly, your heart began racing, eyes close to popping out as you hurried over to the door. Buzzing them up, you began one of your breathing exercises that you would usually do before going on stage. This wasn’t much different from stage fright- just that it was real and you wouldn’t have the chance to do it better the next night. No, this was it, this was the moment you had been hoping for, dreaming of.
The knock on your door brought you back to the here and now and after shaking out your shoulders one last time, you finally opened the door.
Nothing could have prepared the three of you for the feelings flooding you the moment the door was open, leaving nothing between you anymore. Seungkwan and Chan held their breaths once their eyes laid on you. The way you looked in your dress, showing off every single one of your curves. Knowing full well that you put on this dress for them made both of them feel their throats dry up. For a moment they were one, Chan and Seungkwan, their hearts beating the same beat only for you. Right then, it was only them and you on this earth and they were sure to make you feel just how much you meant to them.
And you? You couldn’t believe they were really here, both of them. Dressed in similar outfits, Chan wore a white dress shirt under a black jacket, while Seungkwan was dressed in all black. They looked incredible.
“You’re here,” you finally breathed out and the boys nodded, their eyes never leaving you.
“Of course,” Chan replied, a small smile playing on his lips making your knees weak.
“I’m glad. Come on in,” You took a step to the side, watching them as they walked inside your apartment. They had been here many times before, but nothing had ever felt like this. Already now did you feel goosebumps all over you, feel the urge to touch them, kiss them. All the things you had successfully suppressed over the time you had liked them were coming up at once, knocking the air right out of you.
After leaving their shoes at the door, the two of them followed you inside, their eyes slightly widening when they saw what you had prepared. The candles and the dim lights. The prettily set couch table.
“I ordered Chinese. Your favorite, I, uh, hope that’s okay,” you smiled, walking into the kitchen where you got the food containers out of the microwave, happy that they still seemed warm. Chan and Kwan watched you, both of them smiling warmly.
“That’s perfect, thanks Y/N,” Kwan said, taking the food from your hands to bring them over to the table. Feeling your cheeks warm up, you thanked him and finally you and Chan followed him over to the table where you finally sat down.
The nervosity clearly flowing around the table wasn’t too bad, you thought, but you did want to somehow ease the situation. Clearing your throat you poured both of them a glass of wine, sitting at the head of the table and the two men to your left and right. Their eyes on you made all of you tingle.
“Thanks,” they hummed when they took their glasses and you finally all had something to drink.
“Well, here is to tonight,” your voice was thankfully way more confident than you felt. Clinking your glasses you all took a sip from the red liquid, feeling the warmth of the alcohol joining the warmth of the situation. Chan and Seungkwan exchanged a look before letting their eyes linger on you again.
“So, you’re probably wondering what this,” you used your hands to make a circle between you and them, “is about?”
“We did come up with two possible options,” Chan nodded and you looked over at him.
“Okay.” God, how on earth were you supposed to play it cool when he looked at you this way? Chan was always handsome, but tonight was different somehow. His white button down wasn’t fully buttoned, very obviously showing the necklace he was wearing, silver and sexy and your absolute weakness. His hair was styled up, only a few strands falling into his face and, shit, did he look delicious.
“One of them was that you would tell one of us to leave at the end of the night,” he continued, watching you closely. You had already anticipated that this was the first thing they’d come up with. Society’s take on polygamy and all. Slowly, you nodded, wanting him to keep talking.
“The second one,” Seungkwan now chimed in, your head turning to him. He was also a sight to behold. Brown hair falling into his forehead as it always did. Pretty rings on his just as pretty fingers catching the light of the candles.
“Was you wanting both of us.”
Your stomach turned, the tone of his voice going straight between your legs. Gulping down, you nodded again.
“I see. Well, which one do you think is more likely?”
“The second one,” Chan answered immediately, Seungkwan nodding in agreement. If you were honest, this had been the thing you had been scared of the most. Them finding out you wanted both of them and feeling appalled by it. But judging by their reaction right now… it didn’t seem like they were.
“And you’re okay with that?” You asked cautiously and they chuckled, both of them shuffling closer to you. It was almost as if the whole room suddenly shifted. Your breath hitched when you felt their body heat in such close proximity.
“Very much,” Chan said, his hand softly caressing your cheek.
“More than okay, actually,” Seungkwan added, his lips right by your ear. Your core began throbbing, wetness gathering at your entrance, dripping out of you when you saw the way they both looked at you. Full of hunger, want, lust.
“I- I’m happy to hear that,” you whispered and then, without another moment going to waste, Chan kissed you softly. His lips tasted like wine and like him, and when he parted your lips, his tongue knocking into yours, all of you began to tremble. Seungkwan took it upon himself to shower your exposed neck with sensual kisses, his one hand finding your bare thigh and squeezing the flesh. You moaned into Chan’s mouth, feeling the older male’s hand on the other side of your neck.
Sure, you had thought that maybe at some point, if the two of them agreed to this, it would come to sex. Never had you expected it to go this way, them on you not even five minutes after they had set foot into your apartment. Not that you were complaining. Trying to figure out what to do with your hands you put one on Chan’s cheek, while the other laid down on Seungkwan’s resting on your leg, your lips moving against Chan’s in perfect rhythm.
When Chan parted from you, you turned your head, facing Seungkwan now who’s eyes seemed to sparkle when your gazes met, a small smile on both of your lips before you leaned in. Seungkwan tasted like wine as well, but different from Chan. They both had tastes that you could only describe as addictive, your hands now moving and finding themselves on Seungkwan’s chest and Chan’s neck, Chan who now took it upon himself to take over Seungkwan’s earlier mission. The kisses he left all over your neck and shoulders made you shiver and he chuckled against your skin, the vibrations making you moan again, this time into Seungkwan’s mouth.
“Perhaps we should move this somewhere else,” Chan suggested and Seungkwan parted from you, your eyes shifting between them.
“W-What about the food?” You croaked, Chan smirking as his thumb slid over your bottom lip.
“You have a microwave right? We can heat that up… later.”
–
You wouldn’t say that you lacked sexual experience. But then again you had never had a threesome before and up until you had started liking two of your closest friends, you had never thought you wanted one either.
Chan was behind you, his hands on the zipper of your favorite dress, slowly tugging it down. Seungkwan was in front of you, his hands on your cheeks as he kissed you passionately, your tongues in a heated dance, lips moving together as if they had never done anything else. How wonderful it was, both of them being good kissers. You loved kissing, but it happened more often than not that partners of yours just didn’t really know how to. Seungkwan and Chan, though, definitely took the cake. Sliding the dress off your body, Chan began to fondle your exposed skin, fingertips dancing over your skin, making goosebumps erupt once more. He let his mouth draw lines over your shoulder blades and the back of your neck, letting his tongue flick against your sensitive skin. You wanted to touch them both, wanted to feel them, find out everything there was to know about what they liked.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Chan whispered against your ear, his teeth finding your lobe and biting down on it, a whimper escaping you that had Seungkwan’s hands move down to your hips, gripping you tightly.
“Fuck, do that again, Channie,” he sighed and Chan did as asked, another whimper making both of their dicks twitch.
“So, so hot,” Chan brought his nimble fingers to the clasp of your bra, opening it without any trouble and soon you found yourself mostly naked - with the exception of your thong. Now, Chan’s hands moved over your stomach and up to your breasts, squeezing them, massaging them, thumb and index around your stiff nipples, your back arching against Seungkwan who still kissed you with so much fire it made you almost lose your footing. Being sandwiched in between them was better than anything you had ever experienced before, and when you thought about their cocks and how they would feel inside you, you couldn't help but grind your ass against Chan’s crotch.
“Oh? Are you needy, baby?” Chan teased, biting into your shoulder before sucking and leaving a perfectly red mark right there.
“Mhm, w-want you to get undressed too, ‘s unfair,” you whined, and Seungkwan looked at Chan over your shoulder, both of them wearing a smirk that definitely meant trouble.
“Is that right?” Seungkwan caressed the back of your head now, soft fingers through your hair and you nodded, a pout on your pretty lips.
“Well, who would we be to deny your wish?” Turning you around by the shoulders, Chan proceeded to push you down on your knees, your eyes widening when you felt the carpet hit your naked legs. Above you, the two men now began unbuttoning their shirts, their eyes never leaving you, and once they were done the pieces of clothing landed on the floor next to your dress and bra. You couldn’t stop staring at them. Both of them were extremely well built, even if Seungkwan didn’t really think so about himself. While Chan sported more muscle, Seungkwan’s body had something elegant, his shoulders wide, his neck probably the prettiest thing about him. Your eyes wandered over their abs, Chan’s maybe a bit more defined than Kwan’s, mouth watering when you saw their happy trails leading to what you could only presume to be the prettiest dicks you’d ever see.
“Be a good girl and help us with our pants, Y/N,” Chan said, and only now did you realize that he would be the one fully in charge. Your pussy throbbed at the thought and you nodded obediently, hands lifting to first open Chan’s trousers, button, then zipper shoving them down his lean legs, his thighs that made you clench around nothing. You looked up at him, saw the hunger in his eyes and bit your lip, not allowing yourself to let your eyes linger too long on his very obvious erection. Instead, you moved on to Seungkwan, doing the same as with Chan, just that this time you couldn’t help it. Seungkwan’s cock was big. Bigger than you had imagined. Your mouth dropped open and you were sure you were about to drool. Meanwhile, the two watched you, Seungkwan feeling his whole body grow hot when he saw the way you looked at his cock. He knew he was big, probably bigger than most of his peers, but he never really talked or felt like bragging about it. So, of course you’d be surprised. Chan, on the other side, smirked, seeing you in this state was incredibly hot and he snapped his finger once, making your head turn to him in an instant.
“Like Seungkwannie’s cock? How about you let it fuck your pretty mouth?”
Judging by the way Seungkwan twitched at Chan’s words, at least he was happy with that suggestion. But, so were you. Nodding your head, you looked back at Seungkwan, who inhaled sharply, his hands now tugging down his briefs exposing his hard, huge, leaking cock.
“Oh my god, Seungkwannie… s-so big,” you mumbled, your tongue shooting out to collect the precum that was pooling at his slit. He moaned slightly, finding the back of your head with his left hand.
“Slowly, babe. We don’t want you suffocating,” he smiled and you shivered, leaning forward to finally catch him between your lips. Hell, was it better than either of your imaginations. You, on your knees, lips stretched out around Kwan’s cock. Chan felt himself twitch, moving behind you, exchanging a look with Seungkwan.
“Good girl, so good for us,” Chan praised you now, when you took even more of Seungkwan into your mouth. The older of the two men couldn’t help but let out breathy moans that spurred you on even more, the determination to get him completely down your throat bigger than ever. And then you felt it. Felt Chan’s hands on either side of your head, shoving you forward. He was moving your head to match Seungkwan’s pleasure. Fuck, that was hot. You couldn’t keep your eyes open, instead they rolled back, and Seungkwan watched you with his own mouth dropped, before he slowly looked up at Chan who’s eyes were locked on the way his best friend’s dick was sliding in and out of your throat. You felt Seungkwan twitch on your tongue, his tip now repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, gags erupting your body as well as chokes that made both men feel even more feral than before.
Chan began moving you down Seungkwan’s cock quicker now, Seungkwan sure he wasn’t going to last long anymore, but a part of him didn’t really mind. He knew he was probably going to watch Chan fuck you and, fuck, was he excited to see that. Moaning your name, he grabbed some of your hair, pulling on it as he couldn’t help but buckle his hips. Tears were streaming down your face, but nothing about this was unenjoyable. Every thrust of Seungkwan’s hips combined with Chan’s pushing of your head was everything you had hoped for and more. Your core was dripping at this point, the thong useless, arousal dripping down onto the carpet and if you had been in any other headspace you might have begun asking yourself how you were gonna get that out.
