#sea-dilf drabble
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You're Angry at the Tall Men
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I have two very dear mutual creators on here that are struggling with the flu. Hopefully yelling at the tall men of one-piece will help you both out: @feral-artistry & @sordidmusings
Word Count: 200-400 per gentleman: Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, Corazon, Doflamingo
Warnings: anger, violence, suggestive spice for a few, angst, afab!implied but not overly mentioned, height difference.
First time writing for Cora, Croc and Doffy - mainly going off small clips and overall vibes. Apologies if I didn't do your blorbo justice.
(Apprehensive tag list: @gingernut1314, @writingmysanity)
He knows what he did to earn your wrath; your fury ignited in your eyes and the flames physically tangible and searing the room with your scorn. Your brow was furrowed, your lips curling into a snarl to bare your pearled teeth at him.
Buggy: 6’3
“Sit your tall ass down!” you roared at him. The clown shrieked back, immediately reaching his stuttering hands towards the back of a chair to unceremoniously fall back onto the wooden base. Unfortunately, as his ass barely grazes the base; his weight proceeds to fall from its intended target, plopping down onto the cement ground instead of finding comfort on the chair.
“Ah, fuck!” he cried out alongside his wince, his red nose creased as he felt the pain shoot up his coxic bone and tingle up his spine. This moment of failure breaking a small crack in your iron fury, a giggle attempting to break through your anger. He winces his beautiful teal eyes up at you, cringing through the pain and gritting his teeth in an attempt of a smile.
“You are so pathetic,” you growled at him, extending your hand out and collecting his chin within your thumb and index finger. You were held captive by his sparkling eyes beneath his lengthy blue eyelashes as he looked up at you in awe.
“It’s why you love me, right?” he whimpered at you, his crooked smile drawing you in closer to him. You stooped, pressing a small kiss against his rotund, red nose.
“Yes,” you again growled at him, pouting with your brow falling low in the center of your forehead, “but I’m still angry at you.”
“I know,” he grumbled in response, his eyes upturning and almost pleading, “but I can fix that, right?”
Shanks: 6’6
“Woah, woah, love!” he cried out, backing away from your approach with his wide smile plastered to his cheeks. He was still smiling, even when you backed him against the wall with your forearm horizontally pressing him back into the wooden banister behind him.
“You absolute stupid, ridiculous, drunken-,” one look into his loving eyes rendered you immediately defenseless to his aura. He looked at you with such love, his brown eyes holding only softness and adoration within them. He brings up his arm, choosing to caress your cheek and lace a loose strand of your hair to hook over your cheek.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into you, leaning his head down and moving his lips against your forehead to murmur into your skin, “forgive me, I didn’t mean it.” Inhaling a deep breath, you feel the rage falling away from you as he continued murmuring sweet nothings into your ear.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re angry,” he breathed his raspy voice into your ear.
“And you’re so handsome when you’re not the one making me angry,” you growled back at him.
Mihawk 6’6:
“Mihawk!” your rumbled growl echoed in the high ceilings lifting the light in the large dining room. He was stooping, fingertips halting their descent to grasp the back of his dining chair. He huffed out a sigh, rotating his neck and removing his hat from his head. He placed the hat on his dining setting, and prepared himself to receive your wrath.
As soon as you saw him preparing himself to receive the scorn you were about to bear down on him, you decided to switch it up. Something about how smug he was did not satiate your fire from erupting further. You had every intention of taking him by his wrist and leading him to the impressive steps of the foyer and taking a few steps up to bring you to the appropriate height to maintain eye contact as you reprimanded him.
But his ear was right there, no longer shielded by his broad hat to halt your action. Immediately, you pressed your index and middle finger against the overly sensitive shell of his ear and began dragging him towards the archway leading to the foyer.
“Not quite so hard, dear,” he winced as his steps stuttered behind you. You allowed a sinister smirk to rise on your lips, gaining a sickening amount of joy from knowing you were paining him a little to satisfy your wrath. As your feet found the steps, you relinquished your hold on his ear and turned to face him, your eyes first glancing at the raven curls atop his head that you rarely are accustomed to seeing these days. His head was bowed, his hand drawn up to cradle his ear and sooth over the throbbing shell. At this, your anger ceased and you immediately sought out his eyes by cupping his cheeks and elevating his face.
“I’m sorry, my love. Did I hurt you, are you okay?” you hastily spoke, eyes checking over his face for any semblance of hurt or pain.
“Only my pride, dear,” he replied in a soft grumble, continuing to keep his eyes from joining with your own. You sighed in relief before shaking your head to remind yourself why you brought him here in the first place. You furrowed your brow and slunk your hands from his cheeks to fall them against his chest.
“I’m-,” you began, your angry words halted by Mihawk taking a step forward and pressing his forehead against your own.
“-I’m sorry. Forgive me,” he whispered into your face, his eyes half lidded and sorrow falling over his face, “I never meant to hurt you, and I’m willing to spend all the time it takes to make it up to you.”
Sir Crocodile 10’
Clutching his cigar in his index and middle fingers, he flicked the ash into the glass and gold tray on his desk. He could hear the fall of your feet outside the door, his jaw falling slack in bored frustration.
“You devious bastard,” you growled as the door to his office flung open. He inhaled deeply, reaching into his desk drawer and pulling out another cigar to clench his teeth onto. As your eyes met, his brow arched while his eyelids hung half-lidded. He sat back against his armchair and uncrossed his legs from their join of the knees. Remaining wordless, he fished around in his pants for his lighter, to find nothing but his golden pocket watch and a few rolls of berry within his leatherbound wallet.
“Be a dear and find me a light,” he dismissed your anger with the wave of his hand as his eyes searched his desk for his capped lighter. This seemed to engage your fury further, making you immediately lunge at him and crawl onto his lap. You drew your claw-shaped grip up to his jaw, snarling into his face as you did so.
“You think I care about your lighter right now, you arrogant lizard,” you spat at him. His eyes widened in surprise, initially being taken off guard by your presence atop his thigh. Immediately after processing the shock, his eyes darkened as he used his large, golden hook to circle around your thigh; trapping it within the metal and drawing it closer into him. Your kneeling position atop his lap was now made ever more dangerous than it had been, not knowing how he would truly respond to your anger. Both of your tempers began to flare as he snarled at you.
“Lighter first,” he growled at you, looking up into your enraged eyes as your hair cascaded down over his face, draped almost intimately over his forehead. You scoffed, flicking the hair over your shoulder and grimaced at him in response.
“And why should I do that after what you did?” you gnashed your teeth, baring your rage in your now untested situation. The tense air now growing thick and dense as your bodies pressed closer together. He gripped your hips with his hand, his golden hook scraping over your thigh and placing your knee over his waist as he drew you closer.
“Lighter first,” he began to snarl at you, “or I will channel your rage in another way.”
“Try me, Reptile,” you snarled at him, clenching your teeth as you stooped lower into his face. He immediately stood, his tall body hoisting you up against his hips and slamming your back atop his desk. He hovered over your body, leaning his face down and snarling into you,
“You should’ve just done what you were told,” He growled into your neck.
“You shouldn't have pissed me off,” you gnashed your teeth once more, your eyes widening as you felt his teeth bite down hard on your clavicle, soothing over the new injury with his tongue.
Corazon 9’7
“Donquixote Rosinante!” you shouted, walking around the halls and tracking the stupor of his step. You immediately heard a thud, followed by several crashing booms reverberating within the hallway. None of these sounds halted your descent, your rage and fury propelling your steps further towards him.
When your eyes fell over his body, he was hoisting himself up from his entanglement with several cleaning products; a mop over his head and a bucket circling over his left foot. He looked ridiculous, his coat hanging limply from his shoulders over his open heart-stitched shirt.
As he rose to his feet, you were taken aback at how truly tall he was; his body towering over your own. You lost your nerve slightly at his stature, but still the edges of your body remained singed with the fires of rage within your soul.
“Cora-!” your words were halted by the man drawing such anger from you wordlessly holding up his palm to silence you. Your brows fell further down your face, your frown deepening as you watched him silently search his surroundings. His eyes widened first, before softening as he stooped down to collect the bucket that was once wrapped around his foot. He blew over the base of the bucket with a small puff of breath, placing the brim on the ground and dusting the base with the back of his hand.
He turned his painted face up to you, a tight smile pulling at his mouth as he extended his hand to you. You sucked in a breath through your nostrils, pouting as you took his hand. Stepping up onto the bucket, you still remained short to his great height. Still holding onto your hand, his smile softened as he bent at the knees to crouch in front of you, looking up into your face with eyes baring great sorrow at how angry you were with him.
Relinquishing the hold against your hand, he gestured for you to bare your soul out to him with a simple swipe of his hands. He was so willing to have you share your emotions with him, it almost made you want to cry with frustration at how truly loving he was to you.
“You’re just going to sit back and take it? Say something, Cora. Anything!” You screamed, the sting of tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes. He continued to watch on, never once rising from his crouch, nor bringing his eyes away from searching your face. It was only when a hot, frustrated tear fell from your eye down your cheek that he rose up to his full size once more.
He wordlessly drew his palm up to claim your cheek, his thumb brushing the tear away from its descent down towards your mouth.
“Please,” you whimpered while searching his eyes, “please say something.”
He leant forward, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, circling the other arm around your shoulders and holding your chest flush with his own. His lips found the crown of your head, pressing a soft and careful kiss against the top of your hair.
“Calm,” he uttered, the room circled around him by the spark of his devil-fruit power. You looked at him confused, your nostrils flaring at him while still expressing your anger.
“Why use the devil-fruit powers now?” you asked him, shaking your head at him as all else in the hallway was silenced. No taps of feet, no drips of taps, nor the sounds of breeze through the trees outside the room could be heard within the silent barrier.
“Because I want everyone to know how angry you are with me,” he uttered, his nose lovingly brushing against your own, “And I want to be able to scream how much I love you with no consequence.” He pressed his lips against your forehead, smearing his red face paint against your skin as he trailed a flurry of gentle kisses against your nose, cheek bones and the corner of your lips in an attempt to smother the flames of your anger.
“This doesn’t make up for what you did,” you spat at him, your narrowed eyes looking at him through your eyelashes remaining dark with fury.
“I know,” he admitted, unwrapping his arm from circling your shoulders. He grazed his arm down and collected your hand once more within his, lacing your fingers together as he uttered, “I’m so sorry, my darling. I’ll never do it again.”
Doflamingo 10’
He was immediately expressing joy at how riled up he had managed to make you, his lips curling back into a sinister smile. He darted his tongue out over his mouth to dampen his chapped lip before he allowed a rumbly chuckle to exit from his chest.
“Doflamingo!” You screamed, rage and fury overcasting your usual stoic state with their venom. He rose to his feet and was almost bursting at the seams with how happy getting a rise from you was making him.
“How dare you?! How dare you do that to me?!” You roared, not halting your approach in any way. He towered over you, his lanky build condescendingly casting his feathered silhouette over your body.
“I don’t give a fuck,” he shrugged, speaking quickly with a broad grin continuing to polish his cheeks. His eyes remained hidden by his glasses, your own eyes beginning to prick at the corners with a frustrated rage.
“Wipe that horrible grin off your face before I rip it off,” you spat, your hands demonstrating how truly violent your thoughts were.
“Only if you do it with your teeth, Princess,” he bore his teeth down at you. His smile widened further up his cheeks, your urge to claw out his eyes not satisfied in the slightest. You impulsively swung your hand at his face, your wrist caught within his circled grip. His laughter erupted over his chest at this small demonstration of violence, so easily stifled by his hands.
“Ohh, you’ve got some fire in you today,” he chucked his taunt at you, leaning down further into you; his nose almost brushing against your own with how close he drew himself down to you, “What I’d give to see that demonstrated with your body wrapped around my- AHH.” You halted his words within his mouth by clamping your teeth down against his nose hard enough to draw blood. After tasting the metallic flavor roll over your tongue, you withdrew your teeth from his flesh and bore your red-tinted lips at him.
He reached up to clutch the scruff of your neck, pulling you closer into him and purring a roar of his own into you:
“Mmm, Harder.”
#one piece#one piece live action#x reader#buggy#shanks#mihawk#sir crocodile#donquixote rosinante#donquixote doflamingo#corazon x reader#rosinante x reader#doflamingo x reader#mihawk x reader#shanks x reader#buggy x reader#sir crocodile x reader#One piece drabble#sea-dilf drabble#sea dilfs of one piece
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playtime & punishment | jjk
⛓️pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader
⛓️genre: smut, fluff, college!au, this specific chapter is pwp
⛓️summary: You decide to push Jeon Jungkook's buttons until he snaps and puts you in your place like the little slut you are.
⛓️word count: 2k+
⛓️warnings: catdilf!jungkook, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, daddy kink, good girl kink, nudes, hickeys, oc is a lil horny brat, jk puts her in her place, degradation, "slut" is used a lot, boobie squeezes, begging, she wants his cock so bad🥵, masturbation, oral nerd fantasy, fingering, edging, orgasm denial
⛓️p&p masterlist⛓️
⛓️a/n: this is the dirtiest p&p drabble yet🥴 can be enjoyed without reading the previous drabbles!
It’s another one of those long days where Jungkook has class all day, and you’re sitting around his place doing homework while keeping an eye on his mischievous kitten. The only reason you’re not procrastinating on your assignments is that your hot nerd friend refuses to let you near his tattooed cock until all of your school stuff is done. Thankfully, today’s homework is simple enough to finish before he gets home.
After submitting your last assignment of the day, you stretch your arms out and check the time. Jungkook should be on his way home in about half an hour, so that gives you plenty of time to soak in a nice bubble bath. You may or may not have been dying to send him some naughty nudes to look at while he’s in class. And a bubble bath is the perfect backdrop for your steamy photoshoot.
Once the tub is all set up with a sea of cotton candy bubbles, you slide your body in and make sure every part of it is nice and wet. If Jungkook wasn’t going to be back soon, you’d be tempted to slip your fingers down between your legs. But you might as well wait a little bit longer for him since it’s been a minute (aka less than 48 hours) since the last time the two of you had sex.
Just as you’re about to snap a pic of your naked body, a notification pops up from Jungkook.
dilf🥴 [4:32PM] “Can you feed Lucy her dinner?”
dilf🥴 [4:32PM] “I have an interview after class”
He must be talking about an interview for that fancy tech job he mentioned a few days ago. If he gets an offer, he’ll be all set and working full-time after graduating this summer. You, on the other hand…
You’d rather not think about it. You were given the opportunity to turn your last internship into a whole-ass career as a software engineer, but it just didn’t work out. The internship was great, the job would’ve been great, but your would-be boss apparently only wanted you on his team because you’re pretty and not because you’d earned it. That was the big rumor floating around throughout the last week of your internship. And that’s why you declined the offer for what would’ve been your dream job.
You just hope Jungkook doesn’t have to deal with any bullshit like that. Probably not.
Y/N🍒 [4:33PM] “ah yes lucys eating good tonight😌🤝🐱”
Y/N🍒 [4:34PM] “good luck with your interview✨”
Then you send him a pic of you with your wet boobs squeezed together between your arms “for extra good luck.” Not that the nerd needs luck to land any job he wants.
dilf🥴 [4:39PM] “👁️👄👁️”
dilf🥴 [4:39PM] “Y/N”
Y/N🍒 [4:39PM] “yes daddy?🥺”
You snicker at your phone screen. Is it bad that you hope he passes his interview with the biggest boner bulging out of his pants? If he’s mad about it, he can punish you when he gets home. Perhaps he’ll slap his hard cock against your cheeks or shove it down your throat. You won’t complain. You like it rough like that.
dilf🥴 [4:40PM] “It’ll be hard to focus on the interview after seeing that”
dilf🥴 [4:41PM] “Wait until I get home”
Y/N🍒 [4:41PM] “👼”
He’s so silly if he thinks you’re actually waiting until he gets home. You were willing to wait until his class ended, but all bets were off when he said he’d be home even later thanks to the interview.
As soon as you climb out of the tub, you feed the kitten her gourmet meal, hop on the boy’s bed, and pull your sweatpants down to your thighs.
