#(yes i did mess it up again when typing that tag)

[deus-ex-mona]

it started as a simple song-inspired fic, how did it end up like this

[a-walking-fandom-reference]

dyslexia is like i just came up with 10 new spellings for this word and none of them are even close to the actual spelling plus 5 of them are actually the same but i thought they looked different and spellcheck still has no idea what i’m trying to say

[vngelicc]

w e c a n ’ t b e f r i e n d s

⋆ TAGS — ANGST like rlly bad, toxic relationships, oc and jk dated since they were young, canon au but the boys don’t go to the military, arguing (lots), protected sex, cowgirl styleee, jk’s a little mean, dirty talk, jk’s slightly possessive(?), pussy eating under the sheets, slight face fucking and cum swallowing, bad ending oop, hinted cheating but not between oc and jk, does it count if they weren’t together ur honor, making out, jk’s a really bad bf, oc’s also quick to jump to conclusions sooo toxic combooo

⋆ WORD COUNT — 9.8 k

It’s the same thing (over and over) where you fight and break up, then kiss and make-up. The cycle’s everlasting and it feels like you’re just going in circles.

The littlest things were enough to set either one of you off. It could be that Jungkook looked at you some type of way, or that you used a tone he didn’t like. You fought over the dumbest things but somehow always ended up back together?

Childhood sweethearts, they called it. You started dating all the way back when you were just teens, Jungkook was a bit awkward around the edges but the sweetest boy ever. It was a miracle your relationship survived after he left to train and then you did too.

But as the years went on it seemed sometimes like the love was fading. It just wasn’t the same anymore (evident in your frequent fights). What felt like love once now felt stagnant, like you two just existed in each other’s world and co-existed together.

Yes he was your boyfriend, and you his girlfriend but that was all. Just y/n and Jungkook. It didn’t feel special anymore. When did the love start to die out?

You’ve been thinking about it for a while now in between your breaks from the relationship, and the very thought terrifies you.

“I thought you and Eunwoo were going out?” You softly asked, a bit surprised to see Jungkook still here in the living room.

“Change of plans.” Jungkook shrugs, “Something came up.” He’s curt and brief, doesn’t even look at you when he’s talking which annoys you a tiny bit but for your sake and his you don’t comment.

“Oh, that sucks,” you softly say and slip onto the couch opposite of him, “did he cancel on you or was it just not a good time?” You’re sitting on pins and needles watching him and his reactions closely.

“I dunno,” Jungkook sighs like he’s exasperated by the conversation, “he didn’t tell me.” You know he’s starting to get annoyed when he does that thing with his tongue inside his cheek.

“You wanna watch a movie?” You quietly ask. You’re worried Jungkook didn’t hear you at first but a couple of seconds later he’s nodding and holding out the remote to you.

It doesn’t feel right. It makes you feel like he’s generously giving you the light of day to entertain your “silly ideas”. You don’t like it.

You go about picking a movie, not even bothering with asking him what he wanted to watch. You doubt he’d even reply to you, maybe if you were lucky he’d just say “Pick whichever one.”

“I heard this one’s good.” A hum, “Came out—I think, last month..? Yeah.” Another hum, “Should I bring snacks?” Head shake.

You kinda get the memo and shut up after that, the ache you’re feeling still lingering in your heart. The credits roll in and the movie’s starting, you look out of the corner of your eye to get a look at Jungkook. He’s just sitting there quietly, eyes focused on the TV screen.

It feels normal—looks normal, but you know and feel that it’s really not.

After arguing with yourself in your head, you finally muster the courage to slip off the couch and into Jungkook’s side. You hide your face in his shoulder and lean against him comfortably. Jungkook doesn’t respond for two seconds before he’s casually slipping his hand over your knee.

It feels..good again. You, Jungkook, and his thumb that caresses your knee ever so gently like you’re made of glass. Maybe you really were worried about nothing. It was probably your head messing with you again and making you think things that weren’t true.

Are they though? I don’t know.

“Oh how prettyy,” you softly marvel at the white dress the actress on screen was wearing, “I wanna have one like that when we get married.”

Jungkook doesn’t utter a word and at first you’re like okay, it’s whatever he’s been doing this already anyways. You don’t really begin to think about it until you feel gentle caresses come to a stop. You turn to him to ask what’s wrong but you think you have your answer.

“What, you don’t wanna marry me?” You softly joke but you’re met with silence. He looks troubled, like he wants to say something but can’t get it out, “.. Jungkook? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” Jungkook shakes his head, “I was thinking.”

Your stomach does that weird thing again where it feels like it’s dropping. You can hear your own heartbeat ringing in your eardrums too, “About?” You whisper.

Jungkook finally meets your eyes with a pinched expression, “I don’t know if I’m sure about marriage yet, I don’t think I’m ready.” He quietly explains, “I don’t feel ready. I feel like there’s so much more I can still do before settling down.” With you…?

Your eyes almost water but you refuse to let them, “So..you don’t want to marry me?”

“What–no, I said I wasn’t ready,” Jungkook blinks rapidly, “I.. I didn’t say that.” He says once he recovers from the initial shock.

“Then what did you mean?” It comes out snappier than intended, “Because to me it feels like something else.”

Jungkook grows visibly irritated, “y/n you’re blowing shit out of proportion again, I didn’t even say anything about you specifically, why the hell are you twisting my words?”

“You make it sound like I’m being weird about this, you were the weird one when all I said was a tiny joke. You’re the one taking it some type of way.” You’re trembling with adrenaline.

“I was just telling you how I feel,” Jungkook stands up and paces back and forth, “why are you being like this? You always wanna say it’s me who starts arguing but look at you!”

Hot tears of anger well in your eyes, “Because it is always you! You give me weird ass attitudes when I’ve done nothing to you, I barely even talk to you!”

Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes, “I’m not doing this again with you. I just fucking can’t, I mean fuck, look at us! All we fucking do is fight, fight, fight and you expect me to wanna marry you? To be stuck with this? No thank you!”

You wipe your tears and stand up, “And there it is, at least I know how you really felt. Saved me my time too.” You glare as you pass by him in the direction of his room.

Jungkook shakes his head, “Where are you going? It’s late.” He calls out loudly, “y/n, answer me.”

“I’m going home Jungkook, it’s fine we’re done. We don’t have to keep doing this anymore.” You look back with dry tears, “I’m done too, I’m tired of pretending everything’s okay when it’s not.”

He doesn’t respond to that, he knows it’s true. “At least let me walk you out to the car.” He quietly murmurs.

“No.”

“y/n, don’t–”

“Leave me alone.” You whisper and storm out of his apartment, away from your home without your heart.

+

It takes three weeks for you to realize that he’s not coming back. He hasn’t texted or called and suddenly it feels real. You were in deep denial the entire time thinking maybe he’d come around and you could talk it out like you always do. He never showed.

You don’t like this, it hurts like a deep ache you can’t seem to get rid of. You find yourself choking up every time you think about him, you don’t want this. You never wanted this.

“Fuck, please,” you whisper shakily. A few rings go by and then you finally hear him.

“..y/n?”

“Jungkook, I need you.” You softly whisper into the phone, “Please..?” He goes silent on the other end and with each passing beat you’re more worried and anxious.

“Where are you?” He softly replies.

“Home.” You quietly croak, the relief filling you in an instant.

“Okay, stay right there I’m on my way. Please just—just sit tight okay?”

You nod like he’s right here in the room telling you face to face, you don’t even know why. He stays on the phone with you in comfortable silence, you hear when he leaves his apartment, when he starts his car and when he finally pulls into your parking garage.

“Is the door the same code as before?” Jungkook asks quietly.

“Yeah..”

“Okay, I’m here outside.” He hangs up the call briefly and then you hear the beeping noise of your front door unlocking.

The sight of Jungkook has your heart breaking into millions of pieces when you realize he’s not yours. Not anymore. You blink away the fresh tears welling up, he visibly softens and holds his arms out for you.

“Come here.” He softly murmurs. You don’t waste a second and cross the living room into his arms in an instant.

Jungkook wraps his arms around you tightly and holds you against his chest. He shushes you softly and sways side to side while you softly cry into his chest. He whispers everything’s going to be okay but it’s not—not with him not by your side.

“Sit, I’m gonna go bring you some water.” Jungkook softly says as he leads you over to the couch.

You nod quietly and watch with red rimmed eyes as he walks off into your kitchen. There’s a million things running through your head right now but you were more concerned with Jungkook. You hated how distant he was, it felt alien-like and weird.

“Here,” Jungkook murmurs as he comes back with the glass of water, “I brought some tissues too.”

You quietly accept with a soft thanks as you wipe your nose and take a tentative sip of water. He watches you with pity in his eyes, and you don’t want him to look at you like that. It makes your skin crawl and leaves you frustrated because you didn’t want his pity.

You just wanted him.

“So what happened?” Jungkook quietly asks after a few minutes of letting you gather yourself.

“I miss you and it just hurts so bad the way things ended. I’ve been regretting it and it hurts–” You can’t even finish because you’re already tearing up again and Jungkook hushes you softly.

“I know,” he solemnly says, “I know it does. Trust me you’re not the only one feeling like shit about this, you think it’s easy for me to let someone I’ve loved walk away after years? It’s fucking hard.”

He sighs shakily, “But I know that if I truly did love you and wanted the best for you, I’d do this. I just can’t keep up anymore, all the arguing is just not good for us y/n and you know it.”

“I know, I know.” You say into your hands with a sniffle, “But I don’t feel like letting go.”

“Me neither,” Jungkook gently brings your hands into his and looks into your eyes, “but we can’t keep going like this. We tell ourselves it’ll be fine but it’s not, it never is.”

You stare silently into eachothers eyes until Jungkook finds his voice again, “Which is why I think we should just take a break for I don’t know how long but we need to work on ourselves. If you truly loved me like I do to you, you’ll let me go and work on myself. You’ll want me to get better.”

And it’s true. You’ve only ever looked out for his best interest and wanted nothing but good things for him. But is it so bad to want to be a little selfish?

“I know.”

“So you understand we have to actually put in the effort if we want this to work out in the future? We can’t half ass this and rush into things anymore, that’s not how I want it to be between us.” He whispers softly.

You look at Jungkook miserably, “Yeah, I get it..” You quietly say, “I just..just promise me you’ll still be here in the end.”

Jungkook cups your cheek gently and smiles which doesn’t look genuine, it's a more sad bittersweet smile. “I’ll be here.”

“Okay..”

“Okay.”

+

You’re not together but it doesn’t feel like you’re not together? You don’t know how to explain it but it’s weird.

Before it was obviously a shitshow with all the arguments and whatnot. Several things actually like Jungkook’s attitude and his weird bipolar moods, and then you with your misinterpretations and spiteful words. It’s different now.

It almost feels like you’re happier with him now than before when you two were actually together. It’s funny that it takes a break up for you two to start being civil and loving—more than before actually. You don’t act like exes, and you both know you don’t.

Exes don’t call each other every night to ask how their day went, neither do they sleep over or cook for each other. It’s one thing to call up your ex from time to time but everyday? Were there no boundaries because you two clearly needed to set some.

Your friends tell you they’re proud but you don’t feel so good knowing you’re still going back to him every night. Sometimes you fuck, sometimes you don’t, most days he’ll just want company or someone to come with him to shop for groceries. You do all these things telling yourself you’re just here for support, nothing wrong in that right?

There’s nothing wrong with being friends with your ex, right? That’s all it is, just friends.

“Hold on, I'll be back, I got a call.” You excuse yourself from the table and head into another room for more privacy. “Hello?”

“Hey, are you doing anything right now?” It’s Jungkook again and it makes your tummy flutter with butterflies at the sound of his voice.

“Uhh, not really? I’m just having some dinner with friends, why?”

“No reason I just wanted to see if you could come over and maybe we can watch a movie or somethin’. I also realized I might have ordered a little too much fried chicken, old habits die hard I guess.” He jokes softly.

You think it’s a little cute and you can’t help but say yes right away, “Let me finish up real quick and I’ll head over in a bit.” You’re smiling like an idiot right now.

“I can come get you..? Only if you want me to though.”

“That sounds good to me, text me when you get here then.” You softly say, “Bye.” It’s a little awkward not saying ‘love you’ but then you remember you’re not technically together and your entire mood is soured a little.

Shit, what are you going to tell the girls? Something came up and you have to go? No, they’ll ask and you’re a horrible liar. Plus you’re stressing out a little over how you’re going to leave undetected, what if Soyeon tries to walk you out to the car or something? You don’t drive but Soyeon has a habit of walking you out whenever you leave her house (god bless).

It’s moments like these that make you wish Soyeon wouldn’t offer, just for today.

“Hey what’s up?” Soyeon says when she sees you re-enter the room, “Everything good?”

“Yeah but I forgot I had a meeting coming up, it’s about a comeback coming up soon and they need me for creative directing or something. Point is I gotta go guys, sorry.” You don’t like lying to them like this but they’re gonna give you shit and right now you don’t want to hear it.

“Oh cool, okay then we’ll hang some other time then yeah?” Soyeon smiles as she begins pushing her seat back. Oh no.

“Stay here it’s fine, the car’s almost here anyways and it’s a bit chilly outsideeee so stayyy.” You whine while pushing her back into her seat, “Also Miyeon’s literally here, keep her company don’t be rude.”

Both girls look confused as Soyeon raises a brow in question, “Miyeon’s fine she sees me almost everyday. Just let me walk you out weirdo.”

“You’re not even wearing shorts Yeon, just sit this one out I’m good. I’ll text you when I get in the car and stuff okay?” Soyeon doesn’t look convinced but she nods anyways and agrees to let you go reluctantly, “Bye!” You wave and hurriedly make your way out after Jungkook texts you he’s here.

“Byeee.” Once you’re out the door you let out a sigh of relief you didn’t know you were holding in. Why was that girl so damn stubborn? You love her to death but now was NOT the time.

jk: outside

You hurried down the hall and to the elevator. Jungkook was waiting for you in the parking lot outside of his car, just leaned back against the hood of it with his hands in his pockets. “Are you cold?” He asks as soon as you come in front of him.

“A little bit,” you smile and sink into his warm and welcoming embrace, “you’re super warm though.”

Jungkook chuckles quietly and strokes your hair, “Here I’ll give you my sweater.” He shrugs it off and holds it out to slip you in it, “You look funny.” He laughs.

“Your face is funny.” You stick your tongue out meanly meanwhile he laughs, “Alright hurry up, I’m cold and hungry.” You pull away from him and head to your side of the car, happily sighing as the warm air from inside hits you.

“I thought you ate already.” Jungkook snorts in amusement as he slips into the car.

“Well I’m hungry again.” You grumble.

He doesn’t respond verbally at least, he shifts the car into drive with a tiny smile on his face. You find yourself leaning back into your seat with a soft smile of your own. Times like these you were able to just sit back and forget about everything and anything. The only thing that mattered right now was you and Jungkook.

That’s it.

.

The movie ended up becoming background noise over the soft sounds of Jungkook’s lips meeting your own over and over again. The food lays discarded on his coffee table, half-eaten with a couple of soju bottles littering around the boxes.

It feels good like this with Jungkook’s hand tangled in your hair and his other settled over your hip. You’re sitting halfway in his lap, the angle a bit awkward but doable nonetheless. You hear him release a low grunt in his throat, lips smacking wetly over your own as he tightens his fingers on your hip.

You thread your fingers through his hair, stroking over his head gently pretending to not notice how he leaned into your touch eagerly. You barely even notice when he impatiently drags you onto his lap and sits you firmly over his thighs, your own bracketing his hips and closing him in.

“Jungkook,” you quietly sigh while bearing down on him and grinding over the thick bulge in his joggers.

“Yeah..?” He replies through a quiet sigh as his half-lidded eyes watch down below between you two where your clothed cunt is pressed tight to his hard cock.

You can’t reply because you’re caught off guard by a bubbling moan in your throat. You find yourself gripping the collar of his shirt tightly between nimble fingers when he suddenly bucks his hips up sharply. The print of his dick presses tighter against your slick folds, the head messily bumping into your throbbing clit.

Jungkook lets out a ragged groan as he tilts his head back and parts from the messy kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips. He guides your hips with both hands as he rolls you over his cock and holds you down to keep you in place. It makes your breath hitch and a stuttered moan slip from your lips.

“Fuck..” You pant softly as your toes curl, “Need you so bad.” You whisper in between the short rough grinds.

He bites his lip harshly and reaches down to unbutton your jeans, you help him slide them off as he hooks his fingers under your panties and tugs them to the side. You feel his fingertips slide through your messy folds, circling over your swollen bud and pressing down with the pads of his fingers.

The slide’s pretty slippery, you barely feel his touch but the pleasure bubbles over and leaves you tingly and hot down there. Jungkook teases you by dipping his fingers low against your fluttering hole that greedily squeezes around nothing. “Don’t tease,” you mutter softly and lean forward to press kisses against his jawline.

“Fuck, wait.” He reaches over and blindly pats the sofa for something you can’t really be bothered to look at. A low hum leaves him when he finally finds what he was looking for: condom.

You watch him bite the foil open and reach down to shove his sweats off, the way his dick slaps against his stomach has you squirming in anticipation. He hisses low through his teeth as he strokes the tip slowly before rolling the condom on. You watch hungrily as his cock’s engulfed in the thin rubber, standing hard ‘n tall with a beady pearl of precum getting trapped within the condom.

“Good?” He mumbles once he positions his cock under you, the tip’s barely brushing over your hole before you’re whining at him for more.

“I’m good,” you wrap your arms around his neck and tug him closer, “now fuck me..please?” You say after a couple of seconds of silence.

Jungkook huffs out a breathless laugh and shakes his head, “You’re cute.” His amused tone dissolves into a low moan when you start pushing his cock in, inching yourself down until your perk ass meets his thighs with a low pap noise.

Fuck you forgot how full he makes you feel when you ride him, your poor little cunt’s all stuffed up with his fat cock. It doesn’t help that there’s a little sting from the stretch with the way your pussy hugs his cock tightly. Jungkook though looks blissed out, he bites his lip and watches through hooded eyes, he’s moving his hands to grip your hips tight.

“Feels so good,” you slur out and start bounding idly, not too fast or slow, “feel..full.” Your tone comes out lewd and borderline pornographic. Can he blame you? His dick always fucked you stupid, turned you into a little yapper too.