“F-fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Seungkwan cried out, his hips moving at a sloppier pace now and you groaned, excitement flowing through you.
“Do you want Seungkwan to cum in your mouth, baby? Or should he come somewhere else?” Chan pulled you off Seungkwan’s cock, you finally able to catch your breath, chest heaving and your eyes blinking rapidly.
“W-wanna eat his cum, can I?”
“God, yes, yes you can,” Seungkwan slipped into your mouth again and Chan smirked as he now let his best friend take the lead and instead sat down on the bed, palming himself over his briefs watching Seungkwan fuck down your throat desperately. You held onto his thighs, eyes rolled back again, hearing yourself gag over and over again mixed with the dirty sound of his slick cock inside your hot mouth making it hard for you not to just come untouched.
“You take my cock so well, such a good girl, so perfect for my big cock,” Seungkwan whined, and you nodded as well as you could with him rutting down your throat. When you pressed your tongue against his girth, sliding along his veins, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He moaned your name once more, pushing your head as close to his abdomen as possible, his hot thick cum shooting down your throat. You tried your best to swallow it all, but some escaped your mouth when he finally pulled out, his eyes unfocused by the strength of that orgasm.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at who made a mess,” Chan titled his head looking at you and you let your fingers slide over your chin where traces of Seungkwan were still present, sucking them into your mouth.
“Seungkwannie is so tasty,” you giggled then, eyes wandering from Chan back to the man who had just fucked the life out of your mouth. His spent cock twitched at your words and he caressed your face, before helping you back on your feet, his lips catching yours, leading you into a soft kiss that made another set of butterflies go crazy inside your stomach.
Fondness engulfed Chan now, who still sat on the bed. He really hadn’t thought this was possible, but sometimes life took a turn no one could have predicted. Him being happy about his best friend kissing the girl he liked. Him being hard as a rock from watching his bist friend fuck your mouth. Now, he felt immense proudness somehow, proud that apparently all of you were mature enough to not be jealous or possessive - even though he wasn’t so sure how he’d feel if anyone else joined or had you. Maybe it was just him and Seungkwan he liked around you in this way.
“Come here,” he now said and you and Seungkwan parted, you now walking over to Chan, while Seungkwan took a seat on the bed as well, resting against the headboard. You came to a halt in front of the pretty man and his hands found their way to your waist, right above the waistband of your drenched thong. Licking his hips, he pulled you closer.
“We should get rid of this, shouldn’t we?” he asked, but it was rhetorical. The next second he had already begun shoving it down, a shiver going through you when your wet cunt hit the air of the room. You stepped out of the underwear and Chan pulled you even closer, his breath fanning over your stomach. Your eyes never left his, feeling his fingers glide upwards again, his right hand moving between your thighs and getting a breathy gasp out of you when his fingertips touched your pussy.
“Fuck, she’s so, so wet, Seungkwan,” Chan let a film of your arousal coat his fingers before letting his left hand move up even further until it was on your right tit, squeezing it harshly.
“Ch-Chan, pl-please,” your knees almost gave in and Chan chuckled, one finger skillfully sinking into you and making you cry out.
“What is it, baby? Do you want me to finger your sweet little pussy?” He asked as he was already doing just that. His finger slipped in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace and you had trouble holding still, your hands now resting on Chan’s shoulders, teeth buried in your bottom lip, hips moving against his hand.
“M-More, I can take it, Channie.”
“Oh, I bet you can, princess. Not yet, though,” Chan smirked again, before quickening his pace, thumb now pressing onto your clit. You moaned loudly, eyes falling shut. You didn’t know how he did it, but you already felt like cumming. Your walls clenched around his one single digit and he sucked in a breath when he felt it, felt the throbbing inside of you.
“Fuck, you’re already close, aren’t you a little slut…,” he mumbled, staring at your pussy, the wetness of his finger and just you. How was he ever going to get enough?
Seungkwan was still sitting behind Chan, not able to see the way he fingered you, but just your face alone was enough to start his dick getting hard again. He was lazily jerking himself off, watching the way your face contorted in pleasure. He probably wouldn’t need much more to cum again, just this would be enough.
“Mhmm, Ch-Channie pl-please, m-more,” you begged again and Chan felt his cock twitch, not sure how long he could resist giving in to you. For now, he just let his thumb draw circles on your clit, pressing down on it harshly as he let his finger slide in and out. And then, suddenly, his thumb was gone and you were about to protest, when it was replaced by something better.
His tongue leaped at your clit, flicking at it over and over again before sucking it into his mouth, the high pitched moan you let out music to his ears and his cock, Seungkwan behind him cursing under his breath. Chan couldn’t help himself. He wanted to taste you so fucking bad. Not really knowing what he was doing, he pulled his finger out of you and instead brought both his hands to your hips, turning you around and throwing you on the bed, he himself now on his knees, tongue in between your thighs.
“F-fuck, Chan!” You screamed, hands finding his hair, back arching against his mouth. He devoured you. Sucking your clit into his mouth first, moving down to your sopping entrance next, tongue fucking you, thumb back to his earlier ministrations. You couldn’t keep it down, he was too good at this, too good at making you feel like you were going to cum in the next three seconds.
Seungkwan somehow got fully hard again, his hand wrapped around his length, moving up and down as he stared at Chan between your legs, sweat on his forehead.
“Does he make you feel good, Y/N? You like Channie eating you out like this?” He breathed out and you nodded, your eyes flying open to look at Seungkwan, clenching around Chan’s tongue when you saw Seungkwan jerking off.
“Yo-You’re hard again, Kwannie,” you groaned and he nodded.
“How could I not be? Look at you baby, you’re a fucking sight to behold.”
Just then you felt Chan’s tongue back on your clit, two fingers pushing into you next and a scream left you, nails digging into Chan’s scalp, hips moving rapidly against his face and fingers, the man between your legs enjoying every second of it. He put his all into making you cum, fingers curling, hitting your spot, tongue circling your clit, pressing down on it and sucking it into his mouth again, drowning in your taste and smell, his free hand inside his briefs now, fucking his cock into his fist.
“‘M gonna c-cum, Chan, d-don’t stop!” He wasn’t going to. If anything he was just going to keep going to make you cum again. When your first orgasm hit you, you kept on chanting Chan’s name, your hips uncontrollably moving against his face, pussy throbbing around his fingers. When he didn’t stop after your high was over you felt yourself fall, your back lifting off the bed, seeing black and white in front of your eyes when he somehow got another orgasm out of you mere seconds after the first one.
Finally, Chan parted from you, his face full of your arousal, a smirk on his lips as he climbed on top of the bed, his briefs discarded on the floor. You were out of breath, feeling fucked out already. You weren’t willing to stop just yet though.
“Came so good for us, baby. So pretty and perfect,” Chan kissed your neck and finally your lips, your own taste spreading in your mouth. Hazily opening your eyes when he parted from you, you felt new energy sweep into you the second you saw what he did next. He moved to Seungkwan, the fingers that had been inside of you right in front of the older male’s mouth.
“Wanna taste her?” Chan asked, and Seungkwan nodded quickly, sucking Chan’s fingers into his mouth. Your pussy clenched, another set of arousal dropping onto the bed.
“Oh wow,” you breathed out, sitting up and watching how Seungkwan’s eyes rolled back at your taste, Chan so incredibly hard, cock twitching at the way it felt to have Seungkwan suck on his fingers. You were on your knees now, hands on Chan’s shoulders, lips attaching to his neck, sucking harshly on the skin. Moving down, you let your right hand grab around him, precum making it so easy for you to begin to jerk off his pretty cock. Chan moaned, pulling his fingers out of Seungkwan’s mouth only to grab him by the neck and crash their lips together, making you basically rub yourself against Chan’s backside. Fuck, it was so hot to watch them kiss, to watch how Seungkwan’s tongue twirle around Chan’s getting even more of your taste into his own mouth.
Kissing Seungkwan was better than Chan had imagined. But then, he had never really imagined it before. And perhaps he would never do it outside the bedroom - but that was a thought for another day. Right now he just knew he enjoyed it, enjoyed Seungkwan’s tongue against his own, liked the way he tasted of wine and now of you. When they parted from each other, saliva was connecting their lips and their hooded eyes were staring into each other. You, behind Chan, were groaning, biting into Chan’s shoulder slightly.
“That was so hot, fuck, I need you both to fuck me like right now.”
Chan and Seungkwan looked back at you.
“How do you want us?” Chan asked, thumb sliding over your bottom lip.
“One in the front, the other in the back. I have lube in my nightstand.”
Holy fuck. Seungkwan and Chan groaned, and before you knew what was happening they had you in between them again, Seungkwan kissing you hard on the lips while Chan licked and sucked and kissed your neck, every bit of skin he could catch. You moaned against them, hands finding their cocks and beginning to jerk them both off at the same speed. The two men breathed hard, hands roaming over your body, one hand each on your tits, while the other was either in your hair or your ass. At this point you couldn’t even tell which hand belonged to whom, the horny daze in your brain too much. But you needed them, you needed them to fill you up, needed their cocks to fuck you hard and until you couldn’t walk properly anymore.
Eventually you ended up on all fours, Seungkwan behind you, lube in his hand, and he couldn't stop staring at your pretty backside. He squeezed lube onto his finger and onto your tight hole, beginning to prep you slowly. Feeling his finger enter you hurt only a bit at the beginning, but he was so careful and soft it made it almost impossible not to enjoy. And with Chan kneeling in front of you, his cock in his hand, you felt like nothing could go wrong that night.
“Wanna suck your cock, Channie,” you blinked up at him and the boy smiled, bringing his member to your lips.
“Stick out your tongue,” he commanded and you did it, his cock slapping down on your tongue a few times right then. You moaned, clenching around nothing as Seungkwan eased into your ass easier with you getting more relaxed.
“Good girl. Now, suck on my tip, no tongue,” again you followed his order, sucking his tip into your mouth, your tongue so eager to touch him, taste him, but you wanted to be obedient and so you only watched him, tongue resting inside your mouth. Chan’s breathing was getting harder, his vision blurry. God, you looked so good, your lips stretched around his cock.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he finally gave in, shoving his cock further inside your mouth, moaning loudly when he felt your tongue press against him, when he felt your throat restrict around him. He began fucking your mouth, changing the angle so he is inside your cheek, fucking against it over and over, the soft inside of it making stars appear around his head.
Meanwhile, Seungkwan had managed to get another finger inside you, the fullness making you cry out in pleasure and just the thought of Seungkwan’s big cock filling your hole in a bit making your head feel dizzy.
Chan knew he wouldn’t last any longer with how good it felt to be inside your mouth, pulling out to instead hold his cock by the base, staring down at you.
“Such a perfect slut for us, I can’t believe we’re this lucky,” he mumbled, his fingers caressing your cheek before checking in with Seungkwan, who nodded.
“I think she’s ready. What do you say, pretty baby?”
“Am ready. Need you so bad,” you wiggled your hips and Seungkwan chuckled before grabbing a condom and giving another one to Chan. You pouted a little - part of you wished they would just fuck you raw.
“After all of us getting tested we’ll gladly fill you up with our cum, baby,” Chan seemed to have read your mind, your cheeks beginning to burn while he smirked down at you.