Your fingers waste no time in making their way into your panties. You wish Jungkook were around to pleasure you himself or at least watch, but that doesn’t mean the boy isn’t contributing here.
The mere thought of him gets you so wet. Ever since you slept with him the first time, you can’t stop thinking about him. Like, he’s not only someone you click so well with but also the one your body craves 24/7.
Oh what you’d do to have his cock inside you, his tongue on you, and his nerdy ass here with you right now.
You kick your sweatpants and panties off, slowly massaging your clit and imagining it’s Jungkook eating you out. Like his tongue is lapping you up and making you all hot and bothered in an endless cycle. You’d never really craved to be on the receiving end of oral sex until Jungkook had gone down on you the first time. He’d hooked you in for life with a single flick of his tongue.
Your fingers obviously can’t compare to the real deal, but you’re still thoroughly enjoying your little oral nerd fantasy. Plus, you love the idea of sneaking around and doing something naughty on his bed while he’s gone. Especially when he told you to wait for him.
You can’t always be a good little girl for daddy.
As you continue to pleasure yourself, the post-bath warmth and lazy pace lull you to a sleepy state even before you’ve had a chance to orgasm. The least you can do is wait for your boy friend to join in before hitting your high.
It’ll be worth the wait.
You feel your eyelids getting heavier as your fingers slow down. Before you know it, you’re out.
“Someone’s been naughty.” A low voice wakes you from your nap as the boy’s weight sinks into the mattress beside you.
Your eyes flutter open to Jungkook unbuttoning his dress shirt. What a great view to wake up to. His gaze, however, is locked onto your fingers resting on your clit with your legs spread open on his bed like such a little slut.
Knowing he’s watching, your fingers start to move again. You’re still quite wet despite the long nap break. You must’ve dreamt of him tying you up and torturing your body for hours with his fat cock. That’ll keep you wet for weeks.
“My bad, I got impatient and couldn’t wait,” you say, swirling your fingers against your slippery center. You’re not sorry at all. “Bad girls need to be punished, don’t they?” You suck the coating off your fingers one at a time.
“Wouldn’t that just be giving you exactly what you want?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Don’t sluts love to be degraded and put in their place?”
You nod, wanting nothing more than to be manhandled and used as his little plaything.
“Sure you can handle the punishment?” He tosses his shirt and glasses aside but leaves his trousers on. Ah fuck. He knows how badly you want your holes to be filled with his cock, so he’s not giving it to you. That’s your punishment. Despite how torturous it sounds, your submissive little head nods again.
With a sinister chuckle, he gets behind you, tears your tank top off your body, and leans your bare back against his hard chest. You can feel his erection digging into your ass through his pants. Great.
His hands slide around and grab your breasts, squeezing them together and making your nipples all perky. You let out a squeak like a stuffed dog toy with each squeeze.
“You’re so weak to my touch, you know that?” he whispers into your ear. “It’s kind of pathetic.”
“Mm,” you squeak again. He’s right. You really do love it when he degrades you like that.
With one hand still on your boobs, he pulls your head back and angles it to give him full access to your neck. His lips find the most sensitive spots on your neck and suck each one until you’re covered in his marks. You’re definitely going to need to wear a turtleneck for the next few days.
You try to turn around to get his mouth on yours, even for just a second to taste him, but he pulls back and shakes his head. “Bad girls have to earn that back.”
Jeon Jungkook is evil. The worst, even. You’ve never been denied a kiss in your entire life. And he knows you’ll do anything for a taste, anything for touch, anything for more pleasure. You love it.
“Jungkook, please, anything,” you beg softly, pulling his hand toward your wet center. But instead of getting straight to it, he grabs both of your wrists and holds them together behind your back. Apparently, he doesn’t approve of the way you tried directing him to your core. He’s the one deciding your punishment here. Not you.
“Brats like you need to learn to be patient,” he hums against your neck. “Will you wait for me this time, baby?”
You’ll say it again. Jeon Jungkook is the worst. You’d rebelled against him and got caught touching yourself earlier out of impatience, and now he’s gonna make you wait even longer for any sort of pleasure or release? Just to teach you a lesson and punish you for your actions? He’s the definition of torture. No other guy has ever challenged you the way he does. But that’s why you’ve stuck around with him these past few months.
“Yes, daddy,” you whimper. Your horny little body will wait as long as he makes you.
“Good girl.” Still holding your wrists captive with one hand, he slips two fingers between your legs. He’s moving slower than your fingers earlier. “And you’re not going to cum until I say so. Understood?”
“Yes, daddy.”
He rewards your submissive behavior with a quick flick over your clit. The sudden jolt of pleasure snaps you into a pathetically horny state. Your body starts squirming on its own for more stimulation. Your brain shuts off. Your mind melts into pleasure.
For a while, all you can hear is your moans and the slick sounds of his fingers rubbing against you, pumping in and out of you. So wet and helpless. So close, and yet, your body knows it can’t orgasm until daddy says so.
“Are you close?” he asks. You hate how calm he is compared to the horny mess he’s made of you.
You nod. “Cum… please…”
“Not yet, baby,” he warns, digging his fingers deep inside you and hitting you where it feels best. Meanwhile, his thumb toys with your swollen clit, rubbing circles around it and bringing you so close to your breaking point. “Keep edging for me.”
You need to cum. You need it so badly. You bite your lip and squirm around to fight off the wave of pleasure waiting to wash over you. The need for a release is at an all-time high, but Jeon Jungkook’s hold on you is stronger. Because you know it’d feel so much more satisfying to be rewarded by him with an orgasm after waiting so long like a good little slut. You just have to be patient.
He lets go of your limp wrists, knowing you’re too lost in the pleasure to move your own fingers. You like his better anyway. His now free hand takes over your pussy, while he holds up his other fingers to your face. They’re perfectly glazed by your lust.
On instinct, your mouth opens with your tongue out. You’ve already accepted you aren’t getting his cock today, so his long veiny fingers will have to be the consolation prize. He kindly allows you to wrap your lips around his fingers and cleanse them of your milky glaze.
While you suck on him, he rubs you faster, adding more pressure to your clit all swelled up with pleasure. You let out a violent stream of muffled moans as if you’d actually orgasmed. If he doesn’t let you cum soon, you’ll go mad.
“Do you want to cum now?” He pulls his fingers out for you to answer.
“Yes… daddy…” you whimper between gasps. Your body aches in anticipation. Finally.
“Have you learned your lesson today?” He uses that stern dilf tone you love so much. “Will you be a good girl from now on?”
“Yes, daddy.” Nope. As soon as you’re done here, you’re not against being a brat and doing it all over again. Because when you really think about it, this “punishment” comes with what you know will be the most intense and rewarding orgasm of your life. That’s why you’ve endured the torture for so long. And that’s why you’re eager for plenty more in the future.
“Good,” he slips his fingers out of your pussy and gets up from behind you. Looks like you’re getting cock after all. It really does pay off to be a good girl.
But then he hands you your tank top that he’d flung across the room. And your panties and sweatpants. Still in a bit of a horny haze, you sit there and blink at the boy. He needs to hurry his ass back over to you and tend to your poor clit. It’s so swollen and aching for that release.
Then he looks back at you with a big fat smirk. “Oh, did you think I’d let you cum today, baby?”
Seeing how your little brain still isn’t comprehending his words, he helps you back into your clothes and lays your body down next to him on the bed. “Wouldn’t be much of a punishment if I let you cum, would it?” he chuckles as reality sinks in for you. You immediately pout.
“You were supposed to shove your cock down my throat and let me cum,” you mumble, wiggling yourself closer to him. “That’s what a punishment is, Jungcock.”
“Hey,” he frowns at your petty nickname for him when you’re sexually frustrated. “You’re the one who asked to be punished. I was down for the usual.”
He’s right. You really did bring this upon yourself. And honestly, despite the lack of an orgasm and cock, you can’t deny that Jungkook still managed to make it amazing. Plus, the longer you go without hitting your high, the better it’ll feel once you finally do. So you’ll just have to accept your fate and wait another day.
“By the way, how’d the interview go?” You try not to stare at the bulge in his nice trousers. After the hell he just put you through, you really do hope your bathtub pic forced a huge boner on him during his interview.
“They gave me an offer, so I took it,” he says nonchalantly. You know he’s downplaying it after you’d told him about how awful your first job offer had gone. He doesn’t need to, though. It’s something he earned and worked hard for. The two of you should celebrate.
“Oh yeah?” You smile and give him a peck on his lips as you roll on top of him. “We should have new job sex.”
He lets you finally get a taste of his tongue before rolling you back beside him. “Nice try.”
You frown but steal another kiss from him. “You’re really mean, you know that?”
“You’ll thank me later,” he promises. “I’ll make it worth the wait.”
#bts smut#jungkook smut#bts fanfic#bts scenarios#bts imagines#bts x reader#jungkook x reader#jungkook fanfic#bts fluff#bts college au#nerd jungkook
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my fairy diary
welcome to my masterlist...
keys: (s)mut, (f)luff, (a)ngst, (d)ark, (i)llusions to smut
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
bucky barnes
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
to have and to hassle (s,f,a)
babysitting (s,f)
first time (s,f,a)
anything for my baby (s,f)
never again (s,f)
of course not (s,f)
help (s,f)
cant quite do it (s,f)
3 month 6 days and 15 hours (a,s)
crash (f,a)
sunrise kisses (f)
better alone (s,f)
not that just you (s,a,f)
dont look at me like that (s,f,a)
cling onto you (s,f)
my marks (s,f)
he likes her feisty (i,a,f)
home (s,f)
you'll always be with me (A,s,f)
touch (a,f)
im here i have you (a,f)
we'll try again (f,i,a) - mentions of pregnancy
you're soaking! (i,f)
the look around (i,f)
all for you (f)
these are for you (a)
Love shot (a,f,i)
My only love (a, f)
bucky drabbles
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
ketchup (f)
red lace (s) --- part 2 (s)
swim (i,f)
no apologies needed (s,a)
Am I dying (s)
drunk (s, f)
dom!bucky (s)
drunk!bucky (s)
shaving bucky (f)
protective bucky (f)
the hobbit and cookies (f)
sub!bucky (s,f)
easter with the barnes (f)
bucky's nightmare (f,a)
sea coral (f,a)
snuggles (f)
bucky & a breeding kink (s)
road trip (s)
repairs (s)
wake up (a,f)
boop (f)
hold me (f)
neck (a,f)
jealous dilf!bucky (s)
bucky series
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
Runaway bride masterlist
steve rogers
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
soon sweetheart soon (a,f) - platonic
petals (f,s)
petals - pt2. (f,s)
tipsy (f,s)
tispy - pt2. (f,s)
call me by your name (f,s)
Helpless ( d, s, a) - very dark
woah.. (f)--- part 2 (f) --- part 3 (f)
thingy (s, f)
lloyd hansen
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
breed (s)
stucky
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
ours (f,a,i)
let it out (a,s,f)
join us (s,f)
well well well what do we have here (s)
matt murdock
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
cutie (f)
sebastian stan
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
need a minute (a,f,s)
beautiful (a,f,i)
chris evans
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
love's gaze (f)
finally! (f)
i’m keeping it (f)
Grief (a,f)
Sleepyheads (f)
Bubble (f)
My AU’s
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
farmland sweetness AU (f,a,s)
Seb and Chris characters from kinktober in april 2022 +18s
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
marking with chris beck
eating out with nick fowler
swallowing with frank (e,b)
daddy kink with lance tucker
spooning with colin shea
roleplay with Ransom
sex toys with johnny storm
whips with curtis everett
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Jungkook 🐰 Fic Rec (2)
Note.
