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[sunny44]

What about us?

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x ex!Reader

Warnings: mentions of loneliness, sadness, breakup, co-parenting and maybe more

Summary: Where Lewis hasn't been himself lately.

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Lewis and I met when I was working in the media department at Mercedes, I wouldn't say we fell in love at first, but he was definitely the guy I loved most in my life.

But unfortunately not everything we love stays in our lives forever.

We dated for 3 years and then when 2021 came, he was so devastated that the title was taken away from him that our relationship didn’t last.

He was so out of himself that u didn’t recognized him anymore, I seem like the man I love was taken away from me when he lost that day.

So that when we decided to go in separated ways.

But 3 months after i found out that u was pregnant with our daughter and we had to get our path together again. He said to me the day I told him about my pregnancy that I saved him for making the stupidest mistake of his life because he was about to retire from formula 1.

The internet already new that we weren’t together anymore but they just discovered my pregnancy when he posted about it.

We obviously will have a connection for the rest of our lives and I am extremely happy that we manage to be in good terms or co-parenting would have been harder.

I would be lying if I said it was easy because it wasn’t, the fact that we are separated makes Harley's schedule and routine harder than would be if we were together.

Today is Harley’s 3th birthday and I’m was going crazy with everything, she wanted a formula 1 themed party and it was all thanks to her father who got her addicted to the sport.

So here I was running around my apartment to decorate everything while she was with Sebastian and his wife.

Kika is here with Pierre and the other boys helping me with the party.

Lately he was kind of absent, he obviously came to see Harley but when I tried to talk to him, Lewis answered as little as possible and my messages he didn't even answer.

I had been trying to get him to help me with her birthday but now I was worried that he wouldn't come.

I hope he is only busy now in the afternoon because I will kill him if he doesn't show up.

We live in Monaco so some of the drivers came since they are all passionate about Harley.

This includes George, Pierre, Sebastian, Charles, Carlos, Daniel, Max and Lando.

Max and Lewis were not biggest fans of each other, far from it, but Benjamin his son was best friends with Harley so we met occasionally. And above all they treated each other with respect so we had an acceptable relationship for the sake of our children.

And Lewis hated that Harley adored Uncle Max.

The party had been going on for two hours and nothing came of him, I didn't know whether to be worried or angry.

"Mommy, where's Daddy?"

"I don't know my love, he should be here soon." She agrees a little discouraged but runs to where Ben and Max were.

"Anthony do you know where Lewis is?" I asked his father who was talking to my parents.

"I don't know darling, he said he would be a little late but he would come." I sighed in frustration. "I'll try to call him."

"Thank you."

He left to try to call his son and I went off to try to concentrate on distracting Harley with play.

…

He appeared in the middle of the party and I sighed with relief when I saw him coming through the door with Angela with him, Harley ran up to her father and I was happy to see her smile.

"How nice of you to come." I hugged Angela and she smiled.

"You've done well with the decorations." She said and I thanked her. "Can I talk to you? I want to take advantage of the fact that he's distracted by her."

I looked at the two of them and Harley was talking non-stop and he was listening attentively.

"Sure." We went into the kitchen where no one was around. "Is everything all right?"

"I'm not sure, I'm a bit worried about him."

"What happened?"

"I arrived at his apartment today and everything was a mess and he was asleep on the sofa." I was surprised because he rarely slept during the day and his apartment was always spotless. "I tried to talk to him but you know how he is, Lewis doesn't open up easily but he ended up saying that he wasn't happy and that he missed you both a lot."

"But we're always here."

"I think he misses a family." I sighed because I understood his feeling. "You know that he loves you both more than anything in the world and I remember when you were together he was planning to marry you, have children and have you live in a more secluded house so that you wouldn't be swallowed up by the media but from one moment to the next his plan became just a dream."

"I understand."

"And the only thing that's kept him going over the last few years is that little girl and the fact that you're her mother because that's what's kept you in his life. But he hasn't been the same for a while."

"I've noticed that he's been acting strange lately, he doesn't talk to me directly and avoids me whenever he can."

"Because he knows that you know him like the back of your hand and that you would know what was wrong with him." She takes my hand. "I'm not telling you this because I want you to feel guilty or anything, but I wanted to ask you to talk to him and try to help him in any way you can."

"All right, I'll talk to him after the party."

...

I said goodbye to the last few people and the only ones that were still around was Max, Ben and Lewis

"Buddy it's about time we go home." He says trying to talk the boy off the trampoline.

"Not yet Daddy, wait a little longer." He says short of breath from jumping around.

"If you don't mind I can take him to your apartment later."

"All right, thanks." He said goodbye and went home.

They kept jumping on the trampoline while Lewis was inside grabbing the trash.

After 10 minutes Bem said he was tired and i asked Lewis to watch Harley while I take him to his father and when I came back I could hear them in her room.

"I've missed you so much, Daddy." She says, already lying on her bed.

"I missed you too baby bear." She smiles tiredly and closes her eyes. He kisses her forehead and stays there for a few more minutes until he sees that she's asleep.

"Hey." He smiles as soon as he sees me outside her room. "I'm sorry I couldn't help, I got caught up with some work stuff."

He was lying but I knew it was juts for me not to worry about him.

"It's okay, I sorted it out." He smiled and went back into the living room. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Maybe because I know you better than you think." He sighs. "You don't have to tell me what it is, but I want you to know that I care about you."

"It's just that everything's been a bit too much lately."

"What do you mean?"

"The constant pressure at work, the media, the fact that I'm not there for you two every day. Everything." He turns to me. "I just don't know how much I can take anymore."

"Lewis..."

"I miss you, and I miss us, I miss Harley and this feeling that I'm good at what I do has been haunting me."

"But you are good."

"Apparently not so much because I can't even stand on the podium." I sighed. "I don't expect you to understand but I don't think I want to do this anymore."

"What do you want to do then?" He looks at me. "You know that Harley and I don't care if you're a driver or not, we care about you too much to worry about whether you're still in Formula 1 or not."

"It's just that I've lived this for so long that I just wish I could be with you every day without worrying about having to catch a flight to the other side of the world."

"I understand and I'll support you in whatever you decide.

"Thank you." I sat down on the sofa and nudged him to sit next to me, which he did, resting his head on my shoulder. "You know I love you, don't you?"

"I know, I love you too."

"But I love you in a way that..."

"I know, and I love you the same way." He looks at me. "I understood what you meant from the start."

"And what does that mean for us?"

"I don't know but we don't need to find out today, we have plenty of time." He smiles and we lie down on the sofa.

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@yourusername I still can believe my baby is turning 3 years old today.

I’m so happy that I’m your mama and that I’m able to watch you grow and turn into this beautiful little girl.

I can’t imagine my life without you and I’m grateful for having you in my life.

Thank you @lewishamilton for making me a mama and for giving me the best gift anyone could ever give me.

Happy birthday sweet girl, mama loves you so much 🩵.

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Guys I have so many ideias for another chapters of Lewis being Harleys dad so if you guys want to read the next chapters let me know so I’ll tag you guys.

[geekforhorror]

sub anakin being so desperate but wanting to be good and the moment he can touch you hes so worked up. you let him eat you out and hes so rushed and needy about it as much as he wants to savor it and be slow

rock your body

pairing: aotc!anakin x fem!reader

warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!reader, sub!anakin, bratty ani, mommy kink, hand job (male!receiving), oral sex (fem!receiving), teasing, praise, etc.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: when u guys see “my little padawan” used in this, i just want to let u guys know that the reader is NOT a jedi master or anything like that she just likes calling him that <3

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Today had been full of surprises, one of them being the fact that you were currently edging the shit out of Anakin while you were on top of him.

“My sweet little padawan can’t handle mommy, can he?” you say with a smirk as you jerk him off.

“Too good for me, mommy!” he says with a moan, the pleasure filling his aching and overstimulated cock.

He had been so clingy all day and you noticed right away. He was trying to get your attention, which you found too slutty for his own good. You wanted him to think about what he did and that’s exactly what you were doing while pumping away at his aching cock. What made this even worse for him was the one rule you gave him: he couldn’t touch you. Anakin loved when he could touch you every second of the day and the fact that you took the one thing he wanted away from him was frustrating. It also made him harder, which worked to your advantage.

See, you always knew what would get him all hot and bothered. Whether it was wearing a very short skirt, praising him, or even teasing him. You had done all three tonight which made him a moaning mess as he grew harder underneath your hand. Any one of those things by itself would’ve been enough to make him bust, but all three? He may as well be considered a dead man.

All of a sudden, you were alerted to just how close your slutty, pathetic, little Padawan was to cumming all over your hand when you felt his cock jolt ever so slightly.

“Already close, huh? Maker, you’re pathetic Ani,” you scoff softly.

“Only for you,” Anakin whines.

“I wanna hear you say it, baby…that you’re a pathetic slut.” you demand of him.

“I’m a pathetic li-little slut,” he staggers in between consonants due to you purposely pumping him harder to see his reaction. Not to your surprise, he does as you expected. You loved seeing your boy become unraveled for you. It proved one thing: he couldn’t get enough of you.

“I’m gonna cum mommy!” he lets out with a voice crack.

“Cum for me, pretty boy…Cum all over my hand,” you praise.

Finally receiving your permission, he doesn’t hold back before doing as you say and releases his hot seed on your hand. You relish this moment and knew you would never get tired of him completely submitting to you and fulfilling every request you gave him.

“That’s my boy,” you say before catching Anakin off guard when you start to lick up the release he left on your now tarnished hand. “Mmmm… tastes so good Ani…” you trail as you smack your lips together, making them sound wet and slick.

“Thank y-you” he manages to let out.

Once you were done licking up his salty cum, you caress his hair, letting him know he was so good for his mommy.

“Since you were so good for me, I’m gonna let you touch me now, kay? Is that what you want, my sweet boy?”

“Yes please,” he begs.

“Then show how well you can make mommy feel,” you say before moving off of his legs where you were previously positioned. You lay down flat on the bed before Anakin slowly gets on top of you. He wasn’t slow and timid because he was nervous. It was because of his naturally submissive attitude. He was always so eager to prove himself to you whenever he’s submissive like he was right now.

He feels how warm your body was and realized just how much he missed it when you didn’t let him touch you. He lets out a little sigh when he cups your peaky breasts in his hands and starts sucking on one of them. Your head tilts back a bit while your areola was still being sucked by Anakin and his needy mouth.

“Feels so good, baby,” you praise. Before you know it, he switches to your other tit that’s just as hard for him. You could feel the tenderness to it, but there was also neediness to it. The way his tongue lapped at your hard nipples, the way it dragged across your peaks, the way his teeth dug into it. He was drunk on you. “God, you’re such a little slut for my tits, Ani,” you say breathily. Suddenly, he pulls his mouth off your nipple and you don’t know why.

“Can I… ask you something?” he asks with a hint of timidness in his voice.

“Go ahead, baby. Ask me,” you say.

“Can I… eat you out?” he asks, sounding embarrassed at the question.

“Of course you can, love,” you agree.

