Word count: 4890 Genre: Smut Warnings: Rough sex, slight domination, slight choking/breath play. Summary: When you’re stuck in an elevator that’s stopped working, what else is there to do to pass the time?
You stood awkwardly in the elevator, stealing glances at the man
beside you, his intimidating features making you look back almost every
seconds. How long does it take to get to the ground floor??? You looked
upwards, still on one of the highest floors, so you would have to stand
here awkwardly a while longer.
The men beside you looked very
handsome, intimidatingly handsome and it appealed to you so much and you
didn’t understand quite why. He had snakebite piercings, and another
piercing at his eyebrow, his hair was slicked backwards and black, his
shoulders broad, he wore a tight black tank top with a leather jacket
and jeans. His expression sported a resting bitch face, but a fucking
hot one. You were completely opposite to him, you wore a blazer with a
fancy top with skinny black jeans and black heels as you were leaving
from a late interview you just had, you gave a slight wave to your hair,
making sure you looked formal enough to please your interviewer.
would have been shocked if he couldn’t tell how much you were staring
at him. You kept to one side of the elevator, while he kept to his. Not
looking each other in the eye to avoid anymore tension in the elevator,
there was already so much that you could cut it with a butter knife.
You watched the floors slowly change. Was the elevator going in slow
motion or something? You sighed as you checked the time on your watch
and then suddenly you flung from the wall as the elevator came to a
sudden stop, the elevator flung you to the floor and you gasped, but two
arms caught you right before impact, the man lifted you back up and
allowed you to regain your balance before removing his arms from your
“Thank you” you said to him, locking eyes with him for the
first time and seeing how beautifully brown they were, you couldn’t
help but stare down when his intense gazed locked on you for too long.
welcome” he said to you, staring up at the elevator, which was no
longer moving. Once he realised it wasn’t about to keep going he started
to get impatient.
“What the fuck” he said, as the lights
flickered every now and then. The elevator was officially stuck, just
fucking great. He attempted to press the emergency button but it gave
him an electric shock back and he cursed in response.
“I guess it’s not working…” you sighed.
“No shit” You stared at him as his anger started to boil and the elevator started to get hotter every second.
“HEY!” he shouted out repeatedly.
“No one is going to hear you”
ignored you, his anger rising as he started to bang on the elevator
doors, punching them with enough strength that you actually saw a small
dent left in the door.
“Hey! Can you calm down!” he ignored you again, ready to punch the door again so you quickly grabbed him arm, pulling him back.
“No! Who knows how fucking long we are going to be stuck in here”
it sucks! but leaving dents in the door isn’t going to help either of
us so stop!” He focused his glare on you, his angry gaze once again
melting you and you had to stare away.
“Whatever” he said in defeat.
You both stood there in silence and frustration as ages past and it felt like forever each second you were stuck in there.
barely anyone in the building its night time do they even know we are
here???” You broke the silence finally, expressing your worries.
He ignored you once again, his ignorance starting to frustrate you and you scoffed.
“We are both stuck here the least you could do is fucking talk” This caught his attention.
“What do you want me to say!?” he asked back, his tone filled with annoyance.
“Anything!” you waved your hands around in frustration, just signalling for him to do anything, “Whats your name!” you asked him, trying to initiate any conversation, hoping he would take part.
“He speaks! I’m y/n”
“We’ll I might have said its nice to meet you but under the circumstances, it’s not.” His blunt honesty kind of made you laugh.
“That’s fair enough, ditto” He smirked back at you, the mostly friendly thing he has done this whole time.
two finally started to make some small talk and he opened up, he asked
about your interview and you asked him questions too, the time passing a
bit quicker, but the elevator was heating up which was making the situation
more unbearable. You stared at the time on your watch and you were shocked.
have been in here for almost 2 hours! It’s almost midnight!” He just
looked at you and shook his head, he didn’t bother trying to reassure
you about getting out or anything like that because he knew it was
useless, you two could be in there all night.
You started to fan your face and you noticed tiny sweat beads on his face across you, glistening on his forehead.
its getting to hot, how you’re still wearing that leather jacket is
beyond me” you said, you took of your blazer, you tight formal top
showing underneath, and he stared at you as you took it off, your chest
glistening with tiny dots of sweat and he couldn’t help but stare as you
chest moved up and down from the rising heat. Watching you just made
him sweat and get even more hotter so in response he decided to take off
his jacket too. You watched him as he did so, his muscles flexing, and
his arms toned and gorgeous as you stared at them, silently thanking for
his choice in a black singlet. But you shook your head and discarded any
inappropriate thoughts away.
The heat was getting to you both,
your cheeks flushing, both of you breathing heavier, trying to keep up
small talk but you were both just concentrated on fanning yourself.
Sweat was glistening down the both of you and you both leaned on the
walls off the elevator.
“Fuck I can’t do this anymore” He said,
leaning his head up and you watched his neck as he swallowed, his adams apple moving up and down as he did so, his
movements flustering you. He put his face back down and stared at you,
catching you stare at him and you quickly turned away but he shot a
smirk at you, such a cocky smirk that it sent a tingle down your back.
You kept your place against the wall but he pushed himself off it it,
moving towards you, his hands in his pockets. You looked up at his eyes,
his pupils dilated so suddenly.
“What are you doing?” you asked him as he moved dangerously close to you.
“I can think of something to pass the time” he said, his deadly smirk making your face flush bright pink.
be silly” you attempted to move away from him but his arms leaned on
the wall, encasing your body and trapping you in the corner of the
“I see the way you have been staring at me, it’s not
exactly subtle” you shied at his words, trying to stare at anything but
his face. His hand came down to your chin, pulling your face upwards to
look at him.
“We are going to be in here a while” was the last
thing he said to you, you gulped as his lips came closer and closer to
yours, but you weren’t moving away, you wanted this, you didn’t know
what it was about him that made you want this so much but the urge was
impossible to resist, so when his lips finally reached yours, you let
him kiss you. You kissed him back immediately, his lips molding into
your own and you felt his shit eating grin in the kiss.
“Knew you couldn’t resist”
shut up” you said, bringing his face back down to yours. You both
melted into each others lips. His tongue pushed into your mouth, and he
dominated over you, licking around and nibbling on your bottom lip
whenever he had to pull away to breathe. The hotness of the elevator
made you two breathe even heavier, your chests rising up and down very
fast as sweat trickled down your foreheads. His hands grabbed at your
sides, pushing you back roughly against the elevator wall as his deep
kisses became rougher, your hands grabbed at his hair and tugged roughly
as your tongues battled together. You moaned into the kiss, the
roughness overwhelming you and arousing you all at the same tie and he
was definitely living up to his intimidating appearance as he pressed
you against the wall with his hips. You were trapped in him and you
loved it. His hands dug into your hips, grabbing roughly at the hem off
you shirt and pulling it above your head and throwing it behind him. You
continued kissing and you grabbed at his shirt, discarding it from his
body. You ogled at him for the shortest moment, taking in his broad
shoulders and toned chest while he unclipped your bra, pulling it off
His lips moved to your neck, biting harshly and
roughly while his hands grabbed onto your breasts, rubbing them roughly
at the same time.
“Fuck Jaebum” you moaned as his teeth dug into
your skin and your nipples hardened against his touch. He bit down
harder in response to hearing his name, groaning against your skin and
you gasped as he left numerous marks and deep bruises all over your neck,
the feeling so painfully pleasurable and you couldn’t describe it. The
rising heat of the elevator just amplified the feeling of the situation
and you could feel your arousal in your panties getting wetter and
wetter by each second as his hands explored your body, squeezing on your
hips, your breasts and tugging you into whatever place he wanted you to
be and you let him have complete control over your body. Your hands
grabbed at his hair tightly as his lips moved to your breasts, sucking
on your breasts and leaving wet spots as he spread out his rough kisses,
your breath hitched in your throat as he bit down onto your breasts,
turning them into a perfect shade of purple and blue as he left bruises
and marks on you.
You moaned and moaned as he returned the
pleasure to the other breast while licking and rubbing at the same time.
Your breasts perked for him and boosted his ego as he hardened his
treatment, rubbing both of your breasts roughly in his hands while
licking in between.
“Fuck they’re so perfect” he said to you and
you moaned at his words, his face came back to yours as he started
kissing you again. He grabbed both of your hands with just one of his,
pinning them above your head and against the wall as he nibbled on your
bottom lip. His other hand came up to your neck, squeezing very lightly
lifting your head up to face him. His lips crashed onto yours as the
grip on your neck didn’t loosen, making it harder for you to breath but
the feeling excited you and you wanted more. Your tongue explored his
mouth as his did the same and you both groaned into the kiss, his grip
on your neck getting the littlest bit tighter, your hands struggled in
his, wanted to touch him and run them through his hair but he didn’t let
you, keeping your hands above you.
His hands finally let go of
your neck and your own hands, moving down your body on to the floor,
looking up at you as he took your shoes off, sliding them behind him, he
moved back up, towering in front of you and staring straight into your
eyes as his hands slid down the zipper of your jeans but not sliding
them down your legs just yet. One of his hands gripped your hips, making
sure you were pushed into the wall while the other slowly slid into
your pants, your head rolled back as he rubbed you tormentingly over
your panties, allowing you to acknowledge just how wet you have become
and you sighed at the feeling.
“Already so wet for me” His hand
on your waist grabbed your chin, lowering your face down to look at him
and you kept your eyes on each other as he rubbed you slowly and deeply
over and over again.
“Keep looking at me y/n, don’t look away, I
want to see your face as I pleasure you…” you did as he told, keeping
your gazes on each other and trying your best not to look away when his
thumb ran rougher over you. You chest breathed heavy, your breasts
bumping into his own toned chest every time you breathed. He moved his
hand into your panties, rubbing his thumb slowly but deeply over your
clit and you hissed at the feeling, cursing under your breath as you
continued to stare at him, yours and his eyes dilated with lust, the
mirrors in the elevator officially steaming up.
As his thumb
rounded your clit his fingers rubbed you up and down, coating your
wetness all over you before sliding two fingers inside of you.
you almost tore you gaze away as he started pumping inside of you,
sticking with a slow pace that roamed around inside you, feeling your
walls from side to side as his fingers moved round and round inside you
and all you wanted to do was roll your head back, but instead, you
settled with gripping his shoulders for dear life.
keep it up” he said to you as you continued to follow his instruction.
As he pushed his fingers in as deep as possible he continued to roam
your insides, fingers slightly curling inside you which made you writhe
in response to him, barely being able to stand still from all the
pleasure. You could feel his ring as he pushed his fingers in and out of
you and it just amplified your pleasure by a million. More and more
curses started to leave your mouth until Jaebum came to a halt, removing
his hand from your clit and you inside, bringing his fingers up to your
lips and you took them in your mouth straight away, sucking and licking
his fingers as you tasted yourself on him, keeping your eyes on him as
you did so, the look you’re giving him making him groan and the bulge in
his pants starting to grow.