💜 = personal favorites | ✓ = completed | ✐ = ongoing | ✗ = discontinued, on hiatus | strike through = deactivated, deleted
f = fluff | s = smut | a = angst
Oneshots/Drabbles
Supernatural / Fantasy / Magic/ Superhero AU
Bad Omega, Sweet Omega (10k) s, a, f | werewolf au, omega jungkook
Part of the Bad And Sweet Trilogy
Caught Inbetween (2k) s | hybrid au (*on ao3)
Bunny Adventures (13.6k) s | hybrid au
Courage (2k) f | hybrid au, pining (*on ao3)
Depend on Me (13.1k) s | hybrid au, childhood friends to lovers
Not a Creature was Stirring (10k) horror, s | hybrid au, fantasy au
Explorer (17.8k) f, s | alien au, strangers to friends to lovers + Drabble
Chronicles of My Witchy GF 💜 (31.8k) f, s, crack | witch au, established relationship
Suck It Up! (9.7k) f, s | vampire au, college au, friends-to-lovers
Lucifer (13.5K) s | demon au
Graceful Gods (26k) a, s, f, slight crack | greek god au, strangers to lovers, college au
Worshipers of the Sea (16.3k) f, a | god au
Part of The Worshiper Series
Roommate / Neighbor AU
Pencil Strokes & Paint Splatters (20.2k) f, s | best friends to lovers, roommate au
Part of the And They Were Roommates series
Piss Off Your Parents (16.4k) a, s | fake dating au, roommate au, bad boy au
Helping Hand (23.4k) s, f, a | roommate au, best friends to lovers
Red Carnations f | roommate au
In the Pool with the Neighbour 💜 s | neighbor au
Friends / FWB / Sibling’s Friend (vice versa) / Step-Sibling AU
Show Me Something 💜 (51.7k) heavy a, s | road trip, friends to enemies to lovers, first love
The Present (22.3k) a, s | friends to lovers
I Know I Kissed You Before, but I Didn’t Do It Right (28k) f, light a | fake dating au, best friends to lovers
The Favor ® (5.5k) s, f | idol au, actress reader, best friends to lovers
Holidating (12.8k) f, s, baby a, crack | best friends to lovers
Strictly Platonic (19.4k) f, a, s | best friends to lovers, college au, fake dating au
At the End of the Day (13.3k) f, s, little a | high school friends to lovers, ex-baseball player jungkook, beach/vacation au
Southpaw (30k) a, s | childhood friends to lovers, boxer jungkook, college/frat au
Gotcha f, a, s | childhood friends to lovers
Sister Story: The Days Without You a, f | (yoongi x reader)
Calla Lilies (6.2k) a | hanahaki au, friends to lovers
Part of the Flora & Fauna Series
My Dear Friend s, light a | friends to lovers, fuckboy, college au
Opposable (7.5k) crack, f, s, a | zookeeper, best friends to lovers
Part of the Zookeeper Bangtan Series
A Thousand Reasons Why 💜 (43.1k) f, a, s, crack | friends to lovers
A Night at the Mall (8.6k) s, f | friends to lovers
Can’t Be Without You (30.2k) a, f, s | best friends au, underground fighter au
Willow (23.7k) a, f, s | college au, best friends to lovers
Not Like You (28k) f, a | dilf au, boxer au, childhood enemies/friends
Golden 💜 (4k) s | brother's best friend (*on ao3)
Backseat Bickers (1.7k) f, crack | brother's best friend, enemies
College / High School AU
La Douleur Exquise (9.4k) a f | college au, unrequited love
The Spins (10.3k) s | college au, frat au
Falling (31.4k) a, f, s | soulmate/destiny au, college au, photographer jungkook
10 Things I Hate About You a, f | college au, enemies to lovers
You’ve Got Mail (12.9k) a, f | college au, exes to lovers
Calling You Mine (8.5k+) f | college au, strangers to friends to lovers
Heart Taping (3.3k) f, smidge of a | high school au, soccer player, enemies to lovers
Addiction (9k) s | high school au, yandere au
Artist / Idol / Band AU
A Date with Destiny (11k) f, s, comedy | idol au, strangers to lovers
Inked (5.3k) s | tattoo artist
Co-workers / Work / CEO AU
To All The Men I’ve Fucked Before (30.7k) s, f, a | fake dating au, co-workers to lovers
Bonus (4.7k) crack, f, s | co-workers to lovers, office au + Drabble
Other AUs
Anything for You (1k) f | established relationship
Exile (20.5k) f, a, s | established relationship (*on ao3)
Lover (2.1k) f, crack | established relationship
Mercy (1.3k) slight crack, f, s | established relationship
Good Girl (1.9k) f, s | established relationship
Ancient History (12.8k) a s f | exes to lovers, actor au
After I Left You (38.9k) a, f | exes au, fake dating au, enemies to lovers, unrequited feelings
We Belong Together (5.8k) a, s | soft yandere, toxic relationship
Take a Sip (9.4k) s, f | countryclub au (waiter jungkook x rich reader)
Spring Blooms 💜 (20k) f | florist au
Officially Yours (4k) f, s | arranged marriage, friends to lovers
Mugs & Kisses (6k) f | barista au, strangers to lovers
In the Night (2.3k) s, thriller | yandere au, stalking
Covert Affairs (4.3k) s, a | spy au, enemies to lovers
Go to Town (1.4k) s | pwp
Of Honey and Cinnamon (14k) f | slice of life, enemies to lovers
We Are All Dreamers (16.5k) s, a | soulmate au, enemies to lovers
Epilogue: A Touch of Fate (9.2k) s, a
(Road)tripping for You (31k) f, a bit a | roadtrip au, strangers to lovers, only-one-bed au, summer au
Jeon Jungkook Must Die (14.1k) s
Completed Series
Supernatural / Fantasy / Magic/ Superhero AU
Law of the Nature a f | hybrid au, shifter au, enemies to lovers (2 ch ✓)
With Glass Between Us 💜 a, f | merman au (3 ch + Drabble ✓)
Roommate / Neighbor AU
Caught f | roommate au, slice of life (11 ch ✓)
With a Sense of Innocence f, s | college au, neighbor au, friends to lovers, mutual pining (4 ch ✓)
Friends / FWB / Sibling’s Friend (vice versa) / Step-Sibling AU
Day by Day a, eventual f & s | dilf, best friends to lovers, unrequited love (12 ch ✓)
The Wishlist s, f, a | best friends to lovers, one sided love (6 ch ✓)
Our Little Private Love Affair f, a, crack/humor | (secret) established relationship, friends to lovers (series of drabbles)
Puzzle s, comedy, a | best friends to lovers, fwb au, college au (8 ch ✓)
Bad Boy Good Thing a, s | fwb au, college au, friends to lovers (18 ch ✓)
College / High School AU
Hands on Me f, mild a, s | college au, established relationship (2 ch ✓)
Take My Hands Now drama, a | college au, fuckboy (12 ch ✓)
Popular-ish f, s, a | college au, friends to lovers (14 ch ✓)
Salvage a, f | college au (ft. taehyung) (6 ch ✓)
Sugar and Coffee f, a | pâtisserie school au, enemies to friends to lovers (23 ch ✓)
Part of The Slice of Life Series
Co-workers / Work / CEO AU
Cardiovascular Palpitations f, a, s | fwb, doctor au, co-workers to lovers (2 ch ✓)
Spin-off: Cut Me Open a, s | married couple, doctor au, co-workers to lovers (2 ch ✓) (yoongi x reader)
From Home 💜 f, a, s | fake dating, co-workers to lovers, enemies to lovers, ceo au (12 ch ✓)
In Love with Love (with You) 💜 f | office au, frenemies/childhood friends to lovers (10 ch ✓)
Other AUs
Live Through This a, s | exes to frenemies to lovers, band au, punk au (2 ch ✓)
Red 💜 f, s, a | pregnancy au, exes to lovers (3 ch ✓)
Over The Odds s, a, f | ceo au, sugar daddy (14 ch ✓ + Drabbles)
On My Mind f, s | established relationship (2 ch ✓)
4-7-8 💜 semi-heavy a | established relationship (5 ch ✓)
Gone 💜 eventual s | best friends to enemies to lovers, high school au (10 ch ✓)
Incompleted Series
Always You f, a, possible s | second chances au (1 ch ✐ - Jan 27, 2022)
An Ode to a Broken Heart heavy a, future s | unrequited love, best friends (20 ch ✐ - Mar 13, 2024)
All I Want f, s | best friends to lovers, fuckboy au (5 ch ✐ - Oct 21, 2022)
Netflix & Chill s, f, a | (11 ch ✐ - Aug 23, 2021)
Dilf JK s f | (6 ch ✐ - Jan 8, 2023)
Colour Me In f, a, s | fake dating au (18 ch ✐ - Jan 7, 2024)
Against the Odds s, a, f | established relationship, love triangle au (8 ch + Drabbles ✐ - Nov 11, 2022)
Sequel to Over The Odds s, a, f | ceo au, sugar daddy (14 ch ✓ + Drabbles)
Most Undesirable a, eventual s | bridgerton au, regency era (1 ch ✐ - Jul 25, 2022)
Darknets a | yandere au (3 ch ✐ - June 27, 2022)
Vixen s | hybrid au (9 ch ✗ - Jul 4, 2022)
Like the Wind | hybrid au, strangers to lovers (3 ch ✗ - Jul 17, 2022)
*I'll try to update the list regularly, considering these recs also as my reading library ;)
update: some of my fav authors are deactivated on tumblr but i'll try to update link to their ao3/wattpad etc. instead or simply just keep the list just in case they decide to reactivate again :D
#bts fanfiction#jungkook x reader#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x you#jungkook x oc#bts x reader#bts x y/n#bts x you#bts x oc#bts angst#bts fluff#bts smut#jungkook angst#jungkook fluff#jungkook smut#bts fic rec
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Hello!! Welcome to my blog!! This is the blog main page where you can find
RULES AND GUIDELINES
MASTERLIST
2 PARAGRAH SMUT
And many fics. Please enjoy!
They are super simple
Side note before you continue:
Just know I do Smut, and aged up content so if you don't like it do not follow.
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Who I write for
Tonowari
Jake (dilf and young era)
Tsu'tey
Miles Quaritch (human and recom)
Ralak
Ao'nung (aged up)
Neteyam (aged up)
Sam worthington (dilf)
Neytiri
Ronal
What I write
Smut, fluff, angst. I do most kinks as well. I currently only write for Avatar and Avatar The Way Of Water. Some kinks (spit kink, size difference, age gap, corruption kink, overstimulation, degradation,
(But I do love The Mandolorian, Last of Us, Vikings, The Book of Boba Fett,)
What I do NOT write
Any non con or rape
Underage
Piss/ scat Anything in this area
Anything that has to do in incest
Self harm (as in the act I will do low self esteem or mention of past).
Anything with physical abuse
Requests are ✨️OPEN✨️
Please be as specific as you can with kinks or prompt ideas that way I can make it as accurate to what you want as possible.
Smut prompts 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.
Fluff prompts 1. 2. 3. 4. 5.
Angst prompts 1. 2. 3. 4. 5.
Jake sully
Oneshots
Again
Insatiable
Tie this around your hands (WIP)
Drabbles
In Dangerous Hands
2 paragraph smut / requests
Take me with you (WIP)
Tie this around your hands (WIP)
Series
His Slutty Waist
Tonowari
Oneshots
You are not alone (WIP)
Drabbles
Soon
2 paragraph smut / requests
Soon
Series
Muted Melody (WIP)
His Slutty Waist
Tsu'tey
Oneshots
Soon
Drabbles
Soon
2 paragrah smut / requests
Mental Invasion (WIP)
Quenching the Heat
Body language (WIP)
Series
His Slutty Waist
Miles Quaritch
Oneshots
Science of Supression (WIP)
Drabbles
Soon
2 paragrah smut / requests
Devour me
Series
His Slutty Waist
Neteyam
Oneshots
Dreamweaver (WIP)
Drabbles
Soon
2 paragraph smut / requests
Wondering Eyes (WIP)
Oral fixation
Series
Soon
Ao'nung
Oneshots
Soon
Drabbles
Soon
2 paragraph smut / requests
Series
Sun kissed Siren
My paysyul
Soon
Neytiri
Oneshots
Neytiri's first mothers day
Drabbles
Soon
2 paragrah smut / requests
Soon
Series
Ronal
Oneshots
Soon
Drabbles
Soon
2 paragraph smut / requests
Soon
Series
Soon
Ralak
Oneshots
Soon
Drabbles
Soon
2 paragraph smut / requests
Soon
Series
Where Sand Meets the Sea (UNDER MAJOR REVISION) Last Song First Breath
#in the clouds#talking to my lovelie clouds#cloud rules#heads on cloud 9 blog#masterlist#avatar the way of water#avatar 2022#avatar#avatar 2009#avatar james cameron#avatar fanfiction#miles quaritch#avatar jake#avatar tonowari#ao'nung#tsu'tey
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⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 ֎ @rookthorne
all interactions and personal posts
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐒 ֎ @rookthornesartistry
where I upload all of my free to use graphics for your blog
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 ֎ @rookthornereads
fics that I read of all lengths are reblogged here
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝐓𝐋𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 ֎ @rookferne
the blog that covers my TLOU works
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝐃𝐁𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 ֎ @devianthorne
the blog that covers my DBH works
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ֎ rookthorne
my Archive of Our Own account — all big fics and collections are found here, too
⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔
⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, Stucky, Steve Rogers, Lee Bodecker
⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐁
Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, Stucky
⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
event masterlists and badges
⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔
჻჻჻ masterlist
჻჻჻ oneshot
჻჻჻ drabble
჻჻჻ headcanon
჻჻჻ series
჻჻჻ reading list
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჻჻჻ moodboard
჻჻჻ poll
჻჻჻ old navigation
჻჻჻ tutorials and advice
჻჻჻ announcement
⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔
searching for a certain fic from one of my collections? find the AU (sorted alphabetically) and search the tag.
֎ collective fic
֎ biker | brotherhood and bullets
֎ bodyguard | staya volkov
֎ drifter | the queen and the king
֎ farmer | peaches and cream ranch
֎ firefighter | built differently
֎ florist and tattoo | garden of ink
֎ incubus | depths of pleasure
֎ lumberjack | sturdy roots strong hearts
֎ mafia | his empire her rules
֎ mafia and artist | the queens masterpiece
֎ mechanic | his girls
֎ modern and best friends | partners in crime
֎ modern and dilf | whispered affections
֎ modern and writer | written in the stars
֎ monster | keeper
֎ nurse | a hero
֎ omegaverse | ruling instinct
֎ omegaverse | shadows
֎ outlaw | run you down
֎ paramedic | lights sirens and sincerity
֎ personal trainer | progress not perfection
֎ pirate | sins of the seven seas
֎ pornstar | purity
֎ scare actor | the hunt
֎ street racer | brooklyn pride
֎ stripper | buried inhibitions
֎ tattoo | inked sun
֎ viking | the skogr
֎ witcher | fates gift
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Rules and Masterlist (MINORS DNI)
Welcome to my not-so-secret sideblog! Obviously, I'm super in love with Luke Skywalker, so I write and reblog a lot of smut about him.
I only write for AFAB or GN readers (but I can write any pronouns), so don't feel obligated to follow me if that doesn't fulfill your desires. I also don't write ships/multiple pairings. As far as kinks go, I'll determine whether or not I'm okay with writing about something when it's in my inbox--if it's a no, you probably won't see a response, but I'll also make a comprehensive list of no's later.
Honestly, I'm just gonna focus on writing what I want to write because I made this blog to indulge myself, and it will probably take forever for me to publish anything. In the meantime, enjoy!
Masterlist:
*mixture of AFAB and GN reader, and tagged accordingly
Oneshots/Imagines
🌟 Jedi Resolve
💫 Please
🌟 Daddy
💫 Metanoia
🌟 100-Word Drabble
💫 The Old Man and the Sea
Asks/Headcanons/Thoughts
🌟 Hair Pulling Headcanon
💫 Dilf!Luke Headcanons
🌟 Luke Being a Boob Guy Headcanons
💫 BJ Headcanons
🌟 NSFW Alphabet
💫 Official Penis Post
🌟 Metal Hand (Dilf) Shenanigans
💫 Contemplating the Code (no smut)
🌟 Holding Hands
💫 Taking Care of You During Burnout
Disclaimer: if you shouldn't be reading my fics, please don't! Remember that you are in charge of your own media intake!
#masterlist#there's always a chance this blog could spontaneously disappear so just a warning#rules about what i write are always subject to change#luke skywalker smut#also please let me know if i forget to add specific content warnings#my fic#my inbox is open
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Stardust Reblog Challenge Masterlist
Back in august I decided to join in on the fun and love fest that is the stardust reblog challenge hosted by the lovly @natrace :)
Within this masterlist I will try and sort the fics by month I read them in and by fandom. Mostly you will find MCU fics in here with either Steve or Bucky as the main character, maybe even both. But I do also sometimes read other quite random stuff.
Show them some love and heed the warnings provided. If you are a minor please follow any 18+ plus warnings and just read something else.
september fics
MCU
Bucky x Reader
Kiss Me Like You Mean It (Biker!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight
Wedding Plans by @angrythingstarlight
Birthday Debriefing (Birthday!Reader) by @drabblewithfrannybarnes
day one: fingers (Tattooartist!Bucky) by @buckycuddlebuddy
Hungry by @mollygetssherlockcoffee
Personal Sessions (MMA!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight
Scar tissue by @fandoms-writings
Why do you care? by @black-mistress-of-evil
Pierced through and through (TFATWS!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight
What makes a Woman by @motsdouxdejanie
With all my love by @summerofsnowflakes
Love at First Grade (Single Dad!Teacher!Bucky, Single Mom!CEO!Reader) by @buckysimp101 (Parts 19, 20, Epilogue and Deleted Scene 1 read as part of the challenge)
Everything the Light touches (mafia!Bucky) by @buckysimp101 (Parts 1, 2, 3 and 4 read as part of the challenge)
Unnamed HC (baker!Bucky, biker!Bucky, mafia!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight
Unnamed NSFW drabble (lumberjack!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight
Unnamed Drabble (beefy lumberjack!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight
Is it a crime (mob boss!Bucky, mob boss!Reader) by @crazyunsexycool (Part 3 read as part of the challenge)
Once upon a time (librarian!Bucky) by @navybrat817
Something Domestic (ex-military amputee!Bucky) by @fandoms-writings (Epilogue read as part of the challenge)
Steve x Reader
can't keep my hands to myself (Retired!dbf!Steve) by @christywantspizza
Happy Dirthday Doll (Birthday!Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan
The Cheerleader (dilf!Steve) by @kinanabinks
You got to my head (Pre-Serum!Steve; tall!Reader) by @barnesmurdock
Patch up (scientist!Reader) by @tooearlyforthis
Unnamed Drabble (mafia!Steve) by @angrythingstarlight
Breach of contract (Senator!Steve) by @imaginedreamwrite (Part 4 read as part of the challenge)
Unnamed Drabble (40s!Steve) by @sanguineterrain
Stucky x Reader
Unnamed Drabble by @becca-e-barnes
In a motel (dom!Steve, sub!Bucky) by @disasterofastory
Misc. fandoms
The Red Sea Diving Resort
Oh So Tempting (Ari Levinson x agent!Reader) by @justalonelyslytherin
TopGun
Falling in and out of love (Maverick x Reader) by @youlightmeupfinn (Part 8 read as part of the challenge)
Logan Lucky
The crash (Dayton White x Reader) by @fictional-affairs
The Fantastic Four (2005 film)
Unnamed Drabble (silverfox!Johnny Storm x Sugar baby) by @imaginedreamwrite
Another unnamed drabble (silverfox!Johnny Storm x Sugar baby) by @imaginedreamwrite
Once Upon a Time
Unnamed Drabble (sorcerer!Jefferson x familiar!Reader) by @imaginedreamwrite
october fics
november fics
december fics
#stardust reblog challenge#fic rec#fic rec challenge#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x you#bucky x female reader#au!bucky#biker!bucky#tattooartist!bucky#tfatws#tfasws!bucky#teacher!bucky#single dad!bucky#dbf!steve#dilf!steve#pre serum steve#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x y/n#steve rogers x female reader#marvel fanfic#captain steve rogers#sergeant bucky barnes#bucky barnes#steve rogers
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#angst (Volume 3)
➸ Can't Let You Go by @kl4us4 - Matt shows up beaten and bruised again, and you’re not sure how much more you can take
➸ miseria by @murdocks-devil - It was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, #the proposal, #mega angst
➸ “I’ll Be Better, I Promise.” by @pastafossa - #breakup, #depressed!reader
➸ you win by @catholicdaredevil - matt murdock and his selfish need to push everyone away
➸ for special occasions by @spiderleaks - #mega angst
➸ knocked down by @bingoboingobongo - matt's down for the count after losing nelson and murdock, very matt-centric
➸ Strong Enough (Part 1) (Part 2) by @soggy-platee - You're assaulted and it follows you home, #tw sa
➸ "I didn't realize I was such an inconvenience" drabble by @mattmurdocksscars - you're sick of matt pushing you away
➸ Mad At You, Mad About You by @slimshay-castle - you break Matt's one rule and he leaves you for it, #breakup and #smut
➸ neogenesis by @murdock-and-the-sea - Matt comes to you for help, #stitches & #poetry
➸ Vacancy by @titan-sl8yer - Even as you're covered in his blood, Matt doesn't know when to stop, #breakup
➸ Half the World Away by @obsessionwithshahwar - depressed!matt, #no slash
➸ Don't Let Go by @mattmurdocksscars - Matt's been spending his time with Elektra and it puts a strain on your relationship, #happy ending
➸ A Million Heartbreaks by @murdock-barnes - Matt returns to you after the events of She-Hulk, #cheating, #breakup
➸ Adtrita by @prettyeyesnof4ce - matt snaps at you and triggers a panic attack
➸ Wait for Me to Stay by @writingfics-passingtime - Your mind was overjoyed to have him back. Your body was still catching up. #the blip, #PTSD
➸ show me what you got by @chvoswxtch - You're forced to reveal your past as a Black Widow to Matt
➸ These Broken Things by @courtforshort15 - Matt's been pushing you away, and its a breaking point for you, even as you pray its not the end
➸ Accidental Break Part 1, Part 2 by @little-miss-dilf-lover - Matt accidentally hurts you when he's slow to wake from a nightmare
➸ World Gone Dark by @blackshadowswriter - A car accident leaves you alive, but blinded
➸ Afterglow by @amhrosina - You have an argument that feels like it might be relationship-ending after Matt's hectic lifestyle catches up with him
➸ When the Water Runs Cold by @devils-dares - matt never came home from patrol, #death
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Fic Stats Tag Game
I was tagged by @cosmicatta! Thank you so much, this was fun!! :D
Rules:
Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, most kudos, most comments, most bookmarks, most words, and least words.