Anakin felt so relieved when he heard your answer and felt his soul leave his body. He desperately wanted to be in between your thighs and devour your delicious cunt. You know he’s too hyper-fixated on you to even correctly, so you do it for him, leaving him flustered when he’s met with your damp panties.

“Look how wet you made mommy,” you say with a playful gasp. He whines at your words and all you can do is chuckle at him.

“Can I take your panties off, baby?” he asks with all self respect gone from his body.

“You can once you ask properly,” you warn.

“May I take your panties off, baby?” he corrects himself.

“Yes you may, pretty boy,” you coo.

He struggles to get his fingers between the waistband at first, but he finally does so after many passing seconds and successfully pulls them down. Once your dainty panties are discarded to the floor, you smugly spread your legs open. His facial expression changes into a shell shocked one at the sight of your glistening pussy. No matter how many times he laid eyes on it, he was still shocked every time.

“I want it so bad,” he whines.

“Prove it then,” you challenge.

Wanting to prove himself to you, he slides down your body until he reaches your thighs and places his head in between them. Not wasting any more time, he quickly delves into your pussy with his tongue. Just like you thought, it’s full of pent up need and desire. Usually when he ate you out, it was slow and sensual and it lasted longer. However, since you deprived him for so long, he had turned into a starving boy who only had an appetite for your pussy.

“Fuck Ani!” you say as you feel him lick stripes around your surprisingly sensitive clit. He flicks your clit back and forth before sucking on the very bud of your clit. The feeling is so heightening to the point where you find yourself tugging on his Padawan braid, forcing his head to dive deeper against the folds of your pussy. “Make your mommy proud,” you continue in between a moan.

Taking his tongue away from your clit, he finally centers his tongue between your wet pussy lips and curls it at just the right angle. You feel the rigidness of his slick tongue and you can’t help but moan while he was tongue fucking you like his life depended on it. “Yeah that’s it pre- pretty boy…fuck” you moan.

“Tastes so good,” he whines. Wanting to watch him squirm, you bring your thighs closer together until they’re wrapped around him. You notice the way his breath hitches as he’s breathing your pussy in like its the only source of oxygen in the entire galaxy.

“Faster, Ani!” you say.

He obliges with your request and starts to abuse your messy cunt with his skillful tongue, harder and faster than before. Anakin feels the way your walls clench around him and groans while his tongue is seated somewhere very deep inside you. The overstimulation fills your entire core, but you can’t bring yourself to care when he’s fucking you so well with only his tongue. You’re practically grinding your pussy on his beautiful, angelic face, knowing that it would soon be covered with your sticky arousal.

“So good, Ani… so fucking good. Gods, fucking take it like a good little boy…” you say before bucking yourself on him even harder than you were before. All of your self control was gone, but you just wanted to cum all over his pretty face. He finds your g-spot, which makes your already tight pussy spasm around him. You can feel the blistering heat start to form deep inside you as you’re riding his face like there’s no tomorrow.

“Such a go- good fucking boy for me… make mommy cum,” you manage to say in between strings of pornographic moans. He softly grunts at your noises and doubles his efforts, wanting to make you happy. He successfully does so because you feel the rope of arousal splash out of your pussy and onto his face.

Anakin remains in your pussy for a few breaths before pulling out. You manage to catch your breath as well before caressing his disheveled locks, which you admired more than you cared to admit.

“You made me feel so good tonight, baby. I’m so proud of you,” you praise before kissing on his lips even though they were coated with your arousal.“You weren’t lying baby… it does taste good,” you mutter before breaking the kiss.

“I would never lie to you,” he says with a tired smile.

“I know you wouldn’t, Ani. You’re mommy’s special boy, you know that right?” you say with a smile.

“Yeah I do,” he says, returning your smile.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you look like this?… all painted with my cum?” you ask rhetorically with a chuckle, knowing he likes it when you praise him and shower him with compliments.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby…” you suggest. Before you guys can get up, Anakin starts to say something.

“Thank you, mommy… for everything,” he says to you, voice full of gratitude.

“For letting you eat me out or wanting to clean you up?” you ask with a sly smirk.

“Both,” he admits.

You smile harder than you should at his response, but it was only because you loved the way he treated you and the way you loved him more than your entire soul.

“Just doing my job, pretty boy,” you say with a smile. He chuckles at this before you lead him off the bed with your hand entwined in his. “Now let me clean you up,” you say before leading him into the bathroom for a night filled of tender loving care after everything that just went down between you guys.

You loved him and he loved you.

[kuroosdarling]

STORMY NIGHTS — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. roomie!mattsun !

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. fem. reader, unprotected sex, praise, minimal prep tbh, oral (f!receiving), fingering, slight cervix fucking, creampie, light dose of aftercare — WC : 2.6k

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : after you and matsukawa started your roommates with benefits situation, the two of you have been taking full advantage of it. but tonight, it’s a little different. as the storm rages on outside, you’re doing everything in your power to keep the one inside you at bay. at this point, it’s hard to say whether the thunderstorm or your ever growing feelings for matsukawa are scarier.

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : im insane for this man atp. roommate mattsun lives in my mind rent free sigh. anyway, i hope y’all enjoy this !! i have more ideas for this guy so stay tuned !! and thank u for reading <3

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

the room fills with a bright flash of light, washing over your walls and illuminating every dark corner. within a few seconds, thunder pierces the silence. you couldn’t help but try and bury yourself under the blankets. storms like these were the worst.

the ones that rudely declare its presence in the middle of the night, ripping away any chance at a good night's sleep. the deafening booms ensure a restless night filled with dread knowing that tomorrow will drag on with exhaustion. thunderstorms could be nice, but right now, it has you shrinking further and further into your bed.

another loud noise went off, but it wasn’t thunder this time. you bolt up in your bed, staring at mattsun who was standing dumbly in the doorway, his hand still lingering on the doorknob. it was clear he didn’t mean to bust it open like that, but the damage was done.

“do you mind?” you screech out the last word, your heart beating out at your chest.

“i promise i knocked.” he walked in, chuckling with his hand shoved deep into his pockets. he was wearing those stupid gray sweatpants again and if you weren’t so scared right now, your mind would’ve wandered to what happened the last time he wore those. he knew you liked them and wasn’t afraid to sport them around the house. constantly. “seriously, relax, i just came in to check on you.”

“by scaring the shit out of me?” you huff as he climbs into the bed next to you. you cross your arms at the ease of it all, trying to keep your breathing still. at least you could chalk it up to the thunderstorm making you nervous and not the fact that he was inching closer to you.

“that was an accident.” he rolls his eyes. “you know your door gets stuck.”

“yeah because you and makki tried to play jackass and totally fucked up the lock.” the thunder sounded off again but it was mixed with mattsuns laugh. you tried to focus on that sound instead, not realizing you were leaning into him.

“you got me there.” he gives you a lazy smile before looking around. he knew you were scared and were just trying to keep a brave face. “why don’t we go in the living room and watch a movie? we can bring out our blankets and stuff.”

“yeah-“ the thunder cut you off, the lightning flashes throughout the room, casting a fleeting light over mattsuns face. you look at each other for a moment, your eyes holding back so many words that your lips wish to say. but instead you cower from the loud noise and the weight of your own feelings.

“alright let’s go.” he throws the blanket over you like a cape, the warm fabric wrapping itself around you like a safety net. immediately, he’s picking up the rest of your pillows and blankets, waiting for you to walk out of the room first.

you lead the way, taking your time. he follows you out into the room, throwing the pillows down on the floor.

“hey!” you snap at him, hurrying your way over to pick them up.

“what? we’re gonna lay on the floor.” he said like it was obvious. your eyes trail from him to the couch before you roll them.

“alright, fine. go get your stuff then.” you start arranging the pillows and blankets to a makeshift bed. he goes to his room without another word, hurriedly grabbing his stuff before the next thunder sounds off.

he tosses the pillow against your head, causing you to stumble forward. you whirl around, glaring at him as he holds up the other pillow with a goofy grin.

“are you really trying to have a pillow fight with me right now?” you scoff.

“not much of a fight though, is it.” he shrugs, moving closer. your eyes widen as you scoop up the pillow, turning to whack him against the head. he starts laughing, utterly amused at your attempt. 

“shut up.” you sigh, as you move to sit down. mattsun looks panicked for a moment, so split that if you weren’t already looking at him you would’ve missed it. unbeknownst to you, mattsun was trying his best to distract you from the storm outside, trying to keep your attention on him. 

“alright let’s put on a movie, yeah?” he throws down his pillow next to you, it landing with a soft thud before he practically flops onto the mountain of blankets youre perched on.

“what are we gonna watch?” you ask, trying not to look at the raging storm outside and instead focus on the one brewing deep within his dark eyes.

as soon as he turned on the tv, it blew out. in fact, all the lights in the apartment went out. the slight ticking noise of the AC filtering out before thunder overpowered it, booming throughout the room, causing you to smush yourself further into mattsun’s side.

instantly, his arm is around you. “hey, it’s alright. let me light some candles.” he presses a soft, comforting kiss against your head before getting up, making sure the blanket is safely covering you in his absence.

luckily, you had candles stored all throughout the shared apartment. he carefully took them out as well as his trusty lighter. he went around the room lighting each one, racing against the storm. your eyes didn’t leave him. soon enough, the warm glow filled the otherwise dark space, doing its best to combat the bright flashes from outside.

“there.” he said, looking somewhat proud of his job well done before he turned to look at you, almost surprised to see your eyes already set on his. you sat up, the blanket falling off of your shoulders, pooling around your waist. he slinks over to you and sits down on the blankets, easing you down with him as you lay side by side. “it’ll pass soon, im sure of it. just focus on me, okay?”

“okay.” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. it was a miracle if he heard it at all. the thunder continued to roar outside and he felt you start to tremble in his arms. he looks at you again, slowly moving in to kiss you on the cheek. 

“focus on my lips,” he says, starting to place sloppy, opened mouthed kisses along your neck. your sleep shirt — or rather, his t shirt– slips down your shoulder, leaving it bare. mattsun wasted no time as he trailed down your neck, leaving more kisses along your exposed skin before making his way back up. 

and whatever he was doing — it was working. instead of focusing on the lightning bolts crashing down outside, all you could do was melt from the kisses he laid upon your skin.

his deft fingers find your chin, pulling you in closer so he can properly kiss you on the lips. he was always a good kisser, taking his time as if it would be a crime not to. molding his lips to yours, savoring each bit as you easily find your rhythm together.

even though the kiss wasn’t explicitly passionate, it still left you breathless all the same. each slow caress stole more oxygen from your lungs until you were practically gasping for air. but he didn’t let up, sliding his hand up your thigh as his lips press against your neck. 

thunder clashed overhead again, causing mattsun’s hold on your thigh to grow tighter, using it as leverage to pull you flush against him as his own legs slot between yours. 

“gonna prep you now.” he mumbles against your neck. his fingers grab a hold of your flimsy sleep shorts and pulls them all the way down, along with your underwear. you gasp out but he swallows it, consuming your air once again. 

