#I have no exams left and can finally rest on my days off from work

[rrxindrops]

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[abbyromanoff]

Can I request an omegaverse where R is a beta but when she meets Alpha! Agatha, R’s body changes and become in omega! R?

Please 🥺

SAY YES TO HEAVEN

PAIRINGS: Agatha Harkness x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,832

WARNINGS: ABO universe, smut, car sex, handjobs, breeding, multiple orgasms, creampies, marking, possessiveness, praise, degrading, think that’s all :))

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Agatha never intended to fall in love with someone like you, someone who wasn’t part of her kind. You were a beta, failing to fit in with the majority of society and often finding yourself as an outcast to most, but that only seemed to make your girlfriend fall harder.

You tried to understand what her role as an Alpha meant and the fact that she was destined to be with an Omega, something you weren’t but now wish you could be. She wasn’t like any of the Alpha’s you came across, she cared about more than sex and saw you as a human being, not just a piece of meat to use and throw away once she was done.

But eventually, over the course of nine months, you noticed changes in your body. It started out small when you noticed a growing heat in your lower region, but you assumed it was natural. Then when she was stroking your face, her fingers pumping deep inside of you, an almost purr-like noise left your gaping mouth. You could tell the effect it had on her as well, she had been waiting to hear her partner release such sounds of pleasure.

Then came the need, it was more than ever before, even looking in the woman’s eyes caused a throb to erupt on your clit. What was happening? You didn’t know, which meant you did the only logical thing and visited your doctor.

Agatha offered to take you to the appointment after you informed her of your emotions and physicalities as of late. She had been sensing it too, your smell felt like it was pulling her in, and the urge to claim you as hers only grew.

“It’s going to be alright, my love. If anything happens I’ll be right there with you.” Her words and sweet smile seemed to ease the shaking of your leg before a knocking was placed on the door. The older woman stepped through with what seemed to be an irritated look, she must’ve had a long day, you thought.

“So, tell me, Y/N, what seems to be the problem today?” Came her voice after a few minutes of small talk. A blood-pressure pump was wrapped around your arm and had been squeezing tighter and tighter, cutting off your circulation before you slowly gained it back after release.

“Well, uhm,” Agatha gave you a reassuring look. “I’ve been noticing- the both of us have, actually that there seems to be a change in my body lately and I don’t really know what to do or what it could mean.” You explained, receiving a hum from the doctor as she continued to type on her laptop.

“Mm, and your wife here- is she also a beta?” You blushed at the title she gave your girlfriend and noticed she shared the same reaction.

“Uh, my girlfriend is not a beta, no. She’s actually an alpha.” Her eyebrows rose before shaking it off, but you were used to the reaction, it wasn’t considered normal to see a pair like you together.

“Alright, I think it’s best if I perform a thorough exam, just to be safe. Why don’t you take off your clothes and I’ll be right back.”

The rest of the exam went considerably well, but it almost pained your partner seeing the professional place their hands on your body, on her body. You were hers, it felt almost predatory how much possessiveness could be caused by such a small act.

But when the painfully long wait finally came to an end, you were greeted with the news you had been starting to expect, your body was developing to match your mate’s, you were forming the traits of an omega.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, it’s actually much more common than you think.” The doctor tried to persuade you, but your mind was still swirling a mile a minute. When earning nothing but silence from your end, Agatha spoke for you.

“Uh, thank you, Miss, we appreciate your help.” She left with a nod and the two of you soon left after her, Agatha secretly smiling to herself as she opened the car door for you.

“You know, it’s really not that bad if you think about it.” There were barely any cars in the parking lot besides yours, most likely because they were nearing closing hours.

“Are you really that upset about this?” She didn’t understand why you kept your head in your hands while leaning forward, did you not want to be her omega?

“I’m not upset, I’m just-” You couldn’t finish as a small whine left you, not quite quiet enough to slip by her listening ears.

“Then tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, baby.” She tried to bring herself closer to you in hopes of getting a hold of you, only to feel your lips being placed on hers in a hurry. You used both hands to grasp harshly at her cheeks, already starting to climb over the dashboard as you found comfort on her lap.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I’ve just been needing you so bad this week. I’ve been thinking about how nice it would be to have your marking, to finally be your omega.” You kissed hastily down her neck and near her jawline, letting yourself leave purple hints that some may suspect were bruises, luckily, purple was her favorite color.

“And then she told me what I’ve been waiting to hear, and I knew I just needed to have you as soon as possible.” Your arms wrapped around her shoulders as your hips started a grinding motion, all previous nerves disappearing as you got lost in a trance of overwhelming pleasure.

“There- someone could see us…” She mumbled, not being able to stop the moans that flew out of her. You were coming in perfect contact with her length, she was becoming just as desperate as you.

“I don’t fucking care, let them see. I thought you wanted people to know I’m yours, has that changed?” Your head was thrown back as her hands came in contact with your waist, causing the pace you started to quicken to her liking.

“Don’t fucking tease me, Y/N.” The way your name spilled out of her mouth in a haunting whisper sent shivers down your spine and caused goosebumps to erupt over your entire being. Your chuckle drove her mad as she pressed her mouth against your exposed neck, leaving stains of her lipstick across the layers of your skin.

“Or what? You’ll fuck my brains out, hm?” Your nimble fingers trailed down to her pants that were harboring a small wet patch. You reached for her belt and untangled it loosely, tossing it in the back before unzipping her khakis. She decided to help you and lifted her hips before lowering her bottoms, her erect cock coming to show and you nearly drooled at the sight.

“I need you inside me so fucking bad, you have no idea.” You stroked her rapidly, feeling her pre-cum drench your hand.

“That’s it, just like that.” She whimpered soundlessly, almost inaudible.

“Oh, yes! Y- you’re doing such a good job, such a good fucking girl.” You smirked teasingly before leaving a lingering kiss on her lips, letting her chase back in hopes of feeling you once again.

“Aren’t I giving you enough? Or is this not enough for your greedy little cock?” You fauxed a pout of sympathy, laughing to yourself when she thrusted into your enclosed hand.

“Awh, it’s so cute seeing you like this, so needy and distressed. I think I know how to fix that.” You brought her fingers against your inner thigh, slowly dragging it closer and closer to your heat. Feeling you through your tight jeans wasn’t enough, she felt as though she would die if she couldn’t feel you.

“Get in the back,” She stated firmly. “Now!” You nodded, a sudden act of submission that brought you by surprise. She followed soon after, smiling as you started discarding yourself of your clothing.

“You’re so perfect, and all fucking mine.” Her lips wrapped around your nipple, the bud hardening the harsher she sucked.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” It wasn’t a request as it was a statement. Her mouth fell upon your neglected breast as she lined herself up with your entrance, there was no need for foreplay as you were already dripping, it nearly brought shame seeing just how wet you were.

“Please, please- ah! Oh, God!” Her face contorted into pleasure as your warmth surrounded her, she felt like she was going to collapse at any given moment.

“Shh, the only one who gets to hear your moans is me, you got that?” You nodded, unable to form words as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Her head stuck in your neck as she cried, sensing her orgasm approaching. The previous acts only edged her further, but now with your walls clamping around her, she knew there was no hope in stopping herself.

“So fucking tight! Oh, fuck, I-I’m gonna cum inside you. Can I cum, baby?” You could hear the pure want and desire looming in her breath and knew you couldn’t deny her.

“Yeah, just- please cum inside me, I want your pups, Aggie.” Your breasts were pressed together and your legs wrapped around her ass, pressing her closer into you in hopes she’d be able to thrust even deeper.

“C’mon, Alpha, give me your pups.” Her release emptied deep inside of you, causing you to groan in satisfaction. She painted your walls white and you enjoyed every second of it, and so did she.

“You feel so good, I need more.” She didn’t halt her movements, no matter the overwhelming shock that coursed through her veins.

“You’re gonna cum with me, okay? Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yeah.” She pulled herself up and grasped onto your hips, pulling you in even further as your legs clenched even tighter around her.

“You see that? That’s how deep I am inside of your needy little cunt.” She pressed against the bulge appearing on your stomach with a wicked grin, pulling you by the back of your neck so your vision lined up with her. You moaned at the sight, reaching out to interlace her hand with yours on the newfound interest.

“Shit, you’re so deep.” There was no warning when her cum shot deep inside of you, some oozing out and dripping down to your butt. You took it as permission to let go, soaking in the orgasmic state you shared.

“This is all I’ve ever wanted, my love, you’re gonna look so precious carrying my babies.” You connected your lips in a hungry kiss, refusing to pull away until you both were gasping for air.

“I- I don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop, you don’t know how badly I want to mark you right now.”

[catiuskaa]

music to my ears —bf!chan thoughts

A/N: the bf!thoughts series is finished! I’m so happy I could finish it. I had so much fun coming up with these lil scenarios. Feel free to check them all out, they’re all linked in my masterlist!

(because he’s so gentle and so lively and represents the embodiment of the word «comfort» ㅠㅠ<3)

chan, who’s thrilled to hear that his partner, you, enjoys rap and music with almost as much passion as him.

chan, who often takes you to the studio, sometimes with the rest of the kids, others just him and you, perhaps 3racha too, and asks your opinion from time to time, shoving aside your several comments regarding your lack of knowledge in the field.

chan, that one day randomly approaches you as you get out of the shower, puppy eyes shyly staring at you like everytime he does when he wants to ask you a favour. You smile, not putting pressure in him.

chan, who finally mutters that he heard you sing in the shower, and claims that your voice fits perfectly on something that he has been working on, wondering if you’d be up to try out recording!

chan, who teaches you in the booth how to sing so that the mic catches your voice better, who explains the pace, the breathing, the tone, the exact way he wants you to deliver your short lyrics, yet showing how much the smallest details matter to him.

chan, who, as he does with the rest of the members, turns on the mic so you can hear him giggle when your voice cracks.

chan, who happily encourages your shenanigans, letting you sing any lyrics that come up to mind as you quickly end up comfortably laughing and following his guidelines, your cheeks red and hurting from smiling and laughing so much.

chan, who stares at you more than at the computer screen —where he should actually be looking—, snorting when he notices that his headphones look too big on your head, one of your hands holding them in place as you sing.

chan, who blushes, sheepish smile with dimples on display when you spot him staring, and you tease him, muttering through the mic. “jagi, you’re staring. Am I that bad?” You joke, and he giggles, hiding his face behind his hands in a timid manner, never getting tired of your humour.

chan, who makes you step out of the recording booth, takes his big headphones off of you and plants a loving smooch on your lips.

chan, who after several recordings, changes your contact on his phone as “my worldstar<3.”

(short take on chan thoughts because it’s chan, idk, and besides, I HAVE ONLY ONE EXAM LEFT UGH I AM SO HAPPY)

spicy bonus: chan, who one day, recording back at home for funsies suggested the idea of recording something more… funny. (and ended up hearing your moans in stereo)

[marasmadness]

Can you write BDSM dark!Jennifer Jareau x Reader who is a college student and they meet like randomly. Reader has a heart of gold and can’t see jjs dark side. And JJ js like obsessed with her.

“When you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect?” || Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

CW: slight age gap (college sophomore reader x TA JJ), obsession, stalker behavior, smoking and drinking, possessive behavior, smoking & drinking, jealousy, smut, hair pulling, begging, degradation, she’s kind of mean ngl, ahem anyways …

"If anyone would like extra review for the final exam, JJ will be available during office hours this week to offer any assistance you might need,” your forensics teacher announced to the room, pointing to the graduate student acting as his TA for the semester. You had gotten to know her a bit and frequently spent office hours with her that started out as going over work but often drifted into gossip or other unrelated discussions. She typically wore her long blonde hair in a loose braid that fell down her back. You admired her intelligence greatly. Her ability to analyze communication and media publications, part of her specialty, was enticing to watch.

Many of the students in the class were already filtering their way out of the lecture hall, ready to crash after their last class of the day. You lingered for a moment so you could scribble down the times you could go find JJ later before eventually running out. J.J. caught your eye as you approached the door. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her lips drew up into a smile, and she curled her fingers with a wave in your direction. You waved back quickly, watching her cross her arms over her chest as you left.

On your way back to the dorms, you flipped your hand over to see the times scrawled in pen on your skin. You figured it would be nice to see her as soon as possible and wanted to make it to her first available time. That gave you enough time to race back to your room, switch out your supplies, and maybe take a breath for a few moments.

You popped into your room, sharing a brief small talk with your roommate, who was on her way out to the library, but you were back out again as fast as you were in. JJ could always be found in the office of the professor she worked under. She had held many roles under his authority and not only depended on her but trusted her as well, so at this point, a part of the workload and part of the office basically belonged to her.

When you got there, the door was only up a crack, so you knocked and tentatively peeked your head in. JJ looked up from the pile of papers she was grading at her small desk in the corner and swiped her fallen bangs out of her face. "Hey hon, came just for me?” She teased, setting aside her papers as she turned her full attention to you.

You laughed, setting your notes down and pulling up a chair across from her. Before you could sit down, she dragged the chair onto her side of the desk, patting the seat. "Here, just so I don’t have to read your notes upside down. She smiled innocently, waiting for you to take your place beside her. Once you had settled yourself, you flipped through the pages of analysis and calculations in front of you, running your finger across the blue ink as you explained yourself. JJ occasionally leaned over to stop you, correcting a small error or elaborating on a concept you didn’t entirely understand beyond the basics of it. When she did, she rested her hand on your lower back, and she leaned in close enough that you inhaled the subtle scent of her vanilla perfume. You found it harder to focus under her touch but thought little of it.

Your phone kept buzzing on the table, and you were quick to flip it over, typing out a quick response. JJ silently grew annoyed. After a few too many messages shot back and forth, her eyebrows furrowed, and she poked around for information. "Who needs to get in touch with you that badly?” She spoke dryly but quickly laughed it off.

"Oh, sorry, I’m just looking for an apartment for next year. I’m going to check out an apartment with a friend later."You trailed off as you squinted at your screen before setting it down and refocusing your attention on JJ.

JJ sat tensely on the desk in front of you. Her face was in its usual soft and charming smile, which kept you distracted from any other of her mannerisms. While she was adept at detecting others' slight movements and tells, she was also scarily good at covering her own. “Which friend?”

“ Lola.”

JJ’s face soured at the name. There had been the slightest bit of shared feelings between you and Lola earlier in the year, but aside from a single night with "no strings attached,” nothing had happened. Whatever could’ve happened between the two of you evaporated, and you remained distant friends—that is, until you ran into her getting coffee and she discovered that you were also looking for an apartment. She suggested that the two of you look for one together; you had already been roommates freshman year, and it would be worth it to split the rent. JJ had been the one you discussed your fleeting on and off feelings with, always being an attentive listener, but JJ didn’t like her. She didn’t tell you that, but she was also far from gushing over her that you kind of got the hint.

"Oh, well, if a place is all you need, baby, then you could stay with me. My roommate is finishing her master’s this semester, and I’ll have an empty room,” JJ suggested, eager to interrupt the idea of you and Lola living together.

You didn’t think she was serious at first. She was at a much different place in her life, getting ready to head into the FBI while you weren’t even sure what you wanted to do yet. She was like a mentor to you. She had always been supportive and became a great confidante. Maybe you would be better off with her than Lola. Why would JJ suggest it if it wasn't a good plan? "That's sweet. I’m still going to go check out the place with her tonight, but if anything falls through, I’ll consider it."

JJ watched you attentively, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth as you packed up your things. Your phone kept buzzing on the desk, and she grew subtly more frantic as you were getting closer to leaving. "Hey, would you mind grabbing my phone? It’s under the papers on that filing cabinet.” She pointed across the room while her other hand drifted to her back pocket. You turned around and started digging through the stacked papers she had directed you to. JJ smoothly pulled out her phone from where she had felt its weight in her back pocket the entire time you had been here and snapped a photo of the two addresses appearing on your home screen from Lola. Knowing you would quickly turn around without her phone, she stood up quickly out of her chair that had been squeaky all semester and dropped her phone under her desk.

