#BUT Yeah whatevs there r exceptions to this

[slasherscream]

hey, i was wondering if you could do a crazy ass boys gang react to a reader who just likes break music/music about hating their bf or something but doesn’t actually relate to the song

❥  turn that shit off  ❥

Jason Dean/JD - You think you’ve stumbled upon the one thing JD is normal about because—at first—he has no reaction and thinks nothing of it. It takes a while for the doubt to creep into his mind. Even a shoddily built house doesn’t collapse under the first rainstorm it endures. It takes time for the water to seep into the walls and rot them from the inside out. That’s what the songs do. Drip. He wonders why you sing them so passionately compared to anything else. Drop. Have you grown distant? Drip. Are you kissing him differently than you used to? Drop. Is he letting his mind run away with him? He’s prone to it. It’s in his blood. But every time he’s close to tossing the whole thing up to the monstrous weight of his own paranoia… there you go. Singing again. JD wants to open up your head and peer inside. Sift through all the precious membrane and viscera until he can wrap his fingers around the truth of what you’re feeling. Whatever it is. Before he drives himself crazy. 

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - If Ben was told to describe his own personality, within his top three character traits would be: thick skin. Laughable. Truly laughable, considering that you can ruin his day by just singing a little “you must not know ‘bout me” while you lovingly make the two of you breakfast. It shouldn’t get to him. He knows it shouldn’t. But it does. In true Ben fashion—when he’s being irrational—he turns it back around to be your fault. You are clearly playing mind games with him. Yeah. He’s got it all figured out. You want him squirrel-y and on edge. You’ve interpreted him being affectionate with you (barely) and vulnerable (hah!) as him developing some pathological need for you. And now you’re holding it over his head. He’d respect the power play if it wasn’t happening to him. Expect sullen silence. Then explosive anger… followed by more sullen silence. 

❥  gritting their teeth and bearing it  ❥

David Mccall - Your first instinct is: no way should David be here. He’d absolutely tell me to turn that shit off. Well, you’re right! That’s certainly what he wants to do. However, that’s not what a normal boyfriend would do. And we all know that David wants nothing more in the world than for you to think he’s normal. On his good days, David likes to put on shows of sanity for you the way other people put on puppet shows for children at the local library. Relationships are about compromise. Sometimes the compromise is invisible. Here, it’s him not smashing the radio to pieces, so he doesn’t have to hear you sing another R&B-crooner-jam about leaving him any day now. As if he’d fucking let you. 

Kevin Khatchadourian - To be fair to Kevin, most everything is an exercise in tolerance for him. This is no exception. He very plainly doesn’t like music to begin with. Any of it. Why you think the exception to this rule would be music about not needing a man (him being the man in question) is anyone’s guess. Still, you can tell this irritates him more than most things do. If you ask why—which is a recipe for getting your feelings hurt—he’ll say it’s because your enjoyment of this particular genre is the modern pass-time of insincerity. Here you are, day-in-and-day-out, singing about having your heart-broken (while it remains intact) and not needing him (when you do). For just a moment, you’ll swear his ever-impassive face will twist with the heat of real anger… but he blinks, and it’s gone. Maybe it was never there at all. Or maybe it was. Either way, it’s probably safer to sing when Kevin isn’t around.

Nathan Prescott - Even before you were officially dating, the gnarled roots of his loathing for your little hobby were settling into the foundation of your connection. It’s the way you put so much feeling behind every crooned note. The way you close your eyes to relish the lyrics as they roll off your tongue. The only thing Nathan can think any time you’re in the passenger seat, not even looking at him as your head bobs along to the rhythm of your latest favorite song, is: Who are you missing? Who do you see when you close your eyes? Who do you wish he was? He wears insecurity like a second skin. There hasn’t been a single moment in his life where he’s been good enough. Where he measured up. Even when he didn’t have any fucking competition. There is something in him that is rotten and worthless. It’s knocked him out of the running for more races than he can count. Nathan knows it’s a miracle he has you. He spends all his time counting down the seconds before his luck runs out. Whenever you belt a song about leaving some good-for-nothing boyfriend, his stomach twists. But he grips the steering wheel tight enough to hurt his hands and keeps his mouth shut. He has to. The moment he says it out loud will be the moment it clicks in your mind. And then you’ll be gone. Like everyone else. 

Billy Loomis - At the start, Billy is too high off the honeymoon period to have complaints about anything. It’s so rom-com-esque. The two of you settling into domestic bliss together. Finding your rhythm and place in each other’s lives. Except, your Mr. Right is a serial killer. And you’re his plucky protagonist with enough of a dark side that you went, “Nobody’s perfect!” when you found that out. You two are living the perfect happy ending. But something in his stomach twists every time you belt along to your stereo. He can’t help but think back to his mother. The months leading up to the moment she packed a bag, and he never saw her again. There were signs. Billy’s picked his memories clean—down to the bone—to find them. He wonders if this is a sign he’s choosing to miss. Blinding himself like his father did to his mother’s unhappiness. Billy hopes you’re happy. Hopes you’re not a caged song-bird aching to fly away on the next breeze. God help the both of you if you are.

Josh Washington - Josh is grateful you’re even around. That you’ve stuck with him through everything that’s happened. After everything that’s happened. There are enough ghosts in his head to fill a small cemetery. His sisters. All his friends. Everyone he loves is dead and gone. Except you. Grateful doesn’t begin to cover the scope of what he feels for you. Neither does love. You’ve both been through something no one else understands. Seen things that no one else believes in. Josh wouldn’t even be human without your interference. The way you’d coaxed him from the mines like he was little more than a scared animal, all the while trying not to flinch at how his features had twisted to resemble the monsters that had killed all your friends. Josh doesn’t have the right to ask anything more from you. He certainly doesn’t have the right to ask you to stop singing. 

It’s harmless. It’s beautiful. Josh loves the sound of your voice. It pulled him from the edge of insanity. And you sing nowadays because you’re happy. Because you’re healing, and things like singing along to the radio don’t feel pointless anymore. It’s what you sing that’s the problem. That’s where the torture starts. Josh can never forget that he doesn’t deserve you. It keeps him careful with you. Careful with his words. Careful not to scare you. Careful in a way he’d never been before the mountain. But his mind is weak. It always has been, but it’s weaker now than ever. On his bad days, the threads of logic can be so hard to grasp onto. Almost impossible. His mind takes fragments of songs and throws them into his face over and over. Until all the pieces build up to one simple message: you’d be better off without him. Josh curls up somewhere dark and quiet and pretends it isn’t true.

❥ secret fourth worse thing ❥

Stu Macher - You’d think Stu, with his class-clown nature, would understand when something isn’t that serious. Mostly, he does! A familiar beat starts to play. He’ll turn to you with a: ‘we doing this?’ type of grin. And then he’s belting along to the break-up anthems with you. Supplying the essential back-up vocals and ‘you go girl!’ ad-libs. Sometimes, though, they get to him. There’s no rhyme or reason you’ve been able to decipher. No pattern you’ve started to crack. It’s unnerving. Not being able to tell when a song is going to lead to a honey-soft memory soaked with your shared peals of laughter… or when it will make Stu blow up. But the only thing worse would be making Stu feel like he’s too sensitive to take a joke. So, close your eyes. Ignore the chill running up your spine. And just hope Stu is feeling playful when your favorite song comes on the radio.

A/N: first time back in the saddle in months! thank you for sending this request. I love when the gang gets to be not normal about a non-issue like this. It’s a great character study… that’s still an x reader! my favorite thing to write! 

if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! this writer's only fuel is engagement. xoxoxo

[cringelordofchaos]

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so thats why i was always so obsessed w chilldhood friends to loverssssssssssssssssss

[megatraven]

writing weird fic hours right now

[gralixe]

One Piece has so much gall giving so much screen time to characters I truly do not give a fuck about

[opens-up-4-nobody]

The Terror fandom: what screencap moment should I draw?

[ranvwoop]

ftr, my problem is literally (theoretically) resolved, I just need to post publicly about being angie. Someone needs to know about my annoying vision issues

[fappellmoan]

tonight i am going to sit in my room and get wizard high. and then maybe watch queer ultimatum w my friend

[lovegasmic]

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬▶ 𝗩𝗛𝗦

HOT DILF NEXT DOOR ⭑.ᐟ

‘ toji fushiguro, kento nanami, satoru gojo x fem!reader ’ ୨୧ taglist

⌞ PG-18 ⌝ reversed version of hot milf next door ◞ age gap, all consenting adults◞ creampie except for kento ◞ they are actual dilfs not just older men◞ you cheat on your bf with satoru but he deserves it, and reader is a brat◞

this is long and I've had this request for longer, so take this as an apology for not posting anything new lately ‹3

𝜗𝜚 TOJI

of course another screw had to come loose from the cheap cupboard doors barely hanging on for dear life. you curse under your breath, wiping a drop of sweat that makes it’s way down your forehead and onto the cupid bow, “fuck this shit place” finding a good place as a student was no good, and it was either surviving in a struggling apartment or sharing living space at the school dorms where the air reeked of multiple fluids and body odors was not really an option.

and now, rummaging through the multiple still closed boxes laying on your living room to find a screwdriver was neither an option, “just kill me already” mustering up some courage, your feet drags you to the front door and towards the one next to it, hoping and praying that your neighbor is an actual nice person as your knuckles hit the wood, please, anything really, perhaps an older lady who can bake, or a lovely young student around your age who can—

oh.

that’s a freaking kid.

“hi, um..., are your parents home?” so freaking awkward, the kid looks at you unimpressed, barely blinking and dark hair sticking in all directions before he turns around.

okay, that was rude, but you’re about to speak again until he comes up, moving as if he owned the place, big muscles under a shirt a bit too tight, and that flat expression barely quirks up in what seems like a grin, “can I help you, doll?” and oh, again, that voice is enough to make your knees buck.

“h-hi, i moved next door, and uh—” shit, shit, “do you have a screwdriver I can borrow for a second?” did you even introduce yourself? that does not matter, and the man doesn’t seem to care, giving you an amused up and down look before nodding.

“got a problem with the cupboard already, huh? don’t worry I got a trick” isn’t this man such a gentleman? already gathering some tools and telling the kid, now called Megumi, to behave while he helped the cute girl.

he’s definitely flirting, yeah, it must be, those half grins, constant licks at the scar in the corner of his mouth and the way his eyes trail up and down your body when he thinks you’re not looking, that’s flirting, isn’t it?

just snap out of it, you’re not an eighteen year old anymore, you’re 20... not a big difference, but you should not be fantasizing about that man who is most likely married.

“... anything else?” his voice snaps you out of your stupor, now for good, but you know he’s aware, judging by the grin he offers.

“no, that’s all, thanks” you hope that will answer whatever he also asked, what you don’t expect is for his large body frame to walk up to you, a calloused thumb pressing on your jaw to tilt your head up.

he leans slightly, “no need to be shy, doll, neighbors are to help each other” and there is a trace of something else behind his words, something you can’t quite put into words.

a very slight gasp escapes your lips as his thumb runs down, gently caressing the column of your throat and collarbones, “you’re so pretty, a pretty girl like you must have a pretty name” and you utter it, rolling out your tongue for Toji to catch it with his own name in a shared breath.

Toji. Toji. Toji.

“Toji...! it’s nghhh... r-reaching oh, so deep!” who could have thought that ‘neighboors helping each other’ would have turned into ‘neighbors who rearrange your guts’.

it’s been a few days since the first time Toji helped you fix the furniture, which developed into some kisses, cock sucking and now almost a daily fuck, with quivering thighs with just how hard Toji’s cock rammed into your tiny hole, so fuckin’ wet and tight, struggling to accommodate the whole girth of the man’s huge cock sliding in and out deliciously deep.

there’s a whole package of condoms in your drawer, tucked under the remaining pair of panties Toji hasn’t ripped apart in attempts to reach your cunt faster.