You released his fingers from your
mouth with a lewd pop and licked around your lips. You both stared at
each other deeply as he started dragging your pants and panties down you
legs, as they reach the floor you kicked out of them and he pushed them
behind him. You reached for his jeans, undoing the button and zip and
dragging his jeans and boxers down to the floor, discarding them also.
His erection sprang free and you only tore your eyes away for a second
to glance at the impressive length before concentrating your look back
onto him. As you were about to get down onto your knees he stopped you.
yet baby” he said as he kept you trapped against the elevator wall. The
small space in the elevator was heated up and the mirror was officially
steamed out, sweat was running down both of your skin and you couldn’t
help but admire the way it made him glisten. Jaebum dropped onto his
knees, looking up at you as his hand returned to your core, pushing
three fingers now inside you and you almost screamed as he immediately
settled for full speed, the coarse feeling of his ring making your walls
clench around his fingers. As his fingers continued their sins his face
moved to your clit, and his tongue started to lick you, at a complete
opposite speed from his fingers. His tongue slowly lapped at your clit,
little kitten licks that were driving you absolutely insane and you
wanted more but you couldn’t say the words. You kept your stare at him,
trying your very best not to look away, but it was getting harder each
“OhHH ~ Fu-ck!” his licks on your clit started to
get deeper and you felt your legs starting to tremble and shake, I
guess Jaebum felt it too, so he used his spare hand to hold you up. His
fingers curled inside you and he started to nibble and suck on your clit
and you couldn’t stare at him any longer, your head rolled back in
pleasure hitting the elevator wall and you moaned and groaned and
cursed, lewd noises spilling from your mouth and if no one knew you two
were stuck here, they probably know now…
Your hands tugged at
his hair roughly, pushing his face further into you. You rolled your
hips back and forth for more friction but he stopped you immediately,
firmly placing his arm across you to keep you still on the wall when all
you wanted to do was move. He nibbled and sucked at your clit roughly
while his fingers continued their ministrations, curling and pumping in
and out of you. His licks became long and his sucks rougher and the
sounds coming from his tongue and his finger fucking filled up the
elevator. He licked up and down your clit and you screamed in pleasure,
the pleasure knot in your stomach starting to tighten and you couldn’t
hold your orgasm much longer.
“Im– so close- Fuck!” Jaebum
quickened his speed, his muscles tensing and going into overdrive as he
pushed you towards your orgasm, but he decided to change it up, removing
his fingers from you and replacing them with his tongue as his thumb
now roughly traced deep circles around your clit and you mewled in
delight, his tongue licking around your entrance before sliding inside
you, licking around your walls, pushing in and out of you and licking up
and down, the feelings making you see stars, your breath started to get
hitched and you were almost choking from barely being able to take a
deep breath. With a few more clean licks and rubs and tugs at your
clit, your orgasm hit you like no other and you screamed his name over
and over as your back arched off the wall, your body shaking as you
orgasm ripped through your, your eyes clenched shut and your mouth wide
open, not able to release a noise. Jaebum continued his actions as you
rode out you high, and when you finally started to relax against him he
removed his tongue and his fingers from you, licking his lips and his
fingers as he lifted himself off the floor. You opened your eyes and he
was staring down at you, a smirk planted across his face at your messy
As your breath started to become even again he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.
“Ready for round 2 princess?” You didn’t have the strength to reply so you nodded weakly at him. Ready for a fuck you knew you were going to remember.
placed his hands underneath your thighs before lifting you up, you
cradled you legs around him as your arms held tightly around his neck,
he left soft kisses to your breasts before aligning himself with your
entrance and sliding into you, the feeling causing an immediate response
to you as your head tilted back in a deep groan.
“Fuck you’re so
tight and wet-” he groaned as he entered you to the brim, giving you
only seconds to adjust to his length as he started slowly pulling all
the way back out. You cursed under you breath as he slowly pulled in and
out of you, setting a tormentingly slow pace and you just wanted more
from him. Your hands tightly gripped the nape of his neck. Jaebum
continued his torments, pulling out all the way to the tip and then
slamming back into you hard, filling you to the brim and deep throaty
groans fell from your plump lips.
As he continued his slow but
hard pace it was starting to get to much for you and you needed him to
go faster, but the pleasure he was giving you was stopping you from
formulating any kind of english word.
“please–UGH” was all you
could muster out. Somehow he knew what you meant and started to increase
his speed, slamming his dick in and out of you, the faster pace making
your back scrape against the elevator wall. His hands grabbed your hips,
lifting them up and down rapidly to match the movement of his thrusts
and you knew you would have bruises on your hips tomorrow from his tight
grip. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades and you almost drew
blood from digging so much.
“FUCK! Jaebum!” you writhed against
him, his thrusts so powerful. He thrust harder and deeper and started to
hit your g-spot every time and your body shook and trembled from his
“Keep moaning my name baby-” Jaebum’s face in
front of you was scrunched up in concentration and pleasure from his
thrusts, sweat running down his forward, his teeth clenched and his
eyebrows furrowed together. You knew your face was just as sweaty as
your hair stuck to your forehead. As his thrusts started to become more
powerful by the second he sunk his head into the crook of your neck,
biting down as he thrusted up into you, you could feel the pressure of
his teeth in your neck and it just amplified your pleasure as you
groaned his name again, over and over. With each passing thrust he hit
you in all the right spots and your walls clenched around him making him
curse under his breath.
You could feel scratches forming on your
back from being shoved into the elevator wall with each of his thrusts
but feeling was nothing compared to the pleasure he was giving you and
you couldn’t care less. He removed his hands from your hip, placing them
on your ass and lifting you higher to try and reach deeper in you, and
he did, making you cry in pleasure, tears starting to form in your eyes
as the knot in your stomach started to reappear, he squeezed and
messaged your cheeks in his hands and his lips went back to your
breasts, kissing and tugging on your nipples roughly.
so close!” you mewled in delight, your walls continued to clench around
him and he increased his speed to get you closer to your high.
removed one of your hands from his neck, your hand was in between the
two of you, moving down to your core and you rubbed fast circles around
your clit, moans and curses spilled from your mouth as you received
pleasure from yourself and Jaebum. “Fuck that’s so hot y/n” he
said, seeing you pleasure yourself and seeing you face so concentrated
on reaching your high turned him on so fucking much he almost reached
his own then and there. You started to see stars and you orgasm was
inches away, so you roughened your hands to match the rhythm of Jaebum’s
powerful thrusts. Seconds later you felt your orgasm wash over your
body and you screamed as your back arched off the wall, your other hand
slamming onto the mirror of the elevator, leaving a nice big hand print
in the steam. He continued to thrust into you as you rode out your high,
leaving more marks on your breasts as his hands dug into your ass,
squeezing tightly. All your muscles tensed as the pleasure came through
your body, your whole body shaking, your chest heaved up and down
rapidly and you soon started to relax from your high, removing your hand
from your core and relaxing your back onto the wall. You took heavy
breaths as you tried to re-catch your breath. When you finally relaxed,
Jaebum dropped your feet back to the floor and you almost lost balance
as your legs felt like jelly.
He removed himself from inside
you, and you grabbed him, pushing him and shoving him into the wall as
you dropped to your knees, immediately taking his length into your
mouth, sucking around his tip as your hand rubbed and pumped the rest of
“Fuck!” he groaned as his head tilted back to lean on the wall, his hands grabbing your hair, keeping a tight grip on it.
tongue lapped around his length, flat tonguing him from bottom to top,
and releasing his dick with a lewd popping noise every time. You
hollowed your cheeks around him when you sucked deeply. As you brought
your mouth back up to hip tip, you licked around his tip. You could feel
his dick pulsating and his hands started gripping your hair more
He started to thrust in and out of your mouth, the
feeling of his going at the back of your throat making you gag on his
dick, the vibrations from your mouth sending waves of pleasure through
him. You rested your hands on his thighs for support, feeling them tense
every time he fucked your mouth. You tried your best to keep up with
his rhythm, licking around him best you could whenever he thrusted back
into your mouth, but he chased his high and took control, he bragged all
your hair into his hands, bobbing your head back and forth to match his
thrusts. He moaned repeatedly and numerous swears fell from his
lips each second as he came closer to his high. You could feel his cock
throbbing inside your lips and knew he was close.
The lewd sound
of sex filled the elevator and you eyes teared from the intensity of
him filling up your mouth. Your groans and gagging getting him close to
his orgasm so you continued to moan against his dick, the vibrations
running through his body, his face was scrunched up in pleasure and his
head rolled back as he moaned your name.
“Fuck y/n!” he groaned
as his orgasm crashed through him, his warm seed filling your mouth,
spilling from your lips as he continued to thrust, riding out his high.
His heavy breaths filled the room and his chest was going up and down at
a fast rate as he was trying to catch his breath, his thrusts becoming
sloppy as his body started to relax. He let go of your hair and removed
his dick from your mouth, he opened his eyes and looked at you as you
swallowed his seed, licking around your mouth to taste him around your
lips. When he finally relaxed he bent down and grabbed your arms,
pulling you back up with him to lift your off the floor, he gave you a
small kiss on the forehead as he moved aside to gather his clothes and
re dress himself. Once he did he started to gather yours one at a time,
your panties first. He smiled up at you and you returned the gesture as
he slowly slid the panties back up your legs, he did the same with your
He grabbed your bra, letting you do that once yourself before placing your top back over your arms for it to rest on your body.
“Thank you” you said smiling up at him.
welcome” he replied as he pushed aside the hair on your face, tucking
it behind your ear. You looked at the elevator mirror, no bodies could
be seen through any of the steam besides where you had left your messy
A few short minutes past and then suddenly the elevator doors opened up and three men were outside the elevator.
“Are you guys okay!?” they asked with concern.
fucking time, do you know how hot it is in here??? How long we have
been in here!?” Jaebum answered, his frustration evident.
As the youngest man looked around the elevator his eyes settled on the messy prints in the mirror.
guess you guys found a way to pass the time at least” you stared away,
not wanting to look the man in the eye to confirm his accusation.
Jaebum grabbed your hand, rushing you to walk out of the elevator.
you for finally getting us out” you said as you both walked past. Ready
for you and Jaebum to go you separate ways, but he walked you to your
car, making sure you were safe before making your way home.
entered your car and opened the window to say bye to him. You didn’t
expect such a gentlemen like behaviour from him as he grabbed your hand
and placed a gentle kiss on it. As he was starting to turn away you
rushed to speak.
“Wait!–” he cut you off before you could speak further.
worry y/n, we will see each other again”. He smirked back up at you,
before disappearing into the early morning, and as you made your way
home, all you could think about is the next time you would see him, and
you hoped it would be soon.