You turned around, ready to tell her that you didn’t see it, but she was already crouched on the ground, plucking it up off the floor underneath her desk. "Nevermind, I found it. I must have dropped it.” She smiled vacuously, in a way that only fooled strangers, unaware of her intelligence.

"Oh, good! Thank you so much for your help. I’ll see you in class Friday.” You waved on your way out as JJ called out a goodbye while crossing her legs and rocking slightly in her chair. As soon as the door closed with a click, her face fell into a look of cold determination, and she switched taps on her laptop. Typing in the address, her lips curled upward at the information she found. It was a fairly new apartment complex, right outside the school’s campus, meaning there would be plenty of showings going on and people in and out all day long.

She put the address into her phone and parked at the convenience store next door. It was surprisingly easy to slip into a side door that was left open for construction workers working on the other half of the building. She had been fully prepared to go in, flirt with whoever would fall for it in the lobby, and hope it worked out.

Afraid of being stuck in an elevator with someone who might catch on to the fact that she wasn’t supposed to be here, she opted to take the stairs up to the third floor. She found that apartment number that you’d be touring in half an hour and passed it, slipping into the empty one next door. As she passed other rooms, she was relieved to see that other apartments in the hallway were already occupied by residents. Her plan instantly became more believable.

She shut the door behind her, surveying the room. The heels of her boots clicked across the wooden floors, echoing in the unfurnished place. Walking up the thin wall that would soon separate you, she placed her hand up to it. Knocking raptly, she smiled when she heard the echo on the other side. JJ had heard every step and creak from her neighbors in her first apartment. The echo guaranteed that you would experience the same when you arrived with Lola. Even the thought of the girl left a sour taste in JJ’s mouth, causing her to grit her teeth.

Sliding down the wall, she sat beside the vent. Digging through her purse, she picked out a pack of cigarettes and a small red lighter. She wasn’t a frequent smoker but had a history of using one or two when her emotions overwhelmed her to the point where they made her sick to the stomach; Or, in this case, they were simply convenient. A lot of her plan relied on small details working in her favor. Since she arrived, every time part of her plan was reassured, her body relaxed with an increase in confidence. The second she approached the wall, she recognized the smell of new paint. The walls of the room she was in were dusty in beige paint, along with visible chips and dents. It was not newly painted, but a newer room just about to be shown to potential clients? Would be. Sound and scent both went through the walls. It was all she needed.

She occasionally heard footsteps pass and then fade away, but nobody bothered to stick their heads into a room that was supposed to be empty. She dully entertained herself by watching the clouds of smoke that left her lips. She had always paid close attention to every personal detail that had left your mouth, including your subtle complaints about everything smelling of smoke when you had been sharing a room with Lola.

Her attention peaked when she heard a trio of footsteps and two familiar voices outside the door. She quickly pushed herself up off the floor, rolling her eyes at the sound of Lola’s raspy voice, followed by your laughter. Wandering into the small kitchen area, she boosted herself up onto the counter and placed her phone against the wall. She hit play, sending music blasting from her so loudly that it vibrated against the wall. A grin flashed across her face at the grating sound. She had picked a playlist of music she hadn’t listened to since she was seventeen and very angry.

She lingered in the place for about fifteen minutes and could hear you and Lola being shown around the place, but not well enough to comprehend what anyone was saying. She could follow your voices, knowing when you got closer to the door. Her hope peaked at the quickness with which you were in and out of the apartment, under the assumption that you had disliked it. She waited five minutes after hearing you leave to exit out of the building the exact way she had entered, grinning to herself as she drove off to the next address she had plucked off your phone.

Her eyes darted to the short black dress hanging in the back of her car that she could see in the rearview mirror. She had become an expert at changing and getting ready in the back of her car ever since her recent internships with the BAU. Once she had changed out of a crewneck and pair of sweatpants and fixed her hair, she moved her car into a corner parking spot behind the bar, just in case you recognized her car right away. She wanted your interaction to seem more accidental.

Sure enough, when you entered the dimly lit bar moments later with Lola by your side, you backtracked at the sight of familiar blonde hair. You approached JJ tentatively, still unsure if it was her, where she was ordering a drink with her back turned to you. “JJ?”

She turned around, her face breaking out in calculated excitement. “Hi! What are you doing here? How’d the apartment thing go?” She started firing off questions, inviting you to sit on the stool next to her while also ignoring Lola’s existence.

“We decided to stop for drinks after. It didn’t go so well. The place felt unwelcoming. You could hear everything from loud neighbors, and the rooms had a weird smell."

She pretended to act both surprised and disappointed at this information, all while buying you a drink. “Aw, I’m sorry, hon. Well, like I said, my offer still stands."

You were much more willing to consider the idea now that your first place wasn’t looking as good as it seemed. At this point, Lola, who was tired of being in the background, crossed the room to accept a drink offer from a guy who had been staring at her since she had walked in. You decided to stay with JJ.

She thanked the bartender, who handed two glasses across the counter and then slid one over to you. You felt a bit more nervous sitting across from her than usual. She was much more intimidating in this setting than when she was happily helping you out in the corner of a classroom.

She wore a simple black dress, elevated with gold jewelry that fell against her ample cleavage. She also had rings to match on both hands that glinted under the hanging yellow lights as she gripped her glass. A smoky eye shadow was brushed over her lids, accentuating her bright blue eyes. She swirled the drink in front of her, watching ice cubes clink against the sides before she took a sip.

You sat talking for some time, not much differently than you usually did, but eventually her demeanor changed. She pivoted around on her stool so that her knees rested outside of your legs and leaned in closer to talk to you. Occasionally, her hands left the countertop to brush against your thigh, but she didn’t draw attention to it. You frowned as her eyes suddenly darkened at something over your shoulder and turned to find Lola sauntering back over with the same main from earlier wrapped around her arm.

"Hey babes, I’m leaving, would you be okay finding a ride?” Lola leaned in so that you could hear her over the overlapping chatter, and she seemed to be begging you to say yes with her eyes. Before you could reply, JJ volunteered without hesitation.

"I'll take her; you can leave.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she turned back towards you, waiting for Lola to leave. Lola had sensed the blonde’s dislike of her since they first met and was eager to get away from her, so she quickly turned around and headed toward the door without another word to you.

You and JJ remained in your corner of the bar, gradually becoming more rowdy with a second round of drinks, and JJ’s hands spent more time on your body. As promised, when you were ready to head out, JJ shielded you through the crowds of people until you slipped into the brisk air. She ran her warm hands up and down your arms, erasing the goosebumps that had risen from the cold. She mumbled something about her car being parked around the back and steered you around the corner of the building. Her jacket was draped over her arm, and she unfolded it, setting it across your shoulders. You were too unfocused, climbing into the passenger's seat of the car, to notice the unfamiliar scent of clothes that lingered on her clothes. JJ hovered over the car door, shielding your head from hitting the roof with her hand as you climbed. She shut the door behind you, walking around to the driver’s side. “Are you on Lotus Ave?” She asked, looking over at you as she pulled out of the parking lot.

"Ugh, yes,” you groaned, dropping your head back against the seat with the realization that your place was 30 minutes across town. You were used to being in places within walking distance, but you had followed Lola to this bar since you were already out of the apartment anyway.

JJ laughed at your disappointment. "Well, I’m 2 blocks away if you want to just spend the night, and I’ll drive you back in the morning. Maybe stop for breakfast,’ she suggested casually, gripping the wheel.

That didn’t sound terrible. Crashing in her apartment sounded like a much more comforting idea than a longer car ride in the dark and having to deal with whoever you might run into on your way back up to your dorm. "Actually, that sounds nice,” you said softly, and JJ quickly rerouted, turning onto her street.

Leading you upstairs, she dug around for a minute to find her keys and unlock the door. You shrugged off her jacket, handing it back to her with thanks, and she hung it up by the door. You both immediately crashed on the couch with sighs, kicking your shoes. Lola texted you to double check that you were alright, and JJ’s face hardened as you picked up your phone.

The wall that she had so carefully built up over the years to hide her true emotions fell, and impulsivity overwhelmed her. You were startled as she snatched the phone out of your hand, tossing it on the coffee table. “ Hey!” Before you could finish, her lips were on yours, and you happily sank into the kiss. "JJ,” you said, out of breath and shock.

She tilted her head, pressing her lips harshly against your neck and below your ear. Her mouth left a trail of soft purple marks and smeared lipstick posessively across your skin. “God, I’ve been so patient... waiting for you to get over those stupid little sluts, hoping you’d realize that I could treat you so, so much better.” Her voice had dropped into a raspier, coarser octave that made your stomach flip, but you were enjoying her touch too much to interrupt her. "That was silly of me, I should’ve known you would’ve needed to show you that, and now I can.” She straddled your waist, putting pressure on your shoulders so that you’d lay back underneath her. Her fingertips ghosted against your collarbone as she tugged the sleeves of your shirt over your shoulders.

Having such an ethereal, powerful woman loom over you left you breathless for a moment. "You've thought about this before tonight? Tell me how.” Your lips quirked up into a smile as you looked up at her.

Her eyes roamed across your body as she formed her words. "I've thought about those days that you sat between my legs in the office, oblivious to everything. And how I would’ve liked to wrap your hair around my hand and bend you over my desk, fucking you senseless until my name is the only word that's falling from your lips over and over again. I’ve imagined leaving marks all over your skin, in hopes that it will be a reminder that I’m the only one who gets to touch you,’ she had leaned in over you, her breasts pressed against you as she spoke into your ear, causing your breath to hiccup.

She pinched your chin between two fingers, running her thumb across your bottom lip. "Prove it” fell from your lips, barely above a whisper, and flipped a switch in JJ, entirely spurring her on.

In seconds, she had yanked off your clothes, dropping them to the floor. Roughly flipping you over, she pressed your face down into the pillow, silencing your gasps. "Don't move,” she commanded. You heard her cross the room and quickly return.

Positioning your body how she wanted it, her hands gripped your hips roughly, pulling them up. She dragged her nails up your spine and laughed menacingly as you yelped when she grabbed your hair. Your entire body tensed, back arching, as the tip of her strap brushed against your ass before teasingly sliding down across your folds.

Tugging your hair, she yanked your head closer to her. "Be as loud as you want, baby. It’s a shame nobody can hear you through these walls. I’d love for them to know how easy it is to get you begging for my cock,’ she chuckled, before unexpectedly and roughly thrusting into your cunt. She kept a tight grip on your hips, holding you up against her so that she could hit deeper inside of you and elicit more moans that you attempted to muffle into the pillow in front of you.

You bit down on your tongue in an attempt to be quiet, the noise she was getting from you was almost embarrassing, and tears formed in the corner of your eyes. JJ leaned down, swiping the drop off your cheek with her finger, a contrastingly gentle action. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

Your nails dug into the cushion in front of you, and your thighs clenched as you neared an orgasm. "Fuck JJ,’ you panted as flashes interrupted your vision.

Her response came back cold and unaffected. "Beg me, beg me to let you come,’ she demanded, rhythmically continuing the thrusts of her hips. You were hesitant to ask for such a thing, let alone beg for it, to give her permission and control over your entire body. One hand drifted up to your chest, and she pinched your nipple, rolling it between the pads of her fingers. The stimulation was not helping your resistance, and a whimper escaped you.

Please, I need you to let me come. I’ll do anything, please please,” You started rambling mindlessly, desperate to do anything as long as you could finish this orgasm.

JJ smiled at your instant obedience and was satisfied. Her hand snaked around your body and between your legs. A shaky scream erupted from your throat as she curled two fingers against your clit. You quickly fell over the edge. Your vision danced in and out as you orgasmed, and your legs quivered, eventually giving out. You came on JJ’s pink strap and fingers. She slowly removed herself from inside you and brought her fingers to your mouth. Forcing your lips apart, she pressed two fingers to your tongue. You closed your lips around them, and her eyes glinted as you sucked them clean. “Good girl.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder, smiling as if she were victorious.

The rest of the night was a blur. You were exhausted. You briefly remembered an attempt to clean yourself up with JJ’s help but ended up falling asleep right where you were. JJ, much more alert than you, was also schemingly the first to wake up the next morning when your phone rang. Her eyes darted to you, relieved to find that you were still sprawled across her bed, where she had carried you, and you fell dead asleep in the living room. She was relieved to find your eyes still closed, fluttering with dreams. Reaching for your phone, she had no hesitation about picking it up. "Hello,” she answered softly.

"Hi Y/N, this is Elise from yesterday. I’m calling back about the apartment, room 505?”

"Oh yes, of course. Thank you so much. Actually, Elise, about that..."

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OMG YOUR NAYEON FLIFF ALPHABET WAS ADORABLE I WANTED TO CRY do you think we could get a mina one????

also university is also killing me rn, all of my final exams are next week (I have 4 exams 😭) and ngl I'm pretty sure I'm not going to pass the course ls unless i score like 100% on the final exams 😭😭

Mina ~ Fluff Alphabet (Requested!)

a/n: thank you for the request, anon!!! mina is my top twice bias so of course I can do this for you. i know i'm super late to this but i hope exams went well! quick reminder to everyone that grades don't define you or your intelligence 🫶 but i was mentally wishing the best for you when I first read this request because I understand the struggle. 🥲 You're gonna do great next semester, anon, I know it 🥰

tw: none!

♡ Masterlist ♡

Affection (How do they show their affection? What love language(s) do they use?)

Mina loves spending quality time with you, even if you’re not actively talking or doing something together. Being in the same room as you while you’re both doing different activities is good enough for her - you could be working on one of your hobbies while she’s gaming, for example. Just being there for her makes her so happy.

Beauty (What do they admire about their S/O? What makes their S/O beautiful?)

She admires your resilience and, if you’re more extroverted, your extroversion and friendliness towards other people. You’re stronger than you know, and you always get back on your feet after a bad day, and she respects it. 

Comfort (How would they help their S/O if they were having a rough day?)

A simple Come home when you’re ready. text awaits you on your phone, and when you head home, you’re pleasantly surprised to see her holding a bag of your favorite fast food/takeout in one hand and a video game controller in the other. She doesn’t mind if you want to just eat and watch her game, or if you want to play together, but Mina wants to get your mind off of your struggles, even if it means watching her struggle in a virtual world.

Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

Mina likes being where you are, and if that means that you want to stay in your apartment for the rest of your life, then she’ll stay with you there. Her idealistic future is to be with you, no matter where, when, or how.

Equal (Do they tend to be more dominant or passive in the relationship?)

She’s more passive, but that doesn’t mean that she’s not assertive at times. If there’s something that she thinks that the two of you need to talk about, then Mina will gently bring it up. You may be the one planning most of the dates, but she likes to occasionally surprise you with a date night or two, especially if you’ve been busy or had a rough go at things.

Fight (Would they easily forgive their S/O after a fight? How would a typical fight go?)

Call me biased, but I don’t really see the two of you getting into fights? Mina is a mellow, calmer person, so she tends to get along with most people. It would take a lot for her to raise her voice at you, let alone get into an argument. Not saying that the two of you don’t have disagreements, which are normal and healthy. You simply talk through them with her so you both can understand where the other is coming from.

Gratitude (How grateful are they for everything that their S/O does for them?)

Mina doesn’t often say her gratitude, but it’s often evident in her actions. A hand on the small of your back when you make her breakfast on a busy morning, clean dishes after you come home late from work, and a small note left on your nightstand, thanking you for driving her home last night (even though you do it all of the time).

Honesty (Do they tend to keep secrets from their S/O, or do they share everything?)