“take it, fuckin’ take it” he huffs, cock twitching inside your velvety walls that cling to each vein and ridge around that fat and long dick, the couch drags across the floor with each one of the dark haired’s thrusts, having you bent, a tit out of the tank top, panties swinging around an ankle and toes curled in sheer bliss. that man knows how to fuck.

and his hand is everywhere, one is holding your shoulders to brutally pull you back so your pussy lips spread vulgarly on each side of his balls, while the other entrained itself by pinching a nipple, tugging your tits and groping the fat of your ass, a low whistle comes next at the sight of your tiny hole stuffed to the brim, “fuck, doll, this cute tight pussy is gripping so tight, shit..., like a fucking virgin...” and a thumb comes to rub your clitoris, a bit uncoordinated but still as good, making your head swim in pleasure, “i’m going to cum if you tighten so hard...”

“i-in— angh, inside, please!”

“of course i’m cumming in this pussy” Toji mocks with a laugh and you whimper, shaking your head, barely turning to look at the man from above your shoulder with pleading, cute eyes.

“take off the condom” and fuck, a fat drop of precum just oozed from the tip.

your hands reach back to press on Toji’s v line, fingertips grazing the slick coated base, “the princess wants a creampie in her tiny cunt?”

fucking hell, that cocky smirk and the way his cock, disgustingly hard, slaps against his abdomen when pulling out makes your tummy do a flip, eagerly reaching to tug on the latex tip and tossing the condom away as if it was offensive.

“a-ah yes!” you can’t avoid the relief moan that gets pulled out of your lips at the sensation, alongside Toji’s pleasure groan that rumbles deep and darkly, with thumbs hooking on each side of your pussy to keep you spread and ready to take those perfectly aligned thrusts, smashing your g spot and having you cumming within seconds, “g-uh, so good... I need...”

“i know, baby, I know, i’m... fuck... cumming deep in this fertile young pussy”

𝜗𝜚 KENTO

the last box is loaded in the truck and your parents bid you farewell. sigh, time to get to work, “do you need any more help?” Kento asks, your sweet and kind neighbor who you’ve known for years, who used to brush your knees when you fell on the grass while playing with Yuuji, who baked delicious loafs of bread you cheerfully ate sitting at the edge of his kitchen counter with your feet swinging.

“i will be okay” you say, flashing a side grin towards the older man, his face as warm as ever, but currently sporting several age lines that just make him look hotter.

yes, you grew and so did he, but your first, and initial admiration towards the man, soon became more loving and even lustful when you turned 19, and now with your parents moving abroad, leaving the cozy, childhood home you grew up in to your care, being into Kento’s ‘care’ —which you did not even needed in the first place, god, you’re a grown adult!— perhaps you were going to use this chance to get closer to the man.

“then I will get going so you get used to your new independence” he jokes a little, turning to return to his empty home due to Yuuji’s just recent departure to college.

“wait!” you stop him, “i was thinking... you know that yummy bread you used to bake? do you mind teaching me how to do it myself?” that will definitely do, getting into Kento’s good side, and house, was as easy as you remember.

and of course he agreed, offering a nod and gentle smile that just made your belly do a flip, what a damn pervert you were, lusting over your neighbour who probably just saw you as a charity work.

but then again, Kento needed it, the poor man was so lonely, with Yuuji gone, his wife leaving him years ago due to his ‘workaholic’ behaviour, a woman’s touch was so needed in his life, and you were going to help.

the baking class is so domestic you kinda feel bad for trying to get into the blonde’s pants, really, his always present and fond smile while you accidentally made a mess of floor all over the kitchen counter was not good for your heart, nor the way he chuckled in that deep and low voice tone of his, hoping he did not notice the way your knees bucked.

a hand comes to hold your wrist, so gentle, “knead like this” and his voice is right against your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine and heat pooling in your lower abdomen as he guides the motions, yet your eyes are glued to the way his hand veins pop with each squeeze, would he knead your ass the same way? and also... is his cock that veiny too?

with that thought in mind, you barely buck your hips back, pretending to change the weight from one foot to another when, in reality, you purposely brushed your butt with his crotch.

and Kento notices, his hands stopping for a brief second before resuming, and you move again, almost like a dance to see who would snap first, although each buck and brush is more bold than the previous, that until a large and veiny hand squeezes your hip, there it is.

“stay still” his voice is low and almost a rumble, feeling the warmth of his chest near your back through the thin layers of clothes.

that should not turn you on as much as it did, feeling slightly embarrassed from being caught and stopped that you unconsciously squirm again, and of course, your butt now lands right against Kento’s tenting crotch, feeling the tip poking on a cheek, “shit...” your moan is weak, unable to stop from full on grinding against his cock, to which his hands grip you tighter, the dough long forgotten.

“don’t... do that...” Kento’s words are strained, barely holding on from the urge to just bend you over and fuck you senseless, truth is he saw you grow up, but he also witnessed how you became the nature and sexy girl you are now, “this is wrong”

but his name sounds so cutely from you, that soft, mewled, and needy “Kento...” is just enough to break him.

the sticky mess of flour and water remaining on the kitchen counter sticks to the back of your shirt, it will be a pain to wash it, but meh, that should be another day’s worry, currently, your only focus is the man between your legs, keeping you as spread as ever, with your feet propped up the counter, leggings pulled down and that condom clad cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy, and yes, it’s very fucking veiny.

“this is what you wanted, didn’t you?” his words are huffed from the effort of thrusting mercilessly inside your hole, with a hand on the apex of your thigh to keep your lips open, and the other laying on a jiggling tit, “to get fucked by an older man, I saw the way you look at me, sweetheart, you’re not subtle”

that just makes you clench and mewl, getting caught drooling over the man was utterly hot and even excited he knew just how much you wanted him in your guts like now, “c-can’t help it, you’re— ngh, t-tooo hot!” it’s like you’re losing consciousness with each drag of those throbbing veins against your walls, the friction so fucking delicious and deep, oh so deep, curving just perfectly to drive you insane.

“you’re so hot too” he praises, the words so unfamiliar coming from those lips, adding to the lust filled expression of an almost pussy drunk man, “you’ve grown beautifully” and his words are like his hands, caressing your body with heat leaving on its wake until it lays on your fluttering abdomen, “so sexy, so tight and wet”

“just for you” you moan around your own fingers, sucking the digits to leave them soaked and rub tight circles on your swollen clit, it’s a vision that makes Kento’s cock twitch and splurt another drop of pre inside the condom.

Kento, the always impecable and polite man that fucks so nasty and kisses as equally lewd, gripping your jaw with a hand and a tongue comes to rub all across your sweet mouth, swallowing the desperate pleas and “i’m cumming” mumbles before you’re a sobbing mess and Kento is stuffing the condom full of creamy semen that, hopefully, will stuff your pussy bare someday.

𝜗𝜚 SATORU

“is it really necessary?” you complain for what feels like the fourth time that exact same day, your parents don’t get it, of course they don’t, you were doing just fine with your classes, and if the grades were barely above the requirement to pass, so what? at least you were not struggling in college.

“is that boy’s fault,” your mom says from the back, arms crossed and a scowl on her face, “i told you he is a bad influence and still you did not listen! now your grades are a mess, it’s like our money for your tuition is going to waste” ah yes, your filthy rich parents money, that money was almost spare cash for them.

“don’t bring my boyfriend in this, it’s not his fault” you attempt to defend the little honor your lover had, which, honestly, he did not deserve, he was the worst kind of man you couldn’t have ever fallen for, uninterested, having you crawl behind him, but he had a big dick and a bike, sigh.

“i don’t care, you’re going to have Mr. Gojo tutor you, you like it or not”

Satoru Gojo or Mr. Gojo, your also filthy rich neighbor who just traveled around the world with god knows what money, what would he even know?

the sound of your foot tapping on the floor could tick anyone, but your stupid boyfriend hasn’t responded to any text since yesterday, and you’re two minutes away from making the long and boring walk to your next door’s neighbor house, so long and boring.

you curse and grab your bag way too hastily, you’re sick of this, utterly pissed off, and sadly Mr. Gojo will have to turn into your punching bag.

one or twice is the times you’ve seen the man, he was barely at home or your schedules never met, but damn, he was hot.

tall, broad, with soft white hair that fell on his eyes and made him look younger than he was, bright blue eyes to contrast and ridiculously long legs and hands. somehow you’re a bit speechless as he asks you to come in, taking the surroundings of his home and the family picture frames hanging off the walls, not a woman in sight, strange.

“where is your wife?” mouth works faster than the brain, but Satoru does not mind, giving you a smirk from over his shoulder.

“i don’t have a wife, my kids were adopted” damn, that makes it harder for you to hate on this man.

deciding not to pry even more into the topic you just follow him to the living room, a bunch of history books are splayed in the coffee table so you sit next to the man in one of the large, leather couches.

“your parents say you’re struggling with Japanese periods, yes? Meiji, Heian...”

this was going to be long, “yeah, whatever, why do I even have to learn about all that? it’s in the past, who cares” your attention was drifting again, pulling out your phone and tapping harshly on the screen, no messages, “fuck”

“hey, focus here, princess, leave your phone aside” the sudden shiver that runs down your spine at the nickname is somehow drowned down by a rush of annoyance, you were already in a bad mood and now this man was telling you what to do? fuck this.

“don’t tell me what to do! it’s not as if i wanted to come here in the first place” with a leg crossed over the other your head turns, puffing your cheeks like a spoiled brat.

and again, your eyes drop to your phone.

“hm, I see how it is” yet he’s not mad, more like... amused, and before you realize it he’s snatching your phone that happened to be unlocked, “who’s sukuna?”

“give me that!” you squeak, trying to grab your phone back but Satoru is already scrolling through endless embarrassing texts and multiple nudes you’ve sent.

he clicks his tongue in return, “oh, babygirl, you don’t know how to pick a man, do you?” he coos, almost as if he’s mocking you, and before you realize it, you’re being dragged to his lap, a hand on the small of your back and the other on a bare knee, “tsk, tsk, a sweet thing like you deserve much better, a real man who can please you” his smirk almost makes you moan, adding to the way his long and slender fingers trailed up your thigh to brush the edge of the panties you wore, which were almost ruined at this point.

“boys your age don’t know how to satisfy a girl like you”

the previous heated exchange is not turned into moans echoing in the room, Satoru is so fuckin’ big and long, making your eyes cross and tongue loll out with each drag of his cock inside your walls, he has you spread, with your thighs swinging over his forearms, chest on your back and his lips on your neck, giving you the fuck of your life while at the same time being treated like a fleshlight.

the man is big, big muscles and a big cock that struggles to push past the resistance inside your cunt, but it’s so worthy once it’s in, successfully finding your g spot within seconds of pounding.

“that’s a good girl, yeah, keep moaning, babygirl, your cunt is perfect around my cock” how could this man speak so lewd and freely while rearranging your guts, voice unaffected but the throb and twitch of his cock proved otherwise, “i haven’t fucked a pussy this damn tight, you’re sucking me in, ah fuck— greedy young cunt”

“nghh! haagh f-uck Sa-ah toru!” what a mess, mess of babbling nonsense and a mess of slick and precum dripping down to pool between your legs and onto the couch, the creamy sound of your pussy dragging you and down is just growing with how wetter you get, creating a ring of pearly cum around the base of Satoru’s fat cock filling your insides.

your phone rings, but who fuckin’ cares? your boyfriend is in the past, and now having a tutor is not that entirely bad.

[mwahbabe]

pls write pussydrunk abby anderson pls pls pls 🙏🏿

mdni, smut, cunnilingus (r!receiving) overstimulation, sweet romantic abby, not proofread.

a/n: ugh where is my abby lookalike and actalike:,(

abby has been between your thighs for nearly an hour now. you’re so damn sensitive but you’re so needy. like your brain is gone dumb and all you wanna do is cum over and over.

you’ve done that about 7 times now on abbys tongue, her strong arms on your thighs keeping them apart as she devours you.