Jungkook grunts quietly, “Yeah? You’re gonna be a good girl and ride me like you mean it baby?” The words slip out of his filthy mouth like nothing, you almost forgot the nasty shit he used to tell you when he was plowing your brains out on a Tuesday night.

“Y-Yeah,” you gasp softly as your eyes flutter shut when he hits that one spot you like, “so, so good Jungkookie,” you whine quietly while rocking your hips back and forth, your cunt greedily swallows him up through every push and tug.

Jungkook groans low and moves his hands to settle over your ass cheeks, he grips each cheek in his hand and squeezes, kneading the flesh under his palms. “Shit–like that,” he huffs softly as he guides your hips in smooth fluid grinds, “so fuckin’ good.” He groans again and tosses his head back.

You bite on your lower lip to supress your whimpers, your hips bounce lightly in his lap with a low fopping sound as Jungkook’s cock coaxes more slick out of your pussy. You’re dripping through the sides as a low squelch emits from your sopping cunt. Through the soft moans and grunts you there’s a skin on skin slapping sound your ass makes when they meet his thighs.

“Oh, fuck.” You whisper, breathing picking up as your hands slide down to settle over his abdomen for purchase.

Jungkook’s lips part, eyesbrows pinching together in concentration as he watches you fuck yourself languidly on his cock. His body lightly rocks upwards from your eager bouncing, the slapping noises only get louder the more you grow desperate. He can’t help but land a hard smack on your cheek, watching in satisfaction as you mewl from both pain and pleasure.

“You like that baby?” He breathlessly asks, “Like being slapped around like a slut? Hm?”

“Y-Yeah,” you gasp shakily and throw your head back, “love it so much Jungkookie,” you mewl.

Jungkook moves one hand from your ass up to your head, fisting the back of your hair and forcing you to expose your neck for him. “How much?” He grunts low, “Whose cock makes you scream like this?”

You swear the ache in your skull from him yanking on your hair makes you even wetter. The throbbing in your pussy has you wildly grinding against him for more, you can’t even reply because of the uncontrollable moans you’re letting out right now.

“Answer me,” he hisses with another smack to your cheek.

“You do! Only you,” you softly sob as he stops you and holds you in place, “please ‘m so close, wanna cum.” You try to bounce, move, anything—but he’s not letting up as he holds you in place and leaves you squirming all over his cock.

“Cum.” Jungkook darkly murmurs as he begins fucking into you from below, his sharp thrusts send you flying into his chest as you cry out.

He drives his cock right up against your g-spot with each hit, the living room quickly fills with the sounds of his balls hitting your ass and the couch creaking from the weight. He doesn’t hold back on his moans either, he’s cussing and groaning under his breath as he uses your pussy to his liking. You on the other hand..

“Jungkook..!” You feel your pussy clamp down and you reach down to rub at your clit in fast circles, trembling and whining as your orgasm approaches fast.

He grips your cheeks tighter and spreads you open as he fucks his cock in and out of your sloppy cunt. Your mouth falls open as the wind is knocked out of you, you’re coming fast and hard as stars explode behind your eyelids. You feel like a ragdoll in his hands as he fucks away into your oversensitive cunt.

“Shit—nearly there baby,” he whispers as his eyes flutter shut in pleasure, “oh fuck.” He grits his teeth and bucks up hard until his hips are stuttering in their pace and he’s groaning loud.

You wish he wasn’t wearing the condom as you feel every little throb and twitch inside. It makes you drool at the thought of his hot thick cum filling your ruined little pussy, it’d probably drip afterward too..

“Good?” He quietly asks as he tries to catch his breath.

You end up laying your head on his shoulder for a couple of seconds, enjoying the way he rubs your back gently in a comforting manner. “Yeah, ‘m okay.” You softly reply while clinging to him like a koala.

Jungkook hums, you don’t go home after that, or the day after.

+

“Damn when did it get so hot?” Taehyung complains under his breath, “Swear it feels like the weather was cooler yesterday, don’t tell me summer’s already coming.” He groans.

Jungkook hears Hoseok grunt in agreement, “Can you believe spring’s almost over though? We’re like a month away from summer starting.”

“What? No way.” Jungkook frowns, it can’t be, the last time he spoke with you was—

“You realize we’re in the last month of spring right?” Taehyung looks at him weirdly with a snort, “Have you been living under a rock or something?”

Hoseok joins in on the teasing but Jungkook doesn’t think it’s so funny anymore. Not when he realizes it’s been almost two whole months since you and him decided to take a break. He hasn’t really kept up with your life like that, the last time he spoke was when he asked if you were home and then he did go over and you guys ended up—

Holy shit.

“Jungkook,” Hoseok calls out, “your phone’s ringing.” By the looks on their faces they know who’s calling right now. Hoseok looks mildly disappointed and Taehyung just seems tired of it.

“Are you gonna answer it?” Taehyung asks tentatively.

Jungkook looks at your caller ID and then silences his ringer, “Nah, I’ll see what’s up later. Where do you guys wanna go next?” They look at him like he’s crazy and Jungkook sighs, “What?”

“We didn’t know you guys were still together, thought the breakup was for good.” Hoseok quietly admits.

Oh. Right, Jungkook’s been talking about how you’ve both been separated for a cool minute now. Of course they would naturally think that you’ve both finally realized you’re no good and left each other the fuck alone. He’ll never forget their proud faces when Jungkook admitted he walked away from it.

“Look, she’s a good person and all that but is it really worth it if all you do is fight and tear at each other? I mean it’s not like this is the first time.” Taehyung rambles slowly as Hoseok nods along to every word, “Don’t you think that maybe answering her would fuck up all the progress you’ve made so far?”

Will it? Jungkook likes to think that maybe he’s doing a good job but clearly not if Taehyung and Hoseok are calling him out on it. Of course they want the best for him too, they’ve been his hyungs since forever (but you were his forever too).

“Look I know it’s bad,” Jungkook sighs, “but I just can’t leave her like that either, it’s wrong. She’s been in my life since we were kids Tae, I’m not gonna just ditch her like that.”

“And nobody’s mad at you for it but Jungkook c’mon, you need to set some boundaries for your sake man. You can’t fall back into this nasty habit, not when you’re doing so good for yourself right now.” Jungkook knows Taehyung’s referring to his upcoming Golden album release.

“Listen, we’re not gonna police you because you’re a big boy and you can deal with your own shit but I’m just telling you right now it’s not a good idea whatever you’re doing with her right now. The sooner you begin to pull away, the easier it will be when you two finally decide on the future of your relationship.” Hoseok finishes quietly.

They’re right and Jungkook hates that they are. As unsettling as the truth is, that’s just what it is and Jungkook can’t change that.

You’re broken up but why does he still go over? Why does he cook for you two, watch movies in bed like a couple and then fuck you to sleep before the cycle repeats over and over? Did you ever break up to begin with?

“If you want this to work you need to let go.” Taehyung’s hand comes up to squeeze his shoulder, “Some things were not made to be forever, and unfortunately this is one of them.”

Jungkook looks up at the two men in front of him, they’ve each got reassuring smiles on their faces and for the first time he feels good about his decisions. He makes a mental note in the back of his head to speak with you later on, for now he’ll just enjoy this.

+

“I didn’t know you and Jungkook were still together.” Soyeon comments upon seeing a sweater she knew was too big to be yours and quite frankly wasn’t something you’d personally go out and buy yourself.

“Oh, that—we’re actually not.” You chuckle under your breath, “He left it here the other day–”

“The other day?” Yuqi frowns, “What do you mean? I thought you guys haven’t seen each other in two months?” You can tell they’re equally confused about the situation.

“We aren’t together-together, we’re just kinda hooking up here and there whenever we feel like it.” You shrug.

“Uh-huh, and he just leaves his clothes too?” Soyeon raises a brow, “y/n—babe, I love you but what the hell? I thought you and him were completely done already?” She says, Yuqi nodding along in agreement.

Now it’s your turn to look at them confused, “What? We’re just hooking up, it isn’t anything bad either I mean we’re doing better now than before.”

Soyeon sighs deeply and sits down, “Have you maybe thought about why things are better now? Because you’re not together y/n, you’re only doing ‘better’ now because you don’t have a label to the relationship because you’re both pretending shit’s okay.”

“This can’t be good either y/n, it’s not healthy it’s just gonna lead you both down the same path as before. You guys think that because you’re happy now, the issues aren’t gonna be there.” Yuqi shakes her head.

Of course you knew they were gonna start with this but your pride was too strong to admit that they were of course right about this. It’s something you’ve been intentionally ignoring, kind of like if you don’t think about it, it’s not true type of thing. Which in itself was a pretty bad mindset.

“But we’re gonna fix things.” You softly reply.

“Are you?” Soyeon looks like she doesn’t believe you, you don’t even believe yourself.

Yes, yes, yes—

“I don’t know.” You find yourself saying without thinking, that’s the truth right? Right..?

Yuqi sighs sympathetically and shakes her head, “It’s time to let go, it’s over y/n—for good. I know it’s hard love but you have to do it.”

“I’ll…talk to him later about it, can’t guarantee this but I’m going to try to break things off permanently.” You’re just tired of this back and forth with yourself wondering if Jungkook and you are truly going to be okay.

You know you both will be okay…just not together and that’s what hurts the most to think about. They don’t push the topic anymore, something you’re thankful for. The entire time you’re with the girls you’re stuck thinking about Jungkook.

you: come over

You spent at least ten minutes with your thumb hovering over the button before you actually pressed it. It shouldn’t be so fucking scary but you’re just extremely nervous right now. Your friend’s words ring in your head over and over again like a mantra and you feel like you’re going mad.

jk: rn?

you: yea, really want to see you

jk: me too.

read.

It’s the shit like this that makes you question everything. You hate how weak you are because Jungkook can sweet talk his way into your head and you wouldn’t be able to stop him. It’s not like he does it intentionally but still the power he holds over you, it’s stupid.

After the girls left you ended up cleaning the living room a bit, stopping in your tracks when you came across the sweater he left behind. You stare at it for a couple of seconds before slipping it on finding it much more comfy wearing his clothes. You hear the front door keypad beeping before it unlocks and Jungkook’s slipping in.

“Hey.” He greets quietly and shuts the door behind him.

You smile up at him and tug on the sweater paws, taking note of the sweaty state he was in, “You coming from the gym orrrr…?”

“Oh yeah,” he laughs, “I just got finished with working out when you texted me. Look at that,” he flexes his bicep to show you, “hot huh?” He grins.

“Ew no as if, go take a damn shower you probably stink.” You pretend to cover your nose and gag, giggling when he rolls his eyes at you.

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” He walks over to tug you into his arms, “This my hoodie?” He mumbles, “Looks good.”

You let him lay soft kisses over your pouty lips until you’re pushing him away with a low grumble, “Go shower now, I don’t wanna stink of sweat in your hoodie.” You snort.

Jungkook lays one last kiss over your forehead and walks in the direction of your room, “So mean and for what? It’s literally my hoodie who cares if it stinks? I’m gonna be taking it off anyways.” He smirks deviously.

You follow with a unamused look, one that leaves no room for anymore arguments. “I’ll wait for you out here,” you flop on the bed and turn on your TV, “go on, shoo.”

“Meanie.” Jungkook mumbles but makes his way into your bathroom nonetheless.

You catch up on some of your shows you were watching at the moment while waiting for Jungkook to come back out. You’ve long made yourself comfortable in bed, curled up under your soft comforter with the remote in hand. He doesn’t come out for at least fifteen minutes or so, you don’t really mind because it feels oddly domestic.

“You’re watching this too?” Jungkook breaks the silence in the room, “I’m on the last episode.”

You barely look at him as he walks over to the bed in nothing but his towel wrapped around his waist. “Yeah, I started this like a week ago I think.” You murmur distractedly as he flops in bed with you, “Don’t get my pillows wet,” you whine with no real bite to your tone.

“It’ll dry.” Jungkook snorts as he lays his head over your blanket covered lap. The two of you fall into silence afterwards with him loosely wrapping an arm around you.

Nothing happens after that, you lay together quietly while the episode runs in the background. Occasionally Jungkook turns to hide his face in your lap, you can’t help but slip your hand in his wet hair and gently comb over it, lightly scratching at his scalp.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if I spoiled it?” He pipes up out of nowhere.

“Do it and I’m throwing you out towel and all.” You glare as he starts giggling in amusement, “I’m serious, do it and you’re out.”

“I won’t, I won’t.” He says as he lifts his head up, “But I’m a little bored,” he pouts and draws circles over your thigh, “I already watched these episodesss.”

“I dunno do something. Go order food or find some in my fridge, I don’t know.” You sigh.

Jungkook doesn’t reply and instead nuzzles into you, “I have something else I can do in mind..” He trails off and slips his hand under your comforter to stroke your thigh.

You don’t say anything, instead you part your thighs for him as a silent ‘go on’. He takes the bait easily and slips under the comforter with a devious grin, “Jungkook– ow, don’t bite me you ass. Why did you do that?”

Instead of answering you he just reaches under for the waistband of your shorts, peeling them off alongside your panties in one go. You can feel his hot breath hovering over your pussy, his tongue dips low between your soft folds as he licks a stripe up your cunt.

He circles his tongue around your clit, swiping from side to side and front/back. It’s enough to have your knees buckling weakly as you reach over the comfort to place your hand where his head would be as you sighed in pleasure.

“Like you better when your mouth’s full.” You find yourself mumbling.

Jungkook grunts in affirmation, he wraps his arms around your and tugs your hips closer to his face. He’s literally buried in your soft cunt, nose poking at your clit while he licks over your slick lips, sucking on your soft fold with a pleased hum.

You push up with a low moan and angle your hips down so that he’s licking over your swollen clit. “Shit, jus’ like that,” you tilt your head back and close your eyes enjoying the sensation of his tongue.

He lays one hand flat over your pelvis and holds you down while he sucks on your clit feverishly. It sends your back arching off the bed from the sudden spark of pleasure. “Fuck..!” You hiss out when he engulfs your tiny bud between his lips and sucks.

Jungkook doesn’t disappoint. He slurps and licks like no tomorrow while he prods his fingers against your pussy. You’re literally scrambling to get a grip on him, your pathetic little moans and whines spurring him on as he finally slides his fingers deep.

“More, gimme more please,” you mewl.

You hear him shuffling around down there so you naturally take a peek out of curiosity. The sight has your mouth dropping in awe when you come across him fisting his cock from under the sheets while he eats you out like you’re the best meal ever.

“Coming,” you gasp softly as your fingers tangle themselves in his hair.

Jungkook sucks harder with a hint of teeth, he curls his fingers at the same time and fucks them right up against the roof of your cunt. It has you crying out his name and pushing his head away as your pussy clenches tight and then suddenly you’re gushing all over him.

“Jesus,” he whispers and covers your cunt with his hot mouth, licking up the entire mess you made all over yourself.

“Come here.” You dryly whisper after noticing he didn’t cum.

He obeys without hesitation, he knows what you want so he climbs up and kneels beside you with his weeping cock over your lips. “You sure? I don’t mind.” He murmurs.

“I want to.” You softly reply and part your lips, “Don’t want you to be gentle with me.. I can take it.” You murmur as you engulf the head of his cock slowly.

Jungkook hisses quietly and guides your head until your nose is meeting his groin. You gag around him with the saliva quickly building up in your mouth. He doesn’t mind though because he absolutely loves it when you slobber all over him.

“Don’t you look pretty with a mouth full of cock?” He grins teasingly despite being minutes away from coming, like he wasn’t edging himself before when he was eating your cunt.

You moan unabashedly as tears spring in your eyes. He doesn’t waste anymore time after that and begins fucking into your mouth unapologetically. He doesn’t even start off slow, he’s desperate to cum and you get it. You’re salivating at the thought of his cock filling your throat and leaving you sore.

He grips the headboard above to stable himself as he slides himself in and out of your mouth. Jungkook moans under his breath as he bucks his hips rather harshly, just listening to the sound of your gags and saliva dripping.

“So fuckin’ good,” he mutters, “you take it so good for me.”

You know he’s getting close when he starts getting quieter and instead puts his attention on his pleasure. The only noise around is the sound of your gagging and his labored breathing. You feel his cock start twitching and throbbing until he’s shouting from the pleasure and coming down your throat.

“Shit—stop, stop, stop.” He sighs as he gently pulls you off his cock, “Fuck.” He says after catching his breath.

Cleanup is fairly quiet, he helps you change the sheets and get dressed into comfier clothes before you’re both climbing back into the bed and sitting side by side, body to body. It feels all too real and suddenly realization is hitting you hard.

The silence is comfortable between you two, the scene feels a little familiar (you, him, a movie and your head on his shoulder) but you don’t comment because it makes you feel a little uncomfortable. Like before, Jungkook caresses his hand over your thigh gently with a comforting grip after.

“Why did we ever fall out?” You quietly pipe up, “Like where did it all go downhill?”

He stops in his tracks, he doesn’t look mad or upset that you brought it up out of the blue. He looks..at ease. “I don’t know, but I think it has to do a lot with the fact that we slowly grew out of each other? Kinda like we just lost the love and it wasn’t the same anymore, and instead of trying to fix it we just acted like our problems weren’t there.”

Jungkook calmly continues after taking in your reaction, “I love you don’t get me wrong, you’ve given me the best years but I just think we finally grew apart. Think about it—the fights, the breakups and make ups? We got to a point where we just didn’t care anymore.”

“I know, but it still doesn’t change the fact that I want you forever.” You softly admit.

“No you don’t y/n,” he replies equally softly, “you don’t want us—this, forever.”

It’s like a punch to your gut, why is he saying this? Why is acting like he knows what you want? You know what you want, and you want him. Is he trying to call you a liar? A saner part inside of your head eerily tells you he’s right, you don’t want that. You want happiness.

“I do know what I want actually, why are you thinking otherwise? You’re making a decision for me without even asking me how I feel about this?” You frown and push yourself off his shoulder.

“y/n,” Jungkook pauses briefly before shaking his head, “trust me I know you don’t want this. It’s not hard and it doesn’t take a fucking rocket scientist to see we’re not made for eachother. I’m sorry I need to tell you like this but whatever the fuck we had is something I sure as hell don’t want.”

