#cant wait for him to grab his own for comfort <3

[ahappydnp]

when is it my turn to gently grasp phil's breast

[rinhaler]

i cant stop thinking abt noncon + stepcest Rin who cant control himself anymore after noticing how much his lil step-sister has grown since he was away bc of soccer n shit yk..

(btw your blog is goated)

GOATED WHAT A COMPLIMENT AKGHDSAKLH thank u very much I hope u enjoy this <3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, stepcest, dub/noncon, slight fingering, vaginal sex, nii-chan/rin-nii used, slight degradation, praise, dacryphilia, calls ur pussy 'she', shush kink?

words: 2k

“You’re always flirting with me.” Rin speaks. It’s the first time he’s said anything to you since he got back from Paris. He’s always been cold with you, short-tempered and even cruel. But you hadn’t expected to hear him say something like that.

You scoff, shuffling your position on the couch to get more comfortable to read your magazine. He always notes how often you change your position when you read; you can never sit still for more than a few minutes. You often read with your bedroom door open, and if he passes by to go to the bathroom, you’re always in a different position by the time he walks back to his room again.

“What was that?” he asks, pulling a disgruntled face at your dismissive response. “You think you don’t? You only wear short skirts when I’m visiting. I see your socials.”

“Oh… so, you’re stalking me then?” you giggle. “Don’t flatter yourself, Rin-nii… I jus’ feel pretty like this.” you defend yourself despite knowing he’s right. He thinks you’re dumb, and the fact that you smile and giggle after every word is a dead giveaway. You’re a flirt, and you’re a liar.

He also hates that you’re absolutely right.

Not a day goes by where he doesn’t check your social media profiles. He likes to see what you’re up to and who you’re seeing. It’s only been a recent development, though, he saw a particularly sultry post on your Instagram and he quite frankly hasn’t been the same since. He hadn’t realised you’d grown so much and come into your own. He can’t get you out of his mind.

You gulp a little as he leans forward, his fingers lingering on your chin and guiding your eyes to meet his own. He doesn’t speak immediately. Instead, he opts to examine your responses. The way your forehead forms a tiny bead of sweat under the pressure of his gaze. The way your tongue quickly swipes over your plump lips when his eyes drift to stare at them. The way your breasts almost spill with each heave of your chest as you try and keep your composure.

“Be grateful, little sister. Good nii-chan’s keep an eye on their little sister’s, you know.” he tells you matter-of-factly.

“T- uh, thank you, Rin-nii…” is all you can muster beneath his intense stare. He smirks, too fucking coolly before withdrawing. You close your magazine and stand up, desperate to hurry to your room to calm your nerves. He watches you walk away as he flicks through the channels on the TV.

“Oh God, miss you on my lips… hm-mm-mm…” you sing along with your record player as you listen to Lana Del Rey, following a muted makeup tutorial on your phone to pass the time. You grunt in annoyance when you realise that maybe you aren’t destined to perfect winged eyeliner today.

After locking your phone, you immediately tap the screen to see the time. You almost gasp as you realise it’s 7PM and five hours have passed since you last checked what time it is. Dinner will be ready soon, you grab a makeup wipe and begin to cleanse your skin. You should probably do your skincare, too, but it can wait until right before bedtime.

You examine your face to see if you’ve missed any makeup. Your eyeliner is stubborn but eventually comes off. And so with that, you get up to toss the wipe into the bin in your room.

“Jesus Chri— Rin! What are you doing?” you ask, spotting your elder brother in the doorway of your room. His eyes follow the stained wipe as you drop it into the bin, but his eyes linger on you once more as you wait for him to answer. “Oh… is there something on my face? Thought I got it all…” you tell him, leaning over your dressing table again to make sure your face is spotless.

“Tell me the truth.” he sighs, entering your room without closing the door. You look at him through your mirror before you turn to face him, an eyebrow quirked in confusion as he continues to close the distance. “You flirt with me.”

“This again?” you laugh. You lean back against your dressing table, fingers curling beneath the tabletop as you cross one ankle over the other. You feel heady as he gets closer and you smell his cologne. It doesn’t suit him, you think, but it’s nice. The scent is generic and sporty but Rin Itoshi himself is nothing close to generic.

Though it doesn’t matter, ultimately, not when it’s flooding your senses and drowning your mind.

“You’ve gotten so big…” he sighs, placing a hand on your hip. He smirks at how you shudder from his touch on your bare skin. Your watery eyes make his heart swell, unable to believe how trusting you are. You don’t stop him when his hand smooths over the curve of your ass and fingers dip under your skirt, though you’re trembling. Thick fingers prod at your panties and a tiny mewl escapes your lips. A condescending chuckle leaves him as you uncross your legs, widening them to give him better access. “Your panties are soaked. I knew you wanted me…”

You grab his wrist, urging him to stop when you remember the bedroom door is still wide open. It doesn’t deter him, though. His heavy fingers still press against the material covering your cute little cunt, his bulge growing tenfold when he pushes by your puffy lips to tease your throbbing clit.

“Don’t act coy, now. I know you want this, you opened your legs for nii-chan to play with you.”

“We can’t.” you whisper, biting your lip in a feeble attempt to stifle yourself. “Not l-like this! Not when they’re home… please nii-chan.” you beg, though it’s fruitless. Your eyes flutter closed as his head sinks, his lips meeting your neck to kiss you delicately.

You barely have the energy to fight when he encourages you to hook your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bed, mumbles of protest leave you but you don’t dare make too much noise and draw attention.

“Has to be now, princess.” he tells you. “Don’t know when we’ll get a better chance.” he continues.

You’re trapped beneath him, making a point of looking away from him as he humps against you pathetically. And you want him, of course you want him, but the risk is too high. He’s lost all sense, instead thinking with his cock rather than his brain. But you’re not too far gone yet. You can put a stop to this.

It needs to stop.

“Why are you being like this?” he wonders as he pulls out his length, jerking it slowly all the while still humping the tip against your clothed, wet panties. “I have to do this… little sister. I have to know how tight you are around me.”

“Another time, please! What if we get caught? P-Please stop, you’re smarter than this!” you beg once again, the request falling on deaf ears. You gulp as you feel his fingers hook under the gusset of your panties, moving the material into the crease of your thigh. Your voice breaks, a whiny moan following as he presses his tip into your sticky cunt. The stretch is heavenly, and you can barely catch your breath. His glimmering green eyes staring down at you as he inches further and further into your welcoming warmth makes you feel humiliated. You don’t want this, but fucking hell, you really do. “Aaah~!” you sob.

His palm flies to your mouth, the pressure almost suffocating as lust blown eyes turn impatient.

“Shut the fuck up,” he whispers, still bullying his cock into you. “Gotta be quiet, don’t want our parents to see what a little slut you are for nii-chan, yeah?” he warns you.

You don’t know what to do with yourself. You aren’t sure where to put your hands. They grip into the duvet below before you begin pulling at his shirt. He doesn’t have the patience to take it off, though, not when you’re sucking him in and squeezing around him like a fucking virgin. Are you? He doesn’t want to know. His head dips as your nails begin to claw up his back, marking your territory unintentionally.

He moves his leg, hooking his ankle around yours to keep your thigh pinned in place and open wide. You feel him hold your other ankle briefly, kissing it softly before he moves his hand under the bend of your knee. Your eyes cross as he pushes your leg until your opened up for him like a blooming flower. The new angle is monstrous, his thick, intimidating length reaching depths you didn’t even know existed.

He groans as he watches tears roll out of your innocent eyes. Those trusting eyes that didn’t think your nii-chan could be capable of something so salacious. He’s sure he won’t last long. Not when your clamping around him like this and looking at him with those pathetically wet eyes. You’re mumbling something beneath his dampening palm, but he isn’t stupid enough to free your airways and risk you crying out needily for your dear nii-chan.

You panic as you feel him withdraw his length, though deep down you know it’s for the best. But your eyes roll over white as you feel him stab it in again.

“Pretty little sister… want you to cream this cock for me…” he announces, repeating the motion again and again as he basks in the way you can barely look at him in your ecstasy. He can’t take his eyes off you, though. He doubts he’s ever seen a more beautiful sight. “I’m gonna cum inside, princess. I belong inside, yeah?”

You shake your head, his words stirring in your mind and bringing your senses back once more. Oh God, he can’t. You’re on the pill, all should be fine if he does cum inside but it’s so damn wrong.

“Did you just say no to your nii-chan? I don’t like that answer.” he replies, his hips picking up the pace again. His body shimmers with a sheen of sweat, and his breathless pants become heavier. “You should be begging me for my cum. I’m sure you didn’t mean it, don’t worry, I’ll give it to you.” he continues. Each thrust of his hips is deep and powerful and you’re sure your inner thighs might be developing bruises.

You whimper, again, knowing you can’t do anything to change his mind.

“Your pussy is so cute… think your clit needs some attention, though. Touch yourself for me, let me watch.” he requests. “Go on… she’s so swollen.”

It’s like being hypnotised. Your dominant hand flies to your cunt and begins to rub your needy clit. And it’s minimal, after barely any touching at all and you’re creaming for your beloved nii-chan. The sight is too much for your brother and the way your walls squeeze him for all he’s worth are an additional lure into his release. His own eyes turn white briefly before he looks down at where you’re joined. Your combined coupling forming a beautiful white ring around the base of his cock with every shallow impale.

“F-Fuck… don’t wanna pull out.” he tells you, finally uncovering your mouth to kiss your lips intimately.

You’re speechless. You aren’t surprised your brother is so experienced or so filthy with his words. Not when he’s travels and fucks girls around the world. But how are you meant to be without him now? When he goes away again… how will you stand it? His cock is made for you, of that, you’re sure. But you doubt he’ll keep it in his pants for your benefit.

Fuck, this was a mistake.

“Dinner’s ready!” your mother calls up the stairs, your nii-chan’s hand instinctively flies to your mouth and he shushes you before chuckling again.

You cry desperately as he withdraws his softening length from your twitching hole. But neediness turns to discomfort as you feel your brothers fingers move the gusset of your panties back into place. It’s so wet and sticky and gross, your face distorts at the unpleasant feeling.

“Come on, don’t want to be late, do we?”

© 2023 rinitxshi

[billsbabydoll]

“𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝒻𝒾𝓍𝒶𝒷𝓁ℯ, 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓁𝒹.”

contains:HARSH ANGST+SMUT<3

summary:finally getting sick of bills toxicity and instability, i packed up all of my belongings and planned to “leave him” as i stupidly told myself, only to find myself easily falling back into his same hypnotizing trap.

WARNINGS:abusive relationship, fighting, arguing, manipulation (I DO NOT CONDONE ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS in this story, this story is ONLY for entertainment purposes!!!), very narcissistic and misogynistic bill, hard-dom!bill, dumb-sub!reader, p in v (against the wall), degrading, pet-names, LIGHT choking, heavy breeding kink.

notes:as someone who has experienced theses types of situations firsthand, if you ever do find yourself in these kinds of circumstances please take the initial steps to get yourself out that relationship immediately, youll be fine i promise love ya!

HEAVY THEMES AHEAD!