“abs–fuck… mmhh..” your head’s thrown back against the pillows sometimes looking down at abby as she was up in it. “god baby… fuckin love this pussy-shit.” she mumbled between licks and sucks. “taste so fuckin good.” you gave a whine as she kept moving her head in the way that had your head swimming. her nose bumping your clit each time. “ahh.. shit.” “yeah? gonna cum again princess? fuckin give me another one, yeahh there you go.” she rambled against your quivering cunt.

your eyes roll back and gave a soft cry and a gutteral moan as you came again. your toes curling and thighs shaking, abby had you looking possessed. her arm muscles flexing deliciously as she firmly held you by your thighs not letting you get away, still lapping at you as your walls pulsed.

“so fucking good..”

abby pushed your legs back, your legs bent at the knee, getting even better access to your perfect cunt, after barely letting you recover, she was down and at it again, you whine and jolt in her grasp. “abbbyyuh.” you protest, your poor pussy sensitive and overstimulated. abby groaned against you, her mind blank except for the taste of you and the cutest moans you were giving her. “one more baby.” she said, the same thing she had said to you the 3rd 4th 5th and 7th time. “abbyyy.. “ you whine again trying to get her attention, she couldn’t answer you, her mouth a little preoccupied. “sweet fuckin pussy”

she lifted you up by your hips and began to move you up and down on her tongue, you loudly give a broken moan, your body was on fire, you were sweating, the bed was now covered in your cum and arousal, you whine as your maybe 8th orgasm approaches, abby’s jaw is aching but she’s too far gone to care as she works you through it mercilessly, until you give a strained cry as you get her face and neck all wet.

as you come down and the high subsides and the overstimulation sets in, it begins to feel uncomfortable and hurts. “abs…” you weakly spoke closing your legs and pulling back. “no more… it’s staring to hurt now..” you chuckle softly at the way abby’s eyes are all blown out and her mouth and chin and neck just covered in your juices. “yeah? had enough?” she rasps, wiping her face and sitting up. her muscles flexing deliciously. abby had been on her belly for nearly half an hour now. you nod, your eyes lidded, “fuck.. you did so good babe. c’mon, let’s get cleaned up.”

abby pulls your body up and lifts you up off the messy sheets and takes you to the bathroom setting you on the sink counter while she ran a bath, a shower wasn’t ideal since you could definitely not stand up right now. she puts the stopper in the drain and then runs a hot bath for the two of you, adding your favourite essential oils making the bathroom smell like lavender and mint. “c’mon angel.” she lifts you up off the counter setting you on your feet still holding you so you could step into it. the hot water stings at first until you sink into its embrace. sighing as the water laps at your sore body, abby does the same after you, getting in behind you, wrapping her strong arms around you resting her head on you shoulder.

the rest of the evening is spent in the bath until both of you prune up and then abby makes you whatever food you want to fill your tummy and then rubs your back until you fall asleep on her.

[ateezscupid]

─── FEB FILTH FEST: Call Out My Name - DOM & SUB ♡

SUMMARY / You woke up needy, and Hongjoong helped.

warnings ✩ PORN LINK, SMUT, DOM/SUB dynamics, soft!dom hongjoong, fem!reader, sub!reader, vanilla sex, daddy kink, praise, not really ddlg (the lg part weirds me out) so it's kind of just dd, oral (f), unprotected sex

word count ✩ 1,95k

tags ✩@desirehorizon @tangerineastronaut @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @bbdeongi @dawn-iscozy @xh01bri @mallielovssyou @clxssy1997 @soreberry

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST / FEB FILTH FEST

NOTE !! None!

"Harder…" you mumble in your sleep, your fists clenched tightly under the blankets. The room is silent except for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. It's 8 AM, but the curtains are drawn, keeping the light at bay.

You whimper, your body jerking itself awake. You looked around and scoot closer to Hongjoong, feeling embarrassed for disturbing him. The digital clock beside the bed glows 8:03 AM, the red digits pulsing steadily like a silent alarm. The room is small, cluttered with the remnants of last night's study session: textbooks, empty cups of coffee, and crumpled papers litter the floor and desk. The air is stale, a testament to the lack of open windows and fresh air.

"Joong…" you shook him a bit. His eyes snapped open, and he sat up with a start, scanning the room with a wild gaze. Recognizing the safety of his own space, he relaxed slightly.

"You okay?" he whispered, his voice thick with sleep.

You shook your head, pushing the covers off of you and crawling on top of you. "No," you tugged at your shirt. "I need you…"

Hongjoong's eyes softened, and he reached out to pull you closer into his arms. "Yeah? How bad?" His question was gentle, his voice a soothing balm to your ringing head.

"Really bad," you tugged at your shirt. "P-Please. Just….u-use your mouth or something." You felt your cheeks flushing hot with embarrassment. You had never been this vulnerable with him before.

"Aw, is my baby needy?" he teased, trying to ease the tension, but the tremble in your voice didn't go unnoticed. He could feel the urgency in your touch. With a sigh, he rolled onto his back, giving you access to his bare chest. "Do whatever you need to feel better," he said, his eyes searching yours for reassurance that this was really what you wanted.

"N-No, I need-" you tear your shirt off. "I need this." The fabric was sticky with cold sweat and it was suffocating you.

"Yeah?" he runs his fingers up and down your waist. "Okay… lay down."

You nod and plop onto the other side of the bed, laying on your back, the cool air from the air conditioner a welcome relief on your bare skin. Hongjoong sits up, the sheets falling away from his chest as he hovers over you, spreading your legs.

He pulled your pajama shorts down to your thighs, exposing your most intimate parts to the coolness of the room. His warm breath tickled your skin as he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on the inside of your left thigh. You felt a shiver run up your spine, the anticipation building like a crescendo in a symphony. The touch was light and feathery, his tongue tracing patterns that made you squirm with pleasure. He moved closer, his nose brushing against your core, and you could feel the heat from his breath.

"Joongie~," you mewl as his mouth finds the right spot, his tongue swirling and pressing down, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His eyes meet yours, filled with hunger and affection as he continues to explore your wetness with tender strokes. Your back arches off the bed, pushing your pelvis closer to his face, desperately seeking more.

"R-Right there, right there-" you run your fingers through his hair, guiding him as his mouth works its magic. Each flick of his tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure through your core, making it impossible to hold back the moans that spill from your lips. He hums in response, the vibrations adding another layer to the sensations.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your breaths coming out in ragged gasps. Hongjoong's tongue moved in a steady rhythm, lapping up your wetness as if he was afraid he might miss a single drop. His eyes never left yours, and you could see the determination in them to bring you to climax.

"R-Right TH--FUCK!" You cry out. "D-Don't stop!"

Hongjoong smirks, the vibration from his voice adding to the pleasure. He knows exactly what you need. He flattens his tongue and presses it firmly against your clit, the pressure and speed increasing as you get closer to the peak of pleasure. Your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging gently as your body tenses. You're panting now, each breath shallower than the last.

"H-Hongjoong!" you moan, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure intensifies. Your legs quiver and tighten around his neck as you feel yourself approaching the brink of your climax. His tongue never falters, lapping at you with an urgency that matches the racing of your heart. You can feel your muscles tense up, the heat within you building like a volcano ready to erupt.

With a final, desperate push, you come apart in his mouth, your body spasming as the orgasm washes over you. The room fades away, leaving only the sensation of his tongue and the sound of your own cries of pleasure. He continues to lick and suck gently, riding out the waves with you until they subside, leaving you trembling and breathless on the bed.

When you open your eyes again, the room is a hazy blur of shadows and early morning light. Hongjoong wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug look on his face. "Feel better?" he asks, his voice low and smoky.

"Mhm…" you mumble, your voice a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion as your body relaxes into the mattress. You can feel your heart rate slowly returning to normal, the throb between your legs echoing the beat of your pulse.

Hongjoong pushed his boxers down a bit, just enough for his cock to come out. It was hard, standing tall and demanding attention. You could see the precum glistening at the tip, a testament to his own need. "Now, let me take care of this," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours as he positioned himself between your legs.

He gently pushed your legs further apart, and you felt the tip of his erection brush against your sensitive skin. Your breath hitched, the remnants of your orgasm still pulsing through your body as you anticipate his next move. With a firm grip on his shaft, he guided it to your entrance, pausing for a moment to appreciate the view. Your eyes locked onto his, filled with a mix of lust and love as he pushed inside you.

"You feel that?" he whispered, his voice a seductive purr as he began to rock his hips, his cock inching deeper into you. The sensation was exquisite, filling you up completely, stretching you around him. You nodded, unable to form coherent words, your eyes fluttering shut as he claimed you with a gentle but firm strokes.

"Spread your legs a little more for me, pretty girl," Hongjoong instructed, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down your spine. You obeyed, opening yourself up to him completely, and he took full advantage of the invitation. With a gentle push, he sank deeper, his cock sliding in and out of you with a slick sound that filled the room.

His movements grew more deliberate, his hips rolling into yours in a slow, steady rhythm that had you squirming with pleasure. The friction was perfect, his length hitting all the right spots and sending sparks of pleasure through your body with every thrust. You could feel yourself clenching around him, trying to hold onto the feeling of fullness as he began to quicken his pace.

"Joong…" you moaned, your hips rising to meet his, eager for more. His eyes darkened with desire as he watched your reaction, his own need growing with every whimper and gasp you made. He leaned down to kiss you, his tongue delving into your mouth as his cock drove deeper into you. The kiss was as passionate as it was possessive, a silent declaration of his love and desire.

"God, you feel so fucking good," he groaned against your lips, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before he bit down gently, claiming it as his own. Your hands gripped the bedsheets, your nails digging into the fabric as you tried to hold on to the sensations threatening to overwhelm you.

His rhythm grew faster, his cock pistoning in and out of you with increasing urgency. Each thrust sent a shock of pleasure through your core, and your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. You could feel the tension building again, your body begging for release.

"F-Faster," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper. The words seemed to spur Hongjoong on, his hips snapping against yours with a newfound fervor. The slap of skin on skin filled the air, punctuating the quietude of the early morning. His eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh my god," you shudder, nails digging into the pillow under your head. You pull it over your face and close your thighs, trying to muffle the sounds escaping you. His chuckle is muffled by your skin, sending vibrations through your core.

"It's okay, baby. I got you," he grabs your hips, not stopping his pace, his movements becoming more demanding. You can feel his muscles tensing, his breaths growing more ragged. The bed creaks under the weight of your passionate dance, the sound only adding to the intensity of the moment.

"Cmon, give it to me baby," he moans, your voice muffled by the pillow as your body arches off the bed. The pleasure is unbearable, a sweet agony that has you writhing under him. He's so deep inside you, filling you up in a way that nothing else ever could. Your toes curl, your nails dig into the mattress as he hits that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

"D-Daddy, I-I'm-"

"Let it out, baby," he growled, his own need clear in his voice. He grabbed your thighs, pushing them apart wider as he drove into you with a ferocity that sent you spiraling over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your body trembling and shaking with the force of it. Your muffled screams filled the room, the pillow doing little to hide the raw passion of the moment.

As the intensity of your climax began to subside, you felt him tense above you, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes searched yours, looking for permission, for the green light to let go of his own control. You nodded, your body still pulsing with pleasure.

"Good girl," he murmured before pulling the pillow from your face and capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded yours, mimicking the rhythm of his hips as he thrust into you one last time, his cock swelling and spilling his hot seed deep within your quivering walls. The feeling of him filling you up was almost too much to handle, but it only served to heighten the aftershocks of your orgasm.

When he finally pulled out, you felt empty and exposed, your body still sensitive from the intense pleasure. He leaned over to kiss your neck, his teeth grazing the tender flesh as his hand found your clit, sending a jolt through your system. "You're so beautiful when you come," he whispered, his voice hoarse with his own release.

"T-Thank you…" you managed to murmur, your voice still shaky from the intensity of your orgasm. Hongjoong pulled out of you gently, his cock leaving you with a feeling of emptiness that was almost painful. He collapsed beside you, his chest heaving with exertion, his body glistening with a sheen of sweat.