Mina can seem secretive to people outside of her relationship, but she isn’t secretive to you. She might not tell you everything immediately, but if it casually comes up in conversation, then she’ll bring it up.

Inspiration (Did their S/O change them, or was it the other way around?)

Mina is inspired by your constant kindness towards her and other people. When she has a bad day, she wants to close herself in a bubble and disappear from the world. When you have a bad day, you take it with grace and try to keep everything moving along while finding reasons to smile and laugh. Safe to say, you inspire her a lot.

Jealousy  (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

Mina gets silently jealous, which means that she internally broods a lot while someone is being a bit friendlier than she would like. Her scrunched eyebrows and thin smile, when you glance at her, is a sign to quickly end the conversation and comfort her. She tries to reassure you that she’s not jealous, but you both know she’s lying when she sighs as you wrap your arm around her.

Kiss (How often do they kiss you? Where do they like to kiss you?)

Mina often goes for quick pecks, especially on your cheeks. It’s an easy greeting and goodbye for the two of you. When you’re alone, however, she doesn’t mind kissing you on the lips with more passion. They’re longer kisses, and once she gets her hands on you, she won’t let go until she’s satisfied.

Lazy Day (How do they like to spend days off with their S/O?)

Mina likes to spend her days off at home, but she doesn’t mind running errands or going shopping with you if you like to do those things on the days you’re off. She does tend to spoil you a bit (if you’ll let her pay), but dinner is on you this time, you swear.

Marriage (Do they want to get married? How often do they think about marrying their S/O?)

It would be one of those moments of domestic bliss where Mina looks up at you and wishes that every day would be like this. Next, it comes up casually in conversations at a more frequent pace, and before you know it, the two of you are looking at matching rings together.

Nicknames (What do they call their S/O?)

Babe, baby, darling, dear

A mix of older/newer nicknames - depending on the mood she’s in. A teasing Mina likes to call you old-fashioned names, as they fluster you, but in day-to-day life, babe and baby work just fine for her.

On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it extremely obvious to others?)

Not a lot of people would be able to notice that Mina’s in love, at least at a first glance. It’s the subtle things, like the way her eyes light up when you next her or the big smile she wears when she tells her friends that the two of you have plans this weekend. Her inner circle of friends would know, but everyone else would be clueless.

PDA (Are they very upfront with their relationship, or do they prefer to keep things quiet?)

Mina isn’t huge on over-the-top PDA, but she doesn’t mind holding your hand or giving you a quick hug in public. Kisses aren’t off the table either - a small peck to your lips or cheek will do for her.

Quirk (Some random personality trait that makes them an excellent partner.)

She’s a fantastic listener due to her quiet and caring nature. She just… knows when you need to vent and she’s ready to listen to you. If you want, Mina will give you advice, but if not, she’s more than happy to just listen to you talk all night.

Romance (Are they a born romantic ready to woo their S/O at any moment, or do they struggle to spark romantic moments with their S/O?)

Mina isn’t a born romantic, but she has her moments (that come out of nowhere, you swear) that sweep you off your feet. A teasing comment, the sweetest compliment ever, or an extra bit of affection can send your heart into overdrive as she pretends to have no idea of the effect that she has on you.

Support (How do they help support their S/O to reach their goals?)

Mina loves being there for you, whenever you need her. If you’ve got a big event coming up, she’ll be one of the first ones in her seat. If it’s not something that she can be there for, she’ll text you a supportive message or find a way to contact you so you know that she’s there for you, for the good and the bad.

Thrill (Do they like trying out new things to spice up their relationship, or do they prefer to stick to a routine?)

Mina is a woman of routine, and she likes exactly the way you two have your relationship set up. She doesn’t mind the occasional off-the-cuff date night, but it’s nice to just cuddle under some blankets and watch a movie together for a few nights in a row.

Understanding (How well do they know their partner?)

Mina has a silent understanding of you from simply observing your behavior. The two of you like to go places together, so she naturally picks up on your favorite drinks, food, style of clothing, etc., and you’ll find yourself receiving gifts from her during the holidays or on your birthday that you absolutely love but have no idea how she’d know about that. It’s not like she’d tell you, either.

Value (How important is the relationship to the person versus other relationships and things in their life?)

Mina tries to express to you that you’re one of her priorities. She takes you to meet other people who she deems to be just as important as you - her family and close friends, for example - so you know how much she values you and your relationship.

Wild Card (A random fluffy headcanon that you have about the relationship?)

I love Gamer!Mina, as a gamer myself, so she’d be ecstatic if you had the same hobby as her. Even if you like different genres of video games, you find yourself playing together or against each other. She won’t go easy on you, just because you’re dating, so you better bring your best to the table (even if you’re both playing MarioKart and flying off the edge on every turn on Rainbow Road).

XOXO (Do they like to kiss, hug, and cuddle you? How often do they do so?)

She does, but it’s often in private. When it’s just the two of you, Mina is very clingy. She always likes to be near you, and when she’s near you, an arm is around you or her lips are on you. She does like when you initiate first, and she’s more affectionate when you do so.

Yearning (How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

Mina simply indulges herself in her hobbies and work more. You’ll be back soon enough, and it’s not like the two of you are running out of moments to spend together. She does call you every night, just to check in on you (it helps her sleep at night, but she’ll never admit that to your face).

Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

You and Mina believe that every big step should be taken together, as a couple. It’s a constant battle of take-and-give between the two of you, where you both are trying to be the givers instead of the takers. Sometimes, however, you need to take so you can give, so you don’t mind going the extra mile for each other when you need to.

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Meet Me On The Ice (Azriel x Reader)~ Chapter 1

Summary: You and Lucien Vanserra have been skating together since you were children, but when he has an accident that takes him out right before championships you turn to your brother and his hockey team to fill the position. His best friend Azriel has lethal grace on the ice and owes your brother a favor, which seems like a match made in heaven, except you can’t stand each other. Can you and Azriel pull a routine together in time for your competition, or will it all spiral out of control?

MMOTI masterlist

Warnings: mentions of injury, blood

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Hello everyone! Happy December, my final exams are over so I'm so excited to get back into writing! As you all know I've been planning this for a while, so I hope you're all as excited as I am!!

DISCLAIMER: I am not a figure skater or a hockey player, so while I'm trying to be as accurate as possible, it's likely some things may not be correct and/or are bent a little to fit the plot!

Figure skating is a lot more thrilling than people give it credit for. Only a few people are willing to be thrown 5 feet in the air at 20 miles an hour and completely trust the other person to catch them. 

The ice was always your happy place. The biting chill against your skin, the feel of gliding across the rink faster than light. It was thrilling, to say the least. You and Lucien had worked so hard this season to advance this far, and you only had a couple of competitions left before the both of you graduated from university. The two of you were on a winning streak, and this competition looked like it would turn out no different. Your coach smiled from the sidelines as the two of you performed in perfect sync, his hands around your waist as he lifted you effortlessly into the air before resting you safely back on your skates. It was time for the big finish, you sped in a circle around the rink executing a triple toe and Lucien built up his momentum to launch his axel. Your eyes dart to the judges' impressed faces before you whip your head back to him and- 

Something’s wrong. 

The angel– the spin, is all out of balance, and in the blink of an eye, Lucien hits the ice. His head makes a sickening crack on the ground as red floods around him, and his right leg is twisted in the wrong way. The scream you let out doesn’t even sound like yours as you race over to him, the sounds of the crowd echoing around you in a sick symphony. 

“Oh my god” 

“Someone call an ambulance!” 

“Get him off the ice quick!” 

You don’t hear any of them too busy trying to shake Lucien awake with tears streaming down your cheeks, but he’s knocked out cold. A blur of red is next to you and it takes you a moment before you realize it’s Lucien’s mother. It’s another gut-wrenching eternity of trying your best to hold a towel against his head to stop the bleeding, Lucien still unresponsive, before the gentle hands of a paramedic ease you away from your best friend. You watch with abject horror as they load him onto a stretcher, and carry him out of the rink. Helping Lucien’s mother off of the ice, she follows them outside. The ringing in your ears still hasn’t stopped, not even when your own mother and father come racing down the arena steps, a hand coming out to hold your jaw, and another wrapping your coat around your shoulders. Before you blink again they’re ushering you out of the rink and into the car. 

It’s two days before you can see Lucien in the hospital. 

You had driven in complete silence, anxiety coiled like a viper in the pit of your stomach. Parking your car in the visitor lot you look at the teddy bear you buckled safely into your passenger seat, its soft brown hands clutching a heart with cursive writing spelling Get Well Soon.  It had been dumb and cheesy, but you snagged it at the grocery store while picking up some of Lucien’s favorite snacks and couldn’t resist. 

Hopefully, it would make him laugh at least.

The nurse at the desk smiles at you kindly before pointing you in the right direction of his room. The atmosphere of the hospital weighs painfully on your shoulders as the elevator ride seems to stretch on for decades. You thankfully find Lucien’s room easily enough, his russet eyes light up at the sight of you even with the angry red stitches that run through his hair. 

“There she is!” He bellows, eyeing the bear and the bag of treats with interest. You set them on his bed and he laughs a joyous sound as he props the bear next to him on the bed, declaring it his new best friend. 

“How are you feeling?” You ask tentatively, settling into a chair next to his bed. His leg is in a cast, elevated, and you run your bottom lip between your teeth with worry. 

“I’m alright, all things considered.” He promises rifling through the bag to dig out the pack of spicy chips, “I’ve got a concussion, and my legs broken so bad I’ll be in physical therapy for months.” Lucien meets your eyes mournfully, looking as if you’d just punched him in the face. “I won’t be able to skate for the rest of the season. I’m so sorry.” He dips his eyes averting his gaze to the broken leg, like glaring at it hard enough will force it back together again. You feel your heart sink to your feet, but you refuse to let it show, trying to keep a happy smile on your face. 

“None of that matters, all I care about is that you’re okay.” You reach out to grip his hand, and his warm palms engulf your own.

“You can find another partner to finish the season,” He urges,  Lucien’s other hand comes up to cup your cheek, wiping away the silver trying to fight its way out of your eyes despite your best efforts. You had already registered in the partner skate division, so it was too late to switch now. But even thought makes your stomach turn.

“No one could ever replace you,” You promise, leaning into his warmth. It’s the truth. You had been skating with Lucien since you were small, and now you’re about to graduate from university. There could be no one else. No one else that, without fail, had such a warm touch even on the ice rink. No one else you could trust to catch you every time, even if it means sacrificing his safety. 

You had tried to skate with one other partner, once, in freshman year when Lucien caught the flu so bad he was puking for weeks. It hadn’t ended well and you hadn’t trusted anyone since. 

“You should skate your last season. Even if this new guy will never be as good as me.” It’s a lighthearted attempt at a joke, and you accept the crutch of humor, chest rising with a breath of laughter. “You could ask Rhys, maybe he’d do it? He used to skate before he switched to hockey right?” That was true, but he switched to hockey right before middle school to play with his friends, maybe he’d consider it if it didn’t conflict too much with his schedule. 

“I’ll think about it, let's focus on tearing through these snacks in the meantime,” You snag the peanut butter cups out of his bag despite Lucien’s vehement protests and turn the staticky hospital tv to shitty afternoon cartoons. 

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You held your tears in successfully until you got home. You didn’t want Luicen to feel guilty, didn’t want him to see you cry, so here you were curled in a ball under your covers. Hiding from your problems like a child, hoping if you just ignored them long enough they would magically solve themselves. You had asked Rhys earlier about possibly skating with you, but between learning to take over your father’s business, university, and hockey he understandably regretfully declined. The bedroom door creaks open, hearing the delicate tread of Rhys’s footsteps before he settles next to you on the bed, rubbing a soothing hand along your curved form. 

“It’ll be alright I promise,” Rhys mutters. “I think I might have a solution, but I don’t think you’re going to like it.” You rise from your chosen shelter, raising a brow and wiping at your tear-stained cheek. 

“What is it?” You question, and Rhys almost flinches. “I’ll do almost anything to skate again.” He must see the desperation and he carries on anyway. 

“Azriel is still suspended from the team at the moment, and he owes me a favor…” Rhys watches your eyes catch up to his words, the disgust flashing in them. Both of Rhys’s best friends had couched surfed at your house at one time or another, and you and Azriel had never gotten along. Not like sunshiney Cassian, who may be viscous on the ice but was one of the most gentle people you knew. Cas was the one who made an effort to include you in activities, who playfully tossed you in the pool in the summer, and took you for long drives when you were upset. Azriel spent those summers by the pool brooding in the shade until you left, and was currently suspended from the Velaris University hockey team for throwing another player so hard into the glass he was concussed. “You said you would do almost anything to skate again,” Rhys raises his hands in surrender and you roll your eyes. 

“What about Cassian?” you offer. He would probably do it for you, but Cas wasn’t suited for figure skating. His style was too brutish, it was nothing against him, he just wouldn’t pick up the flow and patience you needed to skate with the music fast enough in time for the competition. As much as you hated to admit it, Azriel moved across the ice like smoke, flowing and ebbing with a lethal grace you couldn’t help but admire. 

“Cas is too busy with school and hockey,” Rhys had clearly already run through the option. You knew that if you begged Cassian he probably would, but his stance at the school depended entirely on his grades and his performance in hockey. You wouldn’t give him any chance to mess up his scholarship.  “Please just talk to Az with me tomorrow.” 

“Fine.” You relent, perhaps with a little more attitude than necessary. So you correct yourself, Rhys is going out of his way to help you. “Thank you.” He gives you a small smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving your room. 

So that was how you found yourself bundled up at the rink, at six in the fucking morning, with Rhy watching Azriel practice. He moved like a panther, prowling around the ice and slapping the puck with such ferocity the crack makes you flinch. He tears off his helmet, skating over with a mop of sweat-soaked hair. Az’s hazel eyes flick over you once in distaste before dismissing you completely and turning his attention to Rhys, which makes your temper rise to a heated spark of fury. Your brother clears his throat, nudging you on the back to speak. Azriel turns back to you and raises a cold dark brow.  

“Would you please consider being my skating partner for my last few competitions this season? Please” you choke out, trying your best to send him a pleasant smile. Then, Azriel actually has the balls to laugh at you. 

“Yeah, I heard about what happened to Vanserra. What makes you think I would ever want to do that?” Azriel chuckles out, voice dripping with sarcasm. You’re about to agree, call this whole mess off, and return to the comfort of your bed when Rhys cuts in. 

“Because you owe me,” The two of them have some silent stare-down that you wish you could be privy to. Whatever Rhys had done for Azriel in the past it must have been big because after a moment Azriel fixes those molten eyes on you again. 

“Fine, I’ll do it. Be here tomorrow at five so we can try to figure out this shitshow.” He tucks his helmet back over his head and prowls back around to the ice. You guess you’ll be meeting him here tomorrow night and you find yourself agreeing with the sentiment that this will be a shit show indeed.   

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First I Love You - Jamie Drysdale x Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety, sexual references.

Words: 1677

Summary: First I Love You - After a day that gets increasingly worse, Jamie plans a date night to indirectly celebrate your two-month anniversary.

A/n: Cherry is back with a fic after a month of radio silence in typical aodre the distance fashion lol. Anyway! This has been in my drafts forever and I hate it, I can't proof it due to writer's block, and I'm honestly just done staring at it so here ya go!

You can read part 1 of the series of firsts here. The next and final first on the list is first time which is of course gonna be a lil smutty. I might write some Trevor pieces in the interim just depending how I'm feeling.

Today is just one of those days. My class ran much longer than usual and I had to stay after to ask my professor questions before the midterm that night, then I didn’t have time to make myself lunch so I grabbed the pizza rolls from my freezer to heat up at work, then I burned the pizza rolls beyond consumption and did not have any back up food, then I was starving and stressed and unable to use my time at work to study for the exam. I was crying in a puddle of stress and tears. And Jamie didn’t miss a beat. 