Most hits: A Little Bundle of Drama (34,658), a Shingeki no Kyojin/EreRi omegaverse mpreg, but it's the only actual multichapter I've ever written (abandoned at 26 chapters and so old, I hate it, the beginning it so badly written xD) so I'm hesitant to count it in any stats since it has an unfair advantage xD
Other than that one, it's There are sparks between us (16,794) (it also has an unfair advantage of having ASL tagged on top of LawLu but I'll take it xD)
Most kudos: There are sparks between us again (1,970)
Most comment threads: A Little Bundle of Drama (210) again xD
But then it's At the bottom of the sea (46) and that makes me very happy, my asexual!LuLaw omegaverse baby <33
Most bookmarks: There are sparks between us (476) again ahahaha makes me happy it's not ALBoD tho
Most words: A Little Bundle of Drama (78,401) to no one's surprise at this point xD
Longest one shot would be Happy Anniversary (20,202), the single one only smut I've ever written and will ever write.. took me 10 months and 10 years of my lifespan to finish and for what.. (Shingeki no Kyojin/EreRi and please read the tags I BEG)
For One Piece/LawLu it's A Burst of Colour (Happy Birthday) (7,195), a LawLu birthday fic for Law from 2020 (needs heavy edits ugh)
Least words: Hired! (475) is the shortest individually posted fic, an IcePaulie newspaper article which I wrote for a DILF zine giveaway <3
But I think the shortest independent drabble I have is this Buggy drabble (184) which I wrote for @/goldenandhappy during my 600 followers event (I posted all of them in a single fic to not spam on AO3 but they're not connected at all)
Tagging whoever wants to do this <33
#one piece#snk#lawlu#ereri#katie pretends to fic#tagged#ah there are sparks between us and at the bottom of the sea...#the golden age of 2021...#where did those stats go i got so spoiled during that year xD
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anakin drabbles!
adult content | minors do NOT interact.
pairing. dilf!anakin x female reader.
contains. smut hcs, dilf anakin bc why not?
dilf!anakin has a complicated, passionate soul that translates intensely in the bedroom. while soft-spoken and gentle most times, something primal awakens within during intimate moments with you.
dilf!anakin hands start exploring your body with reverence, learning every dip and curve like it’s the most fascinating adventure. calloused fingertips trace lightning paths across hypersensitive skin, swallowing your gasps and sighs with velvet caresses of his tongue.
dilf!anakin loses himself completely, when kissing you, drinking you in like fine whiskey. your fingers tug helplessly at his fluffy curls as he devours your lips, kissing with a compulsive hunger that steals breath from your lungs. there’s an undercurrent of suppressed violence to his passion, as if holding back a stormy sea.
dilf!anakin takes his time undressing you, peeling backlayers with tantalizing slowness to savor each new expanse revealed. his tongue traces intricate patterns across collarbones, down the rippled panes of abdomen while massive hands roam freely, learning your contours by heart.
dilf!anakin's needs burn cold and deep as a supernova. his touch progresses from worshipful to worshipping, fingers greedier as restraint frays. by the time you're both bare before each other, passion has reduced willpower to ashes. all that’s left is raw, uncaged lust between you.
dilf!anakin's gentle guidance becomes possessive manhandling as he guides you exactly as he wants, movements building an exquisite orchestra only he hears. he lavishes intimate worship where sunlight hasn’t touched, as if rebelling against past shadows.
dilf!anakin kisses and claims every inch as his own awakening a spine-tingling thrill with sheer vigor. there’s danger in kissing the edge of bliss as calloused palms grip tight enough to leave bruises. you trust this man with your soul, knowing his fervor stems not from malice but a soul-deep ache to love someone completely.
dilf!anakin attunes himself perfectly to your rhythm, learning which touches unravel sanity with scientific precision. lithe muscle and coiling strength move together in a seductive waltz, chasing heights higher and broader with each plunge. when peaking that final crescendo, anakin swallows every sound, drinking down ecstasy.
dilf!anakin holds you close with his prosthetic arm locked tight around your waist in the quiet aftermath before slumber claims. massive hands stroke through tangled hair with delicate patience, mapping all the while. his breathing still bears that feral edge, a predator at rest but still seeing you as theirs to adore. gentle nibbles scattered across shoulder promise tomorrow’s passion shall be no less intense.
dilf!anakin loves with his whole tempestuous soul - and it is a blessing and curse in equal measure. to have his singular focus trained upon you awakens parts best left dreaming, for good or ill. this is a man who would move celestial spheres themselves for another, but in passion forgets his own formidable strength.
dilf!anakin's heart remains a garden capable of nourishing great beauty. to be so worshipped, cherished, and claimed is its own addiction - and you have gladly surrendered long ago. this is a man worth risking ecstasy and anguish equally for if only to glimpse his wild soul unfettered and free.
#﹙ kari writes 𝜗𝜚 ﹚#dilf!anakin#dilf anakin#anakin#star wars#star wars smut#anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker smut#anakin smut#anakin x fem reader#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin x y/n#anakin angst#anakin imagines#anakin drabble
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father and son (dad!gojo x mom!reader)
Synopsis: gojo satoru takes care of his son while you're on a mission.
Tags: fluff, dilf gojo, slice of life, married couple, megumi was gojo jr's babysitter, but i'll keep insisting they're brothers
Word count: 2.1k (i swear it wasn't meant to be this long)
navi
Note: Sooooo… i initially planned for this to be a drabble, just short snippets of gojo and gojo jr moments in less than 500 words. i didn't mean for it to get out of hand 😭 hope you all still enjoy tho 😙😙
5:02 pm, satoru comes home.
the door clicks open, making an ocean-eyed boy stop what he’s doing and run with his little feet towards the entryway. he enthusiastically shouts dada!! while running, earning an equally enthusiastic dumpliiiing!! in return before being carried in the white-haired sorcerer’s arms and face getting peppered with kisses, eliciting some delightful giggles from his son.
the older man walks into the living room, still kissing his son loudly all over his face while making smooching sounds. he hears a sigh accompanied by a deadpanned finally, a sea urchin-haired teenager entering his line of vision afterwards. he stops kissing seishiro, looking at his student with a teasing smile.
“what, megumi? don’t tell me you didn’t have fun taking care of your little brother, hm?” followed by a kiss on the said little brother’s cheek. megumi lazily rubs the back of his head, ignoring his teacher’s question.
“whatever, i'm going home,” he mutters, walking and ruffling the toddler’s hair before heading straight for the door. satoru whips his head in the teenager’s direction, “this is your home too, you know!” he shouts before chuckling and looking at his son in his arms.
“now baby, what do you wanna do?” he asks. seishiro doesn’t respond, staring over his father’s shoulder distractedly in the door’s direction while making a constipated sound. the little boy then wiggles out of his arm, running to the teenager who babysat him the whole day currently opening the door.
“ ‘gumii! bye bye!” he hurriedly shouts, tugging at the teenager’s pants and tilting his head up before puckering his rosy lips. unable to resist the toddler’s adorable display, megumi’s mouth curves slightly upward as he lifts seishiro, allowing the baby to press a wet kiss on his cheek.
5:54 pm, it's almost dinnertime.
your son is currently sitting on the kitchen counter, eyebrows knitted in concentration as he mashes potatoes using a tool with his two little chubby hands. you didn't have any time to prepare food as you were suddenly called on a mission at four a.m., very hesitant to go and leave your son but your husband assured you he'd have everything under control (you don't believe him).
satoru then receives a call from you. delighted, he sets aside preparing the food and answers the phone. “honey~” he cheerfully greets, heart swelling with delight upon seeing your face on his screen. you’re calling from somewhere that barely has people in the background, so he assumes you’re still in yamanashi. his mood goes down, knowing you probably won’t be home until tomorrow (that means more time alone with his little seishiro, yey)
you don’t respond to his greeting, choosing to bombard him with questions instead. “ ‘toru, where's seishi? how's everything? is he fine? our son's not dead, is he? oh god satoru please tell me he's alive i can't lose our baby oh my god please—” you continue your nervous blabbering and your husband pouts upon not getting acknowledged.
an excited squeal of mama!! soon reaches your ears and you see your husband's camera angle change. your baby boy then shows on your screen sitting on the counter holding a potato masher with specks of yellows on his shirt. your heart clenches upon seeing your son's blinding grin, missing him (and his father) so much.
“mama, lookie! seishi's cooking!” your toddler gleefully informs as he struggles lifting the heavy bowl. you hear satoru laugh before the screen changes again and you're looking at a bowl of mashed potato made by your toddler.
seishiro then reached for the phone from his father’s grip, soon facing you on the screen while he flails around. satoru hears you coo, telling your baby that he's a good boy for helping dada prepare dinner. the toddler preens at the compliment, proudly exhaling as he responds. “seishi's going to cook for mama too!”
your husband hears you chuckle. “really? i can't wait for it, baby!”
the taller man smiles, looking forward to the day his baby boy would be able to cook on his own. he lifts little seishiro from the counter, rubbing his cheek against the toddler. you immediately screenshot the scene.
you can’t wait to go home.
6:05 pm, it’s dinnertime.
your husband and son are settled on the dining table, seishiro sitting on a high chair beside satoru. “you gotta learn how to use utensils, okay, dumpling?” the older man says before handing the toddler his kiddy spoon. the boy nods with determination, holding the cutlery and attempting to spoon the potato salad from the bowl.
he manages to stick it into the food, but fails to scoop as he uses too much force and ends up scattering the salad onto his face. the father laughs before assisting the child in holding the spoon, teaching him how to use the right amount of force before putting them into his mouth.
he allows the boy to practice by himself for a while, turning to eat his meal but noticing there's no glasses of water on the table. he lets out a sigh before standing, glancing at his son who's slowly scooping out salad from the bowl.
he opens the cupboard and gets your baby's cup and his, back turned to seishiro as he pours strawberry juice into the mugs. he hears a screech followed by some clattering afterwards, making him hurriedly whip his head around.
satoru freezes, mouth hanging open upon seeing the little dumpling (devil) scooping the potato salad and spreading them across the table. said devil wasn’t satisfied with the mess as he grabs the kiddy fork and stabs the sliced kiwi before bringing them back and forth all over the surface, almost as if he’s creating a masterpiece using the furniture as the canvas and foods as the paint.
your husband lets out a defeated sigh as he walks back to the chair, placing the cups in corner of the table. “is if fun, dumpling?” he asks while grinning, assessing the situation with his son having food all over his clothes (and face) and the table just being a whole mess (thank god it had glass atop the wood and no tablecloth, he’s pretty sure you’d give him that disapproving look whenever he does something dangerous—for you, at least—with your baby).
the toddler giggles while nodding, making more mess as he uses his hands to wipe more kiwi on the table. the sorcerer hurriedly reprimands the boy by grabbing from his high chair and placing him back on the kitchen counter, seishiro snickering as he lets his father carry him around.
satoru sighs, telling the devil to stay put, dumpling, before teleporting to the toddler’s bedroom and getting him fresh clothes. though seishiro has seen the man teleport countless times, it doesn’t stop him from being awed at the sight of his father being there and being gone in a span of milliseconds (he thinks it’s magic, so he often asks satoru if he’s gonna teach him someday).
your husband comes back in less than a minute, cleaning up your baby and bringing him into the living room to spoon-feed the little devil. he takes one last glance at the dining table, thinking about how seishiro managed to do that amount of mess minutes within settling down to eat with him, yet dinners with his wife always proceed without half of the chaos. satoru smiles sardonically.
he can’t wait for you to come home.
8:03 pm, it’s your son’s bedtime.
seishiro is sitting on satoru’s lap on his crib, head against his father’s chest while drinking from his milk bottle. since you’re still not at home, your husband didn’t want him and the dumpling to sleep alone so he climbed into seishiro's crib right after giving him a bath.
it's a huge crib, probably equivalent to a queen-sized bed, which is way too big for your 22-month-old baby. but alas, since he's gojo satoru who only wants the best for my baby boy, he ignored all the other normal-sized cots and went for the largest one he could find. you could've stopped him, but knew it would be pointless (you also wanted that for your baby, you're just trying to remain as the rational one in the relationship).
the older man is reading him nontan, making different voices as he plays each character causing the boy to hum happily amidst his meal. your baby finishes after a while, changing positions as his father lies down with him atop (it’s a position they’ve always slept in since seishiro was a baby, and satoru likes the feeling of your child safe and sound in his arms).
“how was your day, baby? did you have fun with ‘gumi?” the father asks after a while, rubbing his son's back to coax him into sleep.
the toddler nods repeatedly, making a sound of affirmation as he does so. “seishi played in the park with ‘gumi!” he cheerfully responds, starting to babble about what he did at the playground and the friends he made. your husband carefully listens, enthusiastically showing big reactions and occasionally repeating what his son says in a question.
your dumpling yawns and rubs his eyes after finishing his little story before looking up at his father and speaking. "dada, where's mama?"
satoru smiles at him, brushing his hair away from his forehead—a gesture you always do to your baby. "mama's at work, seishi. she'll come home tomorrow. do you miss her?" the answer's very obvious, considering this is only the second time you've left your son's side ever since you birthed him.
seishiro vigorously nods, eyes lighting up at the thought of seeing his mother after a long day. "seishi's happy with mama and dada!" the boy responds before snuggling into the crook of his father's neck. hugging him tight with his little hands. "nighty night dada, i wove you."
the older man's heart swells with uncontainable affection upon hearing his son's words. he couldn't believe someone like him who grew up in a household with a distant mother and father managed to raise a kid so attached to his parents. he thinks of you, knowing seishiro wouldn't be this dumpling that he is without you (he wouldn't even have his dumpling without you).
he kisses the top of his son's head, tightening his hold on seishiro. "dada loves you too, baby. mama too."
they can't wait for you to come home.
bonus
3:27 am, you're back.
you open the door to your bedroom quietly, expecting to see your husband and your son sleeping together. you were greeted with an empty mattress, sheets messy from the night before. a confused noise leaves you, curious as to why your boys are not in the room.
you don't think about it for a while, deciding to take a quick shower before looking in the other room. you want to be with them as soon as possible, so you don't even wait for the temperature you prefer and just rinse your body quickly.
you head to seishiro's room right after, opening the door and almost tearing up at the sight of your boys cuddled up against each other in their favorite position. you make your way to the huge-ass crib slowly, careful not to wake them up.
you fail as satoru opens his eyes and grins widely at you, hand leaving your son's back and making grabby motions at you. you playfully blow him a kiss, climbing into the crib and settling at his arm laid out for you.