"Let's go clean you up."

[acrux-rising]

sick and tired (but never of you)

ʚ♡ɞ synopsis how the aot men take care of you when you're sick ʚ♡ɞ wc 663 ʚ♡ɞ feat. e. jaeger, l. ackerman a. arlert, j. kirstein, r. braun, p. galliard

ʚ♡ɞ eren jaeger エレン・イェーガー

tries so hard to take care of you, he really does. but one thing’s for sure - he can’t cook for shit and has absolutely no idea how to take care of another human being (since he rarely gets sick himself)

googles your symptoms, inadvertently stressing you out

“you coughed, like, three times in a row… i think you might have pneumonia”

makes sure you hydrate well, and is literally at your beck and call the whole time, tending to your every need to make sure you get well as soon as possible 

he hates seeing you in pain, after all

ʚ♡ɞ levi ackerman リヴァイ・アッカーマン

honestly? the best possible caretaker you could ask for

first thing he does is put on a mask and disinfect every surface you might have come into contact with. (if he owned a hazmat suit, he would wear it.)

makes you herbal teas or warm broth and gives you your meds regularly on the dot like a strict nurse

he’s not one to express his love for you verbally, but you’ll wake up to your favourite book on the nightstand, or your favourite meal on the dining table as you stumble out of your bedroom in a daze, still wrapped in your warm blanket

"better not complain about how you can't taste anything. would you rather have hypertension?"

ʚ♡ɞ jean kirstein ジャン・キルシュタイン

complains a lot in the beginning (“i told you it was going to be cold out, and you still insisted you didn’t need a jacket! when are you going to learn?”) of course he says this while tucking you in and tenderly brushing your hair out of your face

actually enjoys taking care of you and spoils you rotten - hot, comforting meals, massages, and your favourite movies that he normally refuses to watch, but he’ll make an exception this time

tries to be cool about it but his heart melts when you smile up at him and say thank you in that hoarse but still sweet voice of yours (what a big softie…)

"it's insane how pretty you look even when you're sick"

ʚ♡ɞ armin arlert アルミン・アルレルト

is an absolute administrative machine. he wakes up at the crack of dawn to switch off all your morning alarms, and calls in sick on your behalf.

when you wake up (around noon), he’s sitting by your bedside reading a book, whispering a gentle “good morning” to you

not the best at cooking, but he makes you soup and frankly, the love he put into it is more than enough to make you feel better instantly

takes your temperature when you’re asleep, making sure not to wake you

“right now, you need rest. don’t worry, love, i’ve got everything covered.”

ʚ♡ɞ reiner braun ライナー・ブラウン

this man runs hot all the time, so you know his cuddles are the absolute best. you wake up to a pair of strong arms around you, enveloping you in a comforting warmth

carries you everywhere without question (putting his muscles to good use)

moves all his work to your room, not letting you out of his sight for even a second - that’s how precious you are to him

gives death stares to the neighbours’ kids when they make too much noise playing in the yard

“you’ll get sick too if you stay here like this!”   “don’ care… jus’ wanna be here with you”

ʚ♡ɞ porco galliard ポルコ・ガリアード

panics when you cough too hard, though he tries to hide it. he sits at the foot of your bed scrolling on his phone while glancing at you every 30 seconds

grumbles about you getting germs on him but dutifully stays by your side the whole time anyway

calls pieck for some much-needed advice (like eren, he does not know how to take care of a whole other person)

if you say thank you or show appreciation in any way or form, he gets all flustered immediately 

“yeah, yeah, just don’t die or whatever.”

-> to aot masterlist -> to main masterlist

© acrux-rising

[pagesfromthevoid]

"it's so hot when you talk like that" for Mr. Bob Reynolds! ❤️

It's not often that Bob loses his temper. Actually, she can count on one hand him getting angry for whatever reason.

This...this is one of those times.

The mission was supposed to be straightforward. Simple. Get in, take out the target, get out. And it was simple --until Walker decided his plan was the right plan, after they had all agreed it wasn't.

That is when things went south --fast.

Instead of focusing on the exit strategy, he decided he was going to take out the weapons system. Which, okay, yeah --that makes sense, sort of. But only if the rest of the team is on board.

Bob doesn't take part in missions, but he listens on the comms, just to make sure everyone is staying in contact. And to make sure she gets home safely. But when Walker makes his play, and Bob suggests that this isn't a great idea...then Walker shuts the comms off...Well, he doesn't hear from the team until they get back. And he's starting to panic.

So when they return to the tower --more worse for wear than anticipated --Bob is already expecting the worse. She limps off the carrier, holding her side with a look of disdain and pain. A busted lip is the most obvious thing he sees, but her suit is peeled halfway off her torso with makeshift bandages covering a wound on her shoulder.

Bob...kind of starts seeing red at this point.

"Are you out of your fucking mind, Walker?" He demands, practically charging the supersoldier as he exits the carrier.

"You wanna calm down there, Bobby?" Walker snaps back, eyes narrowed as he throws off his helmet.

"You could have gotten them killed," Bob snaps, poking Walker in the chest aggressively. He's not purposely using his strength, but Walker is pushed back just a step. "What the hell are you thinking? You're not in charge, you asshole!"

"Calm down, both of you," Yelena orders, though she's just as bad off.

Bob swallows hard, looking between Yelena and her, and everything is suddenly very loud in his head. Everyone else takes a solid step back from him --except for her. She steps forward, holding up good hand --though it's covered in blood.

"Bob," she insists, "C'mon. It's fine --we already handled him --let's just get to the med bay before I pass out."

He thinks, briefly, that Sentry might make an appearance. That he can feel all that power stirring under his skin, and his hands ball into fists at his sides. "You could have been killed."

"But I wasn't," she reminds him, pushing him back some with her bloody hand on his chest. "Go. Please."

He hesitates, not budging for a moment, before he finally nods and lets her lead the way out.

The walk to the bed bay is silent for the most part, aside from heavy footsteps and even heavier breathing. Before they turn the corner to get there though, she pulls him aside and into a corner out of view of the cameras. They're squeezed together, and Bob has to focus on not grabbing her by habit. She's hurt, and he doesn't want to make it worse.

"What's wrong?"

"Not that I'm encouraging it," she starts, but she has one hand on his stomach and the other on his jaw. "But it's so hot when you talk like that."

"R-really?" He stammers out, and he can feel himself flushing --and the heat dropping below his waist.

She nods with a little smirk on her face. Her hand trails behind his head, tangling her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. He hums in response, biting at his lip to avoid making any sort of sound that would get them caught. Not that it'd be the first time.

"Reminds me that you got a little bite, even if you act like you don't."

His hands finds her waist, and he pulls her flush against him --though he's mindful of her wounds. "Only a little?"

"I'm willing to be convinced otherwise."

He lifts her up suddenly, wrapping her legs around his waist. She winces --and he stops, but she shakes her head, crashing her mouth against his. Bloody lip and all, he doesn't care as he deepens the kiss, tasting the salt and copper on his tongue. Her back presses against the wall as he ruts against her, clothed cock pressing against her core. She moans into his mouth, tugging at his hair.

But then, he drops her and she falls against the wall with a heavy breath. She looks annoyed, flustered and heaving some.

"We should get you cleaned up," he says flippantly, like he wasn't just shoving his tongue down her throat and tasting the blood on her lips.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"You're a fucking tease," she complains as he takes her hand, pulling her out of the corner.

[natsaffection]

weird request and it's okay if you don't do it.

but can you do like how Natasha is more confident and dominate at work, not letting anyone get to close to her personally but when she comes home she changes and her walls come down - she's more needy and touchy, she's much more caring but still has a dominate side.. but can you write like soft smut because Natasha is drained from all her work but reader tries to make her feel better with sex??

with a lot of praises, maybe a strap and also Natasha being called daddy maybeeeeee

Only with you. | N.R

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Strap on use (r receiving) Daddy kink, kinda possessive Natasha, holding hands while sex, much praising, Cute cute cute

Word count: 5,3k

A/N: First time writing a Daddy kink…definitely an experience. Some of you probably know exactly who I had in mind while writing this (politely, without the kink involved, but, no kink shaming here!☝🏻)

The glass interrogation room was silent, except for the steady buzz of overhead lights and the subtle ticking of a clock on the wall. From the observation deck, Maria leaned against the panel with her arms crossed, watching the figure seated inside, male, mid-30s, cocky on the surface but trembling underneath.

Across from him sat Natasha. She didn’t say much. She never started the conversation. She just looked at him, eyes unreadable, like she was dissecting him from the inside out. She let the silence stretch long and heavy, suffocating.

Eventually, they always cracked. Fury stepped up beside Maria, glancing through the glass.

“He’s not talking?”

“Not yet.” Maria said. “But she hasn’t really started.”

Fury gave a small grunt. “How long?”

“She asked for ten minutes.”

“She’s had seven.”

They both watched as Natasha finally leaned forward, her posture still relaxed, too relaxed. She tilted her head slowly, hands steepled beneath her chin.

“I know what you did.” she said softly. “And more importantly…I know what you were told not to do. So why don’t we make this easy?”

The man tried to smile. “You think I’m scared of a pretty face?”

Maria almost felt sorry for him.

30 minutes later:

The faucet ran hot over Natasha’s hands, steam curling up around her face as she scrubbed at the blood staining her knuckles. She moved calmly, methodically, like this was routine. Because it was.

The bruises blooming along her fingers didn’t faze her. If anything, they felt grounding. Like confirmation that it was done.

Steve stepped into the doorway, arms crossed. “He gave up the location. Shields moving in tonight.”

Natasha nodded once, still drying her hands. There was a beat of silence before Steve added “we’re having Game night today..” Steve asked, stepping beside her, “You should come. Cool off a little.”

She didn’t even look at him. “I don’t play with children.”

“Since when?”

“Since always.”

“You used to team up with Clint.”

“That was target practice.”

Steve chuckled. “You’ve changed.”

Natasha turned her head then, that slow, deliberate glance, the glint of playfulness in her eyes, but it didn’t reach her heart. “Have I?”

He studied her for a beat. “You’re leaving soon, huh?”

“Am I that obvious?”

“To them? No.” He gave a small shrug. “To me? You’re checking the clock like someone’s waiting.”

Natasha gave a faint scoff. “Don’t flatter yourself, Rogers. You’re not that insightful.”

“Right..” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching. “You just ditch game night every week because you’re scared to lose.”

“Mm.” She looked away again. “Let’s pretend that’s it.”

But he caught it, just that slight softness in her voice. A drop in the mask. Not enough for anyone else to notice. But Steve wasn’t anyone else.

“You’re good for her, Nat.”

Natasha paused. Her jaw tightened just slightly. “Yeah..” she said under her breath. “I know.”

The room was quiet, bathed in the golden hue of lamp light. A movie played softly in the background, the volume low, more for atmosphere than attention. You sat cross-legged on the couch, lost in whatever book you’d started, a loose hoodie slipping down one shoulder, the smell of fresh tea wafting from the nearby table.

You didn’t hear the door. Didn’t hear the soundless steps behind you. But you felt it, warm arms sliding around your waist from behind, firm and steady, the telltale press of leather and that familiar scent of smoke and wind and something sharper, danger, wrapped in safety.

You startled slightly, gasping just as Natasha’s voice brushed your ear, “It’s just me.”

“Jesus, Nat..” you breathed, half-laughing, hand pressed to your chest. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Good.” Natasha murmured, her lips already brushing the curve of your neck. “Means you’re alive.”

You melted back into her immediately, reaching up to curl your fingers over Natasha’s forearm. “Rough day?”

Natasha didn’t answer right away. She was breathing slowly now, as if trying to push out the day, replacing the noise with this..this silence, this safe.

“Messy.” she murmured. You turned in her arms slightly, catching the faded red stains still lingering at her wrist, the faint bruising along her knuckles.

“You’re hurt…”

“I’ve had worse.” Natasha’s voice dropped, suddenly softer. She climbed onto the couch and pulled you into her lap like it was instinct, like she needed to feel your weight there, feel your warmth.