Seungkwan positioned himself behind you, one hand on your hip, the other around his cock. The condom was on and another squeeze of lube coated it, making it an almost perfect glide when he sunk into you, the feeling of you around him so good he couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. Chan watched, ripping the condom open to roll it up his cock, waiting for Seungkwan to fully sink inside so he could take his place inside your throbbing cunt.
“A-ah, Seungkwan,” you whimpered, tears pooling in your eyes when you felt him bottom out. He twitched inside you, hands now both on your hips.
“You are so tight and perfect, princess, could cum right away,” his words made you shiver, and when he pulled you up, your back meeting his chest, you felt him slip inside even deeper, your eyes rolling back. Chan moved forward now, fingers on your core, lips finding yours for a soft kiss.
“Ready for me?” He asked and you nodded, one arm behind you, wrapping around Seungkwan’s neck, while the other was sneaking around Chan’s shoulders. The latter licked his lips, lining his cock with your entrance and beginning to push in. You gasped at the feeling of him stretching your walls, his body so close to yours, both of the men literally breathing against your skin, not even an inch of air between you. Nothing had ever felt better and right now you couldn’t imagine ever having sex another way. You looked into Chan’s eyes, felt him bottom out and the feeling of fullness is so much another set of tears pools in your eyes.
“M-move, god, please fuck me,” you cried and they share one last look before giving you what you want (and what they want for that matter).
The first thrusts were almost simultaneous. Chan and Seungkwan tried to match each other’s pace, but soon enough they got lost in their own pleasure. You, between them, were a moaning mess, tears streaming over your cheeks at this point, fingernails digging into the skin of the two men making you feel like the sexiest and most precious being on this earth. Hearing them breath hard, moan, groan, it was all like heaven to you.
“You’re so fuckign tight, fuck, taking us so well,” Chan’s lips were on your neck, another mark showing up, Seungkwan on the other side, his hips frantically moving, lips latched onto your neck and shoulders whenever he wasn’t moaning your name and how good your ass was for his cock. Chan picked up the pace, chasing his high and hoping to take you with him, his hands finding your tits and squeezing them, while your own hand now moved in between your bodies, thumb on your clit getting you even wetter.
“Shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” Chan’s whisper into your ear made you tremble and you pushed your hips against Seungkwan who grabbed your hips even harsher, sure to leave a bruise.
“Won’t last long, f-fuck,” he felt like his head was about to explode.
“Want both of you to cum for me, please. Wish you were fucking me raw, want your cum in me so bad,” you didn’t know how you were able to form a cohesive sentence, but it did it’s job. The two men moaned, their cocks throbbing and twitching as they became even sloppier, both their heads buried in between your neck and shoulder, moaning against your sweaty skin as they came at the exact same time, cum shooting into the condoms and finally taking you over the edge for a third time. You milked them for all they had, collapsing against Chan in front of you, the exhaustion taking over. Your pussy still pulsated around Chan, making it hard for him to leave you, but looking at Seungkwan, he knew they should probably get you to lay down.
They pulled out, Seungkwan helping you into the sheets, your eyes fluttering open and a smile spreading on your tired lips.
“That was incredible,” you whispered and Seungkwan nodded, softly moving the hair out of your face.
“You are incredible,” he then added, kissing your forehead. Chan had gone to the bathroom meanwhile, getting you a wet towel which he now used to clean you up. Sadly for all of you, there wasn’t any of their cum involved. Still, you were thankful for the help, considering you would need at least another ten minutes of resting before you could get yourself to the bathroom.
–
The food tasted great even when heated up. After getting dressed again (even though you did change into pajama shorts and a top instead of your dress) and peeing, the three of you had come back to the living space to finish the actual date. It was maybe slightly awkward, but nothing another glass of wine couldn’t fix.
“So,” you started, clearing your throat, “what does this mean for us now?” You looked from Seungkwan to Chan and back.
“That you’re our girlfriend, right?” Chan raised his brows and you felt your cheeks heat up. Coughing once you slowly nodded.
“I mean… if you’re cool with that?”
“Cool with that?” Seungkwan laughed, “we literally just fucked the life out of you, we are more than “cool with that”, Y/N.”
You stared at him for a few seconds. Then you broke out into a laugh.
“Fair enough. Well then… yes, I am your girlfriend. You are… my boyfriends,” the smile wouldn’t leave your lips.
“So, how exactly are we gonna tell the others?” Chan leaned back on his hands, a grin on his pretty face.
“Well, first of all I should really let them know how wrong they got their guess. But to be fair - I am an incredible actor, so obviously no one would have known.”
“Well, you also didn’t know we liked you back, does that make us good actors too?” Seungkwan raised his brows. You thought about this for a second.
“I guess that makes all of us a perfect match. Easy as that.”
And when they laughed and you ended up falling asleep on the couch later that night they couldn’t even deny how right you were. Nothing had ever felt more perfect than this. Than you.
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Penance
You have nothing but the best of intentions when you whisk Yoongi away to celebrate his birthday, but somehow it doesn't work out the way you've planned.
Part of the Vows series. Read the rest here.
Pairing: Yoongi x F! Reader
Word count: 2.9k
Genre: Arranged marriage AU!, e2l, smut
Warnings: A little mild blasphemy, sex, swearing, vows! Seokjin
Yoongi turns his gaze your way. You’re looking out the window of the plane, lost in thought.
There are always words on the tip of his tongue when he looks at you, and only his sheer stubbornness to hold them back.
He’d wanted to say how touched he was that you’d organised this trip for his birthday, but the words had retreated when you’d snorted at his passport photo.
You’d turned to him, voice dry as you’d said, ‘of course you’d have a gorgeous passport photo. My perfect chaebol husband.’
Yoongi hadn’t heard a question, so he hadn’t given an answer.
You’d skipped onto the plane ahead of him, getting settled in, and when the flight attendant had offered Yoongi champagne he’d turned to you to realise you were already asleep, face in your hand in a way that made his heart tug dangerously.
He’s finishing off some work when he realises you’re awake and watching him.
‘Did you bring your glasses?’ you ask.
‘I forgot them when you kidnapped me out of my office,’ Yoongi replies. He means it as a joke but your mouth turns down slightly at the corner.
‘Sorry,’ you say. ‘You have that shareholders meeting tomorrow, too, don’t you?’
You look down at your lap. ‘I didn’t know you had an important meeting. I would have rescheduled this trip.’
Yoongi is never sure if you’re aware of how endearing he finds your little downturned mouth when you’re sad or disappointed.
‘I can join in remotely,’ he says. ‘I’ll only need an hour.’
‘Ok,’ you say, distracted by the flight attendant bringing a tray into the cabin. There’s a silver cloche covering the contents, and Yoongi has a moment of horrified realisation just as the singing begins.
His eyes snap to yours, and he realises he’s doomed from the way you’ve got your hands clasped and are singing the birthday song with enthusiasm, if not talent.
Yoongi forces a pained smile as the flight attendant lifts the cloche to reveal a sprinkles-covered birthday cake, a funfetti monstrosity with his name on in gold letters.
He genuinely can’t think of anything that he hates more than this forced joviality.
Thankfully it’s over almost as soon as it’s begun.
Yoongi watches as you carefully cut him a slice and present it to him ceremoniously.
He takes a bite, and you say, ‘oh.’
You gesture to the corner of his mouth, and then, quickly, put a hand on his arm and use your other thumb to swipe the cream off his mouth.
‘Use your tongue next time,’ Yoongi suggests, just to watch the way your eyes widen like you’re a shocked Victorian maiden.
It always amuses him, your particular mix of shy and bratty.
You blink once, then you say, ‘I love licking cream off you.’
Yoongi nearly chokes on his cake, eyes fixed to your face.
Your words replay in his head, and there’s no way you didn’t mean them to sound as suggestive as they did.
You’re already turning away, reaching under the seat for your sweater.
‘Seokjin said you’d like a cream cake,’ you continue, slipping your sweater on.
Yoongi catches the barest hint of a smirk just as your face disappears momentarily under a wall of cream merino.
He manages to blank his expression before your face re-emerges, hair staticky and fluffed.
‘Seokjin’s full of helpful suggestions,’ Yoongi says.
‘He is suggestive,’ you mutter.
Yoongi laughs, and your eyes brighten.
You eat your cake in silence.
Yoongi’s sneaking glances at you as you chew, and when you set your fork down, he says, ‘hey.’
You lean closer, and Yoongi smooths a lock of hair back from your forehead.
‘Yoongi,’ you say, quietly, in that voice that melts him every time, ‘did you hate the fanfare with the cake very much?’
‘Yes, my love. Did it make you happy to watch me squirm?’
You can’t hide the gleeful quirk to your lips. ‘Yes. Sorry.’
You don’t sound sorry at all, but Yoongi forgives you anyway.
He sighs, exasperated. ‘What other surprises have you got planned?’
Your conversation is interrupted by the flight attendant collecting the trays, and when Yoongi looks back at you, you’re asleep again.
Yoongi reaches over, puts his hand on yours, and goes to sleep himself.
***
The night-time breeze is balmy but Yoongi doesn’t mind.
You’d slipped your hand into his as you started your walk along the cobblestoned streets of Avila, and he’s quite sure he’ll walk you to wherever you want to go, when you’re holding his hand like this.
You’re brushing your thumb along his knuckles, exploring the dips in between with an absent fondness that seems almost unintentional.
You turn to him, all bright and cheery despite the late hour, and Yoongi’s gaze falls to the low neck of your sundress.
He can see the tops of your breasts from here, the edge of your bra.
It’s red silk, a set he’d bought you a while ago that you’d discovered in his wardrobe and accused him of buying for himself.
Yoongi reaches out and strokes his own thumb over your collarbone, stopping at the hollow in the middle of your neck.
He presses, hard, and you bite your lip.
‘Yoongi?’ you ask, like you haven’t been teasing him since you got off the plane, getting dressed in red silk lingerie in front of him, asking him to help with the buttons on the front of your sundress, holding his hand when you know how it affects him.
Yoongi pushes his thumb into your skin, harder, sliding his other arm around your waist to steady you as you step back, back until you’re pressed against the stone wall of the church you were about to walk past.
‘Yoongi,’ you say, and if you have more to say Yoongi never hears it because of the blood rushing in his ears.
He kisses you, hot and demanding, tongue slipping into your mouth like a claim.
As always, you yield, throwing down any resistance with a willing abandon that floors him. Your hands fist handfuls of his jacket, and you tilt your head to let him kiss you deeper.
Yoongi cups the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, not wanting your head to hit the wall.
You respond by throwing your arms around his shoulders, pressing your body to his.
Your breasts press against his chest, your hips rock against his shamelessly.
Yoongi grinds his hardening cock into your softness to let you know just how into this he is.
You’re breathless, shivering against him, and Yoongi’s about to shrug off his jacket when you slide down onto your knees in front of him.
He stares down at you, breathless, as you press your lips to his groin, mouth along the outline of his erection.
He casts a glance around, but there’s no one to be seen in this quiet part of town, at this hour.
The night’s dark, the golden streetlights are far enough away from each other that the illumination doesn’t quite light up all the spaces in between.
You’re already unzipping his trousers, drawing him out, and you take him in with an eagerness that makes his cock leap.
God, you’re unbelievable.
Yoongi says, ‘wait,’ hoarsely, staggers two steps back to lean against the base of a statue.
He cups the back of your head as you start sucking him down in earnest, swallowing the tip of his cock down.
He arches his head back, glimpses the face of the statue, smiling down at him beatifically haloed by the darkness of the night sky.
You grab his ass, drag his hips forward like you’re trying to force him down you, and Yoongi’s lost, coming with a shout, spilling himself down your throat.