RFA reacting to MC having an "accident" in the middle of the night cause Aunt Flo is here./ RFA when It's MC's "time of the month"
Anonymous said: I already made a request last night but, I realized
it’s similar to another one. The severe period pain one? By that I mean, Mc is
like groaning in pain on the couch and unable to move from the pain. Btw can it
be RFA +V and Saeran. I’m like withering in pain and tbh I feel like this will
make me feel better lmao. Also, I like went through nearly your entire profile.
Anonymous said: Ohm. This is a weird request but meh. Do you think
you could to a reaction from the RFA + V and Saeran to MC having horrible
period pains? So bad that it hurts to stand? Cause like, it happens.
So these are actually some
of the latest requests, but this just seemed easier to write, so I finished
this as soon as I could to get some content out. Still, it’s almost two weeks
late despite that. Our inbox is rotting. Imsosorryivebeenbusy x.x
BUT ANYWAY! I hope this will suffice? It might not be quite
what you guys asked, but I tried ^~^
Text Message Received.
“Hey, I can’t come to the beach today, sorry… >_< It’s that time of
the month, so I can’t swim…”
He’s never had a girlfriend before. He’s completely clueless when you suddenly cancel on the
beach date you’d been planning for days! You’d both been so busy, today was the
one day you could actually meet up :C
-insert sad Yoosung boyfriend-
Instead, he decides to visit, anxiously worrying if you were
feeling sick. (his mother makes him bring you some chicken noodle soup,
lecturing him about how it was only respectful lololol cmon we all know she
Hm. You didn’t look feverish, and you weren’t coughing or
anything… The only weird thing was how you sat in your chair all curled up into
a ball. Curious, he decides to ask you about it, “So uhm, MC… why did you cancel
Immediately, your cheeks flush slightly. Didn’t he
understand from your text…? With a wry smile on your face, you eventually
explained, “Weeeell, I’m on my period… And the cramps have been really bad so
far. I can hardly stand. I didn’t want to ruin our date by lying down every
five minutes in an attempt to tolerate the pain.”
The colour drains from his face.
“OH MY GOD MC, ARE YOU OKAY?! NO, NEVER MIND, OF COURSE NOT.
L-look, you shouldn’t be sitting here with me if it’s that bad, go back to bed
right now and I will make you an omelette because you need good nutrition and
rest so pleasepleaseplease go lie down,” he babbles, panic filling his features
as he desperately pushes you to your room.
He ends up cooking in your kitchen while you bundled up in
your blankets, trying to fight off the pain somehow.
Brings the omelette to your bed so you don’t have to walk
You fail in holding back a big smile as you look at the
beach umbrella drawn in ketchup. (Everytime he made you an omelette, he made
sure to draw something different)
“I-it’s to represent that we should go to the beach when you
feel better,” he sheepishly explained, red tinting his cheeks.
Your phone suddenly vibrated, indicating a notification came
through. You glanced briefly at your phone before WHIPPING YOUR HEAD to re-read
Seven: lololol I guess
he really wants to see you in a bikini!! What a perverted boy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
You’d been lazily cuddling together in the morning upon
waking up after a…. good night
together. He’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear, running his fingers
over your body… down your back… over your butt… then he stops, a flicker of
confusion in his eyes.
He suddenly breaks his hold on you, sitting up and lifting
the blanket off your bodies. Zen’s eyes seem to be peeled to your legs, or
You watch him in a half-asleep state, what was he doing so
early in the morning? You yawn, stretching slightl- !!!
A sharp pain shoots through your lower stomach and you hiss
as you clutch at it. What the…?
As you roll around the bed, you feel a slight wetness on the
bedsheets. Oh. Uh-oh.
You heave a sigh, closing your eyes as dread overwhelms you.
“Pleeease tell me it’s not what I think it is,” you groan, pulling a pillow
over your head. “I’m so sorry for ruining the bed, ugh…”
Zen’s eyes soften, sympathy flashing in them. “Honey, it’s
okay, it happens,” he says, offering a sweet smile. “I’ll take care of it,
okay? Do what you need to, and when you’re done, I’ll go get our breakfast.
Don’t worry about anything.”
He plants a light kiss on your forehead, gazing gently into
In mere minutes, he removes and replaces the bedsheets,
throws them in the laundry, and heads out to buy some food. You wait anxiously
on the bed, groaning as your cramps caused continuous, throbbing pain.
“Zeeeen,” you whimper, as if it would make him come back
The front door opens, and you can see that Zen has returned
with crepes, cake and hot chocolate in hand. He quickly rushes to your side as
he hears your whimpering, stroking your hand as he checks to make sure you’re
“I’ve heard that chocolate is supposed to help with cramps,”
he says unsurely, holding up the hot chocolate. “And I also got some sweets. I
know it’s not a proper breakfast, but I know you love these things around this
time of the month. So let me spoil you on days like this, babe.”
Despite the lightning bolts of pain you were feeling, you
managed to smile from your balled up position, weakly squeezing his hand as a
sign of acknowledgment. “I love you, Zenny,” you mumble.
From the beginning, she had been aware that you got severe
period cramps, and prepared numerous remedies and reliefs.
Whenever she noticed that it was nearing your time of the
month, she would make you drink water with brown sugar dissolved into them,
which was supposed to relax your muscles and make your cramps hurt less.
But one day, before your period came, you began to cramp up
really badly. Unfortunately, you were still at work, so you had to continue
taking orders and serving the customers despite the pain. You couldn’t let
Jaehee down, after all.
But after doing it for a while, you were sweating profusely,
your mouth watering with excess saliva. Your cheeks were flushed, and your legs
were beginning to give out.
From behind the counter, Jaehee noticed your odd state, and
realized immediately what was going on. She dashes out to guide you into the
employee room, bringing you a mug of chamomile tea and chocolate cake.
“MC, you should’ve told me earlier if you weren’t feeling
well!” she scolds you, glaring at you. But her eyes are soft with worry,
although she was trying to express her anger.
You smile weakly, having no excuse to offer.
Her worry morphs into guilt. “I should have given you the
day off… I knew that your time of the month was coming soon, I shouldn’t have
made you work. I’m really sorry, MC.” She runs a hand through her hair in
frustration, ashamed in herself.
“But you take such good care of me, I only want to repay
you…” you argue softly, furrowing your eyebrows.
Your words bring a small smile to her face. “Silly. You’re
the one who takes care of me. You’re always considering my feelings, even when
I don’t. I can only be so happy thanks to you.”
Another shot of pain makes you wince, and you bring your
knees to your chest, in an attempt to ease the pain. “Nng… thanks, Jaehee, but
I just need to… rest for now,” you managed to say. “Go back to the counter…
customers are waiting.”
She flicks your forehead lightly. “Silly. I’m going to stay
with you of course. I’ll just close the shop. It’s one of the perks of being
the owner. Let me take advantage of it, okay?”
And so, you end up going home, cuddling together on the bed
as you suffered through your monthly hell. At least you had an angel beside
The two of you usually spent your nights together, but you
suddenly asked to stay in a separate room one night. A bit disheartened, Jumin
inquired you as to why you requested this, and you sighed, begrudgingly
explaining what Mother Nature made you go through.
“Is that why you couldn’t sleep last night?” he frowned, his
thumb gently stroking your cheek.
Your head shot up in surprise. “You knew?”
“I know everything, my love. You were groaning, tossing and
turning the entire night… I couldn’t even hug you properly.”
“It’s not my fault it hurts so much!” you protest.
“I also had the maids wash the bedsheets, after noticing it
had been dirtied. I hope you don’t mind.”
Erk, that was embarrassing. It was only the maids, but you
suddenly felt like the whole world knew you were bleeding out of your vagina
now. Seriously, Jumin could’ve kept quiet about that part. Now you felt mildly
Jumin continued, “It’s okay. Get some rest, okay? You
probably didn’t sleep a wink last night. I have a meeting today, but I’ll try
to come home as soon as I can. I hope Elizabeth 3rd will suffice as
company til then… Is there anything you would like me to bring back while I’m
“Not really…” you mutter, cheeks still red.
Jumin raised an eyebrow, dubious.
“Okay, fine. Yeah, can I get some pizza? That one we had
last time, where the crust was perfectly crispy and topped with that fancy
stuff you ordered.”
He chuckles, kissing your forehead softly. “I knew you’d
give in. And don’t worry so much about it being your time of the month. This is
nothing to be embarrassed about, compared to your loud screams at night…”
The moment he heard your first
whimpers he KNOCKED DOWN YOUR DOOR
“Honey?! What’s wrong!!” he
panicked, throwing the covers off your bed to inspect you
You were curled up, rocking
gently side-to-side as you quietly cried, the tears gathering in the corners of
“Saeyoungggg… Mother Nature’s
killing me again,” you sniffled, trying to deal with the pain
“W-w-what do I do?” he
stammered, cheeks flushing as he was unfamiliar with women’s monthly pains. He
wanted to help, but he really had no idea.
But you couldn’t even answer,
groaning as the next wave of pain hit you
“I-it’s okay, MC, I’ll call for
help immediately! Defender of Justice, 707, off to the rescue!!” he declared,
suddenly dashing out your room
“Come baaack,” you called out,
feeling slightly disappointed. Had he just run out on you? What was he even
trying to do? You just wanted some Saeyoung cuddles right now…
From the open door, you could
hear Saeyoung talking vividly on the phone, “Give up the sacrifice!! NOW, Jumin
Han, or I will hack into your company right now!”
Sacrifice? What sacrifice?
“I will steal Elly—no, listen to me, I will call her Elly however I
Did he already forget about you?
You grumbled, rolling over to hug your blankets.
“Good, I’m glad we cleared this
up! 5 minutes, Mr. Han, I’m giving you 5 minutes to send her over.”
Fuck, was he trying to get
Elizabeth the 3rd over? Seriously, that wouldn’t really help with
your period pains very much. At all. You didn’t hate her, per say, but you were fucking dying in here.
You mentally counted down 5
minutes, when the doorbell suddenly rang, and you could hear Saeyoung’s
footsteps as he practically flew to the door.
“I’m so glad you’re here! Thank
youuuu!!” You could hear him exclaim.
“MC?” a soft, feminine voice
called out to you from the doorway.
Your eyes snapped open, “Jaehee?!
I thought you were Elizabeth the 3rd!”
Her eyes twinkled with
amusement. “Now, why would you think that? I wasn’t aware that spending so much
time cat-sitting had resulted into my transformation into a cat.”
“N-no.. never mind.” It was
always hard to explain Saeyoung’s antics. “Why are you here?”
“Seven called Mr. Han to demand
that I came to help. I’m very glad to (get away from Jumin) be of help,
MC. I brought some painkillers, some hot soup and a few bags of tea for you to
drink over the next few days. It should help somehow,” Jaehee explained,
holding up a small plastic bag that you hadn’t noticed before.
From behind her, you noticed
Saeyoung peeking nervously from the doorway, his eyes teared up as he stared at
your weakened form.