You blinked. “You’re clingy tonight.”

“Not clingy..” Natasha murmured, wrapping both arms around you and burying her face into your shoulder. “Just missed you so bad it’s physically uncomfortable.”

Her hands didn’t stop moving, one resting on your thigh, thumb rubbing small circles; the other lightly brushing up your side under the hoodie. She didn’t ask permission. She didn’t need to. This was hers. You were hers.

And here..only here, Natasha let herself soften, her mask slipping off piece by piece. “They wanted me to go for game night.” she murmured, her voice muffled into your collarbone. “Said I should cool off..”

You gently combed your fingers through Natasha’s red hair. “So why didn’t you?”

Natasha looked up then, eyes half-lidded but honest, open in a way she wasn’t for anyone else. “Because I don’t want noise. Or crowds. Or fake laughs. I want you. I wanted this.”

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Natasha’s temple. “You’ve got it.”

Natasha exhaled, like she’d been holding that breath since she walked out of SHIELD. She tucked her head back into your neck, the strong, composed assassin melting into something achingly human.

“Just let me stay like this tonight.”

You curled your arms around her. “Then stay.”

Natasha hadn’t moved in ten minutes. Not really. Just lay behind you on the couch, arms around your waist, face buried in your neck, holding you like she needed you to breathe.

But something in the air had shifted. It was in the way her fingers dragged slower across your stomach. The way her nose nudged into the slope of your shoulder. The quiet little sigh she gave as her lips brushed the shell of your ear.

You could feel it. The drain of the mission. The weight of being who she had to be all day, calculating, cold, unstoppable. She didn’t complain. She never did. But you could read her like no one else.

And she needed something now. Not just comfort. You tilted your head slightly, giving her more room, more skin. “Nat…”

Her arms tightened around you, and when she spoke, her voice was low, warm, rough with need.

“Can I take you to bed?”

Not a demand. Not an order. A plea.. dressed in velvet. You turned in her arms, meeting her gaze. Her pupils were blown, lips already parted. The tension she carried like a second skeleton had cracked just enough to let you in.

You smiled, hand brushing her jaw. “You don’t even have to ask..”

Something lit behind her eyes. The faintest sparkle..rare and raw. She grinned. Grinned, like the weight of the world had finally slipped off her shoulders. Then she leaned in, kissed you hard, full of relief, need, love, and picked you up in one smooth, effortless motion.

You gasped, wrapping your arms around her neck. “Show-off.”

“I needed you all day.” she whispered, lips brushing yours as she carried you through the hallway, step by slow step. “Thought about you between shots. Between breaths. Couldn’t let it show. But I needed you so bad, baby…”

The bedroom was dim, sheets still messy from the morning. She set you down gently, like you were glass, then leaned over you, kissing you again, this time softer. Slower.

Then her lips trailed lower. Down your jaw. To the corner of your neck. Her hands slipped under your shirt, pushing the fabric up just enough to feel your skin under her palms.

She kissed the side of your throat. Then sucked. You let out a sharp breath. “Nat…”

“Mmh.” Her voice was muffled against your skin. “You always taste better when I’m like this.”

She dragged her teeth along your neck, sucking deep, not to mark you once, but over and over. Each time just a little lower. Each time followed by another kiss. A nip. A lazy drag of her tongue.

You started giggling, soft, helpless, already flushed. “You’re going to cover me in bruises.”

“Good.” she purred, lifting her head just long enough to smirk. “Then I get to remember this tomorrow when they start talking politics and intel reports.”

You tried to speak, tried to tease her back, but she dipped down again and stole your breath with another wet kiss at the base of your throat.

Then lower. She kissed down your chest, your stomach, slow and worshipful, until her fingers found the waistband of your panties. She looked up at you, dark eyes hungry but gentle.

“You okay?” she asked, even now.

You nodded, breathless. “More than.”

She slid your panties down inch by inch, kissing the inside of your thigh as she went, soft at first, then open-mouthed and slow. Her hands caressed, not just touched. She took her time, spreading your legs carefully, reverently, like this was the only thing in the world that mattered now.

And for her, it was. Because here, with you, she didn’t have to be Black Widow. Didn’t have to be on guard. She could be selfish. Needy. Gentle and hungry all at once.

She lifted her head slowly, looking up at you with something vulnerable in her smile. “Do you have any idea..” she said softly, brushing your cheek with her knuckles, “how fucking lucky I am to have you?”

You blinked up at her, cheeks flushed, lips parted, completely open under her touch.

“I’m serious.” she continued, her voice low and full of warmth, but there was that steel edge too, the kind only she had. “The things I’ve done…the places I’ve been�� I never thought I’d get to feel like this. Like I could come home and be seen.”

You reached up, brushing her wrist. “Nat…”

But she shook her head slowly, smile softening. “No, baby. Let me say it. Let me tell you.” Her hand slipped down to your chest, right over your heart. “You make me feel like I’m still human. Like I’m allowed to love. And I will never stop showing you how much you mean to me.”

She leaned down, kissing you slow. Then she pulled back with a whisper. “I’ll be right back.”

You didn’t ask. You didn’t need to. The tone of her voice, the flicker in her eyes.. you already knew what was coming. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched her stand, tall, composed, and absolutely glowing. Her eyes never left yours, even as she crossed the room and disappeared into the closet.

Your heart thudded with every second she was gone. When she returned, your breath hitched. The strap was already buckled to her hips, sleek black, firm, heavy between her thighs. Her body moved with complete confidence, the outline of control.

But her eyes? Still full of adoration. Still yours. She stopped at the foot of the bed, looking down at you with a slow smile.

“Do you remember the safe word, baby?” she asked, voice low and even.

You nodded quickly. “Yes.”

She raised a brow. “Say it.”

“Widow.”

“Good girl.” Her smile deepened. “And you remember what to call me now?”

You swallowed, already trembling under her gaze. “Yes, Daddy.”

There was a pause. Then her chest rose, proud and slow, like hearing you say it lit something deep inside her. She crawled onto the bed with all the grace of a predator, slow, sure, towering over you on her hands and knees.

“That’s my good girl.” she murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your collarbone, then another just below your jaw. “So polite for me.”

You were already squirming, thighs tense, your fingers fisting the sheets as you felt the press of the toy, just the tip, brush against your inner thigh. She didn’t even move it, didn’t thrust. Just let you feel the weight of it there. Present. Waiting.

You tensed automatically, back arching the moment it nudged just slightly closer. She noticed. Of course she did.

“Hey…” she cooed, voice dropping. “Relax for me. You’re okay, baby.”

She leaned down again, kissing your cheek, your neck, the corner of your mouth, all while her hips stilled, giving you time, grounding you. Her lips brushed yours and you started giggling, high and breathy, the tension cracking under her warmth.

“There she is.” Natasha smiled against your skin, kissing your grin. “That’s my girl.”

Her hand slid up your side, resting right under your breast as she nuzzled into your throat, sucking again, slower this time. Claiming you all over again.

“You’re gonna take me so good, aren’t you?” she whispered. “Like you always do.”

Your breath was warm against her lips, that giggle still echoing quietly between you as she smiled down at you, eyes soft, lashes heavy.

“You’re so cute when you get shy like that.” she whispered, her thumb brushing your bottom lip. “All nervous for me…when you know I’d never hurt you.”

“I know..” you breathed, nodding.

She dipped lower again, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose, and then another to your cheek, her body staying perfectly still above yours, but you could still feel her, the strap pressing just gently against your core. Waiting. Teasing.

She wasn’t in a rush. She never was when she got like this. “This is my favorite version of you.” she murmured against your skin. “Soft. Giggly. Mine.”

Your hands slid over her hips, fingers curling around the base of the harness, tentative, needy, and she shivered.

“You want Daddy to take care of you, baby?” she asked, lips against your ear now.

You nodded again, breath stuttering. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Mmm, good girl.” she whispered, and her praise felt like warm honey pouring into your chest. “So polite. You always know just what to say.”

She leaned back slightly, guiding the toy down between your legs with one hand, her other arm wrapping behind your back to pull you gently into her. The slow press of it against your folds made you inhale sharply, but she stilled again.

“Shh, easy. We’ve got all the time in the world.” she said softly. “Look at me.”

You blinked up at her, already glossy-eyed.

“Breathe..” she reminded you, kissing your forehead. “You don’t have to be strong with me, baby. You don’t have to pretend. I’ll do everything. You just have to be mine.”

Your heart fluttered so hard it almost hurt. She started rocking her hips, the tip gliding through your slick folds, just enough friction to make your back arch, but she kept her motions lazy, unhurried.

“You feel that, sweetheart?” she whispered, kissing the corner of your lips. “That’s how wet you are for me. Always so ready for Daddy.”

You whimpered, hands clutching her biceps, grounding yourself.

“I love when you get like this..” Natasha continued, her voice thick with warmth. “All needy and sweet. Letting me in like I’m the only thing that matters. Like I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.”

“You are..” you whispered.

That stopped her for a beat. Her eyes flicked over your face, so full of love it made your chest ache, and then she kissed you, hard, cupping the back of your head with her palm. Not possessive, just full. Like she wanted to pour herself into you with nothing held back.

“God, you’re perfect.” she breathed against your lips. “And you’re mine.”

Then, slowly, so slowly,, she pushed in. You gasped, back arching, but her arms were already around you, holding you tight. Her lips peppered kisses along your jaw, down your throat, murmuring through every inch she gave you.

“That’s it. That’s it, baby. Taking me so good.” she whispered. “Look at how well you’re doing.”

You moaned softly, overwhelmed by the stretch, the warmth, the way she watched you, like you were holy.

“I’ve got you.” she promised. “Daddy’s got you. Always.”

And as her hips stilled, buried deep inside you, she didn’t move right away. She just held you. Pressed her forehead to yours. Let you breathe. Let you feel everything.

Her hips rocked, slow, rhythmic, dragging the strap in and out with steady control. Not rushing. Never rushing. Just feeling.

And listening. Each soft whimper that spilled from your lips made her chest rise a little harder, her eyes fluttering shut as she nuzzled her face deeper into your neck.

You felt her lips brush your skin, not kissing now, just resting there, as if your warmth alone was enough to keep her tethered.

Then came the sound. You clenched around her. A quiet gasp broke from her throat, her rhythm hitching just once as she exhaled against your neck, eyes closing tight. “Fuck, baby…”

You whimpered again, high and needy, arms wrapped tight around her shoulders, grounding yourself in the way she moved, the way she filled you just right.

“N-Natasha…!”

Her head lifted slowly. One hand slid into your hair, not rough, just firm enough to guide your eyes to hers. Her expression was soft, but there was something dark and molten underneath, something that made your stomach twist with heat.

She kissed you. Then murmured low against your lips, “That’s not my name in here, baby.”

You swallowed hard, your whole body shivering as you whispered, “S-Sorry, Daddy…”

“There you go.” She smiled. “That’s my good girl.”

Her hips kept moving, slow, controlled thrusts, the toy stroking against that perfect spot inside you every time. It was dizzying. Hypnotic. Your bodies slick with heat and sweat, breaths tangled together, hearts thudding in unison.

And Natasha was feeling everything. Your sounds. Your breath catching in your throat. Your fingers clawing gently at her back. Your legs shaking, trying to stay open for her.

She kissed your shoulder, her lips trembling just barely as she exhaled. “I can feel you getting close..” she whispered. “You’re so tight around me, baby…”

You moaned, broken, almost sobbing, and she shuddered, her own body trembling against yours.

“You sound so beautiful..” she murmured. “You always do right before you cum…”

Natasha rocked her hips in that same perfect rhythm, slow, steady, deep, and every motion had your breath stuttering, your body curling tighter into hers. The toy filled you with a fullness that made your thighs tremble, but it was her body, her voice, her that was unraveling you.