“yeah go fucking cry about it you sensitive bitch, get the fuck outta’ my face!”bill loudly shouted at me from the living room as i ran and locked myself into our shared bedroom, tears streaming profusely down my cheeks, as i tumbled onto the bed and proceeded to curl myself up into a small pathetic ball.

im tired of living like this, being so isolated, feeling so trapped, being so mentally and physically drained, having to constantly walk around eggshells around him.

me and bills relationship was a perfect fairytale in the beginning, but quickly came burning down in flames and burnt down to pure ashes at his rage.his anger completely undoing every single precious thing he ever once said to me.

every “i love you.” or “i cant wait to start a life with you.” was once a simple loving string of words now being dangled high above over my head as a reminder of his broken promises.

i still cling onto that small glimmer of hope that he could change some-day, that he could love me again, or that he could simply hold me without hurting me.

i lay in my own pity for a long grueling hour before i decide to slowly unraveled myself from my position, gently getting up from the bed, wiping the tears from my eyes telling myself,

“i need to leave,

right now.”

i kick into full panic mode and immediately start changing into a dark colored tracksuit and a comfortable pair of sneakers, then i rummage through our closet grabbing random handfuls of my belongings stuffing my suitcase to the brim.

i quietly creak the bedroom door open and make my way through the dark hallway, my luggage in one hand as i try to rush towards the front door.

“going somewhere babe?”he eerily questioned, his evil presence immediately sending cold chills down my spine.

“i-i-uhm..”i mumbled trying to find some kind of explanation but it was if something was struck in my throat, i looked like a child who just got caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

“im leaving!”i managed to spit out, slowly turning to face him.

“oh your leaving?”he responded in a cartoonish voice mocking my own,chuckling manically at my response.

he crosses his arms over his chest as he cockily looks me up and down, he then quickly steps forward grabbing me by my chin with his right hand, yanking a fistful of my hair with his left.

“cant you see THIS is the life i promised you honey?you know no-ones ever gonna buy you all those pretty dresses you like wearing f’me, provide for you like i do, or keep a GODDAMN roof over your head like i do!”

what he was saying was true, without him i wouldnt have a single penny to my name. he took care of every expense, he even had me on a monthly allowance but he didnt do anything of it out of the goodness of his heart he rather used it to his advantage knowing hed always win.

“i know i know but, i-im tired of you being like this bill, im sick of it!i swear ill give it all back if thats what you really want!”i nervously murmured, his grip on my chin and hair tightening.

“your such an ungrateful brat, you dont even deserve to be breathing the same air as me, i shouldve just throw you out months ago like the trashy bitch you are.”

he yelled into my face before slamming me against the wall letting go of some of his grip on me as he pulled down his pants and boxers along with my sweatpants and panties.

“you wanna be treated like a worthless whore ill fucking treat you like one then.“

he wrapped one of his arms strongly around my neck keeping me in place, as he teased his cock in between my slicks folds, causing me to softly whimper.

“aww…look at you poor baby, you just wanted some attention huh, want me to fuck you isnt that right?”he purred squeezing my neck firmly in his arm, sliding his length harshyinside my walls.

though i hated to admit it, it truly turned me on how possessive and upset he got when i tried leaving it showed me he still sort-of cared.the fact he still had enough respect to still fuck me was enough to have me eating right out of his palm, anytime he showed me the slightest bit of affection it casted his spell over me all over again.

he continued thrusting his full length inside my cunt, beginning to aggressively pound away, my head banging against the cold wall.

“ugh-i shouldnt even be mmhtouching you right now ungrateful bitch!”he shouted, his free hand slapping my ass sure enough to leave hand prints the next morning.

“f-fuck fuck, im ughh-yours baby!”i moaned out, tears beginning to spill from my eyes, his tip kissing my cervix perfectly.

“das ist r-richtig, mhm!du gehst verdammt noch mal nirgendwo hin(thats right, your not going fucking anywhere),

gonna fill you all up, hopefully y-you get pregnant that way your ugh-stuck with me!”

the sound of our moans combined with the banging on the wall echoing throughout the house, the faint tv not even being enough to cover his disgusting insults and my foul cries.

“b-bill ugh please i c-cant!”

“take my f-fucking cock mm-my little cum slut!”

his hips bucking into mine at an animalistic pace as he urgently chases his release, my walls deliciously clenching around his girth, sending him immediately over the edge.

“scheibe scheibe scheibe(shit shit shit!)”he yelled out suddenly fucking his cock deeper inside my sweet walls, ropes of his seed oozing deep inside my pussy.

“ich w-werde ganz in dir abspritzen du mmh-dumme s-schlampe, ich werde dich mit meinem verdammten baby schwängern(im gonna cum all inside you, stupid slut, im gonna get you pregnant with my baby!)”he adds breeding his cum inside me with a few final thrusts, pulling his length out of me with a loud pop.

bill then releases me from his arm allowing me to slam down onto the floor, pulling his pants up smugly as he knelt down to my level.

“next time im beating the fuck outta’ this was me playing nice, understood? now go make me some dinner before you piss me off again.”

i nod my head instantly at his demands, rubbing the side of my cheek that hit the ground.

“such a good little girl, i love you.” he praised grinning widely down at me before getting back up and walking away from me.

“i love you too.”

and the cycle continues.

THE END.

[isofien]

cockwarming.

CONTENT WARNING: female reader, nsfw, p in v, unprotected sex, cockwarming

it was 3am, your needy needy boy watched his girl play competitively in valorant. watching as you played his own agent as you sat directly on top of his cock.

everytime you moved to get comfortable, he whined.

“baby.. fuck.. i cant think like this.. this is torture.”

he whined, directly in your ears as you moved and shifted to get more comfortable. he was so horny, he couldn’t even think.

all he thought was to wait for you finish your game and finally get you back for all the torture you put him in by cockwarming him.

9-3. great.

he whimpered as he felt his girl bounce slightly from excitement, hearing him and yours whimpering. you had just clutched up a round.

“fuck.. good girl..”

he whispered and whimpered into your ears. his head resting on your shoulder as he whines in one ear. after what felt like ages, you finally won his game. his hands finding the way to your waist.

he smirked as he slowly moved your hips to make his cock move inside you as he made sensually kissed and made hickeys on his neck. making you whine out.

“yuyu.. stop teasing..”

“oh.. my girl thinks she wont get a little payback for making me wait..”

he whispered as he kissed your jawline. slowly pushing your head against your desk as you were now bent over on your desk as he grabbed your waist more tightly.

“..be a good girl for me.. okay..?”

he said, grabbing your hair into a ponytail, gently pulling your head back. as you nod. his cock head slowly pulling out of your walls as his cock tip rubbed against your wet entrance.

“..yuyu.. please..” you whine before his cock slammed into you impatiently as you moan. you were in for a long night.

[luna0713hunter]

Wonder If She Loves Me

⊰⊹its 3 in the morning and Izana misses you.

˙❥˙ warnings : breakup,makeup, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending

♫♪ music : Wonder if she loves me By JVKE

a/n : maybe this got too angst...oops? Hope you enjoy it tho, darling @milky-aeons

It's 3 in the morning and Izana can't sleep.

He's been staring at his ceiling for the past 2 hours or so (honestly he has lost the track of time),and something interesting about the cracks on the walls has his eyes wondering over to them every five minutes. his throat is slightly aching, but he cant really bring himself to get up and have a glass of water;so he just lays there,with his violet eyes wide open and his hands clamps over his chest. Usually,on these kind of nights,he would busy himself scrolling through his phone.

Not tonight though.

It's been a whole week since Izana had checked his phone; he's sure it's death already,but that's for the best. He doesn't need to look at his phone because there are only pictures of you greeting him.

He doesn't need a reminder of you.

But as time goes by,and the clock keeps ticking,Izana lets out a loud groan and pulls his pillow from under his head,and pushes it against his face;he desperately tries to stop himself from reaching out for his phone. To unlock it and find your contact.

To push a single button and call you, but he cant.

Because Izana is too much of a burden,and he knows that you deserve way better. You,who has the heart of gold,smile brighter than the sun,and gods above,your eyes-

Izana misses you. But he can't do anything about it;after all,he was the one who pushed you away. He was the one who suggested you two take a break. And like a coward he is,he just holed up inside his house for a week,not bothering to go outside or talk to anyone. But as each minute goes by, Izana's eye twitches more-

He reaches over and takes his phone.

Its dead,as expected;and he has to wait until the screen is lightened up again when he plugs it in. There are lots of missed calls and texts from his friends,and its a wonder that none of them have brought the door down already. They probably know he's not in the mood and just let him be for awhile. As Izana's scrolling down his texts,his phone vibrates in his hands and upon seeing the ID,he answers it with a sigh.

"What is it,Kakucho-"

"You have some balls to talk like that,Izana. I was about to grab an axe from the storage and knock your door down." Kakucho sounds mad. Izana doesnt understands why, "you've been ignoring our calls and texts all week. You've had all of us worried sick!we didn't know if you were death or alive or-"

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why have you been worried?"

There's silence on the other side,and the Kakucho sighs. Izana can particularly see him pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut.

"Stop with that. You know we..." Another pause. "..care about you." Kakucho finishes awkwardly.

And Izana doesnt get that; because all his life,no one's ever cared about him. Not when his own mother abounded him. Not when his older brother died and left him all alone.

And there's you.

Izana didn't know he loved you well pasted your friendship. He always though its just a friendship thing;like how he doesn't mind having Kakucho around. But as time passed by,he understood he didn't just like having you around;he wanted you all to himself. He wanted to call you his;to hold your hand and hear your sweet laughter. To be the reason for your every smile,and protect you just like how he always wished to be protected.

But now you're gone,and its his fault.

"Is this about y/n?" His friend's voice brings him back to the reality.

Because Kakucho could always read him like an open book.

So he rolls over,and lays on his side;his eyes have long adjusted to the darkness,and the faint light coming from the clock on his bedside has him staring at the staring at the small picture frame that's sitted upon it;a picture of you when he had taken you on a ride for the first time. You're grinning so brightly in the picture; your hair is slightly tousled and your cheeks are flushed. The sky is sunny behind you,but your smile is brighter than any star. He stares at the picture until its craved on his mind,and when he closes his eyes,he can see your face behind his eyelids.

"Izana..." Kakucho's voice is softer this time, "call her. You know she loves you."

"I was the one who suggested this. I broke her heart."

"She understands."

"She deserves better." And at last,after a week long of staring aimlessly at the pictures on the wall,Izana finally grits out the thought that hunted his every waking moment and sleep.

Because it was true;you deserved someone better.

That's why Izana did this;why he broke your heart. Why he invited you over to your favorite cafe and when you were laughing about something silly that your friends did,he blurted out those words.

"Let's break up."

And he had given himself a moment to admire you one last time;to see how your face had crumbled,and your pretty smile had suddenly vanished completely. He waited and felt that sickening twisted in his heart;like a knife had dug itself deep in his chest. But he was sure a knife wound would've hurt less than the defeated look on your face.

He hadn't waited for you to ask why; because he couldn't tell you the reason. He couldn't bring himself to tell you how much you mean to him, but you deserve someone who's not so broken and obsessed with revenge.

So Izana had left;had rode home, feeling absolutely nothing. He had turned off his phone,and buried himself under his covers.

It's 3:15 am,and gods above,he misses you.

As if sensing his every thought, Kakucho breaks the heavy silence.

"Call her,Izana." And with that,he hangs up.

Izana listens to the silence before opening his eyes once again. He stares at the too bright screen of his phone,but he's just lost in the picture of the two of you as his wallpaper. The smiling face of his own face feels alien,but your blinding one is all too familiar.

The picture is months old,his favorite one yet,but it feels like he'd taken it yesterday.

The day he'd asked you to be his girlfriend,he had promised you he'll always protect you. You had laughed,called him your hero with a cheeky grin,and kissed him softly.

He had promised you to be a better man in his heart,but he was always good at breaking his promises.

But now,as he stares at your contact,and the clock shows 3:30 am,his finger hovers over the 'call' button;he knows you're sleeping. You dont have any reason to dwell over someone like him. Because he's a rotten soul,and he knows it fully well. But he can hear your voice telling him he's wrong;that you love him no matter what. He can see you frown,your beautiful eyes shining sadly as you cup his cheeks and kiss his forehead.