You lick him clean, and are zipping his pants back up when you’re pulled away from him.
You look up at him, confused.
Yoongi’s just as confused, but he doesn’t like the way the uniformed guard has your arms pinned behind you.
‘Hey,’ he starts, and then realises that another guard has slapped handcuffs on him.
You’re looking at the statue he’s leaning against.
There’s rapid-fire Spanish, beyond Yoongi’s rudimentary comprehension. The only words he can make out are ‘Santa Teresa.’
Yoongi’s bundled into the back of a police car next to you.
‘Fuck,’ you say, ‘I think they’re accusing us of defiling the statue of Saint Teresa of Avila.’
***
In the tiny cell, Yoongi shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders.
You look up at him.
‘I’m sorry,’ you say. You look so upset Yoongi’s already reaching out to hold you when a single tear streaks down your cheek.
‘For getting us arrested?’ he clarifies.
Instead of giggling like he expected you to, you let out a sob, and Yoongi, alarmed, tips your chin up to see your face.
‘It’s not the first time I’ve been arrested, don’t worry,’ he says, trying to be reassuring.
‘I’ve never been in jail before,’ you sob.
Yoongi strokes your hair.
‘Technically we’re not in jail,’ he stutters, flustered by your tears.
Your eyes flick to his, like you can’t believe how terrible he is at trying to comfort you when you’re crying.
In all honesty, Yoongi can’t blame you.
‘I called Seokjin, he’s getting my lawyers involved,’ Yoongi continues, because you’re still staring at him. ‘We’ll be out of here in no time.’
‘Your meeting,’ you say, gulping. ‘It’s in six hours.’
‘It’ll be fine,’ Yoongi says, quietly.
Your tears have stopped, and he can practically see the gears in your head turning as you get up and start pacing the cell.
‘I’m sorry,’ you say, stopping in front of him.
‘For what?’ Yoongi scoffs. ‘Giving me the best blowjob of my life against the statue of the patron saint of Avila?’
You let out a giggle that sounds completely involuntary.
Encouraged, Yoongi continues, ‘flying me out here in the middle of a busy work week to celebrate my birthday in a Spanish prison?’
This time, you laugh, and for the first time since you were both arrested, Yoongi feels the tenseness in his shoulders start to ease.
‘Jagiya,’ he says, and your eyes meet his. ‘Can you let me organise my own birthday celebrations next time?’
Your eyes begin to sparkle with that bratty gleam he loves.
You tilt your chin, a show of defiance, and Yoongi feels a dangerous tug at his heart.
‘What would you have planned?’ you ask.
‘Making you come with my tongue buried inside you,’ Yoongi replies.
He laughs as you still completely and let out a squeak.
‘Yoongi,’ you say, like you’re scandalised but he knows better. ‘That’s the kind of behaviour that got us thrown in here in the first place.’
‘You’re right,’ Yoongi agrees. ‘Come hold my hand instead.’
You look at his outstretched palm for a moment before you put your hand in his.
You sit next to him, and, carefully, with tentativeness, like you’re on a first date instead of being husband and wife, lean your head on his shoulder.
Yoongi lets out a breath and presses his cheek to the top of your head.
‘I love you, Yoongi,’ you say, very quietly.
Yoongi squeezes your hand, and holds you until the world around you falls away.
He sleeps.
***
The sound of footsteps approaching wakes Yoongi.
He looks up, careful not to jostle you against his chest. From the weight of you, you’re still sleeping.
The cell door unlocks, and the police officer gestures to him.
‘Your lawyer called. You’re free to go.’
You’re stirring beside him, looking up sleepily.
‘We’re being released,’ Yoongi tells you.
You nod.
You slip your hand into his and follow him to the open door of the holding cell.
‘Stop,’ the guard says. ‘She can’t go. Her paperwork hasn’t come through. It’s only you that can go.’
Yoongi’s already trying to step back into the cell when it closes.
He slips his arm through the bars to hold your arm.
Instead of dismay, there’s determination in your face.
You’re looking at the clock.
‘Yoongi, your meeting. It’s in twenty minutes. You’ve got time to conference yourself in.’
Yoongi doesn’t even blink.
‘Fuck that. There’s no way I’m leaving here without you.’
Not letting go of your arm, he takes the phone the guard hands him and is dialling when Kim Seokjin walks around the corner.
As always, he’s beautifully dressed, in a cream linen suit and crisp blue shirt unbuttoned to mid chest.
He speaks to the guard in Spanish, and in moments, the guard’s unlocking the cell to let you out.
Seokjin turns to Yoongi and you, that smirk on his face that’s always made Yoongi’s eye twitch.
‘I want to know more about the antics that got you thrown in here, but for now, there’s a car waiting outside that’s dialled into your shareholders meeting, Yoongi. Better get to it.’
‘Thanks, hyung,’ Yoongi says.
‘Happy birthday,’ Seokjin says, clapping him on the back.
‘Thanks.’
Yoongi grabs your hand and walks out with you and Seokjin.
He doesn’t look back.
***
Yoongi’s lying on his back in the beautiful villa you’d hired for your stay.
The gauzy curtains flutter in the salty ocean breeze, and the ceiling fan above the bed he’s lying in circles lazily.
Yoongi’s been watching you dry your hair for the past five minutes, and the glimpse of your naked back from the gaping lapels of the bathrobe you’re almost wearing has him harder than he feels comfortable admitting.
Fuck. There are times when he can’t believe you’re real.
‘Hey,’ he says, voice coming out deeper, lower than his usual tone. ‘Come here.’
You get up and head to the bed.
Yoongi tugs the knot in your robe, slips his hands over your bare thighs, loving how you part them so willingly for him.
‘Can I do what I wanted to for my birthday?’ he asks.
You frown at him. ‘It’s technically not your birthday anymore,’ you point out.
Yoongi scoffs. ‘Come sit on my face, don’t pretend you don’t want to.’
He slides his hands over your bare ass as you position yourself over his face.
You lean forward, one arm braced against the headboard, as Yoongi pulls you down onto his mouth.
He groans as he thumbs your folds apart to find you’re slick with arousal already.
He flattens his tongue to lick a broad stripe along your cunt.
Fuck, you sound so good when he’s eating you out.
You lean forward, moaning softly as he licks firmly at your clit, the tip of his tongue flicking out, making you gasp.
You shift, and your tits bounce, nipples hard and puckered, so pretty Yoongi pinches one to hear you squeal.
He laps at your arousal as he plays with your nipples. He knows how you love having your breasts played with, he loves how his touch can make you grind against his face, needy and gasping.
He flicks his tongue at your clit steadily, and you’re closing your eyes now, hips moving in that needy, uncoordinated way that they do when you’re close.
One of your hands lands on his head, fingers carding through his hair.
You tug, and Yoongi runs his teeth over your clit.
You cry his name, the last word you form before you’re coming all over his face.
Yoongi tugs you to him, holding you close as he turns you over so he can sink his cock in to the hilt.
You arch your back when he’s fully inside, letting out another pretty cry.
Yoongi’s cock throbs in your wet heat, the residual pulses of your orgasm milking him.
He groans as you wriggle beneath him.
‘Feels so good,’ you moan, tilting your hips to take more.
You so warm, so wet, so fucking tight that Yoongi’s spurting pre-come without even moving, ready to spill himself in you.
He grunts, and you squeeze him so tight that he’s on a hair trigger.
‘Yoongi,’ you plead. ‘I need —‘
‘I know, baby,’ he soothes, pressing a kiss to your warm face.
He moves, hitting deep, adjusting the angle of his hips to fuck into you the way he’s learned you like.
You’re so wet that every shift of his hips sounds obscene.
He pulls out, and re-enters you, the thick head of him stretching you open.
He stays like that, just the tip of his cock inside you, until you’re writhing, trying to buck up against him, to take more of him.
Yoongi leans down and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, and then you’re coming, thank god, because Yoongi can’t hold on anymore.
He buries himself inside you, all the way, and comes.
Yoongi’s never been a religious man, but this sure feels a hell of a lot like rapture to him.
He wraps his arms around you.
‘Happy birthday to me,’ he says, hoarse, exhausted.
‘Yeah, happy birthday,’ you say, muffled, into his neck.
‘I love you, jagiya.’
You pull a face.
‘Yeah, I can feel your love all the way down my thigh,’ you reply, disgruntled.
Yoongi musters a smirk as he flexes his cock inside you.
‘You can’t pretend to hate me when I’m still inside you.’
You change tack with breathtaking audacity. ‘I don’t hate you, Yoongi.’
‘I know,’ he replies, pressing a kiss to your forehead. ‘Now go to sleep so we can do this again.’
‘Thanks for not ditching me in jail,’ you say, yawning.
Yoongi’s heart gives an unexpected throb.
‘I never would,’ he tells you.
He’s not sure if you hear him, or if you’re already asleep.
©hamsterclaw 2023
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❝ 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 ❤ .ᐟ ❞ The dorm Celebrates your birthday, which somehow ends with an unexpected confession..
OCTAVINELLE / HEARTSLABYUL / POMEFIORE / DIASOMNIA / SAVANACLAW / SCARABIA + IGNIHYDE
GENDER NEUTRAL READER
The workers at Monstro lounge paced back and forth, preparing for the event they had planned a month prior. It was obvious to the others, just how much the tweels and Azul cared for y/n.
As they set up the last of the decorations, they heard people making their way to the door.
Azul carefully opened the door, to reveal a perfect set-up, the entire Monstro Lounge was decorated, with all your favorite foods on display, the door opened to cheers from fellow Octavinelle members, and your friends.
You were shocked and taken aback, you didn't expect the trio to prepare a party for you but the surprise was appreciated.
AZUL prepared for this event ages ago, predicting all the ways everything could go wrong. However he had not predicted and or prepared for you, being dragged off by your friends. He couldn't find time talking to you!!
Azul checked his watch, realizing he only had an hour to finish up with his plans, Azul made his way towards you and it took all his courage to stay composed. "Y/n, mind sparing me a few."
Azul and you sat beside each other, now outside.. Azul coughed a few times, most likely trying to regain his posture and courage from before. "Hey.. um, I got you this" the flustered man said, handing you something. "O-open it!"
GIFT:
Azul hadn't got a single hint of what you may have liked for your birthday, he kept putting off holding full on conversations with you, simply small talk here and there, yet somehow managed to become friends with you.
However, when shopping for a gift, Azul came across a beautiful pair of Octopus earrings, the colour matched his eyes, and embarrassingly enough. A small sense of possession came over him.
CONFESSION:
Y/n was about to leave, when Azul blurted out his feelings, sure it wasn't the fairytale confession he planned, but the clock struck 12 as he partially yelled the words "I love you" to the perfect.
The flustered man stood they're as he awaited a response, the perfect didn't miss a chance, a small chuckle escaped them "Could you say that again?"
Y/n was talking to Ace, when someone patted them on the back.. It was JADE, the eel asked them if they had some time, before casually dragging them out of the main area.
The perfect was taken aback by the action, it was uncommon for Jade to be so.. err... forceful? When they had reached an appropriate area, Jade apologized for his rude and abrupt actions. Only then did you notice the light blush on his face. You were about to make a comment on it but Jade stopped you in your tracks.
CONFESSION:
"I.." he paused, trying to recollect his composure, and for a second you could see the hesitation in his eye’s, this was new to him, he had never confessed to someone about his feelings before, this was surprising to him.
"You..?" the perfect teased, making it worse for the man to get his feelings across. "I like you" his voice was a bit above a whisper, and for a man as feared as he was, the sight was adorable. You'd be an idiot not to accept.