Upon hearing how horrible my morning and afternoon had been, he ordered my usual meal from In-N-Out and brought it to me at work so I wouldn’t starve. Then, he offered to make me dinner after I finished my midterm and I tearfully and appreciatively accepted. These little actions of consideration are what have made me fall deeper and deeper in love with Jamie. 

We reached our two months anniversary today but I didn’t make a big deal about it. I feel weird about potentially being one of those couples that celebrates every tiny little milestone like it’s the biggest thing in the world. Still neither of us have said “I love you” yet. But if Jamie continues caring for and about me like this, I’m not sure much longer I can hold it in. That’s why I decided I would tell him tonight.

After cooking dinner for the two of us, and pouring a congratulatory glass of wine to celebrate the 95 I got on my midterm, we laid down on the couch together. Happy and fed, I rest my head on the expanse of his broad chest. Jamie presses a kiss into my hair, bringing his left arm to drape over my shoulders.

“God, 2 months already?!” Trevor asks Jamie incredulously, making me roll my eyes at the playful jab.

“Don’t sound so surprised, Zegras.”

“You’re just mad cause you can’t pull.” Jamie’s accusation makes me laugh at the offended look on Trevor’s face. 

“Don’t get it twisted, I can pull.”

“You just can’t get them to stay?” I ask innocently, absentmindedly messing with Jamie’s fingers. Jamie laughs heartily. He interlaces his with mine to give my hand a gentle squeeze. “But to answer your original question, yes, it’s been 2 months already.” 

The scruff of my boyfriend’s 5 o’clock shadow brushes the back of my hand as he kisses the flat part of my knuckle. Trevor, observing the entire action, leans over the kitchen trashcan and pretends to throw up. Jamie merely laughs and I roll my eyes once more, “Shut the fuck up! You are so dramatic.”

“And for what?” Jamie chimes in which makes me smile to see he’s been picking up some of my mannerisms and phrases as well. That’s been my favorite part of dating him so far. The way his music taste slowly infiltrates mine. The way he now keeps a trashbag in his car after realizing how useful the one in mine is. The way he’s wearing the soft blue hoodie he lent me, for the reason that it now smells like me, which is why I had stolen it from him in the first place.

“I’m happy for you guys, really,” Trevor grabs his car keys from off the granite kitchen counter, “Thank you for rubbing salt into the open wound.”

“Oh my god-” Jamie starts.

“Get out of here!” I finish for him, urging Trevor to leave. 

“I’m gone!” He obliges. Then, Jamie kisses my head again, prompting me to sit up. 

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Mmm… no, actually. If I had to guess, he’s probably going golfing with the guys.”

“No way, he was dressed way too nice for golf…” I trail off, racking my brain for where he could have possibly been headed. Shrugging off the idea, I straddle Jamie’s hips, and look down at him. I smile. Overcome with the warm sensation of staring at my boyfriend. Jamie nudges me with his hips, indicating he would like me to lay back down. Before I comply, I pull my hair back tying it out of the way so I’m free to kiss Jamie as much as I please. He watches my every move, eyes flooded with adoration.

“At practice this morning, McT said he…” Jamie trails off mid sentence. As he was talking, I finished tying my hair back and then leaned down as he had wanted me to. He’s looking at me with eyes slightly widened and lips parted in surprise. 

“What?” I ask, concerned as to why Jamie stopped talking. He simply says,

“You’re really pretty.” The seemingly arbitrary declaration makes me laugh but does nothing to aid my confusion.

“Okay?”

“You’re just so pretty I think I short-circuited.” The earnest confession makes me smile and giggle, so I press a soft kiss to Jamie’s lips.

“You’re cute. So what did Mason say?”

“Oh yeah, he said that he wants to meet you.”

“Really?” I ask, rubbing my thumb over Jamie’s cheekbone. He kisses my palm before responding,

“Despite how much you and Trevor bully each other, he’s told everyone on the team about how cool you are. He kinda took the liberty to do it himself since I do gush about you, but I get shy about it.” Jamie is uncharacteristically speaking out loud his stream of consciousness, and I take a back seat to admire how talkative he can be when he’s with me. A stark contrast to the shy, almost silent boy I’d had my first date with. Noticing how much he’s talking, Jamie ends his rambling but I smile softly, encouragingly,

“It’s unfortunate that the ‘cool girl’ is seemingly the only archetype that consistently receives approval from men, but it is true nonetheless.”

“Yeah, like, it’s not that I need his approval, but it is nice when your boys like your girlfriend… Well, it’s what you said, you just said it better. I’m mansplaining aren’t I?” He asks, bashfully. I roll my eyes and appreciatively kiss his lips once more.

“Get out of your head, Drysdale. Do you have anxiety?” 

“Shut up. I think you’re the only person I’ve ever met who can always tell when I’m overthinking.”

“Maybe I’m just the only one with the audacity to comment on it,” I playfully propose, smiling when I succeed in making Jamie laugh. 

“I don’t think so.”

“We’ll agree to disagree. It’s unlikely, but not impossible.” Dropping the bit, Jamie and I smile at each other, melting into a comfortable silence. He looks at me with soft eyes, pink blush creeping across his cheeks the longer I continue to stare. I rest my left hand on the side of his face once more. I brush my thumb over his cheekbone again, and rub the top of my fingers repeatedly against the stubble adorning his jaw. Jamie lifts his eye brows before saying,

“What, do I need to shave?”

“No. I just like the way it feels.”

“Oh, hey, you said you’re done with school by mid december, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“My mom asked if you were coming to Christmas this year.”

“Did she really?” Jamie hesitates a moment before his brows furrow in sincere disapproval.

“You’ve been my girlfriend for two months now. She will not shut up about meeting you.”

“What? Why?” He then blushes fiercely and cowers his head into the large hoodie he’s slouched on. Jamie doesn’t meet my gaze as he talks,

“I told her all about you the other day.” I bite back the giant smile that prods at my features before replying,

“What did you tell her?”

“Just stuff about you!”

“What stuff about me?!”

“I told her you’re a student and what you’re studying. I told her where you’re from and what your family is like. And I told her about how I stare at you between red lights when we’re going somewhere.” The last piece of information makes me laugh and I tilt my head in confusion.

“How did that last part come up?” It was a simple question, really. One that I hadn’t even bothered to put a lot of thought into; one that came from my basic stream of consciousness. And certainly not one that I imagined would ellicit such a reaction from Jamie. His eyes widened and softened all at once, his blush glowing brighter across his cheeks, and his lips parting to allow the irregular pace of breathing he had now adopted.

“I guess… I called her because I was unsure of what I was feeling…? I was kinda freaking out about it. As I told her about our first date, she said that just talking about you made me visibly happier. She noticed that, even though I wasn’t aware of how happy I’d gotten. Then she demanded to meet you as soon as possible…” Jamie sheepishly looks up at me after finishing his mini monologue. The traces of endeared happiness immediately vanish and Jamie looks at me horrified. In describing how happy I make this boy, I felt tears welling up on my lashes, relieved to be experiencing something so thoroughly mutual.

“Oh my god, please don’t cry I’m sorry!” I laugh through the tears and playfully smack his chest.

“Jamie…”

“You make me really happy, Y/n. Like, really really happy-”

“I love you,” I blurt out. I’m a bit stunned and honestly scared of how quickly this confession escaped me. But I know it’s true. And isn’t that the scariest part?

“I love you too.”

“Really?” I ask through unrelenting tears.

“Yes,” Jamie rests his hands on the tops of my hip bones, “I kind of lied by saying my mom said I looked happy… She said I looked very in love, but I didn’t want to be too forward and say that if you maybe didn’t feel the same way.”

“Bro, you worry so much, are you sure you don’t have anxiety?”

“Shut the fuck up!”

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a/n: copy pasting tags is the best thing that has ever happened to fic writers I think.

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Is this what you call self-care?

Felix × Reader notes: I am at the point where I feel like playing 72 hours of Stardew Valley is perfectly reasonable, so I hope u enjoy my first fanfic. Also, idk about you, but I feel like he would def enjoy some Zelda 😌… also, this isn't the longest fic out there, but it is a short story after all. Enjoy!☻ word count: 1,795 warning(s): light cursing Just a chill day with Felix, while you’re trying to make progress with your uni work

It was a regular Saturday for you, waking up at 6 AM and feeling your boyfriend's arm around you. After you turn your alarm off, you turn to look at him, smiling. His long, blond hair fell into his angelic face. It is so hard to not say fuck it and stay in bed with Felix, but you—with the smallest of movements to not wake him—get out of bed, making your way to the bathroom to get ready. After you get yourself into some comfy stay-at-home-and-study clothes, you brew yourself a cup of coffee with some coconut milk.

You've been researching for your midterm paper for a while now. It wasn't the worst topic, but selecting what's important and what isn't is where you were hopeless.

After restarting it for the hundredth time, you heard movements from your bedroom. You peeked out of the study/gaming room to see Felix's tired face, which filled your heart with warmth. "Good morning, love. How did you sleep?" He looked back at you while he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. "I slept well until some gremlin left from next to me way too early this morning." A smile crept up his face, reaching out for your hand so he could pull you in for a hug. He kept you close with one hand, resting his face on your head while you hid in the crook of his neck. His sweet scent filling your nose. "How's your university work going?" you scrunch your face, not even wanting to think about the research and writing your essay. "Well, I read a lot, but I do not know where to begin or what things are the necessities to put into my paper." You felt yourself wanting to throw a tantrum like the 5-year-old who you are at heart. He kissed your forehead, then put his pinky out. "Okay, I have a trade offer; once you're halfway done, we can play on our farm together." Your eyes lit up. You've been pretty hooked on Stardew Valley for a while now, especially since the new update, and you got Felix to play with you on his days off. Sadly, they've been pretty busy with their comeback, so you couldn't hang out as much. He usually got home by the time you were asleep, and you went to class or to the library to learn before he woke up, since it was soon time for your final exams. You only have one year back from your university, and you don't want setbacks, so it is important to get a good grade. Your parents would be pleased as well since you flew to another city to learn specifically there, so you want to make them proud. You link your pinkies together to form an unbreakable promise. "Okay, but no distractions! If you want to play, please play in the living room; we both know I won't ever finish my assignment with you distracting me." He chuckles and nods his head in agreement. You happily made yourself another cup of coffee, then went back to the study to work on your task. You still cannot believe it that you somehow snagged such a perfect man: he is supportive, understands your concerns, and can always accept your compromises. He openly talks to you about how he feels and bravely tells you if something bothers or concerns him. You honestly can't believe these past couple years have been real.

You've made a bit of progress; it helped that you talked with your old dorm roommates—you moved in with Felix about half a year now; you two realized that it would be the easiest since you went over any given chance anyways. They gave some good suggestions. Once you caught up with each other, you four said your goodbyes, since all of you have a lot of work to get done by the end of this month. After some time, you smelled a sweet scent coming from the kitchen. The door opened before you could sneak out to have a peek. Felix brought in your favorite cookies; it was a mixture of his classic chocolate chip and your oatmeal cookies recipe. You two perfected it while he got some time off, and you didn't have school just yet. His brown eyes looked at you proudly behind the plate of cookies with milk in his other hand. "How's your progress, baby?" He bent down to give you a peck on the lips. You waited until he put the plate and the cup down, then patted the ground next to you, signaling for him to sit down. He didn't waste any seconds, and plopped right next to you, happy that he could sit beside his girlfriend. Felix didn't want to make you feel pressured; he just wants to spend as much time as possible with you before he has to go back to endless dance practice, content creation, etcetera. You both know he loves doing what he does, but it can get overwhelming sometimes. They got cussed out a lot for the smallest of things, getting bullied and going as far as getting death treats. He was grateful for being able to work his dream job, and he is also happy that you understand what this kind of life comes with.

Felix watched you type your thoughts out in your document and started to play with your hair, which made you relax instantly. You couldn't help but melt into his touch. You leaned onto his shoulder, feeling exhausted. "I am almost done with half of my assignment; I just need another page, but I feel like my brain cells are giving up on me." He chuckled, placing a kiss on your head. "You got this; I believe in you." He started giving kisses all around your face, which soothed your tired thoughts. Felix eventually kissed your lips; the kiss was sweet and made you feel like you're under the sun at the beginning of the spring. You reciprocated immediately, feeling as though time had stopped—no tasks, no school, no pressure—just you and him tangled together in a complete state of Nirvana. Before it could get heated, Lixie pulled away, holding you firmly, so he kept up his strenght to not distract you further. "Is it okay if I play Zelda while I lay in your lap?" You saw a hint of pink on his face, making you smile. "Well, I am close to finishing it, so why not? I don't think it can cause any harm." Felix got up excitedly to get his switch with his headphones. He laid down and got comfortable, then started playing his game. He has been quite into it lately. The game was beautiful, and there were a lot of things to do. The excitement in him got you into playing it, asking for his help in some harder situations.

When you got done with half of your paper, you looked down and saw a sleeping Felix with a gaming console on the ground next to him. He looked so peaceful like this: his pink lips parted, his eyelashes casting shadows on his face, and his freckles painting constellations onto his features. You can't help but start connecting the dots on his face with your fingers, making his eyes flutter as he awakens. "What are you doing, gorgeous?" You lean down to kiss him as a response. You feel like you're going to explode with all the feelings inside your chest. "I am done with half of my paper; I didn't want to wake you, sorry." You pout just a little, earning a smile as he reaches for your face to caress it. "That's my good girl. Are you ready for some farming time?" You nod, knowing that you're going to end up either playing until the sun gets up again or none at all and will end up cuddling in bed.

You two made some lunch and plopped down besides each other. Your desks have been set against one another, his PC taking up one desk while yours is cluttered by notes and books for your university courses; you just keep pushing it back each time you take your laptop out instead of organizing it. Felix tried to reason with you or help with that mess, but that's how you were, looking unorganized yet knowing exactly what is where, always on point. That's what your grades always reflect: perfect or almost perfect scores, even though you procrastinate until the last minute. He smiled to himself, knowing how he and the boys wished they had this superpower.

You put on your two's favorite chill playlist and booted up the game. We made a lot of progress, stopping to occasionally show physical affection for each other or taking a quick bathroom or snack break. I didn't even notice how the time flied until you looked down on your watch, seeing that it had passed five a.m. "Yongbok, we have a problem. Have you checked the time?" He has been so into the game that he almost looked up into the corner to see the in-game time, realizing that this might become a problem in the future. "Oh shit, I didn't notice when it got this late. I mean, I am going to be okay; I won't work for a couple of days now, but when do you need to send this assignment in?" he asked, knowing damn well that you have a habit of sending in your tasks with one minute left on the clock, giving him a scare. One time, Chan got to see your study progress and felt his soul leave his body. He still remembers how he and Han watched how their leader scolded you about your academics and your attitude towards your learning, painting a picture of an overworked father lecturing his rebellious daughter, who—no matter what she's doing—will always be his treasure. It never got said out loud, but you became the younger sister of the group, with all the older members looking out for your happiness and safety. And Felix isn't sure that if you two ever break up—which, let's face it, is highly unlikely—he wouldn't get the shorter stick and wouldn't get scolded.

Once you two saved and logged off for the day, got ready for bed, you snuggled close to each other leaving sweet kisses on one another, fighting the strong urge to sleep. When he heard your breathing change, he knew that you were fast asleep, what he waited for all along. It makes him happy and calm, knowing you are asleep. He pressed a light kiss on your forehead.

"Good night, my love," and with that, he dozed off to sleep as well.

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secret sessions ⸻ part one.