“already so wet f’me.” he murmurs in your ear, his lips resting on your lobe. he quickly slips another finger in, pumping both of them quickly to try and stretch you out, relishing in the way you squirm under him.

once the small whine left your lips, he couldn’t hold back anymore. giving you one last peck and sliding down, placing a kiss on each of your thighs before his tongue began to tease your folds.

mattsun could lay between your legs for hours if you let him, taking his time to savor you, having you come undone around him again and again until your thighs trembled around his head. it was his salvation, the answer to his prayers, the fix he needed to get through the night.

but he didn’t have that much time tonight, not when you were in desperate need of distraction. your fingers tugged on his hair, causing him to groan out into your cunt. the vibrations sending you closer to the edge. it was too much — his hips stuttered against the blanketed floor, begging for some sort of relief.

“issei-“ you breathe out. mattsun curses the thunder for trying to eat up your sweet sounds, but he moves back up to you so he can press his lips against yours.

“yes?” he asks, slipping a finger past his waistband and sliding off his sweatpants so he can free his aching cock. he needs to feel you. your breath hitches as it nudges against your thighs, his cock already wantonly twitching the moment he comes into contact with you.

“please, i’m ready.” you squirm in his hold, reaching down to wrap your hand around him. he hisses out in pleasure, his forehead knocking down onto yours as he feels his whole body succumb to you, his craving for you becoming too irresistible.

“okay.” he lets you guide him to your entrance, his tip pressing against your clit and trying to soak up all the slick and spit on your messy cunt. his hand wraps around yours, using it to guide him into you quicker, slowly pushing in. 

the stretch always took a second to adjust to once he was fully seated in your warm cunt, buried at the hilt. his size was no easy feat to take, the overwhelmingly sweet pleasure always accompanied by the slight sting of pain. and he was always so patient, softly peppering your skin with kisses. but tonight, you were too impatient for all of that, desperate to feel him. so you start moving your hips, catching him by surprise.

“slow down.” he grips onto your hips tightly, stilling you in place so he could properly collect himself. you pout up at him, not thrilled about having to wait any longer but you humor him. “i’ll give you what you want, don’t you worry, pretty.”

“then get on with it.” you breathe out as he pulls out of you – his tip nestled back at your entrance. he can feel you clench around him, strategically pulsing in a silent command to hurry up. before he starts, he cages you in his arms, pushing back in and lazily moving his hips with shallow thrusts. a small teasing smile takes up his face at your attempt to be demanding.

“don’t get all bratty on me now, i was just getting started.” his hips start to move faster, his cock practically kissing your cervix. each of his thrusts blurring your thoughts together, your mind growing dizzy from the intense pleasure. he looks at you and chuckles, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head in amusement. “you just wanted to be fucked dumb on my cock, is that it?”

“n-no.” you say, turning your head away from him in slight shame. but he barely lets you as he cusps your chin and pulls your attention back onto him.

“you’re lying now?” the smile on his face turns dastardly and you can’t help but moan as he pulls you tighter to him. feeling him stretch you out, overpower your senses, brings you closer as you teeter on the edge.

the thunder roared outside, but you barely heard it as it melted away in the background. it causes you to jump a little bit but you’re secure in mattsuns arms, his hold tightening. his pace doesn’t relent, in fact, it only speeds up. a softer look graces his features as he remembers what he was trying to do – distract you.

the candlelight caresses his face, intimately wrapping itself around his skin in the way that had you envying the soft light. to be that close to him, to share that space, you wanted more. it’s all feels more soft, muted, like he’s really taking care of you.

you clench around him, causing him to groan as you squeeze his cock, barely letting him pull out. he could never keep his cool around you for too long. 

“you’re so fucking pretty. how’d i get so lucky, huh?” he pulls you in closer, pressing up against you as if the air between you two was intruding in your space.

every time his skin touched yours, something new planted itself in its place, running deep through your veins, directly to your heart. no matter how many times you tried to starve it, neglecting to nourish it — it continued to grow to the point you couldn’t bury it anymore.

you loved him.

and it terrified you.

but it also drew you closer to your edge. 

“sei-“ you call out, your fingers gripping the blanket as you arch your back, your chest pressing against his. you can feel your thighs tightening around his hips, his large hands cupping your backside as he practically lifts your bottom half up to meet his thrusts.

you’ve never felt him this deep, like his cock was lodged all the way up inside of you, piercing your heart. you could barely speak, just babbling his name and letting out mewls of pleasure.

he was fucking you dumb but not dumb enough, as those feelings you’ve been trying to hide slips through the cracks and your faced with the horror of loving him — or rather, the horror of possibly having your heartbroken by him. 

“getting close?” he grunts down at you, his voice raspy and streaked with desperation. you brave yourself to look up at him through half lidded eyes, barely able to open them up all the way. you can feel him twitch inside of you as he lets out a groan — teetering on his own edge but adamant to feel you come undone around him first.

“yes, so, so close-“ you cry as his fingers find your clit again, lightly brushing against it and causing you to spiral down, to a paradise or the depths of hell — you didn’t know. all you knew is that you wanted him to come with you as you clutch onto him, dragging him with you as he fills you up with his cum.

he falls to his elbows, careful not to put all of his weight onto you. he kisses you softly, even though he couldn’t catch his breath. he didn’t want to pull out just yet, but knew that he wanted to clean you up.

with one last kiss to your head, he slides out and hisses at the sting of overstimulation. sliding his pants back on, he quickly makes his way to the bathroom. he’s back in another second with a towel, carefully cleaning you up and sliding his shirt back over your head.

you lay there, letting him take care of you as your hazy mind starts coming to again, swirling with many questions that you decide to wait and face them in the morning. for now, it was just nice to soak up all the affection he was giving you.

“i’m gonna blow out the candles, okay?” he asks you softly. you nod, letting him to his thing before he comes back to you and cradles you close to him, getting settled for the night.

even though the thunder had long since died out, neither of you moved. too lost in the sanctuary of each other's arms, creating a warm, safe space where you could both let your guard down, even just a little bit.

mattsun kisses your head gently as you nuzzle further into him. the two of you drifting off into a peaceful sleep, comfortably wrapped up in the blankets and each other's unspoken love.

and in the morning, when makki awoke to see his best friends curled up together on the floor, he didn’t say anything. he just quietly smiled to himself and retreated back into his room.

[tteokdoroki]

m’here to share my nagi thoughts wif u ⭐️ these r a mix of nsfw and fluff so apologiez for da whiplash hehe ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

001. nagi loves when you sit on his lap while he’s gaming, whether you’re cockwarming him or just sitting on top of him. it provides him warmth nd comfort, reminding him he isn’t alone. when he gets frustrated in losing, he loves when you kiss at his neck to calm him down or the latter in which he turns cockwarming into rutting into you to let off steam !

002. wear ! his ! jersey ! nothing makes him happier than seeing you with his name on your back ! he’d personally get you an official one that he signs so whenever people look @ you they KNOW ! it satiates this little feeling of possessiveness in him especially since he knows his teammates ogle at you every chance they get. also fact : he likes to fuck you in his jersey ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

003. despite his lazy nature , he is entirely different in bed me thinks . . . yeah the lazy aspect feeds into it but there are times where he uses it to his advantage . im talking slow deep thrusts that have your eyes rolling back and he WHIMPERS ! i can testify to that . . . he moans and he whimpers . “feel s’ good” “wanna stay inside of you” , he can be more or less vocal at times and the things he says alone can make you cum

004. loves receiving <3 yummy ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა . . . he never directly asks you to do it but he hints at it in subtle ways like kissing at your neck nd rolling his hips against you . he doesn’t even ask for much either, he lets you set the pace . he will still let you know how good you’re doing and how pretty you look for him. (he has a thing for cumming on your boobs, he loves boobs its serious for him)

IM LITERALLY GOING TO LOSEEEEE MY MINDDDD !!!!!

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, mdni 18+, creampies, sleepy sex afab!reader.

nagi and lazy sex have consumed my soul ?? + receiving hello!! because he’d just want you on top of him :(( wrapping his big arms around your waist and keeping you anchored on his cock while you slowly grind up and down.

n yeah it’s you doing most of the work but he likes when you use him to get off and how your face twists when his tip hits that special spot — every once in a while nagi will ever so slightly jut his hips up n have to hold back on cumming because of the way you whimper out ‘seishiro’ so breathlessly shoots straight to his big boy dick sniff :((

oh and and he loves the weight of you against him, pushing his cock upwards into your slick walls when you sink back down. he’ll have a large hand on the small of your back to keep you on him and just kiss your neck n bite your shoulder — anything to hear your voice really. seishiro just letting out tiny whimpers as he fucks his load up into you, making sure it sticks and shuddering when he feels it run down is shaft along with your orgasm. cries and even though you always (or mostly) make him cum first he always makes sure you’re not left behind, working a thumb into your clit sobs.

BUT OOO :( after your done he always makes you wear his jersey so you’re comfy n it makes his heart do backflips because you’re covered in him ( and stuffed but shhh ). you’ll be making lemon tea and snacks for you both afterwards ‘n he wraps his arms around you from behind, head tucked into your shoulder like

“don’t wear anythin’ else from now on. only wanna see you in my stuff.”

[tickletastic]

Do u have any tickle hcs about the bat boys?

yes yes yes yes yes do i ever

under the cut, my love <3

Dick

absolutely just devastatingly ticklish everywhere, but i also think he is weirdly good at hiding it for a little bit, and sometimes the ler trying to tickle him will just eventually give up (big brother powers? zatanna magic?)

his thighs and tummy are his worst spots, and both just absolutely destroy him

he can and will attempt to acrobat his way out of tickling

he 100% once tried to front flip away from Tim when he was trying to tickle dick and jason ended up catching him upside down in the air (and tim totally took advantage)

absolutely the family tickle monster because it is his oldest brother duty

the only sibling that damian actually lets tickle him (because he kind of loves tolerates dick)

Duke

Absolutely the type to accidentally hurt you when you tickle him

If you get his neck? he's karate chopping you. his ribs? he'll elbow you

i hc that jason and duke are close because i think duke would be really into literature too (i think he'd be a big poe fan!!) and they would bond over spending hours in the Wayne manor library

as a result, i think jason tickles duke the most, but i think damian has been indexing moments that he witnesses so he can "accidentally" tickle duke later (bc, despite what he would say, he is a softie and wants to make sure that duke feels like he's a part of the family as much as everyone else is)

i think his worst spots are his ribs and his thighs, but he gets really panicked and giggly when someone tries to go for his neck

i think he's a really timid and considerate ler, and that he's probably stopping every minute or so to make sure the lee is alright (which his siblings find INCREDIBLY flustering)

Damian

he is just a tiny little dude, just an angry tiny guy

he is, like most twelve year olds, ticklish everywhere, but he only ever lets dick or bruce tickle him, and SOMETIMES, jason

his laugh is so cute, and he snorts pretty much the entire time

it embarrasses him incredibly, but he physically cannot fight back when he's tickled, he just kind of lays there and giggles

he does in fact use tickling to his advantage in the manor, and has been known to tickle tim to tears

like steph, i think he secretly knows exactly where everyone is ticklish (except for jason, who, as usualy, remains elusive)