GIFT:
The new couple sat down on the bench, it was the last few minutes before your birthday ends, "Oh, I forgot to give this to you." He hands you a beautifully decorated box, inside was a handmade handkerchief. The needlework displayed an eel, wrapping itself around a hand. Presumably your hand...
FLOYD didn't bother asking permission for his little shrimpy, he just grabbed your hand and dragged you out. Floyd did make sure his grip was loose and that he wasn't forcing you to move, but you were used to this now. Following him to where he led, he probably had something to tell you, small or big.
GIFT/CONFESSION:
After dragging you to god knows where Floyd handed you something, it was wrapped up in a cute blue cloth, opening it you found a collection of decorative shells!! "I collected them for ya..."
Before you could reply Floyd abruptly and very casually says "Cuz I like ya"
© cupids-chamber, do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work without prior permission and or confirmation from me.
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WANNA GET BREAKFAST?
time skip + gn!reader | fluff (?), mutual pining w no resolution. Lol.
the first time atsumu shows up at your house this week is for a movie marathon. he moves through your home as if it was his own—no hesitation in opening cupboards he knows have bowls and cups, grabbing his go-to blanket from your closet, and taking up more space on the couch than you until you shove his legs away.
he falls asleep during the third movie, head on your shoulder and arm across your lap. when he wakes up, he denies your claims of him snoring and drooling on your shirt.
the second time he shows up is the morning after, 30 minutes after calling to ask if he left his charger in your living room.
you open the door to find him wearing pyjama pants and a shirt you bought him years ago as a birthday gift, hair still messy in a fluffy, you really want to reach out and touch it way. “mornin’.”
“good morning.”
otherwise wordlessly, you offer his charger and he wraps it up to fit nicely in his pocket. he thanks you, and you shift on your feet to lean against the door frame.
a beat passes where neither of you move to say goodbye.
“do you wanna grab breakfast together?” he asks suddenly.
“you want to spend another day with me?”
“woah, i never said that. just breakfast.”
it isn’t just breakfast. though you guessed as much hours ago.
you’re back in your room that evening laughing over things that happened years ago—things you’ve talked about a dozen times but never seem to grow tired of. your head is on his chest, and you can feel his laughter run through you while you reenact a god awful sex ed class that haunts you to this day.
atsumu stays until your eyes droop and you keep yawning, and he figures he should head home to make sure nothing somehow caught fire while he was away.
you manage to walk him to the door, and his hands find their way to pull the blanket tighter around your sleepy figure. “you sure you can make it back to bed?” he teases.
“goodnight, ‘tsumu.”
the third time, again, the morning after, atsumu doesn’t bother calling to check if you're home before you hear the doorbell ring.
“‘tsumu? did you forget something again?”
he doesn’t respond at first. he isn’t even looking at your face when he snickers. “yeah, actually. the sweater someone that isn’t me happens to be wearing.”
looking down, you see the familiar MSBY logo on your chest and feel your face warm. it hits you then that when you reached for your hoodie, it had been in the laundry, not at the corner of your bed.
maybe that's why you fell asleep to the smell of his cologne.
“...shut up.”
you move a little too fast to take it off, if only to cover your face by pulling it over your head. “didn’t say y’had to take it off.”
you freeze, and just like the day before, the both of you stare at each other for a second.
maybe two.
your hands let go of the sweater edge, clenching and unclenching your fists instead. “good. it’s comfy.”
“mhm,” he hums. “it suits you.”
ignoring the compliment, this time you’re the one who asks, “do you wanna get breakfast?”
he shoots you a smile. “sure. you paying?”
the fourth time that atsumu shows up, you’re the one who called.
“are you missing something?”
“what? am i s'pposed to say you?” he answers, voice still groggy.
yes, a part of you thinks. “no, idiot. you left your headphones here.”
“...oh.” there’s shuffling on the other side of the line, and you imagine he’s looking around to confirm as if you weren’t holding the headphones in your hand. “guess i did.”
“i’ll come over then. breakfast after?”
the question makes you smile. “yeah, but i’m too lazy to go out. wanna cook something?”
“fuck no.” atsumu lets out a breathy laugh. “how is cookin' any less work than going to a café?”
“okay, baby, do you want cereal?”
“woah, woah, woah, baby?” he asks loudly. the grin on his face is audible. “i knew y’had a crush on me.”
“that’s not—god, i’m hanging up on you.”
you don’t hang up. not until he finishes laughing and you hear him confirm, “be there in 20.”
it’s the fifth time atsumu comes over that really confuses you.
“why are you here?”
“that's how you greet your best friend?”
“stop it, you know what i mean. i didn’t find anything you left behind, we even double checked before you left,” you point out, brows furrowed.
“yeah, i know. kinda ruined my plan.” he pouts at you.
you blink back at him.
“what plan?”
atsumu, jokingly aghast, softly says your name. he drags out the last syllable in that teasing, endearing way that makes your stomach do a flip. “you think i’d just forget things i use regularly at your house 3 times in one week?”
“i—well,” you start and sputter. it sounds stupid to say now but, “i mean, yeah, i guess?”
a laugh escapes your best friend and even as your face warms in embarrassment, it's a nice sound. he leans in slightly, tilting his head. “and you call me the idiot?”
looking at the grin on his face, witty remarks, statements, any words at all flash in your head, none staying long enough for you to figure out what to say. your eyes flicker between him and anywhere, everywhere else.
cute, atsumu thinks.
maybe if you weren’t looking at the tree behind him, you would have noticed his eyes flicker between yours down to your lips.
they stay there, on your mouth, a little longer than he expects. only by a second, but whatever confidence atsumu has falters as his face starts to go red. clearing his throat, he moves back a breathable distance away.
“nevermind, you'll figure it out. you, uh, still wanna get breakfast?”
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Soul Timers - Ona Batlle x Reader
Summary: On your 18th birthday a timer appears on your wrist counting down the seconds until you meet your soulmate, today you meet yours.
A/N: A soulmate au was requested by @omi06 and Ona made her return to field today so I cranked this out pretty quickly.
The timer on your wrist might be the bane of your very existence.
Every day since you turned 18, the stupid thing has been counting down the seconds until you would meet your so-called perfect match.
Every day for almost six years and yet somehow today is supposed to be that day. Today, the day when you start your new job as a member of the training staff at Manchester United’s youth academy.
The only thing you find yourself thinking as you sit in your car and watch the numbers continue to drop is that it better not be a member of the U-21 team you’re supposed to train because that would lose you your job before you can even start it.
Taking a deep breath, you get out of your car and head into Carrington’s main building.
The onboarding paperwork is fairly simple and before long you find yourself being given a tour of the facilities. The last stop of the tour is the film room where the team is finishing up a review of their last game and you walk in just as the lights come up.
“Alright everyone, this is the newest member of our training staff,” the manager says, “go on and introduce yourself.”
“Howzit, I’m Y/N but just about everyone calls me Y/N/N. I’m gonna be your new strength coach but I’m mostly here to help make sure your bodies are in the best possible shape so you don’t pick up any preventable injuries.”
The team takes their time introducing themselves and much to your relief, a glance at your wrist reveals that you still have some time left.
With that panic out of the way, you spend the rest of your work day very relieved as you get acclimated to your surroundings and begin coming up with training plans for the upcoming season, including some fitness testing.
It isn’t until you’re on your way back to your car and hear a voice calling out for you that the panic resurfaces.
Turning towards where the voice came from you're surprised to see both Ella Toone and Alessia Russo jogging towards you holding gear bags.
“Y/N/N,” Ella says, dropping her bag to throw her arms around you, “Long time no see.”
“Hey Tooney, Less,” you reply, returning the hug and giving Russo one when she reaches you, “It’s been a minute, hasn’t it?”
“Of course it has, you birk,” Less says, pushing your shoulder, “You move back to Newcastle and start acting like you don’t know anyone. What are you doing here?”
“You’re looking at the newest strength and injury prevention manager for the U-21s,” you say showing your work ID.
The piece of plastic is quickly ripped from your hand by Tooney, which isn’t all that surprising but you are shocked when Less cuffs her ‘round the head for it.
“Come out with us to celebrate,” Tooney says, handing it back to you.
“I don’t know, El,” she cuts you off before you can finish coming up with a good excuse.
“You have to Y/N, we haven’t seen you in forever please,” she whines.
Turning to look at Russo you could immediately tell that she wasn’t going to help you get out of this, not if the slightly hopeful look in her eyes is anything to go off of.
“Fine,” you say, giving in, “Text me where to meet you, my number is the same.”
The celebration from the two Red Devils is instant and you can’t help but smile at their antics.
No more than two hours later, you find yourself entering the bar where you were told to meet them.
It doesn’t take them too long to spot you, or vice versa, as Tooney, clearly already a couple of drinks in, gets up on her chair and yells your name across the bar.
Shaking your head, you cross the room and approach the booth where they’re sitting with a couple of what you assume to be their teammates.
When you reach, you’re immediately pulled into a seat as Ella launches into introductions.
“That’s Millie, Katie, Mearps, Kirky,” she pauses, “Where’s Ona?”
“She went to the loo, she’ll be back in a moment,” the newly identified Mary explains in a gentle but no less exasperated tone.
“Oh, alright,” Ella says, completely unbothered by this probably not new information. “Anyway, this is Y/N/N, she’s the new trainer with the U-21s.”
“That’s cool,” Millie says, “How do you know these two?”
“Youth teams,” you, Less, and Toone answer simultaneously.
To your left, you can hear Kirsty mutter about how ‘that wasn’t creepy at all’ but she cuts herself off with a groan, presumably from the way Katie throws her elbow into the forward's side.
“You play,” Katie asks, acting like she hadn’t just assaulted her friend.
“Used to.”
“Why’d you stop,” Kirky asks, recovered from her incident.
“Tore my ACL at 17 then tore the opposite one while rehabbing,” you explain. “Figured I’d quit wasting my time, start putting my brain to use and try to figure out why ACL injuries are more common in women.”
You’re used to the shocked silence you get when you explain why you’ve stopped playing at what you study but somehow this is unlike anything you’ve dealt with before.
The silence is only broken when someone new approaches the table.
“What’d you say to get these chicas to finally shut up,” the stranger asks, voice heavily accented, “I’m Ona, you are the friend Lessi was telling us about?”
“That’s me, Y/N,” you say, standing up and sticking your hand out for her to shake.
The moment your palms touch, it’s like the world begins to move in slow motion; the music in the bar is no longer too loud and your wrist feels like it’s on fire.
You can tell that the woman, Ona, is experiencing the same thing because she can’t stop glancing between your face and your joined hands.
It’s impossible to know how long the two of you stand there staring at each other but eventually, you’re broken out of your trance by wolf whistles from the rest of the gathered footballers.
Turning to the table, you’re instantly annoyed to see Ella pushing a tenner into Alessia’s hand.
Looking back at Ona you speak, “Let me buy you a drink?”
She nods so you use your joined hands to pull her along with you toward the bar ignoring the way her team gets louder as you walk away.
After securing your drinks and a couple of seats at the bar, the two of you find yourselves drawn into a conversation that lasts hours.
It isn’t until Millie comes to tell you that they’re getting ready to head out that you part with the promise of you taking her on a proper date in the near future.
6 months later.
You wake up sweating and, just like you have nearly every day for the past few months, with an asleep Ona curled into your chest, legs tangled with your own.
You’d love to stay curled up with her like this for the rest of the day but unfortunately, you have to go supervise the morning lift for your team.
Much to both your pleasure and displeasure, all attempts to leave the bed are only met with Ona wrapping her arms around you tighter.