PAIRING. tutor!heeseung x f!reader

GENRE. smut with plot meaning MDNI. college au, strangers to lovers ?

SYNOPSIS. when your classmate recommends lee heeseung, the school’s infamous tutor, to help you get your grades up. little did you know that his confidential payment method would be your body.

WARNINGS. lowercase intended. cursing, fingering, dry humping, oral sex (male receiving), heeseung does stuff with someone other than reader, slight degrading, titty sucking, male masturbation, slight praising

WORD COUNT. 6.1k

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you laid your head on your desk as you were waiting for your professor to begin today’s lecture. you could slowly feel a deep slumber coming over you since you stayed up too late last night, resulting in you getting only three hours of sleep. the sound of your professor clapping his hands together from the front of the class caused you to jump, lifting your head from the desk and quickly tidying your hair back into the right places.

your professor cleared his throat before picking up a stack of papers from his desk. you sighed and shut your eyes tight as you could feel a potential headache coming on. you knew exactly what those papers were and were dreading this day for a couple of weeks now. your professor was finally handing back your exam results and you already had a gut feeling that you didn’t perform very well.

it was the second to last exam of the entire year, meaning the next exam along with assignments you turn in for the remaining of the year, determines your final grade in the course. “i’m going to assume you all know what i’m about to do. all your tests have been graded, and i will be handing them back out to you now so that you can all see your results” your professor spoke before traveling over to the left slide of the class, moving down row by row as he handed every student their test.

your seatmate, yunjin, turned to look at you, her eyes widening seeing how you appeared to be in stress. she placed a hand on your shoulder and leaned down closer to you so that you could hear her speak quietly. “do you think you did that bad?” she asks you with a small frown on her face, and you nodded back in response as you had your head down, staring at your lap and sulking.

you felt yunjin remove her hand from your shoulder before hearing the familiar throat clearing from your professors above you. you lifted your head slowly, before looking up at your professor who shared the same discontent expression as you did. he gave you a small nod before slipping your paper out from the stack, and placing it down your desk front side down. “i don’t blame you for having that look on your face, ms y/l/n. please, stay behind after class. we need to have a discussion” your professor said to you in a stern tone.

his expression quickly changed into a weak smile as he handed yunjin’s test back to her, “good job, ms huh. i see you’ve been doing very well in this class lately. keep up the good work.” yunjin returned a soft smile to her professor as he walked away down the row to continue handing out the rest of the tests. she looked back at you and grabbed your test off of your desk, turning it around to look at the score you got, “you’ve got to be kidding me, y/n.” “listen, i know it’s bad. i’m not in the mood right now to receive a lecture from you before having to receive another one from professor kim after class”, you said to her, crossing your arms over one another and pouring.

yunjin rolled her eyes at you before shoving the paper in your face, “a fucking 24 though?! you could do better than this.” you grabbed her arm, putting it down so that she was no longer wiggling your test results in your face. “what did you get then? miss fucking perfect” you asked her, looking down at her desk and seeing ‘92’ in bold red ink written on her paper. “oh my god” you mumbled under your breath before leaning your head back with both your hands on your head.

your professor clapped his hands together again to indicate that the class was now over, along with the school’s bell ringing not too shortly after. “class dismissed! y/n, you may stay” the teacher called out loudly into the class as the sounds of students rummaging through papers and their book bags clouded the room. “i’ll be waiting for your outside, okay?” yunjin says as she picked up her book bag from the floor and made her way out to exit the classroom. your eyes were stuck to the floor as you walked up to your professor's class, the sounds of your shoes tapping on the floor ringed through the now empty room.

your professor finished typing whatever he was typing on his computer before turning around to look at you. he crossed his fingers together and placed them in his lap before saying, “y/n, i’m not here to try and make you feel bad. i just want to know what is going on.” “nothing is going on,” you responded blankly as you tapped your feet on the ground, eager for this conversation to be done and over with. you professor purses his lips together before nodding, “well, do i need to advise some after-school tutoring for you? do i need to talk with your parents?” “no! no, mr, kim. that will not be necessary. i promise i will get my grades up in time before the end of the year.”

you clung to your book bag strap tightly before turning on your heels and rushing out of the class, leaving your professor there dumbfounded. you found yunjin leaning on the lockers across the hall as you walked over to her. she looked up from her phone, turned it off, and shoved it in her pocket before linking your arms together to walk down the hall. “how did it go?” she asks you. “he threatened to call my parents if i don’t get my grades up. i promised him that i will but i have no idea how i’m going to do that in time. i guess i’m just screwed.” yunjin stopped walking, causing your arms to unlink and you furrowed your eyebrows at her.

“i think you should start seeing the tutor i go to. he really helped me” yunjin proposed. even though you and yunjin only really communicated during school hours, you could tell she was always genuine with you and cared about you. you nodded at her, “sure. i can try seeing them. who is it?” “it’s a student. his name is lee heeseung. he gives tutoring sessions at his home. i promise you, he’s really good.” you raised your eyebrows slightly as she mentions his name. you had heard plenty of things about lee heeseung before, and you never expected him to be doing such a thing as tutoring people.

you knew he was smart, but you also knew he was a playboy. different girls would talk about all the stuff they did with him back to the beginning of high school, and a new girl comes out saying they’ve done “things” with him damn near every day. you went to respond but yunjin quickly shut you down, “i know what you’re thinking. lee heeseung, the man whore. but i wouldn’t recommend someone to you who i don't think could help you.” you gave her a nod in response and she shined you a bright smile, before patting you on the shoulder. “he always sits at the table right in front of the library at lunch. you can find him there.”

the time for lunch rose fairly quickly and now you were standing underneath a tree, staring at lee heeseung’s back who was sitting at the table yunjin said he would be at, reading from a textbook. you almost laughed at how much of a nerd he appeared to be. all these girls are saying that THIS guy, who’s reading a textbook during his free time at lunch, is getting bitches? you almost couldn’t believe it until you look at his face.

you took a long deep breath before you finally built up the courage to walk up to him and ask about his tutoring service. you gripped the strap of your book bag, out of habit, and began making your way over to him. you were glad that he was sitting alone so that you wouldn’t be embarrassing yourself in front of any of the friends he has. you didn’t want to approach him from the back in the potential of scaring him, so you walked over and stood on his side, being sure that he can see you from his peripheral.

he never looked up from his textbook, meaning you had to speak up to him to get his attention. you let out a quiet enough sigh for him not to hear before speaking, “e-excuse me? heeseung?” heeseung then looked up from the textbook he was reading, his eyebrows raised as he looked up at you, blinking a few times. “hm?” he mumbled to you in response, his stare remaining. you stared down at your black mary janes, rocking back and forth on your heels, before saying, “you see, a friend recommended you to me as a tutor because i’m currently failing all my classes.”

a smirk slowly crept up onto heeseung’s lips before he gave you a nod, indicating that he was listening and you could continue with what you were saying. “i thought maybe you could help me. and tutor me,” you continued, biting your bottom lip as you finished your sentence. heeseung glanced back at his textbook, closing it shut and leaning over next to him, rummaging through his book bag as if he was searching for something.

heeseung pulled out a piece of paper and a pen before scribbling down a few lines of words. he looked up at you once again, his Bambi eyes meeting yours as he handed you over the piece of paper. you took it from his hands and read it, being met with the letters and numbers that spelled out what you assume was his home address.

“you can meet me there starting next Monday at 5 pm,” he says to you, eyeing you up and down while your attention is still on the paper with his address on it. your attention averted from the paper and now to heeseung, a blush starting to form on your cheeks as you became flustered by his gaze. you nodded and bowed, muttering a small "thank you," before turning on your heels to walk back to where you normally sit for lunch.

you suddenly halted your actions, now remembering the question you almost forgot to ask him. you turned back around to heeseung whose eyes hadn’t left you for a second, and asked, "also, how much would i need to pay you for each session?" the smirk that was on his face not even a minute ago returned.

heeseung stood up from his seat before walking over to you, his tall frame now towering over your small one. he placed his hand on your arm, slowly rubbing it up and down against your skin as his eyes wandered over your delicate facial features, sending a wave of chills down your spine.

“don’t worry about that right now, babe. just make sure you come looking pretty.”

“f-fuck, heeseung. right there” she moans aloud, her fingers tangled through heeseung’s hair as he quickly pumps his digits in and out of her. his face was hidden in her neck, leaving soft kisses now and then and soft groans leaving his mouth right into her ear. “you like that, huh? you feel so tight and wet around my fingers. all because i help you with your math homework. pathetic” heeseung mumbles in her ear, causing her to arch her back as she can feel herself coming close to her high.

“h-heeseung, i’m cumming” she announces before releasing her juices all over his fingers, letting out one last loud moan as she orgasms. a minute passes by before heeseung pulls his digits out of her, shoving them in her mouth so she can taste herself. he removes his fingers from her mouth and tightly grips her jaw, “i think you should suck me off now, babe. i want to feel like that pretty mouth of yours.”

she quickly nods, sitting upright on the edge of his bed as heeseung shoves his pants down his legs, along with his underwear. she licked her lips at the sight of his blushed and aching cock, watching him pump it a few times before slapping his tip on her mouth. “open wide” heeseung tells her, before she quickly obeyed and took his length in her mouth all at once, his throbbing tip hitting the back of her throat. he leaned his head back as he let out a loud sigh, wrapping his hands around the sides of her head to gather her hair into a ponytail.

she bobbed her head up and down as she sucked him off, soft moans and groans continuing to leave his mouth. “you feel so fucking good, yuna. keep sucking it just like that, baby” he tells her, encouraging them to suck him off even faster, eager to feel his warm release slide down her throat. he gripped her hair even tighter as he forced her mouth down more on his dick, her gagging as she held his thighs. she moaned up against his length which causes him to let out a grunt, releasing her mouth from his cock to see the string of spit hang from her mouth connecting to his member.

it was around 4:54 pm, close to the time heeseung told you to meet him at his house for your tutoring session. you are anxious about arriving a little bit early but you didn’t think of the possibility that he was having another session right before you. you looked at the time on your phone as you walked up to heeseung’s front door. you lifted your fist to knock on the door, hesitating for a second before finally giving in and knocking on the door.

heeseung and yuna’s actions both came to a halt, both of their eyes widening. heeseung looked over at the clock sitting on his nightstand, the time reading 4:58 pm. “fuck” he whispered under his breath before releasing the hold on her hair, and quickly pulling his pants back up on his waist. “what’s going on?” yuna asked heeseung, wrapping his sheets around her chest to cover herself up. heeseung rolled his eyes, “i forgot that i had scheduled a session at this time. just hurry up and put your clothes back on so you can leave.”

you stared at the ground as you patiently waited before heeseung suddenly swung the door open. you looked up, seeing his messy hair that screamed after sex hair and red marks all over his neck that would soon become a deep purple. “uh hi?” you said to him as you lifted your textbooks to show him. he nodded, “right. my other guest was just leaving but you can come in” heeseung responded as he pointed behind him and then moved aside to let you into his home.

you stepped inside, him shutting the door behind you. “ok heeseung i’m going now!” you heard a female voice say to him, shortly walking out of what appeared to be a bedroom afterward. your eyes widened, looking back and forth between her and heeseung, feeling the awkward tension rise in the room. you observed that her hair was just as messy as heeseung’s, if anything it was messier than his. you could also sense the sensual tension between the two no matter how always it was in the current moment, and it started to make you feel uncomfortable.

“yup. i’ll see you next week. same time, yuna” heeseung says to her as she nods to him, making her exit. heeseung let out a sigh as he saw the door shut, before turning to you and asking, “sorry about that. would you like anything to drink before we start?” you avoided his gaze and shrugged your shoulders, “just water i guess.” heeseung nodded before opening up his cabinet to grab a glass to pour you some water.

“do you want to work in the living room or my bedroom?” he asked you while pouring the water into the glass. considering how you believe heeseung and that girl just had sex in his bedroom, being in his bedroom is the last place you wanted to be. “in here, in the living room is fine” you responded, taking it upon yourself to sit yourself down on the couch. heeseung walks over to where you’re sitting and sits down next to you, placing the glass of water on the coffee table in front of you.

heeseung clears his throat before saying, “so what subject am i going to be helping you with?” you let out a small chuckle at his question before placing all your textbooks on the coffee table, “i’m failing every single subject. so i need help with like all them.” heeseung’s eyes widened, “you take for a smart girl. i’m surprised.” you quickly shifted your body to slightly face away from heeseung so he couldn’t see the blush that was now on your cheeks. you mentally told yourself to knock it off, because he barely even said anything to you and now you were looking like a cherry red tomato.

heeseung noticed your change in position but he didn’t think too much of it, leaning down to grab one of your textbooks, his hand slightly brushing against your own. he looked at you, shooting you his infamous smile before saying, “science it is.” you shot him an awkward smile back before grabbing the glass of water off the table and taking a small sip.

during the session, heeseung was teaching and explaining the material that was most likely going to be on your next exam. heeseung pointed to a paragraph in the book, leaning down next to you, and you could almost feel his breath hitting your neck. you didn’t realize how close you and heeseung were to each other until now. fifteen more minutes passed by, and time was now up for your session. he told you his sessions typically last an hour and that his scheduled time with you would be each Monday of every week.

you remained seated on his couch before checking your phone to look at the time, seeing that it was now 6:10 pm. you looked at heeseung who was scrolling through his phone before saying, “i think i should go now. how much do i pay you?” heeseung looked up from his phone, shutting it off and placing it down on the coffee table. he crosses his arms as his gaze was still on you, looking you up and down as his teeth graze against his bottom lip. “this is a secret session, y/n.”

you furrowed your eyebrows at him before asking, “what does that mean?” “it means that you can’t tell anybody about what happens in this session” he answered, scooting himself closer to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. he leans down his mouth now hovering over your ear, and whispered, “i need you to pay up with your body for me, babe.”

you felt his arm fall off your shoulder as his hands roamed the sides of your body, holding your waist as he left a sloppy kiss on your neck. chills were sent down your spine as his hands reached your thighs, giving them a small squeeze. he continued to place kisses on your neck, causing a small moan to leave your mouth. you felt his lips curl up into a smirk against your neck, “can you sit in my lap, babe?”

you cursed at yourself for giving into his temptations, but his touch was too euphoric for you, and couldn’t help but crave more of it. you lifted yourself from the couch, facing heeseung as he grips your hips and pulls you into his lap to straddle him. he looked up at you, his eyes filled with lust as his hands remained on your hips. “are you going to be a good girl and repay me for helping you?” he asks you, slowly starting to move your hips to guide you to grind against him. you nodded as you closed your eyes and bit your lip, the friction from his clothed hard-on rubbing up against your clothed heat overwhelming you with pleasure. heeseung was wearing a pair of sweatpants as you wore a skirt with just your panties underneath, so the clothes you had on were pretty thin

his hands made their way to the bottom of your shirt, tugging on it to ask for allowance to remove it from you. you quickly lifted your arms, in which he immediately lifted your shirt and took it off of you. heeseung’s eyes landed on your bra strap and slowly pulled it down your shoulder until it revealed your left breast. he leaned toward you, placing a kiss on your shoulder before taking your breast in his palm and giving it a squeeze which caused you to let out a whimper. heeseung bucked his hips upwards, his hard bulge smacking up against your soaking core as his head leaned down towards your tit, his mouth immediately clinging on to it and sucking it.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, hands wrapping heeseung’s neck and fingers getting tangled into his hair. “t-that feels so good, hee,” you said to him and he smiled against your breast, loving the new nickname you unintentionally just gave him. his tongue swirled around your now hard nipple, and you were now a complete moaning mess all over him as your slit was dripping more by the second. he released his mouth shortly after to say, “your pussy is fucking soaked, babe. i’ve barely even touched you.”

moans and whimpers never failed to keep leaving your mouth, which gave heeseung an ego boost that you were such a mess just from the feeling of his bulge through his pants. he continued to guide you and even let out small groans himself, as he could feel the wetness from your core, leaking onto his pants. you leaned your head back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as heeseung admired your fucked out face. heeseung was drawn to you from the day you came up to him and asked him to tutor you, and at this moment he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

with your mouth slightly ajar, eyes tightly shut, and letting out sweet moans just for him as you were getting closer and closer to letting go just from dry humping him. you could feel heeseung’s length twitch against you, meaning that he was close to reaching his climax with you. you felt one of his hands leave your waist, that hand suddenly coming into contact with your cheek as he guided your head down so you could look at him. he smirks at you before saying, “i want to see what that pretty face looks like when it cums.”

he started to guide you faster as your legs began to tremble, a rush of heat flowing to your core and a knot forming in your stomach. your hands were placed on his shoulders, digging your fingernails into his shoulder before saying, “h-heeseung, i’m going to cum.” “fuck, baby. cum for me. i’m about to cum too” he responds to you, never breaking eye contact with you. you whither from on top of him, letting out one last moan before coming undone. heeseung groaned, releasing his load into his underwear, adding to the wet spot on your panties.

your juices were dripping out of your slit and onto the spot on his underwear where he just came. you two could each other's wetness up against each other, and it managed to turn the both of you on even after coming down from your highs. you remained on heeseung’s lap as your chest heaved up and down, trying to catch your breath after the intense orgasm you just had. heeseung was in the same position and laughed under his breath at the sight of you now hiding your face from him like he didn’t just see how blissed out it was a few minutes ago.

he brought up his hand to your face, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes traveling down to the sight of your lips. “is it weird that i want to kiss you right now?” he mumbled under his breath, hoping that it wasn’t loud enough for you to hear it. the current intimate state between you and heeseung made you nervous and caused a rush of heat to flow to your cheeks. you quickly hopped off of his lap before shoving all your belongings back into your book bag. “sorry, i think i should go. i’ve got to get home” you told heeseung before shooting him a small smile and making your way to his front door to exit.