It literally crushes your spirit because you knew what was coming, you KNEW he was going to tell you the cold hard truth sooner or later. It’s all everyone's been warning you about and now you have no room to cry about it. You had nobody but yourself to blame for your heartbreak. Not Jungkook, not Soyeon, not Yuqi.

Just you.

“You know what Jungkook, fuck you.” You fiercely whisper and push yourself off of him, “No actually, fuck you. You don’t get to tell me what I want and don’t want–”

“Because I know what the fuck I want and it’s not you! As fucking sad as it is y/n I can’t do this shit anymore,” he stands up too and begins hazardously dressing himself in his clothes again, “I know what I’ve done is shitty and I hope you can forgive me for it but I’m not willing to stick around anymore. Not after this.”

You watch in silence as he picks his things up off the floor and storms out. Not one word is spoken throughout the entire ordeal. Jungkook gets his shit and leaves like nothing ever happened, like you didn’t tell him to fuck himself and he didn’t respond by saying he didn’t want you.

When he finally leaves with a loud slam, your resolve crumbles and soft sniffles begin to fill the too empty apartment. You look around the room with red-rimmed eyes, now what are you gonna do?

You fucked up, again.

+

Jungkook doesn’t talk to you—doesn’t even text—for a total of two weeks and counting. You tried distracting yourself with work and your upcoming comeback but it was hard to focus. Not when your mind keeps going back to him and what happened that night.

“You don’t look so good, you sure you’re okay?” Your manager says with a look of concern on her face, “I can wrap things up and we can get you home if that’s what you want.”

“Please,” you find yourself nodding, “I’ll um let you know later on how I’m doing and stuff, for now I just wanna be alone.”

They understand you’re not doing well emotionally as of lately so they don’t question it when you request to be left alone. They simply wrap it up and call for your driver to take you home. A few staff send you off with tiny gifts and comforting hugs but none are enough to take away from the misery you’re feeling right now.

You make a quick stop at the store on your way home, you’ve never felt more dead in your entire life than right now. Even buying groceries proves to be a hard task but you somehow push through it and buy what you need.

The entire time you're there you think about Jungkook, should you call him to clear things up? Apologize for the shitty things you’ve ever said and for how you’ve acted towards him over the slightest inconveniences?

‘The phone’s right there,’ a little voice inside your head whispers, ‘just open up and click on his name, he’s right there.’

Do it, do it, do it, they chant.

Before you even realize it you’re dialing his number, the phone pressed tight against your ear as you wait with a bated breath for him to pick up. Three rings go by until finally Jungkook picks up with a quiet ‘hello’. “Hey,” you quietly mumble, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing much, I was cooking about a minute ago. You?” He sounds distant, like he’s catching up with an acquaintance.

“Cool, and nothing either, I just went to the store and bought a few things I needed.” You play with a strand of loose hair, suddenly finding that much more interesting to look at.

“That’s good.” He murmurs and it goes quiet after that.

Neither of you know what to say right now, you don’t even know where to begin. What can you say? Hey I’m sorry I told you to fuck yourself? I’m sorry for my shitty ass attitude? I’m sorry for being a bad girlfriend? There’s so much to say but you can’t find the words for it.

“Jungkook,” you hesitantly say after finding the courage to speak, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything, I know I fucked up over and over again but I want to let you know I’m sorry I treated you the way I did and for the things I said.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything and for a second he scares you thinking that he hung up or something. “I know, and I’m sorry too for the way I acted and shit. I know we haven’t been the best but for what it’s worth none of this was ever your fault. Things just didn’t end up working out.”

You hate that this feels like a permanent goodbye, it must have really been the last straw for him the last time you spoke. You find yourself tearing up and there’s a heavy lump sitting in your throat. You don’t know whether you want to cry, scream, or run off.

“It’s just hard when I miss you this much,” you quietly reply despite the wobble in your voice.

“I know,” you hear him take a deep breath and before he can reply you hear it.

There’s a low shuffling noise in the back, at first you think nothing of it until you realize it’s a feminine voice asking Jungkook if he wants her to help clean up the mess.

Your heart rapidly beats in your chest, the pounding in your ears so loud you swear you feel like you’re going to have a heart attack with how fast it’s going. “Didn’t know you moved on already.”

“It’s not like that–”

“Then what is it like Jungkook? Because to me it sounds exactly what I’m imagining right now—don’t try and treat me like I’m fucking stupid.” You wipe your tears of frustration while pacing back and forth.

“Okay fine, you want the truth: I met someone and I’m getting to know them, I’m thinkin’ maybe she can make me happy too. Is that what you wanted to hear from me?” He snaps back.

“When.” You coldly demand, the anger you feel right now is astronomical.

Jungkook holds his breath for a few seconds, “A month ago.”

Your entire world stops then and there. So while you and Jungkook were doing these lovey dovey things and still seeing each other, he was already talking to someone new. All this and for what? He found someone new while still using you as an escape from reality (for fun really), and to know he was doing this while having someone on the side waiting?

It makes you sick to your stomach.

“D-Don’t you ever come near me. We’re done, so fucking done. How could you fucking do that to me? You knew how I fucking felt about all this and you went and pulled this? I hate you, I hate you.” You can’t even speak, it physically pains you to talk.

Through your sobs you manage to shakily hang up and head for your bedroom. You toss a bunch of clothes on the bed and drag your heavy suitcase out of the closet. You don’t know where you’re going, but at this point you’ll go anywhere if it means you can get away from this place.

All that’s left is the sounds of your sobs and clothes shuffling as you stuff them into your suitcase messily. You feel so alone and empty wondering what everyone else in the world is doing right now. Surely not getting their heart stomped on like you, right?

As you're finishing up with your closet, you hear the front door beep and buzz. No, no, no, he is not doing this right now you think while storming out to the living room. He’s already coming in as you’re stepping out.

“y/n–”

“What the fuck are you doing here? I told you to leave me the fuck alone!” You throw a vase in his direction watching him yell out in shock as he barely manages to dodge it.

“Fucking hell—calm down! You’re gonna hurt yourself!”

“And why do you care? You didn’t before so what’s fucking different now!” You wipe your face and stomp to your bedroom with Jungkook hot on your tail.

He tries to grab your arm but you rip yourself away from him in fury which makes him get the memo instantly, “I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay, I don’t want you to hurt yourself or do anything stupid.” He stops in his tracks when he sees the state your bedroom’s in.

“y/n..what are you doing?” He quietly asks, his doe eyes filled with surprise and a mix of fear.

You take a deep breath and hold it in for a couple of seconds, letting it out slowly when you feel calm enough to reply, “I’m leaving Jungkook, all this—I’m done. I had hopes that maybe we could solve things and make it work again but it looks like only one of us wanted this.” You smile sadly.

“I choose myself Jungkook, I did some petty shit and said dumb things and I’m sorry for it. Looking back on it, it was me who refused to move on. I was so hung up on making things work I just didn’t realize I was dragging you down and forcing you to be with me.”

Jungkook visibly deflates with hurt written all over his face, “I’m sorry too, I never meant to lead you on and if I did I’m so sorry for it y/n. You deserve someone who can make you happy, and I’m sorry that someone can’t be me.”

You stand across from each other in silence. Jungkook looks down at your luggage with his own sad smile, “Maybe..we could be friends?”

“No,” you softly reply and get back to packing, “we can’t be friends, but I’d like to pretend.”

“So this is goodbye then.” Jungkook’s got his own unshed tears ready to fall.

“Yeah, I guess so..”

He looks up at you and tearfully smiles, “Goodbye y/n.”

You match his smile with one of your own, “Bye, Jungkook.” Maybe in your next life you will both be happy. But not in this one.

For now, it’s only me and maybe that’s all I need.

+

One year later.

“It’s only gonna be for two weeks, you big baby. You’re acting like I won’t get on a plane and go see you.” You laugh softly and shake your head, “Besides, I thought you were taking me to the beach in LA?”

“I am! But I wanted you there with me,” Mingi looks at you with pursed lips, “wanted you to see me on stage.”

You can’t help but coo and squeeze his cheek, “You’re so cute, don’t worry I’ll make sure I don’t miss it.” He smiles happily and you can’t help but lean in for a smooch on the cheek.

“Oh wait, I saw a guy selling ice cream back there. Wait for me right here, I’ll be back.” Mingi heads back to all the food stalls leaving you there in front of this cafe.

You hum under your breath and check on your messages, replying to friends who slid up on your story asking if you were finally back. It felt good to be home after all that went down before, you really needed the break.

“Hold on, I got it, let me carry it for you.” You hear a familiar voice say which instantly has you turning around to look.

It’s Jungkook and he still looks the same as before minus the hair he’s cut short now and has it in an undercut. You feel weird seeing him again after all this time. Weird in a good way? You don’t know, but it isn’t bad either. You kinda don’t feel anything.

You curiously look over at his girlfriend(?), stopping in your tracks when you notice a pretty ring on her finger. It suits her. You look back up and come face to face with Jungkook who stands there in shock too.

There’s a million things you can say or do right now, but you don’t. In fact you’re happy for him.

“Did I take long?” Mingi suddenly pops up behind you holding two ice cream cones, “I got your favorite.” He grins foolishly.

You break away from Jungkook and look at Mingi, “Thanks, how sweet of you.” You grin and lean in to kiss his cheek again, “Ready to go? I’m kinda tired of being outside.” You complain softly.

Mingi lets you take the cones from his hands and instead wraps his arm around your waist leading you through the crowd of people. Your heart races as you two get closer to Jungkook and his fiancé. Just for a second you meet his eyes, and then you smile before turning your attention back to Mingi.

Jungkook smiles back and just like that, you move on with your lives.

My love, I won’t wait for your love.

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manipulative brothers best friend re4!leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!! Mentions of past grooming by leon, age gap(~8 yrs), manipulation, guilt, dirty talk, p in v, afab reader, noncon creampie, slight anal/talks of anal, codependency, slapping, daddy kink, pet names, depressed thoughts in the beginning, chubby/thicker reader, manhandling, praise kink, degradation kink, talks of pregnancy (just a bit), oral (f receiving), virginity talk, controlling leon, obsessed leon, slight size kink if u squint!

note: hhh... read the warning lol before you comment. I was going to put more of leon being so fucking weird but erm, decided not to. not proof read btw!! but i do want to say i am a victim of SA and i used to heavily think about him and wished that he went further. lol idc what people say, i still struggle thinking like that, but ik it's wrong. so yes that's what this fic is loosely based on -_-

wc: 3.1k! tags: @rigorwhoring, @argreion, @xoxostarlet, @fairry1 bc I love u all :33!

Maybe it's for the best. No more surprises. This is nothing new. All you can hear is deafening silence, swallowing you up in a warm cocoon, suffocating you like a million years of guilt and thousands of weights on your throat and chest. 

You can't help but wish he had done more. Maybe he would've if he could see your thoughts. Maybe he would've stayed.

But those sleeping pills really did a number on your body. You tried to overdose on everything you could, even your antidepressants. Yeah, it was dumb. But it was all just killing you from the inside anyway. 

All you can do now is just sob violently into your pillows. Claw at the sheets and at your scalp, so pathetically. No wonder he chose you. So fucking easy to manipulate, to knead into someone he can use. No wonder he said he only loved you like a friend after he finally got caught in the act.

Whatever it was that he said, you can't remember exactly. You just tuned him out. White noise oozing into your eardrums like water does when you stand underneath the showerhead. He didn't apologize. Didn't explain. Didn't even try to. All you did was cry and plead for him to stay. 

"Please don't leave me, Leon. Please, I can't live without you! I love you! Please!" You sobbed into the phone because, yeah, he broke up with you over text. It's not like you guys were even in a relationship. The age gap was too big and illegal to even be considered a real relationship. 

You knew he was so much older than you. Liked it. Knew it was wrong, yet went forward with it. He should've stopped it. Should've. But he didn't, though. 

You still love him deep down in your heart. He was your first love. First 'boyfriend'. First person to grope your body. You asked for a kiss, and he pressed his chapped lips against your forehead. He asked you for ass pictures, and you gladly sent them. Giggling happily whenever he complimented you and your body.

He's still your ideal type. A cuddly, tall, muscular brunette. 

You wish you could stop yourself from comparing every guy to him or hoping they won't end up like him. Using you and throwing you away as soon as they got what they wanted. 

But, now that you're legal, he reached out to you. Said some nonsense to try and get back into your heart. You didn't even care what he said. Just wanted to feel alive, to feel loved, and to be loved again. Even if it meant being loved by your abuser, you would let him drag you through hell and back if it meant he would love you like he did in the past. If it meant you could feel happy, free, and weightless again, you would march into hell with him.  

As messed up as you are, you would do anything to make him stay. So that you can feel full again. Happy again.

"Wish you would've taken all of my firsts," you pouted as he pulled away from your lips. Swollen and red, so pretty.  

Leon grinned and raised an eyebrow at your statement. "Really, baby girl? Damn," he bites on his lower lip, and his thumb brushes across the apples of your cheeks. 

Taking in the way you look different but still the same as you were years ago, just a bit fuller in your hips, thighs, and stomach, he remembers when he gripped your thigh with both of his hands. Couldn't even manage to grab ahold of all of the fat. A few inches away from completely grabbing your thigh with both hands. 

Now, he probably couldn't even make it so that there were a few inches between his hands; it would be a bit of a distance. That's how much you've grown width-wise. Length wise, you haven't really grown much. 

"Yeah, daddy," you preen under his attention, shifting your weight from your heels to your toes, and back down flat on the floor. "I mean it." 

He lets out a soft chuckle, and his calloused hands softly grab onto your shoulders, rubbing small circles into the fabric of your shirt. "Wish I could've taken all of your first too, baby. I know I would've made it all special for you. For my special girl." Leon coos, his head dipping down to lick into your mouth.

Hot spit trickles down the back of your throat and onto your chin. Making you squeeze your doughy thighs together, moaning as his hands squeeze down to your ass. Pressing you up against his built body. His hard-on throbbing against the confines of his skinny jeans, onto your soft, pudgy tummy.

He groans as you tug at the hair on the back of his head. Pulling back and squishing your cheeks together, and then tapping your face as you try to press your lips on his. His blue eyes darken as you moan when his hand makes contact with your face. 

"Fuck," he grips onto your chin, forcing your mouth open to let a wad of spit hit the edge of your tongue, letting it slide down into your tummy. "Daddy knew you'd like that. I've got a slutty little princess, huh?" 

It's a rhetorical question, but you answer with a few quick nods.

"Yeah, daddy, I'm your slutty little princess." Always so quick to repeat what he said. What he drilled into your brain years ago obviously holds up. You still want to make him happy, even if he ruined you for anyone else. Ruined you for life.

The corners of his lips quirk upwards, his hands giving your ass a quick squeeze before he pushes you down into the bed. He climbs on top of you like a hungry animal, licking his lips at the sight of his prey.

A whine escapes from your throat at the sight. He's gotten even more attractive and bigger, and it's making your brain all mushy. Shooting directly down to your core, feeling it gush out slick onto the gussets of your panties. 

You lick your lips and wrap your legs around his hips. "Please, Leon." 

He lets out a low growl, his veiny forearms coming up by the sides of your head. Firmly planting them on the mattress as he rocks his hips into yours. His bangs fall into your face as he teasingly grazes his lips against yours. Panting hotly against your lips. 

"Relax, baby," is all he says before he moves his mouth, making a wet trail from the corner of your lips down to your jawline. 

"Let me love you." Leon murmurs into your skin as he sucks a hickey underneath your ear, making you gasp and squirm beneath him. 

You become pliable, easy to bend, and easy to please. Brain too foggy to clearly think straight. Leon's marking up your neck like you'll try to run away from him. It's like you're his property now. God, you've always been his, ever since that fateful day, right?

Just a few words, and he can do whatever he wants with your body. Maybe one day you'll let him take your first time with your other hole. Who knows. 

"So pretty, fuck," his tongue dips between the valley of your breasts, hands grasping at your shirt to push it up, exposing you to his hungry eyes. His knee slots between your thighs, making you squeak and squeeze his leg involuntarily. Pressing your tits together to swipe his tongue across your perky nipples. 

Bathing your tits in his spit, he suckles on them like a madman. Enjoying the way you mewl and gasp, using his teeth to draw out more noises from you. Obsessed with every single part of you, even the not-so-pretty parts. He has you mapped out in his mind, his sweet, supple princess. 

"Has anyone ever eaten you out?" Kissing your areolas, soothing the small bite marks he left. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, brows furrowed in concentration. He's doting on you like it's the last time he'll ever see you again. 

"No," you say, pressing your lips together in a flat line. Feeling your stomach tighten up with butterflies and hints of nausea. 

Leon likes that. So much so that he smiles into your stomach, softly gnawing on the pudge around your belly button, earning some soft squeals and pats to try and push him away. He wants to make you crumble under him, submit to him, and never leave. Never want another man. Always comparing someone to him, wishing they did it like him. He wants to plague your mind and control you from the inside out. 

He wants to tie you up in his bedroom and never let you leave. Live your own life? No. Leon wants to drill it into your brain and body that he owns you, no thoughts about anything else but him and his body. 

He pulls down your shorts and panties in one go, watching the string of your arousal stick to the gussets of your panties. His large hands pry open your legs, pushing them up to your chest and holding them down with his weight. 

"Remember this," he spits onto your pussy, watching it swim down to your holes. Squeezing your legs when you squirm a little too much for his taste, deciding to spit once more to make sure you'll have his DNA in you for the next couple of days. 

Pressing chaste kisses on your clit because he knows it'll make your mind go all fuzzy and only think of Leon, Leon, Leon. And how good he's making you feel. Nobody else but him.

He dips his tongue between your folds and begins to languidly make out with it. Thrusting his tongue and swirling it upwards as his upper lip continues to make contact with your clit. Drawing out all sorts of pathetically cute noises from you. 

Wishing he was recording this so he could show it to his friends and brag about how he has molded you to be his perfect girl. You're not a woman until he fucks a baby into you. 

"You like that?" He suckles on your clit and gently bites down on it. Watching the way your face crinkles up and how you squeeze your eyes shut. Everything you do amuses him. 

"Daddy, mmh... god, yes!" You grasp the sheets as you feel a warm, fuzzy feeling in your lower abdomen. Toes curling as Leon fucks his tongue into your drippy hole. 