Tim

my sleepy boy, top of my kin list, i am such a tim stannie

99% of the time that he's tickled it's because he is refusing to sleep after 24+ hours working

he's horrendously ticklish pretty much everywhere but his ribs are the absolute worst

he tries really hard to fight back, and he's definitely a flailer, but ultimately he never gets very far and eventually just slumps and tries to curl up

dick, steph, and jason tickle him the most, but bruce puts in his fair share too

when someone tries to tease him he tries to scream through his laughter so he doesn't have to hear it, but ultimately, he is forced to listen

he's not much of a ler, but he will strike every once in a while

Jason

best bat? best bat

i hc that the lazarus pit made him more sensitive, but only bruce, dick, kori, roy, and leslie thompkins know about it, and he has sworn them all to secrecy

the same group are pretty much the only people who know where he's ticklish

actually really ticklish if you can get him pinned, but otherwise he is definitely successfully fighting off any tickle attacks

dick has one method from when they were kids where he'll get jason up against a wall, whether he be on a bed or trapped in on the couch, because the tickling will make jason too weak to try to vault over him (and it's MUCH easier than trying to pin his ass down)

he is definitely the most vicious ler of the house, and his teases absolutely mortify his siblings

his signature move is grabbing both wrists of an unsuspecting family member, hauling them over their head, and tickling them to tears with his free hand

[morallygreyyn]

Hii!! Im kinda nervous sending this cause its my first time if u don't mind can i request kurapika x reader when the reader gets injured badly? :D

Its fine if you don't want to btw!!!

lifeless eyes (kurapika x reader)

description: you're mortally wounded during a surprise attack and kurapika thinks he's about to lose the last person he loves in the world...

authors note: okay so this has been sitting in the inbox for a whiilleee so i'm so sorry about that anon! it's a really great request so i hope it's worth the wait! another love was the only song i listened to while writing this tbqh (it hits different at 1am)

warnings: mentions of death, angst with comfort at the end, sad kurapika </3

word count: 1.5k

requests are open!

You looked down with abject shock at the knife impaling your chest. Your attacker ripped the knife out again, grinning as he licked the blade clean. 

You couldn’t feel your wound at first, though you assumed that was the adrenaline. Deciding that this was probably going to be your last fight, you took advantage of the adrenaline rush and fought back, subduing the bastard as efficiently as you possibly could.

The blood was pouring down your chest, feeling as if someone had placed you under a running tap of thick, hot water. Your ears were pounding and an awful wave of nausea hit you as you looked down at your wound. 

Kurapika was going to kill you, that is if you didn’t die. Though your chances weren’t looking good. A small part of you worried that Kurapika wouldn't find you in time, that you wouldn’t even get to say goodbye. Another part of you felt guilty that you were leaving him alone.

Your wound was really starting to hurt now, and your body was very rapidly losing energy. Thankfully, you heard a car arrive nearby and a familiar voice call your name. A small mercy, you supposed. You’d be able to say goodbye now.

You could tell the exact moment Kurapika found you, and saw the state you were in. Clinging to life in a dingy alleyway, front caked in blood and leaning against the wall for support.

Kurapika screamed your name, over and over, as if it was the only word he could say. As if it was the only word he knew.

He reached you in nanoseconds, helping you to the ground as the last of your energy left you. Your head was cradled in his lap and you looked up into his brilliant scarlet eyes. You smiled, at least you got to see that one last time too.

“What happened?” He fought to get the words out, unable to comprehend the events that took place in the short time he was parted from you.

Your laugh came out in a chesty wheeze. Breathing was almost becoming like a chore. You had to forcibly drag each breath in and out again, your body refusing to accept the air.

“That’s a good question.” It was a struggle to reply, but you did so nonetheless. “I was caught by surprise.”

“I should’ve been here.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Leorio is on the way.” Your lover tried to reassure you, although it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else. “He’ll help. He can save you.”

You couldn’t tell whether it was you shaking or the boy holding you. “He’ll help you.” He whispered repeatedly, eyes scrunching shut. “Please, please hold on.”

“I don’t know if I can,” It was so hard to breathe, you couldn’t get the air in. “But I’ll try.”

“Please try. Please…” His voice trailed off, as if something within him was breaking. “Don’t go. Not you too.”

You knew you were the one dying and yet, Kurapika’s eyes were lifeless. Such brilliant eyes, too beautiful to look as dull as they did. You wanted to reach out, to see his eyes filled with life again but all your energy was spent trying to swallow one breath after the next.

You noticed Kurapika’s lips were moving however the sound fell on deaf ears, in fact everything grew eerily quiet aside from a light ringing. The Kurta seemed to be looking back and forth between you and the entrance to the alleyway with frantic yet controlled desperation, inaudibly speaking to whoever had arrived. You thought you could see a familiar head of spiky black hair in your peripheral vision but you couldn’t be certain as your eyes were losing focus.

The desire to close your eyes was growing stronger but as if someone knew, there was a hand slapping you back into consciousness. You were vaguely aware of your body being transported from the ground, to a car, to a building. The only thing holding you to your body was that hand that seemed to know when you were fading. 

Time was lost to you and you were unsure of how many hours had passed with you in this state. 

However, at some point you must’ve been allowed to sleep as the next thing you knew, your eyes flew open and miraculously, your vision was mostly clear. 

Letting out a gasp of surprise, you quickly gathered that you were lying in a hospital bed. You looked down, gazing at your chest which was now wrapped in bandages. It still hurt but the relief of being alive dulled the pain slightly.

“Y/n.” Someone whispered your name from beside you, an unmistakable voice. One you loved very much. Turning your head, your blonde lover was sitting beside your bed, looking for all the world as if his prayers had been answered. Upon closer inspection, you realised he was holding your hand.

“I’m alive.” You couldn’t believe it. Meeting Kurapika’s gaze once more, your lips stretched into a grin. “I’m alive.”

“You almost died. Another minute and it would’ve been too late.”

“But it wasn’t too late. Leorio got there in time.” Laughing, you thought about the debt you now owed that eccentric doctor. “I literally owe him my life.”

Kurapika was silent, but the thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand spoke volumes. Some time passed like this, neither of you wanting to break the fragile ecstasy that you were both alive and together. Memories of the life threatening event ran through your mind, one aspect in particular stuck out.

“I felt a hand.” You fought the urge to whisper, looking down at where your fingers were intertwined.

“A hand?” His voice was equally soft.

“Yeah.” You cleared your throat, unable to recall much while you were on death’s door.  “Whenever I felt I was slipping away, a hand would tap me back into consciousness.”

“That was me.” The Kurta moved to sit on your bed, obviously the chair he was sitting on wasn’t cutting it in terms of being close enough. “Leorio told me that it was imperative to keep you awake.”

Kurapika seemed guarded, as if at any second your heart would stop and he would be alone.

“I’m okay.” You confirmed for him, watching his eyes go from wary to cautiously optimistic. “I’m going to live.”

Your lover let out a breath, and then another. You wondered how long you were out for, knowing that Kurapika wouldn’t have allowed himself to rest until he knew you were okay. 

You shuddered to think of the despaired state he must’ve been in when you were still in critical condition. Wanting to comfort him and ease some of his pain, you reached out towards him as much as your wound would allow.

“Don’t move, you’ll agitate it.” Kurapika soothed, guiding your arms back down to your sides.

“Then come here so I don’t have to.” You grinned and a hint of a smile etched its way onto his face. Success. “My left side is fine.”

“You’re still injured.”

“I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“You’re so stubborn.” He huffed, smiling despite himself.

“Yes, so now we can skip the part where we go back and forth until you eventually give up.” You motioned once more for him to join you. “Get your pretty ass over here.”

Laughing lightly, Kurapika gently settled himself next to you, very carefully avoiding your injury. He placed his head on your left shoulder and sighed.

“Much better.” You commented, resting your head on top of his. Kurapika’s hand found yours once more, fingers intertwining with your own.

Silence settled in the room once more, the sound of both of your breathing filling the quiet air. With no prompt, you suddenly felt Kurapika tense beside you.

“What?”

“I was scared.” He whispered after a moment of hesitation, as if he didn’t want to speak this into existence. “When I saw you in that alleyway, it felt like someone had pulled the world out from under my feet.”

You took a minute to reply. “I actually felt relieved when I saw you.”

“Relieved?” Kurapika didn’t try to hide his confused tone. “I couldn’t do anything to save you, so why?”

“Because I thought I was going to die anyway, so I was relieved I could see you one last time.”

You could hear his sharp intake of breath at your words but he didn’t reply. He didn’t need to, you could guess his thoughts. Kurapika was most likely thinking how you should’ve been hoping for a doctor, that you shouldn’t accept death that readily. You weren’t going to tell your lover that a doctor was far from your mind, that in that moment, he was your only thought.

“I love you, Kurapika.” You mumbled into his hair, thumb gliding across his knuckles. He looked up at you then, eyes brimming with joyous relief. Remembering how lifeless his eyes were upon seeing your dying body, you secretly rejoiced that that wasn’t your last moment.

“I love you too, y/n.” He leaned up to kiss your cheek before settling back down onto your shoulder. “I always will.”

[tideswept]

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

HM. HMMM.

I guess the fact that I really don't know what's going on at times? I'll be here, typing away all happy, plot is going good, and then suddenly character A derails everything on a dime by not reacting the way they should. And then I realize, ohh, fuck, this was overdue, wasn't it? I THOUGHT things were going well, that the plot was going to keep going a -> b -> c but all along, I was writing something else. And then I have to sit there for a bit and decide whether this is the fic I want to continue, or if I want to go back and nip this in the bud. A good example of this would be from the end of kiss the ring and fear the crown:

“Obi-Wan Kenobi.” The man offered his hand, much like he’d done during their first meeting. A signet ring gleamed on his pinkie, a flash of something that looked like a sword against some sort of circular symbol. Anakin didn’t see clearly what it was before he was shaking it.  And then he pulled, not pulling Obi-Wan closer, but instead stepping into his space to brush his lips against the man’s ear, pitching his voice low. “I don’t fuck with drug dealers or pimps or anyone who takes advantage of the vulnerable. I won’t hurt anyone for you. I won’t hide bodies for you. I’m not your whore or your dog, I’m your mechanic. Got it, Mr. Kenobi?” 

and suddenly I knew what kind of fic I had on my hands. That was NOT supposed to be what Anakin said but, welp. Here we are now. 👀👀 <3 u wib! (from this cool ask list!)