You couldn’t stop clinging to her. One arm wrapped tightly around her neck, your face buried in the crook of it, breath warm and shaky against her skin. The other hand reached for her thigh, gripping there, desperate for something solid, something grounding as your pleasure began to crest.

“Daddy…” you whispered against her skin, breath catching. And she melted. Her voice dropped into something low and so full of love, it was barely a whisper. “Hold on, baby. I’ve got you.”

She shifted just slightly, her thighs steady, her body completely surrounding yours. Then she took your hand, the one clutching at her thigh, and gently laced her fingers through it, pressing it down to the bed.

Not pinning you, but holding you. Letting you know she was right there, that she wasn’t letting go.

“You’re so good for me, Y/n..” she murmured, lips brushing against your ear. “So pretty like this. My perfect girl.”

Then her free hand slipped between your bodies, finding your clit with practiced ease. She rubbed in soft, firm circles, matching the slow thrust of her hips. The pressure was just right, not overwhelming, but enough to send a pulse of heat spiraling through your core.

You whimpered hard, eyes squeezing shut, your whole body trembling. Natasha kissed your jaw, your temple, her fingers tightening just slightly around yours.

“You’re getting so close, baby.”

“Y-Yeah..!” you gasped, hips twitching, legs beginning to shake. “I- I can’t-”

“Yes, you can.” Her voice was soft but firm, right in your ear. “You’re safe. I’ve got you. Cum for me, sweetheart. Let go.”

And with her voice holding you, her body wrapped around you, her fingers coaxing you just right-

You broke. The orgasm crashed over you, full and hot and deep. Your moan spilled into her neck as your whole body shook, clenching around her with wave after wave of pleasure. You gripped her hand tight, your voice cracking, eyes wet with the sheer intensity of how deeply you felt everything.

Natasha stayed right there, moving you through it, never letting go. Kissing your cheek as she whispered, “That’s it, baby…that’s my girl… so proud of you…”

And when your body finally stilled, when the trembles slowed, she didn’t pull away. She just stayed. Pressed against you, forehead to forehead, still holding your hand like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Because to her..it was.

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𓍯 ⸝⸝ JUST A BET ╱ L.HS ONESHOT

IN WHICH ✷ you bet heeseung that you can find him his perfect girl ∘ ∘ ∘ more

희승 x f!r ― f2l angst fluff && jealousy cursing kissing oc usage highschool au heeseung x oc (not the end relationship) ⨯ 5OO4

em's note ★ wouldn't be a banger if i DIDN'T include angst, actually kinda fw this one heavyyyy lawl, cause yall ever help your situationship get w someone else haha.. ha. ha.

ALL YOUR LIFE YOU HAD KNOWN LEE HEEESUNG TO BE STOIC TOWARDS GIRLS.

somehow it seemed that every girl in your school was in love with heeseung. of course, that was an exaggeration, but somehow every single pretty popular girl you knew would just get flat rejected by heeseung. 

a simple “sorry, i don’t like you like that,” would be all he was given and it was in no time that rumors spread that heeseung just wasn’t into girls given his track record.

at this point, you began to feel bad for the girls, even worse for him that he couldn’t find the one.  just how could you not like them though. they were even sweet and kind, and didn’t even have a bad personality.

everyone surrounding the two of you seemed to be in a relationship except him and you.

you, because you were hopelessly in love with your best friend, and heeseung, well because he just couldn’t seem to find the one and didn’t seem to care to find the one.

at first it started as a joke, when you were hanging out in your room supposedly, ‘studying,’ when you told him “you’re so picky with girls, let me set you up with someone,” 

heeseung had raised an eyebrow at your suggestion, a skeptical smirk tugging at his lips. “and you think you can find me the one?” he teased, crossing his arms back further against the chair near your desk, “haha, very funny y/n,”

“i know i can,” you shot back, your confidence only half-feigned. “you just need someone who gets you, and clearly, you’re incapable of finding her yourself.”

heeseung rolled your eyes at your bullshit statement, he wasn’t buying a single second of it.

“great so then what's my type huh?” he asked, clearly amused with your antics.

you paused, his question catching you off guard. “your type?” you repeated, stalling for time as you racked your brain trying to think of what his type was.

heeseung leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he smirked. “yeah, y/n. if you’re so sure you can find me ‘the one’, you must know what kind of girl i’m into.”

“oh, that’s easy,” you said quickly, refusing to let him see you falter. “someone smart, kind, sarcastic, funny—basically someone who can put up with your dumbass.”

heeseung raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “so... basically you?”

you blinked, feeling your face heat up at his unexpected comment. “what? no! i meant someone like me, not me specifically,” you clarified, trying to sound dismissive. “i mean sort of? but like, not me obviously, you know?” you tried chuckling to brush off any arising emotions. 

afterall, he’s just your best friend. and everyone knows, don’t fall in love with your best friend or else it gets messy.

he laughed, the sound light and teasing. “relax, y/n, i’m just messing with you. but seriously, if you think you’ve got this all figured out, prove it. find her.”

“fine,” you said, crossing your arms. “give me a week. i’ll find you someone who’s exactly your type, and you’ll be thanking me when you two ride off into the sunset together.”

“deal,” he said, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin. “but just so you know, if you can’t pull this off, i’m never letting you live it down.”

“and if i do?” you countered, narrowing your eyes at him.

heeseung thought for a moment before shrugging. “then i owe you. big time. whatever you want.”

“you’re going to regret that,” you said, smirking as you stood up and grabbed your bag.

“we’ll see,” heeseung called after you, his voice laced with amusement.

the two of you went back to actually doing work, however, your mind raced with a mix of determination and unease. finding someone for heeseung sounded simple enough in theory—but why did the idea of him falling for someone else feel like a knot tightening in your chest?

─── ♡

HONESTLY, YOU WERE CONSIDERING JUST NOT SETTING HIM UP WITH ANYONE AND ADMITTING FAILURE.

while it would hurt seeing him getting along with one of your friends and potentially going out with them, you figured your pride would hurt more if you didn’t win this stupid bet. 

stupid you, stupid bet, stupid stakes, stupid prizes.

though, you wouldn’t let your own feelings get in the way of trying to make your best friend find his forever girl. that wouldn’t be fair—to him, to the girls he might actually click with, or even to yourself. you told yourself you were doing this out of genuine care, that it wasn’t some half-hearted attempt to distract yourself from the feelings you’d been burying for years.

maybe, just maybe, seeing him happy with someone else would finally push you to let go. watching him smile the way he always did when he was truly at ease, only this time with someone else by his side, might be the catalyst you needed to accept what you’d been trying to avoid: that heeseung would never see you the way you saw him.

you sighed, scrolling through your contacts in search of someone who might fit the impossible checklist you’d mentally created for heeseung. someone funny, smart, patient, and—above all—someone who wouldn’t make your chest ache every time they laughed together.

surely, that would make things easier. seeing him in love—real love—might make you realize that you weren’t the one for him, and that was okay. or at least, that’s what you told yourself. maybe in the process, you’d learn how to untangle your heart from his, stop feeling the way you did whenever he flashed that lopsided grin at you or leaned in just a little too close during your late-night study sessions.

maybe, for once, you could finally move on with your life.

but the thought of it stung in a way you didn’t want to admit. because deep down, you weren’t sure if seeing him happy with someone else would mend the ache in your chest—or make it worse.

your finger hovered over a name, one of your mutual friends who you thought might work. yeorin. she was sweet, easygoing, and had mentioned in passing that she thought heeseung was cute.

perfect. just…not for you.

your chest tightened at the thought, but you ignored it, convincing yourself it didn’t matter. this wasn’t about you. it was about him. so you texted her, casually suggesting a group hangout and strategically arranging it so she and heeseung would have plenty of time to talk.

the hangout itself seemed to go fine—or so you told yourself. you kept a careful eye on them from across the room, watching as they exchanged polite smiles and small talk. it didn’t hurt, not really, but you couldn’t deny the odd feeling that settled in your stomach when you saw the way yeorin laughed at his jokes.

you couldn’t lie and say that you weren’t happy when heeseung reported back to you, that she just “didn’t match his vibe,”

when heeseung reported back to you the next day, you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t relieved when he shrugged and said, “she just didn’t match my vibe.”

you raised an eyebrow, masking the quiet satisfaction bubbling up in your chest. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“i don’t know,” heeseung replied, leaning back against the cafeteria table. “she’s nice and all, but it felt... off. like, there wasn’t anything to talk about,”

you masked your relief with quick witted jabs at him, with a chuckle, “maybe you’re the common denominator, and you’re just faulty.

he gave you a mock glare before cracking a smile. “yeah, or maybe she’s just not my type. you’re the expert here, aren’t you? isn’t it your job to figure this out?”

you laughed, though your mind was already racing to come up with the next plan. this wasn’t going to be easy. “okay,” 

─── ♡

YOU WERE CONTENT WITH TRYING AND FAILING, UNTIL YOU FAILED YOURSELF AND INTRODUCED HIM TO HER.

weeks of casual scouting, setting up dates with mutual friends that you knew were into him, and analyzing potential matches later, you finally introduced heeseung to her—a sweet, bright girl named hyejin from your calculus class.

you’d always thought she’d be perfect for him. she was kind, outgoing, and had that same quiet confidence that heeseung carried himself with. to your surprise (and mild horror), the two of them hit it off almost immediately.

they even looked good together, more so than you and him would ever.

you’d watched from a distance during the group outing you’d orchestrated, pretending not to care as heeseung and hyejin laughed together, their conversation flowing effortlessly. heeseung’s usual guarded demeanor had softened, and for the first time, you saw him genuinely invested in getting to know someone.

“you’re really good at this matchmaking thing,” your friend karina had whispered, nudging your side as she caught you watching them.

you forced a smile, brushing it off. “i guess so. he deserves to be happy, you know? thank god finally, hate that guy,” you attempted to joke, feeling your throat go dry.

karina hummed sensing your mock laugh, but kept quiet.

the final straw came during another hangout between the three of you, which was just you third wheeling on a date. hyejin had been running late, and while you and heeseung waited for her to arrive, he seemed distracted, checking his phone every few minutes.

“nervous or something?” you joked, nudging him with your elbow.

heeseung smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “no, just...i don’t want her to feel left out when she gets here.”

“she’ll be fine,” you assured him, forcing a smile. “she likes you, remember? you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

when hyejin finally showed up, the way heeseung’s face lit up was all the confirmation you needed. you watched as he stood up to greet her, his usually calm demeanor breaking into a soft, boyish grin that you’d never seen directed at you.

and that’s when it hit you—this wasn’t just a game anymore. this wasn’t about proving you could find him the perfect girl. this was real, and heeseung was slipping further away from you with every passing day.

you kept up the charade, though. every time heeseung mentioned her name, you smiled and encouraged him, offering advice or teasing him about being “whipped” already.

“she’s different,” he’d said one afternoon when the two of you were hanging out in the library.

“different how?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light even as your stomach twisted.

“i don’t know,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “she’s just...easy to talk to. i feel like she actually gets me, you know?”

you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “that’s great, hee. i’m happy for you.”

“guess you won our bet huh,” he joked, his full attention on texting hyejin back the second his phone lit up with a text from her.

“yeah. guess i did,” you hummed, too distracted to even fully register what he was saying anymore, too focused on the way his eyes lit up just seeing her text.