He shakes his head, pressing his nose into your sensitive bundle of nerves, trying to get you to cum quickly. 

Your hands desperately try to reach for Leon for comfort as you stumble into an orgasm. "Daddy... Mmphh—fuck!" 

Legs kicking out and vibrating as he coaxes you through your orgasm. Slowly swiping his tongue through your folds to slurp up all of your cum, he presses soft kisses all around your pussy. "Such a good girl," he sighs. 

Leon spreads your legs, kissing his way up to your face. He licks his way into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue and gulp down some of his saliva. "So easy." He puts his hand on your neck, lightly applying pressure as he goes back in for more kisses. Make sure you never leave this cloudy state of mind, so he can do whatever he pleases with you. 

"Maybe I can even eat you out here," he says, letting his hand wander down to your asshole and lightly tracing the rim of it. Feeling you tense up brings a sly smile to his face. "No? Okay. Maybe next time." He chuckles and pulls back to unbuckle his jeans. 

Slowly undoing his belt and putting it next to you on the bed. Unzipping his fly as he makes direct eye contact with you the entire time. He makes you gulp nervously as he finally pushes his jeans down his muscular thighs.

Your eyes immediately jump to his hard-on. How does he even keep that thing in there? It's begging to be freed, and quite frankly, you want to run away out of nerves, not believing his cock can even fit inside of you! What the fuck did Leon even eat for it to even have grown that big and thick?

Leon sees the cogwheels turning in your head as he steps out of his pants. With each step he takes, it bounces against the slightly stained, striped fabric. "Baby, don't be so nervous. It'll be alright." His voice is soothing and convincing, almost hypnotic in the way it makes your body buzz and your mind go blank. 

It is a bit terrifying to think about the effect he honestly has on you, your mind, body, and soul. 

"Are you on the pill?" He asks, although he already knows the answer. 

"No, I'm not." You mumble shyly. Embarrassed to not be on some sort of birth control.

Leon reaches down for his wallet and pulls out a condom. "Good thing I always come prepared, huh?" Chuckles as he pulls down his briefs, stepping out of them as he tears open the condom packaging. He slipped it on his drippy and flushed tip, sliding all the way down to the base. 

Slowly kneeling on the bed to lead his dick to your hole. Sliding through your folds to gather more fluids to make the first push easier on you. 

"Ready?" He grunts as he teases you by tapping himself on your swollen clit. 

"Uhuh, 'm ready," you whine as he slowly eases himself into your pussy. 

Moaning as you helplessly flutter and tighten around his shaft. Watching your face carefully as you scrunch and tense up. Stopping halfway and grabbing ahold of your hand, his other one grips the fat of your hip so tight it'll leave a bruise the next day. 

"Almost there, baby girl, doing so well for me," he presses a soft kiss to your forehead as he drives more of himself deep inside of you.

You look down at your stomach and tighten around him as you notice the bulge from his cock being so big and deep inside of you. His tip is brushing against the opening of your womb.

"Nnh, Leon, too big," you gasp as he rolls his hips against yours. Legs squeezing against his waist as he slowly starts to thrust shallowly.

"Baby, relax. Can barely pull out of you," Leon rasps in your ear, sending chills down your spine as you try to force yourself to relax around him. 

"Mnmph, sorry, Daddy. Please—" you pout, squeezing his hand tightly. Trying to signal for him to start pounding your needy cunt already.

He nibbles on your earlobe, slowly shifting his hips to thrust in and out of you properly. Soft plap, plap, plap, of his body hitting yours, making sure that he hits your g-spot. 

You swallow a whine as he lets go of your hip to lazily rub his thumb on your swollen little button. Hearing the way your breath hitches and seeing the slight curve in your spine makes all his administrations worth it. Slowly speeding up his movements as he squeezes your hand, groaning low in his throat when you clench around him tightly like a vice. 

"Tight cunt all f'me," he thrusts harder and harder, making it difficult to keep quiet. Soft punched-out cries leave your lips alongside Daddy, Daddy, Daddy's. "Fuck, daddy's gonna make you cum so hard around his cock, might even make you scream." 

Leon slowly pushes your legs up, putting you into a mating press as he drives himself deeper into you. Fucking into your womb, which craves his thick cum. Ecstatic with the idea of 'accidentally' slipping the condom off and cumming deep in your womb. Get you pregnant and finally be his woman. 

"God, wanna get you pregnant so bad, baby," he pants, bangs falling into your face with each harsh thrust. "Would take care of you and the baby. Mmhh shit—would suck the milk outta your fat leaky tits." 

Drools into your mouth as he kisses you with fervor, teeth clashing as his dick continues to fill up your sloppy pussy. 

"Leon, please, 'm so close," you hiccup as he vigorously rubs your clit in tight circles. Your legs brush up against his head as you feel that familiar warm coil in your stomach. 

"Cum for me princess." Leon's eyes darken; pupil's swallowing up his iris as he watches you unfold before him. Because of him. 

Your body tenses up and convulses with each swipe of his thumb on your sensitive nerves. Letting out a silent scream, your eyes close tightly as you try to hold onto Leon as best as you can, feeling his hot breath on your kissed, swollen lips. His fat cock is hitting all the right spots, almost painfully good as he fucks you deeply. Constantly pressing up against your womb, making your toes curl. 

Slowly rutting through your orgasm, he feels his own start to creep up on him. "Fuck, hold on, baby. Gonna pull out for a sec," he pants, pulls out of your heat, and discreetly pulls off the condom, letting it fall on his jeans. 

He quickly puts it back in before you can notice, giving you a spine-chilling smile. Giving you a few pecks on your lips and on your forehead as he uses you like a fleshlight now. 

Letting out soft whimpers and moans, he puts his head on your shoulder. The sounds of sex are his favorite sounds. Your crying is his favorite sound in the entire world. Nothing can top you crying out for him while moaning like a total slut. 

"So fucking hot, Jesus Christ," he groans, hips rabbiting into your pussy. Your insides are so warm and so wet, he feels like it's the first time he's going raw ever. Orgasm on the fence with each thrust. That and you're making all these noises, it's hard for him to concentrate on not cumming so fast. 

"G'nna cum, babe, holy fuck—" He lifts his head off of your shoulder and kisses you feverishly, spitting deep into your throat. Putting his forehead on yours, his nose touches yours as he grunts, pumping his cum into your pussy. Sticky white ropes straight into your womb. 

Panting and whimpering as his cock slowly ruts into your messy cunt. "Fuck... So good," he chuckles lightheartedly. 

Your pussy quivers around his shaft as it softens up. It feels so hot and sticky, and your mind is too fuzzy to even process that he came inside. A dumbfounded smile plastered on your flushed pink face makes his heart swell up. 

"Such a good girl. My good girl, right?" Leon nuzzles his nose against yours. Driving the fact that you'll always be his. Even if you move across the country, he'll always follow. Always in your shadow. 

"Uhuh," you respond shyly, giggling at the affection he's giving you. His eyes soften up, and you take in his face. The light stubble, small acne scars, and the way his hair is fading from dirty blonde to brown. "always, daddy." 

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Lloyd Hansen

Summary: It's your first week on the job and you find yourself having to deal with a very angry higher up.

Warnings: Power imbalance, Yelling. Please let me know if I missed any.

Tech Tuesdays Masterlist

Part 1.5 (Lloyd's Perspective)

You'd survived your first week at the job. It was a nerve-wracking to find out you were the only woman working in the IT department outside of Mr. Pine's assistant. Thankfully the majority of your coworkers were friendly without being inappropriate or condescending. So far you were able to just sit at your desk and do you work.

There's a knock on your cubicle wall and you look up to see Johnny standing there.

“Hey, I need you to take a ticket for me,” he tells you. “I'd do it but I just got pinged by the security measures and that takes priority. Ticket is Hansen-4142. Thanks so much!” Before you can argue he's gone.

Shaking your head you check the ticket. Johnny's not wrong that security takes highest priority and it's not unheard of for technicians to trade tickets. Looking through things it's pretty straightforward. This Hansen person likely tried to update some of the office software and the update messed with their current settings. You get his office number, double check the building floor-plans so you don't get lost, and head up.

Getting off the elevator at his floor the atmosphere is incredibly tense. People are keeping their heads down and trying to make themselves as small as possible. As you get closer to Mr. Hansen's office, you start to understand why. His voice carries and he's clearly very, very angry.

By the time you're right outside his office you're visibly shaking. Part of you wants to run back to the safety of your cubicle and beg one of the bosses to choose someone else. But that wouldn't be professional. It's only your first week, you need to do this and prove yourself to be a good hire. Taking a breath to steady yourself, you knock on the door.

“Get in here!” Mr. Hansen barks.

You open the door, “hello, Mr. Hansen. I'm, um, I'm from IT to fix your computer?”

“Yeah, I figured that,” he bites back. “No one else would be dumb enough to knock on the damn door.”

You nod at his reasoning, “may, I...may I see your computer, Sir?”

He chortles, “It's about damn time the IT department hired someone who knows their place.”

He moves away from his desk and gestures for you to sit. Not wanting to be here any longer than you need, you immediately set about to working. No chit-chat, nothing to give him a reason to yell again. You find yourself getting into the zone, hunting down the needed files, ignoring everything extraneous, and making the changes that are needed.

You think you got everything so you get out of the chair, “please make sure everything is working correctly, Mr. Hansen?”

He gives you a skeptical look as he sits, “that was way too fast to have worked.” You lower your chin to your chest but don't protest. You hear him typing and clicking away for a minute or so. “Huh,” you hear from him. “You're a friggin' maestro.” His tone is more contemplative than anything.

“Do you need anything else, Sir?”

He looks up and seems surprised you're still there. “No. You may go back to the IT caverns.”

Not needing to be told twice you nod and head out. When you're back in the department you see Mr. Syverson and he calls you over.

“Where ya been? Was wantin' to ask you about some of the upcoming projects we got ya assigned to.”

“Oh, Johnny asked me to handle a ticket for him because a security issue came up.”

He freezes at that. “Was it with Hansen?”

“Um, yes, Sir.” You see his face turn red and you're worried you did something wrong.

He takes a breath, “you're not in trouble. You're gonna go finish out that ticket like you're supposed to and I'll talk to you about the projects tomorrow.” You nod and almost run to your cubicle. Behind you, Syverson yells, “Storm! My office! NOW!”

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Part 1.5 (Lloyd's Perspective)

Tagging @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82 ; @peyton-warren @ronearoundblindly

[belovedhoon]

deep down

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

Summary| Y/N is Jake’s younger sister, he’s very protective of her, which is why he bans his friends from trying to date her, especially Heeseung. Heeseung has a reputation for partying, smoking and not committing to relationships. Y/N has always had a crush on Heeseung but was warned by her brother of his reputation. What happens when they’re left alone because Jake forgot he invited Heeseung over to his and Y/N’s shared apartment

Pairing| Heeseung x F!Reader

Fic type/ Genre| Fluff, (slight angst)

Warnings| swearing, overprotective brother Jake

Words| 3540

Tagging| @hmusunoo and @st1llm0nster

FIC UNDER CUT!!!

“Heeseung? What are you doing here? Jake is at Jimin’s house” You said surprised, when you opened the door to see Lee Heeseung standing there on the other side. Heeseung raised his eyebrow in surprise.

“Oh? Is he? He told me to come over today…” Heeseung told you. You sighed. Your brother had a habit of making plans and then forgetting about them.

“Yes, he is. I’m sorry about that.” You said quietly. Heeseung sighed and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

“And how long will he be there with her?” Heeseung asked. You looked up, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Oh uh, I’m not sure Heeseung.” You said to him. Heeseung just chuckled and started to come towards the entrance of the door.

“Guess I’m just stuck here then until he gets back!” Heeseung said brushing past you to walk inside the apartment. You stood there shocked, before turning around slowly.

“Uh…can’t you come back later, or another day…?” You asked Heeseung confused. He just smirked.

“And miss out on spending time with you?” Heeseung said slyly. Your eyes opened wide, almost comically wide.

“W-what?!” You asked surprised by his statement. Heeseung just grinned, amused by your reaction.

“Why do you sound so surprised? I’m just saying that I want to spend time with you.” Heeseung said shrugging nonchalantly. You looked at him confused.

“Why me though?” You asked, curious to know why he wanted to hang out with you. He just shrugged.

“Because you’re the only one here, and you’re not bad company. Plus I’m bored and I already drove all the way here and I don’t feel like going home so…” Heeseung said so matter-of-factly. You stared at him for a second, your eyes squinted.

“First of all, you live in the same building as us, so you didn’t drive. And second of all, you want to hang out with me?” Heeseung chuckled again, and stepped closer to you, a playful smile on his face.

“You’re right, I didn’t drive but I did have to wait on the elevator for quite a while love, and yes I do want to hang out with you…is that so much a problem hm?” Heeseung stated, emphasizing ‘you’ and ‘I’ as you had earlier. You froze.

“N-no…just surprised is all.” You let out quietly, making a small step backward from him suddenly realizing how close he had gotten. You couldn’t think right with how close he was standing, the strong pleasant smell of his perfume messing with your head. Heeseung smirked, his eyes trailing you, head from toe.

“You seem nervous love.” Heeseung let out almost cockily. You huffed, closing your eyes for a second. ‘There he goes with that nickname again.’ You thought to yourself.

“I-I am not nervous!” You said weakly. Heeseung just grinned mischievously and took another step closer to you, now standing right in front of you.

“You’re stuttering. You’re definitely nervous.” He chuckled. You looked up at him.

“No! It’s just because you caught me off guard!” You say quietly, yet defensive. Heeseung raised one of his eyebrows, before leaning in closer, his voice lowering to a whisper.

“You don’t have to be so defensive love. I won’t bite. Unless… you want me to that is.” He smirked right after, watching as your eyes widened and your jaw dropped a bit.

“W-what?!” You basically screeched. He let out a small laugh at your flustered reaction. Oh, how he was enjoying teasing you. You just looked so cute with your comically wide eyes and dropped jaw, and the tip of your ears flushed.

“You heard me love…” Heeseung said smugly. You looked down.

“Heeseung…” You said barely above a whisper. He just smiled and placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch gentle but firm.

“Yes pretty?” Heeseung said to you. You frowned but didn’t shrug his hand off your shoulder, if anything you reveled in the small touch.

“You can’t say things like that… Jake is your best friend, and my brother…” Heeseung just shrugged and moved his hand from your shoulder to your waist, before pulling away, his touch lingering. You could feel your skin burning from where he touched you.

“So what? Jake’s not here right now, now is he?” Heeseung said. You shook your head no. Heeseung took this as an opportunity to pull you in again, this time closer, his upper body almost touching yours.

“Then there is nothing stopping me from saying whatever I want.” He let out. You could feel your face get hot from his proximity. You were almost shaking at this point, nerves going haywire. On one hand, you really enjoyed the attention he was giving you, but he was your brother’s best friend.

“H-Heeseung…what are you doing?” You let out nervously. Heesung chuckled, his hand on your waist now gripping you tighter, his other hand coming up to gently brush a strand of hair out of your face.

“I’m just getting closer to you pretty.” Heeseung said to you. You frowned, angrily trying to push him away from you. He’s gotta be messing with you.

“Is this one of your sick games?!” You huffed out pissed. Heeseung easily resists your push and holds you in place, his grip tightening, not wanting you to run away. He leans in closer, a smirk still on his lips.

“No games, just me being honest.” He said quietly. You looked up at him, the frown still on your face.

“I-I don’t understand.” You whispered, still in shock at what was happening. Heeseung’s smirk softens, as he looks into your eyes, his gaze intense.

“You don’t understand what? That I have feelings for you?” He let out softly. Your eyebrows furrowed, your lips pouting. Heeseung couldn’t help but think how cute you looked right now.

“Why me? Why would you have feelings for me?” You asked barely above a whisper. Heeseung’s eyes softened even more. He releases his grip on your waist but doesn’t step back.

“Why not you? You’re beautiful, smart, and caring. The list could go on and on.” Heeseung whispers, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere. You looked at him intently, your voice a whisper.

“Do you…do you mean that Heeseung?” Your voice is timid, vulnerability shining through at this very moment. Heeseung smiles brightly and then he gently cups your face with his hand, his thumb tracing your jawline.

“Of course I mean it. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t pretty.” Heeseung said softly. You sigh, looking up into his eyes.

“I just don’t understand…you’re you and well…I’m just Jake’s little sister…” You say frowning again. Heeseung gently tilts your chin up, making you look directly into his eyes.

“You’re more than just ‘Jake’s little sister’ You’re your own person, with your own thoughts, feelings, and desires. And I think you’re pretty damn amazing!” Heeseung says with a proud smile. You look down frowning again, doubt forming in your mind again. What if he’s just telling you what you want to hear? I mean he does have a reputation for not sticking with women for long…

“A-are you just saying that to…get into my pants…? You ask so quietly, that you aren’t sure if he heard you. Heeseung laughs at your comment and your heart drops. You’re about to pull away but Heeseung stops you with his words.

“No, I’m not. I’m saying it because I mean it. I don’t just want to get into your pants, I want to get to know you better, spend time with you, to make you smile and laugh.” Heeseung lets out in a whisper. You look up at Heeseung, a hopeful expression on your face.

“Really?” Heeseung nods, his gaze softening once more as he looks at you.

“Really. I promise. I don’t have any ulterior motives, I just want to be with you. You look at him, eyes shining brightly in the room light.

“O-okay…I trust you.” You told him gently smiling at him. Heeseung smiles warmly, his hand still cupping your face. He caresses your cheek gently.

“Thank you for trusting me, I won’t break that trust, I promise you that.” You smile brightly at him, your eyes flickering down to his lips then back up to his eyes again.

“Now…will you kiss me finally?” You say shly. Heeseung grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“I thought you’d never ask. If that’s truly what you want though?” Heeseung asks you, his gaze intense. You nod your head determined to get that kiss from him. He laughs softly at your determination, his thumb gently tracing your bottom lip. He nods. He then leans in slowly, giving you time to back away, which you don’t. His lips hovering just millimeters away from yours, before finally closing the distance and kissing you softly. You kiss Heeseung back and then he deepens the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist pulling you closer to him. He nibbles gently on your bottom lip, his tongue tracing the outline of your mouth, seeking entrance. You part your lips slightly granting him access with a moan. Heeseung takes advantage of your moan, his tongue exploring your mouth hungrily. He pulls you impossibly closer, his body pressed tightly against your own, as he continues to kiss you passionately. You try to keep up with his kiss, kissing him back fervently. Heeseung’s hands begin to wander, his fingers tracing the curves of your body as he continues to kiss you intensely. He gently bites your lower lip before pulling away to catch his breath.