[according2thelore]

for the game: forget it, don't regret it

OoOooH!

okay, for a fic w this title, my brain really latched onto the first part of this, and i think i'm going amnesia fic on this one.

maybe on a hunt for a witch, sam gets hit with an amnesia curse, and takes one look at dean with his big concerned eyes and hands on his face and is like, "oh yeah okay this is my boyfriend? partner? husband?" and rolls w it. and he takes dean's hands off of his face and v earnestly is like "i'm okay <3 thank u <3 we'll figure this out together <3"

and it takes them until they get back to the bunker for dean to even realize that sam thinks they're together. sam probably says something like "haha can you point me to our room?" and dean is like "um?? your room is that way??"

and maybe sam is kinda confused but i mean, couples sleep separately sometimes. but there is no way to miscommunicate when sam walks up behind dean while he's making dinner and slides a hand underneath his jeans to grab a handful of ass.

when dean tries to explain, that no, in fact, they're brothers, sam laughs bc there's no fucking way.

and he starts pointing out all the weird things, like: we're forty and live together? no girlfriends? we have a dog? we have the same job and are together 24/7? you're literally making me my favourite meal in a little apron? you cradled my face in your hands and led me out of that house by the waist? and i'm pretty sure i'm 800% in love with you.

so now dean is stuck with a conundrum, because a) sammy is down, like astronomically down, he keeps trying to kiss him and also lets dean know when he's turned on now?? what the fuck?? but b) sam is still his brother! and when they break this curse, he will be pissed if dean takes advantage, right? right??

so it's all about whether or not they'll regret this, if there's even anything to regret, and if sam's feelings are a product of no memories, or if, dear reader, they were there the whole time.

(this is from the “give me a made-up title of a fic” ask game that i reblogged here)

-lizzy

[bi-sapphics]

i'm waiting (sarcastically and begrudgingly) for the day that i encounter a post, regardless of whether the author supports butch/femme inclusion or not, that reads something along the lines of "i don't trust how the number of bi women identifying as femme is overwhelming in numbers compared to those who identify as butch, it must be because they have or are looking for boyfriends and want to perform femininity the way men expect them to in order to futher help uplift the patriarchy" because y'all know DAMN WELL there are too many biphobes who love to point out that statistically 70-80% (or at least some form of high majority) of bi women end up in opposite-sex/gender relationships and demonize that by assuming we don't put in any effort to finding the right women to date and pointing out how hard it is for lesbians to commit to that but choose to do so anyways, so why can't we? well, here's your answer ladies and folks: you refuse to date us because we're not "full" lesbians and you think every one of us will cheat on you with a man. you won't let us date women who are attracted to other women. would you rather us end up lonely and miserable than take advantage of our ability to be happy with a boyfriend or husband? be honest here, we know how easy it is for anyone to get away with biphobia and escape having to take accountability, so unfortunately you have nothing to be afraid of.

anyways, i'm just doing my part to play my role as a butch bi sapphic by looking out for my fellow femme bi sapphics and challenging the prejudices against them, potential or existing. alongside that, if it adds to my credibility at all (which, fuck you btw, if this actually matters), i am committed to only dating girls for the foreseeable future, that's my personal choice due to both attraction and community-oriented preferences. so with that being said, femmes please kiss me on the cheek or lips and have a wonderful night with pride in the fact that being femme and dating or having dated men makes you neither less bisexual nor less valid!! i love u :) <3

[agreekompheaters]

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[sssrha]

transcription of slides under the cut:

[SLIDE 1] the vibes ao3’s top 9 mdzs ships give me (a really stupid thing i made on a lazy saturday)

[SLIDE 2] wangxian: the wholesome canon relationship (with a hint of spice)

ok maybe calling the union between a demonic cultivator and a secret sex fiend “wholesome” isnt exactly accurate…but that’s where the “hint of spice” comes in

other than that tho? i remember seeing a meme somewhere about wangxian and sangcheng and wangxian was described as “domestic gays with a house and a white picket fence and two kids” and honestly? yes 

not that they cant be freaky. id say their particular brand of freakiness is vaguely surrealist suburban horror. make of that what you will

[SLIDE 3] xicheng: either its “pair the spares” or just about trauma

their dynamic is 500% “karen/enabling husband” but like in a good way

objectively the best-dressed couple you will ever meet. like seriously why are you even trying? theyve got you beat

jc would own a flower shop and punch you in the face for saying a single bad thing about his flowers. lxc would own a tattoo parlor and hand you a lollipop and tell you how proud he is of you for not crying while he gave you a tattoo

they dont strike me as a “every evening we relax and watch the sunset” type of relationship B U T every other week they go stargazing with a detailed map of the night sky

[SLIDE 4] xiyao: either a) the angst of betraying/being betrayed or b) the angst of killing/being killed

high society gays. they would both unironically wear tuxedos to a mcdonalds. lxc would see it as a fun couples thing and jgy would do it to assert his dominance

i swear they would be among the smiliest of the major couples. only one of them would give you a happy smile

dont mess with them. no like dont mess with any of the couples but so far jgy is the first one who would make your life living hell and keep you around long enough to suffer the consequences

[SLIDE 5] sangcheng: being simultaneously over- and underestimated

i saw a meme about sangcheng and wangxian where sangcheng was described as something along the lines of “wine aunt and vodka uncle” and honestly? yes

they’re both human disasters. nhs would have various splotches of color on his clothes and you cant tell if it was intentional or if theyre actually stains. jc is very neat and organized but will have a mental breakdown at the slightest inconvenience

sometimes they just sit down across from each other and. cry. its how they bond

idk why it popped into my head but they’re both ace Because I Said So

[SLIDE 6] xuexiao: cute domesticity but also murder

i refuse to believe that xy is anything but unhinged in every universe. whether or not thats a good thing is up to you

xy could and would murder you in your sleep and not feel bad about it until xxc told him off. even then he might still decide it was worth it

xxc doesnt exactly know about The Murder Stuff(TM) but he knows some shit is off but he trusts xy enough to not comment on it

they would meet and hook up in a bar and mutually decide that they may as well stay together for the rest of their lives the next morning

[SLIDE 7] xuanli: the token straights (but also? theyre really cute???)

i did not expect them to be as cute as they were but here i am

anyway jyl has jzxuan wrapped around her little finger and shes just too nice to use that to her advantage

if jyl asked jzxuan for some chocolate jzxuan would just buy her the entire hershey company and forget to give her an actual chocolate bar and jyl is too sweet to actually say anything about it

they would definitely have like 20 children. theyd fucking love being parents. the moment having another child became dangerous theyd start adopting left and right. theyre rich they can afford it and their hearts are big enough for all their kids so why would they not?

[SLIDE 8] songxiao: childhood friends to lovers AND perfect power couple

i know they have more nuance than this but i cant help but think of them as The Perfect Couple(TM)

not shipping-wise!! i mean like. theyre both law-abiding citizens. their house looks like a model house. theyre dressed super neat and handsomely. they both know cpr and first aid and one of them is a lawyer and the other is an award winning writer. idk who is who but yk.

they are who people call to deal with problems instead of the police and they delight in that fact. that is what i mean by them being The Perfect Couple(TM)

[SLIDE 9] chengxian: disasters through and through

uhh i am going to be spending the entirety of this slide ignoring the fact that i personally consider them siblings

they would live in a dingy studio apartment in the heart of a city and theyd both never be home

theyre both super fucking rich but theyd never have any money on hand so dont be surprised if they just starve out on the street one day because theyre just that stupid

they collectively have the self esteem of rotting cabbage but theyre keeping themselves and each other alive purely out of spite and sheer force of will

[SLIDES 10] nielan: childhood friends to lovers AND himbo power couple

psst heres a secret: neither of them are actually himbos

H O W E V E R they both 500% pretend they are. they intentionally act as stupid as possible just for the fun of it

the best part is when they stop acting stupid when something important happens. crouching-moron-hidden-badass at its finest

also the older brother energy is overflowing. it does not matter who you are or how old you are. if you meet them then youre going to walk away with two new big brothers

[SLIDES 11] the end (unless i gather the willpower to make a part 2)

[kookingtae]

falling into you (pt. 8) PREVIEW

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7

→scenario: Jungkook’s innocence is like a breath of fresh air in your wild life, and though you know you’re toxic for him, you just can’t seem to stay away.

→genre: college au, slow burn, mutual pining, shy/nerd jk + bad girl oc (mature themes)

→a/n: so i’m not finished with pt 8 yet, since it’s such a climactic chapter it’s taking a bit longer than i anticipated unfortunately BUT i dont want u guys to think ive forgotten about it!!! i know u all are waiting so patiently, and i cannot thank you enough from the bottom of my heart <3 i hope this preview keeps you excited for what’s to come!

Jungkook could never face Y/N again.

God, how could he, knowing that he’d not only finished in five minutes like a pubescent teenager, but also in his pants while she was on top of him?

Embarrassment didn’t even begin to describe the mortification he felt. He’d never wanted the earth to swallow him whole as much as he did in that moment. Sure, he was aware of his slight social anxiety, the way he was constantly looking to bolt from uncomfortable situations—but this was different entirely. This was new territory for him; he’d never done anything remotely sexual with someone else, period, much less with the girl who hung the stars, moon, and sun in his eyes. What was he supposed to do? There was nowhere to escape to in his own bedroom, no running away from his problems that made him uncomfortable. No, he had to stand there with his head down and his crotch dripping wet while he practically begged her to leave. He had never been so ashamed of himself. He had never felt so pathetic.

But then Y/N surprised him like she never failed to do: she’d given him reassurance, another kiss even, while telling him that she actually enjoyed the experience—went so far as to say it was the best in her life. Now he knew she was lying to spare his feelings. Of all the men Y/N had been with, there was no way a virgin cumming untouched in his pants was the best of them. She was cruel to make him believe otherwise, to give him false hope.

He wouldn’t allow himself to think any differently. He couldn’t allow himself to get hurt.

Which was why he made it his mission to avoid her at all costs—something he’d gotten very good at over the past few months, and the past few weeks, specifically.

But in the same way he’d learned from the patterns of her daily routine and used them as a means to remain hidden, she’d also learned his and utilized them to her advantage as well. It was the only explanation as to how he was turning a corner inside the art building (about to take the rear exit, since she usually waited for him out front) and suddenly she was standing right in front of him.

He instantly skidded to a halt, heart rate shooting to astronomical levels and eyes widening on their own accord. “Y-Y/N,” he stuttered out involuntarily, the sight of her causing every single detail of their time spent together to come rushing back to him like a tidal wave ready to wipe him out.

As if he needed another excuse to think about the moment they shared that had changed him forever, about the way her moans sounded in his ear and her body felt on his lap and the way she touched his cheek, his neck, the way her lips felt on his skin, god help him—

Already he could feel the beginnings of a blush start to rise to his suddenly hot cheeks, and he cleared his throat and shifted his weight from one foot to the other to keep from springing yet another boner in front of her.

He slid his books in front of his waist, just in case.

While she usually approached him with the natural ease of self-confidence and charm, today she seemed worried, unsure. She chewed at her lower lip—something he didn’t think she really ever did, as he would certainly remember the way it stirred within him—and looked up at him beneath delicate lashes that framed her eyes.

He didn’t have it in him to keep from outright staring at her beauty.