"i missed you, honey. how was the mission?" your husband whispers as he presses his lips on your forehead, hand sliding up and down to your side. you look up at him, tilting your head up, silently asking for a kiss. he winks at you before obliging, sucking your bottom lip in the process.
it went on for a while, until you had to pull back to breathe and glare at him (you can't believe your cheeks are heating up with just a makeout, you two literally have a cute human being now). he just gives you a mischievous smile.
you look at your son afterwards, staring at his long white lashes resting on his plump rosy cheeks. his breaths are even, a sign that he's already deep in slumber at this hour.
you want to hug your little boy so much, barely stopping yourself from removing him from satoru's chest and transferring him into yours. you settle with gripping your husband's clothes, pressing a kiss to your baby's nose and forehead before snuggling back into satoru.
"i'm back, 'toru."
"welcome back, baby."
you're finally home.
Ps. Sometimes i just wanna hug gojo so tight i know he needs it :")
Thank you so much for reading! Interactions are appreciated <33
#{ ❆ } ; prints#bby gojo pls let me squish your cheeks#gojo satoru#gojo#gojo fluff#gojo imagine#gojo satoru fluff#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo x reader#gojo x y/n#gojo x you#gojou satoru#gojou satoru x reader#gojou x reader#jjk gojo#jujutsu gojo#jujutsu kaisen gojo#satoru gojo#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojou#fushiguro megumi#married life
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DILF MILF DECEMBER
ANNIVERSARY OF ALICE IN BORDERLAND
guidelines / Details
Be over the age of 18 (duh),
NO STEPCEST, VORE,SCAT,VOMIT
you can write drabbles or full fics whatever you comfortable with
pick which character you want to write about, make sure send an ask/ dm if wanting to join (tag ❄️/2021 AIB DILFMILF)
Everyone is welcome to join , their will be no writing of underage characters in scenarios none
No limit to how much you want to write but it’s recommended to stay under 4K
Make sure the link is tagged accordingly for when the list is updated
Everything must be submitted by the end of December
DARK CONTENT IS ALLOWED,
You can also make fluff/ comfort fics, drabbles, it’s not just a smut related project (for my more sfw friends who want to participate or anyone in general )
(Below are some ideas , you can request your own ideas as well these are just some ideas :)) , THEY CAN BE SHIPS AS WELL LIKE ARISU X USAGI)
elf ! chishiya x reader
professor ! niragi x reader
artist ! last boss x reader
cheater ! shibuki x reader
stripper ! Mira x reader 
pregnant! reader x Chota
Bar tender! Karube x reader
Masseur! Hatter x reader
tattoo artist! Kuina x reader
Daycare owner! Arisu x reader
yoga teacher! Usagi x reader
Detective! Ann x reader
doctor! Chishiya x assistant! nurse
teacher! Shibuki x student! reader
Chef! Tatta x reader
Writers; @nessinborderland @hatterstan-shameblog @yui-kuromori @chxshiya @aceofspadegrass @a-simp-20 @niragis-right-hand-rabbit
Takeru Danma (hatter)
Artist Model Hatter; @hatterstan-shameblog
Genre ; smut
Cw; flirting, art, suggestive conversation, oral sex (woman receiving), smoking, alcohol consumptionq
Morizono Aguni
preborderland! Gardener Aguni; @a-simp-20 (on hold , might cancel )
Genre; fluff
cw; n/a
Karube daichiki
Bartender karube; @chxshiya
Genre; smut ..?
Cw; n/a
Mira Kano
Prostitution Au; @creamwh0re
Genre; heavy smut (DARK CONTENT)
Cw; prostitution, heavy filthy smut, fingering , strap on, public sex, impact play , degrading, hair pulling, Mira being a slut herself , female reader, toys,masturbating, oral (on both ends)
ARISU RYOHEI
Christmas edition; sleigh above the sea + Usagi @aceofspadegrass
Genre; Fluff
cw; none
#alice in borderland#chishiya shuntaro#alice in boderland x reader#aib fanfic#aib chishiya#niragi suguru#chota segawa#kuina hikari#shibuki saori#karube daikichi#last boss#aib collab#aib x reader
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February 2021 Reads
Happy Love Month! All my February reads of JK fics are listed below. Please note the angst, fluff, and smut descriptions and much love to the authors (reblog, comment!) and to our blue-haired lil bun jk 🐰
Timbs pt1 + pt2 by @rightsockjin (s) - best friends au (read if you want great build up and smut)
Coffee & cream by @yoontopia (a, f, s) - fwb au (read if you want something funny and a pretty chill read)
Please love me pt1, pt2, pt3 by me (a, f, s) - arranged marriage au, childhood friends au, ceo kids (read if you want some pain and fluff and angst in between)
Into the forest by @taehyungssss (s) - fantasy au, fae au, royalty au (read if you want a story on forbidden love and a mysterious yet courteous jk)
By your side by @euphoriara (f) - s2l, rich kid jk, bodyguard reader (read if you want a mix of action and fluff and cute OC and jk)
Shooting flowers by @monoguk (s) - boyfriend au (read if you want filthy and hot lovemaking)
Rough hands by @bratkook (s) - e2l, fuckboy jk (read if you want really good sexual tension and smut and fun side characters)
Wine and cheese nights by @mimithings97 (f, s) - boyfriend au (read if you want hot and sensual lovemaking)
Breakfast in bed by @wommied (f, s) - fiancé jk (read if you want fun banter and domestic fluff and smut)
Sucker punch by @satanssmuts (a, s) - boxer jk, therapist/patient au (read if you want some angst of bad boy jk and feisty OC with some hot sexual tension and smut)
Not so honest by @parkmuse (s) - roommates au, childhood friends au (read if you want fun banter and something so funny and so hot and whipped jk)
Trust issues by @7deadlysinsfics (s) - bar au (read if you want a quick read of sexual tension and smut with a dash of fluff)
Splinter by @jungblue (a, s) - college au, exes au (read if you want a well-written and painfully beautiful fic that will make you think about relationships and growing up)
Queen of broken hearts pt1, pt2, pt3 by @bratkook (a, s) - sort of fwb au (read if you want angst due to whipped but in pain jk and if you want to feel pain and anger)
Orange tulips by @kainks (a, f, s) - soulmates au, reincarnation au (read if you want a well-written, painfully beautiful and tragic love story, and if you maybe want to cry)
Smitten by @megahwn (f, s) - arranged marriage au (read if you want a soft and fluffy falling-in-love story)
The suspenders + The criminal by @kpopfanfictrash (humor) - detectives au, b99 au (read if you want a quick, fun, and hilarious read)
Wintervale by @fantasybangtan (s) - royalty au, fantasy au (read if you want something sooo hot)
The sea & the storm by @jamaisjoons (f, s) - fantasy au (read if you want a well-written, fantastical, and soft and hot story)
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⤑ made-up love song ii.
Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher living with your best friend, and have never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire.
Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…
pairing; kim seokjin x reader
au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, eventual smut, eventual angst, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, things are heating up! the phrase ‘dilf dick’ gets thrown around way too much, RJ and taehyung cameo, hoseok, yoongi and namjoon are mentioned, as well as jungkook if you squint
words; 12,169
↪︎ chapter index
chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)
After Seokjin dropped you off at the station, he and Arin waving you goodbye, it would be two weeks later when you saw him again. Not that you were holding out on it or anything… No way… That would be ludicrous.
The last week of school was always hectic, activities and games top priority now that teaching had come to a standstill. The children were hyper, the teacher’s worn out, but without fail you always looked forward to the summer fate. Head of the committee every year, you and a handful of your fellow teachers organised each game, each stall and each prize. As well as wanting the children to have fun, it was also an opportunity to celebrate their achievements throughout the year with their families. There were an arrange of awards for most subjects, third through to first place for each grade, and this year you’d convinced the principal, Mr. Jung, to include a new creative writing award. It wasn’t technically a subject – you already had the spelling bee for English class, but he’d thought it was a great idea to celebrate the students’ talents in a brand new way.
Of course, there was one child you had in mind when you’d gone to him with the idea – Arin. It was only fair in your eyes, she’d been with you not even three months and hadn’t had a chance like the other kids. The other awards were spoken for but you wanted her to at least get something, just so first grade could end on a good note for her and help her look forward to September.
You were at the entrance of the fate, in casual conversation with Mrs. Jeon as well as greeting the students’ families, when you caught a glimpse of Seokjin. He was hand in hand with Arin who skipped happily beside him. He was wearing a sea green thin sweater, that blew in the light breeze, and black jeans. He was even in sneakers. Way more unbelievable than the slippers. He looked effortlessly good, and you thought you preferred him like this, casually dressed. The suits were great yes, but he looked far more attainable like this. Not that you wanted to attain him.
Damn it.
You tried your best to ignore the strange heat that had seemed to settle in your chest at the sight of him, the faintest flurry of what could only be described as butterflies aggravating your stomach. What the hell? What was wrong with you?
“Hello, Miss.” Arin grinned, giving you a small wave, and you shook yourself out of it.
“Hi, Arin,” you waved back, of course catching Seokjin’s eyes in the process.
“Miss. Y/L/N,” he greeted, the hint of a smirk across his mouth. Teasing, again. Two could play at that game.
“Mr. Kim,” you replied, unable to keep a straight face – especially when you heard him laugh as he passed by you.
You watched him walk off, secretly pleased now that you knew he was here. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, wouldn’t dare tell anyone, but you’d been hoping he’d be free to attend the fate. To see Arin receive her reward, of course – nothing else. But, okay, maybe you had spent an embarrassingly long time choosing which dress to wear last night. Not that you wanted to impress him, more like… stand out.
“Who is he?” Mrs. Jeon whispered animatedly – hopefully out of earshot and once again knocking some sense back into you.
You tried to sound casual, like you weren’t aware of Seokjin’s jaw-dropping good looks – or more so, that they didn’t affect you whatsoever. “A student’s father.”
She made a noise of disbelief. “He is just pure… sex on legs.”
“Eunbi!” You exclaimed, taken by such surprise you used her first name. She burst out laughing, something you couldn’t ignore and ended up in a fit of giggles yourself.
“Behave.” You warned, trying to compose yourself. “You’re a married woman.” You’d attended her wedding last summer, bringing along Soojung as your plus one.
“Looking is still allowed,” she replied, making you both explode into laughter once again.
You were giddy. Really, what was up with you?
.
.
The afternoon was a success, the children and their families enjoying immensely, as well as the teachers. It was your job to announce the creative writing reward and it was so heart-warming to see how happy it made Arin to come first place. She held her little trophy and movie theatre vouchers proudly for the camera, Seokjin looking just as over the moon as her. Mr. Jung convinced him to join for a few snaps and you looked on with a polite smile. Other than earlier and a thank you as you passed the prize to Arin, those had been your only interactions with Seokjin for the day and now the fate was drawing to a close. You wouldn’t say you were disappointed, because that would be preposterous, but if those were going to be your only exchanges then it made the times he’d fleeted into your mind these past couple of weeks highly embarrassing…
It wasn’t as if you wanted to think about him, he just kept popping up. First you blamed Soojung, who wouldn’t shut up about Mr. Dilf for a few days after the exchange at his house (mansion), but soon the topic bored her, no new developments to keep her hooked. You on the other hand found yourself imagining instances where you’d bump into one another again. You know, happenstances… Like if he had the time to drop Arin off at school, although you doubted he’d end up in the staff parking lot again… You’d had a good giggle to yourself remembering his face when he’d realised.
Other incidents were less realistic, like maybe he’d drop off a thank you present the students liked to gift to say goodbye, or maybe you’d bump into him at the grocery store, the park – highly improbable, but you found yourself thinking all these things when you were procrastinating or trying to get to sleep.
Even now as you tried to win a prize at the Ring Toss stall – don’t ask how much money you’d already spent – (obviously using your free time wisely before you were needed again), you found yourself disappointed that things hadn’t worked out quite like you’d imagined today. You were being stupid. The guy was supposed to annoy the heck out of you, yet here you were unable to stop thinking about him. It had been a long time since a man had gotten you this distracted. A really long time…
“Can I help?”
You jumped at the sound of Seokjin’s voice, granted you were in deep concentration, about to launch the hoop, but you felt like you’d been caught doing something wrong. As if he knew you’d been thinking about him, caught you in the act. You whipped your head up, forcing yourself to relax and smile.
“I’ve been watching you try to win for the past ten minutes.” He chuckled. Great. How embarrassing. He stepped closer. “What do you have your eyes so set on?”
Oh, god. Even more embarrassing. You had a split second to make a decision. Be truthful or lie and choose something else. You know what, who cared? You were thirty and still loved stuffed animals. It wasn’t out of the ordinary.
“The alpaca.” You pointed to the white fluffy animal sat on the top shelf. With his cute round face and a red scarf wrapped around his neck, he was adorable and you really wanted him.
Seokjin wasn’t fazed at all. “He’s cute. I’ll try but don’t get your hopes up, okay?”
You nodded and handed him the hoops. He needed to loop all three around the skittles. You watched him with anticipation, thinking to yourself this definitely wasn’t one of your fantasies, but you liked it regardless. Liked it even better when Seokjin managed to win.
“Thank you, Seokjin,” you smiled, his name still feeling strange to say aloud. The man in charge of the game passed you your new ‘pet’ and you held it fondly, unable to stop yourself. Your landlord didn’t allow animals so you’d had to improvise over the years. You’d never had an alpaca before, but you were sure he’d fit right in.
“No problem, I’m glad I could be of service.” He chuckled.
There was a silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable but it was new. You were so used to Seokjin joking about you were expecting him to take the lead. Today he was quiet, actually right now he looked pretty awkward.
You opened your mouth to ask him how he was when you suddenly realised something. How stupid of you. You’d been so distracted by the stuffed animal you hadn’t realised a little certain someone was missing. “Where’s Arin?”
“She’s playing with a friend and their family.” You watched him scratch the back of his neck, looking at you, but not really making eye contact. “Y/N, do you maybe want to take a walk? We could find some where to sit and talk?”
“About what?” You could’ve kicked yourself. Why did you have to ask that? You were just a little dazed from hearing him say your name again.
“Uh, just about Arin really.”
You didn’t really know what you’d been expecting so any answer would’ve surprised you, but you nodded, taking him up on the offer. “Okay.”
You knew a bench away from the fate but still on school grounds, and you walked side by side, noticing just how tall and broad he was. His shoulders looked unbelievable in that sweater, and it hugged his chest perfectly when the light breeze of the afternoon hit him, his well-built chest visible. Not that you were staring or anything, you just happened to notice…
You small talked along the way. Not much, mostly about the fate, but it was enough for you to hit your destination without any awkward silence. You wracked your brains as you sat, wondering what he had to say about Arin. Maybe he wanted to discuss her stories more, thank you for the prize she’d won. What you did know though, was that his cologne really did smell amazing. It was woody, maybe spicy, and just plain addicting. This close proximity was wreaking havoc with you again. You sat the alpaca between you both on bench, acting as a barrier for your sanity.
Seokjin patted its head absentmindedly before he side-eyed you, that amused smile you’d become familiar with upturning the corners of his mouth. “You seem a lot less scrappy today.”
You raised both eyebrows, thrown for a moment. “Scrappy?”
“Yes,” he chuckled, “a lot less intimidating.”