“Thanks, Jaehee. And Saeyoung,
you can come in, you know…” you said.
“B-but!! I’m a pure girl,
darling, what if I get the curse of periods too?!” Saeyoung whined, shaking his
….That’s what he was worried about?
“Seven… Periods are not
contagious,” Jaehee deadpanned.
He was always prepared when it
was your time of the month—even more than you were! He couldn’t help it. For the
majority of his relationship with Rika, he’d been doting on her, doing anything
and everything he could for her. Old habits die hard.
“MC, maybe you shouldn’t be
wearing white underwear… it’s almost your time of the month, isn’t it?” he
called out as he was cooking breakfast, glancing at you from the corner of his
“W-wha?” you yawned. You were
only wearing one of his shirts and some panties, but then you realized the
date. “Oh, you’re right!”
By the time you went to change,
you’d already seen the faintest taint of pink on your underwear. Fuck. How many have you ruined by now?
…Too many to count.
It took a couple hours before the
pain started to kick in.
Considering this was a reoccurring
pattern, V already knew what to do and when to do it.
“MC, honey, I prepared a hot
bath for you… Would you like to be alone, or shall I join you?” he asked,
checking in on you.
“Nng… I can’t really walk right
now, sorry,” you replied, hugging a heating pouch to your lower stomach.
He chuckled in return, “Then I’ll
carry you there. Perhaps I should strip you, too?” He winked jokingly.
If this had been a normal day,
you would’ve taken the chance to jump at him (because V’s hot and a sweetheart) but no, your cramps
were killing you today. So no. No sinning today, MC.
He fed you chocolate as you sunk
into your bath, letting the heat relax your muscles, significantly easing your
cramps. He helped to wrap you in a towel, making sure you were warm.
By the time you went to bed, the
cramps had more or less gone away for the night, and you happily snuggled into
his chest, feeling comfortable, relaxed and loved.
When he finished his morning
shower, he found you groaning in pain on the bed, hugging a pillow tightly.
He snickered, “Was I too hard on
you last night? I didn’t realize it was that bad…”
You shook your head, correcting
him, “I’m on my periodddd…”
Immediately, his smile dropped.
What the fuck?
“What… what is that supposed to
mean?” he furrowed his eyebrows cutely, looking at you with pure confusion.
“I’m bleeding from my vagina,
what else?” you rolled your eyes, deadpanning.
“Erm. Oh,” he stated in
surprise. “Does… does ice cream help?”
“Ice cream doesn’t solve
He frowned, not knowing what to
do. Instead, he crawled into bed next to you. “Well, uhm, I don’t really know
what to do… but, whenever I’m not feeling well, your hugs really help me, so if
you don’t mind, I’m just going to cuddle with you… okay?”
You flashed a small smile at
him, inwardly gushing at how adorable he was. “Of course!”
He smiled back with a hint of
relief that he was doing something right. “Tell me if you need anything, okay?”
“And what if I said I only need
you?” you joked.
He plants a soft kiss on your
forehead. “I’m the one who needs you. Please feel better soon…”
Summary:You’re a Youtuber, hanging around the H&M tent at Coachella. Grayson is your biggest fan. Word Count: 2,861 Warnings: Fingering. A/N: Thank you to the anon who sent this idea in! This is all your idea, I’m just writing it out. I didn’t want to post the request because it contains “spoilers” but this imagine is basically what the anon requested. Hope you like this one! (title from Don’t Be So Shy by Imany)
“Turn your head a little to the side…” The photographer gestured with her hand, cocking her head to the left so you smiled and complied. “Perfect. Now smile.”
The flash went off a few times as she snapped her photos, and you tried to stay still and let her do the work but you were feeling too excited. Earlier today you had arrived in Palm Springs, ready to head over to the festival and show off your outfit that you had spent three weeks planning beforehand.
You didn’t know how you had gotten so lucky. One minute you had been uploading your pictures on instagram and it had blown up, gaining over a hundred thousand followers the first few months. By the time you had reached five hundred thousand, you had started up a Youtube channel, and a year later you had gained over two million on your channel and been invited to numerous events. Coachella being one of them.
Hi!! Can you do a BTS reaction where the boys are single dads and their child gets lost, and it's the reader who finds them and stays with them until they come back to find their child? Does that make sense ? 😂
Hello! Don’t worry, we understood what you were saying! Thank you so much for your request, sorry it took awhile for us to respond!
(We couldn’t resist making these scenarios kind of long, they were so cute! Hope you don’t mind!)
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BTS Reacts To You Finding Their Lost Kid
You’d be wandering through the mall, looking for a new dress for your friends wedding. With the dress in the bag, you started to walk to the exit, when all of a sudden there’s a small poke on your leg. “E-excuse me, can you help me find my daddy?” “Oh! Well, um, I can try! When did you get lost?” The little boy would be looking up at you with tears in his eyes. “W-well, I told him I had to go to the bathroom, but when I came out, I didn’t know where daddy went.” You give him a friendly smile and grab ahold of his hand so you wouldn’t lose him through the mall. “Why don’t we go check the shoe store? That’s the closest thing to the bathroom. Don’t worry! We’ll find him!” With your words, the little boy cheers up. Reaching the store, you walk inside only for your ears to be filled with a little squeal from the little boy. “Daddy!” Your hand is let go as the little boy runs up to his dad, who picks him up and swings him around. “Hey there little bud! I’m sorry, I wandered off! I just thought that I should get a new pair of timberlands while we’re here!” You watch the cute scene with a big smile in your face. Jungkook notices that someone else came in with his son and walks up to you. “Thank you so much for helping my son. I really should have waited for him to come out of the bathroom.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Oh it’s fine! He was very friendly! You’re doing a great job with him. I’m Y/N, by the way.” You stick out your hand and he places his out as well. You notice how big his hands are compared to yours. Probably compared to anyone’s. “I’m Jungkook! It’s nice to meet you Y/N!” There’s a small silence before he speaks up again. “So…what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?” You’re eyes widen in surprise at the sudden change in this man, before you blush. “Oh I was just getting a dress. My friend is getting married next week and I’ve been putting it off for awhile.” “Well, i’m sure it’ll look beautiful on you. Thank you again for bringing my son back!” Just as he was starting to walk away, you spoke up. “If you aren’t busy next week…would you maybe want to come with me? I don’t have a date and I’d really like to get to know you and your son more. If you don’t mind of course! Oh my gosh unless you’re seeing someone then just ignore everything I’ve said-” “I’m not seeing anyone. I’d love to accompany you!” You both exchange numbers before Jungkook heads off. With a silly grin on your face, you watch the man and his son leave, you can’t help but thank your procrastinating self for putting off getting a dress.
Jimin and his little boy would be walking around the amusement park, enjoying the sights and sounds of others riding the roller coasters. The sights would always take him back to when he came here with his family. Soon, the boy would tug on his dad’s hand. “Daddy! Can we get cotton candy!?” Giving his signature smile down at him, he nods his head. “Sure! What’s an amusement park without some cotton candy!” He tells the little boy to wait for him, setting him up on the bench before making his way over to the stand. When he has the sugary treat in his hand and turns around, his boy is nowhere to be found. Jimin goes into a state of panic, and starts to run around the park in search of his precious little boy. He soon spots him holding onto the hand of a beautiful girl, who is searching the crowd of faces; most likely for him. Sighing in relief, Jimin runs up to you, giving you a grateful smile while pulling the boy into a hug. “Thank god you’re safe! And thank you so much! I take my eyes off of this little guy for one minute and he runs off on an adventure!” The smile you give him makes him stop and stare in awe at how bright it is. “It’s no problem at all! He’s a really sweet kid, I’m glad you two are reunited.” You look down at the kid and speak to him. “And maybe next time you go on an adventure you can bring your dad along, yeah?” “Okay!” The boy responds enthusiastically. “Daddy! Can she come with us for the day! We can all go on an adventure together!” Jimin looks at you, and after getting an eager nod, he looks back down at his son. “Why not?” The boy squeals in excitement as the three of you make your way back around the park. “I’m Jimin, by the way.” “I’m Y/N! It’s been a pleasure meeting you!” “Oh the pleasure’s all mine, Y/N.” with a wink sent your way, you make your way back to the cotton candy stand, after realizing that Jimin had dropped the treat in his rush to find his son. Even after giving the sugary treat to the little boy, he couldn’t help but think that the sweetest thing he’s gotten today was the chance to spend the day (and hopefully more to come) with you.
Taehyung: Taehyung would take his kid to the toy store. He would say to his son that it’s time to get a new toy to play with, but really Taehyung would get so excited by all the cool new gadgets and gizmos. Minutes after walking into the store, he’d get distracted and wander off in search of a cool new toy. With Taehyung distracted, the kid would go off on his own, mesmerized by the sounds and colors off all the toys. Soon he’d bump into you. “Oh! Hi there! Are you lost? Where’s your parents?” You would ask him, he’d respond with a little giggle, saying that it’s only his daddy. “He was somewhere over there! But I wanted to look at all the toys!” You’d smile at his own carefree little smile. “It is a cool place isn’t it? But we should get you back to your daddy, he must be worried. Plus, you won’t be able to get a new toy without him!” The kid would look up at you with an exaggerated face of horror at the chance of not getting a new toy. He’d grab your hand and tug on it. “Let’s go! C'mon hurryyy!” With a small laugh you’d follow him, but only to be stopped by a man. “Oh thank god! There you are! You scared me! I didn’t know where you went!” You assumed this was the father as he ran up and hugged the little kid. Realizing that you were there, he stood up and greeted you with a sheepish smile. “I’m so sorry! I got so distracted by all the toys I kind of just wandered off on my own…” You laugh, shaking your head. “It’s alright! He wasn’t any trouble at all! He’s very sweet, I’m just glad that you found him in this massive place.” He’d laugh in response, and you stare at him. He has the same carefree smile and nature as the child. Thinking that all is good, you start to walk off, only to be stopped by the father. “Wait! Um…seeing that you helped me and, I think you would be able to help me keep track of this little guy…would you maybe want to look at the toys…together? I-I mean only if you want! It’s just that you’re so pretty and you seem cool and I don’t want to bother you-” “I’d love to! I wouldn’t mind spending more time with you. You seem pretty cool, seeing that you’re in this place anyways.” You both laugh, the kid pulling you both off into the direction of the toy cars. “I’m Taehyung, by the way.” “I’m Y/N. it’s nice to meet you!” “Likewise! And thanks for staying with us. But now I’m worried that the toys won’t be the only thing distracting me.” He sends you a wink and follows his kid. And with a blush and a shy smile on your face, you follow him; never more grateful for shiny cars and robots than in that moment.