“will i be seeing you again next Monday?” he asked you as your hand reached out to grab his doorknob. you paused before turning around to meet his Bambi eyes once again, taking a glance at his hands that were placed on his lap, covering his crotch. you gave him a quick nod, before turning his doorknob and making your way to leave his place.

you went to school the next day, seeing heeseung multiple times but refusing to look him in the eyes. you could feel his stare burning into your skull each time you and he were in the same vicinity, but you were too embarrassed to confront him ever since the foreplay moment you two shared back in your little tutoring session. you quickly sat down in your class as yunjin squealed next to you as she was deeply invested in whatever was on her phone. your presence made her look up from her phone and her eyes widened before asking, “did you see him?”

you stared down at your desk and nodded your head in response, dreading ever walking into the class and taking your seat. “i’m so excited to have my session with him today. he’ll have me leaving that place feeling soooo good, if you know what i mean” yunjin snorted and nudged you with her elbow, before digging into her book bag to take out her notebook. “alright, class! i know this is sudden and out of the blue, but we will be taking a quiz on chapter 2 on Thursday” your teacher announces to the class as he writes on the chalkboard the class’ schedule for today.

students began whispering and muttering to each other as he announced the sudden quiz. nobody was prepared for this and now had to stay up hours for the next day or so studying to try and get a good grade on this quiz. you cursed to yourself as you had just learned material from heeseung yesterday from chapter 1, but had yet to begin working on chapter 2 yet. class ended around forty minutes later, and you rushed out in an attempt to search for heeseung. you dreaded the idea of having to face him after yesterday, but you were in desperate need of another session before you had to take this quiz.

you walked down the hallways, looking left and right, trying to spot his face anywhere. you walked a few more steps before seeing him stuffing textbooks into his locker, with what appeared to be a familiar-looking girl next to him who was talking his ear off. you could tell heeseung looked disinterested and the closer you got to them when you realized it was the girl that rushed out of his house yesterday. you didn’t want to interrupt them, but again you were extremely desperate and needed to get a good grade on this quiz.

you walked up to heeseung and the girl, lightly tapping him on the back to get his attention. he instantly stopped speaking to turn around and look at you, his eyebrows raising as he wasn’t expecting you to be the one he would turn around to. “what’s up, y/n?” heeseung asked you, the smirk that seemed to always be on his mouth when speaking to you appeared for another time. you heard the girl, yuna, scoff from behind him as she stood there against the lockers and pouted now that heeseung was no longer paying attention to her.

you have heeseung a weak smile before saying, “sorry to bother you but is it okay if we have a session tomorrow? i know it’s sudden but i can really really use your help.” “yeah sure. i could really really use your help too” he responds to you which instantly sent a redness to your cheeks, causing you to stare down at the floor to avoid his gaze. “we can do it at 5 pm again. that works for you, right?” he asked you in which you responded with a nod. he shot you a cute little smile before saying, “great. i’ll see you then, y/n.”

heeseung almost hated seeing your face as he walked through the hallways. anytime he looked at you, all he could think about was how you looked on top of him, reaching your high as you were grinding on him. he hadn’t stopped thinking about it since the moment it happened and it frustrated him, to say the least. and you coming up to him to ask him for the last-minute quick session pushed him over the edge. heeseung leaned back, plopping onto his bed as he let out a long sigh, his book bag falling onto the floor beside him. he shut his eyes, the images of your head leaning back as you let out soft moans filled his mind.

his hands were at his sides but before you knew it they were rubbing against his clothed hard cock, palming himself through his dress pants. he hissed at the pleasure that ran through his body as he did so, but he couldn’t tease himself any longer. he needed a release because his cock was practically aching the whole day at the thought of you. he quickly removed his pants, shoving them to his ankles along with his underwear, his shaft springing and slapping against his abdomen. his tip was red and flushed, in need of a good jerk and release.

his hands wrapped around his length, pumping himself at a quick pace and rubbing circles on his tip now and then. “fuck” he groaned, his cock pulsating in his hand and thinking about how tight your pussy would feel, tightening around him as he fucked you into oblivion. his strokes began to get faster and faster, bucking his hips into his hand as he was becoming desperate to just feel your walls around him. sliding his dick in and out of your soaking pussy, screaming his name, and leaving small scratches on his back as he pounded relentlessly into you.

“fuck fuck fuck, y/n. you feel so fucking right around me. this pussy better be all mine” heeseung says aloud, his strokes becoming sloppy as he could already feel himself coming close to his orgasm. “just like that, baby. taking my dick like the good girl you are.” heeseung pumped himself a few more times before hitting his release, spurting lines of cum on to his stomach as he let out one last groan. his chest was heaving up and down, trying to catch his breath after his orgasm. he mentally facepalmed himself after he realized what he’d just done, and this was something he hasn’t thought of with any other one of his “students.”

the next day, the day of you and heeseung’s last-minute session quickly arrived, and you were seated on his couch once again, receiving the help you needed so badly. heeseung was leaning over your shoulder, his breath hitting your neck and everything felt like deja vu. “do you always do stuff like we did yesterday with the people you tutor?” you suddenly asked, throwing him off guard since he was in the middle of reading you a passage from the chapter you needed to study. “you need to focus on this, y/n” his voice raspy as he answered near your ear.

“but i’m just curious,” you said to him, scooting further back to where you were now almost sitting in his lap, your ass just an inch away from his crotch. heeseung’s hands snaked around your waist as he shoved his face in the crook of your neck, taking a nibble at your skin before saying, “well, if you wanted it again you could’ve just told me, babe.” his lips were instantly back on your neck, sucking and nibbling in hopes of leaving his mark on you. “you’ve been such a good girl for me and listening to everything i say. i think you deserve my cock in your mouth.”

you turned around to look at him and he nodded towards the floor, indicating to get on your knees. you slid off his lap and made your way on the floor, in between his legs that were perfectly apart for you to fit. your hands traveled to the drawstring of his sweatpants, untying them slowly to get him eager. he looked down at you, biting his lips and lifting his hips from the couch a little bit, showing his eagerness already. you got the drawstring untied and you pulled the sweatpants down his legs and were instantly hit with his cock slapping up against his stomach.

you looked up at heeseung who was already smirking down at you and he says, “didn’t wear any underwear for easier access babe. now get to sucking with that pretty mouth of yours.” you remained eye contact with him as you took his cock into your hand, sticking your tongue out to lick from the bottom of his shaft, traveling it to his tip. he mumbled a quiet “fuck” as you swirled your tongue around his red tip. you finally took him all in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as you jerked off what rest of his length you couldn’t fit.

his hands found their way to your hair, pulling it back out of your face so it wouldn’t disturb you as you sucked him off. “fuck, baby. just like that. that mouth feels so fucking good” he hissed out, beginning to buck his hips without even realizing, his tip rubbing against the back of your throat with every thrust he gave. your eyes began to water as he practically fucked your mouth, holding your hair into a ponytail to get the best view of your mouth full of his dick. he noticed a tear fall from your eyes as you deepthroated him and he took his thumb to wipe it away before saying, “aw, my baby is crying? can't handle this big dick in your mouth, huh?”

you moaned against his shaft which caused him to throw his head back against the couch and start fucking your face again. you held onto his thighs for support as you could feel his cock twitching inside of your mouth, and you rubbed your thighs together as your panties were now drenched from the pool between your legs. “i’m so fucking close, baby. keep sucking” he says to you, his eyes tightly closed shut with his mouth slightly hanging open, licking his lips at times. you continued to bob your head up and down at a quick pace, desperate to feel his seed fill your mouth already.

heeseung let out a grunt before saying, “fuck, y/n. i’m cumming.” he quickly released into your mouth, his warm cum shooting down inside of your mouth and dripping down your throat. his hold released from your hair as he leaned his head back, trying to catch his breath after you gave him the best orgasm of his life. he finally calmed down and opened his eyes, as you were still sitting there looking so innocent between his legs as if you didn’t just deepthroat his dick and swallow his kids.

he took his hand to touch the side of your face, caressing your cheek as you grabbed his wrist and leaned into his touch. he bit his lip before saying,

“i think i’m going to need to see you multiple times a week, babe.”

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[strawberryblue-blog]

heyy girlyy idk if you're doing requests or not but, it's been a really rough time for me these past few days, i have exams going on plus some issues with my mental health so i was wondering if you could write like a short and quick pedri comfort fic where he takes care and consoles a very sad and stressed reader, love you lot's, take caree! 💌💕

Comfort boy —Pedri.

request: yes.

warnings: none. mental issues, anxiety, stress.

words: +1.5k

#SEXYNOTE: thanks for the request i am really going through something similar and writing this felt so good. anonymous person i hope you like it and are taking care of yourself, you can handle anything. love you 🩵

Your leg moved unconsciously in response to your anxiety as you bit your parched lips. Your eyes followed the lines of text as you read the report over and over but there was something that didn't feel right. Something was missing.

Your fingers trembled as you grabbed the pen to continue writing what was supposed to be your semi-annual report of your fieldwork. You had been at it for at least a week and hadn't even left the house to finish it perfectly. After class, you would go home and sit down with your work.

College was killing you these days and you couldn't worry about anything else but this. You didn't even know what day it was exactly because you hadn't slept properly for at least 24 hours.

"Y/n?" you heard in the distance. "Baby" he yelled a little loudly when you didn't answer.

Your eyes saw your boyfriend walk through the door of your apartment, seeing him coming as you lifted your head from your sheets.

"Pedri?" you asked in confusion. The young man was walking into your house smiling, when he finally had your attention. You blinked in surprise and somewhat exhausted but happy to see him again. You hadn't heard him, so you assumed he had used the key you had given him for emergencies.

"I knocked on the door but you didn't answer" he approached and you could see his hands busy with grocery bags.

Your tired eyes saw him come to you and kiss your forehead softly.

"I brought you this" he pointed to the bags. "I thought you might need it" he finished saying heading towards the kitchen.

You got up from your place following him to help him. You tried to take them to help him but Pedri denied.

"I'll do it, don't worry" he emitted and you pouted, leaving him.

"No need, honey" you said hugging him from behind as he finished unpacking the bags with merchandise.

When your face touched his back, your body relaxed completely, you felt his touch so warm that your anxiety and stress suddenly vanished. Many emotions were going through your mind right now, you were restless, feeling the pain in your legs from sitting for so long. Or the burning in your eyes from being focused on your homework. Even her back creaked as you stretched towards Pedri.

"You need rest, little bear," he turned to hug your body. His arms wrapped around you, hugging you.

You had missed him so much these endless days you had had. Pedri was like the light of your days and he knew exactly how to comfort you on these days.

"Do you want me to fix you something to eat?" he asked slowly when he saw you on his chest.

You shook a little. Even though your feeding had consisted of black coffee these past few hours, you weren't that hungry.

"Can we go rest?" you whispered as your body felt numb. You looked up and Pedri saw you stroking your back.

"Of course we can, baby" he smiled as you brought your mouth close to his. You joined his lips quickly, circling his neck when his hands took your legs to lift you into his arms.

He walked you to the bedroom, where he laid you gently on the bed, removed your slippers and left the quilt over your body. He took off his clothes and lay down next to you.

Again, his arms wrapped around you taking you completely against his body. Calm invaded your mind as his fingers caressed your lower back, relaxing you. Thoughts were gone, you were even willing to sleep for hours with his presence.

"You're doing great, Y/n" he whispered and his fingers caressed the sides of your face. "You can handle anything, I trust you" he said making you feel your eyes sting with tears.

These last few days had been really hard for you and despite not having seen him that much, not even having had time to call him, just quick messages, Pedri was still here by your side.

You were sure that thanks to him you could go on with everything. Because Pedri took care of you when you didn't, he loved you and didn't leave you despite your problems.

"I can because you are here with me" you told him when a tear fell. He wiped it away himself, smiling at you.

"I love you so much" his forehead caressed yours.

"I love you too, Pedri"

[themoonchildwhofell]

all my ghosts

pairing: Farleigh Start x reader

content/warnings: fluff (im so sorry guys), pretty fast paced lol

summary: HC of a healthy farleigh x reader relationship (thank fucking god)

note: really wanted to write farleigh finding a nice partner that helps him with his trauma lol. possibly post saltburn. I'm so sorry my dudes. I really am a sucker for fluff! still based off of a Lizzy Mcalpine song.

"'Cause I hate all of my habits but I happen to love you."

Farleigh met you at a 7/11 near the place he works at. He's pretty bummed about not having to go to Oxford as well as fully disconnecting from the old life he had.

It was exactly July 11th. He remembered because you got a free slurpie at the convenient store.

You looked good for someone who was staying up due to an exam. You finally decided to claim that free slurpie they had since sugar wakes you up.

Farleigh, on the other hand, was just exploring the place. He didn't really want to stay at his mum's place. So he decided to get his own place.

He didn't really want to go out that night. It was a not-so-impulsive decision due to the fact that his case of cigarettes were all out.

The fluorescent lights weren't really giving you justice. As well as the bags under your eyes but who cares? You really need to pass this math exam tomorrow.

He approached you being the extrovert that he is and asked for your name and number. His excuse was to tour him around since it was his first time back at the States. (he was already living there for 3 weeks)

You agreed to tour him around. Praying that he wasn't a murderer of some sort.

You two went out the very next day to "tour" him around. At the end of the day, he did ask if this was a date.

"No. But maybe we can set a proper one?" you suggested.

He liked that. It means he gets to see you again.

Months pass and you both seem to connect really well.

The relationship progresses to you both being a couple.

Everything felt great. There was the usual fights, of course. I mean Farleigh is kind of a diva. You expected him to be annoying at times.

But most of the time, he's the loveliest.