“I… I missed you,” she finally murmured, and he felt the breath physically whoosh from his lungs to join his butterfly-filled stomach all the way at the floor.

It had been a few days since he’d last seen her, since she’d been in his room that night where they opened up about their past and confessed how they truly felt about one another and shared the most life-altering moment he’d ever experienced. He missed her too, god he missed her. He missed everything about her the moment she left his side—would picture her face in his mind as soon as she left his field of vision. But for some reason unknown to him, she was too kind to him, spared his feelings despite knowing what little experience he had. There was no way he’d be able to satisfy a girl—mentally, physically, emotionally—who could have anyone she wanted. Perhaps she pitied him. Either way, if she wouldn’t put a stop to it, then he would.

Or so he’d try, but alas, nothing ever went according to his plans where Y/N was concerned. And here she was, three simple words mumbled into existence and he couldn’t even remember his own name, much less why he’d been trying to fight this.

She seemed to expect he would say nothing—either that or she’d grown used to his silence—because before he had enough sense in him to even think about responding, she was speaking again. “How have you been?”

The question was asked with deliberate, genuine curiosity and concern; she really wanted to know if he was okay, how he was handling things after what had transpired between them. And no matter how hard Jungkook tried to fight this, fight her, fight himself, he was only human.

And so he stopped fighting.

“I– I missed you too,” he breathed out, and it was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders and relocated to his gut. He tensed at his confession, mentally berated himself for his words even though she’d been the one to say them first. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, what with the way his throat locked up.

Though the second he witnessed the smile that sprang to her tantalizing lips, he felt as light as a feather floating in the breeze.

“You did?” Her eyes lit up, sparkled under the fluorescent hallway lights that still managed to capture all of her beauty despite the unflattering lighting. He didn’t think it was possible for any scenery, not even that of a dull and stuffy university building, to make her appear any less breathtaking than she always was.

“I was so worried after I left last week,” she continued without prompt. The mention of his premature finish had him stiffening in dread, though she didn’t let enough silence fester between her words for the anxiety to claw its way up his throat. “I didn’t want you to beat yourself up. I’ve noticed you tend to be too hard on yourself sometimes.” She glanced up at him with the hint of a sheepish grin dancing on her lips.

Her expression said it all: that’s an understatement.

And this shocked him to his core, because she was absolutely right.

Just how well had she gotten to know him in their time spent together over the last few months? And how? And why?

The last question would always boggle him until the end of time; he would never understand why she was interested in him. Why was he the one she had feelings for, when she claimed she never had feelings for anybody? Though he supposed he could ask himself the same thing: why did he feel things for Y/N that he had never felt for anyone else in his life? And the answer was quite simple, really: because it was her.

He didn’t know what about himself was so special to make him stand out in her mind, and as a result he still couldn’t help but be skeptical, even after her confession. But it wasn’t like he had any choice in the matter on what to do with that skepticism—not when his heart kept leading him back to her.

At some point after her accurate description of the inner turmoil that’s been plaguing his mind, his mouth had fallen open slightly. He couldn’t hide the surprise from his face even if he tried; he was speechless.

Y/N gazed up at him, not seeming in any hurry to rush the conversation along, and for that he was grateful. He’d never met somebody so patient and understanding before—just another reason to make Jungkook’s heart flutter with endearment. And it was no secret to himself anymore that he yearned to be in Y/N’s presence for as long as possible whether he was aware of it or not.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, you know,” she continued as if she could read his mind, and that was when he realized the way his eyes avoided hers and the fact that his skin was the color of tomatoes must’ve been dead giveaways. “I meant it when I said that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

Jungkook balked, practically choking on his spit at her forward, shameless words. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to the way she spoke her mind so openly without any fear holding her back. She’d gone through so much in her childhood, in her life—Jungkook not even knowing the half of it, he’s sure—and yet she was still so strong and brave and everything he wasn’t. He couldn’t help but admire the person she was today, despite all the prejudice and judgment he’d held for her when they first met.

He realized now that he was too quick to judge her, to write her off based on rumors and first impressions. He realized now that he was too quick to do that to a lot of people. Just how long had he closed himself off from others based on his skewed, morally righteous perspective? His whole life, if he had to say.

The epiphany that she was physically prying open his third eye with a crowbar, that he was now self aware and changing for the better for her—for himself—hit him all at once.

It was the most frightening sensation of his life, the introvert in him wanting to crawl back into his shell where it was safe and comfortable and dull. But deep down he knew it was also for the best.

“W-why?” He heard himself asking before he knew what he was doing. “Why do you keep saying that?”

He had to know why she insisted on standing by her statement that his mishap was not only hot, but the hottest ever. Why did she insist on lying to him, on giving him false hope? She spoke her mind in every other situation, or at least that’s what he assumed; why did she insist on sparing his feelings in this incident? Was he really that pathetic? Did she pity him that much?

She simply blinked at him once, twice, before: “Because I really like you, Jungkook.”

As if in slow motion, you could visibly see his eyes expand to the size of saucers at your words.

You would’ve found the sight comical had the situation been any different. But the way he continued to disbelieve that you could have feelings for him, that you could be attracted to everything about him despite who he was, despite his inexperience—it made your heart break in your chest. You now knew from where this inferiority complex stemmed—he’d told you himself about his family situation—and if anything, it made you want to rebuild his confidence that much more. He needed to see himself the way you saw him.

But you also didn’t want to overwhelm him, either. And you were more than willing to walk that fine line with Jungkook no matter how long it took.

“So are we on for a study sesh tonight?” You continued nonchalantly, wanting to return things to normalcy for him as much as possible before he ran away mid-conversation as he’d done so many times before. You wanted to ease his self-doubt so he’d stop avoiding you—like he’d been doing the past few days—as much as possible.

Jungkook blinked as if trying to adjust from the whiplash of your subject-change. “U–uh… if you want?”

“Of course I want to,” you replied without missing a beat, not caring how desperate you seemed so long as he didn’t question where you stood. You took a step forward, unable to help the intangible, magnetic draw you felt to him as you gazed up at him beneath your lashes. “That is… if you want to.”

You watched in agony as a gulp slowly raked its way down his throat.

“I–” his voice was hoarse before he cleared his throat. “I uh, can’t tonight. I have to study for math.”

You weren’t even sure how one studied for math, but you weren’t about to question the expert. “That’s fine! We could… do it tomorrow?”

Jungkook chewed at his bottom lip, an action he always did when he was internally struggling with something before he finally nodded his head yes in a slow, hesitant manner. “N–not in my room though,” he added as an afterthought, and when your gaze snapped to his he had a pleading expression in his eyes.

A mix of emotions rolled through you. On one hand, you were horrified at the possibility that he thought the only reason you wanted to study again was so that you could get in his pants. Which—okay, you’re not going to lie, you would love to have a repeat of last week—but that definitely wasn’t why you wanted to see him. He meant more to you than just a means to get off, which was what you’d thought of flings in the past. You didn’t want him to be just a fling, though.

You didn’t want to think of the meaning behind that fact right now, either.

But on another hand, you understood where Jungkook was coming from. Maybe it was because you’d studied him enough over the past few months to learn some of his behavior (for once you finally saw the appeal of studying), so you knew that level of intimacy was probably extremely overwhelming for Jungkook and he needed a moment to step back. Hell, it was even overwhelming for you, and that was saying something. Never had your senses, your heart, your body, your soul been attacked like that with such an abundance of emotional pleasure, and you hoped with all your might that Jungkook was feeling the same—that that was the reason he needed a breather from being alone with you, and not the fact that he just didn’t want to be intimate with you.

Unless…

Oh god, had you misread the situation entirely? Had Jungkook hated everything about that night?

Suddenly you were feeling sick to your stomach. The thought of you misunderstanding his confession—or worse, him changing his mind completely—made you want to escape to a dark and desolate stairwell and cry in the hidden nooks of the windowsill again; the irony that not only would you be pulling a Jungkook by escaping mid-conversation, but that the stairwell was also the place the two of you had your first real conversation, wasn’t lost on you.

“M–my roommate is staying in, studying for finals.” The sound of Jungkook’s voice was like a breath of fresh air whooshing into your lungs after almost drowning underwater. You blinked out of your inner turmoil, focusing on him. “So he’ll be there, i–in my room, this whole week.”

And suddenly your heart was warming with relief, hope, appreciation, like flowers blooming in the spring after a torrential downpour. Just when you thought you had him figured out, this enigma of a boy continued to surprise you. It was usually easy for you to hide your emotions—you’d been doing so for years, always wore a mask around others so that they couldn’t see the real you—and yet somehow, Jungkook must’ve sensed them anyway. He sensed the doubt, the pain, the fear that you vowed never to cage you crawling up your throat and threatening to consume you whole, and he eased it. He didn’t want you to misunderstand him. He wanted to reassure you.

If anything, that was just a testament to how Jungkook had broken down your walls—how much you had let him in, how well he was able to read the emotions you wanted to keep hidden. Your mask had begun to break, the real you showing through the cracks, and Jungkook was still standing here. He hadn’t run away.

You fought the urge to grab him and slam your lips onto his.

“Not in your room, then,” is all you managed to breathe out beneath a fluttering smile.

[shirtlessfelix]

Heyo! I was thinking maybe-- what about a reader that flirts with danny (ghostface) every single trial and seems like the ultimate flirty bastard but when danny actually flirts back the reader goes "tf is wrong with you" and walks away (bUt secretly they are dYing inside from embarrassment and akskskskkss rip flirty bastard 😔)

Hi! This is so funny I love the idea lol, hope u enjoy anon <3

Ghostface x Flirty Bastard

405 words

"Hey, good lookin', I see you over there!" you call out when you first see the killer at the start of the trial. Danny Johnson, the one killer you like to have around even more than some of the survivors, looks at you from afar. You feel his eyes more harshly the longer he stares, but you don't look back just yet.

You want him to approach you first; he always takes advantage of the fact that you let him stalk you, knowing the sick kind of pleasure you get from it. It's fun for him too since he can appease the Entity, and the coy remarks you make are smooth listening. You don't know whether he likes it or not, but it'd be nice to find out.

He sneaks behind you and grabs you off of the generator, and you laugh into saying, "Have you been working out? You can pick me up any day, sir--"

"Oh, yeah, you bet I'd like to."

Your eyes widen in shock, and you go limp over his shoulder. You've never heard him talk before, and you especially don't expect him to during a trial when he's supposed to stay hidden. Silence is one of the Entity's most important rules, and the Ghostface just broke it.

You question him all the way to the hook, and even as it pierces through you, confused strings of words fly out of your mouth in gurgled screams. "What the fuck! Hey! Get back here, Ghosty! You think you can just do that?"

In your passion to confront him, you manage to swing yourself off of the hook, but the wind is scared out of you when he pops out from behind a wall and stops you. "You were so cute before... what happened?" You don't have an answer for him as your heart races in your chest, and you look at him with bulging eyes. "What, don't you know why I watch you the most?"