He can still feel the ghost of your lips on his skin.

Izana sighs and closes his eyes;he drops the phone on the mattress beside his head,the screen laying down. Like this,he can't see your smile on on his phone. Like this,blinded by the light of his phone,he can't momentarily see the picture frame on his bedside.

Like this,he can pretend you never existed;that he was all alone since day one.

But that's impossible. Stupid even; because the day you entered his life with your smile and understanding eyes,Izana hasn't been alone ever since. And now that you're gone, there's a hole in his heart;right in the middle of it where you belonged. No, that's not right.

There's a hole where his heart used to be,and the day he left you in that cafe,he clawed his heart out and left it with you there.

There's a hole in izana's chest that he knows will never be filled.

His room is quiet, eerily so. So when his phone starts vibrating right next to his face,his eyes snap open.

He's ready to tell Kakucho off;that he doesn't need to call you and ruin your life any further. He's ready to yell at his only friend,and then shut off his phone and never turn it back on again.

But when he turns his phone over and is ready to press the 'answer',he sees the ID.

Your name, along with the heart emojis you'd insisted he put beside it,makes him stare at the too bright screen until his eyes are burning.

Its almost 4 in the morning. There's no way you're calling him.

Maybe its just a dream;he hasn't slept well these past few days,always tossing and turning until the dawn. Maybe he'd fallen asleep the minute Kakucho had hang up. He's sure he's dreaming, because you're supposed to forget all about him;to move on with your life and forget someone as rotten as him.

Izana's sure he's dreaming.

He presses the 'answer' button.

There's a moment where neither of you say anything;he can hear the sound of your trembling breathing,and he closes his eyes. It must be a dream;his worst nightmares. That you always call,but doesn't say anything and he has to suffer through it knowing you will never talk to him ever again.

"... Izana?"

His eyes snap open.

"Iza...?are you there?"

And Izana doesn't know what to say; this isnt like any dream or nightmare he ever had. Usually, in his dreams,he watches you suffer because of his selfishness;cryin, bleeding.

Dying.

But now,as he hears your soft and gentle voice (always so caring with him),he knows he's not dreaming.

That its 3:47 am,and you've actually called him.

"Yeah," he chokes out, "yeah, I'm here."

At that,you let a shaky exhale and grow quiet.

"I-... I'm sorry I called at this hour.you were probably sleeping."

"I wasn't."

"You.. weren't?"

Izana laughs breathlessly. Bitterly.

"No,i wasn't." His fingers play with a loose thread on his sheet, "why..."

"I never got the chance to ask why, Iza." Your voice sounds broken,hurt. Izana wants to rip his heart out;maybe bleeding hurt less than hearing your broken tone, "was it...was it something i did?i wasn't good enough?"

And gods above,he was never so tempted to kill himself in his whole damn life.

Because,how even for a second did you think that you were the problem?

That you were anything but perfect?

"No baby, no" and Izana hates how his voice shakes; his body trembling because he doesn't have the right to act this way when he was the one who broke your heart, "it was never you. How could you think that?"

"But you left," Izana squeezes his eyes when your first sob comes out, "and didn't even tell me why."

And this is his punishment,Izana thinks;to listen to your muffled sobs at 4 in the morning and not being able to reach out. To comfort you,to hold you close and tell you how sorry he is.

Because Izana is a rotten, rotten man. He doesn't deserve someone like you.

"Iza," you say between your sobs, "its been a week and you didn't call. Kakucho-kun said he couldn't get a hold of you. I was worried sick!" When your voice cracks, Izana clenches his fist so tight his knuckles turn white.

Even after a whole week of suddenly breaking up with you and not even bothering to tell you why,you still worry about someone like him.

"Babe, listen to me." His voice is calm,if not slightly shaky, "nothing was ever your fault,i just..."

"Then why?"

You sound so small. Izana can see you burying your face in your pillow;your tears already soaking through the sheets.

"Because," he chokes slightly;voice cracking, "babe...i..."

He takes a deep breath.

"You deserve so much,much better.i couldn't have done that to you."

You're quiet. You don't even breath.

Izana shuts his eyes and sighs.

"Y/n...baby doll,you were everything to me;my whole life,my only reason for living. But..." And Izana doesn't cry,he doesnt. But his eyes burn and his throat is closing up, "but i had to let you go."

"So you gave up on me. On us?"

"I never gave up on you. But i couldn't -"

"Iza," you softly cut him off, because that's all you've ever been with him;too gentle,too caring, "the things that's going on in your head,i cant stop them. But babe...i love you so much."

"I'm broken."

"No one's perfect,darling." You tell him. Ever so patient, "broken or not, you're still my Izana. And i..." He can feel you biting your lips, "still love you too much to let you go.."

And for the first time in the entire week,he thinks he can breath a little better.

"I love you too." He whispers,eyes glued to your pictures frame.

"Then..lets try again?" There's a hesitation in your voice,a slight quiver. "This time,no hiding secrets though,alright?"

And Izana smiles,for the first time in forever and nods.

"Deal." Then he glances at his digital clock, "can i...come over?"

"Its 4:15 am,babe." You sound surprised;like he hasn't done this before. Izana rolls his eyes, "dont you wanna sleep?"

"I cant sleep without you in my arms. Please?"

And when you giggle, although voice slightly hoarse from all the crying,his grin widens more.

"I take that as a yes." But even before saying that, he's already grabbing his jacket and keys,and rushing out the door toward his motorcycle.

"Be careful!!"

And your laughter,makes him let out a laughter on his own;how could he ever,even for a second,think he could let you go?

Oh,he has a lot to makeup for.

[sofs16]

let you break my heart again —5

sof speaks ! i’m alive.

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yn.yln Sometimes things just work out 🧡

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ynslover MOM’S FIRST DAY!! ❤️‍🩹

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kylie_yln ❤️❤️❤️

user1 ORANGE FOR PAPAYA? ⤷ yn.yln I am not biased ⤷ landonorris Sureee

user27 what the fuck

march 26, 2018

liked by 372,373 others charles_leclerc Ciao Melbourne ! P13 today in the race. Very happy about our first race of the season, and had a lot of fun with the 3 overtakes on track. Huge amount learnt and we maxed out what we had this week-end. Can't wait for Bahrain to keep improving in the same way! p.s. second photo was my first race❤️

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user1 IS THAT YN YLN IN THE 2ND PIC AT THE SIDE?

it had been 17 out of the 21 races that season and surprisingly, no interactions between you and charles.

the japanese grand prix changed that. charles, frustrated with his dnf, saw you in the paddock and a small smile started to form at the comfort you brought. he walked your way but halted when he heard two male voices, ones you could clearly hear yourself.

“she’s nothing but a slut, she doesn’t deserve to be a presenter” one laughed, glancing your way as you fiddled with your paddock pass and minded your own business. “yn probably slept her way here, pretty face tough” charles was already fuming “pretty is an understatement; she looks like one of those por-“ charles spun the man around, landed a punch on him. a little dramatic on his end, but he couldn’t contain the anger and disgust from the words he was hearing.

the other guy grabbed charles by the shirt and landed a good punch, his ring making a cut in his forehead.

you turned around with a gasp, sparing no time to get charles away. this could go worse if he stayed there. you grabbed his hand and dragged him to his driver’s room, turning back to see the reporter already cursing profanities very loudly to everyone.

charles gave you directions in to his driver’s room in alfa romeo, ignoring the looks they were both getting in the garage. a tv reporter dragging their rookie driver, who had a bruise forming, by the colar.

after getting the first aid kit, you got him sat down on a chair. charles was mustering up the words to say; he hadn’t exactly planned this to be the scenario where he’d first talk to you. “it’s your rookie year and you got into a fight because of me” you spoke first, inspecting the damage and grabbing a pack of ointment “yes” he replied simply, rubbing his fist softly.

“you cant do that charles” you scolded, grabbing one of the cold coca-cola cans and placing it against his fist. an all too familiar bracelet hanging just above his hand. “i did it for you, no one should say those things about you” your moves flattered “it’s not the first time” you chuckled, licking your lips.

“it shouldn’t be” you held the ice bag to his forehead and looked at him properly. you wouldn’t and couldn’t do this again. he stared at your necklace that spilled out from your blouse. the same necklace he had given you all those years ago.

you followed his eyes and stepped away, tucking the necklace back inside your shirt. you cleared you throat “don’t do this again. if you break your hand…” you paused and scrunched your face at the thought “you wont be able to drive, charles” you sighed heavily and he just continued staring at you “i’m going to get a clinic here.” and the door shut, leaving charles with a tight chest, wishing he said more.

— texts with gigi

october 7, 2018

gigi🪬🤍🫧

damn

Is it true Charlie boo got a 10 grid penalty for punching that reporter?

ynn 🎧🎀⭐️

unfortunately

gigi🪬🤍🫧

why unfortunately

ynn 🎧🎀⭐️

because now i feel like i owe him something and he got hurt, got a cut

gigi🪬🤍🫧

it’s not like you asked him to punch, right?

RIGHT?

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

YEAH I WOULDNT ASK HIM????

sometimes I contemplate going back to vogue. they told me if i stayed a little longer i’d secure a job.. forever…

gigi🪬🤍🫧

aren’t you happier there

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

yeah but this is all because of him. f1 is like.. him. i know the more time we spend together all the moving on i did will wash away

gigi🪬🤍🫧

is he single?

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

GIGI

gigi🪬🤍🫧

WHAT

It doesnt hurt to ask 😜

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

I think he is..

But it doesn't matter. He doesn't like me like that and I need to accept that.

gigi🪬🤍🫧

Did he message you after you left?

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

Good question…. I maybe changed my number..

gigi🪬🤍🫧

🫥

october 23, 2018

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

Oh

gigi🪬🤍🫧

WHAT THE FUCK

IS THAT FROM??

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

Yes. 😭

gigi🪬🤍🫧

he does have moves 😎

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

This isn’t funny, Gigi!!!!! What do I dooooooooooo

gigi🪬🤍🫧

IS THERE A CARD?

IF YEAH WHAT DOES IT SAY

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

“loving you is never a mistake. never let anyone make you think that. you are perfect either way :)”

Has significance by the way

gigi🪬🤍🫧

Righttt. The letter you left him. I say send him flowers back

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

He just followed me on Instagram again

gigi🪬🤍🫧

i say follow him back

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user1 charles in the likes????

user2 charles throwing a punch for her😭😭😭😭

user3 are charles and yn dating

landonorris you’ve got something on your face

⤷ yn.yln thanks! it’s my beauty ❤️

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f1gossipb okay but HEAR ME OUT! view all 273 comments l4ndolov3r “i mean you’re not wrong” 😭😊 SORRY YNCHARLES, I SAY YNLANDO

october 8, 2018

MON, OCTOBER 8, 2018

charles_leclerc

Hello, Yn 👋 Just wanted to ask if you received the flowers I sent you.

yn.yln

Hi, Charles :)

I did get the flowers… I’m sorry, I was going to thank you, but I got busy.

You really didn’t need to get me them or anything

I should be the one sending you something for the trouble you got in

Sorry for the penalty you got…

Thank you for the card by the way

I really appreciate it

sorry for the spam… good night

TUES, OCTOBER 9, 2018

charles_leclerc

Don’t apologize for the spam of messages, I like it. Nor the penalty, I would do it again without a second thought.

Not get the penalty! I meant punching that reporter who talked about you.

And I’m glad you got the flowers and card; I really mean what I put there. I missed you.

yn.yln

I missed you too

charles_leclerc

Would you like to go to this Harry Potter exhibition with me this Thursday?

I know you like those movies

yn.yln

I’m a little busy, Charles. Maybe next time?

charles_leclerc

Of course:) See you tomorrow

[stevie-petey]

don't be shy, give us a blurb of season 1 where joyce berates jon after his & bug's fight :D

ooooh this is basically a deleted scene in my mind so thank you <3

enjoy !