“Heeseung…wow…that was…” You said breathlessly. Heeseung grins almost shyly, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.

“Amazing? Mind-blowing?” He remarks cheekily. You smile at him.

“How about all of the above?” You let out with a giggle. Heeseung chuckles, his hands still resting on your hips.

“I-I’m glad you enjoyed it Y/N. I know I did.” He says bashfully. You smiled stars in your eyes before nodding at him.

“I enjoyed it very much…” You said cutely. Heeseung smiled, ears a bright red, before leaning in and nuzzling your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

“Good, because I plan on doing it again if you’ll let me…” He says softly. You smile shyly nodding.

“I will look forward to it Hee…” You say to him. Heeseung smiles, his breath warm against your neck as he speaks to you.

“I’m glad because I’m never gonna let you forget this moment.” He says before you both hear the jingle of the front door. You both freeze, Heeseung’s body tensing up at the sound of the door jingling. You both quickly pull away from each other and look towards the door. Your eyes widen.

“Oh shit! Jake’s home!” You whisper panicked. Heeseung curses under his breath, his expression becoming a mixture of surprise and annoyance. You look at Heeseung again as you hear Jake struggling to find the right key to open the door.

“He really knows how to ruin a moment.” You say frowning. Heeseung nods in agreement, running his hands through his hair. Jake finally unlocks the door and pushes it open. He walks in and sees both you and Heeseung standing there, his face morphing into that of confusion.

“Oh, hey. Didn’t expect to see you guys here.” Jake says to you both. You look at your brother for a second trying to process what is happening so fast.

“Oh uh…Heeseung came to hang out with you and I let him in, he was waiting for you…” You say shakily. Jake raises an eyebrow, looking between you and Heeseung.

“Really? He was waiting for me?” Jake asks skeptically. You nod quickly.

“Uh yeah? He was actually.” You say almost unsure of yourself. Jake shrugs, not questioning your response. Heeseung has been quiet this whole time watching yours and your brother’s interaction.

“Alright then. Well, what have you two been up to?” Jake asks casually. Your eyes widen and you look at Heeseung before looking back at Jake.

“Oh, we were just talking is all.” You say trying to sound normal. Heeseung nods, his expression neutral. How is he so calm? You think to yourself. You feel as if you’re going to faint from the pressure.

“Yeah bro, just chatting,” Heeseung says with a shrug. Jake raises an eyebrow again.

“Uh okay? You guys are acting weird…did something happen?” Jake asks suspicious of yours and Heeseung’s odd behavior. Heeseung chuckles nervously, trying to act nonchalant.

“Weird? We’re not acting weird. We’re just telling you what’s going on.” Heeseung said to Jake, looking at him and you.

“Yeah hah…you are the one being weird Jake!” You add nervously. Jake crosses his arms, looking between the two of you suspiciously.

“Yeah, you definitely are. You’re acting all nervous and avoiding eye contact. What’s going on?” Jake asks sternly. You pause and look at Jake and then Heeseung.

“Nothing! Look I have some homework due for my literature class…I gotta go! Bye Jake, bye Heesesung!” You say quickly and start to dash towards your room. Jake calls out to you as you start to leave.

“Wait Y/N! Don’t go yet! I want to talk to you.” Jake yells after you. You freeze.

“Can’t it wait? I have so much homework to do Jake.” Jake shakes his head, a smirk on his face.

“No, it can’t wait. It’s important. Come back here. You turn and walk back towards Jake and Heeseung slowly. You look up at Jake.

“Yes…Jake?” You ask him. Jake glances at Heeseung’s stiff posture, then back at you, who is trying to avoid eye contact with him. Jake’s smirk grows wider.

“I know you’re hiding something. Did you two break something?” Jake asks, trying not to laugh. Yeah your weird bro code, you thought to yourself. You look at Heeseung with wide eyes.

“Uh, what do you mean brother?” You ask Jake. Heeseung avoids eye contact with you, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Yeah Y/N, what are you hiding?” Heeseung remarks. You glare at Heeseung. How dare he? You thought to yourself.

“What are you hiding Heeseung?” You say sharply, emphasizing ‘you’. Heeseung looks at you with a playful expression, his eyes sparkling.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not hiding anything.” Heeseung says with a shrug.. You glare at him again.

“I’m not hiding anything either!” You say defensively. Jake chuckles, enjoying the tension between you two. Completely oblivious to the kind of tension. You two have always bickered back and forth, so this was nothing new.

“You two are definitely hiding something from me, I can tell by the way you both are acting…Just tell me what you broke, so I can fix it!” Jake lets out with a laugh. You turn to Jake with an intense glare. Why is he nagging so much?! You thought to yourself.

“Why do you care so much, Jake?” You ask exasperated. Jake raises his hand in mock surrender.

“Woah Y/N calm down. I just want to know what’s going on between you two. I don’t want there to be any secrets in this house. You sigh defeatedly.

Fine! We kissed! Is that what you wanted to hear?!” You say quickly. Jake’s eyes widen in surprise, looking between you and Heeseung. He did not expect that.

Wait! What?! You two kissed?” Jake said surprise written on his face. You sighed.

“So what about it? I’m an adult Jake!” You say to your brother. Jake scoffs, still looking between you and Heeseung who is standing there frozen with an unreadable expression on his face.

“So? You’re my sister and he’s my best friend. I don’t want to see you two involved like that!” Jake says intensely. It's your turn to scoff this time.

“Well too bad Jake! I can make my own decisions and so can Heeseung!” You say, pissed now. How can he tell you what to do? Jake crosses his arms, his expression stern.

“I know you can make your own decisions, but this is different. Heeseung is my best friend, and I don’t want to see him hurt you by messing around. He’s not good for you.” Jake says to you as if Heeseung isn’t even there. Heeseung’s face flashes with a look of hurt on his face before going back to being neutral. You glare at Jake.

“That’s not fair Jake! Heeseung is a good person!” You say to him. Jake raises an eyebrow skeptically.

“He may be a good person, but you don’t know him like I do. He’s not as innocent as he seems.” Jake says. You pause, a confused look on your face.

“What do you mean by that?” You say quietly. Jake sighs, clearly reluctant to share this information about his best friend.

“Heeseung, he has a ‘reputation’. He smokes, he parties a lot, and he’s always surrounded by girls. He’s not the kind of guy you should be messing with. Like I love Heeseung truly I do, but I want what’s best for you Y/N.”

You frown looking at Heeseung. “Heeseung…?” You ask quietly. Heeseung looks away, avoiding your gaze. He knows Jake is telling the truth.

“Yes, I do smoke and I party sometimes.” Heeseung said to you before looking away again. You look at Heeseung with tears in your eyes.

“And…the girls?” You ask barely above the whisper. Heeseung looks you straight in your eyes with a serious expression.

“There were a lot of girls, I admit. But I don’t care about them. I haven’t been with anyone since I’ve admitted to myself that I like you.” Heeseung said to you. He seemed genuine but you still had doubts.

“How do I know that? I’m different from those girls. They’re more your type.” You say nervously. Heeseung steps closer to you.

“I know you’re different. You’re not like any of those girls. You’re special. You are the only one I want.” Heeseung said, his voice low and sincere with tears in his eyes. You nod, turning to Jake.

“See Jake? He sounds genuine…” you say softly. Jake rolls his eyes, clearly not convinced.

“Just because he says it, doesn’t mean it’s true. He’s just trying to get into your pants.” Jake said. You looked down at the floor, breath shaky.

“He told me…he wanted to be with me…”You said quietly, barely audible. Jake scoffs again, his voice filled with disbelief.

“Oh, he did? And how do you know he wasn’t just saying that to get what he wanted? He’s known to be a player, so you know he’s good at sweet-talking. You look at Heeseung, who is standing there with a mixture of hurt and frustration on his face.

“Heeseung…say something…please…” You say desperately. Heeseung sighs, the look of frustration on his face deepening.

“I meant what I said Y/N. I do want to be with you. I’ve wanted to be with you for a long time! Like I said, I haven’t been with any other girls for months after I realized I’m in love with Y/N…” Heeseung said softly but firmly. You look at Jake, the tears finally flowing down your flushed cheeks.

“Why can’t you just let us be happy Jake?” You choke out. Jake’s expression softens he doesn’t like to see his little sister cry. But he still isn’t convinced, he just doesn’t want you to get hurt.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to be happy…it’s just I don’t want you to get hurt. Heeseung doesn’t seem like the type of guy to settle down. He’ll break your heart Y/N.” Jake says firmly. You sigh frustrated.

“Why don’t you let me find that out on my own if that’s true? I believe Heeseung. I trust him. You should too. Jake sighs, realizing he’s not going to change your mind.

“Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Just be careful okay? I don’t want to see you hurt sis.” Jake says softly. Your gaze softens before you walk up to Jake and place your hand on his shoulder.

“I know Jakey, and I appreciate you looking out for me…but I’m an adult and I know how to make my own decisions.” You say to your brother. Jake nods, reluctantly accepting your decision.

“I know you’re an adult Y/N, but you’re still my little sister, and I promised our parents to look after you. I just want what’s best for you…” Jake says to you. You grab Jake into a hug and hold him tightly.

“I know Jake, I know.” You whisper to him. Jake holds you for a second before pulling away. He gives you a small smile.

“Just promise me you’ll be careful. And…if Heeseung does anything to hurt you, I’ll kick his ass!” Jake says with a chuckle. You look at him and then at Heeseung, smiles on all three of your faces.

“I promise Jake, but you know I can take on Heeseung myself!” You say confidently. They both snort at that remark. You look at Heeseung and he smiles and nods in reassurance that he’s on your side. You then look at Jake who also gives you a small smile and a nod, assuring you that he too now supports your decision.

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I’m having a bit of bill skarsgård brain rot, lmaooo. Can you do a yandere alphabet for the marquis from John wick

Yandere Alphabet - Vincent de Gramont

TW: Yandere themes, Mentions of Torture, Mentions of Arguments, Stalking, Kidnapping, Forced-Marriage, Spankings as Punishment, Overprotective Vincent, Controlling Vincent

A/N: Please inform me if I did not tag something correctly. Please know the difference between fictional and reality. While fictional, these types of relationships are extremely toxic, especially in real-life. If your relationship is showcasing these toxic behaviors, please seek help from someone to get out safely. Reblogs are heavily appreciated!!

Gif Credit: @mndvx

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Vincent's love languages are gift giving and acts of service. He's used to money and connections being the answer for everything and that includes how he shows his affections for you. It would be very intense, he would practically shower you in riches if you allowed him. Whatever you wanted was yours and he has the means of making it happen.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Vincent is all about efficiency. Whatever directly concerns his darling, he would need it to be handled immediately with little to no waste, effort, or energy. He would have his men handle it or deal with it himself, it depends on the situation. He dislikes messes, however, if someone were to kidnap you, harm you, or touch you, it would be a different story.

If you were harmed, he would return it ten-fold. Remember the scene between him and Nobody with a knife to the hand? Yes, he's willing to get messy for that. If his men are handling it, he would watch and enjoy it.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Once abducted, he would treat you like royality, since you're his sweet darling. No, he wouldn't mock you because that's childish in his eyes. He understands it is a difficult situation, but he would expect you to adapt sooner rather than later. He can only be patient for so long.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

There are many things he wouldn't allow you to do with the sole purpose of protecting you. You'll have to ask for his permission for many of these things, but he isn't unreasonable. If you want to go shopping, take a walk, there's must always be someone with you. You'll either be escorted by him or his men when he's busy. Your privacy will become nonexistent.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Vincent would be closed off in the beginning, he would need to trust you completely before he can open his heart to his darling. However, once he trusts his darling completely, he will open up about many things, however he will keep things from you. For instance, he wouldn't want his darling involved with his "occupation" and the things he's done. His vulnerability is strong when he completely trusts you, he's not against telling you his feelings.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Vincent can be patient and might even find his darling fighting back amusing. However, that patience can slip away very easily if the fighting persists. He would feel somewhat betrayed from his darling's behavior. He risked your safety to have you in his life and home and this is how you repay him?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No, this is not a game to him and he takes it very seriously. Again, he risked your safety to have you in his life, the risk of someone using you against him. He may find his darling trying to escape humorous during the first few attempts, but it would be in your best interest to quit. He won't find it humorous anymore.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

His darling's worst experiences with him would be his outbursts and controlling behavior. Vincent's patience only goes a certain way until he explodes. Fighting against him would result in him yelling at you angrily and breaking things. For example, when Vincent broke his phone after speaking with Nobody. I believe that Vincent would break things when he's angry or overstimulated enough.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Vincent wants to experience everything with his darling. His darling is his significant other, therefore he envisions marrying his darling and having children to continue the next generation. He'll force you to marry him if he has to.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He can be extremely jealous, however it is not because of insecurity. He doesn't like anyone thinking they have a chance with his darling without going through him first. He doesn't need to cope being the Marquis, he can have that person killed if he wanted and it will happen. Yes, he will lash out in his own way.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's extremely protective and affectionate with his darling. He can be charming when he wants, hand kisses, arm around the waist, gentle caresses, he will do it all for his darling. His darling always has his attention, even if he's busy. If you're on his good side, it's all romantic.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Vincent would do things behind the scenes, make his darling think they have a secret admirer, which is true. He would secretly send you romantic letters and expensive gifts. He would have his men secretly follow you around and get information to bring back to him. He wants to learn everything about you and prepare before abducting you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Absolutely, Vincent would be completely different with others compared to his darling. His darling is the only one that gets the sweet side of him while he remains aloof with others.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He would take away rights everytime you go against him. For instance, you would no longer be allowed to leave the mansion anymore, no matter how many times you try to appease him. He would need to see improvement first. Plus, he's not against putting his darling over his knee and spanking you until you're red.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He would take away some rights from his darling and his darling would need to have his approval for things. For instance, you're not allowed in the kitchens or leaving the mansion without him or a bodyguard and your personal belongings are always monitored. For your protection of course ❤️

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Well, he would have a little more patience with his darling than with others. He'll let his darling off easily the first few times, but it would quickly change because he would assume that his darling is being ungrateful and disrespecting him and his wishes.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Absolutely not. Vincent would never be able to move on if something happened to you. If you died, he would remain heartbroken for the rest of his life. If you escape, that'd a different story, you will return to him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He would never feel guilty for kidnapping his darling and it never crossed his mind that what he did was wrong. He has individuals killed for a living, kidnapping his darling wouldn't be any different. He would simply try to make you understand that what he did was necessary. He would never let his darling go, you would have to kill him first.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

I would assume his childhood and the things he deals with as the Marquis. He's used to having everything he wants, call him spoiled.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Vincent would feel disappointed about your behavior, especially when this is a reoccurring problem. However, he still loves you and would want to fix this as soon as possible. He would try to comfort you as much as he knew how. If you were upset about being restrained to the mansion, he'll take you outside. He would explain to you that this was only for your protection and he only wanted the best for you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Vincent isn't sadistic, at least towards his darling and values their feelings. He actually likes communication, you can be open with him about anything because he prefers your honesty than lying and disobeying him.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He's used to getting what he wanted and gaining his complete trust would give his darling advantages. He would let his darling have more privileges and his darling can use that in an effort to escape. However, his trust is a long process so you'll need to play the waiting game. Be obedient and docile and you'll have him eating from your palm.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He absolutely loves his darling and willing to do anything for them. He'll buy anything you want if it meant gaining your affections. He has money and connections, he'll make it happen.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He'll pine for his darling for a few months, gaining information on them and preparing his home for his darling's arrival before he snaps. Whenever he wants something, he has to have it soon or now. Again, he's spoiled.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes, he would.

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[gomzwrites]

Its 7am atm but my brain won’t shut up about this idea I have

Just thinking about their reactions to reader struggling with clothes - too tight or too loose

Not proofread, apologies for the errors

Tags: xgn!reader, suggestive tones(18+ mdni), I suppose this is also like pervy!cod members in some sense xD, mentioned of injury, possessive, musk kink(?), markings, tattoo

John Price

Everyone was given a new pair of military gears and outfits today, you had placed and wrote down the size you wanted previously

And yet still somehow they messed it up and your pants came in smaller than your regular size

You decided to try it on anyways because you can’t do much

That was a mistake

You pulled the pants, trying and skipping around as it gets caught around your ass, you gave another few more try before ultimately giving up, realizing that you might tore the fabric in the process

And so you push it back down, only to realize it wont budge

Great

You lay down on the floor, hands splayed on the floor as you let out a loud defeated sigh

“You alright there?” Price came by as he heard your voice, halting as he sees you on the floor

“I give up” you say as you craned your neck to look at him and pointed your pants

“Cant fit and cant remove it” you said before frowning and gestured your pants

He laughs slightly before kneeling before you

“Let me help”

He said as he gives those pants a tug, and it doesnt budge

He grumbles slightly as he lower down the zipper slightly, thank god you had a black tight pants on(like those swimmer type idk the type wheeze but just know you’re not in undies)

He tries again but it didnt move, so he held your knees up slightly, “close your legs” he said before shifting slightly

With a harder grip, he yanks the pants and this time it finally moved, but you also moved along side with it due to his strength, slapping his knee-thigh area with your ass

You blush slightly as you propped yourself up with your elbow, but Price didn’t say anything as he gives another tug

He continues doing that and each time your skin would come in contact with him, making a small slap sound every time, you can’t help but felt like you’re in quite a suggestive situation, and the grunts and curses he lets out only made things worse

Bit by bit he managed to pull it out until your knees, where you wiggle the rest of it out without much struggle

There were a few red marks on your thighs by the time the pants was removed, he traced one of it with his thumb and whispered

“Does it hurt?”