“Ona,” you say softly, “you’ve got to let go, I need to get to work.”
“No,” she says, not releasing you.
“Love, please.”
“No, quédate aquí, es muy temprano.”
“I can’t stay here,” you respond, chuckling softly, “I’ll bring you coffee when I come back but I have to make sure the girls don’t kill themselves playing with the weights.”
Finally, you feel her loosen her grasp enough for you to slip out of bed.
Getting ready quickly, you aren’t surprised when you poke your head back into the room and see her still asleep and curled around your pillow.
Walking back in, you drop a quick kiss onto her forehead and whisper your goodbyes before starting to slip back out of the room.
“Te amo,” you hear her say sleepily behind you.
“Love you too.”
You finally make your way out of her flat and a few hours later you find yourself reentering it but now armed with a fresh cup of coffee as promised.
But while you had expected to see at least one sign that Ona had woken up in the time since you left, there isn’t any. A quick nudge of the bedroom door open reveals that Ona is laying in the same position you left her in.
Shaking your head, you place the cup down on the dresser before stripping down and climbing into the bed next to her.
It takes mere moments before she’s wrapped around you again, her body instantly finding yours like a heat-seeking missile.
Smiling to yourself, you get comfortable and find yourself drifting back to sleep with your soulmate pressed against you.
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Happy Birthday @jeremymarsh💕🎂 I hope you've had the best day! Enjoy a little InuKag fluff that goes along with @clearwillow's amazing art that you can see here.
Springtime Naps
She had forgotten how much she enjoyed sitting in the grass, appreciating the earth around her. Spring was in full bloom, with flowers coloring the fields and the cloudless sky giving her a perfect view of the village, of her home. Sighing happily, Kagome leaned back on her hands, aware of soft footsteps approaching behind her, his aura caressing hers in a loving way.
“Whatcha doin’ up here by yourself, wife?”
“Just admiring the view.”
He didn’t say anything, just merely collapsed to the ground beside her and snuggled his way into her, his head perched on her thigh. While this particular position wasn’t new to them, Inuyasha having done so outside of their home was. Running her fingers through his silver locks, she thought back on the last year, the year she returned to the place she now considered home.
It was late into last spring when the well reopened and she was married to Inuyasha by the end of the summer, taking the time to build a home together. The image of her husband cursing up a storm when he clipped his finger as he hammered down the roof, made her giggle.
“Oi, what’s so funny?” His deep voice pulled her from the memory, Inuyasha pulling her fingers from his hair to intertwine his own with hers.
“I was just thinking about the past year, particularly when we built our home and you being on the roof.”
“You were laughing because I kept hurting myself with that damned hammer.” he wasn’t angry at her, but the faint blush of his cheek told her he was still slightly embarrassed at reacting the way he did by the time the roof was finished. He all but flung the hammer into the woods and somehow managed to hit Miroku as he was walking down the path towards their home. Sango almost beheaded Inuyasha for knocking her husband out when he was supposed to be helping her deep clean their home. That had been a day to remember.
“It’s amazing how many hits Miroku has gotten over the years and he’s still the same, just like my favorite hanyou.” She teased him, leaning down to place a quick peck to his warm cheek.
“Favorite? You only know two other hanyou. I don’t think that’s a good enough title.”
“How about my favorite husband?”
“Now you’re gonna get it.” Using his youkai speed, he managed to flip their positions, so her head now settled in his lap and his fingers danced along her side, making Kagome squeal. Begging for him to stop, he repeated her action from earlier and placed a kiss to her cheek, his happiness contagious. Her yawn snuck up on her, causing Inuyasha to chuckle as he shifted his leg once more, making her as comfortable as possible.
Closing her eyes, basking in the sun's warmth, she felt him recline his body, their hands somehow still intertwined as if it were their lifeline.
The last thing Kagome thought before she fell into a light doze was the quick prayer to whatever kami was listening that they would have peaceful springtime naps together for the rest of their lives.
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can you do yelan for prompt number 1? maybe like the reader is a very well known private detective and Yelan was aware of their skills and cases? ^^
“Why don’t you just quit and work for me instead?”
characters: Yelan x gn!reader
warnings: none
a/n: I planned on posting this yesterday, but I didn't manage to finish it, so it's a nice coincidence than today is Yelan's birthday.
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Yelan
Yanshang Teahouse. If anybody had told your past self how often you found yourself inside of it these past couple of months, you would have called them a liar, but as the people hiring you to investigate for them began paying more and your reputation steadily grew a lot of things changed for you.
And while it started out as a single visit, your curiosity about what made this place so special that people were ready to play a lot of Mora to get a table, eventually gaining the upper hand, only for you to meet a stranger that knew too much and seemed more than happy to provide you with helpful clues from time to time… As long as you payed the entrance fee for the Teahouse, of course.
“No. You’re cheating. These dice are weighted. I can smell it”, you tried your best not to show your despair too much as yet another round was won by your opponent, making your purse a little bit lighter once again. Only for you to be greeted with a smile that both seemed to confirm your suspicion while also making you question whether or not you were talking complete nonsense. The woman on the opposite side of the table not having to worry about anyone else hearing your accusation, seeing as there was no one but the two of you present..
“Are you sure that it’s treachery you’re smelling and not the tea you have been so awfully neglecting all this time?”, came the quip you should have expected from Yelan as she leaned slightly forwards, pointing towards the cup on your left, causing you to let out a long drawn out sigh before taking a sip.
“Anyway, I’ve heard you’re working on one of your little cases again”, she stated, finally revealing why she called you here at this hour of the day, the fact that she knew both slightly unsettling you while not coming as a surprise in the slightest. “And while I can’t tell you anything that would help you, I’ve heard that there’s someone who has quite a bit to say”, she continued.
“...Why are you helping me?”, you asked the question floating inside your mind for as long as the two of you knew each other. For someone simply operating a Teahouse, even if this luxurious, she seemed to know a lot, and while you knew what her answer would be if you asked how she knew all of this, having heard it countless of times before, it still didn’t explain why she’d tell you all of this, her weighted dice not exactly marking her down as someone driven by honesty and justice.
Before getting an answer however, you saw her signal towards the dice, causing the urge to let out yet another sigh to return in full force. “With how much money you leave here each time you visit, I might as well try and make it up to you every once in a while”, Yelan answered, causing this whole thing to feel even more fishy for you. But before you had time to voice any of your thoughts, the sound of a few dice being thrown interrupted you.
Both of you quickly took turns in rolling the dice, only for you to be the winner for once. But while some might have celebrated their rare win by buying something to drink with the money they had just won, you knew better than to siphon the money immediately back to the owner of the Teahouse. That, and you knew better than to believe you had somehow bested Yelan in a game of luck, knowing that there was rarely anything, if at all, that she let luck decide on.
“Hmm, seems like you’ve won.”
“Mhm, how surprising. That being said, you can put the weighted dice back now, no need to keep them in such a tight grasp”, you responded while staring at her other hand that remained conspicuously balled into a fist.
“Anyway”, you quickly changed the subject back to what was on your mind, “how do you really end up with all of this information, Miss ‘I simply like to listen in on customers’?”, you probed her once again, not expecting her answer to differ from the many other times you had asked before but being open to any surprises.
Instead, you were greeted with silence. The person opposite of you staring you in the eyes as a mysterious smile made its way onto her face.
“Why don’t you just quit and work for me instead? I’m sure a lot of your questions would get answered”
Yelan had long abandoned the idea of working with others, still not completely over the loss of her previous teammates. And while her skills had certainly improved since those days, her attitude about risking others did not…
But seeing the way you worked did make her curious. The few times she saw you get in trouble with a suspect, you managed to hold your ground remarkably well, while also knowing when to let others do the fighting. You were quick to pick up details, no matter how small they were, certainly making it so that you would be a huge help. Last but not least, you were seemingly starting to suspect something wasn’t like it seemed with her. And while there were certainly other ways she could make sure you kept your mouth shut, she had to admit that she preferred recruiting you in some way to the alternatives.
“I… don’t know. A detective working in a Teahouse? Don’t take me wrong, but I feel like that would be somewhat… unfitting”, you answered uncertain, nervously looking around as to make sure there was no personal that might take offense with what you were saying.
You know what? Maybe it was still some time until you figured out what exactly seemed fishy about her. But once you would, Yelan would know and ask again. If you turned out to be as reliable as she thought.
As the two of you said your goodbyes and you made your way towards the door, you stopped dead in your tracks once Yelan called out for you one last time, causing you to turn back towards her.
What you were greeted with was her presenting you with the fist she hid the dice in, only to open it and reveal it was empty all along, a satisfied smile on her face as she opened her mouth.
“I never hid my dice. I switched them with yours.”
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"Kaufman Shoes" ~ S. Harrington
Summary: When Steve and Lori run into Y/N once again, Lori is determined to make Steve ask Y/N out on a date.
Pairing: Single Dad!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1,404
Content Warning: mentions of food, honestly i think that might be it? but as i always say, let me know if i missed anything!
Genre: Fluff
Extra Notes: i know that light up sneakers aren't historically accurate but this is my world and i make the rules
Based On: a conversation me and @dungeons-are-too-cold had lol
Originally Written: 10/14/2022
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"Daddy, are we almost there yet?" Lori asked for probably the twentieth time before taking a sip of her apple juice.
"Almost, bub," Steve answered, reaching over to give her a reassuring caress of the cheek.
Steve was almost regretting his decision to bring his daughter along on his shopping trip. Though he made sure to pack her favorite Scooby-Doo plush and multiple Barbie dolls, he knew she'd get impatient after a while, and that was a breeding ground for a tantrum, which no one wants to be a part of.
But Saturdays were Lori days. One of his two days off, Saturdays were set aside to spend time with his daughter. Normally, it would be spent playing Barbies in her Townhouse (courtesy of Dustin, who'd begged Steve to let him buy it for her birthday) or taking her to the Hawk to see whatever movie she'd been begging to watch.
However, when Steve got the news that Family Video was hiring a second manager, he leaped at the opportunity. He didn't see any reason not to—similar hours, extra pay, and it came with health insurance. Unfortunately, this meant spending his Saturday looking for a suit and dress shoes for his interview.
Luckily, Steve was able to bribe his daughter with a Happy Meal afterward if she promised to be on her best behavior. Of course she'd promised she would, but Steve secretly had his doubts.
Soon enough, they'd finished the half-hour drive into Lafayette, Steve parking as close to the building as possible so as to not wear Lori's legs out any more than he had to.
"Up," she requested as he helped her out of her car seat, her little hands doing a grabbing motion to signal what she wanted.
Steve sighed, regretting his decision to teach her what the word "up" meant. "OK, but just until we get in the store. Daddy's gonna need his arms to try on some clothes."
"OK," she hummed, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as he lifted her.
Steve closed the car door with a slight slam! before walking into Kaufman Shoes, apprehension weighing heavy on his shoulders as soon as he walked in the front door.
"Welcome to Kaufman's- hey, it's you!"
He immediately laid his eyes on Y/N, who somehow managed to look even prettier than she had in Family Video.
"Hey," he smiled, trying to hide the fact that he was nearly blushing at the mere sight of her.
"And you!" she grinned, walking around the counter to greet Lori. "I love those shoes. Too bad we don't sell anything near as chic as those."
Lori giggled as she showed off her favorite sneakers. "They light up when I stomp!"
Y/N let out an excited gasp. "Can you show me?"
Lori nodded before swiveling her head to face Steve again. "Down, please."
He chuckled as he placed the girl on the ground. "Be gentle though. Don't want you making too much noise, OK?"