"i'll go make some breakfast." jonathan needs to leave wills room. he isnt sure how long his mom has been in there staring at the lights, but he hadnt slept last night and hes exhausted and wills room has become a shadow of what it once was.

he misses wills laughter that once filled the room.

now he talks his mom down from panic attacks in wills room after spending a sleepless night wrecked with guilt for what hes said to you.

"jonathan, wait." joyce pulls gently at his arm to stop him from leaving. she wipes her eyes, sniffles. "sweetie, i-i dont want to overstep, but... i heard you last night."

"heard what?" jonathan doesnt understand what his mom is trying to say. is she still manic? is she really losing her mind like the cops all say?

joyce takes a deep breath. "i heard you and y/n last night. i... i heard what you said to her."

jonathans heart stops. he tenses, his body suddenly becomes cold. deep, bone crushing guilt settles harshly upon him.

"you were... awful to her."

he cant breathe air into his lungs. his head pounds. his hands shake.

"jonathan, honey-i know that things are-are difficult right now and i know maybe, i dont know... i know i havent been there for you but y/n has." joyce rubs the palm of her hands on her pants. "you cant push her away. not now."

jonathan needed his mom the day will disappeared. he needed her when the cops showed up at their door with his bike. he needed his mom when he made missing posters for his little brother.

among the guilt crawls the anger. the resentment. why is she doing this?

"im not pushing y/n away-"

"you told her she wasnt family."

"mom, i-can we please, just drop it. okay? lets-lets focus on will and i'll make breakfast and-"

joyce grabs his hand. its the first time shes comforted him since will went missing. he shudders at her touch. her hands are warm, soft, worn from years of taking care of him and his brother all alone. "apologize to her. she'll understand."

"but what if she doesnt?" and there, underneath the guilt and anger and resentment, lies jonathans fear that hes lost his best friend.

"she will, sweetheart. y/n... shes too good. for both of us." jonathan manages a weak laugh, and joyce smiles softly. "ive never seen a friendship like yours."

jonathan knows his mom is right. hes ashamed of himself. the words he said to you last night paint his skin in heavy hues of embarrassment and remorse. you didnt deserve them. he had been lost in his own shame for the photos of nancy.

he doesnt like who hes becoming, with all this anger in him.

"the two of you will figure it out." joyce kisses the top of jonathans head. "you always do."

but things have changed. jonathan now knows what failure feels like. he knows that he cant protect the ones he loves. it burns his skin.

and burns always fester.

[imaginesforeveryone]

I’m Sorry, John

Pairing: John Shelby x Y/N Warning: Angst, sadness, mention of death, mention of child death, comforting Summary: John has been the love of your life since he got back from war. You and him have been through it with each other. With all the kids, with all the crazy shit that went on in the Shelby family, but you didn’t know if this was something you and John could make it through.

Sitting in the already closed Garrison, you gulped down your glass of whiskey, slamming on the table. Sitting in the Peaky booth by yourself as you did when you were sad most times. But this time was different. Was much worse of a sadness you had inside of you. Laying your head on the table in front of you.

“Ugh..” You let out not being able to gather you’re thoughts no matter how hard you tried. Holding your stomach as if you were trying to protect it from bad. But you knew, there wasn’t anything there to protect. Not anymore that is. 

“Y/N.” You heard a familiar voice outside in the main room of the Garrison. Taking a deep breath and hoping he didn’t walk in here.

“Y/n.” He said again opening the door. Rolling your eyes, in annoyance as to the fact that he found you. 

“Baby. Where have you been?” John said coming into the room. You head still down on the table you lifted the empty bottle of whiskey and shaking it in front of him. He took it from your hand and set it back on the table.

“Talk to me love. What’s going on?’ He asked trying to pull your head up to look at him. But you just did it on your own. Looking at him through puffy eyes as if you had been crying for 3 days straight. 

"Y/N tell me what happened. Now.” He demanded. 

“You know what John. No, I’m not afraid of you. Don’t use that fucking tone with me. I’m not one of your Peaky soldiers you can’t just scare into submission.” You said stood up wobbly but quickly catching yourself and the other bottle you hadn’t opened yet and pushing passed him. 

“No Y/N you aren’t, but you are my wife. All I try to do is protect your and keep you out of harms way as best as I can, and this is how you’re going to treat me?” He said pulling you back to look at him. 

“You see John there is one thing you cant protect me from. You want to know what?” You asked getting closer to his face. 

“What?” He asked rolling his eyes down at you. 

“Myself.” You said opening the new bottle of whiskey and take a big swig of it. 

“What the fuck does that even mean Y/N? There are plenty doctors out there that can like talk to you, and get all the bad shit out of your head.” He said confused as to what was going on with you. You looked up at him and just let out a breathy laugh and falling to the ground. Letting out a long cry was all you could say to him. 

“Baby please talk to me.” John said sitting on the ground near you pushing the messy tear filled hair strands that laid on your cheek behind your ears.

“A therapist cant bring our baby back John.” You cried out sobbing even harder than before. 

“God dammit.” He breathed out grabbing you instantly pulling you into his lap and setting the bottle of whiskey on the table above you. Scooting you two back so he could lean against the door.

“Sh. Sh. Sh. It’s okay love.” He said rocking you back and forth and rubbing small circle on your back. 

“Are you upset with me?” You asked him out of fear that he was upset you couldn’t cary his child like his ex did with all the rest. 

“Absolutely not love. I never could be mad at you. But why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant in the first place?” He asked you. 

“I don’t know. I just had this feeling that I had to wait to tell you. I was going to do it at the foundation party. But, now I know why my brain told me not to tell you. The gods had a different plan.” You sobbed out to him. 

“Sh babygirl. Just relax.” He said rocking you still and holding you tight. 

“As hard as it is right now. It will fix itself in time love. We have quite sometime to be able to get a baby inside of you. I know how badly you wanted give birth to your own child. But I also know how much you love the kids, like you birthed them yourself. But listen we will keep trying. It will happen I have hope in us.” He said softly to you and kissing you on top of your head.

“We got this love.” He breathed out to you. 

“I’m sorry John. I love you so much.” You whispered back to him.

[r0tt3n-corpse]

(Could u make the reader female?) Could you like make a story about dib being a nerdy guy who was considered the weird kid in hi-skool and reader is like one of the popular kids. Dib is friends with reader brother. he goes over to his friends house but then realizes that his friend is the brother of the reader, and now he becomes best friends with the readers' brother and he cant believe believe that he's at the house of the popular girl. But then he somehow got left alone with the reader in the kitchen, and they flirt with each other. Maybe have a kiss? 👀💓✨️ Thank you 🫶

Here have this ice cream! :3 🍦

I love this request! Sorry if it’s a little out of character (and long 💀)

Fandom: Invader Zim

Warnings: None!

Popular female reader x Dib Membrane

Y/n sat up straighter in her spot at the lunch table as she and her friends all spoke about the latest drama. The lunch room was loud, it always was, and Y/n and her friends didn’t particularly help. It wasn’t like it was her fault that she got louder when excited, this was the only period she had with some of her friends!

“Y/n!” A familiar voice called, and Y/n turned to see non other than M/n (M/n just means male name btw, for the people who might not have brothers). Y/n excused herself to her friends and stood up, walking to where M/n was sitting with his own friends.

“Y/n, dude, the lunch lady was totally eyeing your table. You gotta be more quiet before you get a lunch detention.” M/n half joked as Y/n made herself comfortable in the lunch seat table next to him. Y/n rolled her eyes. It was true, though. The teachers had been handing out detentions like candy ever since some new school rule was placed.

“I’m not worried. Besides, what’s one lunch detention? You’ve had, like, five actual ones.” Y/n shot back with a laugh, M/n dismissing the comment with a shake of his head.

A black haired boy sat down across from M/n, startling Y/n slightly. The boy adjusted his glasses as he lifted his head, seeming to notice Y/n. There was a noticeably awkward pause as the boy and her made eye contact. He was familiar. Someone she’d passed in the hall? A classmate? It was hard to remember where exactly she’d seen that face. Y/n could feel her face heating up, this was wayyy too awkward for her taste. Y/n quickly turned back to M/n, her words jumbled as she said something about seeing him when she got home before speed walking back to her normal table.

Time skip to at home lol

M/n busted into the house, tossing his bag to the ground near the door before walking up to where Y/n was seated contently on the couch.

“I got Dib coming over. Don’t make it awkward like you did at lunch.” M/n said, hands on his hips as he looked down at Y/n.

“Dib? Really? That was the kids name?” Y/n teased, chuckling before quickly adding, “I guess it’s better than M/n.” M/n frowned, grabbed his bag off the floor, and walked over the front window to wait for his friend.

Y/n wasn’t sure how long it took until someone rung the doorbell, she had truthfully forgotten someone was coming over. M/n had fled to his room a while ago, lying that he was going to clean it. Y/n lifted her head and looked back at M/n’s bedroom door. He must’ve not heard the door. She scoffed and got up off the couch, dragging herself to the front door.

Opening the door, it felt like Y/n was back at the lunch room again. Those big, widened eyes staring at her like she was some kind of alien. The boy, Dib as M/n had called him, seemed to shrink down slightly in her presence. She did the opposite, and straightened up.

“Hello! M/n’s in his room. I’ll get you something to drink.” Y/n said, making some type on excuse to get away from Dib and get her thoughts in order. Dib blinked and nodded along with her words, stepping inside and closing the front door before awkwardly following her to the kitchen. Y/n shoved her hand to the back of the fridge and felt around for a juice box she was sure she had hidden there. Sure enough, it seemed M/n hadn’t found it, and she pulled it out. She stared at the juice in her hand momentarily. No way she was going to give this loser the juice she’d been saving, what was she doing?

With reluctance, Y/n shut the fridge and slid the juice box across the counter in Dib’s direction. He took it with a muttered thanks. Truly a waste of a good juice.

Getting a better look at him, Dib didn’t look half bad. Y/n played with the hem on her shirt. He was cute. She’d admit it. Maybe not willingly, but nonetheless. His hair looked healthy for a teenage boy’s and framed his face nicely, and although he looked like a nerd with those glasses of his, he managed to look handsome too. He was the type of boy Y/n’s friends either picked on or wanted for their first kiss. First kiss. Most of Y/n’s friends had theirs by now. Y/n hadn’t, and by the looks of Dib, neither had he.

“I didn’t know you were friends with M/n.” Y/n said, mostly trying to fill in the silence as she waited for M/n to come and take away his friend. Truthfully, Y/n hadn’t even known Dib existed before today. Dib nodded slightly, putting the now empty juice box back on the counter.

“Uh, yeah. We met online and found out we went to the same high school and then… well, now we hang out.” He explained, adjusting his glasses. Y/n nodded to let him know she was paying attention. She wasn’t actually, but he didn’t need to know that. Y/n noticed Dib’s pale face beginning to redden at the same she realized she’d been staring.

“What’s wrong? Pretty girls make you nervous?” Y/n teased, giggling slightly. Ah, it felt nice to playfully tease someone again, all that awkwardness was starting to get to Y/n.

“Something like that..” Dib said, shifting slightly in his stance. Okay, now it just felt like flirting. Wait, was Y/n actually flirting?? She tried not to get too excited, but the thought of her getting her first kiss was heavy on her mind.

“Well maybe you should come here, I’m sure I look better up close.” Y/n said, taking a step towards Dib’s eyes widened slightly as if he was trying to figure out if she was serious. He slowly came closer. It was hard to tell whether or not he was actually as tall as Y/n, or if that was just him having bad posture. Either way, both Dib and Y/n were blushing at the close proximity.