─── ♡

YOU FIGURED THAT WAS THE END OF YOU AND HIM.

and you weren’t wrong to think so. you couldn’t bare to see him with her. every single time you did, you felt like smashing your head into a locker just to push away the thought of how you just weren’t her.

plus who would want their talking phase hanging around his girl best friend, and it’s not even like she didn’t invite you to their hangouts. cause she did. and it hurt you more knowing that she was doing it because she didn’t mind that. 

because she was perfect, and she wasn’t two faced or anything like how you somewhere deep down hoped she was. you wished you could have a reason to hate her. but in reality, you hated her because you couldn’t find a reason to.

you started pulling away, not all at once, but little by little—enough for heeseung to notice, but not enough for him to call you out on it. you skipped out on hangouts with their new couple group, citing homework or vague excuses about being busy. when heeseung texted, you’d reply late, blaming it on being “swamped with assignments.” you even started sitting a few rows away in class, pretending not to notice when he looked for you.

but the truth was, you were avoiding him because being around him—around them—hurt more than you could handle.

you couldn’t tell which hurt more, talking to him, or not talking to him at all. both equally felt like you were ripping your heart out of your chest and stabbing it with a fork over, and over, and over.

the worst part was, heeseung still checked in on you. he’d send you little messages asking if you were okay, reminding you not to skip meals, and forwarding memes to make you laugh. it made it harder, knowing he still cared in some way, but it wasn’t the way you wanted.

the hardest pill to swallow was you only had yourself to blame it on. not heeseung, not hyejin, or any of your other friends that said they looked cute together.

“you’re being ridiculous, you know,” karina said one afternoon as the two of you sat in your usual spot in the library.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you muttered, not looking up from your notes.

karina sighed, shutting her book with a dramatic thud. “you’re avoiding heeseung like he has the plague. do you really think he hasn’t noticed?”

“he doesn’t care,” you lied, the words bitter in your mouth. “he’s got hyejin now. he doesn’t need me around.”

karina frowned, leaning closer. “that’s not true, and you know it. just because he’s dating her doesn’t mean he’s forgotten about you. you’re his best friend, y/n. don’t throw that away because you’re jealous.”

you flinched at her bluntness but didn’t deny it. you hated how transparent you were, how easily karina could see through the wall you were trying to put up.

“it’s not jealousy,” you said finally, though even you didn’t believe it. “i just... i need space, from him, thats all.”

karina sighed again, but she didn’t press further. fine. but don’t let this space turn into a permanent gap, y/n. he’s going to notice eventually, and it’s going to hurt him too.”

her words stayed with you long after she left. maybe she was right, but you couldn’t help thinking it was better this way. better to let the distance grow now, while he had hyejin to lean on, than to risk clinging to something you’d already lost.

even though they weren’t officially dating, they might as well have been in your head the way you had took a step back from your friendship between the both of them.

so you kept your distance, even as it killed you to do so. you weren’t losing him, because you never had him. because if heeseung was happy with her, then wasn’t that enough?

─── ♡

THE NEXT TIME YOU SAW HEESEUNG FACE TO FACE WAS AT ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE GROUP OUTINGS.

you’d tried to avoid it, of course, but karina dragged you along, claiming you needed to “stop being a hermit” and “face your feelings head-on.” despite your protests, you found yourself sitting in a crowded booth at a diner, stuck between karina and jake while heeseung and hyejin sat directly across from you.

the whole setup was a slow burn of torture. heeseung was his usual self—laughing, teasing jake, and making jokes that made everyone around him burst into giggles. but you noticed the way his attention kept drifting to you, how he’d glance your way every so often as if trying to gauge what you were thinking.

you tried your best to put on your strongest face at least for tonight. pretend that everything that was fine.

“you’ve been quiet tonight,” heeseung said suddenly, his voice cutting through the chatter.

you blinked, startled, as everyone’s eyes turned to you. “oh, uh, just tired,” you said, forcing a smile.

“y/n’s always tired,” jake chimed in, nudging you with his elbow. “or at least that’s her go-to excuse for everything.”

“it’s a good excuse,” you shot back, grateful for the distraction.

heeseung’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, something unreadable in his expression, before hyejin said something to him, and his attention shifted back to her.

as the night went on, you couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly hyejin fit into the group. she laughed at all the right moments, added just enough to the conversation without overshadowing anyone, and seemed to understand heeseung in a way that made your stomach twist.

you hated how perfect she was.

“gonna go pay,” you mumbled to karina, sliding out of the booth before anyone could stop you. might as well pick up the bill to make up for all the hangouts you had missed.

once at the front counter paying for your shitty overpriced meal, you looked at the mirror behind the counter, looking yourself in the eye.

“pull yourself together,” you muttered under your breath, closing your eyes taking a sigh, waiting for the people in front of you to finish paying.

when you opened your eyes, you noticed heeseung’s familiar figure behind you when you looked into the mirror. you looked him up and down from the side noticing how tense he seemed.

heeseung didn’t move. instead crossing his arms over his chest. “you’ve been avoiding me.”

you froze, your heart hammering in your chest. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

he raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “you barely text back, you skip out on plans, and now you won’t even look me in the eye. what’s going on, y/n?”

your throat tightened, and you looked away, pretending to focus on finding something in your bag, fumbling around with the chapstick, wallet, and candy wrapper still remnant in it. “nothing’s going on. you’re imagining things.”

“don’t do that,” he said, his voice softening. “don’t shut me out.”

you swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing down on you. for a moment, you thought about telling him the truth—about the jealousy, the hurt, and the feelings you’d been burying for years. but then you thought about hyejin, and how happy he seemed with her, and the words caught in your throat.

“i’m fine, heeseung,” you said finally, forcing a smile, looking him straight in the eye. “you don’t need to worry about me, go sit down at the table with karina, jake, and hyejin, i got the bill,”

“okay,” he said quietly. “but i’m here if you need me.”

as he left to go back to the table, your heart felt heavier than ever. because you knew you needed him. you just weren’t sure he needed you anymore.

─── ♡

THE DAYS THAT FOLLOWED WERE A BLUR OF AWKWARD SILENCES AND FORCED SMILES.

you continued to avoid heeseung as best as you could, half-heartedly pretending everything was fine, by smiling when you did happen to see him. but deep down, the weight of the distance between the two of you was starting to gnaw at you.

you couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t make specialized playlists about the breakup that never happened, since well. you were just never together. 

what surprised you the most was when hyejin asked you to go get coffee and chat. you weren’t close with her (or at least not anymore), and it confused you even more when she mentioned it would’ve just been the two of you. 

"hey," she greeted, her voice soft and calm. "glad you could make it."

“i just wanted to check in with you,” hyejin said, her eyes studying you with an understanding that made you feel both seen and vulnerable.

you slid into the seat across from her, still unsure of why she wanted to talk. "yeah i’m okay. what’s going on? you sounded like you really wanted to chat."

“well, it’s about…you,”

oh.

here's the part where she tells you that you need to stop being friends with heeseung and it’s getting in the way, and she’s not comfortable with him having extremely close female fri-

“thank you for introducing me to heeseung. he’s one hell of a guy, and so extremely kind. but, he’s not mine. i know it. i know his heart belongs to you,” she smiles, a grain of hurt coming from her voice, yet the way she grins, holding your hand in hers is more admirable than you could ever imagine.

you froze, your heart stopping for a moment. "what?" you managed to choke out, almost in disbelief. you couldn’t have heard her right. 

hyejin’s gaze softened, and she leaned in slightly, her voice quiet but firm. "y/n, I’ve seen it. the way he talks about you when you’re not around. it’s obvious. and i'm not blind to it. he’s been so incredibly worried that you’re pulling away, and it’s beyond just ‘worrying about a friend’,”

a cold wave of shock washed over you, mixing with a bitter sense of guilt that you hadn't known how to face. you felt like a coward. "but... but we’re just friends. we’ve been friends forever," you stammered, trying to keep your voice steady. “i didn’t want to get in between you two,”

hyejin squeezed your hand gently, her expression still calm but filled with understanding. "y/n, you're not getting in between us," she said softly. "i know you care about him, and i know you’re trying not to ruin anything, but heeseung’s been in love with you for a while now. i can see it just by the way he talks about you, even when he's not trying to." she laughs as though she’s recalling a memory from the back of her mind.

"and you? what about you? you’re okay with this?" you asked, your voice almost breaking. it was hard to ask, but you had to. you couldn’t go on pretending like everything was fine when she had been involved too.

hyejin smiled, soft and understanding. "you’re my friend, y/n. and i want what’s best for you. if that means giving up heeseung, then i’ll do it. you don’t have to worry about me. he’s not mine, and he never was. i’m just glad i got to meet someone like him, but he’s always been yours in a way. i already broke it off with him, we’re just friends now."

there was something in her words, a sense of grace and strength that you didn’t know she had, and it made you feel even more guilty for holding onto your feelings for so long. but it also gave you the push you needed. hyejin had let go, and maybe it was finally time for you to do the same.

"thank you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "i didn’t expect this... i didn’t expect you to be so understanding."

hyejin gave you a small, warm smile. "of course. just promise me one thing?"

"anything."

"don’t let fear stop you from going after what you want. you deserve to be happy, y/n. you really do."

you nodded slowly, feeling the weight of her words settle deep inside of you. there was still so much uncertainty, so many what-ifs, but for the first time in a long time, you felt ready to face them head-on.

─── ♡

NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT IT SEEMED.

as later that day, you found yourself sitting in your usual spot at the library, tapping your fingers against the table, waiting for heeseung. when he walked in, a casual smile on his face, your heart gave a little jump in your chest. but this time, it was different. you weren’t just happy to see him as a friend—you were hoping that maybe, just maybe, there could be more.

though, you knew from experience, it was better to not jump to conclusions and have high hopes.

he sat across from you, his usual laid-back demeanor in place, but there was something in his eyes that felt... different. maybe he was feeling it too. maybe he had been waiting for this moment just as much as you had.

"so," he said, leaning back in his chair, his voice light but with an undercurrent of tension, "what’s up? you seemed a little off the last time we talked."

“i need to apologize. to you.”

he nodded slowly, unsure of what you were going to say and how he’d react.

“i’m sorry for distancing myself after you and hyejin got close. i should’ve been happy for the two of you, i mean hell, i set the two of you up, but i couldn’t find it in myself to.” you took a deep breath, pausing. 

"because," you continued, your voice wavering slightly, "i was too focused on my own feelings. i didn’t realize how much it was affecting me until i saw you two together. and honestly, i felt like i was losing you, even though i knew i had no right to. i let my jealousy get the best of me, and i shouldn't have." you looked down at the table, tapping your index finger to distract your hands from doing something stupid.

“y/n i-” he began to respond, not missing a beat. you shook your head before beginning again. “i need to do this for myself,” you mumbled.

“truth is, when i set you up with people, i figured i just needed to get over loving you, and i obviously didn’t see myself fit as i was just your best friend. thing is, i just didn’t get over loving you and i pushed myself away out of fear of fucking things up, i’ve been an asshole and haven’t been giving you the respect and kindness you or hyejin deserve, and i’m sorry. i completely understand if you still like her, but i just need to get it out there,” you gave some sort of snort, before exhaling now that everything is out. 

heeseung’s expression softened, and he took a deep breath, letting out a small sigh as he processed your words.

“can i speak now?” he asked softly. you slowly looked up and nodded, taking in the expression on his face, unable to clearly make out what would fall out of his mouth next.

heeseung leaned forward slightly, his eyes intense yet gentle as he searched yours for a moment, as if trying to make sure you were ready for what he was about to say.

“i never wanted to make you feel like you were just my best friend," he began, his voice steady but laced with something deeper. "i’ve always known how much you mean to me, and i’ve always cared about you more than i ever let on.”

 a knot formed in your stomach as his words sank in.

“the truth is, i was just as afraid as you. afraid of ruining everything between us. afraid of messing things up, because what if you didn’t feel the same way? what if we couldn’t go back to being just... us?” he continued, his gaze unwavering. 

“so i tried to convince myself that i didn’t feel what i felt for you. i never really dated anyone else, hoping that maybe there was still something between us. then, when you started setting me up with your friends, i thought maybe i just needed to move on, to let go of what i felt for you. but no matter what, it never went away.”

you blinked, feeling like your world had just shifted ever so slightly, as if everything that had been buried was slowly coming to the surface. "so, what are you saying?" you asked, barely above a whisper, your voice shaking slightly with the weight of it all.

heeseung gave you a soft, almost hesitant smile. "i'm saying that i want to stop pretending. i want to stop running away from this... from us." he paused, his eyes softening. "i’ve always wanted you. and if you’ll have me, i want to try. i don’t want to hold back anymore."

you took a breath, feeling the tightness in your chest slowly dissolve as you let his words settle over you. "okay," you whispered, your heart pounding as you squeezed his hand. "let's do this."