It took you a second to register his question before you shake your head, he gives a nod as his fingers lingered for awhile, before clearing his throat as he leaves, you missed the warmth of his fingers

“I’ll get you a new pair” “okay”

You slapped your cheeks after he left to hopefully set your mind straight, get a grip, he’s your captain ffs! you thought to yourself

Little did you know, Price was fighting his own struggles as he watch your thighs jiggle with every tug, and your skin was so soft and the way you stared up at him with those eyes of yours made him go crazy inside

He knows he shouldn’t be having these thoughts, but man oh man

How would it feel like having them littered with bite marks and hickies? How would it feel like if he were to use those squishy thigh to slide his hard-

He prayed you didn’t catch on his thoughts when he stood up, an bulge forming in his pants

Kyle Gaz Garrick

You queued up at a clothing shop, excited to try on one of those compression shirt that you’ve been wanting to get since you seen them online, and it just so happened that this specific black one is on sale

But you know how it is with items that are on sale, they often come in sizes that are either too big or too small

In your case, too small

You tried it on regardless, wedging it through your head with a few grunts

Eventually you got it on, and you looked good, the shirt clearly hugging onto your figure and showing off your features

But you can barely breathe

“Sweetheart ye done?” Your boyfriend Kyle asked as he knocks your door gently

You adjusted yourself better and held your breath as you open the door and grin

His eyes widen as he takes in your form, hands already on you as he praises and smirk back at you

“Holy damn- look at you, my sexy thing~”

He gave you a lil turn until he realized your breath were strained, and you were using your neck muscles more, not to mention each breath you took was shorter and more frequent

He instantly pulled the shirt around your chest a little, then frowning as he stared back at you with nothing but concerns in his eyes

“Hey its too tight isnt it?” He whispered softly as he rest his warm hands on your waist

“Yeah but, I look good though”

“Nuh uh, that doesn’t matter if you can’t breathe baby”

“But its on sale!”

“We can go other outlet to check it”

“Thats so much trouble though”

“Its not I promise, lets get these out okay?”

He gave a kiss on your head as he slowly raised em up, until it was around your chest

“Jesus…” he mutters in a whisper as he takes a look at you through the mirror, the shirt did looked hella good on you, but seeing your skin exposed like this? Mmm that’s a better view

You watched as he slowly kneel down and trace his lips around your hips, you squirmed slightly as you nudge his head

“K-kyle, we cant-“

“Shh”

He shushed before kissing on your skin, nibbling it as he left them everywhere, then giving a hard suck just above your V line all of the sudden as you let out a choked sob

He lets go and lick his lips as he looks up at you with a devilish grin

“I’ll wait outside, yeah?”

He whispered when he stood up and left the changing room, you contemplated if you seriously needed that compression shirt as you look at the mark he left you, god does he knows just how to rile you up

Simon Ghost Riley

You hissed out with a suppressed groan as you lay against the couch with a bandage over your abdomen, without painkillers the dull aching pain was getting to you

You had a stab wound at the very last moment during the mission and Ghost had to settled it hastily with the med kit, bringing you to a safe house nearby

You didnt even realize you had goosebumps all over your arm as you shiver slightly, your shirt was torn in the process and some of it were used as a makeshift tourniquet to cut off the blood supply, now only having a pillow covering your chest

“Here”

You heard a gruff voice behind you as something was tossed over your head, you quickly picked it up and realize it was one of his spare t shirt

You complied and wore it, realizing it was HUGE, the hem of the shirt extended until your thighs and the sleeves were covering until your forearm

You let out a hum of amusement as you whispered back a small “thanks” as you slide back to the couch

It smelled like him, and its warm and rather cozy, and that gave you a some comfort

You closed your eyes as you pulled up the shirt slightly so that the neckline was covering your nose, inhaling it and breathing slowly until eventually you dozed off

It will take a few hours before help can arrive anyways

Ghost had been watching from the side, and seeing how his clothe draped over your form has definitely awaken something in him

He slowly, and quietly kneel down beside you, careful not to stir you awake as he observes and look at you closely

God, he’d never realize how good you looked in something that was his

He wonders how you would look like with nothing but his big t shirt

It felt like he was marking you in some ways, showing off(albeit theres no one else) to everyone that you’re his(even though you’re not……yet)

What really made him clenched his jaw was how you were inhaling his smell, did you liked his scent that much? Mmm if only…

If only he could take you and cover you in his musk, rubbing it off on yours, letting everyone knows just who claimed you

John Soap MacTavish

You were training with him today to improve your hand-to-hand combat skills

One thing about Soap is that he will never go easy on you

So he would flip you, get you into a headlock, knocked you over with every chance he get

“Come on, yer need to faster rookie”

You huff and glare back at him as you take your stance, muscles already aching as you tug your pants

You regretted wearing this one

For some reason, you couldn’t find any regular pants you wear and so you dug out this old pants, but it was much bigger and it was falling every few seconds

You would’ve worn a belt, you should’ve worn a belt but you were rushing and didn’t thought about it

As you get distracted, Soap lunged on you as you barely avoided his fist, but he was fast as he gave a kick on your feet, tumbling you down for probably the 20th time on this session as you yelped

He grin and lets out a victorious laugh as he looked down on you, then stops as he notice just a small part of your undies revealing, along with a tattoo that was around your back, oh

You were on the ground, with your face towards the floor and ass towards him as you groan, panting out a few breaths as you try to lift yourself up slowly

“Giving up already?” He tuts as he comes closer and squat down, taking a better look at your backside with half-lidded eyes

He never knew you had tattoo, and it’s one of those tramp stamp nonetheless, which was really hot in his opinion. You had a small symmetrical wings with some thorns beside it as a design

But what really caught his attention was the hem of your undies, black, nothing crazy but still, it clearly distracts him enough that he didnt realize you were watching him stare at you

“Enjoying the view, Sarge?”

You wiggle your ass as he snapped out of his trance and cleared his throat, looking away with a blush.

“Ah-sorry, didnt mean to stare”

“You can stare”

He looked back at you with a frown as you flash him a grin, arching your back slightly as you wiggle your ass again

“Yer gonna be the death of me” he said with a laugh as he slaps your ass slightly, making you yelp as you giggled and tries to sit up, only to be yanked by your leg as he spins you around

Your legs were now beside his waist as he pulls you close, grinding on you as you blush

“Lets get on with a few private lessons…yeah?”

a/n: im updating Gaz's color with pink instead of yellow bcuz my friend mentioned it was hard to see if someone uses light mode tumblr :]

[dickgraysongirlie]

When Jason Finally Comes Back (Smut)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Tags: smut, light angst, afab!reader, use of words describing vaginas.

A/N: short and sweet smut w/ a little, light angst. Jason's been out of town for a long while, and you really missed him.

It had been over two months since Jason left on his mission. You had known he’d be gone for a while, but this was beyond the pale. The first few weeks, you´d been able to throw yourself into work and see friends and fill your days. Then, a month had passed with minimal contact with the man you loved more than anything, and life was dragging. As much had you had worried before the fourth week came, it became overwhelming. For the past five weeks, all you could do was worry about Jason. It had begun affecting nearly every aspect of your life.

But, then, suddenly and beautifully he was back in your apartment, making it look all small again.

From the moment you flung yourself into his treetrunks of arms when he walked through the door, it had been like you were on cloud nine.

“Jay,” you breathed into his collarbone, unable to get another word out of your choked-up throat.

“Hey, darling,” he murmured back. “I missed you.¨

That's all it took for the dam to break. You became a babbling mess in the crook of his neck as he cradled your body against his like it was nothing. It was an incoherent mash-up of I missed you, I love you, and I was worried all paired with his name over and over again like some prayer

Jason let out a watery chuckle, “It’s okay, darlin’, I'm right here. I got you; I’m not going anywhere.”

That was a good hour ago, and now another type of reunion was about to happen.

Jason and you were getting hot into your makeout, his hand finally slipping into your panties, and you felt like you could already combust.

¨Aw, darlin', you’re already so wet. Been missing me that much?”

All you could do was desperately nod as his fingers began running through your folds  “Yes, Jay. Missed you so much, please.

“Please what,” he asked with that devilish smirk of his.

 “Please this?” Jason asked, finally dipping one of his massive fingers into your dripping cunt.

Had you been in a different state, you'd probably feel embarrassed by the fact that you immediately started convulsing around his digit, cumming as hard as if he’d been edging you for hours  Which, in a way, he’d been doing much worse over an even longer period of time. It was just, so big, so much, and too fucking long since the last time Jason had touched you.

“Holy shit doll, did you just cum?” Jason gasped before pulling you into a bone-melting kiss. “That's so fucking hot.” 

As you caught your breath, he immediately stole it away again by beginning to move that one digit around your still-fluttering pussy.

“Jesus Christ, baby, you're so tight, it feels like you haven't been touched since I left.”

You clutched his arm as it went in and out of you as you vehemently shook your head. 

“No? No what darling?”

“N-no..I haven't t-touched myself since you left. Co-couldn't.”

Jason stopped, looking at you gobsmacked as you writhed against his still finger, begging for more, “What did you just say?” He couldn’t look away from you. Your face all twisted with pleasure and he’d barely done anything to you at all. There’s no way you really, for two months, didn’t cum once.

But, you nodded, still trying to get him to touch you more. “I tried but it was too hard. Not as good as you. Made me think of you. Made me miss you too much.”

Jason pulled his finger from your core but before you could whine at the loss, he has both hands on your face and pulled you into a searing kiss as if he was trying to kiss you all the way to your toes.

When he pulled away, his eyes were filled with reverence as his thumbs stroked your cheeks. How did he, this Lazarus-filled murderer, get such a sweet thing like you? “You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you so much.”

Tears started to fill your eyes again, and you werent surorised to se the emotion mimicked on Jasons. But, he pushed past the feeling of his heart bursting with love. After all, he had a very needy girl to please.

Quickly he pressed one last loving kiss to your lips before giving you a look that was pure filth. that almost had you cumming again. “Well, if my poor girl’s pretty pussy hasn't been getting enough attention, I have my work cut out for me. After all, I have to make up for all those lost orgasms, don’t I,” his voice that teasing kind of condescending that had you burning. “Let's see if we can get four more out of you, how about that, pretty girl?”

He didn't give you a chance to respond before his fingers descended back to your cunt.

[riddles-n-games]

To Feel, To Want

Pairing: Avery and Jameson Summary: Another rewrite of Ch. 15 from THL but from the earlier scene that takes place in the studio before they head up to the roof. Length: Short Story Type: Rewrite

Tag List: @hathorneheiress, @whatsamongus, @averyiconthequeen, @xoxo-lenah, @charsoamerican, @thecircularlibrary

A/N: Hello! Hope you haven't been waiting too long but here is my newest rewrite. I do hope you enjoy it. It's my last one from my oldest standing drafts which means I'll take a break again so I can focus on my more original written pieces.

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    As if that thought had beckoned him toward me, Jameson came closer. “Let’s call off the bet,” he said softly.

    I whipped my head up to look at him. I searched for a tell on his face, something to let me know what angle he was playing.

    “This is big, Heiress.” If he’d been anyone else, his voice might have sounded gentle—but the Jameson Hawthorne I knew wasn’t gentle. “Big enough that neither of us needs extra motivation now. Neither of us is going to solve this alone.”

There was something undeniable about the way he said the word us, but I resisted the pull of it. “I’m at the center of this.” It would have been so easy to let myself get sucked back in. To let myself feel like we really were a team. “You need me.”

    That was what this was about. The gentle voice. Us.

    “And you don’t need anyone?” Jameson stepped forward. Despite every warning screeching in the back of my brain, when he reached out to touch me, I didn’t pull back.

    The past twelve hours had turned my entire world upside down. I needed… something. It didn’t have to mean anything. There didn’t have to be feelings involved. “Fine,” I said, my voice rough in my throat. “Let’s call off the bet.”

    I expected him to kiss me then—to take advantage of my moment of weakness, to push me back against the wall and wait for my head to angle up toward his, wait for a yes. He looked like he wanted to. I wanted it. 

    We were at a standstill and for once in my life, I didn’t know whose turn it was. His move or mine? Is this what it felt like when you were facing a wall, knowing there’s a way around it and the door is next to you but you chose to stare at the wall instead? 

    I stared at him, feeling almost helpless, glued to the spot. My eyes were stuck on his. 

    Your move or mine? The question hung in the air and I wanted an answer; demanded it. Needed and craved it all the same.

    I was desperate to feel; his lips on mine, his arms around me, just something. Something. Anything to distract me from the swell of emotions rising in me, threatening to swallow me whole. I’ve had bad days and dark weeks and I survived, so why, why did this feel like my sinking point? Like I wasn’t going to come back up for air and drown instead?

    But I knew; I wasn’t naive enough not to. My entire existence up until this moment felt like a lie; like I was the one who told it when I was actually the result of it because someone else instigated it. 

    Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes and even though I hated to look like such a mess in front of anyone, I knew it wasn’t sadness or grief making me this way. Just frustration. 

    I had plenty of it in storage from the build-up of the last few weeks and now, it was finally looking for an out. The anger would catch up to me later but right now, that wasn’t the case.  

    Something in me right now was falling apart and I just wanted that part of my mind to quiet down, to forget for a moment, to let myself go numb. I wanted to let go and still cling to something at the same time but didn’t know which I wanted more, I just knew if he gave me what I wanted it would stop hurting. 

    But, if my role to play in this Hawthorne mystery was the glass ballerina then this would be the one time I’d let the shards of glass dig into my palms. I would let only one Hawthorne experience me like this once, so long as Jameson forgot about it later on, even if that was an unrealistic reverie. 

    “-very? Heiress.” He pulled me out of the spiraling thoughts and I blinked as he came into focus. His face was concerned and his hands were hovering around my wrists. Before I could grasp what I was doing, I grabbed his forearms instinctively and held as tight as possible. He didn’t even flinch. “Heiress, talk to me.”

     It was his gentle tone that undid me. The tears I’ve barely held back before were streaming freely down my cheeks. My hands were trembling uncontrollably and in trying to stop the shaking, I gripped his arms harder. I was too out of it to even formulate a proper sentence. “Please,” I rasped. Please make this stop. Please don’t let every other clue be a life changing revelation. Please tell me not everyone is out to get me or wants me to die. Please tell me it gets better. Please kiss me. Please hold me. Please tell me some part of you actually cares. Please. 

    Jameson slowly brought his hands up and cupped my cheeks. His thumbs gently wiped away the fresh set of tears but when he tried to clear away the tear tracks with his sleeve, I couldn’t hold myself back. I sprung up on tiptoe and closed the short distance between us, practically colliding into him when I pressed my lips to his. I savored it, desperate to feel that rush of adrenaline like when we had our first kiss. But I didn’t, all I could feel instead was my increasing heart rate as he didn’t reciprocate. 

    He broke away, shaking his head. Jameson gave me a lopsided smile but it was small and sad, lacking the usual mischievousness. “You have to tell me what you want.” I blinked. What is your angle here, Jameson Hawthorne? 

    I didn’t reply and tried to kiss him again, grabbing his loosened collar to pull him down towards me but he relented. Jameson deliberately pulled his chin up and the more I struggled, the more his head went back. “Use your words.” I didn’t. 

    Unfortunately, I did have to stop for a moment to catch my breath which he took to mean as an impasse and moved one of his hands from my jaw, bringing it to the back of my head. “Just tell me what you need, Avery. Easy as that.” He twirled some strands of my hair around his finger as he said that. Then he released it and did it again. I glared at him while he simply arched a brow. He used my name. Now you’re just playing dirty. Clearly, if I was going to get what I wanted, I was going to have to do it his way, at least, that’s what he thought. 

    With one final attempt, I fiddled with the fabric of his collar as if considering what he said for a good few seconds before cupping the back of his neck, applying as much force as possible to make him lean down. He just smiled and moved out of reach again right as he plucked my hand, repositioning it in his and placing a kiss on each of my fingers. At this point I was just getting angry. 

    He didn’t react to my annoyance but leaned down and kissed my cheek, murmuring when he pulled back, “Heiress, trust me, I know what you want. I’m not doing this to make fun. But you’re not me. I need you to say it out loud. You’re not in a good place right now and I don’t want you to regret this later.” Surprisingly, Jameson looked very serious but his eyes were sincere; he meant it. 

    I huffed. He was right; I didn’t take things like this lightly and it would affect me in a way that it wouldn’t him. And as much as he’d shown a bit of maturity in the weeks since we met, he was still Jameson. Flirty, tricky, and emotionally unavailable. But then there were the moments like this which left my mind spinning again. He really was an enigma.

    I held his gaze a little longer then broke away, finding the wall suddenly more interesting. But I still felt his eyes on me, lingering, the question louder now in the silence than it had been when he asked it out loud. Sighing, I looked back at him, feeling vulnerable and embarrassed like the night at Wayback Cottage when he comforted, kissed, and scorned me all in the span of ten minutes. Quietly, I muttered, “I want you to kiss me.” 

    Jameson obliged and leaned down, tilting my head up as he softly and slowly pressed his lips to mine. So maybe he did know how to kiss a girl tentatively and gently. He just needed the motivation for it. But he knew exactly what I needed. Just like last time. My eyes closed and I leaned into him. He was firm and solid and warm. There was also the faint scent of his cologne but also a distinct smell that I just associated with. It surrounded me and all I could think was, Safe. I felt safe. 

   He broke away and gave me space to catch my breath but I was pulling him back down as I wrapped my arm around his neck with the other hand still entwined with his. I felt him smile against my lips and he shifted us, propping me up against the wall but never breaking the kiss. It was longer but still sweet. 

    When we parted, me silently panting and him only the slightest bit out of breath, he whispered, “You’re going to be okay, Heiress. We’re going to do this together.” 

    I breathed in deeply and repeated him. “I’m going to be okay. I’m not going to do this alone.” 

    “Damn straight. You’re better than okay. You’re Avery Grambs.” I rolled my eyes to which he chuckled. “Do you feel better now?” I nodded, wondering why he was whispering until I remembered Eli was in the room with us and I wanted to peek over Jameson’s shoulder but I couldn’t with how close he was to me. So that’s why he turned us. I was boxed in between Jameson and the wall, hidden from prying eyes although I’m sure my bodyguard wasn’t keen on watching us kiss. My face flamed at the thought. 

    My eyes drifted back to Jameson’s face and the playful smirk was back. “Embarrassed now, Heiress?” I rolled my eyes. 

    “Don’t start.” 