Lori let out a nod before stomping hard on the beige carpet. She giggled as butterflies on the ends of her shoes lit up neon pink. "See?"
Y/N bent down, her face lighting up almost as much as the shoes on Lori's feet. "Woah! Those are so cool! Can I borrow them sometime?"
Lori's lips scrunched together as she thought about her answer. "Well, I'm not sure they'll fit, but if you can squeeze into them, sure."
Steve chuckled at his daughter's politeness, leaning down to leave a kiss on her hairline. "That's very sweet of you, Lori-girl."
Y/N's hands clasped together, turning her attention back to her actual job. "So, what can I help you with, Steve?"
Steve exhaled, nervously wiping his palms on his jeans. "I'm on the hunt for a suit and some nice shoes."
Y/N nodded understandingly. "Mhm. Any particular style?"
He let out an awkward and embarrassed huff. "I'm gonna be honest, I haven't gone shopping for a suit since my high school graduation three years ago," he admitted, a bashful blush creeping into his cheeks.
She gave him a sympathetic smile, leading him toward the back of the store. "I think I know just the place to start."
Steve found himself popping in and out of the dressing room, modeling various suits, looking to Y/N and Lori for approval. For what felt like hours (but in reality was only about forty-five minutes), he tried on suit after suit, hoping something would check all the boxes on his mental checklist.
"OK, how about this one?" he asked, making his way out of the dressing room in a basil green suit, the tailored pants accentuating the length of his legs perfectly.
Lori stood from her spot on the floor, grip tight around her Barbie doll. She walked up to Steve, her head swiveling up and down to look him over. "Hmm, do you think it'll match the tie I picked out for you?" she asked.
Steve's expression softened as he looked down at the girl. "You picked out a tie for me?"
"Mhm," she answered, motioning over to Y/N, who was holding onto the tie for Lori.
Y/N held up the tie, showing off its blue and green paisley print. "Didn't she do such a good job?" she asked, a smirk tugging at her lips.
The print was less than attractive to Steve, but he could never say no to those rosy cheeks and silky pigtails. "I think it'll match perfectly," he said with a nod.
Another twenty minutes later, Steve had finally found a pair of shoes that complemented the suit he'd decided on.
The three made their way to the checkout counter, Lori's legs wrapped tight around Steve as she sat on his hip. "Pssst," she whispered in his ear, sitting her chin lightly on his shoulder.
"Yeah?" he chuckled as he placed his items on the counter.
"You should ask her on a date," she said softly.
Steve's cheeks heated up even hotter than they had the first time he'd met the woman standing across from him. "Lorraine, what has gotten into you?"
"Well, what else would you need a suit for?" she shrugged, this time speaking at normal volume. "Don't people usually wear suits on dates?"
Y/N giggled as she finally understood the topic of their conversation. "I agree, Lori. It's a very nice suit to wear on a date," she added. "What's the occasion anyway, Steve?"
"A job interview," he answered proudly. "Not many dates on my agenda."
Y/N zipped up the garment bag before carrying it around the checkout counter. "But you aren't completely opposed to the idea of adding a date to your agenda?" she smirked, holding out the bag.
Steve nearly shivered as his fingertips brushed against hers. "I suppose not."
"Well, I think any woman would find you as attractive as I do when you're wearing that suit," she blushed.
Steve stumbled over his words as he attempted to find something to play along with her idea. "W-would you? Maybe wanna go on a d-date or something?"
"Hmmm," she said, thinking over her answer. "Will you be wearing something as handsome as your new suit?"
His cheeks flushed even more red than they already were. "If you wanted me to."
"Then it's a date," she nodded. "If you want it to be."
"I-I'd love that," he stammered. "When are you free?"
"Saturday nights after work usually work for me, if that's good with you. I understand if you have prior commitments."
Steve turned his head to face Lori, who was now sporting a proud smile. "What do you think, Lori-girl? Would next Saturday be OK with you? Would you wanna spend next Saturday with Maxi? I know we usually spend Saturdays together but would you be OK with that?"
Lori nodded, proud of herself for her successful session of matchmaking.
"How does 7:00 sound? Maybe we could meet up at that new Italian restaurant that just opened up in Hawkins? If that isn't too far out of your way," Steve fretted.
A smile once again made its way to Y/N's mouth. "Sounds perfect."
And with that, Steve and Lori made their way to the BMW, Steve mentally preparing himself for his first date since Lori had been born… and Lori planning through all the ideas she had to make Steve and Y/N's date the most memorable date they'd ever been on.
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Ahn Yujin - I only need you
Pairing: Ahn Yujin x Female Reader
Fandom: IZ*ONE / IVE
Summary: During her birthday Yujin only needs her girlfriend to be fully happy.
A/N: Happy Birthday to our sweet and lovely puppy🐶 Such a sweet person and incredible leader only deserves the best❤ (On my old blog it was posted on Yujin's birthday)
3rd's POV
There were moments where you wondered how was Yujin so strong when it came to keeping you close to her.
And it was one of them.
It was Yujin's birthday today and you woke up in her bed at IVE's dorms. The girls invited you over to spend some time together and because it got late and the next day were Yujin's birthday, she told you to just sleep here.
You planned to go make some breakfast for Yujin and the girls but unfortunately for you Yujin wasn't planning on letting you go any time soon, she made sure that her grip on you made it clear.
"Baby~ Stayyyyy" Yujin whined softly because of how tired she still was making you coo at how cute she was. You let her pull you even closer while cuddling back into her chest earning a content sigh from her.
"Good" She mumbled and slowly fell back asleep while you played softly with her hair.
Around an hour later you somehow managed to slip out of your girlfriend's arms before making your way to the kitchen and cooking some food for the girls who just like their leader decided to sleep longer. They worked hard enough to be able to do that on their day off after all.
When you were singing and dancing softly to After Like while cooking, you didn't noticed another presence until you felt a pair of arms around you and a head on your shoulder. A familiar scent and warmth enveloped you and the happiness that you always felt only around one girl took over you.
You turned around while wrapping your arms around Yujin's neck only to be met with her smiling down at you.
You loved that smile.
You furrowed your eyebrows playfully before saying "Why are you so ridiculously tall huh?" Yujin laughed at your words before leaning down and quickly pecking your nose "You're just short baby"
You pouted at her while Yujin only smiled at you sweetly before changing the subject "So, want to tell me why you left me alone in bed on my birthday?"
You turned back around "I'm making you and the rest some breakfast. I wanted to do that because you work so hard to be where you are, figured I'll make you some breakfast so you can relax on your day off" You didn't saw that but Yujin couldn't stop looking at you with the most loving eyes while you explained what you were doing.
She loved you so much.
While you were finishing cooking, Yujin was placing soft and delicate kisses on your neck in a comfortable silence until a groan broke it. Both of you turned your heads to see the rest of the girls looking at you. The one who groaned was Rei who looked at you both with a playful disgust on her face while the rest looked amused.
"You're both so sickly sweet, it's disgusting" Rei said while going to sit down "You're just jealous that Jiwon isn't giving you any kisses. Just confess already you two" Yujin's comment made everyone laugh while Rei only glared at her with Jiwon giggling behind her.
When all of them were sitting at the table you gave them their breakfast, even stealing a quick kiss from your girlfriend earning a big round of appreciation coming your way. During the breakfast all of you talked and joked around feeling incredibly comfortable with each other.
After everyone were done eating you and your girlfriend went on the couch with Yujin pulling you into her arms. Some show played in the background but both of you couldn't care less about it at the moment, too busy with each other.
"We still have the whole day to spend your birthday in the best way so what do you want to do birthday girl?" You asked her softly making Yujin smile more "I just want to rest and hold you for a while longer" She didn't even had to think about it, she already knew what she needed at the moment.
"I'm serious baby" You laughed, cuddling more into her chest. Yujin hugged you tighter and quickly but honestly replied "I'm serious too babe. You're always all I need. As long as I have you, I don't need anything else"
You became silent at her words. A big warmth enveloped your heart and you couldn't believe that this girl was really yours. It was all too good to be true sometimes but it somehow was and Yujin never failed to show you that.
"Well.... I guess we can cuddle more and then maybe go for some ice cream and a walk before my surprise. But only for an hour okay?"
It definitely wasn't an hour but none of you were complaining about it.
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Armchair
Pairing: Victor von Doom X Witch!Reader.
Word count: 401 words.
Summary: You tried to not use magic to assemble your new armchair.
Warnings: Magic.
A/N: This is my gift for @rodtsssss-blog. HAPPY BIRTHDAY RODRI!
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Victor von Doom looked curiously at the package he had just taken, the sender was you, but he found it strange that you had asked for it to come to him instead of your home.
He didn't know what it was, but his suspicions were high when he saw the shipping address. He knew you were a witch and that this might be a magical item. You weren't good at modern technology so it was very strange to him so what could it be?
He wondered what you had bought as the products you used to use were not sold just like that in the supermarkets in town or at least not the ones he knew about.
He looked at the seal on the box, it was your magic symbol, there wasn't much doubt that the package was for you. He began to open the box with a large fork and slowly knowing well how dangerous it could be to open it unprepared, and when he peeled off the last layers of paper, what he found was an electric chair. He stared at the chair confused, you had never asked for something like this before, but now he feared he had messed things up, maybe it was a gift for him and he had already opened it.
He was startled when he heard you, and then he asked you about the chair.
“I thought it was nice," you replied. You raised your arms a little, you would put it together with your magic.
“You don't need magic to put it together, it's very simple, you just have to follow the instructions," Victor said when he saw you.
“No, it's not easy. "
“Come on, you can try. "
You made a grimace, but you would try, you started to see the instructions, even if he said that you had to follow the instructions.
You grimaced, but you would try, you started to look at the instructions, and even though he said they were simple, after almost an hour, you managed to finish it.
“You saw it wasn't that hard... "
The armchair somehow fell apart.
“I give up if you want to assemble it yourself," you answered.
“I... I... have things to do in my lab," he immediately left.
“I knew it wasn't going to work “and with a wave of your hand, you put it together, magic never failed you.
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Its Monday again. I had a great birthday weekend. We watched... pepsi,where's my jet?On Netflix I recommend it. Then we watched love on the spectrum and down for love. I wait months to watch the new seasons. My Chloe and Emily. My Chloe went back home. As much as I'm so happy to see her. I was so sad when she left. The loneliness. The tears. I don't cry much when I do. Its jus painful. I miss her so much. I have to tend to my merlin and peaches. I jus can't pick up and go anymore. They jus can't pick up and leave they have responsibilities. It takes months before I see her again. I crave championship. I tried online dating. But I don't think I want that kind of a relationship. I jus want my kids back. Its been years. I'm still not over it. Why do I have to be the one. That will never get over the empty nest syndrome. They say you get over it or you don't. I didn't probably never will. My Chloe is my soulmate. Soulmates come in many different ways animals kids mothers dads aunts uncles friends... not only man and woman relationships. But all kinds. Chloe was my champion from the time she was born. I loved her with everything I had. We went everywhere together up until she was 24. She never slept out. She was always home. I never never never had a problem with her. What a great kid. I feel like the universe tortures me. I have no idea what I did to deserve this continued pain. Of her growing up moving on. She jus moved to far. I don't know how to spend jus a day with her. Has to be days. Its so hard to let her go. I watch the Simmons3. Bout a mother lost her 3 kids in a drunk driver accident. I want to tell that woman. Not only does she help keep drunk drivers off the street. But she helps me feel better. Its sad I know. But the empty nest syndrome. You grieve like they are gone. You grieve... you jus don't cry you grieve. The first couple years I cried everywhere everyday. I tried to tell myself I still have my kids. They are alive and well doing what I instilled in them growing up. Independent women. My cats do every thing they can. We are here for you momma. Please don't cry. They take the pieces put me back together. They know when I'm sinking. They stick to me like glue. My job is starting to suck now too. We use to be able to take the hours...if we finished up early. But now that ended. I pile up my targets looks like I'm working 10 hours. Jus for my boss to come in say can you handle that? I say yes because I'm doing in it 4. Only to take work from me. Because she doesn't think I can handle it. But I'm not really working it. That fucking easter cart been out set up for months now. Don't adjust the time on it jus act like its not out. We have to make it up somehow. Considering the wear and tear on our cars and phones. But I still like my job. Gift card resets are coming up again. The managers love me because I jus throw them out. Everyone I work with is a joy. Molly is a joy. We try to get together so if I have a job. Thats insane I call Molly. 5 hours of awesome. We talk laugh. I keep telling her she's to good for this. She incredibly smart. The girl is gifted. She's jus this little thing talks me down when I start to loose it. The gift cards are a nightmare. I start my shit. She knows how to deal with me. We are soulmates. She sees the little things I see the big picture. We both suffer depression its like therapy to us. Start my day now. Thanks for listening. I tell ya one thing bout Tumblr. Even though we don't talk. No matter how far I go no matter how long im gone. You know who you are. You never leave me. Thanks for the devotion it truly means alot to me oxoxox.