You glare at the screaming mask in front of you and wonder what kind of smile Danny is hiding underneath it. Surely he's pleased to know that he's finally broken you, and a part of you really wants to believe that he's being genuine, but you can't be sure. It might kill you for good if he reciprocated the feelings you expressed only as jokes to him, so perhaps it's better if you don't find out.

[blueprint-han]

☆⌒ mornings — bang chan | fluff | 1083 words | warnings: a little kissing

Mornings with Chan are like the faint music that echoes through the evening air when you strum a guitar, like warm hot chocolate and toasted marshmallows over cold evenings, guaranteed to make you feel warm from the inside, from your heart and leading to you spilling those tender, affectionate words of an “I love you.” Mornings with Chan are when you can feel yourself go dizzy over his beauty undisturbed, and you’re known to take full advantage of it.

It doesn’t matter — Chan deserves to be called beautiful every waking (and asleep) hour, and you’re willing to provide.

And provide you do.

Slinging a leg over his waist, Chan realizes he’s been trapped and is gonna be attacked any moment now, especially when you press your lips to the skin of his chest, mumbling random, inaudible words. The warmth from you being so close to him plus the duvet laid on top of the both of you leaves him in heavenly bliss, and he feels his eyes close, drift shut once again. Even though he knows what’s coming, Chan smiles, because there’s no reason for him to not — it’s morning, you’re in his arms looking cuter than ever, what’s there to not smile for?

It’s your turn to smile rather cheekily, lifting your head up to gaze at his sharp, chiseled features. It’s suddenly all the quiet now, not even the faint whirring of the fan can be heard — because Chan gets cold way too easily and tends to get extra clingy to warm himself up (not that it’s a problem, you love it when your boyfriend get’s clingy). Surprisingly, his hand is warmer than ever when he lays it against the small strip of exposed skin that’s caused because of your shirt riding up.

Pressing a hand to his cheek, you resist the urge to squish when you feel how soft and plush it is under your palm, and then let your eyes run over his deep brown hair falling perfectly over his forehead — he was finally allowed to grow it back in his natural hair color, and that’s how you liked him; barefaced, raw, natural — then over to how his lashes flutter ever-so-lightly in his half-asleep, dazed state. And then over his pale, pretty skin that almost seems to glow in the sunlight that filters through translucent, lacy curtains.

Oddly enough, as soon as you call him pretty in your head, you remember the way he pouts at every one of your compliments, never being able to take one without growing incredibly flustered. It’s extremely adorable for you, how his eyebrows knit into a frown and he gives you that nose scrunch™ that only makes you soften at the edges.

A giggle leaves your lips at the thought and Chan creaks an eye open, the fact that he’s trying to be as discreet as possible only causing your laughter to intensify. My, he’s so pretty, the sunlight pouring down and highlighting a section of his skin doing nothing to make him look less ethereal.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, whining immediately after when he feels your warmth leave him — you might’ve backed a little too far in the process of admiring your pretty boyfriend. He pulls you back into his chest, pulling the duvet over the both of you and tightening his hold, all whilst sleepily frowning. You feel your heart swell at his actions.

“I was gonna call you pretty,” You slightly squish his cheek as you say so. “But then I remembered how you’d give me that adorable pout you make every time I compliment you.”

Almost immediately, you can feel the skin underneath your palm turn warm, and you lift it to reveal a sleepy, furiously blushing Chan. A coo leaves your lips before you can eyes stop it, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Chan goes cross-eyed for a second trying to follow your actions and you downright melt at his antics. pressing your palm to his cheek once again and connecting your lips into a sweet, barely there kiss.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so pretty,” You once again, know what he’s gonna reply with, and so you kiss him once again, watching as he tries to shyly absorb your compliment. “I’ve always thought you were really beautiful.”

The sentence comes with any pre-thought and leaves Chan squirming in your grip, moving to hide his head into your shoulder and you laugh out.

“Y/N!”

“What?”

“Stop itttt…” Affection seems to rush through you when his skin is tinted a rosy pink — you can’t hold back anymore, rubbing your thumb over the high end of his cheekbone and placing soft kisses all over his face, growing more and more soft by the second, thanks to Chan’s giggles.

“You know I mean it when I call you pretty, right? It’s not just for shits and giggles, I do think you’re really pretty.”

“Oh my gosh, what’s gotten into you today? You’re being so sappy.” He peeks his head out cutely, sighing when you rub his back before nuzzling into your neck.

“Can I not appreciate my boyfie?” You say in your singsong voice, booping his nose before staring into his deep brown eyes — those eyes that whispered silent reassurances when he looked into yours, gave you the comfort that nothing and no one else could provide.

“Who’s the cute and pretty one now?” Chan says rather smugly.”i don’t know, with the way someone was calling me their ‘boyfie’ I’d—”

You interrupt him once again. It’s always like this. You know Chan well enough to realise what’s coming forward, and when you’re left helpless, you use your sudden displays of affection to your advantage.

And whether he admits it or not, you know Chan loves it.

When you pull away from the kiss once again, you silently smile at him, eyes fluttering shut after a good five minutes of admiring each other. Chan chuckles, pulling you into his chest before running his fingers through your locks of hair, undoing any tangles that may have tied themselves in.

And soon enough, he falls asleep too. Mornings with Chan are slow, soft and romantic, and honestly, you could run out of words describing them. It’d take you ages to put in words how much you loved Chan and even then, that time wouldn’t have been enough.

Mornings with Chan are calming and silent, exactly how you like them.

:･ﾟ✧ find the other fics here !

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Ten: Let Me Fall (Part 3)

Wow that took forever lmao Hope u like this next part!~ also i decided to start making headers for my longer fics instead of adding other ppl’s gifs hence the header below heheh

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 4]

-Peach

Ten x Reader (feat. Yangyang & Hendery). This part’s fluff mostly. 2.5k

You watched as the morning sun slowly leaked through the walls of your tent, the hours you could have slept dwindling. You'd hardly slept at all, but how could you when you'd finally gotten your chance to spend a night with Ten? Your thoughts kept you up for hours, and you'd even gotten another orgasm out of yourself while reliving the memories of your encounter, not that you'd admit it.

You knew the boys were probably not up yet, but you couldn't lay in your tent any longer. You pulled on your sweatpants and shoes and grabbed your jacket and phone, heading out into the crisp morning air. It was so peaceful, so calm out in the woods, and you really enjoyed the clearing where you'd set up camp. The view was beautiful and you smiled to yourself as you watched the sun peek over the horizon. And though you weren't usually one for early mornings, you didn't mind them when you were out here. The fresh, cool air was exactly what you'd been needing. You thought to yourself how wonderful the weekend was going, and tried to ignore the anxiety that tried to tell you that was a sign things were bound to go wrong soon. You sighed at yourself and walked to grab a mug.

You made yourself some hot chocolate and unfolded a chair to sit on near the fire pit, settling in and grabbing your phone as a welcome distraction from your thoughts. You'd had plenty of time to be alone with them.

"Breakfast?"

"What do we even have? Like cereal?" You heard Ten and Yangyang's muffled conversation soon from their tent, and you felt a light flush wash over you when you heard Ten's voice. The door unzipped and he stepped out, rezipping it behind him. He'd already gotten dressed for the day, in boots, black sweatpants and a thick grey hoodie, his dark hair a bit tousled from sleeping.

"Hey," he greeted you casually.

You wondered how he would be greeting you if the other boys weren't there. You weren't quite sure how you should be acting around him (were you like...dating now?), but you just matched his casual energy, opting to continue as you had the day before.

"Hi." You sipped your hot chocolate and felt a warmth run through you, but you couldn't say whether it was from the drink or the blush coloring your skin. You picked up a stick and prodded at the ash and blackened logs from your fire the night before. "There's...hot chocolate..."

"Oh yeah, thanks," Ten replied, grabbing a box of cereal and coming to sit next to you. You heard Hendery's voice now too from inside the tent; now everyone was up.

Ten cleared his throat, and leaned in to talk to you as privately as you could without causing suspicion. "You know, I'm not...I don't want you to think I'm like...taking advantage of the fact you've had a crush on me," Ten said to you in a low voice only you could hear. "Or that I...only am, like...in this for sex." You turned your head to look at him and noticed his brow furrowed in concern. He met your gaze and you noticed a slight pained look in them that you didn't expect. You wondered if this had kept him up as your thoughts had done to you. If so, you could have saved him the trouble.

"I don't think that."

You really didn't. You could tell he genuinely had feelings for you too, even if it was difficult for you to believe due to your lacking self-confidence.

"Just 'cause...we've moved kinda fast, I don't want--" he shook his head as he spoke, but his words were cut off by Yangyang coming outside. You and Ten parted instinctively, and you leaned forward to keep playing with the embers at your feet.

"Morning, Y/N," Yangyang said. "Sorry for waking you up last night."

"Oh no, you're fine. I fell right back to sleep," you lied, then hid your mouth behind your hand when a yawn got away from you. You sure were lying a lot this weekend. You felt your phone buzz in your hand and looked at Ten. He had his phone in both his hands as you expected, and you figured the text must be from him.

Ten: I just wanted to say that I don't want you thinking I'm using your crush on me as leverage to get in your pants.

Your heart stuttered as you read, and you held the phone carefully so Yangyang wouldn't see as he came over to sit on your opposite side. Another message popped up below it a few seconds later.

Ten: I don't wanna fuck anything up because of sex, you know?

You locked Ten's gaze again for a split second and smiled at him, silently letting him know that you understood and that you were fine. You then relocked your phone to blacken the screen then slid it under your leg as Yangyang sat down. "So what are we doing today again?" You asked him nonchalantly.

"Hiking!" Hendery answered as he stepped out of the tent. He set his overstuffed backpack on the ground and pulled on his puffy navy blue jacket, then walked over to sit with the rest of you.

"Uh huh...so I take it you know of a trail or something? 'Cause I'm not getting lost in the woods with you," you teased, lifting your eyebrows at him.

"Thank you for that vote of confidence, Y/N." You giggled at his response and took another sip of your drink. "But yes, there's a trail, so if you get lost, that's your problem."

"And thank you for those words of comfort."

You sat around as the sun came up and planned out your day together; Yangyang wasn't crazy excited about the idea of hiking and decided to stay with your stuff while the rest of you would go.

As you got dressed in your tent, you let yourself be happy, giddy, to be in the place you were. You smiled so big your cheeks hurt. Things with Ten were going well. But what about when this weekend was over? What about when you were back home? That was always in the back of your head, and time was ticking away. Ah, anxieties. Your cue to think about something else. You pulled on your boots and grabbed your phone, zipped up your jacket, and headed back out into the crisp air.

🍂

"This isn't a very well used trail I guess," Hendery noted, as you all looked ahead of yourselves to the barely noticeable trail through the trees. But it was marked with a sign and the ground was somewhat treaded, so you knew that there was, in fact, a trail there.

"Let's go then," Ten chuckled with a shrug, taking the lead. "Road less traveled, I suppose," you said in agreement. You and Hendery looked at each other, amused, then followed Ten. An adventure awaited, no doubt. Or a tragedy, whichever came first.