You? Intimidating? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? The sheer power of Seokjin’s brow line alone could bring a person to quivering knees, and that wasn’t mentioning the obvious, like you know, his face. However, he seemed genuine enough. You didn’t really consider yourself feisty, but then again, when pushed to your limits maybe something just snapped inside of you. You had powers you weren’t aware of, obviously. Better own them then…
You gave a small shrug, smirking slightly. “Maybe I’ve chosen to forgive and forget.”
He chuckled again, genuinely amused, but you sensed some reluctance his end, a slight awkwardness. Was he stalling? You suddenly grew a little nervous. The dynamics you’d grown somewhat used to during your last few encounters had shifted without you knowing. Seokjin was a lot less teasing today. How come?
“So,” you pressed carefully, unable to handle the anticipation. “What was it you wanted to say?”
He lifted his head up, warm eyes meeting yours and your insides did that flurrying thing again. Your imagination hadn’t concocted this. When he smiled you realised how kind it was – how kind it could be when he wasn’t being infuriating. “I just want to thank you.”
Your eyes widened before you could control the surprise. “Thank me?”
He nodded, relaxing a little now, pressing his back into the bench. “For being such an amazing teacher to Arin these past couple of months.”
Of course, Arin. That’s what he’d said in the beginning, right? He wanted to sit and talk about Arin.
“That’s really no problem,” you smiled. It was your job after all. Yes, teachers liked being appreciated for their hard work, but personally, praise sent you a little red in the face.
You didn’t know if he heard you, already continuing, as if he’d rehearsed what he wanted to say. “It’s been really hard on her, the change – you know, uprooting the life she knew to come and live with me. New school, making new friends. She was incredibly worried, but you made it so much easier for her.”
Looking at you again, sounding so genuine, you found yourself freezing. You stumbled a little over your words before managing to come up with something functional. “Of course, it’s my job to make every student comfortable in my class.” You were sure any teacher would’ve treated her with the same kindness and care. But, yes, truthfully you had become very fond of her in such a short time. You wanted him to know that in a roundabout way. “I’ll miss her come September.”
He gave you an appreciative smile. “She’ll miss you too.”
Serious Seokjin always threw you. Maybe it was because you had to accept that you’d misjudged him completely. He wasn’t the rich pompous jerk you’d first thought the morning he’d hit your car. You had to admit that like this he impressed and intrigued you. It was why you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him these past two weeks. Which was stupid because you doubted he was doing the same.
“Thanks for choosing her to win that writing competition, by the way.” His voice brought you back to Earth, concentrating on him again to find that mischievous grin all over his face. “Even if you didn’t like the way it ended.”
You scoffed. Was he ever going to drop that? He knew that wasn’t the case. He’d asked for the damn pointer himself. “Well, if Lewis Carroll did it.”
“Kim Arin can too?” He finished, both of you instantly laughing. Once it petered off, he tilted his head to the side, gazing at you almost. It made you fidget a little, getting flustered. “She’s really fond of you. I meant what I said at the parent-teacher meeting.”
God, you really were horrendous at taking compliments. Especially from a man that already made you feel funny.
“She’s always speaking about how kind and lovely you are.” A pause. "...How pretty you are.” You froze. He hesitated, contemplating something in his head it seemed. He looked you straight in the eyes and said casually, “I have to admit, I agree."
Oh. What?! You felt heat begin to travel up your face, your cheeks burning and you prayed it wasn't visible. You didn't know what to reply, but thankfully (perhaps) Seokjin simply carried on, hopefully oblivious to your awkward reaction. You should bypass it too. It probably didn't mean anything. He was just being polite, right?
“Realising it was your car I hit made me feel even guiltier." He shook his head regretfully. "I really am sorry for all that. The damage, stealing your car."
"It's fine, Seokjin." He hadn’t really stolen your car, you’d been extremely overdramatic there. He'd apologised enough already. You were over it. You had two days left of school, the summer all yours, your mood was much better. Let bygones be bygones.
“Yeah but, I should’ve never gotten your car towed. I realise I was out of line. You said you didn’t want my help but I didn’t listen."
You nodded, listening to him, aware he needed to say this. Again, it seemed as if he'd rehearsed it almost, or maybe it was the professional in him. You were too damn stubborn so he wasn't all to blame. You smiled appreciatively, fighting your hand's strange urge to pat his shoulder. It was maybe best that you didn't touch him. Instead you gave a teasing grin. “But you still won’t let me pay you back?”
He whined – or at least that's the only way you could describe it. It tugged at something inside your chest. Maybe it was more like a wail. Less cute. He couldn't believe you were back on that.
"I'm just messing around," you laughed, trying to compose yourself to let him know something too. “While we're on apologies... I'm sorry for being so short with you annnd for calling you a car thief."
He chuckled, brushing a hand through his hair. Oh, it was pushed back above his forehead again today. You hadn't noticed, too distracted by what? His sneakers? The outfit as a whole? His face? “I deserved it, let’s be honest."
"Maybe in the beginning," you admitted carefully, causing him to laugh harder.
“I was way too preoccupied when I hit you. With work and promising Arin I’d drop her off at school – because shamefully I’d never done it before." He turned a little pensive at that, lost in his own thoughts.
“You must be really busy," you said, voice soft. There was no way he could do it all. Work seemingly six days a week and still try to be there for Arin 24/7.
He looked across at you, an eyebrow quirking slightly. What was he surprised by? That you were sympathising with him? He nodded slowly. “It’s just hard learning to juggle everything. Don’t get me wrong, I love having her with me every day, but...”
“I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it soon.” You wanted to say it would be summer break soon enough, but then on second thoughts, maybe that would make things even harder.
“Yeah, maybe,” he shrugged, changing the subject back to you. “Besides, me being busy doesn’t really excuse the fact I hit you. I mean, what if god forbid you’d been walking past my car instead, it doesn’t bear thinking about.” He looked beside himself at just the idea.
“But I wasn’t,” you reminded him, “so it’s perfectly okay.”
“You’re right,” he murmured, giving you a small smile that rounded his cheeks.
There was silence then, where you waited for him to say something else, but he didn’t. Was that all he’d wanted to talk about? To thank you for being a kind teacher to Arin and to say sorry once again for the car debacle? For some reason you felt eager to keep the conversation going. It was an urge deep inside you that acted on its own accord.
“So, what do you do?” You asked, trying your best to sound casual. Not that you weren’t casual. You just didn’t want to make it seem like you were desperate for small talk. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
Again, he looked vaguely surprised. What, that you were interested in him? No, that was phrased wrong. That you were interested. He didn’t meet your eyes as he replied. “I, uh, I’m the CEO of LG. I took over from my father about three years ago.”
You swore your eyes bugged out of their sockets you were so overcome with shock. You were glad he wasn’t looking at you as you tried to pull it together. “The LG?”
Like one of the biggest companies in the country LG? He was way too young surely? Weren’t those type of CEOs old and round looking?
Seokjin chuckled, finally looking you in the eyes. “Unless you know another one.”
You were speechless, well aware you needed to actually say something in reply instead of gawping but what? What could you say to that? “I guess that explains why you’re always so busy then.”
God, why? Of all the things, why that? Well done for stating the obvious, Y/N.
Seokjin gave you a modest smile. “It’s difficult, yes. Trying to manage work and being effectively a single dad, but I really am trying.” He shook his head slightly, as if he was telling himself off. “I missed her so much these past couple of years, so to finally have her living with me is a dream come true. I’m trying to be the best father I can but I guess it’s a work in progress.”
You weren’t expecting him to be this open with you at all. But maybe Soojung wouldn’t be so surprised. She and a bunch of your other friends, even acquittances said that you were easy to confide in. That you listened well and didn’t try to solve everything. You didn’t know how true that was but you didn’t mind listening to him right now. Sometimes confiding in a stranger just worked.
“Arin obviously adores you.” You smiled. “I could see that the day I dropped your car back.”
He gave you a tiny smile of thanks but sighed softly. “I just want her to always be happy. I know coming from a broken home may make that statement hypocritical but…”
“Not at all,” you insisted. “If a relationship isn’t working out then you need to do what’s best for your child, and you.” That was important too. “I mean, my parents divorced when I was quite young and I have a million and one happy memories growing up.”
You grew a little self-conscious, thinking that you were oversharing, but he seemed happy to hear it, perking up a little. “Really?”
“Yep. They beat the ones I have of them yelling at one another.”
He gave a bitter chuckle then, nodding in agreement. “That’s right. It’s just…” He paused and you wondered if he was going to carry on. Was it bad that you felt curious? You liked seeing this side of Seokjin, it wasn’t how your fantasies had gone at all, it was better. Things had taken an unexpected turn but it just seemed to fit. It seemed natural. It felt nice to talk to him like this. Suddenly you didn’t seem so different. Despite the contrasts in your job and lifestyle, they weren’t very apparent here on this bench…
“My ex-wife is… she lives a busy life – even busier than mine. But she loves it. She goes looking for it.” Seokjin explained. You listened politely. “That’s why Arin had to start living with me, and even though I’m pulled thin, I still try to make enough time for my daughter, no matter the day, no matter the time, no matter anything. Nana doesn’t…”
Nana? That was her name. You imagined someone slim and beautiful, it was only fitting seeing as Seokjin was the man she was married to once upon a time. Beauty attracted beauty.
“Is that why you divorced?” Okay, maybe you were prying now. You hoped he didn’t find it rude.
He didn’t. “There were a lot of reasons,” he answered honestly. “It was as much my fault as it was hers. We were going in different directions and had fallen out of love. It’s been a while now, nearly two years, I’m fine.” He met your eyes at the last part, as if he wanted you to understand that. Or maybe you were reading it wrong. Why would he want you to know that?
“Does she live far?” You remembered Arin’s disappointment that weekend when her mom had cancelled their plans. Maybe she lived a while away and it was hard to commute with Arin back and forth.
“No, just in the next city. It’s not far at all. She’s really high up in an accounting firm there. That’s why when we divorced I moved closer to my building here. See, that’s what annoys me the most,” Seokjin scoffed, an edge to his voice now. Oh shoot, you’d made a mistake with that question. “It’s really no distance at all, so why can’t she spare one single day for Arin?”
You made a sympathetic face, unsure what to say. You decided on honesty. “I’m sorry, I can’t even begin to imagine how all that feels.”
Break-ups and divorces were hard yes, but when a child was stuck in the middle a tonne of other complications arose. As a teacher you understood that very well, but as a long-time single woman, maybe not. It had been a while since you’d opened your heart to someone, your life taking a very different turn to what you’d expected three years ago. Not that you minded, you liked where you were heading right now, comfortable and at ease. There was nothing missing. You had your friends and family and that was enough. You hoped Seokjin had people around him too.
“No, I’m the one that should apologise,” he said suddenly, face tinged with colour, as if he was embarrassed. “I’m offloading onto you, that isn’t fair.”
“I don’t mind.” Honestly, you didn’t at all. It wasn’t even offloading, more so a conversation. You were getting to know him.
“You’re just so easy to talk to and I got a bit caught off guard when you started asking about me.” He admitted, his warm eyes finding yours.
Oh. So now you knew for definite he was indeed surprised by all your questions. When was the last time he’d spoken about all that stuff relating his ex-wife? Had he ever spoken about it at all?
“I haven’t been entirely honest with you today.”
His words caught your attention, interrupting your thoughts and in the process confusing you greatly. You raised a questioning eyebrow. What did he mean?
“When I asked you to take a walk I did want to thank you for being so kind to Arin and to apologise for the car trouble, but there was also something else…” You waited patiently, heart thudding quite roughly against your chest for some reason. He looked nervous again. Nervous and awkward just like earlier, before you’d distracted him.
He chose a new direction. One that left you a little dazed. “Y/N, would I be crossing the line if I said I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you lately?” His dark brown eyes searched for any reaction across your face.
“Me?” You asked quietly.
He chuckled bashfully. “Yeah.”
Somehow you found your voice. Well, some of it anyway. “No, it’s not crossing the line.” You wanted to tell him just the same. How he’d slipped into your mind at random times of the day and how you’d secretly been holding out on another meeting. How you’d been anticipating today. But none of that came in your stunned state. Seokjin had been thinking about you? The annoying, exasperating so-and-so hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you?
He instantly looked relieved – and pleased – at your answer. “I’m glad.” A pause as he hesitated. “Do you maybe want to… go out for dinner this Saturday?” He sounded hopeful, adding quickly, “with me, obviously.”
You would’ve giggled at that but nothing was working. You needed to process his question. He was asking you for dinner?
“My way of apologising for everything, my treat…” You guessed he felt the need to explain now, a little panicked by your reaction (or no reaction.) “For hitting your car and towing it away without your permission.”
You laughed then. Just like that your shock dispersing. He was so oblivious it hurt, and now you knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose. He really was that unaware. “So you want to spend more of your money on me?”
You weren’t mad, of course. He knew that, laughing too as he weighed up your reply. “I see the problem.” You snickered, your gaze intimately locking with his in the process. “So, what do you say?” He murmured. “I mean, it’s for a plethora of things really. The car business, all you’ve done for Arin. One massive thank you.”
Oh. You were getting mixed messages here. Was this an apology dinner, a thank you dinner? Or something more? Maybe he read the questioning in your eyes because he was rushing to say more. “As well as just wanting to enjoy your company. I feel like I talked too much about myself today, I’d like to get to know you too…”
Okay, now this sounded awfully like a date… And that word freaked you out. Had you not just been thinking about how happily single you’d been for three years and how all you needed were your friends and family? But honestly, you were getting ahead of yourself. It was one dinner. There was no way to predict the outcome and you shouldn’t even be thinking that far ahead. Sometimes you didn’t need to think. You needed to remember that. Sometimes it was just good to act in the moment. Take cautious to the wind and accept this incredibly handsome man’s dinner invitation, whatever his intention was.
You smiled. “Dinner sounds lovely.”
Seokjin’s eyes widened a tad, surprise visible and he didn’t try to hide it. “Really?” You laughed and nodded. Really you should be the one still shocked, because despite everything – the misjudgements, the attitude, the way you’d been itching for numerous fights with him, it was a wonder why he still wanted to be anywhere near you. …Maybe he liked that… Maybe he liked you? Or were you absolutely barking mad?
“Can I have your number to arrange everything?”
You went to relay it to him, watching him pull his phone from out his front jean pocket but then remembered something. “Oh, I already have yours, should I just text you?”
“That’s my work phone. Maybe we should swap personal phone numbers?”
You mean, you only had one phone, but it made sense why he had two. You were still stuck on the personal part though. A little dazed (and excited) as he saved your number into his phonebook. Your phone was locked up in your classroom, so you couldn’t take his but no matter, you’d just save it once he messaged you.
Seokjin glanced at his watch – an expensive looking thing, but that was really no surprise now – and hummed. “We should head back, the fate will be finishing soon.”
You made more small talk as you walked back, Seokjin wondering if you had any allergies or a special diet so he could bear it in mind when he chose a restaurant. Luckily for you no, but you found out that he was allergic to garlic and potatoes, which seemed ridiculous and highly unfair. But he did admit that he ignored it sometimes, which resulted in disaster often because garlic made him itch like crazy. You had a good laugh over that.
“So, what are you going to name him?” Seokjin asked, stroking the top of your alpaca’s head who was hooked against your hip as you walked.
“Hm. I don’t know.” You shrugged, turning to him. “You decide? You did win him after all.”
“Hmmm,” he thought aloud. A few seconds later he came up with something. “How about RJ?”
“RJ?”
Seokjin chuckled. “Yeah, it’s cute.”
Smiling, you had to agree. “Yeah, it is.” You held the stuffed animal up in front of you, tilting your head to the side. “RJ the alpaca. Perfect.”
Still walking as you spoke, you felt Seokjin move in, hovering his hand behind the small of your back in case you stumbled, your attention elsewhere. You felt the same warmth you had the day he’d called you by your name for the first time…
Of course you had to tell Soojung about the events of the day. It wasn't as if you could keep it a secret – and it wasn't as if you wanted to, you just knew what would happen... She was like a dog with a bone, unable to give it up, making you recall every minute detail down to the socks he was wearing (black, by the way, to match his jeans. You had indeed noticed).