Hoseok: He’d be walking through the streets, on his way to the carnival in town. His big hand would be grasped by his little girl’s smaller one, so they wouldn’t be separated. All of a sudden, Hoseok would be pushed aside as a sudden rush of the crowd pushed the two apart. Realizing that he is no longer holding hands with his daughter, he panics. He starts yelling her name, yelling out for her. He stops and looks in all directions, paying no mind to the rude looks the passersby’s are giving him. Just as he was about to go into full panic mode and break down, he spots her. But the thing that interests him the most is the hand she’s holding onto. A very beautiful woman. The crowd is pushing them up against a local shop, and he sees you looking around for someone. Realizing that you’re probably looking for him, he makes his way over to you two. Reaching you, he speaks first. “I am so sorry! We got lost in the crowd together and I got so worried! Thank you so much for finding her! I’m sorry for interrupting your day.” You shake your head and laugh. He noticed how bright your smile is and zoned out before realizing that you’re answering him. “Oh it’s really no trouble at all! She’s very cute! She’s like a real life princess!” The little girl smiles shyly and nudges her foot against the ground before looking up at Hoseok. “Daddy, why don’t we bring her along!” “Well…that’s okay with me. We’re headed to the carnival, if you want to tag along. Seeing as you did save my child from the crowd.” “Oh I’d love to! I was just on my way there! But It’ll be more fun to spend the day with someone else! Especially in the presence of a princess!” Again, she laughs, and the little girl grabs both your hands and pulls you down the crowded street once again. Hoseok looks over and smiles gratefully at you, glad that you were the one that found his little princess. And maybe, he thinks, maybe…you could become his queen.
He would be at the bookstore with his little boy. Namjoon had run out of books to read and decided that he would go get a new one. But, he would get so into the book he was reading that he’d forget about his kid. Scared, the boy would run around looking for his dad. That’s where he’d run into you. You would be flustered at first, seeing this little crying boy run into you and cling to your legs. “Hey, what’s wrong? It’s okay, I’ll help you. What’s wrong?” “M-my daddy! I c-can’t find h-him!” He’d burst into a fresh wave of tears. Thinking that it could calm him down, you’d gently grab hold of his hand and tug him to the kids section. You’d pull him to sit on a chair and you’d sit in front of him. You’d start reading a cute little picture book, making each character have a different voice and make a big deal about showing him the pictures. Soon, the little boy had stopped crying and was paying close attention to the book. Meanwhile, Namjoon had realized that he had lost his kid and started to search the bookstore. When he reached the kid section of the bookstore, he’d spot you two. But instead of coming up and pulling his kid with him; he stops and watches. Thinking that you have a beautiful voice and how adorable you two look. Especially with all the characters voices. Namjoon would smile watching the little scene. When you’d reach the end of the book, and his little boy would smile and laugh clapping his little hands, he would approach you. Standing up, you smile at him. “I’m going to guess this is your little boy?” “Yes. I’m so sorry you had to watch him. I hope he wasn’t any trouble.” “It wasn’t any at all! I enjoyed reading to him! Just make sure he doesn’t run off again!” “Oh trust me! I’ve got my eye on the little sneak!” He’d feel a tug on his hand and look down at his boy. “Daddy! The pretty lady read me a story! Can we read another one? Pleeease?” He’d look to you, and once you nodded your head with a smile, he’d respond. “Alright little man. But only one more.” With an excited clap of his hands, he’d sit back down and wait patiently for you too read another story. Namjoon would stand, leaning against the bookshelf and watching you too. Watching his little boy smile and listen intently to the story, as well as the way your face would change with every character; he thought that he could get used to this.
“Daad! Hurry up! I want to go play with the duckies!” A smile spreads across Yoongi’s face as his adorable little girl tugs on his hand with all her might as an attempt to rush him, which ultimately ends up failing. “The duckies aren’t going anywhere, sweetheart.” Yoongi and his daughter make their way to the gorgeous lake that sparkles throughout the day. Next to that is the giant, pink weeping willow tree that provides shade to Yoongi’s favorite bench. He plops down and lets out a long sigh. “Ah, your dad is getting old.” He says, rubbing his back. “Daddy, you’ve always been like that.” She says. Yoongi lets out a chuckle, nodding to himself with pride for teaching his daughter how to be so clever. She prances her way to the edge of the lake with her bag of seeds in her tiny hands. “Alright, now, you know the rules.” Yoongi says in his nagging voice. She lets out a long sigh, “Be nice and gentle to the duckies, don’t go into the water, and don’t wander off…” She says in a monotone voice, mocking her father. ‘Yah, don’t give me that. Now you have no excuse if you break the rules.” She ignores what her father says, and turns her attention to the lake, where ducks are now making their way towards her. The sight of Yoongi’s little girl, with her big eyes and giant grin on her face, brought happiness and warmth to his heart. He smiles, admiring his love. They stayed like this for awhile. Without realizing, however, Yoongi had dozed off in his seat. He opened his eyes to see his daughter was nowhere in sight. Yoongi begins to panic. His heart starts racing as he leaps out of the bench, looking left and right and calling her name. He looks all over the park. The lake, the jungle gym, even the bathrooms. She wasn’t there. Eventually, Yoongi made his way to the swings. And there she was, swaying back and forth in the air with a huge smile across her face. The sound of her giggles never brought Yoongi as much comfort as they did right now. He moves close to her, “Thank god you’re okay! You know not to wander off like that!” He begins to nag once again, out of breath. “You could’ve been hurt…” Yoongi’s voice trails off when he sees you helping her off the swing. “I’m assuming you’re her dad, then.” You say, smiling at him. “Sorry daddy! You fell asleep and I got bored! I waited with the pretty lady for you to wake up!” You blush. “Sorry to worry you! She was wandering all by herself, so I decided to wait with her and keep her safe.” Yoongi smiles and nods, thanking you. The three of you start to take a walk around the park as Yoongi expresses his gratitude towards you for keeping his daughter safe. The conversation is filled with shy smiles, blushes, and quiet giggles until she tugs on yours and Yoongi’s hands. “Up! Up!” She says, bouncing up and down. Yoongi looks at you, almost as if to say You don’t have to. But you smile and grab her hand anyways, giggling as the two of you swing her into the air. Yoongi’s heart flutters, and you pretend not to notice as he looks at you with adoring eyes. He’ll never let his daughter hear this, but maybe breaking the rules isn’t always a bad thing.
Seokjin: Jin and his little boy would be wandering through a festival. The little boy’s eyes would be filled with fascination and wonders. Jin’s would be as well, as he had never been to a festival this big. He would be so amazed by all the sights and sounds, as well as all the food stands, that’d he’d wandered off. The little boy, trying to stay calm he approached a nearby food stand. It was a cute little stand filled with baked goods. You, the one in charge of it, would see the little boy coming. You’d put on a friendly smile and stepped out from behind the stand. “Hi there little guy! What can I do for you?” “I-I can’t find my daddy. Do y-you think that I can wait here?” “Of course! Would you like a sweet treat while you wait? I made them myself.” His eyes would fill with excitement at getting a treat. A few minutes later, Jin would spot his little boy munching on a brownie in front of the stand. Seeing him, the boy would run up and hug his legs. “Daddy! The nice lady made this! Do you think she can make some more for us?” Noticing you, he’d come up, apologizing for any trouble the boy could have caused. “Oh it’s fine. He was very nice. Plus, I’m glad I could give him some of my new baked goods!” Jin, noticing how cute you looked in an apron with your hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, would smile. “Well…seeing as this little guy enjoyed your treats…you wouldn’t mind me taking some for the road?” “Sure! Take all you want! There are plenty!” Once he had a bag full of sweets, he’d start to walk away, before suddenly stopping. “Um…you wouldn’t mind if I asked for your number, would you? You know, just in case you had any new treats to try out. My son would be happy to taste test them. And I would always be happy to see you again.” Jin says with a shy smile and a light blush dusting his cheeks. With a shy smile yourself, you’d write your number down and hand it to him. “I’ll be expecting a call…” “Seokjin…Jin.” Im Y/N! It’s been a pleasure! I do hope I hear from you soon!“ With your friendly smile in his mind, he heads off again holding onto his boy’s hand. Although, him wandering off hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.
The bruises on your body ached dully as you adjusted your position on the bed. Once again you were at the receiving end of one of his alcohol induced rages. He being the man that some called your father but that you no longer did. Not since your mother left him for someone else and he started directing all his feelings of anger and inadequacy at you. Never mind that you were abandoned too, all he saw in you was a scapegoat to place all the blame on so he wouldn’t have to face himself.
He constantly compared you to other people ever since you were an innocent and faultless little child. He yelled at you and beat you up for not being good enough, for not being smart enough, for not being pretty enough, and who should be the shining example that you were supposed to live up to? The one person you got the most grief for not being more like? It was Taehyung himself.
You went through hell because of him, because he couldn’t just be a normal guy who liked drinking and fucking around. No, he had to be Mr. Perfect, and the more perfect he got, the harsher your abuse became.
You’ve hated him for so long. Every day you fantasized about getting your revenge on him. You daydreamed about bringing the golden boy to his knees and ruining his life, but these remained just fantasies, mental devices designed to get you through the day, until the golden boy started showing an interest in you. He played himself right into your hands and you couldn’t be blamed for seizing the opportunity.
Moans wafted towards you from your phone. One the screen you could see a guy lying down on a bed with his shirt pulled up and his pants around his thighs. His hand was moving almost imperceptibly over his dick.
“___, please, I need to cum, please.” Taehyung’s voice was strained. You glanced at the time and saw that the video call was closing in on an hour already.
“You’ll cum when I say you can. Remember, stop touching yourself when you get too close. You better not pull any tricks.” You said sternly. It was 3:27 in the morning. You had called him an hour ago knowing that you had a very important test tomorrow, but also knowing that he wouldn’t dare ignore your call.
You watched the hands of the top student, the same hands that he used to ace tests and accept academic awards, move to the chorus of his moans that ended in a mewl as he pulled his hand off of himself, his stomach convulsing as he tried to fight off the orgasm he craved. You could see how close he was, his cock that rested on his stomach left a clear fluid where the tip touched the skin. This must be torture for him, and yet the second he took his hand off his cock, he pulled up his shirt that had inched down from all his thrashing and played with the exposed nipples for you.
“You’re such a good boy.” You cooed. He really was. He always did everything you asked of him and more, and that would be his downfall.
You ran your eyes over the part of Taehyung’s body that was exposed to your eyes and captured by the camera. You could almost feel the warmth radiating to you from his pretty sun-kissed skin, the skin you had kissed and caressed more devoutly than a pagan kisses his stone idol. He was pretty all over. If you weren’t doing this for revenge, you would probably still have had him as your pet. He was too pretty to pass up.
“Where is your pussy, puppy?” You chirped and he sucked in a breath. His ‘pussy’ is the name you gave to the transparent silicone stroker you gave him. It was a cheap toy and you rarely allowed him to use it, but he loved it so much. It was the only tight thing, besides the times you felt charitable enough to deepthroat him, that he got to feel around his cock. The camera jumped around as Taehyung moved to go get the toy. When he was back, he showed it to you and waited impatiently for your next instruction.