Both Y/n and Dib were startled as they heard a door opening. Bad timing was typical for M/n. Dib turned slightly towards the noise and Y/n contemplated kissing him on the cheek, but then quickly decided that might be weird and stepped back. M/n entered the kitchen and saw Dib first, still blushing and frozen from the short lived moment. Y/n stepped around him and waved slightly to Dib from behind M/n’s back as she headed to her own room. Seemed her first kiss would have to wait.

(I’m pretty bad at writing people flirting but I also think it fits that they’re kinda awkward since they’re in high school)

[frozenpeazz]

Oh Daniel..

Pairing- Daniel Larusso x f! reader

Warning ⚠️- angst?, Fluff, blood, injury, swearing, Daniel Larusso and his dashing looks 😩😩

Daniel gets beat up by Johnny (again), and you patch him up <3

Y/n/n - Your nick-name

Its was around 8pm, you were sat on your bed reading a book when you heard a knock on your window. You panicked as you whipped your head round to stare at the glass, only to make out the shadow of your boyfriend. Daniel Larusso. Your sweet boy who you loved with your whole heart. You still felt the adrenaline from the scare he gave you as you got up and made your way to the window, sliding it open.

"Jeez Danny, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" You say helping him inside but the slight annoyance at his sudden arrival quickly wore off after seeing his crumpled frame and his body covered in dirt and blood. "Daniel! Oh my god what happened?!" You exclaimed as you draped his arm around your shoulder and wrapped your arm around his waist for support.

"Just Johnny kickin' my ass again. The usual." He chuckled slightly then wincing from the pain in his ribcage.

"Oh danny.. If those stupid boys dont leave it I'll beat the shit outa' them myself! And i mean it!" You say in anger as you gently sit him on your bed.

"Now wait here. I'll be back in a second okay?" You kissed his head lightly as he nods.

You return after a couple minutes with a first aid kit and a wet cloth. You stand in-between Daniels legs as you tilt his chin up to look at you.

"My lord, what did they do to you?!" You say as you gently scrub at the dirt on his cheeks causing him to smile, that same smile that made you fall in love with him.

"I was ridin' home on my bike and well, lets say they pushed me off..down the hill." he cringes to himself as the memory of the event that happened just 20 minutes prior flood back into his mind. You tense slightly.

"Aw my poor baby boy.. just wait until i get my hands on those pricks and i promise you they wont pester you again!" You say as you fix his chocolate brown hair. Daniel smiles to himself at the thought of you attempting to beat up Johnny Lawrence, the toughest guy at school.

After getting all the dirt off you begin to open the first aid kit gett out some medical ointment.

"Danny?"

"Mm?"

"Your going to need to take your top off so i can treat your wounds." You turn to look at the boy and you notice a thin blush painted his cheeks.

"Uh- o-only if your comfortable with it!" The brunette boy chuckles slightly as he slowly removes the shirt he's wearing to reveal his bare tanned chest. You cant help but stare, at least for a second. You feel your cheeks heat up as you begin to wet a new cloth with the medical ointment.

"This is going to sting Danny." You warn as you begin rubbing the cloth over the wounds covering his body. He hisses in pain as he grabs onto your free hand and begins to squeeze it.

"I know Danny, im sorry."

"D-dont be sorry. 'm fine Y/n/n." He assures you as you continue treating his cuts. After cleaning and applying bandages to Daniels body you finally put away the first aid kit.

"Honestly. Those jerks just dont know when to stop do they." You say with anger laced into your voice. Daniel laughs.

"Yeah well, 'least i got my own personal doctor to heal me afterwards. Thank you by the way, for helping me." After putting away the kit you make your way over to your boyfriend laying on the bed next to him beckoning him to lay in your lap.

"Anything for my pretty boy." You say causing Daniel to smile as he blushes slightly laying his head on your chest on top of you.

"Those jerks better be ready to hear from me." You whisper, playing with Daniels hair.

"They wont be expecting it thats for sure." Daniel jokes as he relaxes into your touch.

"I love you Y/n/n."

"I love you to Danny. Even when your all beat up."

[hiddleswiftt]

king of my heart! (inspired by the taylor swift song “king of my heart”!)

jonah hauer-king x fem reader!

description - you have been dating jonah for at least a year now. you had moved in to his apartment with him! (complete domestic fluff! - you’re gonna love this! and sorry this is so short! request some ideas if you want to! im running out of ideas - fluff only please lol!)

it has been at least a year since you got with jonah and he asked you if you wanted to move in with him in london! of course you said yes, you had always wanted to live in london, but you never thought you’d be living in a relationship with someone there.

TIME SKIP (2 weeks later) -

it had taken you and jonah a while to pack your things ready to go to jonah’s apartment, and you are finally ready to move in with him.

you didn’t take everything you had in your own apartment but you took all the things you needed. along with jonah.

you said goodbye to your flatmates (your best friends - who have been living with you since college), and headed off towards central london to finally live with jonah.

the two of you sat in his car as he drove smiling finally knowing that this moment is finally happening. jonah glances at you, uses his free hand and and intwines it with yours. “you okay?” he asks you, trying to multitask on driving and you.

you nod and smile widely, “absolutely! i cant wait to finally move in with you, jonah!” you tell him, as you watch him drive on to his (soon almost yours and jonah’s apartment) apartment.

MINI TIME SKIP -

you both look exhausted as you both carry the second to last of your boxes up to jonah’s apartment. “anymore y/n?” he asks you, plopping himself on a chair just about to take his shoes off.

you laugh at him and offer his hand for him to get up again. “not quite, mister!” you laugh, motioning your hand out for him to get up and follow you back out to grab the last and remaining boxes.

he walks out after you, wrapping his hand around your waist, his other hand holding his car key ready to get the last box with you.

“is that everything, babe?” he asks you, just ready to close and lock the car. you nod, now asking him to help you carry the box up to the apartment.

MINI TIME SKIP -

it had been 2 hours since you had arrived and officially moved in to jonah’s apartment. as much as you loved living with your best friends, you finally felt at home now living with jonah.

the two of you were cuddled up on the couch together, embracing each other in a comforting hug, your hand on his chest while his hand is around your waist.

you both still have work to do the next day, due to your boxes still left on the floor of yours and jonah’s apartment.

jonah leans in and kisses your forehead gently. “how you feeling, y/n? that we have moved in together?” he asks you, as you continue to lean your head against his chest. “i think it’s perfect.” you tell him, “even better with you here.. and..” you start to laugh for a second, “once all those boxes have been unpacked!”

he laughs and moves around and begins to lay on your lap.

you look at him as he looks up at you. you begin to play with his hair, jonah loved when you did that. he’d often do the same with your hair too.

you loved his hair. and his dimples. no. just jonah himself. you love jonah as a whole and he loves you too.

so much.

he looks at you. while you both admire each other. admiring the small and also the large details of each other.

he pulls you in, aiming for a small but passionate kiss. ending with you both laying together again on the couch.

as taylor swift said in her song “king of my heart”, you definitely thought that jonah was the one you had been waiting for. king of your heart. body and soul, ooh woah. all at once, he’s all you want, you’ll never let him go.

king of your heart. body and soul. ooh woah!

please don’t copy my work! <3

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— h4uerkings

[jwonsociety]

lovestruck // chapter 6

pairing ➼ brother's best friend!niki x fem!reader

genre ➼ strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, kind of crack because y/n's internal narration is very silly, sunoo is y/n's older brother

word count ➼ 3.9k

warnings ➼ a little bit of angst this chapter but DONT WORRY, everybody is so so so stupid, profanity

synopsis ➼ As the younger sister of the smart and popular Kim Sunoo, you’ve gotten used to living life as a background character. You mostly keep to yourself, you don't go to parties, and you most certainly do not have a boyfriend. One day, Sunoo brings home one of his friends and encourages you two to get to know each other… the fact that said friend is extremely cute definitely won’t be an issue, right?

taglist!! ➼ @kaal-ee @naexity @sd211 @yenqa @justbored48 @nomurahayami @seeuuns @666eren @mklhyvn @annoyingbitch83 @f0rlov3rs @wanna-live-yn-life @hafsa-hoofsa-heefs @han8ul @ahnneyong

a/n ➼ i cant believe that this series is already over!! thank you all so so much for reading and enjoying this mini series <3 it truly means the world to me. this story has been so fun to write!! i hope you all enjoy this extra long chapter!! love you all~ mwah

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Your whole life, romance was something you had only experienced vicariously through movies. It was a little embarrassing to admit, but you were a sucker for a good rom-com; from Love Actually to 27 Dresses to The Princess Bride, you had truly seen it all. Countless nights had been spent curled up in your bed with only potato chips and Julia Roberts to comfort you.

Despite your obsession with these films, you had always insisted that you did not care for anything related to dating. Boys were not a priority. You had a less-than-thrilling social life, but you had a good group of friends and good grades. You weren’t anxiously waiting for a prince charming to come knocking on your door. And, honestly, you simply never thought you would ever experience that. You sincerely could not imagine someone liking you enough to sweep you off your feet with a grand romantic gesture. Nobody would stand outside your window with a boombox, or serenade you with a marching band accompaniment. You were okay with that. At least, you had been.

You weren’t sure what exactly it was about him. Maybe his eyes or his hair or his smile… at a conventional level, he was cute, that was obvious. He possessed all of those attractive qualities, yet that’s not why you fell for him. It was his dorky laugh and his little habits and his perfect rendition of any SHINee choreography. Yes, you had been content with a life devoid of a fairytale ending. Then Niki entered the picture and fucked everything up. He fucked everything up in the best possible way.

Some braver, more courageous person possessed you the moment you leaned in to meet Niki halfway. You honestly don’t know what came over you. You weren’t the daring type. But with his eyes looking at you so fiercely, confession still fresh from his lips, how could you not? You squeezed your eyes tightly shut, anxiously waiting for Niki to push you away and change his mind.

Instead, instead you felt soft lips against your own. A gentle hand gently rested on your waist, pulling you in ever so slightly, and another cupped your cheek. Holy shit. You were kissing Niki. And he was kissing you back.

Your heart thrummed hard in your chest -- harder than it ever had in your whole life. You were so nervous. You had never kissed anyone like this before. So carefully, so meaningfully. Legs trembling, your hand grabbed Niki’s shoulder as an anchor. You could feel the raven-haired boy smile softly against your lips. He hugged you just a little tighter and somehow, you felt less scared.

The familiar scent of Niki’s cologne seemed to envelop you completely. It was clean, rich, and delightfully him. You wanted to breathe in it forever. If time could allow it, you sincerely would.

Wrapped delicately in Niki’s arms, you felt so safe. He’d always had the incredible ability to make all of your worries melt away, like a warm sun thawing a frozen river. Time stood at a standstill as you stood in the middle of the room, kissing him like you would never get the chance to again. This was so much better than any rom-com you had ever seen.

“What the fuck?”

At the sudden interruption, you sprang off of Niki, whirling around to discover the source of the sudden interruption. You were met with the sight of your brother standing in the doorway with an expression of pure horror on his face.

Shit.

“No, seriously, what the fuck?” His demeanor seemed to be a combination of shock and exasperation. His gaze flicked between the two of you. You opened and closed your mouth, searching for a response, but failed. This was not good. Actually, scratch that -- this was a literal waking nightmare. God, what were you thinking? When has anything romantic ever worked out for you?

Niki, sensing your petrified state, took a step towards him. “Sunoo---”

Sunoo backed away warily. “Niki…” he started, but trailed. He looked away, the awkwardness off this situation visibly taking a toll on him. He cleared his throat. “Niki, I think you should go home.”

“Wait, Sunoo,” you pleaded, eyes stinging with unshed tears. 