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YOU’D SPENT THE NEXT FEW DAYS HANGING OUT WITH HIM LIKE OLD TIMES

sometimes you’d catch him glancing at you in a way you couldn’t quite place, and other times, he’d drop little remarks that seemed to hint at something more than just friendship. as if you hadn’t already established you were beyond friends. just…not exactly what type of relationship you had.

one evening, as you were both sitting on your rooftop, watching the sun dip below the horizon, heeseung nudged your shoulder with his own.

“so, this is weird, huh?” he said, voice low.

you laughed softly, nodding. “just a little. but we’ll figure it out.”

“yeah,” he agreed, his voice a little softer. “i think we already have.”

you turned to look at him, meeting his gaze. there was something in his eyes—a mix of vulnerability and certainty—that made your heart race. it wasn’t that he hadn’t always been a little guarded, but there was a clarity now. as if you were both stepping into something new, together.

heeseung leaned in a little further, his breath warm against your cheek. you could feel his eyes searching yours, looking for confirmation, for something more than words.

“you still want to try this?” he murmured.

without thinking, you reached up to place your hand gently against his cheek. “yeah. i think i do.”

the space between you closed, with his lips on yours, and for the first time in a long while, everything felt right.

@ coqhee 2025. all rights reserved.

[littlelovelunette]

Bear The Symbol

Contains suggestive themes, amab!Ambessa, cock warming, spanking, manhandling, knife play & blood play, masochistic!r, mentions of anal, breeding.

It had been one intense day of training for Ambessa. You saw the way her muscles had strained when she trained with her soldiers, sweat glazing her pretty, scarred back muscles. You watched with your jaw on the floor from the side because Ambessa always told you to remain back and be pretty for her.

Whatever the case was, you couldn't help feeling turned on by the way she was easily manhandling her people. You kind of wished it was you underneath her big, imposing frame. You watched as she slammed one of them down, the floor almost shaking from the force of the fall. You grinned to yourself, not because you took sadistic pleasure in seeing her soldier get beat up in the spar, but because you had a good view of Ambessa's butt from where you were.

Your thighs shifted rubbing against one another in a desperate attempt to get friction. You thought perhaps Ambessa hadn't seen that from the corner of her eyes. Oh, but the wolf sees everything.

After the spar was over, Ambessa walked to you taking the towel from your hands and hastily dabbing at the sweat on her brow. “Having fun watching, my dear?” Ambessa gave you a slow, knowing smirk.

You blushed but then nodded shamelessly. “Yeah.” Your voice came out slightly choked, and Ambessa knew very well why. You always had a thing for how big Ambessa was compared to you. Her hand could easily engulf your entire waist when you both dance together. It was oddly romantic to you too, because Ambessa was your protector at all costs.

You felt her hand reaching the back of your neck slowly, pulling you closer to herself. You swallowed and your eyes remained fixed on hers, lips parting in instinct. You just knew it. Ambessa pressed her lips against yours in a brief but loving kiss.

Ambessa took you to the private quarters, kissing and pulling at your clothing from time to time. Your arms were draped over her shoulders as you lazily kissed her. Your tongue lolled wherever she pushed it with hers, mouth open and salivating at the taste of Ambessa's lips.

You loved this woman so damn much. So damn much that it was overwhelming sometimes. Ambessa didn't stop the kiss, not even when you moaned for air. If anything her grasp around your waist tightened further after that, pulling you closer to her as if eager to merge bodies with you.

“You can't be doing this to me all the time when you know I have a battle to strategize.” Ambessa whispered against your lips, her hot breath tickling your face. You averted your gaze in guilt. You didn't want to keep her from her work knowing how important it was for her. She had a title to maintain, an empire to build, a family to protect. Ambessa noticed your dejected face, cradling the side of your face.

“But I'm sure I can still make time for us.” Ambessa added, thumb rubbing your cheek.

When Ambessa said she'd make time for you, you had expected anything and everything. But you didn't expect to be seated on her lap, needy pussy clenching around her fat cock as you cockwarmed her. “Such a good girl.” Ambessa cooed every now and then, fingers trailing over the maps as she strategized.

She was patient with everything she did and this was no exception, having you on her lap cockwarming her wasn't the daily practice for her but Ambessa enjoyed watching as you squirmed due to your sensitive pussy leaking arousal around her. Ambessa pressed a kiss to your neck before she wrote something down, peering over the map with her golden eyes fixed with concentration.

You had no idea how Ambessa was still so focused and concentrated in her work while you were on her lap, your warm gummy walls clenching around her girthy length. You let out a small, impatient sound of desperation. Ambessa wasn't too unfamiliar with it, she knew you wanted her to pound you raw with her cock. But for now, this had to suffice. “My sweet child,” Ambessa said, eyes never leaving the papers, “You can see I'm busy and you know very well I won't ignore your needs, but you have to hold patience.”

You flushed but then pouted, looking ahead at the map and fixing it with a glare instead. After a while of simply being seated onto her lap with the sole purpose of keeping her shaft warm, you began getting fussy.

You moved, grinding your cunt down on her cock and that caused her length to dig deep. Ambessa, although didn't react too deeply, pursed her lips and glanced at your squirming form. “Hold still, dear.” She said in a warning tone causing you to halt your movements.

But that wasn't for long, after you saw her get distracted by the paperwork you started moving again. Ambessa tolerated it for about twenty minutes before her resolved snapped, she closed the book she was using with a snap. Your head jerked to the sound and soon, Ambessa pinned you down on the desk.

You were bent over her desk with your ass in the air, Ambessa's thick length pressing against your ass coating it with slick and precum. Your hands were held back by one of Ambessa's, your cheek pressed against the polished wood of the desk.

“I've had enough of your provocation.” Ambessa smacked your ass making you whimper. You shook your ass, ass cheeks jiggling as you tried to get some friction where she hit. It stung. Ambessa smacked your ass again, “I get it, you're a little cumslut but I didn't know your sex drive was so… insatiable.” Ambessa said, her tone dripping with condescension.

“I just need you.” You said, your tone bordering on pathetic. You knew how needy you sounded when you phrased it like that but you didn't care. It was partially Ambessa's fault for dragging you out of bed that early to watch her spar while looking that attractive. Not to mention, she was the one who took you back to the private quarters for a heated makeout session and now you were forced to cockwarm her? It was simply unfair! “Please.” You pleaded. “I need you badly. You've been teasing me since the morning. I can't take it anymore.” You jiggled your ass at her again, rubbing your ass cheeks against her shaft.

Ambessa sighed, hand coming to knead the plush mounds. “Dear child. You need to learn patience. I won't deny your accusations but you should've been more patient.” Ambessa paused before adding, “I guess it can't be helped.” With a single thrust, she was deep in your pussy.

You gasped, mouth open as you drooled over the table. You could feel Ambessa's length twitch inside your pussy and she smacked your ass again. You yelped, wincing in pain when you felt her knead the bruise forming on your butt. “You're too dumb for self control.” Ambessa’s voice was low and degrading as she bottomed out inside your wet cunt, your clit throbbed. You needed her.

“Please, Ambessa.” You whimpered, thrusting back to get more inside your pussy. You needed her to fuck you silly, fuck you until all you could think of was her dick. Only then you'd be satisfied. You felt Ambessa's hand slip from your ass and pinch your clit. Your body jerked a little but then you stilled, “Spread yourself.” Ambessa said and you complied, your hands reached back and pulled your ass cheeks apart to reveal your tiny asshole and pussy filled with cock.

Ambessa's thrusts were brutal, so brutal that you swore you felt her cock-head rubbing against your cervix. You cried out loudly, gripping your own skin apart, hands still holding your ass cheeks. Ambessa spat at your asshole, smearing her spit all over the twitchy little hole. “Look at you. I bet you need me to fill your ass too, don't you?”

Ambessa rubbed your rear hole before you suddenly heard the whooshing sound of her dagger being unsheathed. You let go of your ass and looked at her, big round eyes filled with fear. Ambessa chuckled. “I won't hurt you.” Ambessa paused before adding. “Not that badly.”

You felt the searing pain of the blade on your skin. Your back to be specific. You felt Ambessa dragging the blade across your skin, carving the emblem of the Medarda family on your back. “It hurts. It hurts.” You sobbed but she didn't stop. “Patience, dear. Patience.” Ambessa said. She could feel you clenching around her cock and getting wetter due to the pain.

“What a masochist.” Ambessa thought as she finished carving the emblem, her right hand dropped the blade beside you and pressed the wound making you jerk. “Hurts!”

She rubbed the blood around as she started thrusting, left hand smacking your ass and grabbing your waist.

You were a babbling, drooling mess on the table as blood trickled from the wound on your back. Ambessa's thrusts never relented, you moaned loudly and the words were incoherent. Something between “It hurts” and “Please, more”. Your legs were shaky and barely able to hold your own weight, you relied completely on the table to support yourself.

Ambessa’s pace hastened a little and you knew she was close, all it took for you was to squeeze her cock again with your pussy and you felt her ejaculate inside, the warm seed filling you up. “I-I love you…” you said before eventually passing it there on the table, face stuck to the wood, and bleeding.

[f14fun]

pixelated love (!simmer x mv1) - chapter 1

synopsis: in which the famous three time world champion max verstappen wants to learn how to play the sims 4. except, he doesn't really know how to. so what does he do, search up a youtube tutorial. low-and-behold, y/n's video is the first he watches.

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yourusername: the infamous sims 4 tutorial is official out on yt 🔐😈💟 (pls guys u spammed my dms so hard for this one i was SWEATING editing 🙄🙄)

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user1: QUEEEN TYYY FOR THIS VIDEO

user2: me when y/n releases a new video 🫠🫠😵💦💦

yourusername: now... ayo...

yourusername: (in the dms only, we talked about this guys...)

user3: pookie your so hawt hahaha (viscerally sweating)

yourusername: just u, babes xxx

user4: LMFAO in the video where she goes "wow, i didn't know you could make boobs this big in cas (create a sim), huh..."

user5: HOLLERINGGG, she said that?! ☠️☠️

user4: YUPPP. then she preceded to say, "mmm, mommy milkers"

user6: she is not real this is insane 😵😵😭

user4: what makes it even funnier is that there is always some type of smooth jazz playing in the background, so every time she says unhinged shit its accompanied with the most nonchalant whatever music 🫨🫨

user7: literally this is why she is my fav simmer ytber 4 reallz

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user8: DID YOU GUYS SEE MAX WATCH HER VID ON STREAM LMAO??!

user9: OMG YES I DID IT WAS SO FUNNY

user10: wait pls fill me in max who

user10: is he some gamer?

user8: LMAO not really ☠️

user8: we r talking about max verstappen, he's an f1 racer who occasionally games

user9: tbf he seems to game and sim race more than he actually races 😭😭😭

user10: ahhh ic

user10: wait so then what was he doing watching mother y/n's video 👁️👁️

user8: he was trying to learn how to play the sims 4, so ig he clicked on the first tutorial on yt and it j happened to be her video 😍🫠

user11: omg it's the girl max watched on stream yesterday, she was hella funny im ngl

user12: wait yeah, she's so pretty in this post

user13: GIRL MAX WAS SIMPING OVER U SO BAD YESTERDAY

user14: FR DOWNBAD.

yourusername: max you say... drop his @ 😁😁

user13: @/maxverstappen1

user15: girl you are NAWT ready for the shit u r ab to go thru w the formula one community

yourusername: wait he's a formula one racer???

user15: GIRL PLS GOOGLE HIM I BEG

user15: UR GOING TO LEARN SM AB UR FUTURE HUSBAND

user17: HUSBAND? let's gatekeep our wife, shall we

user18: @/maxverstappen1 @/maxverstappen1 @/maxverstappen1

user19: @/maxverstappen1 i found the woman of ur dreams 😈

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