“Well, what are you waiting around for? Lube it up and use it.”
The moment the toy slipped around his cock, his body eased up completely like an ex-smoker who was taking his first drag in decades, before he started moving it over himself and tensed up again, the muscles in his arm flexing as he went for it.
“No, don’t do it like that. It’s a pussy, you have to thrust up into it.” You had specifically chosen a transparent toy for these purposes, you wanted to still be able to see Taehyung’s dick even while he used it. He obeyed, ass lifting off the bed to welcome the toy’s tight and wet embrace. His bed squeaked under him but he was too far gone to worry about anyone hearing him.
Seeing him fuck the toy like that made you envious. When you had first took him in, his moves were shy and sloppy, but you’ve since put him through enough for him to know exactly what he liked and how he wanted it, and your hungry eyes watching him sent signals to your pussy to contract around the phantom cock you were imagining pounding into it to the pace of Taehyung’s thrusts.
This little session was intended as torture for him, so why were you getting affected as well?
“Stop,” You ordered the squirming boy.
“But I’m not that close yet. I can control it.” Oh, he definitely was close. He just wanted a few more moments of pleasure even if he wasn’t going to disobey you and cum without your permission.
“I don’t remember asking for your input. Move the camera closer to your cock, I wanna see all the precum you have for me.”
He moved the camera downwards until all you could was the engorged head of his cock bulging out from the open end of the toy, another quality you have carefully chosen, loving the sight of his perfectly shaped head. The amount of precum that had spilled out didn’t disappoint you, and Taehyung touched it with his finger then pulled them back, showing you the sticky strings it made.
“Good boy,” You praised. “That’s enough for today, put the toy away and go to sleep.”
“G-go to sleep? But I didn’t cum yet.”
“I can’t go to sleep like this!” He protested hotly but then remembered who he was talking to and said much more meekly, “We have a test tomorrow, I won’t be able to concentrate like this.”
“Are you questioning my judgement?”
“No, god, no!”
“Are you saying I don’t know how to take care of my pet?”
“No, you always treat me so well.” The way he said that, the sincerity in his voice, had you almost believing him. If only you didn’t know how untrue that was.
“I may be your dom but that doesn’t mean I’m forcing you to stay with me. If you think I affect your studies negatively, you’re more than welcome to leave.” That wasn’t true as well. You only said that because you knew he would never do it.
And just like you had predicted…“No, it’s fine. It’s more than fine. After all, you know best.” He backed down.
You had to add something in; if you kept on being this aggressive he might start suspecting your intentions. “You’re smart, puppy, everyone knows that, but I want to know just how focused you can be. If you can refrain from touching yourself tonight and still go on tomorrow and ace that test, I will give you something you really, really want.”
What was the thing that Taehyung wanted so bad he was willing to jeopardize his perfect academic record? Sex with you. You’d never allowed it to him before… and you weren’t going to allow it to him ever, but he didn’t need to know that. You let him believe that if he obeyed you, he’d finally have you completely, so he wouldn’t think about your real intentions of undermining him. It didn’t matter what he thought you’d give him, he would fail anyway. Taehyung always had to get a full night of sleep before any exam he took, and you disturbed that. Additionally, you made him painfully hard and left him high and dry, and that ought to really mess him up.
I love your blog! Too shy to send a request before though. Can you write something about the chocobros stealing kisses from their s/o when they're not allowed to. My bf is having tonsillitis and he won't allow me to kiss him to prevent the infection from spreading. But it's hard and I've tried to kiss him so many times that he just wear a mask around me now, except when he's sleeping so I kiss him a lot when we wake up and now I have tonsillitis too. Worth it. Thank you in advance ☺️
First off, thank you so much! I loved this request. Second, that is the cutest thing I have ever heard. You and your bf sound absolutely adorable. I hope you enjoy these scenarios!
You coughed into your tissue, tugging your blanket closer around your shoulders. Noctis sat beside you on the couch, flipping through channels on the television, and frowned. He scooted closer and rested his chin on your shoulder, which was made several inches thicker by your blanket shield.
You turned to him, puffy eyed and red-nosed. “What?”
He just looked at you with those baby blue eyes. You swore he made them glisten on purpose to get you to feel bad for him.
“Babe, I told you, no kisses,” you frowned, pressing your index finger to his forehead and pushing him away. “You’re gonna get sick. And you can’t, you’re the prince and you have an important—” your hands went up in the air dramatically when you lost your words, “thing you have to attend with the king in a few days. You can’t risk getting infected by me.”
“I hate those ceremonies,” he groaned, leaning his back against the couch. “They’re always so boring and go on forever.”
You should have known he would have tried this, but at that second, Noctis leapt onto you and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you far too deeply to be healthy at the given moment, and you pushed on his shoulders playfully when he didn’t immediately try to pull away.
When he eventually moved, he had a sly grin on his face. “Maybe I can call in sick and we can just spend the day together.”
You rolled your eyes, but scooted closer to him. “You big goof.”
You hated being bed ridden. It was infuriating, having no strength to get out of bed to even go to the kitchen to get yourself a cup of tea. You tried sitting up, but your bones absolutely ached. This fever was trying its damnedest to kill you.
Prompto came in with a damp cloth, pressing it to your forehead. “Here, babe, this’ll help,” he said, smoothing your hair away from your face. You sighed under his touch.
“Thank you for helping me, Prom. I really appreciate it.”
“No biggie,” he shrugged. Then he wiggled his eyebrows. “How about a thank you kiss?”
You stared at him, unblinking. “You do realize I have a fever of over a hundred, right?”
He blinked. “Are fevers contagious?”
“Gonna have to be firm on this one,” you stated. “Sorry, Prom.”
He whined, flopping backwards dramatically on the bed. “Oh, I think I’m dying too.”
“Prompto, get up, you’re squishing my legs.”
“How can I ever go on, I feel my body slowly being drained of life. If only someone out there could give me the cure to this disease, a simple kiss—”
He sat up onto his elbows briefly to gage your reaction. You were still frowning. He flopped back down.
“Looks like I’m going to die here on this bed. Tell my parents I love them, and that at my funeral I want there to be a hoard of chocobos…”
You sighed and forced your self up, and leaned over to give him a kiss. His hand immediately came up and held your head in place, keeping your mouth on his. You let out a moan and tapped his forearm when he tried to deepen it.
“Wow,” he breathed once you pulled away. “I feel miraculously better.”
You didn’t want to admit it, but you kind of did too.
You sighed. It was day five of you being sick, and while you were getting better, you’d lost your voice. A combination of a lingering cold as well as laryngitis decided to get the best of you, and you were on the mend.
You were grateful that Gladio was around to help you out around the house, but not being able to talk around him did have its disadvantages. Your doctor had put you on strict voice rest and said that you were not allowed to talk, and had to drink a special herbal tea to help soothe your throat.
“Hey babe,” Gladio called from the kitchen. “I have your tea ready for you over here.”
You got up from the blanket pile you’d created on the couch and shuffled over. You were wearing one of his hoodies that was far too big for you, cotton pajama pants and house slippers. You looked like an absolute mess, but he still regarded you with adoring eyes.
He handed over the mug and you nodded your head in thanks.
You took a sip and noticed that he was still looking at you. You cocked an eyebrow. As you did this, he made a kissy face at you. You shook your head, pointing at the mug and then pointing to your face. You were sick, and you didn’t want him catching your germs.
He kept making that silly kissing face and moved closer to you. You whined and nudged his face away, setting your mug down so as not to spill the tea everywhere. But he was persistent, making sillier and sillier faces to try and get you to laugh.
“Come on babe,” he wrapped his arms around your waist and made loud, over the top kissing noises in your ear. “Gimme some sugar.”
You laughed, and it came out as a coarse sound that hurt your throat. In that moment of vulnerability, Gladio laid one on you with a loud mmmmuah.
You blushed and buried your face in his chest. His laugh rumbled through you, and you just held him tighter to hide the smile that was hurting your cheeks.
It was flu season and it had claimed you as its victim. You didn’t get sick often, but when you did, Ignis always waited on your hand and foot. You protested of course, but it fell on deaf ears as he went around your apartment, tidying things up and getting whatever it was that you needed.
He checked your temperature with an at-home thermometer. “You know what would help?” he said, stroking his chin in thought. “I’m going to run you a bath.”
You sat up to tell him that it would be too much effort, but he was already gone, disappeared into the bathroom. You heard the faucet start, and sighed, sinking back into your pillows.
After a few minutes, he came back. “Come, love,” he came to your side and easily scooped you up in his arms. You squealed as he hiked you up a little higher in his grip. “I’ve put some epsom salts in the bath for you. A good soak will do wonders.”
Ignis helped you undress (with more protesting on your part), and lowered you into the tub. You sank in until only your head was above water, loving the feeling of the warm water all around you.
“This is perfect,” you admitted, allowing yourself to relax. “Thank you, Iggy. You’re too good to me.”
“Hardly,” he replied, sitting next to the tub and smoothing your hair away from your face. “You know I would do anything for you.”
You closed your eyes and leaned your head back. Just then, you felt a pair of lips quickly pecking yours. You opened your eyes and frowned at Ignis.
“You’ll get sick if you do that,” you chastised half-heartedly. He shrugged, a small smile gracing his features.
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he replied, and he kissed you again.
If like me you are being crushed by deadline stress I thought it would be a good time to remind you that I own an outfit comprised completely of bananas (and last time I wore it I got so excited I fell over)
Description: The school dance is coming up but you’ve given up hope in getting a date.
Word Count: 2014. It’s long, I’m sorry.
A/N: This is based off a prompt and… I don’t know how I feel about it? It’s cute, though so I’m posting it. Also, the image of Jug climbing up to someone’s window is cute so I’m sorry. I HAD TO.
“Ugh, I hate these things,” you groaned, ripping down one of the posters for the school dance that was coming up next week. Truth be told, you didn’t actually hate them - you just hated not having anyone to go with. You had your friends but at the same time you’d want just for once to go with a date. Someone that genuinely liked and cared about you you. Was that so hard to ask for? For a few years you had hope that someone might ask you but over the last couple of dances you’d just given up. It hadn’t happened so it probably wasn’t going to.
“Another night at Pops for us then?” Your friend Jughead asked, pulling open his locker and glancing at you as you screwed the piece of paper up and tossed it to the floor without a care in the world. “Whoa, littering now? What a rebel.”
You shot him a glare, opening up your own locker to pull out a few books. “Shut it, Jones. Pop’s sounds good, though. Burgers on you, milkshakes on me?”
“Unless you want to be the kind best friend that I know you are and pay for everything?” He casually threw his arm around your shoulder as you walked down the hallway to your class.