“Please.” His voice was very small. “Just go.”

After a moment’s pause, Niki brushed past Sunoo and left the room without saying a word. The tension was so unbearable it neared torturous. You stared at the picture frame on your desk that you had been laughing at just minutes before. The only sound to be heard was Niki descending the steps, grabbing his coat, and eventually exiting through the front door with a faint thud. You forced yourself to look at your brother.

To your surprise, he was already looking at you. His eyes brows were pinched in a way that you could only describe as apprehensive. Or on the verge of vomiting. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint it.

“Sunoo, I promise there’s an explanation for this,” you whispered, trying your hardest to stifle the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.

“Y/nnie…” he started. He ran his hands through his hair. “I’m just going to go to my room.”

He turned away and stepped out into the hall, and in a second, he was gone.

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“It couldn’t have been that bad.”

“I can assure you, it was.”

Yoon sighed, clearly wanting to say something else but choosing to bite her tongue. You continued.

“It was completely moritfying,” you insisted, hands mindlessly forming braids in your friend’s hair. You were sitting at a picnic table in your school’s courtyard, legs facing outward, and Yoon sat on the ground in between them as you practiced your stylist skills. Eunchae sat to the left of you, legs tucked up to her chest. It was Monday, lunch, and naturally you had called for an emergency meeting to discuss the events of the past Saturday.

Eunchae was clearly invested. “I mean, how mad is Sunoo, really?”

“He’s fucking pissed, Eunchae,” you groaned. You began to braid a little faster. “He’s barely spoken to me since it happened! I’ve tried talking to him, but it likes trying to reason with a brick wall. All it’s been is dirty looks and the silent treatment and now I’ve completely destroyed the relationship I have with my brother beyond repair and--”

“Ow, ow!” Yoon hissed, reaching up to seize your wrist. “You’re pulling!”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, releasing the iron grip you had on her poor hair follicles. “I just really don’t know what to do.”

“Maybe he just needs time,” Eunchae suggested. “I mean, in his defense, he did walk in on his best friend sucking face with his little sister. That’s probably a big shock.”

“We were not ‘sucking face’.”

“Fine. You were ‘smooching’ his best friend. That doesn’t make it any better.”

You pondered her words for a moment. “Yeah, I guess you’re right… but was kicking him out really necessary? Niki hasn’t texted me once since then! Maybe he regrets it.”

“He’s probably just scared, Y/nnie,” Yoon said, resting her cheek on your knee. She gave you an assuring smile. “You should go talk to him!”

“Speak of the devil,” Eunchae gasped, pointing to the other side of the courtyard. You followed her extended finger to find Niki, hair shining in the sunlight, carefully considering all of the beverage options in one of the vending machines. “Now’s your chance!”

You grimaced. “I don’t know.”

Yoon rolled her eyes and gave your leg an urgent shake. “C’mon! What’s the worst that could happen? I mean, the dude kissed you, so he obviously doesn’t hate you.”

“Yeah, I’m kind of still processing that,” you snorted, swatting her hand away playfully.

“Honestly, me too,” Eunchae confessed. “Since when did you become such a player, y/n?”

With a laugh, you pushed yourself off the bench and turned to face your friends. “I’m not a player!” you giggled. “But alright, I’ll go talk to him.”

With an encouraging thumbs up from Eunchae and a dignified salute from Yoon, you mustered all of your courage and set off towards Niki. The boy in question seemed seriously focused on deciding between Pepsi or Mountain Dew. As you got closer, regret began to slowly creep into your mind. Was the school courtyard really the best place to have your first conversation with him since… the incident? You had mentally dubbed it that because it was definitely a milestone in your life in terms of personal mortification. Before you could change your mind, Niki noticed you approaching.

“Y/n,” he said. You searched his expression for any trace of annoyance or apprehension, but didn’t discover anything of the sort. Maybe you it was wishful thinking, but he honestly seemed happy to see you. “Hey.”

“Hi, Niki,” you replied, voice tense. “How are you?”

“I’m alright,” he replied, lips quirking into a smile, and motioned towards the vending machine. “I’m just getting a drink. I think today’s more of a Mountain Dew kind of vibe.”

You giggled, furrowing your brows at him. “What exactly defines a ‘Mountain Dew kind of vibe’?”

“I can’t really explain it. I can just feel it in my soul.” He clutched his abdomen dramatically, gazing off into the distance like he was the protagonist in a thought-provoking artsy indie film. It made you laugh harder.

You shifted you weight between your left foot and your right, searching for a way to appropriately change the topic from carbonated beverages to what you really came over here for. “So, we’re good, right?”

He blinked. “Of course we are. Why wouldn’t we be?”

“You just haven’t texted me since Saturday, so I was beginning to think you… you know, regretted it.”

“No, no, I promise you I don’t,” he insisted fervently. “Honestly, I thought that maybe you regretted it, because of Sunoo seeing us.”

You quite literally convulsed at the mention of your brother walking in on you two. Ashamed, you buried your heads in your hands. “Oh my God, please don’t bring that up. That will go down in history as the most embarrassing thing to ever happen in my life.”

“It’s not the worst,” Niki chuckled. “I’m sure something more embarrassing will happen to you later in life and you’ll forget all about this.”

You peeked at him through your fingers. “That’s not really comforting.”

“Sorry.”

“Have you spoken to him since then?” you asked, dropping your hands back to your sides.

“I tried,” he said, “but he’s been avoiding me like his life depends on it. I can’t tell if he’s mad or just feels severely awkward.”

“I think it’s a mix of both,” you joked, but a sad undertone edged your voice. You sighed. “He hasn’t spoken to me either. I don’t know what to do.”

Niki looked crestfallen. “Y/n, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have suddenly done that in the middle of your room.”

You chuckled. “Are you forgetting it was me who kissed you?”

A soft pink blush crept up Niki’s neck before blossoming across his cheeks. You had come to discover that you rather enjoyed seeing him embarassed. “Well, yeah, but I was the one who… said all those things.”

“What, your confession of undying love to me?”

Niki smiled, cocking an amused eyebrow at you. “I don’t really remember it happening like that.”

“Well, whatever the case, I don’t regret it,” you assured him. “Do you?”

Niki placed a gentle hand on your arm, your skin tingling under his warm touc, his eyes soft. Your proximity was suddenly a lot closer. “I definitely don’t regret it, Y/nnie. I promise.”

Your face burned. “‘Y/nnie?’” you repeated, dumbstruck.

He smiled. “What, isn’t that your nickname? It’s cute. Like you.”

“Oh my God, stop,” you laughed, pushing him away. “I might die from the sheer corniness of what you just said.”

“I’m just trying to be a chivalrous gentleman.”

“Please take your chivalry somewhere else.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence for a moment. With Niki, you didn’t need to speak. It was easy to just quietly enjoy each other’s company. You took some time to admire his outfit; he was wearing a white band tee and baggy grey sweats with a silver necklace adorning his sternum. You loved the way he dressed. You were coming to realize that you loved most things about him.

“Forgive me for being so cliche, but,” you ventured, “what are we?”

He grinned, tilting his head at you like you were the funniest thing. “Well, I was kind of hoping that you’d be my girlfriend, y/n. If that’s okay with you.”

Any attempt to remain nonchalant instantly evaporated. The widest, giddiest smile stretched out across your face, the kind so big it turned your eyes into little crescents. Girlfriend.

“It’s definitely okay with me, Niki,” you breathed. You felt like you were dreaming. “Wow.”

“‘Wow’?” 

“Don’t tease me, I’m just surprised!”

“How are you surprised? We kissed in your bedroom two days ago!”

You rolled your eyes, but that stupid smile on your face didn’t budge an inch. Being Niki’s girlfriend was already something you were very much relishing in. Of course,  you realized there was still the issue of your brother, which sorely needed resolving.

“Listen, before we start dating officially or anything, I should probably work things out with Sunoo,” you explained. “He deserves some sort of explanation.”

Niki nodded in agreement. “I totally get that. Honestly, I should probably talk to him too.”

You sighed, long and heavy, rubbing your neck. “How do I talk to him though? He’s avoiding me like the plague.”

“Maybe you just need to corner him.”

“Corner him?”

“Yeah, like get him in a situation where he can’t leave and he has no choice but to talk.”

You scoffed. “Right. Because that’s totally non-threatening.”

“Just a suggestion,” Niki shrugged.

Honestly, that idea didn’t seem to bad. In fact, it may be your only option -- Sunoo’s evasion of you was becoming so precise it was baffling. Seriously, your house wasn’t that big, yet somehow he managed to always avoid you. This dilemma needed to be dealt with once and for all.

“Niki, please tell me everything is going to be okay.”

He smiled. “Y/n, everything is going to be okay.”

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“Y/n, let me out right now!”

“Sunoo, this is for your own good.”

“How the hell is locking me inside a bathroom for my own good?”

Honestly, you probably could’ve gone about this in a less serial killer-esque way, but at this point, you were desperate. After you and Niki’s conversation earlier that day, you had been determinedly brainstorming ways to confront your brother. Then, that evening, you spotted Sunoo going into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and before you knew it you were following him in and locking the door behind him.

Again, there was probably a better way to do this.

“Sunoo, will you please just listen for a second?”

“Why should I? I’m being held captive by my little sister!”

“S-Sunoo, please,” you squeaked, voice quivering. “You’ve been avoiding me all week, I just want to talk to you!”

Sunoo crossed his arms. “I don’t really have much to say.”

“But I do!” you exclaimed. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting? You won’t even let me explain myself!”

“Overreacting?” Sunoo repeated in disbelief. “I walked in on you kissing my best friend! How do you think I feel? This whole time, I thought me and Niki were really becoming close, just for me to find out he’s only been coming over to see my sister!”

You paused. Is that really what he thought? “But that isn’t true,” you insisted.

“How am I supposed to know that?” Sunoo, who had been furious just moments before, now seemed overcome by sadness. It was a vulnerability you hadn’t seen in him since you two were kids; his eyes watering and voice weak. He looked at the floor. “Kissing each other is one thing, but straight up lying to me? That’s what I’m really upset about.”

“Sunoo…” An immense amount of guilt settled on your shoulders. You hadn’t even thought about it like that, from Sunoo’s perspective. Now you understood why he was so upset.

You drew in a deep breath and released it, taking a second to steady your breathing before you spoke. “I want to make it very clear that me and Niki have not been sneaking around behind your back. What happened on Saturday was… spur-of-the-moment.”

“Okay,” he said, but he still seemed tense. “But then why did you kiss him in the first place? I knew you and Niki were friends, but I had no idea there might’ve been something more.”

“If I’m being completely honest,” you began, but hesitated. God, this was so embarrassing, but it was the truth. “I’ve liked Niki since I met him. But I genuinely didn’t think he was interested in me like that anyways, so I just tried my best to ignore my crush on him because I knew it would bother you.”

Sunoo didn’t say anything, so you continued. “We got closer as we hung out more and it was purely platonic, but on Saturday we both ended up admitting our feelings, and… well, you know the rest.”

“Unfortunately, I do,” Sunoo quipped. He was looking at you with close attention, but he didn’t seem upset anymore. He was just listening.

“I feel so shitty about it. I really do. We shouldn’t have done that when you were right down the hall and I should’ve communicated with you about my feelings because I knew it would put you in an uncomfortable position. I’m sorry, Sunoo. I’m sorry that I made you feel lied to.”

Sunoo remained quiet for another beat, staring into you like he could see into your soul. You swallowed nervously. Eventually, he spoke.

“Thank you for telling me the truth, y/nnie,” he said, mouth turned upwards in a small smile. “I think I was just really shocked more than anything. I had no idea what to think.”

You giggled, your face turning a little red. “Well, in your defense, I think that would shock anyone.”