“He’s so smart. He waits until you’re not this kid’s teacher anymore and then BAM, do you want to go on a date?”
“Soojung, it’s not a date," you sighed. “He’s just…being nice."
You were still reluctant to call it a date, because well, he hadn't used the word himself. You didn't want to get your hopes up. Although you would never admit that to her, you knew she understood, in her own roundabout way.
“Being nice?!” She exclaimed, scoffing absurdly loud.
You shrugged. “Yeah, thanking me."
She spluttered, as if she found you terribly naive. “What, thanks for being kind to my daughter? SHUT UP, it’s your job! No, he wants to give you that Dilf dick!"
“Oh, my god. Soojung!” You hushed, immediately feeling your face burn. The thought hadn't even crossed your mind because it was so unbelievable.
Saturday was not that long away, the last two days of school flew by, and whilst you were emotional, your mind was also a little too preoccupied with the weekend and what it all meant. Gradually, you’d finally had to admit to yourself that this was probably, most definitely a date. The word sent a fear through your body like no other. Despite being single for three years, you had been on a few first dates in that time, and obviously they had never led to anything. In fact, it had been over a year since your last and that's when you had sworn off dating altogether.
Min Yoongi. That was the last guy you'd said yes too. A fifth grade teacher at Primrose Hill up until last September. (That had nothing to do with you, by the way, he'd just moved cities last summer to pursue a different career. The date hadn't been that bad...) He was easy on the eye and funny, although maybe a little too sarcastic at times, so much so, you hadn't been able to pick up on the signals until he was cornering you in the staff room and asking you to watch a movie with him that coming weekend. Being both teachers, you'd assumed you'd hit it off straight away, but that wasn't the case. It turned out that Yoongi pretty much hated his job, only there for the extended vacations. That was perfectly fine, you guessed, but you realised that a man like that wasn't for you. How could you both love and hate the same job? It just wasn't feasible.
You didn't miss dating, mostly because you hadn't been that into the idea anyway. But now? Now that the idea had presented itself again? After the most peculiar string of events, you had suddenly found yourself being asked out for dinner by the man who had hit your car, and you were… excited. For the first time in forever, you were excited for a date.
You hadn’t felt like this since –
Since Donghae.
Even thinking his name turned your heart heavy. Not as bad as the original heartbreak three years ago, but the memory was still enough to dampen your mood, if even for a moment. You'd met one another during your last year of college and had stayed together for the next five years. He'd been your forever man, the one you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with – he had proposed to you on your 26th birthday after all... Only, being his fiancé hadn't lasted. Since months later he confessed to cheating on you – repeatedly with a girl that worked in the Starbucks near his work building. It had been the pressure of settling down, that's what he'd told you. He was still young, had been very young when you'd gotten together in college and he wanted to experience life properly. His friends were out clubbing every weekend while he stayed inside playing boardgames with you and your friends. Your friends, as if they weren't his too, as if you all hadn't been joined at the hip in college...
Your life had pretty much crumbled after that. Everything you'd known had been ripped from under your feet and you had no idea what to do or where to go. One day you had been someone's wife-to-be and the next you were a lonely, broken human. You moved in with Soojung, had to take a month off work because you couldn't function properly, and slowly had to learn how to live your life without the love of your life.
It took a while, but gradually you got there. You and Soojung found a new, bigger place to live – where you still lived now – and you found ways to stop thinking about him, went on weekend vacations and started new hobbies. It took just over a year to feel yourself again but dating never seemed right.
Soojung slowly encouraged you to try it out, but the handful that happened in that twelve month period just felt forced – even the one with Yoongi, which had pretty much happened organically (as in, Soojung hadn't set it up…), felt like it was missing something. In a way you knew you were comparing everyone to Donghae, you couldn't help it. You couldn't imagine potentially falling in love with someone else again. He was all you'd known for so long, and once upon a time your relationship had been amazing. He'd been amazing. Getting out of that mindset had been difficult, but there had been an even more difficult one... One you were still struggling with now. The issue of opening up your heart again.
Truthfully, that's why you’d stayed single for so long. Why you'd given up on dating and didn't want to know. The thought of you meeting and falling for someone only to inevitably get hurt again terrified you. You wouldn't say you had trust issues, you knew not every man was like Donghae, but just imagining your world crumbling like it had three years ago was enough to just give up.
It wasn't like you were unhappy though. You’d meant all that stuff about liking where your life was heading. You had your friends and family and a job you loved. Your life was fulfilling, there was nothing missing. But maybe that’s what you’d needed to realise… Life worked in mysterious ways. Once you were happy and content maybe it was finally time to open up your heart again.
The truth was, you were very, very attracted to Seokjin. You felt something, even when you wanted to poke his eyeballs out for being so annoying. Actually, thinking about it, maybe that’s why you’d been so scrappy, your mind was fighting with your heart… Despite the obvious differences between you both, you oddly weren’t fazed by that right now. Seokjin didn’t seem unrelatable in that sense. Yes, your lives were crazy different, but there was something between you. You were sure of it. The way he’d opened up to you on that bench, the way he’d smiled at you, and even the way he’d teased you. It had to mean something.
Sometimes it was okay to trust your heart. That warm feeling weaving its way through your chest… Sometimes it was okay to be a little exposed. Not everyone was out to get you.
What was the worst that could happen? The dinner never led to anything else? That would be okay, you’d get over it. But what if it did lead to something more…?
You deserved to find out, right?
Saturday morning you received a text from Seokjin. You were eating breakfast at the small table you had set up in the kitchen alongside Soojung. She had only just woken up and was still a little bleary eyed but still managed to instantly perk up at the mention of Seokjin. She demanded to see his message straight away.
Unknown (9:32am)
Hi Y/N,
It’s Kim Seokjin, Arin’s father. Just wondering if you still want to have dinner tonight? If so, please let me know and I will send through the restaurant details. We can decide on a time for me to pick you up.
Regards, Seokjin
She squealed. “This guy writes his texts like they’re emails. You just know he’s going to be a good lay.”
“Soojung,” you groaned. She would not shut up about Dilf dick this and Dilf dick that. “What does that even mean?”
“He’s a CEO,” she said simply, eyes wide as if that explained everything. “Of one of this country’s biggest companies. That’s like some type of erotic novel shit.”
You groaned loudly, dropping your head into your hands, but she still continued – sadly.
“But none of that creepy Fifty Shades of Grey stuff. This guy is a real gentleman. Like he puts your pleasure above all else. I think he’d be really good at going down on a woman.”
By this point, you’d stopped feeling flustered by her insane claims. They were just normal now. She was unbelievable. Why was she even thinking of these things and where did she come up with them? You didn’t want to think of Seokjin like that because you really wanted to keep your sanity for tonight. Plus, no way were you ready for something like that yet. You hoped Seokjin wasn’t anticipating something more. You were sure he wasn’t, you hadn’t gotten those vibes. Soojung was just being dumb.
You rolled your eyes. “You don’t half talk some shit.”
You wanted her to point out how cute his text was instead. Like how he’d said he was Arin’s father, you know, just in case you’d forgotten who he was in two days, but no, she was too caught up on potential erotic novel titles.
You slipped to the side with a start when Soojung nudged your shoulder, getting all up into your personal space as she teased you. “I’m right though, huh?”
You pushed her back. “This is just a dinner. Not the start of an erotic novel.”
She shrugged. “I’d read it.”
“What would you read?”
Taehyung’s voice appeared from the doorway and you both looked up to see him leaning against it, eyes still pretty much glued shut, his thick hair pulled all ways.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” Soojung greeted, standing up to make her way towards him. You watched her wrap her arms around his middle, nuzzling into him. She’d only left him in bed not half an hour ago. Seeing your best friend in love was odd but nice. You weren’t used to sappy Soojung, but you had to admit it suited her well. They were cute together.
Taehyung wrapped one arm around his girlfriend and lifted the other to his face, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. “What are you guys yelling about down here? You woke me up.”
“Y/N’s date tonight,”
“Oh, Mr. Dilf?” He sniggered, perking up.
Soojung screeched and joined in. “CEO Dilf dick.”
“You told him?!” You whined, standing to dump your bowl in the sink.
“Of course.” Taehyung smiled smugly. “She tells me everything. Don’t you, babe?”
“Yep.” She grinned. You watched in minor amusement as Taehyung leant down to peck her mouth, Soojung gagging loudly. “Your breath stinks.”
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You replied to Seokjin promptly – well as soon as Soojung and Taehyung had vacated the kitchen – and not long after that he messaged back with the restaurant details, asking if it was okay to pick you up at 7pm. You sent him your address, almost immediately freaking out. You knew his wealth hadn't fazed you that bad, seeing as he was so easy to talk to, but your place and his place were on different planes of existence. You knew it wouldn't bother him, he wasn't like that, you knew that now, but you were still a little self-conscious. It was probably the nerves regarding today. The reality was setting it. The slight doubt…
Soojung wasn't helping.
“There’s steaks on the menu that are more than our rent a week," she awed, looking down at her phone.
Why had you given her the name of the restaurant again? You would never learn your lesson. She had already googled his name when you’d told her he was the CEO of LG and she had been this close to searching his net worth before you’d stopped her. You didn’t want to know, not only was it incredibly invasive, it made you feel slightly faint. Seeing his image pop up online was enough for you . A professional headshot, he smiled kindly into the camera lens. It was crazy to think that it was the man you’d be going to dinner with.
Soojung would be good for one thing though – helping you decide on an outfit for tonight. Taehyung had gone home a couple of hours ago, needed at the bar he owned so she had nothing else better to do. Not that she was listening to you though…
She shrugged. “What did I expect? This dude is a billionaire."
“He’s not."
Billionaire seemed a lot more intimidating than a millionaire, but in reality what was the difference? He was unbelievably rich and you were just... you. You shook your head, attempting to claw yourself out of the anxiety hole you'd found yourself in. His job didn't matter. The restaurant he'd chosen didn't matter. You were going for dinner with him to enjoy his company and get to know him better. The finer details were irrelevant.
“Come on! If not he must be a multi-multimillionaire." She rationalised. "His dad is the billionaire."
You groaned. "Will you stop making me nervous and help me pick something to wear?"
You decided on the midi dress you'd actually worn to Eunbi's wedding last summer. It was the only fancy thing you had – or at least fancy enough to dine at a restaurant that sold insane dollar steaks. But wait, the restaurant wasn't supposed to matter, remember?
You still wanted to look nice though. The dress was modest in itself but maybe the colour was a bit eye-catching – a deep red. Soojung said it was perfect and you'd knock his Dilf socks off. By now you were getting sick of the word. You told her as much.
"What if I don't want to sleep with him?"
"As if." She scoffed. "Your dry spell has gone on far too long. You deserve this." She caught the look of apprehension on your face. "When you're ready of course."
"Don't make me –”
"Nervous, I know" she finished for you, sighing loudly. "There's no need to be. Mr. Dilf is whipped for you, I just know it."
How did she know? She hadn't even met him, but you appreciated the sentiment. You did not appreciate it when she was being a clever bitch though.
"I'm just trying to work this out." She said, watching you apply your mascara in the bathroom mirror. It was much later in the day now, about forty minutes before Seokjin was due to pick you up. You were dressed, hair up, makeup nearly done, and sick to your stomach with anticipation. You hummed, letting her know you'd heard her and to continue.
"You were mad when Dilf spent money on your car but you're okay with him spending mad money on you at this restaurant?"
"Soojung," you warned, staring at her reflection in the glass.
She held her hands up in apology. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just curious. Is it okay when it's food?"
You sighed. You knew it didn't really make sense, you guessed, but well, you'd said yes to the dinner. You hadn't said yes to the car being repaired. That was the difference.
"I'm not going to order the most expensive thing on the menu."
"Well, don't just order a side salad, he'll think you're weird..."
You simply stared at her. Her input was so appreciated.
.
.
“He’s here, oh my god, he’s here!” Soojung screamed, spying through the voile curtains in the living room. "Ten minutes early. I love that."
“Soojung, move away, now." You told her sternly.
“The fucking car–” She cut herself with a muffled sound. As if she was trying to stifle her own screams. You guessed he'd gotten out of said car. “What the fuck, what the fuck, he’s SO hot. I’m going to pass out."
“Soojung!" Dropping your phone into your purse you slipped on your heels, nearly tripping over in the process. You gripped onto the back of the couch just in time. "I swear to god if he sees you."
She spun around, pointing an accusing finger at you. “You never said he was that hot."
You shrugged. "You never asked."
"I asked every goddamn second of the day. You lucky bitch." She walked towards you, fixing a piece of your hair that had fallen into your eyes. “How come you get hot billionaire Dilf and I get the man-child whose special talent is making cocktails."
"Shut up," you scoffed. She loved Taehyung and his cocktail making skills. That's how they'd met after all. She drunk at the bar three days a week for a month straight until he asked her out.
The doorbell rung and you froze, remembering how nervous you were. Soojung's antics had distracted you for a while but now reality was setting in. As you turned to leave she tapped your ass. “Get that Dilf dick, girl!”
"Soojung, I swear to god –”
"I won't wait up."
Ha. As if. She'd be glued to that window until Seokjin dropped you off back home. You knew her all too well, you'd been best friends for over ten years.
In the entryway now, you didn't have time for breathing exercises. Although, you wished you'd had once you opened the door to see Seokjin stood there looking devastating handsome.
“Hi," he smiled, eyes lighting up when he saw you.
“Hey," you managed to squeeze out, cemented to the ground.
He was dressed in a double breasted navy two piece that must have been tailored to fit his body down to the millimetre, a crisp white dress shirt on underneath. His hair looked shorter, falling just above is eyebrows and parted slightly in the middle. He looked good enough to eat. Or good enough to make you pass out. Either one.
“You look beautiful," he awed, rendering you pretty speechless.
This was a date. It really was a date.
"Thank you," you managed to reply, needing to return the compliment. But what could you possibly say?! “You look…really good."
Oh god. How embarrassing.
Especially when Seokjin burst out laughing, that familiar squeak to it that you'd heard at the parent-teacher meeting. "I'll take it. Thanks." He tilted his head. "Are you ready to go? I'm a bit early, I know. Sorry about that."
You nodded, clutching your purse tight to your side. "I, uh... I would invite you in to kill time but my best friend’s embarrassing." You raised your voice a little so she'd hear you, but on her best behaviour she stayed deathly silent. Well done, Soojung.
Seokjin raised an eyebrow, a little confused, but you figured you'd fill him in inside the car. "It's fine," he shook his head.
Seeing you stepping forward he moved to the side, outstretching his arm to invite you to lead the way. You did, making sure not to look back towards the living room window, because you knew for a fact you'd see Soojung pressed up against it.
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“This is all new for me.” Seokjin admitted, sat opposite you as you waited for your dessert. “I haven’t been on a date for years.”
To say the night had gone well would be an understatement. At first you’d been too nervous to even breathe, especially with Seokjin looking like that just a few centimetres away from you as he drove. It didn’t help that he seemed to be some type of regular at the restaurant, getting greeted as if he was an old friend of the manager and led to his ‘usual’ table; a quiet spot away from the hustle and bustle. It turned out he co-owned the place with his brother, looking mildly embarrassed as he told you. It was cute, but he had nothing to be self-conscious over, this was his life, normal to him. I hope you don’t see it as a cop-out, he confessed, causing some confusion your end. Why would you see it that way? This restaurant was beautiful, certainly popular, and you couldn’t wait to try the food. You told him as much and he laughed about feeling nervous now.
You tried lobster for the first time ever – his recommendation. It was kind of messy, but he ordered the same so you were both in it together. You laughed, you joked, you got to know one another more. Conversation came easy, both relaxed in one another’s company, and after the main you both decided to share a dessert, too stuffed for anything more.
“Snap,” you grinned, silently happy that was the case, although rather amazed. Seokjin was, well… him, who wouldn’t want to snap him up? However then again, he was a busy, divorced father. Dating probably wasn’t high up on his list. You were so distracted by his confession, you didn’t even comprehend he’d used the word ‘date.’
“Really?” Seokjin’s eyes bulged slightly. Why was he so surprised?