A/N: It’s been a rough week and I just really need to write something so this is what came out…it’ll probs be 2 parts… I also haven’t written something legit in what feels like forever so please bear with me :)
Dean x Reader
Warnings: angst, swearing
Word Count 900+
“Y/N! Pick up your goddamn phone or I swear –“ you could
hear the deep shaky breath he took before continuing, “please just pick up, we
need to talk.” The voicemail ended with a harsh curse before abruptly going
silent. It had been one of many voicemails that Dean had left you,
progressively growing more and more desperate the farther you drove away from
One minute you were wrapped in Dean’s arms with a silly grin
on your face and the next thing you knew, your duffel, stuffed with your possessions,
was thrown into the backseat of your red ’67 Chevelle and you gunned it the
hell out of there.
Sometimes Kent just shouldn’t say words. When he runs into a gaggle of Falconers out on an early morning jog, his only excuse for how he reacts is the lingering annoyance of yesterday’s loss and the fact that he still hasn’t had any coffee.
“Fuck you,” he says to Jack.
“Fuck you,” to St. Martin.
“Fuck you,” to Robinson.
“Fuck me,” to Mashkov, because goddamn.
And of course, “Fuck you,” to Goalie, so he doesn’t feel left out.
And then Kent goes on his way, only to have Mashkov catch up to him ten seconds later with a friendly, “Maybe you don’t hear me? I’m say okay, I fuck you.”
Before Kent can get out the words, It wasn’t an invitation!, Mashkov continues, “How far you run?”
“Now? Two k. I’m doing a five k total.”
“Ha, I am on four. I do last three k with you, is okay?”
Kent doesn’t know what’s happening. “Sure. If you want?”
It appears that Mashkov does want, because he runs Kent’s last three kilometers with him, doing fartleks and keeping up with Kent’s pace for a negative split at the finish. They walk half a kilometer for a cooldown and end up near Kent’s hotel.
“You are hungry?” Mashkov asks. “I know best sandwich shop in Providence, is very close from here.”
Kent looks down the road at his hotel, and then back. “You want to get lunch? Now?”
“Yes,” Mashkov replies. “Unless you don’t want?”
Kent jerks his thumb over his shoulder towards the hotel. ”I was under the impression you followed me for different reasons. Like, dirty sex in my hotel room reasons.” Even though, I reiterate, it was not an invitation.
Mashkov scoffs. “I’m just go on run. I’m hungry. I don’t fuck on empty stomach.”
“Lunch first, fucking after?”
“Yes. Come on, shop is this way.” He waves for Kent to follow, and Kent does. “Also,” Mashkov adds, “I am pay for food. So you don’t say later I am cheap date.”
Kent barks a laugh. “Yeah, sure. I’ll do my best to put a dent in your wallet.”
“Good.” Mashkov’s smile is as bright as the damn early morning sun. “Is funny how life work, you know? Yesterday I’m dropping gloves for mess up your face, and today you ask for me to fuck you silly. Is funny, I’m never guess this is how today will go.”
Kent had not in fact meant to ask Alexei Mashkov to fuck him silly, but fuck it, it’s a new day and Mashkov is hot and Kent is starting to look forward to it. Plus, Mashkov is going to treat him to lunch. “You and me both, man,” Kent replies.
(Lunch is great. Mashkov’s right, it’s the best sandwich shop in the city. Possibly the country.)
(They go to Kent’s hotel afterwards and Mashkov does, in fact, fuck Kent silly. He also sneaks out while Kent’s in the shower, but not before leaving a note on the pillow with his phone number and a series of smilie faces. Kent takes a selfie of the hickeys blooming on his chest and sends it, along with the text, fuck me, you animal.
Request: I just read all ur writings and Omgg there so adorable ur amazing😆😍 I was wondering if u cud do one of bts reacting to their s/o sobbing over something the members can’t really help. Like it’s not anything specific it cud b smthg like being stressed or annoyed🤔 How wud the members distract or cheer up their s/o
A/ N: cute, did you know you sent this after I closed the requests?
Food and a legion of lame dad jokes. Basic but it gets the job done so why complaining. Seokjin is actually a really fun dude to be around so I doubt you’ll stay as stressed as you were for a long time.
His calm and cool aura will change in a millisecond once he sensed you’re feeling down and he is pulling silly faces, dancing weirdly, ordering your favorite takeout. He is working his hidden charm.
Look I don’t know how to explain it he just can. He can make the most tense person feel easy, make a crying person laugh, he just can make you feel better. I call it the Hobi spell.
He would try to keep a distance so you’ll calm down on your own but seeing you crying will change his plans. Your tears are his weakness and now it’s his job to pull that award winning smile and oulling you into his chest to try doing anything to make you feel better, from watching a romcom to dangerously trying to cook you a cheer up snack.
At first he is serious like babe talk to me, holding hands and kissing your cheeks but that’s just half the Jimin right? Slowly his methods will turn over and giggling you out of your state seemed like the best solution for the both of you.
You’re sad, he’s sad so Taehyuung will be trying everything and I litrally mean everything to make you feel better. Food, music, dancing, going for a ride, cuddling. He will dedicate all his talents, abilities and time to make sure you will never cry or pout again.
Talk to him. He will ask questions, wanting to understand the full situaion before making his move. Obviously video games will be an option, otherwise he will try to seduce you with your favorite food until you cave in. Music will be an imortant factor too. I see him pulling you into his lap and listening to music through a shared headphone while he sings to you.
So, I tried loves. My mom is still in the ICU but she is getting better. I hope to update more this coming month. ALSO. I have a comic con coming near me and TOM FELTON is gonna be there. So stoked! Anyways, enjoy.
“Now just to warn you, my brother is going to be there,” Newt explained as he and you were walking up the steps to his family’s house
“and he’s very, well let’s just say persistent” you stop and stare at your Hufflepuff friend.
“Newt, If I can handle some crazy magizoologist who risks his life every day and gives me Anxiety everytime he steps out of the apartment, I’m sure I can manage some egoistic man” you reply.
Newt smiles at you and turns around. Newt walks up to the door and knocks. You noticed how tense he was and so you grab his hand to try to calm him down.
It was a platonic thing you did but if you were honest, you wanted to do so much more than just hold hands. It was no secret that you had feelings for your best friend.
Newt however, was too oblivious to notice anything. Or maybe he was just too caught up in his own feelings to notice yours. Newt was about to pull his hand away when the door opened.
“Newton! so great to see you. I haven’t heard from you in ages,” his mother stood in front of the two of you, wide smile and warm demeanor.
“Come in, and you must be Y/n” she says turning towards you.
“it’s lovely to meet you Mrs. Scamander” you say politely.
“It’s nice to meet you too” she replies.
“Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable” she calls walking into another room.
She returns with Newt’s dad next to her.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Scamander” you say holding out your hand.
His dad shook it and sat down across from you and Newt. You and his dad strike up a small conversation when a new presence enters the room.
“Y/n, I would like you to meet Theseus, my brother” Newt says with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
You stood up and walked over to him.
“Lovely to meet you Theseus” you say politly.
“It’s my pleasure Y/n, my brother never said how stunning you are” Theseus says flashing a bright smile. You smile back, not wanting to be rude. Unfortunately, you don’t notice Newts jaw clenching.
“I’d love to get to know you better Y/n” Theseus says. He puts his hand on your arm and leaves it there a bit too long. You give him an awkward smile before moving away from him.
“Um, sure” you reply. You turn around and look at Newt. He is looking at the ground and clenching his hands.
“Newt, would you like to come with us?” you ask, hoping he would say yes.
“Oh I’m sure my brother would be fine on his own. Maybe he can go visit the hippogriffs” Theseus cuts in before Newt even opens his mouth.
Theseus takes you hand and leads you outside. Newt is boiling with rage at this point. How dare his brother comes and steals you away, looking at you like nothing but an object.
Newt stomps his way over to the counter and pours some firewhiskey. He chugs it all and stares with discontent at the door.
“Newt, you’re going to explode the door if you keep looking at it that way”. Newt turns around and sees his mother.
“Mum!” Newt yelps in surprise.
“Newt, would you like to visit the hippogriffs. They always did make you feel better when you were a kid” She says.
She looks at her son with concern. She always knew that Newt felt inadequate to his brother. She loves both her sons equally but couldn’t help but hurt for Newt.
“I guess” Newt mumbles.
He walks out to the enclosures and sees some hippogriffs.
“Hello there lovelies. It’s me Newt. I’ve missed you” Newt coos.
He takes time brushing and feeding each one. He feels at home, in his element. he almost forgets why he was upset.
He walks back into his house covered in feathers and some dirt. He has a dopey little smile on his face. He walks over to his mother and hugs her.
“Thank you mum, this is exactly what I needed” he whispers.
“Hey, Y/n I know we just met but, I am entranced by your beauty. Would you like to go to dinner sometime?” Theseus asks. Newt’s face falls and his anger returns. Before you could answer Newt walks over to you.
“Theseus. Can I speak to you. Please.” Newt says dangerously low. He practically drags Theseus from the couch to the hallway. You follow them but stay behind the wall.
“What’s your problem little bro?” Theseus asks.
“My problem is that you always take everything I love away” Newt growls.
“Really Newt? Still so childish. Thought you would have learned. You take what you want” Theseus scoffs back. You begin to turn a crimson red from anger and embarrassment.
“Theseus you have known about my crush on Y/n for years now! How dare you come in and try to charm you way into a date only to break their heart” Newt practically yells.
You peak your head around the corner and see Newt seething with rage and his hand clenched. Ready to punch.
“Newt! Don’t hurt him” you squeak out. Newt whips around and stares in horror.
“Y-Y/N! I um, I can explain um” Newt begins.
“Newt…” you say softly.
Before you could say anything else Newt bolts. He runs out the back door towards the hippogriffs. You quickly chase after him. You take a step bback when you enter the hippogriff barn.
It was so, well, so Newt. It was outdoories but had a sense of comfort. Hell it even looked like Newt’s case. You hear mumbling come from one of the stables.
You slowly walk over, careful not to disturb any of the hippogriffs. You look in and see Newt sitting next to a baby and its mom. He is holding the baby and brushing its feathers.
“Hey” you say.
Newt looks up and so does the mother. You bow and keep eye contact with the mom. It soon bows back and lets you closer.
“Newt, why did you run out on me?” you ask, staring at the baby.
“Because i made a complete fool out of myself” Newt murmurs.
“No, you didn’t Newt” you tell him. You two sit in silence for a bit. The baby hops towards you and you stroke its back.
“Did you mean what you said? That you love me?” you ask breaking the silence.
“No.” Newt answers quickly.
Your face falls and your heart drops. Newt looks over and frowns at your expression.
“oh” was all you could manage out.
“Well, isn’t that what you wanted to hear? I mean my brother is far superior in most aspects.” Newt says with his head down. You scoot closer and bring your lips to his cheek.