The forest was beautiful, just the right weekend to come. The leaves had changed color but not really started to fall yet, so everything was colorful and the plants were yet to be struck by the winter cold. The three of you hiked through fairly well, though sometimes you had to stop and decipher where exactly the path was, doing your best to not get lost. You watched your tents get smaller and lost in the thick of the trees, and crossed your fingers that you would see them again before dark. You talked as you walked, telling stories and laughing together. It was easy to laugh with them, especially Hendery; he could make you laugh for days.

The path traveled up a steeper hill after a bit, and the terrain became rougher, rockier, the stones covered in a vibrant green moss. It looked lovely, but you knew it held the capacity to be treacherous. Ten grabbed your hand to help you over a small stream, and you panicked a bit at the slightly intimate action, since you were not alone, but quickly remembered the action was something two friends could do. He was just being helpful, and Hendery didn't seem to think anything of it, so you didn't say anything and accepted the help, mumbling a thank you as you made it across. The three of you kept walking but you started to trail behind, doing your best to not slip, but traversing the rocks less agilely than the boys. You tried to pick up your speed to catch up with them, but your foot slid on the slick moss and your knee crashed down onto a sharp edge of a rock. "Ow! Damn it!" Just what you'd been trying so hard to avoid.

You looked up just as the boys turned around. "Oh shit, are you okay, Y/N?" Ten asked worriedly.

Your knee throbbed and your pants were dirty and damp now. You sat on the closest rock and hissed in pain as the sharpness of it hit you. You reached down to pull up your pant leg and the large scrape on your knee started to seep blood. "I guess not."

"Here, wait, I got you!" Hendery called, bounding down the hill past Ten, heavy backpack bouncing behind him. Finally a use for all that. He pulled his backpack off and dug through it, and you and Ten stood, waiting. Hendery muttered to himself, pulling things out and putting things back. "Oh no," he suddenly said, looking up with an embarrassed expression.

"What?"

"I...think I left the first aid kit in the car..."

"You've been carrying all that shit and there's no first aid kit in there??" Ten asked incredulously. "What the hell is in there?"

"Everything else!" Hendery argued back, defensive. "Don't worry, Y/N, I'll go get it! Just stay right here!" He left his open bag on the ground, some items strewn about, and started to run down the hill.

Ten reached down and plucked a set of keys off the ground that jingled in his hand. "Hey don't forget the car keys, moron!" He threw the keys to Hendery and turned back to you, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

"And please don't run!" You yelled to him. If he got hurt, you'd both be SOL.

Ten sighed and sat down next to you, patting your leg just above where you'd gotten injured. "You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine," you replied honestly. It wasn't that bad and the pain was starting to subside already. Just a bad scrape that would probably bruise tomorrow and possibly leave a light scar.

"That's good." Ten kissed your cheek quickly, the small, sweet act catching you off guard and making your heart flutter.

"So...earlier..." You started, not really sure what you wanted to say, but deciding to figure it out as you spoke.

"Mhm."

"You said...that you didn't want to fuck things up because of sex."

"Right," he acknowledged, nodding.

You figured more sex was inevitable (at least you wanted it to be), so if what he said was true, you should figure out the rest of your relationship sooner rather than later. But you also didn't want to pressure him into anything so quickly. Then again, he seemed to like you about as much as you liked him, so you decided to shoot your shot. "So...should we start...dating? Do you want that?"

"Well..." He hesitated, a negative sound, and he saw the way your face started to drop as he did and hurriedly tried to correct himself. "I mean--not...it's just...I don't know if Yangyang..."

Your blood started to boil now, not at Ten, but at your brother interfering when he wasn't even there.

"...would like that very much..." Ten pursed his lips and scratched his neck, not making eye contact with you. He looked off, watching as a squirrel scurried up a tree nearby. Your voices weren't loud but still reverberated a bit through the trees, as it was still quite quiet save for a bird call or twig snap here or there.

"Well Yangyang isn't in charge of my relationships," you snapped, a little aggressively.

"I know, I know," he replied defensively, getting quieter.

"Sorry. I just get so frustrated with him sometimes."

"I mean...I am his friend. So, it's like, kind of understandable that he might be mad at me."

You waved your hand dismissively as he spoke, then settled your head in your hands, your elbows rested on your thighs. "Nah, he's always like that. He just doesn't want me to date. I guess I just don't understand the overprotective brother thing."

"Well that's all the more reason he'd be mad. Like, if he doesn't want you to date anyone, then he'd be really against you dating one of his friends." You pouted as he spoke, as you knew he was right. "But I also kinda don't care what he thinks." You heard the faint smile in Ten's voice and turned to look at him, seeing a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as he twirled a leaf between two ring adorned fingers.

"So...what then?"

"How about...we figure things out when we get back home? Then we can like actually sit down and talk, you know? We don't have to say anything to Yangyang or Hendery or anyone else yet. Is that okay?"

"Yeah I'm good with that."

"Well that settles that, I guess," Ten said, leaning forward, smiling lips brushing yours lightly. "For now."

"Mmm..." You pressed your lips to his briefly, the butterflies within you all aflutter now. You parted slightly, both of you just smiling and enjoying the moment. He closed his eyes and leaned in again, kissing you so sweetly, your mind spun. You kept kissing Ten while you had the chance, not wanting to pull away and unsure of when you'd have another opportunity. He was warm and comforting, his lips incredibly soft and inviting. It had only been about twelve hours since you'd last kissed him, but you'd already found yourself missing it, which wasn't something you'd really experienced before. His thumb rubbed comfortingly on your thigh, effectively helping to ease the pain that you'd nearly forgotten about. Your left hand held his face and your right twisted in the fabric of his hoodie, wanting to pull him in closer. It was easy to ignore the pain in your knee. It was easy to ignore...everything. Which you soon found out.

"Whoooaa...kay." Hendery's voice, suddenly behind you, rang through your ears and sent a searing heat of surprise and panic through your body. You hadn't even heard him coming. You and Ten pushed away from each other in a flash and whipped your gazes to Hendery's. He had seen everything.

Ah, shit.

[checkmatein3moves]

Hello! What are the RO's favorite social media platforms (and why)?

considering i've only partially thought about the specifics of popular social media in oracle (so far all i have is that the main one, scry, is like if you combined the connection aspect of linkedin, the nosy aspect of facebook, the forum aspect of reddit and like, the vapid news aspect of any tabloid) then for this i'll just do what they would like if they used social media in this time and universe

hebe: mainly on art twitter. posts her art on tumblr too but prefers the exposure of twitter. gets into her fair share of arguments over people reposting without credit and blatantly misinterpreting her favourite characters. complains about the toxic people but likes commissioning other artists to support them and deep diving into constructive criticisms. uses facebook solely to share pictures of her brother's dogs or to shade her sister. posts on instagram with windo and MC a lot, has an aesthetic theme

windo: goes on reddit but specifically the redditships/tifu/aita realm, occasionally the nosleep type subreddits. gets sucked in. sometimes posts in them so people can laugh at the stupid things he's done, e.g. TIFU by offering to hang a priceless painting for a friend. decided to improvise when i realised i didn't know what i was doing. gives advice on the relationship posts. knows there's a lot of fake posts but operates on the suspension of disbelief to connect with strangers. also has an instagram w/ a mixture of goofy, friendship and fashion posts, and a work twitter to give commentary on political articles

sailor: a finsta to scroll meme instagrams. they actually laugh out loud at some of the bad jokes they come across. doesn't have tiktok so they can sit on their high horse in disdain for it but has seen millions in the reels tab anyway. never posts or comments, just likes. they send the MC memes but not through dms or anything, literally will get up and show them irl if they find something they think they'd laugh at like a cat bringing you a dead mouse. don't really do public social media profiles because they value their privacy.

jelly: their finsta that they just post bullshit on. they have like 3 followers and all their posts are like a slew of every thought that pops into their head at 2am. their celebrity crushes, things that made them laugh for 5 mins for no reason, their take on soulmates, on fictional characters, nostalgia posts, dog pics, them listening to one direction, 5 selfies in a row of different angles, drunk posts. their public social medias are all very put together and well curated tho. pretty pics and makeup #ads on insta. eloquent linkedin. no facebook

twenty: barely uses any. dislikes seeing too many opinions that he didn't ask for. had a phase where he used to troll scammers (and sometimes just random people to be a menace) on habbo hotel. wouldn't admit it but he likes taking uquizzes. what kind of emo are u. what horror movie trope would u be. what colour would u be. 9/10 he’s not even happy about the results but he just goes :/ and moves onto the next one. has seen like 5 total tiktoks and only knows what a tiktoker is because jelly has explained it

noir: doomscrolls on various sites, mostly twitter and douban. hates these sites with a passion but continues to consume all the depressing content anyway as just one of many shitty habits. had a sadboy tumblr (because OF COURSE HE DID) in his teens that is semi-common knowledge but old enough news that it’s not really something people bring up to tease him about. black and white big gifs with text, angsty textposts, classics like that. pretends to care about his linkedin but god if it’s not the most boring thing ever to him. posts view pics on insta 

honey: honestly probably normal twitter. her dn is just honey and her @ is something generic and she shares her opinions on condiments and mundane things like that. not really interested in discourse or fandom spaces and is not the most up to date in meme culture. she’s busy a lot, so she doesn’t have much time to spend online. watches those calming asmr baking videos on youtube. in her teens i think she would’ve been a fan of acoustic cover channels. had a facebook when she was younger but deactivated it because she never used it

jareth: his secret letterboxd. actually reviews movies impartially and passionately. nobody would ever guess it was him. not a mega popular account, but pretty credible. likes to take advantage of the fact he’s not taken too seriously by certain demographics, so he shares his more comprehensive opinions anonymously. gets genuinely irritated by most troll reviews. some are funny enough to let slide. he had a wattpad once but NOBODY knows nor will they ever know because he would die of embarrassment if that came out. sometimes says annoying shit on twitter but nothing too controversial or topical

ludo: it’s not really a social media but like......ebay. he can scroll ebay for hours whether he’s window shopping or actually wants to buy something. likes to look in the antique section especially. the habit started because he grew up with barely any money and used to curiously browse the kind of obscure stuff rich collectors liked to buy, but by the time he had income of his own (albeit not that much) he’d kind of convinced himself that he understood why people wanted this junk. now it’s like an addiction. he also has a twitter that’s more clued into memes and references but is still pretty mundane. 

monty: her instagram is very well curated. meticulous, even, with selfies, fashion, meals, more ‘relatable’ backstage pictures, etc. it’s definitely a little too perfect but she’s proud of her aesthetic eye, and her public image isn’t fake so much as presented in a way that she gets to keep her personal things to herself. is the kind of celebrity to do instagram lives just to make her fans happy. made a youtube channel due to popular demand but doesn’t really have a clear plan for it, so it’s mostly just q&a where she talks about her favourite characters, funny set anecdotes and her met gala looks. jareth appears on it sometimes to talk about their drama greenwood creek and he suggests meme reviews and things like that