“Yeah you might be right,” he laughed.

“I know you must feel a little awkward though. I mean, Niki’s one of your closest friends.”

“Yeah, I do feel awkward, I won’t lie about that,” he admitted. “But you can’t control who you like. Besides, I’d rather you be with Niki than some weirdo. He’s a great guy.”

You snorted, looking at him with hopeful eyes. “So, we’re good?”

He rolled his eyes, but a grin adorned his face. “Yes, dummy, we’re good.”

He pulled you into a tight hug and you felt the anxious knot in your stomach finally come undone. You threw your arms around Sunoo and buried your head in his shoulder. Finally, you had your best friend back.

“So, does this mean you and Niki are gonna get like, matching heart lockets or something?”

“Ew. What?” you laughed, poking your brother in his side.

“Just a question!”

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For whatever reason, the entirety of your decision making skills left your brain the moment you had to choose an ice cream flavor. There were the basics like chocolate and vanilla, and they were reliable. But what if you were feeling adventurous? Maybe rocky road was a better choice, or even cookie dough… jeez. You genuinely believed you would have an easier time naming your firstborn child.

“It’s not a life or death decision, y/nnie,” Niki teased. “Just pick one.”

“It might as well be,” you grumbled as you continued to scrutinize the menu with serious contemplation.

“If you don’t choose something in the next five minutes I’m leaving you here.”

You shot him a glare, but there was no real malice behind it. Soft house music filled the small establishment, as well as the quiet chatter of other patrons. Niki stood behind you, looming, yet his presence was always comforting. This had been his idea, of course. After what had been a rather tiresome day at school, Niki had insisted that you two do something ‘fun’, and before you knew it, he had grabbed you by the hand and brought you here. You were happy. You just wish picking a flavor wasn’t so impossible.

Niki squeezed your shoulder, leaning in to talk to directly in your ear. “I can just choose for you, if you want,” he offered, his tone affectionate and warm. 

“...That actually sounds like a good idea. Thanks.” You smiled, leaning back into him ever so slightly. You couldn’t see him, but you could tell that he was also smiling, probably finding your indecisiveness throughly hilarious. With a gentle pat to your head, he stepped past you to order at the counter.

“May I please have a scoop of double chocolate chip with melted fudge--” he briefly glanced at you, then continued, “--and a scoop of matcha ice cream please? Thank you.”

You pursed your lips, intrigued by his choice for you. Niki began rooting through his pockets and you grabbed his wrist.

“I can pay for my own, Niki,” you insisted.

He removed your hold on his arm, smiling as he gazed down at you. “Don’t worry about it, y/nnie.” He cupped your cheek in his hand, eyes gleaming with a fondness you couldn’t quite place, and your heartbeat stuttered. “Besides, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t buy a treat for my girlfriend?”

A fierce blush spread across your face. Boyfriend. Girlfriend. You were never going to get used to that. Clearly proud of himself, he smirked and turned back towards the cashier to hand him the cash. After successfully retrieving the ice cream, he handed you yours.

“C’mon,” he said, jerking his head towards the door. “Let’s sit outside. The weather’s nice.”

Ice cream in hand, you followed him towards the exit. Niki pushed the door open with his hip, holding it there and motioning for you to go ahead. Grinning, you obliged, brushing past him and immediately being greeted by the crisp weather. The door closed with the happy jingle of its bell. The two of you decided to situate yourselves on a nearby bench, content to eat your ice cream while partaking in some good old-fashioned people watching.

“You know, I’ve never had matcha ice cream before,” you commented, carefully observing the green scoop nestled in a waffle cone.

Niki looked over at you and grinned. “Well, I hope you like it then.”

You carefully tasted some of the ice cream, Niki watching you expectantly. After pondering its flavor for a moment, you looked back at him and nodded in approval. “Wow, it’s actually really good! How’d you know I’d like this?”

He smiled. “I just know you better than anyone, huh?”

You smiled back at him and scooted a bit closer so that you were comfortably nestled into his side. Even though you and Niki were dating officially now, the flustered butterflies in your stomach were still very much present. But now, they weren’t as much nervousness as they were adoration. Everything about Niki was just so lovable. And, in addition to his cute smile and sense of humor, he made you feel so secure. Truly, he was your safe place.

“You okay?” Niki asked, voice concerned. He must’ve noticed you spacing out.

You smiled at him reassuringly. “Yeah, I’m just… really happy.”

Niki beamed. “Me too, y/nnie. Me too.”

He looked at you, expression soft, his nose slightly brushing yours. With a small smile, you leaned in and met him in the middle. And this time it wasn't sneaky or scary. It was perfect.

[bloomflwrss]

a/n: part 3 bc i cant sleep wth?!

Call Me By Your Name | Part III

TW: mentions of pre-cum

Description: kissing, mentions of pre cum, boner, small smut, a part of the blow job

Without hesitation, I rose from the piano bench and hurried after Oliver, my heart pounding with urgency. I found him standing beneath the stars, his silhouette outlined against the darkness of the night.

As I approached, he turned to me, his eyes searching mine with a mixture of surprise and affection. Without a word, I sat down beside him, feeling the warmth of his presence enveloping me.

With a tentative gesture, I reached out and intertwined my fingers with his, a silent gesture of connection and understanding. In that moment, as we sat side by side beneath the vast expanse of the night sky, I knew that I had found where I belonged.

As I approached Oliver beneath the stars, he turned to me, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Elio," he murmured softly, "what are you doing out here?"

"I couldn't let you disappear without saying anything," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I needed to be with you."

Oliver's gaze softened, and he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from my face. "I'm glad you're here," he said, his voice warm with affection.

I sat down beside him, our shoulders touching as we gazed out at the night sky. After a moment of comfortable silence, I spoke again. "I... I don't want this moment to end," I admitted, my heart racing with vulnerability.

Oliver turned to me, his eyes searching mine with a depth of emotion that took my breath away. "Neither do I," he confessed, his hand finding mine and intertwining our fingers.

In that moment, as we sat together beneath the stars, our fingers entwined and our hearts open to one another, I knew that I had found something truly special.

As we sat together beneath the stars, our hands intertwined, I suddenly felt a surge of boldness wash over me. "Shut up," I whispered, cutting off whatever Oliver had been about to say. "Just follow me."

Without waiting for a response, I grabbed Oliver's hand and led him through the darkness to a secluded spot nearby. Once we arrived, I pushed him gently against the wall, my heart pounding with anticipation.

I looked deep into Oliver's eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. But all I found was a raw intensity that mirrored my own desires.

With a trembling hand, Oliver cupped my face, his touch sending shivers down my spine. His thumb traced a path from my jawline down to my collarbones, igniting a fire within me.

Unable to resist any longer, I pulled Oliver close, our lips crashing together in a desperate kiss. Our tongues battled for dominance, each movement fueled by a primal need for one another.

Feeling emboldened by the heat of the moment, I began to nibble at Oliver's lip, silently urging him to give me more. And as our passion grew, I knew that this was only the beginning of something extraordinary.

As our kiss deepened, Oliver's hand trailed down my body, igniting a trail of fire in its wake. I couldn't help but release soft moans into his mouth as his touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

Suddenly, Oliver's hand grazed against my shorts, and he pulled away slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like someone's eager," he teased, his voice husky with desire.

I blushed furiously at his comment, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. "I... I guess I got carried away," I admitted, feeling a surge of self-consciousness wash over me.

Oliver chuckled softly and gently pushed me away. "You should probably change first," he said with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

I scuffed in mock annoyance and playfully hit him in the chest before sinking down to my knees. "Fine," I said with a smirk of my own, reaching for the waistband of my shorts. "But don't think you're getting off that easy."

[hidden-poet]

I just finished reading chapter 3 & 4 of commander snow and WOW!!! How are you not on New Yorks best selling author list? Jesus your writing is AMAZING!!! 

Okay the way he grabbed her neck and kept kissing and biting her neck while she was searching him for morphling in so much distress was so hot 🥵🥵 (I mean all the sexual content in commander snow is so hot; don’t even get me started on him eating her out and forcing her to give him 2 bjs in less than 24 hours 😂 soooo much to unpack there in those scenes *CHEFS KISS* MUAH)!!! He’s so proud of himself after that too with digging into that apple pie and feeding it to her 😂 And what’s this whole deal about him not fucking her until he goes back to the capitol? What does this man have planned for her?

The way he has this constant need for validation to feel love and nurture from the her warms my heart 🥹 even tho this man delusional as fuck and I shouldn’t feel bad for him but you got me conflicted over here and I WANT HIM TO CORRUPT ME😭 He’s so possessive over her and her independence 😫🥵

Coryo really out here using readers toothbrushes in both commander snow and snow lands on top 😂 but I find them sharing it so hot. I also love how this man has a constant slapping kink in each of your fics hehehe 🥵

Idk why but the way he takes over her whole bed is so funny to me 😂 but him taking her wrist and rubbing it 🥹 even though he’s the one who damaged it in the first place 😂 and the tending to her mother and comforting her (again his own damn doing LOL) 

When he says “I’ll never understand why they run.” Really boy? Really? Are you really that delusional?

I really appreciate you making these super long cause that’s my jam and can’t get enough!!! Also what I love about your dark coryo work is that you make them DARK DARK which is my absolute undoing in the world of dark fiction 🫠

I am missing so much moreeeee here but your work is making me go FERAL RN I HONESTLY CANT THINK STRAIGHT WITH THIS MAN ROAMING AROUND IN MY HEAD 247😫

I also wanted to talk about snow lands on top real quick. I LOVE Mabel absolutely love her. (Bad bitch fearless energy) especially when she drops his clothes on the floor refusing to wear them "no, thank you" 😂 And can we take a minute to acknowledge how CUTE the name Mabel is?

The way you portray Dr. Gaul is soooooooo scary scary ACCURATE to the tea! That woman truly terrifies me 😂

The way he just threatens her and her family and commands her what to do and what not to do 😫 the asking her to help him with his sock made me giggle lol.

I see grandma’am is still the same bitter old lady 😂 And the whole thing at the dinner table with the bread is so funny yet so cute on Mabels part🥹 coryo was getting really agitated at that 😂 she definitely tests his limits which is why I love Mabel sm!!

Okay him teaching her how to read and write 🫠 he's basically training her like a dog 😂 from district scum to captiol gal!!

And not this man drugging her and sprinkling his manhood all over her stomach while she’s laying there like sleeping beauty 😂 still have to give him some respect for not going all the way with her whilst in her deep slumber 😂

I cannot WAIT for the next part to drop on both these AMAZING stories!!!!!!!!!!!

This is possibly my favourite ask ever 🥺😭 you are far too kind!

Thank you for taking the time out to read my work, and further time to write out this lovely comment! It’s means so much.

Commander snow is only nice when you are nice. Which is so hard because he is so terrible!

I am really trying to link his sad backstory as to why he acts certain ways towards the reader.

Also!

I did not even pick up that both Coroys used the same brush! Good eye! I suppose it is just super hot!

I think he is more cocky than delusional in that scene.

“I never understand why they run” because I always catch them.

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Coriolanus snow also haunts my head! He’s got free realestate there.

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I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKED SNOW LANDS ON TOP.

Thank you again! Please let me know what you are thinking about each chapter, I love your thoughts ❤️❤️

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hi! I would love to request a follow-up to your story of CK Terry being too tempting for his own good in a new suit. No specific requests for the chapter, but something just as hot (if you're comfortable) please!