“Newton you are a silly man. I’ve had feelings for you for years” you whispered in his ear. Newt bolts up and scares a couple of fwoopers in the rafters.
“P-Pardon?” He stutters out. You roll your eyes and stand up.
“You would think someone as smart and handsome and amazing as yourself could see how much I am in love with you” you say.
You aren’t sure where the sudden confidence is coming from but you’ve been waiting to say this for ages. A giddy, childlike smile makes its way onto Newts face.
“Do you mean it?” Newt asks.
“Of course I do” you peck his nose before taking his hand and leading him out of the barn.
Newt is too shocked to say anything. Before you could enter the house Newt spins you around and slams his lips onto yours.
“I love you so much. I can’t believe you actually feel the same way” Newt giggles out. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring your faces close.
“You silly little Magizoologist. How could I not fall for you?” you reply. Newt’s eyes are filled with joy as you enter the house.
“Thank you so much mum for having us but, I think it’s time we go.” Newt says. You and Newt leave hand and hand, this time as lovers.
However, you both missTheseus in the corner with a hidden smirk on his face.
“Bout time they got together, don’t you think” he says looking at his parents.
Prompt/ask: hi! could i request an edmund x reader where they had to have an arranged marriage but the reader loves him and she doesn’t think edmund loves her back? maybe like they’re in bed and sleeping on opposite sides and she wants to cuddle but she’s too afraid to ask him because she thinks he doesn’t love her? idk if that made sense but it would be amazing if you could write it! i love your writing! thank you!!
Word count: 1,291
Setting: Golden Age
A/N: Thank you to my lovely friend Danielle (@itsalwaysnarnia) for helping me with part of this story-please give this excellent human being a follow!
Your betrothal to Edmund Pevensie of Narnia was not something you had wished for. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something you had any say in at all.
An arranged marriage was not what you considered the dream future. You couldn’t think of anyone in their right mind who would actually enjoy being stuck with some stranger for the rest of their life, let alone upon meeting them a mere week before the wedding.
But the moment you met Edmund Pevensie, he didn’t seem like a stranger. No, he was something much more than that in your eyes. It felt as if you had known him in a past life; Perhaps in a dream, or a dream of a dream. It seemed incredibly silly, seeing as you had only exchanged a few words with the young king, and although you were sure he didn’t feel the same, you couldn’t deny how you saw him.
You immediately snapped out of the trance you were in, turning to the dark haired figure standing in the doorway of the castle’s Great Hall.
“Oh, sorry. I must have, um-” You paused, clearing your throat and avoiding Edmund’s gaze. “Wandered off…”
The king tilted his head slightly, giving you a questioning look. “Yes, well, you should probably get to bed. It’s, I mean-” He looked at his feet, clearly uncomfortable. “It’s getting late.”
You nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yes, thanks.” The two of you stood there for a minute. “Right, well, I’m going to uh…” You felt the apples of your cheeks fill with heat.
“I was just getting to bed, I can walk with you if you’d like.” Edmund offered hesitantly, almost as if he felt an obligation to.
You nodded gratefully, obliging and taking a step towards the winding marble staircase. “Thank you, Your Highness.”
Edmund shook his head, almost sadly. “Please don’t call me that. It’s bad enough that we’re stuck in this situation, I don’t need you treating me like I’m somehow…above you.”
He paused, taking care to avoid eye contact as he walked a few steps ahead of you.
“Edmund?” You asked, stopping before the entrance to your marital chambers. The king turned slowly on his heel to face you.
“I’m sorry. For all of this.” You croaked out softly.
The two of you looked at each other for a moment. Edmund just nodded, remaining silent. He understood what you meant.
Edmund apprehensively began to unlatch the door, opening it with deliberate listlessness. You took a couple timid steps towards the entrance, watching as the young king tugged at his waist to undo the buckle from the side of his robes.
You stepped into the dark chambers, tugging at the sleeve of your gown and shutting the door behind you as you did so. It made a thunderous sound as the latch clicked once more.
You had been in these chambers three times before; once on your wedding day and then again on the two evenings that followed. Yet on all three of these occasions, you and Edmund lay on either sides of the bed, not acknowledging each other whatsoever.
“So,” You said softly, pulling and unbraiding the laces on the back of your gown, “Uh-”
“You don’t have to try to talk to me.” Edmund replied plainly, letting his robes fall to his feet. “It’s alright.”
It was immensely dark in the room, so you were unable to see anything more than the general outline of Edmund standing before you.
You bit the side of your lip, dropping your hands from the laces. “I know, but-” You sighed, gliding your gown over your shoulders and down to your waist. You felt the chilliness in the air run through your body.
Edmund ran a hand through his scraggly hair, looking at you with an odd expression. “Hm?”
You shook your head rawly, letting the last of your clothing fall and quickly reaching for the nightdress that hung by the wardrobe. “It doesn’t matter.”
You drew what you could see of the bed coverings back, making room for you to lift your legs from the edge of the mattress and settle them under the sheets. It was still cold under the many blankets.
You sat there silently, leaning against the pillows lining the headboard as you waited for Edmund to join you. You could feel a cool Narnian breeze come in through the cracked window, making you colder than before. Narnia was different than Terebinthia…too different. Nothing was keeping you sane here anymore.
“You okay?” Edmund asked from beside you. You nodded slowly, sinking down into the blankets.
Edmund let out a small, slightly defeated sigh, and adjusted his position to rest his head on the flimsy pillows. Although he lay merely a few feet from you, he seemed a great distance away.
Edmund remained silent, but you could hear him breathing somewhat rapidly. Gradually, your loneliness became much more prominent and the winds became much stronger.
As you lay there in the cold sheets, restless and completely unsure, thunder began to brew outside your window. You inhaled sharply, praying that the storm would pass. You had never responded well to weather like this.
It was still for a moment before the first lighting cracked. You felt your body tense up instantaneously, your breathing stopping suddenly. You bit your lip, feeling the blood rush to your face and your hands start to shake.
It was a silly reaction, sure, but you couldn’t help how your body responded.
You gripped the sheets and closed your eyes, holding back the fear that coursed through your veins. You had every intention on letting Edmund sleep peacefully, but with this thunderstorm, it might not go as planned.
“Ed?” You said softly, almost afraid of his response. Edmund groaned from the edge of the bed.
“What?” He asked, rather roughly. You licked your lips, trying to ignore the sounds coming from your window. “Nevermind. Go back to sleep.”
You could feel Edmund roll over, assuming that he was facing you now.
“Is everything alright? You’ve been squirming.”
Before you could respond, a loud noise that sounded like hundreds of canons erupting came from the window. You whimpered, wincing slightly.
“I’m fine.” You said hastily, sensing that Edmund was about to say something. You turned away from him in the darkness, clutching the sheets and curling up on the edge of the mattress.
For a minute, both of you were still. Then, precipitously, you felt a cold arm making its way around your waist.
You hadn’t heard Edmund move closer to you-perhaps you had been too focused on the horrific noises coming from outside of Cair Paravel-but, regardless, there he was.
You felt his breath on your bare neck as his arm extended to reach all the way around you, pulling his body closer to yours in the process. His lips were mere centimeters away from your collarbone.
You felt oddly calmed in this position. Even if you didn’t know what to make of it, it was nice to feel his body against yours, keeping you warm.
“I know the storms here can be a bit scary sometimes,” Edmund whispered, his hot breath hitting your neck with every word he uttered, “You’ll be okay.” He paused, breathing a bit heavily now. “I just want you to feel…safe.”
You nodded in acknowledgement, a smile beginning to form on your lips. The feeling of Edmund beside you was something you never thought you needed, but now that it was happening, you realized you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
As you lay there, smiling to yourself, the storm slowly dying down and Edmund’s arms around you, you began to think that you would start to feel a little more sane here.
Sooo, this is based of the picture I made and @analogically-prinxiety fan-fiction which I strongly suggest you check out…and the silly story after we both saw our works.
-Warning: Profanity & Cuteness-
Usually when Logan woke up in the morning, he was greeted with a semi-tired Morality and the bickering of Anxiety and Princey. Instead he was met with Morality holding a very mad, small, dark-brown tabby cat with black splotches on his eyes, that wanted to attack the prince that was cowering behind the back of the couch.
“Unless I’m interrupting something, what is exactly happening?” Logic asked, having everyone’s eyes towards him.
“Well, Roman and Anxiety was arguing like every morning, but I guess Roman was fed up and threw a potion at Anx and then the little guy turned to this littler guy” Morality explained, lifting up the small cat before putting it down to sneeze. “You guys are lucky, I get to have Thomas’s allergy” The moral trait groaned. The Anxiekitty makes his way to Logic, sitting down next to his leg while sending sharp glares to Roman.
“So, he turned him into a kitten?” Logan asked, before hissing in pain as he felt the dark trait scratch his leg. “No he’s an adult cat, he’s just small, like when he’s human” Roman answers, before being tackled by the small tabby.
Anxiety hiss and growled in demands that the others didn’t understand. “I think you should turn him back, even though it is adorable to have Anx like this, he isn’t really happy plus I don’t want to die by allergies” Dad sighed.
Roman quickly responds to the response, throwing ash like dust on the cat, the reaction causing a black smoke around the two.
After two minutes of coughing from the other traits, the smoke finally diminished revealing a coughing Prince and gasping Anxiety with his hood over his head.
Logan and Morality quickly moves over to the two, helping them recover their fits. They all stand and it was quite obvious that Anxiety was three or four inches shorter than he was before and that his jacket was bigger on him. The other traits looked at him, seeing him in discomfort while gritting his teeth in rage. “Roman…” The dark train growled.
“What the F#CK DID YOU DO!” He yelled in fury, revealing bent down cat ears while and the a fluffed cat tail from his jacket. This, this did concerned the other traits but it was masked by the awed faces they made by the dark trait. “I don’t know, but I LOVE it!” Roman cooed, moving over to Anxiety and started to pinch his cheeks. “PISS OFF!” he hissed.
Before he could swat away the royal’s hand, it was moved to his cat ears on his head, his fingers scratching behind the new ears, making Anxiety let out a unintentional purr of delight, making his face burn.
“Awe you don’t have your silly makeup on to cover your blush, it’s adorable!” Roman teased, making Anxiety’s cheeks turn more red.
“What are…you..doin…” Anxiety’s new cat instincts takes over as he leans his head to the royal’s hand, making Roman internally squeal in happiness. “You like this don’t you” The fanciful trait cooed with the smirk as the other glared at him.
“Shut up” He hissed, which was quickly smothered with purrs as Roman moved his other hand up to Anxiety’s second ear. His heart seemed too burst as he saw youngest trait’s expression change. Yeah he still looked annoyed but his left eye was closed because of Roman’s hand cupping the left side of his face, and the tip of was poking between his lips as he purrs.
The other two traits just stood away from the two, Morality recording the whole thing to show Thomas and to keep it to joke about it later while Logan struggles from smiling at the cute scene.