It's the same with Farleigh as well. He loves your company. You make him feel good and sane. Especially after all the loss he experienced.

There are times that he feels like you're too good for him especially with all the baggage he has. All the trauma from Saltburn and his cousins passing.

These trauma did manifest some bad habits that he's actively fighting. But it helps him when he thinks that he might have a lot of ghosts with him haunting every piece of him left in Saltburn; He still has you.

Dates with him are always unpredictable. You both tried to do cocktails once at his apartment but failed. You both decided to just drink the wine and eat all the fruit.

You also tried cooking. Which was fun and messy. But the mac and cheese was good. He was really convinced that he could make a better mac and cheese than Gordon Ramsey. You giggled at how adorable he was and agreed. That night ended in a sink full of dirty dishes, slow dancing to Master & A Hound by Gregory Alan Isakov and tiny sweet kisses.

Sometimes, you both try clubbing. But end up going home early to just drink at home and watch some movie or have sex.

You both tried to finish two bottles of brandy one time.

"You really think you can beat me at drinking?" Farleigh smirked.

"Fuck! I'm 3 shots deep, my boy. And I feel sober." You we're not. You both didn't finish the bottles of brandy. And he had to carry you to bed.

"You know... I'm pretty drunk right now. But I really love you, Farleigh. You and all your ghosts." You passed out right after. He did say he loved you too. But he'll probably just repeat it once you both are sober. That was the first time you both said I love you.

You had the realization that you'd want to spend the rest of your life with him one Saturday morning. You both we're on the couch watching Bluey. You made him watch Bluey because at first he didn't want to since it's a kids show. But he saw the one episode with Chili and it really stuck with him.

He was laughing at a particular scene when he said. "I think we're like them. Chili and Bandit."

You stared at him. "Yeah. I guess so." It kinda dawned on you how compatible you both are. How you can live like this for the rest of your life.

He had the realization that he wanted to marry you the time you we're at his mom's home celebrating Christmas. You were helping with decorating the tree. He decided to quickly grab the star at the top of the cupboard in the hallway. While going back to the living room, he saw you sweaty, with your tongue out and concentrating on placing the lights on the tree. He realized he has never felt happier than that exact moment. He would love to spend every christmas decorating trees with you.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Sebastian motivating you to take your final exam

Pairings: Boyfriend!Sebastian Stan x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Sebastian gives you motivation to take your final college exam.

Warnings: Fluff, implied Smut (18+), language, age gap (reader is in her mid 20s), kissing, pet names

A/N: I used Google translate for the Romanian translations. I apologize if I got anything wrong.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Baby, I’m home!” Sebastian’s voice echoed through the house. “Are you home?” He asks.

He frowned when you didn’t greet him or answered him. He heard the TV playing in the living room. He went to the living room to see you on the couch studying for your final college exam with your back facing him. He walked up behind you, being careful to not scare you.

“Hi, dragă.” He says softly, kissing your cheek.

“Hi, Sebby.” You say with a sigh.

Sebastian looked at your laptop screen, noticing that you were going over a topic for your final exam before he left for his meeting this morning.

“How long have you been studying?” He asks.

“Since you left for your meeting.” You say, not taking your eyes off the laptop screen.

“Did you take any breaks?” He asks.

“One. I left the house for Starbucks and that’s it.” You tell him, pointing at the empty Starbucks cup on the coffee table.

Sebastian sighs before closing your laptop and taking it from you.

“Hey!” You reached for your laptop, but he held it further away from you. “I wasn’t done!” You whined, doing grabby hands for your laptop.

“You, dragul meu, are done studying for the night.” Sebastian says.

“I just don’t want to fail is all.” You say, looking down.

Sebastian gently cupped your cheeks, gently lifting your head to get you to look him in the eye.

“You’re going to ace that final exam.” He assures. “You’re one of the smartest people I know.” He tells you before kissing you sweetly.

Your hands grasped his shirt as you melted under his touch and kiss.

“How about you change into something comfortable and we can watch movies for the rest of the night.” Sebastian suggests.

“I like the sound of that.” You say, kissing him once more.

You went to yours and Sebastian’s bedroom to change into your pajamas which consists of one of Sebastian’s shirts. You went back to the living room and sat down next to him on the couch, snuggling yourself against his side.

“You know…” You sat up. “We don’t have to pay attention to the movie.” You say with a hint of mischief in your voice.

“Oh yea? What do you have in mind, dragă?” Sebastian asks, looking at you.

You got on his lap, straddling him. You leaned in and kissed him hungrily. His hands found their way to your hips and pulled you closer to him. Let’s just say that you two didn’t pay attention to the movie at all.

The next morning, you woke up to the sun peaking through the curtains. You whined, knowing what day it is. Exam day.

“Morning, baby.” Sebastian says softly.

“Morning, Sebby.” You say.

You turned over so you were facing him and gave him a good morning kiss.

“Motivate me to take that exam.” You say.

“You’re going to ace that exam, dragă.” He kisses your lips. “You’re the smartest woman I know.” He kisses you again. “Then you’re going to graduate this weekend and you’re finally done.” He gives you another kiss. “Which means we can do whatever you want.” He says, kissing you once more.

“I want to go somewhere tropical and warm after I graduate.” You tell him.

“We can do that.” He smiles. “After all the hard work you’ve done, you deserve it.” He says.

Sebastian kisses you one more time, but it turned into a heated make out session. He got on top of you, hovering over you.

“You need to get ready for that exam.” Sebastian says, pulling away.

You playfully pouted as he got off of you. You sighed and got ready for class.

“Good luck. I love you, dragă.” Sebastian says, kissing you passionately.

“I love you too, babe.” You say, kissing him back before leaving.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[fairyhaos]

❍ the 2k event: woozi + food

alternative title: apples and pink "i love you"s

pairing: woozi x gn!reader

genre: non-idols au, exams, established relationship

word count: 1071

warnings: food mention

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You receive the first container of food when there are ten days left until you have to take your exam. 

Well, okay. It's not a container of food, per se, and more of your shared emptied-out fruit bowl with a sole apple and a post-it note slapped onto it, but it makes you smile and laugh all the same. 

It all started earlier that day, while you were locked away in your room, in the middle of completing a practice paper for your revision. 

There's a knock at your door and, after a moment of silence, the doorknob turns and a head peers into your room, squinting at you suspiciously. 

"Y/N. Have you eaten yet?"

You hum in acknowledgment at your boyfriend's question, not taking your eyes off the latest set of practice questions you're going through. Jihoon watches you for a moment before opening the door wider, stepping into your room and up to your desk, resting a hand briefly on your shoulder. 

"Y/N," he says again, and his tone is disapproving. He squeezes your shoulder, once, softly. It makes you finally look up before looking away guiltily.

"I��� ate a coffee?"

Jihoon tsks, fingers brushing over your shoulder again. "You can't eat a coffee," he points out. "That's not a thing. Love, it's gone noon. Have you had any food today?"

"No, not yet," you admit, and then carry on quickly before the look of disapproval on his face can deepen, "but seriously, I wasn't hungry. And I had my coffee, and you know when I have coffee I end up not wanting to eat for a few hours," you say, gently dislodging his hand from your back. "I'll grab something to eat after I finish this. Promise."

Your boyfriend hums, frowning a little, but he doesn't say anything and just presses a kiss to the top of your forehead. "Alright. Well, I'm gonna be out for the rest of the day. Mingyu wants my help on his assignment and it'll probably take a while."

"Okay." You turn back to your revision once more. "Have fun."

Jihoon's fingers tap against the back of your neck, a silent goodbye and a message to take care of yourself, before he's gone, closing your door behind him with a soft click. 

You don't think too much of the conversation, and an hour later, you leave your room, coffee mug empty and eyes burning with exhaustion. And that's when you see the bright purple thing on the kitchen island, and you blink and tilt your head, warmth spreading through your chest. 

Jihoon has freshly washed the apple, and there are beads of water still slowly evaporating on it. The post-it note is falling off of its side, but you can see your boyfriend's familiar scrawl on it, and you pick it up with a fond smile beginning to widen on your face. 

I didn't believe you when you said you'll eat, so at least have this apple. I'll buy groceries today to make you something nicer tomorrow. - Lee Jihoon

You don't know whether to laugh at the sweet gesture or cry at the fact that he signed his name on the paper. 

"As if it would be anyone else telling me to eat," you mutter to yourself, picking up the apple and taking a bite. 

After finishing it and refilling your coffee, you take the post-it back into your room and place the bright pink paper amongst the mess of your black ink notes. 

———————————— 🍞

The post-its and containers of food carry on. You barely see your boyfriend, him being busy with his own work and you basically living amongst your revision notes, and the only reminder you get of his presence is when he leaves his pink post-it foods everywhere for you to find. 

You don't necessarily have a bad relationship with food. But for you, other things are simply more important than eating.

Like revising for your exams, for example. 

And Jihoon knows this. He gets like this too sometimes, when he's absorbed in his compositions, when he's too busy giving his all to something to take care of himself. 

Jihoon cares, so much, through small gestures and little moments that show just how much he pays attention to you. It's why you fell in love with him in the first place. 

And it's through gestures like this that make you remember just how much you love him, and how much he loves you. 

You have a whole pile of his neon pink notes on your desk now, and sometimes instead of looking over your actual notes you find yourself going through them again, smiling at the amount of support and love emanating from Jihoon's handwriting. 

A part of you never wants your exams to come, nervous for the paper and also wanting Jihoon's notes to go on forever. 

A big, big part of you, however, wants them to be over as quickly as possible. So you can shower your boyfriend with as much love as he deserves, for all that he's done for you. 

The apartment is empty when you finally step out of your room, flashcards in hand, all dressed to leave and take your exam. Jihoon had left earlier that day, but from the multitude of notes practically lining your way to the front door, you can tell how much he wanted to be there for you. 

It makes you laugh, heart warming with love, as you bend down and pick up every single one. They all have messages of "drink water", "have something to eat before the exam", "take a deep breath, everything will be fine" and you find yourself blushing, momentarily forgetting any nerves and worries due to how endearingly sweet his gestures are. 

You stick all the notes together, prepared to put them in your bag and finally get out of the door, before one last note left by the door frame makes you pause. 

"Whatever happens today, just know that I'm cheering you on. I love you. <3"

"Lee Jihoon, you…" you smile down at the note, noting the fact that he's even drawn a little heart at the end. You shake your head, endlessly fond and, clutching the last post-it note, you open the door and step outside. 

Your nerves are steadily coming back, and your heart is still thumping, but somewhere out there, someone's heart is thumping in tandem with yours. 

[x-aefx]

Puppy Love - Bella Ramsey

Summary: whilst you have been busy with college, your brother has been looking after your dog for you. Finally you return home and get to meet his new best friend, and owner.

(the puppy in question is a Cavalier King Charles spaniel because they are the cutest!)

💌

Returning to your family home you were eagerly awaiting to reunite with Milo, and of course your family.

Exams were finally over and you now had more time for yourself. Usually you would spend your days cramming extra study and locked in your apartment. Sometimes going days without any real social interactions.

That was part of the reason you left Milo in the care of your family.

Milo was just a puppy, only a year old, and required a lot of attention. With studying, you couldn't provide that.

Knowing your younger brother, Steven, desperately wanted a dog and had plenty of free time, you knew Milo was in good hands.

Parking your car in the driveway, hastily you made your way to the front door. As you opened the front door you followed the sound of chatter and laughter, leading towards the garden.

Like you had expected your family sat around together on garden chairs spending quality time together. Glasses of white wine were left on the outside tables beside their chairs along with opened packets of crisps.

Your mother and father sat with their backs towards the living room, your father's arm laying on the back of the joined seat as he told tales from work. Your eldest sister, Lily, sat on her own individual chair rolling her eyes but listening intently to her dad's exaggerated stories.

The twins, Steven and Emma sat on a joint seat opposite Lily, drinking cans of soda as they made witty comments every now and then. Milo lay curled up on Steven's lap as he rested.

Walking through the living room the french double doors were open allowing you to quietly sneak up on your family.

Lily was the first to notice you. Her eyes widened briefly, she stood immediately from her seat approaching you with open arms.

"OH MY GOSH! Y/n! It's been ages!" She squealed, hugging you tightly.

You reciprocated the hug. You had always been closest to Lily ever since you were kids.

"I know! I've missed you all."

By now your entire family was standing around you, greeting you and pulling you into hugs.

"we missed you"

"how have you been!"

"have you met anyone?"

"come sit down!"

As everyone crowded around you, you tried answering all their questions, getting confused about who asked you what. A small, high pitched park silenced everyone, one by one everyone's eyes landed on Milo who stared up at you. Your mother and Emma stood a part allowing Milo to walk past them towards you.

Milo did so ecstatically. Running up to you he circled your feet a few times, barking happily with his tail swinging back and forth.

Your heart melted as you looked down at him. Crouching down you picked the small pup up and hugged him, kissing his head and scratching behind his ear as he liked.

"hi baby" you cooed.

Everyone settled down in the living room, sitting cozy on the couches as they watched tv. You were able to catch up with everyone, answer all their questions and ask your own. Milo was happily sitting on your lap, playing with his toy until he began getting restless. You looked down at him confused.

Steven noticed, "I usually take him for a walk around the park at this time. He loves it. His friend Skipper is usually there too"

You frowned but Milo's attention was caught at the sound of skipper's name.

"Whose dog is Skipper?"

Steven shrugged, "i don't know them very well. Their names Bella. We just make small talk as the dogs play."

You looked back down at Milo.

"wanna go see Skipper then Milo?" You smiled.

Milo leaped off your lap as he ran to the front door.

"No! You have jobs to apply to mister!" Your mother warned once she saw Steven standing up.

"but mum-"

"no. You've put it off long enough."

Steven sighed but didn't argue further.

Getting Milo on his lead, you two walked peacefully down the quiet street. Small Worlds by Mac Miller was playing in your earpods. The sky was a lovely pink and orange colour.

Since the park wasn't far from your family's home you made it there quickly.

Walking down the path you reach an empty circular field that seemed to go on forever, with only you and Milo along with another stranger and their dog.

Crouching down you took Milo's lead of him once he started getting excited and eager to run off. The minute the lead was off Milo began sprinting faster than you have ever seen him before, towards the stranger.

You presumed this was the stranger your brother was telling you about, Bella and Skipper.

You walked over to them. Bella didn't notice you approaching. They crouched down and happily gave Milo a few pats, though Skipper demanded attention too.

"so this is who Milo was so excited to see?" You made yourself known. Bella quickly looked up at the sound of your voice. They blinked a few times registering your words before smiling up at you. They stood up to face you.

"you are correct." They smiled sheepishly, "I hope you don't mind. Skipper really loves Milo."

You shook your head, "of course not. I'm y/n." You introduced yourself.

"Bella."

Skipper and Milo began running off, though still in view of Bella and you. It was quiet for awhile as the two of you watched them play.

"Are you looking after Milo for Steven?" Bella began small talk.

"oh no, Milo is mine. I left him with my family to look after for a while whilst I was busy with college." You explained. You assumed that Steven had claimed Milo as his own, something you expected since he often claimed that he loved him more than you.

"Ah." Bella nodded along. "What are you studying."

"fashion design." You answered proudly.

Bella smiled in thought, "maybe you could design me an outfit sometime." They teased.

"I would absolutely love that."

Bella was wearing knee length red shorts, a yellow, blue and red flannel with a white shirt underneath and sunglasses pushed up on their head. You liked their style.

The two of you walked over to one of the park benches, sitting side by side as Milo and Skipper fought over a stick twice their size.

"What about you? Are you in college?" You began a conversation.

"I'm currently doing a course in environmental science."

You pretended to know what that entailed.

As you studied their face a spark of familiarity hit you. You tried and tried to search your mind as to where you might recognise them from. You failed.