Of course 😁 thank you for reading the other part of this story, I hope this is good enough for you 😊💚💚💚 NSFW

Contains: Sexual content, sexual intercourse, toys, dirty talk, over stimulation

Terry had only left for a few minutes but it felt like hours, your moment you shared in the office had majorly turned you on. You were so tempted to ask him to stay, but you knew how important this meeting was for him. Plus, he did mention that he would return the favour later on. That just made you more exited. Deciding to try and keep your mind off it for now, you went for a shower to help clear your head, you couldn't have Terry for another couple of hours so you had to focus on something else. Once you were dried and changed, you set about making yourself some lunch and doing some things around the house.

Terry was due home around 3, and it was 2.30. The anticipation was killing you. What could you do to wait for him? And help you get back into the mood a little more. You knew Terry, and you knew that after a time like the office, he would come home ready for you. So what could you do? That's when an idea pops into your head, a new book you had bought a few weeks ago, an erotic novel... It was upstairs in your bedside drawer, so when you went into your room, you sat against the headboard and gave the book a little read. There were a few steamy little moments in there, you couldn't deny, and it was certainly getting you back into that frame of mind. Just as you finished a rather saucy chapter, Terry called your mobile. "Hey sweetheart, I'm on my way home, I'll be 5 minutes" "Cant you be quicker?" You ask, almost catching your breath from excitement.

"Oooh, is my good girl in need of me? Do you want me sweetheart?" "I need you Terry, I cant stop thinking about you. I even have a little something hear to keep me going until you arrive" "Oh really? And what would that be?" "A naughty little book. About a man coming home and...making his woman scream out his name. Making her feel...wave after wave of deep sexual pleasure..." You can hear Terry make a low growl noise on the other end of the phone, its turning him on now too. "Well, seeing as you have been such a good girl, and your getting ready for me...I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm bringing home a little something just for you..." "What is it? Tell me" "Ah ah ah, it wouldnt be a suprise then would it? I will be there soon" "Alright, I'll start to get undressed for you-" "No sweetheart, dont undress...I'll do that for you. A man undressing his beautiful girlfriend is like opening a gift...just for him... I'll see you soon" And the phone hangs up.

The anticipation is too much, what was he bringing home for you? Before you could think of what it is, you hear the door go and Terry starts walking up the stairs. When he does finaly open the door, he saunters in with a cheeky smile. "Theres my beautiful goddess" Your still sat up against the bed when he walks to the end of it. He leans down, grabs your ankles and pulls you down so your flat on your back, making it easier for him to crawl on top of you and lean on his strong muscular arms, while looking deep into your eyes. "All through that meeting, all I could think about was what you did for me...it drove me insane" Biting your lower lip, you look up at him and say "I need you so much Terry, I need to feel you..." "You were such a good girl for me...your wish is my command..."

He leans in and gives you one of the most sensual and sexually charged kisses of your life. There was so much tention from both sides that it felt like your bodies were on fire. His hand pulls at the bottom of your top before he pulls it over your head, lying to yourself back down, his hand reaches under your back and unhooks your bra. Within seconds of him ripping your bra away from your chest, his body pressed against yours and his lips suck and his tounge flicks against your swollen nipples. My god Terry's tounge could work magic. His hands cup at your breasts as he moves between each of them, giving them the attention they craved. And with the excitement building, you pull out his pony tail to release his bouncy curls, and run your fingers through his hair and across his scalp, making a fist in his hair as you desperately need something to hold onto as the waves of pleasure flow through you. Once he had kissed every inch of your heaving chest, he sits up and pulls off his own shirt.

He takes your wrist and pulls your hand up to his belt. "I want to feel you undress me, be a good girl for me..." Doing as he says, you undo his belt and pull down his zipper. But before you could do anything else, he takes you wrists and pins them above your head as he presses against you again. "You brought me to my limit within minutes sweetheart, and now I'm going to do the same..." Sitting back up again, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a hand held mini vibrator. He had used this kind of thing before, and it just made you more exited. His hands undid your trousers and pulled them away, along with your underwear, then he slowly pulled down his boxers to release his throbbing cock.

He rests his arms against your head and leans in to kiss you again, with the same hunger and sexual desire he used in the last kiss. You try to hold onto his back, but he takes your wrists and pins them above your head against the bed, only using his one hand. You were so desperate for him to take you already. Within a split second he puts his hands under your hips and turns you over so your now flat on your stomach, and he leans down on your back kissing your bare shoulders. "I'm going to enjoy this sweetheart, I'm giving you what you deserve, and making you cry those pretty little tears for me" His hand slides under my chin and holds it up so he can kiss me again, before he kneels on his knees and lifts your hips up. You dont even have a moment to think before he slides right inside of you with a deep and hard thrust. It makes you gasp, he was so thick, you've had sex with Terry lots of times, but his thickness still made you ache for him.

"Oh god Terry, please make me feel good" "Oh I will sweetheart, I promise" He starts out slow, letting you get used to him, but that doesn't last long. He picks up the pace as he slams into you, over and over again. He is hitting your G spot again and again, making you whimper from the feeling. "Oooh god, oh fuck" You say as your voice catches, unable to control the little noises and moans that escape your lips. "You take me so well sweetheart, your such a good girl" he says as he still pounds into you. "And you deserve your treat..." As he continues to fuck you, he reaches for the vibrator and holds it close to your clit. He presses the button a couple of times, making you wince and shiver at the sensation. But he knew what he was going to do.

While one hand is teasing you with the vibrator, the other makes a fist onto your hair and pushes you down into the pillow, allowing him to go even deeper, making you feel like you were about to release. "This is what good girls get..." and as soon as he says that, he presses the botton on the vibrator, that keeps in constantly going and presses it against your clit. "OH! FUCK!" you shout out loud, its giving you an intense orgasm, so intense your legs start to shake. But Terry isn't taking it away, he keeps it there as he continues to fuck you, all while hearing you scream over and over again. You dont know how long you can be this over stimulated for, you had never had it this strong before. But Terry wasnt done with you. Still pressing it against you, his free hand comes down to your face and covers your mouth as your scream. "Oh fuck yes that's it sweetheart, i love to feel you scream against my hand. You cant let it out can you? Huh? I'm in control of those beautiful lips of yours" Tears are streaming down your face as your 4th orgasm hits you, making it almost impossible for you to scream properly with Terry covering you mr mouth with his large hand, but just as the last orgasm hits you, he pulls his hand away, letting you scream out so loud that you dont even hear Terry behind you moaning out in pleasure as he comes too.

He takes the vibrator off you as he cums, and your whole body is literally shaking. Your legs have shaked in the past, but not your whole body, and you were so sensitive down there, that any movement at all felt like too much. But my god it was the best sex of your life! Once Terry had completely finished, he pulled out of you and saw what state you were in. He helped you lower yourself back down onto the bed and lead you on your back, putting a sheet over your body as he lead next to you. He was quite breathless when he asked you "Are you alright sweetheart? Did I hurt you?" Feeling very out of breath yourself, you look over to him with a smile. "No Terry, you didnt hurt me. Holy fuck that was the best sex of my life!" You both let out a little laugh. "Terry just tell me one thing, why wont my body stop shaking? Is this normal?" "Dont you worry sweetheart, I'm going to run us a nice hot bubble bath, maybe get some champagne, and some chocolate covered strawberries. And I'll take you in there for a relaxing soak, it will help with the shakes, and also stop you feeling so tender down there" "Thank you babe, that was incredible. I'm so pleased I experienced that with you, and how you'll take care of me afterwards. I love you Terry" Leaning over to you and kissing you sweetly, he says "I love you too sweetheart, now you relax hear while I run us that bath"

[joviepog]

Sorry I haven't been as active. I haven't had a good week at all so I'm trying to not project on people but here's an idea because I'm currently crying (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

Wilbur comforting reader when they're crying (because of stress, events that have happened, being made fun of, anything along these lines)

Totally alright if not, and please don't jump on me immediately and start comforting me ❤️

I feel like Wilbur would be the best comforter. <3

Hard days.

Who: Wilbur x reader

Pronouns: non mentioned

Warnings: Crying, cursing, mention of anxiety

Requests: @ax-y10

Anything else: Sorry that this took so long! Hope u liked the end results!

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You sat in your room, looking at all the papers in front of you. The room felt suffocating and the more you sat there, the more you wanted to give up.

You checked the clock behind you, resting your arm on the chair as you turned around.

1 am.

You let out an exhausted sigh and looked back at your work.

The papers from your boss that he had made you do. You hated him. You hated work. You hated yourself.

Why was it always your fault that your boss forgot to pay the bank?

Why was it so hard for your coworkers to just be nice?

Why was it so hard for your parents to be supportive for once?

You could feel the tears starting to flow out of your eyes as you looked at your work. Your boss was using you again. Knowing you needed the money, he always made you do his work for him. And if you missed one thing? You would be threatened to be fired.

Your coworkers made fun of you for everything! Your coworkers even made fun of you for not having your own apartment!

Which you really didn’t mind since your roommate was the kindest person alive.

Not to mentioned your parents.

They were always worried for you because of your anxiety but for some reason, they never believed in you.

God how you wished they would just leave you alone.

We cant anyone just understand?

‘I cant do this anymore..’

you kept thinking. you put your head down on your desk and let the tears flow down.

Your breath was wavering and your eyes were closed. You didnt want to think about them. You didnt want to be a pushover. You didnt want to do this anymore.

You didn’t want to-

There was a knock on the door and your breath hitched

“YN? Everything alright in there?”

You stayed silent

“I made you your favorite drink. I think i got it right this time!”

He chuckled before pausing.

“I’m going to open the door okay?”

This is when you freaked out. your head shot up and your heartbeat quickened.

“Wait! Wilbur, no!”

He opened the door and you wiped away the tears.

His eyes widened as he looked at you. You probably looked horrible.

He sighed and gave you a soft, loving smile.

He placed the steaming cup on the desk and kneeled next to you. He scanned the papers and frowned as he saw the wet spots from the teardrops.

“Yn..”

You were quick to interrupt him.

“I’m fine Wilbur! Thanks for the drink!”

You cringed at the voice crack and he laughed.

Your eyebrow shot up and you couldn’t hide the confusion.

“W-what?”

He cleared his throat, “You suck at this.”

“At what?”

“At lying.”

He grabbed your hands and you gasped at how warm his hands were.

You go up with him and he sat you on the bed.

“I’ll be right back okay?”

You nodded as you grabbed the blanket and covered yourself up.

He gave you a smile and walked out the room.

You closed your eyes and ignored the tears that kept wanting to come out of your eyes.

He came back with some tissues and you smiled at him.

He put them down next to you and sat down next to you.

He didnt say a word; he just hugged you.

He took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You couldn’t help but do the same.

You sank into his hug allowing yourself to cry in his arms.

He hummed a small tune as you cried.

You muttered out hopeless words, asking him why he was helping.

You asked him over and over again but he didn’t give a clear answer. Instead, he said. “Relax. Breath.” So, you did.

He kept humming and you kept taking deep breaths.

Thiswent on for a while.

Actually, you didnt even know how long that went on for. But soon, Wilbur fell asleep.

He was still hugging you. Arms wrapped around you protectively.

You and stopped crying and you had calmed down by the time you realized that it was late.

You tried to get out of Wilbur’s arms to get back to work but he just hugged you tighter. This is when it hit you.

A blush appeared on your face and your heartbeat became quick.

“Wilbur i need to work.”

He pulled you closer.

“No.”

You laughed.

“I do Wil.”

He shook his head softly, “No.”

“Wil-“

He interrupted you, “As your roommate, I’m not allowing you to go.”

“Wilbur I’m going to get fired. You know i cant-“ You started to argue back but he cut you off once more.

“We can worry about that tomorrow, love. Sleep.”You blushed and you hoped that he didnt hear your heartbeat.

“Right… thank you Wil.” He hummed a ‘you’re welcome.’ Before you hear the soft snoring.

You giggled before going to sleep.

Maybe i can do this?

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