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𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂
Summary; reader works in office, Ichigo is a doctor who travels for his jobs sake. He comes back home for new years to see his wife. Expressing long sweet words in the process.
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲: not smut, soft, loveable
♡-𝓬𝓱𝓽; ichigo (bleach)
There. I was sitting down shielding my head from the noisy world surrounding me. I was in a work environment, which it’s an office full of employees who work in the same space as me. It was almost 5 minutes before I officially clock out, and leave. Which is what I’m looking forward to tonight. It’s new year’s eve, meaning I have one full day to rest being tomorrow and then I’m going back to work all over again. As much as it sounds nerve wrecking, I don’t think I can do it at all. Everyday feels like I’m opening the same envelope. Time, and time again. I sleep for 6 hours at night, barley get breakfast in the morning, or even a lunch cause there’s never a break. Just an endless cycle that won’t end. But tonight I also get to see my husband. Me, and him have been married 5 years in the making. He’s became a doctor which was 4 years ago, he moves one place to another. One week it’s Africa, next week it might be Europe. We call often, which he’s always the one checking up on me all the time. I remember the last time we were united together…was last year at Christmas. There wasn’t much to say, or talk about cause we genuinely don’t know what either are up to at this point.
TICK TOK TICK TOK! The clock screamed to 6pm. Which it was my time to clock out, and leave. There were many things to prepare for especially tonight. Which I was in a typical rush. I got up from my seat, wrapping my cotton clothed flannel coat around my upper body, practically hugging my waist. Scooting my chair in the empty space I was in, grabbing my white tote bag. Ichigo bought me bags alot from his trips back home throughout the years of us being together, or often sent them as a gift. Somehow this one managed to be my favorite one from last year around my birthday. He wasn’t here to give it to me, but he wrote his trips single handily of his adventures around the globe, He’s a great storyteller, when we first met all he talked about were stories of him conquering evil spirits. That I’ve never believed obviously, he’s always had those silly made believe fantasy’s running through his head. If he told anyone else he’d probably be diagnosed schizophrenic, and sent to an facility. I rubbed the bag motioning my hands on the diligently bold fabricated letters. Which I loved the design, and material.
My hands stroke the bag as I’m walking slowly through the building to enter the elevator. My phone begins to ring. BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ!!! I look down at my vibrating purse, stopping for a second. Freeing my phone from my bag, Inching it to my site to see what it might be. Clutching my superbly sharp phone, I see it’s Ichigo. I guess my thoughts synced, we both thunk about each other at the same time??? He never calls me when the sunsets, it’s more when it rises over here in Karakura. I hit a green circular button on my phone, choosing with my own free will to answer it.
“Hello,” I muster to say.
“Hi baby, how was your day.” He says asking a question.
“My day was pretty long, about you?”
“My day was pretty wild. I’m still at the airport…I-“ his phone breaks up due to bad cellular reception surrounding him.
“-I miss you, what are we eating tonight?” cutting back on to finish what he was saying before.
“It’s a surprise, you’re just going to have to find out.” I chuckle into the phone at my noticeable joke. He dislikes when I make these jokes, always with a disgusted mugged face. My mind flashes from a while back, when we were close.
“Seriously??? Aw man, I’ll be there in a few love.” He said. You honestly love it when he called you pet names it had a ominous chokehold over your neck, and heart. If it took a breath a day out of your lifespan you would die from suffocation.
“Okay bye, I love you.” Your face widened and so did your grin. Even after a long time of not seeing this man he still managed for you to feel nervous. You had this man the same way. But you already knew that.
“I love you more.” He said, as you could hear his face, and heart twittering around like a mad bird who’s been chasing around for a worm.
You hung up ending the call. As you open your car door.
Driving into the crowded city, people were posted everywhere. Bars, restaurants, even some of the streets were closed due to the parades tonight. Making some streets not able to enter, and being shortened.
Once you made it to the store you knew what you were getting. Pasta, bread, and dessert. Maybe even wine, or flowers if they were even in stock. Alot of people celebrate with their loved one on new years, wouldn’t it be exactly silly to believe those last things were even available??? That wasn’t my mindset at the moment, I just had to get in and get out.
I make my way home, it’s practically dark in this uptown apartment. It takes about 30 minutes to drive here but it’s worth it, seeing all the beautiful countryside surrounding it. Especially in your house, outside you got the perfect view of the city, which was spectacular. All the flashing lights, celebrations. You could see anything, as if you were superman in the air staring down on humanity.
You decided to settle down for awhile, the tv on in the back. As your head marinated with your back pressed on the bed. The cloth protecting your skin was pure silk, and light pink like a flamingo’s feathers. Delicacy. This whole week was a stress it was infant horrible. The paper piling up more, and more. Your boss keeping you late Tuesday. Workers being fired mandatorily for slacking off, you were grateful enough not to be one of the unlucky. Almost every then and now, you’d flicker and open your eyes back up and repeat. Your lack of sleep was also needy, it wasn’t like one day would fix all of your problems though.
Lost in your pervaded thoughts. You couldn’t help but not hear the door creak. With your back on the soft mattress, head turned to the left looking at the ponded view, and mind filed to the brim of whatever war you’re battling against in your head. Ichigo placed a spot right in the door way, snugging his abroad shoulder against the wall.
“Cat got your eye?” scaring you off the bed, and scanning the room.
“Ichigo! You couldn’t have said something sooner??” you said yelling in a high pitched tone showing your fear.
“I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention to make you scared. I’m hungry now c’mon.” His hands motioned to the kitchen which was behind the living room.
I unpacked the bags, warmed the stove, got out pots and pans, and decoded the table. There wasn’t anything wrong, ichigo often set up the table when he came back home for dinner. Always placing a fork, and knife of the places we’d eat. It was honestly his specialty, it’d look like a great rated restaurant when he was done.
The food was done everything was stable, i lastly poured wine in our cups. We quietly sat down with the news playing the parade on the tv.
“Isn’t this sight beautiful? A night with a lovely girl, and a great night of love.” He said as he bit into his garlic bread.
“It is indeed beautiful, I’ve reminisced on this night almost every way possible. Things are lonely, and colorless without your energy. I guess you can say, after this week I feel free. I mean, I got to see you after all.” I confessed. As much as I loved ichigo I never said this in our 9 years of marriage.
Ichigo touches my hand, turning my palm around to staring deep into my soul with his melinated eyes.
“I love you Y/N. There’s not a way I would be happier without you. All these years, I still look at you like it’s the first time again. For your voice is all I need to have a happy day. Which I hope it’s the same for you. I can’t imagine a day you are not within me, I’d crumble. Cause nothing would give me motivation to do anything at all. I truly love you with all thats in me till the end of my days.” He sobs in heartfelt words coming from his heart. Feeling human emotions, like any other person. He’s truly feel engraved with you.
“I love you too, my love.” You scrunch your face, finally hearing words of comfort and relief. Letting the chains off of your neck from any negativity, and all that intimacy with your one, and only.
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The Birth of a Sister|A Bond Forged by Blood| A Twisted Wonderland Fanfic | Malleus Draconia's Sister?| Prologue
“YOUR HIGHNESS, QUEEN MALEFICIA” A dark fairy with what we assume to have a high title bursts in the Regent’s Office.
“I hope this is worth my time, Dame Lilith” The queen, clearly annoyed with the incompetence of her council, threatened the newcomer in the room.
“THE - hick” She struggles to utter the next words as the atmosphere darkens.
“ The egg is beginning to hatch “
The room erupted in a joyous atmosphere
“Congratulations, your majesty.”
“Long Live the Draconians”
Hearing the news, the Queen left her post and went to the chambers where the so-called egg was housed.
Although it was not apparent, the Queen was happy. Her child, Princess Meleanor, and her husband both died early in the human war leaving behind 2 eggs that had a higher chance of staying unhatched.
As time went by people slowly lost hope for the future until 270 years when the 1st egg hatched into the person now known as the heir of Briar, Malleus Draconica.
Now, nearly 50 years later, the other egg hatched and right in front of her eyes.
Tears of joy spilled from her eyes as she was reminded of her grandson’s and her daughter’s day of hatching. Blood truly does not lie in the Draconia line.
The young hatchling turned out to be a girl, just as her daughter predicted and thus, she named her “Maleka” in hopes of her being the Angel to the dark fae and to always do Justice together with her brother.
“Grandmother? You called?” The young dragon fae looked at the crib curiously.
“Come child, meet your sister.” The elder showed a faint smile as she lifts the hatchling to let the brother see.
“Soft…” Malleus whispers as he pokes the baby’s cheeks.
“Careful now, she might get hurt”
“It’s very small”, Malleus says as the child grasps his pinky
“Yes.”
“I am very big”
“Yes”
“ That means I have to protect her right?”
“As expected of my grandson”
It was at that time that Malleus found determination to become a king to make a kingdom safe for his beloved sister.
To do that, he must learn a lot of things, causing him to be too busy during the day to spend time with her.
When he does find the time to visit her, He finds her too cute to wake up as it was already late.
As a child, only 52 years of age, he found this dilemma perplexing to solve on his own so he sought his guardian’s advice.
“What am I to do when the child is sleeping, Lilia? I do not wish to awaken her but at the same time, I want to spend time with her”
“... I’m afraid I do not have much experience on this matter”
Out of the blue, the very person in charged of his sister inserted in their conversation without warning
“How about you play her music?”
“That’s a great idea Lilith!”
Driven with a newfound determination, the young child had an addition to his packed schedule, to read and sing for his sister half an hour before his bedtime… Somehow, he always manages to sneak into his sister’s room to do so and sleep with her once finished.
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Hello everyone, Lucid here,
Welcome to the relaunch/reboot of my stories. I will still keep my other works public but I will try to have regular updates and this chapter will be my Official first publication.
This is a prequel to my series BTW
It is also my birthday today which is why I made it today as it is a special occasion for me.
PS: After I wrote this there was a Magnitude 6.1 earthquake so I hope the powerline don't get damaged as I am posting this.
-Lucid on 12/02/2023 at 11:17 PM
#twisted wonderland platonic#twisted wonderland#twst#twst malleus draconia#disney twisted wonderland#twst A BOND FORGED BY BLOOD
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