You shrugged casually. “It’s been well over a year since my last date.”
Seokjin’s mouth curved, amused. “Try over ten.”
“I wasn’t aware this was a competition,” you laughed, but yes, he indeed had you beat.
He laughed along, the arrival of your lemon cheesecake interrupting you both for a moment. It was a few bites later when the conversation got back on track again, Seokjin’s tone careful as he looked across at you, both of you reaching for another bit of the cheesecake with your dessert forks. “You don’t mind me calling this a date, do you? This isn’t the part where you tell me you’ve been in a relationship for five years and you just thought this was an innocent thank you dinner?”
You giggled softy, shaking your head. “No. I don’t mind you calling it a date.” You brought the fork up to your mouth, taking your time to chew before you continued. “Soojung was adamant it was but I… didn’t want get my hopes up?” You wanted to be honest. This night was about opening yourself up to the uncertain.
“Soojung, your best friend? The one you live with?” He asked.
You nodded. You’d already told him all about your best friend, about how you lived with each other. Seokjin hadn’t bat an eyelid, which was nice. You weren’t embarrassed or anything, but the differences in your living arrangements were stark. He thought it sounded fun. He still remembered living with his best friend Namjoon back in college and how entertaining that had been. He’d definitely be up for it again if they weren’t both dads now – divorced at that, but hey ho, that was life.
“Well, she was correct.” Seokjin continued. “I thought I made it clear but I guess I was too cryptic.”
“So, which one is it?” You asked, lifting an eyebrow in interest. “Not an innocent thank you dinner or not an innocent dinner?”
You were feeling brave, however your heart still thudded inside your chest, adrenaline whooshing through your veins. There was something about Seokjin that made you act so out of character…
Seokjin failed to conceal the visible surprise across his features and you watched him swallow before he composed himself, a smirk appearing on his lips immediately. “If I didn’t know any better I would say you were flirting with me right now.”
You shrugged. “I’m just checking if your intentions are innocent or not?” You took another bite of the cheesecake.
His smirk grew, and you watched him drop his fork onto the plate to lean back in his chair. “I would say they are, however, I did have plans to kiss you on the cheek tonight, so maybe, busted?” He chuckled then, at himself – he liked doing that you’d noticed. It was kind of cute.
The butterflies were back. Now there was no need to ignore or try to explain them. You took them as what they were – a good sign. Humming aloud, you tilted your head to the side and pretended to contemplate. “I think I can let you do that.”
Seokjin laughed. “You can? Okay, that sounds good.”
You reached for your glass of wine, needing a sip just to calm the flurry inside of you. Seokjin tucked his chair closer, still laughing but quietly now, more like a chuckle. “Honestly, I was pretty much shitting my pants today.”
You snorted into your glass, taken by surprise at his choice of words. “Sorry,” you apologised, feeling a little bit embarrassed by the sound that had just left your nose. He didn’t same fazed. “I was nervous too.”
That seemed to settle him. He smiled fondly, fingers tracing the brim of his glass. “I guess we were being silly.” His lips parted to say something else but he hesitated. You watched him take a quiet exhale, then he continued. “My therapist has been begging me to try dating again for months but the thought has always been pretty terrifying.” He gave a small shrug, his warm eyes locking with yours. “Until I met you.”
You could feel your heart rate speeding up, unable to stop the smile that spread across your face. He was pleased, grinning back, posture visibly relaxing. “She said I should face up to my fears and just ask you out.”
There were a lot of thoughts whirring through your mind right now. The fact he felt comfortable enough to disclose with you that he had a therapist, and the fact that he’d even mentioned you to her, that she had encouraged him to ask you out. The fact he’d liked you enough to want to take the plunge at all. After two years of being alone, you were the woman who had made him want to try again… It felt comparable to your own thoughts, to your feelings… and that’s why you felt so relaxed tonight. It just felt right.
“I like you, Y/N.” He confessed. “I know we don’t know one another very well, but I hope that this is just the beginning.”
Despite his words sending your butterflies crazy, you kept your cool, trying to stunt your smile. “You’re not so bad yourself, I guess.”
He chuckled. You let yourself smile at the sound. “Not so bad. I’ll take it.” He picked up his fork again, taking a bite of the cheesecake you’d both forgotten about. His voice was careful, genuine to match his expression, when he carried on. “Despite the circumstances of how we met and what followed, I don’t know, I haven’t felt a spark like that in forever.” He reached for a sip of his wine, laughing. “What do you think? You can call me crazy if you want.”
“I think you’re right.” There was no doubt about it now. You’d been adamant in the beginning that was nothing there – no spark, no flirting, insisting Soojung was wrong, but now you couldn’t deny the obvious attraction. You’d immediately bounced off one another that evening during the parent-teacher meeting, despite your annoyance the day before.
You grinned. “You frustrated me to no end but I felt something too.”
He tilted his head to the left, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Frustrated you? How so?”
“You know how,” you laughed. “I may or may not have called you an exasperating bastard in my head.”
He couldn’t contain himself then, taken back and genuinely amused. “Oh god,” he practically wheezed. “I like that one.”
You laughed along, unable not to when the sound he made brought you such joy. You reached for another forkful of cheesecake, the dessert nearly coming to an end. Just like the date, you thought. You didn’t want it to end, you were enjoying yourself too much.
“What about now?”
You looked up at Seokjin, eyes widening in question. What did he mean? He was staggeringly composed now, although his eyes shone with mischief as he grinned and explained. “Do I frustrate you now?”
You tried to stunt your own smile, shrugging your shoulders. “Not tonight.”
“At the fate?”
“Nope.”
He nodded his head, seemingly happy with your answers. “I guess things are looking up then.” He picked up his glass again, about to take a sip before he paused and added, “Although, I must admit, I liked frustrating you. You look so cute when your mad.”
You felt heat immediately burn its way to your cheeks, hoping the lighting in this restaurant was dim enough not to make it obvious. He took a swig of his wine. “Watch it, Mr. Kim.” As he chuckled it muffled inside the glass.
You went for the last piece of cheesecake, figuring you were owed that now. You looked across at him as you chewed, knowing that if you really wanted this to happen again you needed to let him know. Face up to your fears of opening up, telling people how you really felt. “I’d like to get to know you better, Seokjin.”
“Really?” He sounded hopeful, fingers playing with the rim of his wine glass again.
“Mmhm.” You nodded. “You seem like a lovely man if we ignore the car stealing...”
“Hey,” he whined, “you apologised for that already, you can’t bring it up again.” You held your hands up in silent defence, chuckling silently, watching him lean closer. “But please, go back to what you were saying about me being a lovely man. Stroke my ego, it’s been a long week.”
Had it? You were curious, concerned really. You thought to ask him if he wanted to talk about it, but you guessed the last thing he’d like to do was discuss work on a date. Instead, you decided to tell him about what attracted you most to him. The thing that had inevitably made you change your mind and realise that maybe, quite possibly, you’d misjudged him.
“Arin really adores you and I can see how much you dote on her. Any man cherished by his child is a good one in my eyes.”
“Oh.” He simply replied, possibly at a loss of words. He looked touched – happy, but ultimately unsure of what to reply, so he bypassed it in a way, raising an eyebrow. “So is there some kind of checklist?”
“What do you mean?”
He gave a slight shrug. “Like, ‘kids like him – check.’ ‘He knows how to clean dishes – check.’ – I can by the way. I’m really good with a pair of washing up gloves and some dish soap.”
You burst out laughing, not quite believing your ears. “Yeah, okay.” You admitted. “There’s a list.” Didn’t every woman have one?
“Let’s see how I fare then.” Seokjin said, sounding sure of himself as he leant back in his seat, hands behind his head – the image of casual. Maybe you were into this cocky Seokjin… It was sort of hot.
“Okay so…” You began, leaning forward. “Family man – check.” You’d already approved that one. “Loves animals?”
He scoffed. “Easy. Animals are so much better than humans.”
Okay, more points his way… “Uhh.” You thought aloud, racking your brains. “Does he make me laugh?”
Seokjin mulled it over. “That sounds like a decision you have to make, but I think it’s a yes? I mean, you’ve been laughing all night. Unless you were just being nice.”
“No, you are funny,” you confirmed, although you were unable to miss an opportunity to mess around with him. “You have that, what should I call it,” you pretended to think, “that old man type sense of humour.”
“Hey. I’m not that old,” he huffed.
You chuckled quietly. True, he wasn’t old, but you were still surprised when you’d found out he was turning 38 this coming December. Some people were blessed with ageing gracefully. Of course he was one of them. The man looked amazing for someone two years away from forty.
“What about you?” You wondered. “Do you have a checklist?”
He sat upright again, setting his elbow on the table to drop his chin in his palm, giving you his full attention. “Yes, and you check them all.”
“I do?” You laughed in disbelief. Either he was easy to please or he wanted brownie points.
He shrugged, as if to say of course. “You’re funny, caring, can be kind of scary at times – which I’m sort of into, to be honest.”
“I’m not scary,” you protested, pouting slightly. However, what? He was into it? That made you feel funny…
He smirked. “I beg to differ.”
You rolled your eyes. “What else do I check off?”
He didn’t need time to think. “You’re insanely beautiful.” Your dumbfounded expression made him second guess himself. He pulled a face. “Yikes. Too cheesy?”
You grinned, getting a hold of yourself. “Maybe, but then again, maybe I like that.” How could you not like being called beautiful? How could you not like receiving a compliment? Especially from him.
He smiled, gazing into your eyes as he leant forward. You felt immediate warmth when his hand cupped yours across the table. This was the first time he’d touched you, right? Your mind was a blur right now, unable to recall two hours ago, let alone two weeks ago. When he spoke, you only felt warmer, the soft timbre of his voice fluttering through your whole body. “I’m really attracted to you, Y/N.”
And what could you say to that? You swallowed, wetting your throat, realising it had become dry. He was waiting for a reply, amused by something – your blank looking face most probably. He had the ability to render you speechless, and he knew it. He liked it.
Well, no, not on your watch. You’d get the last word. You’d win.
Composing yourself, you slipped your hand from under his, tapping it lightly, as if you were consoling him. “I’ve said it once already, but you’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Kim.”
Taken aback, he chuckled quietly in bemusement, shaking his head. “You’re going to give me wrinkles.”
.
.
A man of his word, he did kiss you on the cheek after the date was over. He waited until he had driven you home and opened the door for you to step out of the car – ever the gentleman, you’d teased. You stood by the little gate that lead a pathway to your front door, and that’s where he’d leant down to place his lips ever so lightly against the top of your left cheek. You smiled shyly up at him, unable to play it cool this time.
He looked a little rosy in the face too, unsure as he smiled. “I had a lovely time tonight.”
“Me too,” you agreed. “Can I take you out next time?” You surprised yourself by the offer, that kiss must have shot some confidence into you.
He looked surprised too, but into it, tilting his head in curiosity as he looked down at you. “Where do you suggest?”
“My place?” Okay, so it wasn’t ‘taking him out’ but you liked the idea best. Soojung could stay over Tae’s. She owed you one. “I can cook for you,” you offered, a hand unconsciously reaching for the collar of his jacket, straightening it for him. “To you know, return the favour of you paying for dinner to say sorry for paying for my car to get fixed.”
His hand clasped around yours, dropping it between your bodies to hold it as he chuckled.
“This is getting a little confusing now.” He swung your hand gently and you curled your little finger around his loosely. You could get used to this physical contact. It felt ordinary, like you’d been doing it forever. “Can’t we just call it dating and have done?”
You rolled your shoulders with a sigh, sounding casual and unbothered. “I guess, if it’s easier.”
Seokjin’s laugh got lower, his face closer. His eyes kept looking between your eyes and lips, and you realised your heart was beginning to beat slower, or was it faster? You couldn’t tell anymore, but you could hear it pounding lightly inside your ears. You were in the middle of playing the same game – eyes then lips, eyes then lips – the seconds feeling more like minutes as he leant in closer and closer, but then –
You spotted Soojung in the window as you happened to glance behind Seokjin’s shoulder. She had now totally bypassed the voile curtain, thinking she was Miss. Inconspicuous with the lights off. The street lighting was as bright as anything though, and all you could see was her face glowing like a ghost as she ruined the moment entirely. You were not having your first kiss with Seokjin in front of her prying eyes.
Seokjin realised your attention was elsewhere now, awkwardly pulling back to scratch his neck with his free hand. You clutched at the hand that was holding yours, not wanting him to think you’d blown him off. He didn’t say anything though, just continued your conversation with a bemused smile. “Um, so what are you going to cook?”
“What do you like?” You asked, only half your attention on him. Maybe you could silently signal to Soojung, tell her to get the hell out of the window before Seokjin noticed.
“I’m easy,” you heard him reply. “What’s your speciality?”
“Uh…” Think Y/N, think. Distracted you said the first thing that popped into your head, still trying to force Soojung away with just your eyeballs. “Lasagne.”
“Lasagne?” He sounded interested.
You finally met his eyes for more than five seconds, feeling a little panicky. “Yeah, my World Famous Italian lasagne.”
Oh no.
Seokjin laughed, dropping your hand to cup your cheek instead. Earlier, if this had happened you would have spontaneously combusted but now you had a case of the Nosey Friend and you couldn’t concentrate to save your life. “Okay, now you’re just talking big.”
You couldn’t help it, your eyes attempting to dart past his shoulder again. He noticed – he’d probably noticed this entire time, an eyebrow of his raising. “What is going on over my shoulder?”
You tried to stop him, clinging to his elbow, but he turned around anyway, eyes falling on Soojung immediately. You saw her instantly panic and jump back, dropping the curtain in front of the window again. “That’s just Soojung,” you sighed. “Ignore her, she’s an idiot.”
Seokjin was deeply amused, laughing as he turned back to you. “So, is next Saturday okay?” You pressed.
He grinned. “Saturday sounds perfect to me.”
As you said your goodbyes, Seokjin turned to the window and gave a small wave, chortling to himself. You couldn’t see Soojung anymore but you just knew she was still spying. But relieved Seokjin didn’t seem fazed, you made your way inside, giving Seokjin a wave by the door as he pulled off, feeling happy, yet a little sad the night was over already. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d enjoyed yourself like that.
It was only when you were inside did you remember what you’d just done, too preoccupied to think properly beforehand. Oh God, the lasagne. Saturday night was going to be a disaster.
Soojung came running into the entry way, interrupting your freak out. “He saw me! He saw me!” Her voice was shrill, and you couldn’t tell if it was because she was embarrassed or excited.
“That’s what happens when you spy, idiot,” you swiped, kicking off your heels. The instant relief brought you no comfort. “Soo, I’ve done something stupid.” You admitted.
She instantly looked worried. “What? What have you done?”
You sighed, already feeling like a fool. “Okay so, I invited him over next weekend and said I’d cook for him.”
“Girl is horny for that D–”
“Shut up, that’s not the problem,” you stopped her. She looked puzzled. “You were distracting me!” It was all her fault. You weren’t taking the blame. “He asked me what I was gonna cook and I told him I make a World Famous Italian lasagne!”
Your best friend was silent for an extended second, making sense of your words before she burst out laughing. Highly dramatic, practically doubled over, splitting her sides. Even more dramatic than you for freaking out over a damn lasagne.
“You have never made lasagne in your entire life!” She exclaimed. “What were you thinking?”
“It was your fault!” It was also her fault you didn’t get to kiss Seokjin properly too. But you weren’t going to bring that up now, unable to bear the constant teasing that would ensue.
“My fault?!” She laughed. You just rolled your eyes. She did not appreciate that at all. “Whatever. I can’t wait to see your “World Famous Italian lasagne.” Make sure to save me some, won’t you?”
“Right,” you huffed. “For that, I’m not telling you how the date went.”
She soon changed her tune, needing all the details just to be able to sleep tonight…
Written 2020 - 2021.
Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed.
© floralseokjin 2021
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𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀 & 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 ➺ 𝘼𝙧𝙞 𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣
Categories: The Red Sea Diving Resort (TRSDR) - AU
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The Red Sea Diving Resort (TRSDR): one shots, series, headcanons, drabbles, blurbs
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