    “Oh, I’m not, just finishing what you began.” I cocked an eyebrow at him. He chuckled softly and pecked my lips once more but not before I grazed his bottom lip. “So feisty.” I snorted.

    His hand went back to my hair and he combed through the tangles, treading softly to the ends. 

We grew quiet and for some time we just stayed that way, enjoying each other’s company. I could get used to this, I thought but then waved it away. This moment was great but soon, we’d go back to the usual, whatever that was. I didn’t want to label it. But with the way he was looking at me right then, a soft look in his eyes and a little smile, I could pretend it was more.

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A/N: Hey, you made it to the end again. Congrats, you're a real trooper. I will be attempting to do a few short drabbles (much shorter than this) before I restart writing the other WIPs which I can't wait to share with you all. Reminder, as per my last fic, I announced that I would be starting a tag list and as you can see here I made good on that promise. If you're new and want me to tag you, just comment below. Catch you in the next game!

[donutz]

KickinChicken x reader Valentine's Day special[5♡8]

—☆You are a smiling critter in this, if u want to know which one(but don't know what animal or insect to pick) you could start out as a sheep!

What did they do in the morning on Valentines?

— He woke up Hoppy and bragged to her about his gifts he’ll give to you

— “Yo, you wake me up again and I’m going to spoil your gifts to Sheepy.”

— He went wide eyed, mouth open and everything

— https://www.pinterest.com/pin/227431849925606545/

— Then he frowned and went back to sleep

What did they do for you?

— He poked at you while you were sleeping

— Just a funny little prank!!

— He gave you much more hugs at the start of February

— He now gives you a little smooch when it’s bedtime!!!

What did they get you?

— One of his very special soccer balls!!

— A gift wrapped present, like the type you’d get on Christmas, it had 5 roses, that’s all(inside of the box)

— A fortune teller, “For fortune of course!” He says.

— Some sports stickers

What did you give them?

— A football, with your name signed on it(he will treasure it forever)

— Some sports stickers, he isn’t into stickers but for you he’s doesn’t mind

— A shirt with your face on it!

— A biggggg hug!

— And a little kiss!

Did they do anything special? (Extra hugs, kisses, changing their routine etc.)

— Special as in bragging about his gifts he’s gonna give to you to his best friend, as in Hoppy?

— Yep!

— He also gave you extra hugs!

— He changed up his routine a tiny bit! Which is just waking up earlier to brag to Hoppy

What activities did you both do?

— He thought pretty hard about what to do for Valentine’s Day

— He tried to think about doing anything other than physical activity, but he’s stumped.

— So, you two didn’t do just soccer, but dodgeball! Sharks and mentos, tag, childhood games basically

— He got really competitive in it, and tried SO hard not to brag when he won

— He’s a bragging typa guy

Did they seem brighter today?

— He seemed the same

— But was very excited

— Secretly

Anything new about their appearance?

— He wore a little suit!!

— Looking like such a distinguished gentleman!!

— He asked Bubba if he looked alright

— Bubba thought really hard about it, then said he looked fine

— Not that disgusting way

How many times did they say I love you?

— He said it specifically 13 times

— Because he thought it was a lucky number

— You wanted to tell him it wasn’t, but didn’t have the heart to

— But Bubba did

— Kickin immediately apologized and then said I love you so it could be 14 times

Did they ask to be your Valentines, or did they ask if you could be their Valentines? There’s a difference!

— Accidentally said will he be your Valentine’s

— He was a little bit nervous!!

— He didn’t realize what he said until like, a minute later

— “Oh shoot! I said it the other way around didn’t I?!”

— He did mean it the other way around, but wouldn’t mind what he said originally

What did they do the night before Valentine's Day?

— He was kicking his FEET when going to bed

— He was very excited, he couldn’t even sleep without bothering Hoppy

Were they shy asking to be your Valentines or when they asked if you could be their Valentines?

— Surprisingly, not surprisingly, yes

— Also was one of the reasons he messed up what he was actually going to say

— He seemed confident you’d say yes, but was HOPING you’d say it

Did they add anything extra to their areas(their little homes)? Or their activities?

—  He isn’t the type to decorate

— At all

— If you’re talking about sports, sure.

— But anything else? No!!

What did they do when it was time to sleep?

— Bother Hoppy

Question♡ Were you the one who watched everybody get something for Valentine's Day? Or is it the other way around(as in you ARE the everybody)?

[everydayautism]

Clothing Sorting Guide (how to clean/purge your closet)

subtitle: as a person with autism, ADHD, or similar executive function struggles.

For my first guide, in the spirit of spring cleaning, I’d like to offer a streamlined way to sort clothes into 2 piles for purging: keep it or toss it. 

I have struggled with knowing which clothes I want and which I want to get rid of. This leads to a big pileup of clothes that I don’t want or need anymore, but I have trouble parsing which ones are keepable and which aren’t if I don’t have a clear thinking process in it. These questions help me get my head in the game. 

If you're in a similar predicament with a closet overflowing w/ clothes that you don't actually wear, give this a try, and let me know if it helped you.

Here’s how it works: 

Make sure you dedicate enough time to this exercise, because it might be hard to start again once you take a break.

There will be 2 piles of clothes. One will be keep, and one toss. (You can also just leave your ‘keep’ clothes hanging up, if you want to. Will probably save a lot of mess, but won’t be so visually clear/divisive). 

Based on the prompts below, you’ll sort the clothes into the 2 piles. Of course, it’s always ok to re-sort clothes or realize ‘you know what, maybe I do want to keep this’ regardless of the guide. This is just a simple “get you started” type of deal.

And when you're done, consider donating your clothes to your local Goodwill or homeless shelter. You can de-clutter and make a good change in the world simultaneously.

Here we go!

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Have you worn it in the last year? > If no, TOSS IT.

Do you feel ugly in this article of clothing? > If yes, TOSS IT. 

Do you feel uncomfortable in this article of clothing due to sensory reasons? > If yes, TOSS IT.

Did you buy this, but never wear it? Does it still have the tag on it? > If yes, TOSS IT.

Do you associate this piece of clothing will bad memories, and thus aren't getting any use out of it? > If yes, TOSS IT.

Do you only still own this because it's associated with good memories, but you don't wear it/like it? > If yes, TOSS IT.

Does this item fit you? > If no, TOSS IT.

Does it have large stains, visible holes, or other damage? > If yes, TOSS IT.

Has your personal style changed? If it has, does this item still fit into your style? > If no, TOSS IT.

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Those are our tosses; how do we know if we really want to keep it?

Once you've ran through these options in your mind, consider those pieces who have not yet met the 'toss it' criteria. These may be definitive items that you're set on keeping, or they may be a gray area, where you're not sure if you want them gone or not.

Tips for determining if you really want to keep them, or are just delaying the inevitable:

1. try them on. Are you comfortable? Do you feel confident wearing this? Does it fit you properly, with no excessive cutting or squeezing? Do you feel the need to suck your stomach in while wearing this?

2. look back on times you wore this item. What did you pair it with? Were you confident wearing this, or did you feel insecure for one reason or another? How did you feel wearing this?

3. ignore the sunken cost fallacy. If this an expensive item, don't consider its monetary value in the elimination process--if you haven't worn it, chances are you won't again. Resell it, if you want to earn some money back from an expensive purchase. Otherwise, donate it.

4. consider the opportunities you will have to wear this item. Is it a daring shirt perfect for a party? Is it formalwear? If you can think of times it would be appropriate to wear, perfect. If you can't, reevaluate keeping it. (for example, if you previously worked as a clown but don't anymore, don't keep your clown suit for shits and giggles).

I hope this helps, and feel free to submit asks or comments to this blog for other autism accommodation tips that anyone can make happen in their daily life.

[fairlyang]

Helping Miles 🕷️

In which you and Miguel help Miles with his Spanish

w/c: 1.6K

pairing: miguel o’hara x mexican!reader

tags: fluff, Spanish lesson, you're dating Miguel

notes: free spanish lesson 💅🏼💅🏼

I was walking over to Miguel's office to look something up on his screens when I hear some running towards me and I turn around. "Oh hey Miles! You alright?" I ask letting out a chuckle seeing him try to catch his breath.

He puts a finger up and I nod. He calms his breathing down and I nod. "H-Hey Y/n"

"What's up?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"You're Mexican like Miguel right....? He trails on and I nod.

"Yeah... Why?" I ask curious.

"Well I was wondering if you could help me with some Spanish...." he says looking down at his shoes.

"Spanish?" I ask and he nods.

"Yeah sure why not. What do you need help with specifically?" I ask walking towards Miguel's office.

"Maybe some pronunciation on big words, ohh the difference between ending a word in o and a." He says and I nod.

"That sounds easy enough. This'll be fun!" I say with a smile and he grins.

"I wanna surprise my mom by not talking in ‘spanglish’ like she says." He explains and I chuckle.

That's understandable." I say and open the door to Miguel's office letting him go inside before me.

"Ah- are you sure I can be in here-“

"It's fine you're with me! If he bitches l'll get it under control." | reassure him and he slowly nods.

I smile and motion for him to sit on the chair by Miguel's desk. I pull another chair and sit next to him.

1 pull up Miguel's laptop and get on a blank page on word. I make it so the font is big so we can both see it well. "Alright to start things off, in Spanish adjectives usually end in o and a. Words that end in 'o' are masculine. Words that end in 'a' are feminine." 1 explain and he nods along.

1 type it in simple terms and write examples below it.

"So if I were to say 'Mayday is pretty'."

"Mayday esta bonita?"

"Exactly! How about 'Miguel is tired'." I ask and look over at him.

"Miguel esta c-cansado?" He responds and I nod.

"Good job! See these are easy and simple. Now something people always mess up by accident is the word embarrassed-"

"Oh my god- listen I did it a couple times- but it's not my fault the word pregnant in Spanish sounds like embarrassed!!" He says and I laugh.

"It's not your fault, they do sound similar. Do you remember what the word for embarrassed is though?" I ask and he closes an eye and thinks.

"No I forgot it again but I know it's not embarazado." He says and I chuckle.

"Indeed it isn't. It is avergonzado. Or avergonzada. Or even the word vergüenza, which is like 'being embarrassed." I say and type it all out.

"And vergüenza wouldn't change to an o right?" He asks and I nod.

"Exactly. Your knowledge is good Miles! What else do you need help with?" I ask and turn to face him.

"What the fuck is vosotros?"

"We ignore that completely, and yes they'll say it's important in school, no you won't ever use it unless you happen to go to Spain." I say jokingly and he laughs.

"Alright well hmm... oh what is cho-"

"What the hell are you doing here?" Miguel's voice makes us both jump a bit but Miles shakes a bit even after.

"I'm teaching him some Spanish!" I say turning around to look at him and stand up while he scoffs.

"Shouldn't he already know-"

"I do! But what they teach in class is a bit different." Miles says and widens his eyes after he realized he interrupted Miguel.

"In my office?" He asks with a hand on his hip looking directly at him.

I stand in front of Miles and he stands up. "I was already planning on coming here but Miles asked if I could teach him and here we are." I explain and he raises an eyebrow.

"Plus this is good practice for our future kids." I tease and his eyes widen with his cheeks getting all red.

Miles snickers behind me and I quickly look at him and give him warning eyes. "So wanna help out?" I ask turning back at him and motion for him to join us.

He sighs and walks over to us. "What are you teaching him?"

"The basics, las palabras femeninas y masculinos." I explain and motion towards his laptop. (The feminine and masculines words)

"Y usaste mi compu-" (and you used my lapt-)

"Yeah? I thought it was easier than your iPad." | say biting my lip and his mouth is agape.

"You were gonna use m-"

"We could do this all night love, c’mon what else can we teach Miles?" I ask.

"How many bad words do you know?" He asks with a slight smirk making me roll my eyes.

He leans down and whispers in my ear, "Those are literally the basics cielo." I roll my eyes once again and take a sip of water from Miguel's bottle.

"Uhh I know what coño is and I wanted to ask what chocha is?" (pussy ×2)

I spit out the water and laugh. "Do not tell him, his mom will kill us-"

"Well there's a day in a young man's life-"

I punch his arm and give him a warning glare. He sighs and leans over to Miles whispering in his ear.

"MIGUEL O'HARA NO TE ATREVAS-" (DON'T YOU DARE) He pulls away with a smirk and I shake my head.

"Si me mata te culpo inmediatamente." I threaten and he smiles. (If she kills me l'll blame you immediately)

"Que romántica." He says and kisses my forehead. (How romantic)

"Wait how would you properly pronounce inmedia-inmidia-"

"Say it slowly kid. Think of the syllables and split them up." Miguel says and towers over me to type it out.

He makes it bigger so Miles can see how to pronounce each syllable. "Try that."

"In-me-dia-ta-men-te."

"Good now try it all together, slowly" Miguel says and Miles nods.

"Inmediatamente." Miles says and I clap.

"Yay Miles!" I cheer with a big smile.

Miguel nods at him and tries to hide a smile. "Now say it normally"

"Inmediatamente."

Miguel covers my mouth before I could cheer for him again and I gasp. "Say it in a sentence."

"Uh- me tengo que ir inmediatamente." Miles says and I clap. (I have to leave immediately)

Miguel moves his hands from my mouth and I lean over to hug Miles. "You did so good! I'm so proud of you!"

Miles laugh and cautiously hugs me back. But after a few seconds he does it normally and I grin. I pull away and look at him, "practice makes perfect okay?"

"Pronunciation is a bit hard especially for longer words but if you split them up and do it slowly you'll get the hang of saying bigger words!" I say and give him an encouraging smile.

"Thanks Y/n, thank you Miguel I really appreciate the help! We should do this daily" He says with a big smile and I nod.

"I'm down whenever, I wanna see that Spanish grade improve alright?" I say and raise an eyebrow at him.

He laughs and nods. "How about a few more words?"

"Sure. Mmm oh-" I say and type American in Spanish on my laptop.

"What on earth is that?!?" He asks with wide eyes and I chuckle.

"American."

"It's not just americano??!?!" He asks dumbfounded and I laugh.

"| mean you can say it like that but this way is more proper I guess. Here try doing what Miguel did and separate it out in syllables." I say and move the laptop closing to him.

He nods and looks closely at the letters. Miguel was right behind me and he put his hands around my shoulders. I watch Miles and smile. He's a smart kid.

"Okay I think I got it?"

"Let me see." I say and move the laptop in front of me on the desk.

"You did it perfectly! Now can you say the syllables?"

"Es-ta-do-un-i-den-se"

"That's good kid now say it slowly." Miguel says encouragingly and I smile.

"Estadounidense"

"Good. Now in a sentence"

"Gwen es estadounidense?"

"Good job kid!" Miguel says with a chuckle and pats him on the back. Miles smiles up at him his eyes filled with glee.

I look down at the laptop and type his next word. Miles looks over and waves his hand. "I know this one. Tristemente. Tristemente ya me tengo que ir-but actually I have to go back for dinner!!" He says and runs off out the door.

Then he comes running back in with a wide grin, "thank guys!! I'll be back soon!" And runs off again. I smile and saved the file and label it 'Helping Miles'.

"You did a good job teaching him." Miguel says and sits down next to me.

"You did as well love, thanks for some compassion." I say genuinely and reach over to hold his hand.

"I mean he got really excited to learn. Can't hold that against him." He says with a shrug.

"I'm proud of you. It's a step forward and you'll be able to properly have conversations in Spanish with someone else at HQ besides me!" I say and grin.

"Como ya tengo ganas de enseñarles a nuestros hijos..." he says and my eyes widen. (I kinda now wanna teach our children.....)

"Really?" I say with a happy expression.

"Yeah." He says with a bright smile and I wrap my around him hugging him and kiss his cheek.

"Te adoro, te amo tanto. Vas hacer una mamá increíble." He whispers and I feel tears coming in. (I adore you, I love you so much. You're going to be an incredible mom)

"Serás un papa fantástico, amor. Te amo." | say and kiss his cheek again. (You'll be a fantastic father, love. I love you)

He wraps his arms around me as we stay like that having me wonder and dream of our future little bilingual babies.

[sl33py-day]

SAGAU But they got the gender wrong Part 2

I don’t remember if people wanted this, or be tagged sorry about that! If you want to be tagged you can ask me. Yes, another Drabble I am very tired.

Anyways, Akashi. Kinda the main subject of this whole post. We know that everyone thought you were a girl, didn’t know you were in Tevyat, and didn’t know you had a boyfriend. Then people found out blah blah blah, everyone loved you blah blah blah.

In the first part, I tried to make it somewhat seem that Akashi was a yandere. The more stable type, the one that got their lover and just get overly jealous at times. I intended a lot of things, for one him and Aether.

The two have fought, physically and verbally, behind M/n’s back. He could be gone for a run to the store while Akashi and Aether are fighting in M/n’s room. The two males hate each other’s guts, even before learning that M/n was the god of Teyvat.

Before I continue, yes both of them have killed people just in different ways. Aether stabs people without a care for the blood that would spill over him. Akashi poisons people with different poisons, he’s not one for messes and likes to cause pain from the inside.

Now, Archons. Venti, the god of freedom, is so close to taking the black haired man’s freedom by locking him in a cage made out of wind. How dare you even think of dating a mortal they will die sooner or later. I mean, they could one day show up covered in irreversible damage. You never know :)

Akashi, once again gonna be my favorite oc I have ever made. He has somewhat fluffy and curly black hair that gets tangled a lot. His eyes are dark red, and he’s tall. He’s the kind of yandere to be very clingy and wants Hugs as much as possible. If he could he would hold your hand everywhere, even the bathroom. He may or may not have stalked you before officially talking to you, he just wanted to know what you liked and disliked so he would sound more confident!

When the genshin yanderes find out what Akashi has done. They will to absolutely anything to make you break up with him. They tell you he killed the guy who seemed a bit of a creep. They tell you that he was to obsessed with you that he doesn’t even love you. The same goes for Akashi, he tell you everything the Archons, Aether, even your best friend Xiao did for you.

Who do you believe more? Your boyfriend of course!

Does anyone want to know more About the red eyed yandere? Cause I know a few people that seem to like him.

[brb-on-a-quest]

Tumblr should really let you pin multiple things as a blog introduction. (I wish).

Anyway, hi, hello, (new friend?), I'm Brb/Birb/(real name redacted). I'm an almost graduated student from the general land of cornfields and more cornfields. There's not much around, that's why I'm here, lol. (Also I've met a bunch of cool people, so now I think I'm kind of stuck here - come join us!).