"where do you study?" You asked thinking maybe you've seen them around college.

"it's an open University module. So I don't go to college, I do it online." They explained. By now Bella and you had turned your bodies so that you were facing each other.

"oh." You frowned.

"what? Is that not good enough?" They joked, raising their brows in challenge.

You realised your mistake and shook your head and scrambled out an apology, hoping you didn't offend their feelings.

"No-no that wasn't what I meant, I promise! I would never-"

Bella's laugh cut you off.

"relax, I was kidding." They had a gleam in their eyes as they laughed at your distressed state.

You sucked in a breath of relief.

"I just thought I recognised you and thought maybe I've seen you around college." You mumbled in embarrassment. You diverted your eyes to Milo and Skipper. Both dogs now had sticks of their own in their mouths, still twice their size.

Bella's face went blank for a moment, they continued staring at you, whilst you watched the dogs.

"Do you recognise me from somewhere?" They spoke up hesitantly.

You glanced back at Bella, looking at them suspiciously.

"Am I supposed to recognise you from somewhere?" You shot back.

"Do you think you're supposed to recognise me from somewhere?" Bella said again.

"Do you think I'm supposed to recognise you from somewhere?"

Your lips cracked into a smile as you continued speaking in riddles.

"I'm an actor." They said, watching your face for any reaction.

You thought back to every show and movie you had ever watched. Then you imagined Bella in those shows until you figured out what you had seen them in. You were sure you had seen them before.

You gasped, turned to Bella and recognised them immediately.

"I HAVE SEEN YOU BEFORE!" you cheered after finally figuring it out.

"the last of us?" They assumed confidently.

"The Worst Witch!"

How could you have been so blind? That show was your childhood.

"the worst Witch seriously?" Bella laughed in disbelief.

"obviously I've seen game of thrones and Catherine called Birdy, but your hair was way way longer." You shrugged.

"i can't believe the worst Witch is the first thing to come to mind." They say back on the bench, looking over at the pups. You knew they were only joking from the smile on their face.

You gave Bella a nudge of your shoulder.

"it was a pretty great show from what I remember."

Bella's head turned to face you, "oh was it?" They teased.

The sound of small paws running up towards you caught your attention. Skipper and Milo were racing up the field, occasionally their sticks hitting off each other as they ran with them in their mouths.

You covered your mouth with one hand to hide your laugh.

As Milo approached you he dropped his stick at your feet. Skipper doing the same for Bella.

"where did you even find that big of a stick?" You questioned examining the stick from the ground.

Milo wagged his tail proudly. You scratched behind his ear as Bella lifted Skipper up into their arms.

"I think that's enough fun for one day." Bella looked between Milo and their own dog.

You nodded your head in agreement.

"I'll see you around?" You asked hopefully.

"definitely." Bella said without missing a beat.

It was silent as you two stared at each other.

Aware of the time you reluctantly got ready to leave.

You knew your face was beginning to turn red, biting your lip you hoped it wasn't obvious.

"bye Bella" you waved shyly.

Bella giggled, "bye y/n, by Milo."

Mentally you thanked Steven for bringing Milo to the park and Milo for making friends with Skipper. You would definitely be going to the park more often.

[daddysgoty0u]

Christy had been through a lot. She was only 21, but she felt she had lived an entire life. She was 5'2, 115 pounds, blonde curly hair, with gorgeous thighs, for she was a cheerleader at St. Martin ’s University in Arkansas . She was the classic Southern Belle, complete with the accent. However, she hadn’t been using it over the past few days, because she had been depressed. As she lay up in her dorm room, Christy lamented over the coming midterms.

“I can’t believe midterms are already here. I am so unprepared.” She looked at the clock and read that it was 3 pm . She then contemplated studying for her Italian midterm, which happened to be the next day, but she fell asleep instead.

When Christy awoke, she yawned, stretched, rubbed her eyes and picked up her Italian textbook. Looking at the clock, she realized that it was 9 pm . She had slept for over four hours! “Oh my gosh”, she thought.

“I have got to study from now until the exam just to get through everything.” Whimpering, she crammed for the next 10 hours, taking small bathroom and snack breaks, only to walk into the exam room totally exhausted. She finished the exam with plenty of time left, which worried her, but, at that point, she didn’t care. The professor told the class that their grades would be posted via the internet in 3 hours, so check back. Trembling, Christy left the classroom to go find her some coffee, for she had three hours to wait.

Three hours later, Christy was back in her dorm room, logging onto her computer to check her grade. She had showered in the meantime, and had changed clothes from the plaid pajama pants and tank top into some nice pants and a blouse. As she logged onto her Italian course site, her heart sank into her stomach.

“A fucking 62??!!” she cried out.

“No way!” She slammed her chair against the table and threw herself onto her bed, exhausted and crying.

Christy assumed she cried herself to sleep, because she woke up from a doze with a start. Her clock read 12 pm . She assumed she had dozed off, but it wasn’t restful. Over the next few nights, Christy lost sleep and, even when she fell asleep from pure exhaustion, she didn’t rest. She woke up continuously tired and never any better off than when she went to sleep. She decided to go see the school doctor and see what he could prescribe her.

As Christy sat in the doctor’s office, she was shivering because she was cold. Finally, the doctor came in. She knew Doctor Mitchell well, for she had to get her birth control from him in addition to some antibiotics she had gotten a few months earlier for a bacterial infection she had come across.

“Hello, Christy, how’s life treating you?” Dr. Mitchell asked.

“Not too well, Mike,” Christy and the doctor were on a first-name basis. He gave her a funny look. She responded, “Ever since last month, I have been having trouble with sleep. I can’t fall asleep. Its like my mind works overtime and won’t let me drown anything out so I can get some rest.”

Immediately the doctor suggested a stress test, which Christy gladly accepted.

As Doctor Mitchell examined Christy’s levels of stress over a number of questions via a machine that examined her heartrate, he came to her with a diagnosis.

“Christy, you need a break.”

“Tell me something I don’t know, Mike”.

“Well, you know I am a psychologist in addition to a general practice doctor, and there’s this new kind of treatment for people who are needing an escape from daily life.”

Christy was nervous, kind of glancing around the room.

“Recreational pharmaceuticals, Mike?” she laughed.

“No, actually its hypnotism. Called YSR; or Youthful Stress Relief.”

Christy looked at him and got down immediately.

“No way, Mike. I am not letting you hypnotize me into anything.”

Mike stopped her.

“But you don’t understand. It’s for your own good. And plenty of research has been done to prove that its safe.”

“I dunno Mike,” Christy groaned.

“I don’t have the time.

“Look,” he said as he took her into his arms.

“Midterms are over. I will come over tomorrow night and explain everything to you then, okay?” Reluctantly, Christy agreed.

The next night came, and Christy answered the door when Mike knocked. In his arms he had books, a tape, and some candles. Looking at him awkwardly, Christy let him in.

“Now, here’s what YSR will do for you. When was the last time you were stress free?”

“Um, when I was probably 7, because with school, comes stress.”

“Good. Okay, you are 21, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I am going to hypnotize you and regress you mentally so that less stress is placed on you mentally each day. You will have the mind of 2-year-old by the end of it. And the best part is, its completely reversible, so you can come back to regular, everyday life whenever you want.”

“Hell, at this point, if it allows me to sleep better, I don’t care what it does,” Christy replied.

“Let’s go”.

“…and when I snap my fingers, you will wake up, completely in the mind of a 7-year-old.” <SNAP!>

“WHOA!” cried out Christy. She covered her mouth at the sound of her voice, and then giggled and got up, grabbing Mike’s hands.

“Let’s go play tag!” she cried out. Mike smiled. ‘exactly as it should be,’ he thought to himself.

“But Christy, its nearly your bed-time.” You need to go to bed, okay. Go get your jammies on so you can go to bed, okay?“

“Otay”, she replied, and disappeared into her bedroom, where, not five seconds later, she returned in an oversized t-shirt with panties on underneath.

“Now, we can sit here and watch tv if you want, but you have to promise to go to sleep.” The two of them sat down on the couch and, in a matter or moments, Christy was out, sleeping soundly.

The next morning, Mike brought Christy out of her hypnotized state, asking her how she slept.

“Mike, I don’t know what you did, but whatever it was, I feel awesome.”

“Well rested?”

“Very.”

“Good, then should we do this once every two weeks?” Mike asked.

“Sure, I am sure I will need it again in a couple of weeks. Want some breakfast? It’s the least I can do for you.” The two ate breakfast together, with Christy cooking eggs for Mike and herself.

Over the next few months, Christy began to call on Mike for more of the YSR. She was fixing to graduate, and time was running out for her to finish her final graduation project. Now, as time had gone on, Mike had not been charging Christy for his services. He accepted breakfast and wrote it off as a favor to a friend. However, he began to develop a crush on his patient, which is strictly forbidden by the Hippocratic Oath, which all doctors take when they are licensed. One night, he tried to move in on his crush, with some simple words.

“Christy, I have to tell you something,” he started.

“What is it Mike?”

“I…er…think I have a crush on you.”

This totally shocked Christy, who merely thought of Mike as her best friend and doctor.

“Well, I hate to break it to you, Mike, but this patient-doctor relationship is as far as we need to get, okay?” Mike was infuriated, but didn’t let it show.

“That’s fine, if that’s how you feel, I just felt the need to tell you, okay? Now onto our YSR for the evening.

<SNAP> Suddenly, Christy was awake. She was aware of everything that went on around her, seeing Mike sitting on her couch with a sly grin made her worried a little bit, but she was okay. As Christy decided to stand up she looked at Mike and spoke to him. She meant to say, ‘You want some breakfast, Mike?’, but it came out as, "Ooosu bekfass daddy?” She immediately slapped her hands to her mouth as she not only couldn’t form the words correctly, but heard the babyishness of her voice. She went to stand up immediately, not likeing the sound of her voice or her incapability to talk, and immediately fell back down with a padded <THUD>. She tried again, this time clumsily putting her hands in front of her and raising her butt in the air t gain balance. All of this was involuntary, as if her mind was forcing her body to do it before she could react. She was able to get upright, only to fall back down with another <THUD>. She noticed that she was sitting a few inched higher than usual and that something was different about her clothing. Christy looked down at her waist and saw…diapers! She was wearing what felt like two thick disposable diapers and a white t-shirt that barely covered her top.

“So, how’s my baby doing this morning?” Mike asked as he got up and moved over to her.

“You talked to me like I was some kind of baby, so I figured you would get a kick out of being one for a while. Maybe you should learn not to be so rude to people…baby. At this, Christy wanted to cry, but she fought the urge and, although her face scrunched up involuntarily, she prevented herself from crying.

"Now, let’s get up, shall we?” Mike said as he bent over to help Christy up. She wobbled as she stood there, simply being held up by Mike’s single hand held in hers. She was dependant on him at this point even to stand.

“Can you stand up while I go get you some food?” He mockingly asked. Christy lazily nodded her head, and Mike left. Almost the instant that he let go and was out of her sight, again, she wanted to cry uncontrollably, but again she fought it. Again this uncontrollable urge to cry came over her, but she fought it, only to fall down on her padded behind again. Mike returned with a bottle of “formula” that he had specially mixed, just for her. As Christy thirstily drank it down, she realized that she had been hungry, and that this formula strangely satisfied her hunger. As soon as Mike saw that she had finished her bottle, he led her by the hand into her guest room, which only had a tv in it. Aside from the tv, the room was bare.

Christy tried her best, once Mike left, to stand up so she could leave and find help, but the cartoons that he had turned on grabbed her attention. She was stuck to the tv, her eyes never leaving the screen. About thirty minutes later, she felt the urge to pee. She struggled with the words, but was finally able to call out, “Daddy!” and Mike came into the room.

“Me need potty!” she blurted out, holding her legs together while squirming. All of a sudden, as soon as she finished saying ‘potty’, she felt her bladder give way and herself flood her diapers. The warm urine flushed its way around the back of her diapers and, since she was sitting down, gushed towards the front. Christy tried her hardest to clench her bladder shut, but her muscles wouldn’t work. They simply wouldn’t work. Mike smiled and left. It didn’t take long, but minutes later, about 45 to be exact, Christy felt her bowels begin to rumble. 'Oh no’ she thought, 'I am not honestly gonna shit on myself, am I?’. She tried to work herself up frantically, feeling the pressure on her bowels increase with each passing second. She worked herself up to her feet by pushing her thickly diapered butt out in the air and pushing down with her hands. As she got to her feet, she began to wobble-step towards the door, all the while, her bowels were screaming to be released. Suddenly, one of her pigeon-toed steps caught the other foot, and she fell backwards again onto her butt. All of a sudden, her bowels gave way, expelling the last two days worth of adult food, and the formula that she had eaten earlier. It felt like five minutes, but for the entirety of that five minutes, Christy filled her diapers to the point of bursting.

21 Days Later - Daily Diapers Stories

[rkistars]

TENSION IN THE RAIN ★ teaser!

Full fic release date - unfortunately delayed.

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You hated Yang Jungwon. He was always better than you. He was smart, talented, and popular.

Throughout your life, your family members have repeatedly compared you to someone named Yang Jungwon. They always make it a point to mention how much better he is than you in every aspect of life. These constant comparisons have caused you immense frustration and anger towards Yang Jungwon. The feeling of being constantly belittled and compared to someone else has deeply affected your self-esteem and confidence and has left a lasting impression on your psyche.

You put in countless hours of hard work and dedication, pouring your heart and soul into your craft. You study endlessly, trying to perfect your skills and outdo your competition. But no matter how much effort you put in, he always seems to effortlessly outshine you. It's maddeningly frustrating to witness, and it leaves you feeling defeated and demoralized. You can't help but wonder what he has that you don't, and why all your hard work doesn't seem to pay off.

And another day is another time your parents are yelling at you for being second place again.

“Second place again?! Are you kidding me??!!” Your mom shoving your exam scores to your face.

“I'm sorry Mom. It's just I was really tired.. Next time I promi-”

“You're a disgrace to this family!! I don't wanna see you right now!” Your mom pointing to your door.

As you sign with tears in your eyes, you leave your home while it's raining, cold raindrops drenching your clothes and hair.

You have become used to this routine. Each time, you try your best but end up in second place. Then, Jungwon, with a smug expression, brags about his victory while mocking your defeat. Your mom, disappointed with your performance, scolds you for not trying harder. Finally, with a heavy heart, you leave the room, feeling defeated and humiliated. This has happened so many times that you have almost become numb to the cycle of losing, taunting, scolding, and rejection.

As you feel the tears running down your cheeks, you walk over to a nearby bench and sit down. You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment, trying to calm yourself. The bench is made of wood and feels slightly worn, but it provides a comfortable spot to rest. You can feel the cool breeze blowing through your hair and the rain wetting your entire body.

Your nose getting red and runny, you feel an umbrella over your head. Trying to decline the stranger's offer, you look up to the mysterious man.

But to your shock, your heart sinks. it's the man who caused your defeat, Jungwon.

Trying to hide your teary face, you look away from him.

“Go away Jungwon. I'm not in the mood.”

But to your surprise, Jungwon makes you look at him.

You couldn't read his expression. Was it amusement, anger, empathy, or worry?

“Who did this to you?” Jungwons anger bubbling up.

“It's none of your busine-”

“I said who did this to you.” Jungwons voice getting louder.

You getting annoyed by his sudden affection, you glare at him.

“Do you really wanna know?! Fine! It's you and my shitty parents!! I'm tired of you doing better than me at everything no matter what I do!”

Jungwon flinching at your sudden outburst, he wipes your tears and brings his face closer than you.

“What about I make it up to you?”

“What do you mean-”

Suddenly, you felt his lips on yours.

Oops sorry! The full fic is coming soon ;)