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If you happen to be a New Person Who Has Found Me (Hello!) and You Want To Talk to Me, I don't bite, I swear. I am a Birb with the heart of a Golden Labrador Retriever. Feel free to Tag Me in any tag games or haunt my inbox. <3 Come say hi! i love friends.

((Art by the amazing @mayamohini jfkfjjfkjgjgjgjfj it’s gorgeous)

(my "character sheet" that is based on my real life attributes--yes, I did roll all of these numbers. I use canva a totally healthy amount sometimes)

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Anyway, more information y'all should know: This is the main account; I do have a sideblog. I reblog a lot of friend's nonsense, post a lot of my own even more nonsense, kind of have a whole "I want to be a hobbit living my best life somewhere not here vibe" I think. You will also see posts about things I think are wholesome/sweet, writing, psychology, fantasy, whatever fandom I'm in (or a friend's fandom),....just general nonsense I suppose. I do post some amount of life stuff when relevant or whenever I find things funny. Although the pic above is an owl, I am probably more akin to a magpie with much reblogging of things I find "shiny" to add to the chaotic mess that is my tumblr dashboard.

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@brb-on-a-side-blog is also me! This was created to hopefully separate original writing content from the rest of the reblogging I do so it doesn't get buried in theory. This may not work out in theory as well as in practice, but I promise to reblog the cool writing stuff to my main blog if you don't want to have it clogging up your dash :).

There are other ones but as I am currently not using them it seems futile to put in an intro post.

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Tags to help sift through to find me in the hoard of posts!

#brb-rambles: Original thoughts about something (or at least as original as I can be).

#brb-(insert part of moots name here): interactions between me and said moot! I'm actually really not great at this but will get better and I forsee mass post editor being a BFF if I do this.

#brb-life: original content relating to my life/thoughts.

#brb-writes: original writing content (this will be potentially moved to sideblog).

#brb-memes (i make memes sometimes).

#brb-library: posts that are either really funny/really struck me so I'm going to save them to print out

#brb-adventures: the hopeful travel tag for some upcoming trips (either the grocery store or New York who knows).

#brb-learning-things: Things I have learned (although it's from my school/classes so questionably but I reason sourced; if it's not, I'll include source link/some kind of citation).

#brb needs a laugh check: I am joking. Please do not take me seriously.

#brb vs the call of the academia: school posting?

#brb-asks/#brb-report:s hopefully new ask tag if I can remember to add them.

#dear north canada love south canada (and associated tags I will not be typing out here) is a fun series I have with @igotthisaccountunderduress (she's absolutely cool, check her out). Again, that won't cover all the posts but again, vibes).

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𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍,

HSR: Dan Heng x GN! reader.

WARNINGS/ TAGS: Angst to fluff to angst to fluff . Hurt/comfort . Modernish AU . Reader implied to have died once . Blood, but not explicitly stated . Possible OOC character . Not proofread/edited we die like my hands when I typed this out [ 3.3K WC ]

A/N: 7 pages later I'm finally done with this omigod, I swear I went insane somewhere near 1.8K words. Once again, not my best, but I hope you enjoy this :D

HSR MASTERLIST

“Dan Heng, it’s okay, you can… Let it out if you want…” Your voice was hoarse as you spoke, your body struggling to find the strength to lift your hand. When you finally did, you gently cupped one of Dan Heng’s cheeks… And only then did you realise how cold your hands felt. Maybe it was the warm feeling of his skin that helped you make that realisation, but there was one thing you were certain of ever since you found out, and that was the fact that everything seemed to be growing colder. 

Your mind had focused so much on that, that you had forgotten what you had said to Dan Heng just now. It was only when he responded that you directed your attention from the decreasing temperature to his voice. “You’re the one who’s hurt, not me. I shouldn’t be crying when you’re in this state, I-” 

You could hear Dan Heng choke back a sob. “Aren’t you hurting too? That’s more than a reason to cry,” you said as you took one of his hands into your own. “Dan Heng, you’re my friend… I want to be able to help if you’re hurt.” 

His eyes widened as you spoke. 

Idiot. You’re the one who needs help right now. He’s already tried to patch most of the wounds on your body. 

Dan Heng looked into your eyes. He could see the tiredness in them, the way you were struggling to keep your eyes open, the way your body fought to keep a tight grip on reality. 

He slipped his hand out of your grasp, and held one of yours in his, then brought it close to his lips, and gently blew into it. Oh, how warm it felt… “Stay awake just a little longer, please, (Name).” You can’t remember if you nodded or not. You just felt so tired, it felt so comforting and soft when Dan Heng held your body close against his in hopes of providing you with warmth. 

“I’m scared, honestly…” those words had carelessly slipped out of your mouth as you looked at the male holding you. Maybe it was just your teary eyes tricking you, but you swore you saw Dan Heng’s lips part, trembling a little before he spoke. Well, tried to speak. His words came out in small stutters, his mind so messed up he was unable to form a coherent sentence.

Couldn’t you see what you were doing to him?

“It’s going to be okay,” was all you heard before you finally let your eyes close, darkness clouding your vision. 

“I promise to keep you safe next time.”

A promise is a promise… He had to fulfil it this time.

Your body processed everything faster than your mind. You saw light. Something wasn’t right here. If you were dying, wouldn’t the light feel warm and welcoming? Instead you still feel cold. You blinked once, twice, the light was in your eyes. Everything was hazy as you sat up. Where were you? Your head hurts. Bandages? They were now wrapped around your injuries. 

“You’re awake.” A familiar voice broke through the air, your head turning towards the source of the voice before you registered that it was Dan Heng. You could see gauzes in his hands as he approached you. “I need to change your bandage. May I?” You nodded, your eyes now looking at the bandage on your upper arm. A little bloodied… “Hey Dan Heng,” you spoke to him in the middle of him tending to your arm. “Yes?” His focus was still on the bandages, even as you asked him. “How long have I been out for?” 

“...I can’t remember.” Can’t remember? That was unlike him. Was this even the Dan Heng you knew? “Do you want anything to eat?” He asked before you could inquire any further. “No, thank you.” You slipped yourself from the blankets that covered you, placing your feet on the ground before attempting to stand. Key word, attempt. You almost stumbled forward when you lifted yourself off the bed, with Dan Heng thankfully being there to catch you. 

You could feel your face burn with… Embarrassment? Or was it something else? Dan Heng helped you back on the bed before standing. “You shouldn’t be getting out of bed yet,” he said, leaving the room after. You finally took some time to look around the room. Dan Heng’s room? Was this his bed..? Had he been sleeping in the guest room the entire duration you were here?

Once, twice, thrice… It took you a while to stand up. Oh, how stubborn you were. You grabbed hold of the objects around you to help you walk, your grip tightening each time you felt as if your body could no longer support the weight it carried. Slowly, you opened the sliding door to the balcony. 

Ah, it was a full moon tonight. Your hands held firmly on the railing as you admired the moon, glimmering in the dark sky. The sound of the rustling of cloth caught your attention, and you turned to see Dan Heng’s eyes staring right into yours. “I thought I told you not to get out of bed,” he added a sigh as he finished his sentence. You could only grin at him. “I know, but the moon is so beautiful tonight!” Dan Heng walked towards you and stood beside you, joining your ‘moon admiring session’, as you liked to call it. 

“I understand that it’s been a while since you’ve seen the sky, but I can’t allow you to accidentally injure yourself further,” Dan Heng voiced, his eyes looking at the moon you were so fond of. “And I’d understand that you’re worried for your friend, but I’m an adult! I can take care of myself.”

Dan Heng looked at you, his expression stoic. “Says the one who almost fell when they got up.” You felt your face burn. He sighed again, “Come on. I’ll get you to bed.” You reluctantly followed Dan Heng back into the house, glancing back at the sky before shutting the door. 

“Ah, Dan Heng. I forgot to ask,” you said, gaining his attention. “What is it?” “Have you been sleeping in the guest room the entire time I was out?” “Do I look like I’ve been sleeping?” 

What? 

“And you tell me to take care of myself. Seriously, you need to get some sleep-” “It was because you weren’t there to take care of yourself.” Dan Heng couldn’t help but reach out to touch your cheek, his thumb caressing it. “I can’t help but worry when you get hurt.”

Couldn’t he see what he was doing to you?

“...Go get some rest, please, Dan Heng.” 

“Don’t worry about me,” is what he wanted to say, but he knew you better than that. You’d force him to sleep if he said anything along those lines. 

“I’ll sleep after I have assured that you have fallen asleep,” was what he said instead. It was your turn to sigh now. You knew he was worried, but did he really have to take it this far? And for what reason? “You know, I could just sleep in the guest room… Considering this is your room.” Before you could continue your sentence, Dan Heng cut you off. “The bed there isn’t as comfortable.” You couldn’t think of anything to answer him with. “...Well, goodnight, then,” you said, laying down and shutting your eyes. 

Dan Heng only stood up when he heard your soft breaths even, saying “goodnight” after brushing a strand of your hair from your face, then turning around to leave. Oh, how he loved your peaceful expression as you slept. 

When you woke up the next morning, you saw a tray of food with a note attached onto it. “Here’s your breakfast, (Name). If you try to walk, please, be careful.” You couldn’t help but feel a smile tug at your lips. He could be so worried for you sometimes… 

You picked up a piece of the food with the fork, and brought it to your lips. Sweet. When was the last time you’ve tasted such a flavour? Somewhere before you went out… Or was it the time you kissed Dan H- No, no. Why were you thinking of that now!? It was just an accident, after all. But oh, the softness of his lips…

You brought your hand to your mouth, your fingertips touching your lips. You could feel your cheeks slowly growing warmer as you thought about it more and more… You just couldn’t ignore it. You laughed a little when you remembered Dan Heng’s face when he abruptly pulled away, apologising and immediately turning around to hide his embarrassment.

The rest of the day went by like a blur. Now, it was night again. You couldn’t find Dan Heng in the house, which made it feel a little lonely. You turned the lights off and tried to sleep, but no matter how much you tried, you just couldn’t, so you decided to go outside again. This time, you sat on the bench in the backyard. The moon was no longer whole, and soon one night, you’d see the skies empty with stars taking the place of what should have been the moon.

You went back to bed not long after. You couldn’t remember what dreams you had, but one thing you could still feel was the warmth. 

“Good morning. Sorry that I wasn’t here yesterday.” Was the first thing you heard when you walked downstairs. There he was, reading a book while sipping on some coffee. The living room was still as you had remembered yesterday. Books scattered on the tables and some on the floor, a blanket on the couch for nights that Dan Heng spent there. 

You walked towards him, grabbing a cup of water before sitting across him. “Hey Dan Heng, do you want to go to the beach later this evening?” You quickly put your hands over your mouth. You really needed to stop the habit you have of saying things before you thought it through. “Sure.” 

What?

He said yes?

You had to take a moment to swallow the lump in your throat before you spoke again. “Great… I’ll see you at the usual place around 6?” That came out less enthusiastic than you had planned for it to be. “Mm. Your injuries. How are they?” 

Truth be told, you had kind of forgotten about them. They didn’t hurt. 

He must’ve taken good care of you.

“They’ve almost fully recovered.” Dan Heng nodded at your words, his eyes going over the words in his book before closing it and standing up.

Thank you.

“I’ll see you later then.”

You buried your face in your arms on the table when you heard the door click, indicating that Dan Heng had left. Why, why would you ask him! You didn’t want to go, but you didn’t want to leave him there either… Wait, was this technically a date? Does this mean you made the first move?

That evening, when you arrived at the beach, you could see the sun already beginning to set… And Dan Heng’s silhouette in the distance. You could hear the voice at the top of your head asking if you were late, which made you panic… Just a little. You hurried over to him, almost tripping over the sand in the process. 

Dan Heng’s hand reached out and flicked your forehead before using his thumb to rub on it. “What was that for!?” “I told you to be careful.” 

Your ‘anger’ was short-lived as you looked past Dan Heng’s shoulder, the light of the setting sun on the horizon now shining into your eyes. It hurt a little, but oh, it was so beautiful… 

The male’s attention strayed from you as he turned back to look at the sunset that you admired. Your eyes wandered to his. Dan Heng’s blue eyes looked ethereal with the reflection of the sun’s light. While your focus was on him now, Dan Heng’s was still on the sunset. Partially. 

This sunset you love is pretty, but the moon you love equally as much is prettier.

In other words, 

I never wanted to let you go. 

Dan Heng’s eyes continued to linger on the ocean, even after the sun had set completely, and the sky’s orangish colour had faded into the twilight hues you had in front of you. As expected, the moon that had risen tonight was smaller than the moon from yesterday.

“Is this… What you had intended to show me?” his voice came out small. So small, that you almost missed it, had you not immediately turned your attention onto him. Was it what you wanted to show him? You asked him out without thinking. “Maybe,” was all you could muster up as an answer. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the truth either. 

He turned his head, a small smile on his face. “Thank you,” he said, one of his hands now holding yours, he brought the back of your hand to his cheek before pressing a kiss on it. He then gently placed your hand on his shoulder, and with his hands now on your waist, he asked in a soft tone, “Would you like to dance?” 

The night was still young.

Dan Heng was fully aware that he usually wouldn’t say such things, but tonight. Just for tonight, he told himself. He knew he wasn't going to regret his words. In fact, he wished that it never ended, with your smile as you twirled around the beach, the warm wind blowing through your hair. 

He wanted to hold you tight and never let go.

The soft laughter that you let out after you had finished dancing… It was just as he remembered. 

He can’t remember how, but one moment leads to another… And now, he could feel your lips on his. They’re just as he remembers from before. 

“Dan Heng…” He looked at you with half lidded eyes before pressing another kiss onto your lips. “I love you, (Name),” Dan Heng’s hand travelled to the back of your head, pulling you in, and resting your head on his shoulder. “Don’t speak, please. I just want to know you’re here.” 

You kept silent, burying your face into Dan Heng’s neck, your cheeks a little warm from… Whatever Dan Heng just did. Luckily for you, you weren’t the only one. The tip of Dan Heng’s ears were slightly red. 

“I’m sorry.”

You pulled back from him to look at him. “Why are you saying sorry?” Dan Heng flinched a little. It wasn’t noticeable, but since he was holding you so closely, you could practically feel when his breath hitched. “Tell me, please,” you said softly, your hands now cupping his cheeks. He placed his hand over one of yours. “I didn’t.” 

But his heart felt heavy. Maybe it wasn’t Dan Heng speaking. Maybe it was the heart beating that spoke.

“Let’s just go home.” Maybe this was his way of avoiding your subject, but you didn’t want to pry any further if it made him uncomfortable. The walk home was… Silent. You couldn’t tell if it was supposed to feel awkward for Dan Heng, but to you, with the way he held your hand as you walked… It was comforting. 

It was Dan Heng’s turn to be unable to sleep that night. At least, he thought he couldn’t. He felt awake. He rubbed his eyes before walking out of his (the guest’s) room. He walked out the back door, into the backyard, and looked up to the skies. Was it always empty? To his knowledge, there were still days until a new moon. He looked towards the bench to see someone sitting there. Familiar… Was that you? Weren’t you asleep already? “(Name)?” ‘You’ turned your head to look at him. “Yes, my love?” 

Ah, so this wasn’t the you he currently knew. He was dreaming after all.

He can’t remember when the last time was when you called him that nickname. He missed you so, so much. His first few steps seemed as if he was unsure if he should walk towards you, or maybe if he walked too fast the ground would open up and swallow him, and he wouldn’t be able to see you again. Once he made sure that he wouldn’t, he ran towards you. 

He was standing behind you now.

Well, the old you.

His arms wrapped around your neck, both his hands resting on top of your collarbone. He felt relief when your hands touched his, enveloping them in warmth. How he longed for this feeling again… “I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay, I’m here now,” you said to him, removing your hands and pointing up to the sky. “Look up there.” Dan Heng titled his head up at your words, now staring into the starless skies. “There’s no moon tonight,” Dan Heng whispered. “There will be tomorrow.”

“Dan Heng, do you see me as a moon?” Dan Heng thought for a moment before responding. “You are my moon, angel.” You smiled. Of course you were. You’d always be his moon. “A moon that has gone?” You asked him again, your hands fidgeting with each other.

“No, never.” 

Your hands stopped fidgeting, and you looked up at him. “The (Name) I know now is still you.” A smile appeared on his face as he spoke. “I’ll be able to see and find you no matter how many times the moon ‘disappears’ from the sky.”

“After all, there is only one moon,” he finished, now looking at you with those soft eyes and his warm smile that you loved so much. “And you are the one that I failed to protect from those who wished to admire the beauty of a moon for themselves.”

Dan Heng pulled you up to stand face to face with him, pulling you in a warm embrace. “Only on that day did I stray my eyes from the sunset. It was because I didn’t want to tell you how beautiful it was.” 

“Dan Heng…” “Stay with me, please.”

“I promise to protect you.” Your heart clenched at his words. “My love, you know I can’t.” 

Dan Heng’s eyes averted your gaze. “I thought I would lose you again.” Ah. That day you got injured. “It all felt so familiar, like I was reliving your loss.” Your hand travelled up to tilt his head towards you. “But I’m okay, aren’t I?” His grip tightened around you. “I’m sorry.” You leaned in closer to his lips. “Don’t be, please,” you muttered under your breath before kissing him. 

The moon loves you too much to think that it is not your fault, and neither was it the moon’s fault that it was dyed the beautiful colour of crimson for its beauty.

I loved you when I was the (Name) you once knew, and I always will, no matter how many times you think you’ll have to see a different moon in your sky.

Dan Heng’s eyes widened as you kissed him. He could feel tears form in his eyes as he watched as you disappeared with the first rays of the sunlight. “Wait!” was the last thing he said before he found himself awake again. He could now feel the wetness staining his cheeks, and the warmth lingering on his lips. 

“Dan Heng? Are you okay?” You were sitting beside his bed, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek, before using your thumb to gently wipe his tears away. 

Silly angel. You’re always going to be the same moon. You were always going to worry for him, the same way he worries for you.

Dan Heng’s mouth was slightly agape. He took a moment to collect himself before pulling you into his chest. “I’m fine, (Name).”

I love you too.

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