#did you fall out of the womb knowing? or did you pick up some things on the way here?

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I love how on Tumblr, "media literacy" has become "Um, just because someone writes about this doesn't mean they're endorsing this. I hate all these media puritans ruining everything."

I'm sad to inform you that knowing when and whether an author is endorsing something, implying something, saying something, is also part of media literacy. Knowing when they are doing this and when they're not is part of media literacy. Assuming that no author has ever endorsed a bad thing is how you fall for proper gander. It's not media literacy to always assume that nobody ever has agreed with the morally reprehensible ideas in their work.

Sometimes, authors are endorsing something, and you need to be aware when that happens, and you also need to be aware when you're doing it as an author. All media isn't horny dubcon fanfic where you and the author know it's problematic IRL but you get off to it in the privacy of your brain. Sometimes very smart people can convince you of something that'll hurt others in the real world. Sometimes very dumb people will romanticize something without realizing they're doing it and you'll be caught up in it without realizing that you are.

Being aware of this is also media literacy. Being aware of the narrative tools used to affect your thinking is media literacy. Deciding on your own whether you agree with an author or not is media literacy. Enjoying characters doing bad things and allowing authors to create flawed or cruel characters for the sake of a story is perfectly fine, but it is not the same as being media literate. Being smug about how you never think an author has bad intentions tells me you're edgy, not that you're media literate. You can't use one rule to apply to all media. That's not how media literacy works. Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Aheem heem. Anyway.

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The Heat

MDNI!🔞

Pairing: Aged¡Up¡Neteyam x Fem¡Omatikaya¡Reader

Synopsis: Reader goes into heat and Neteyam being the good boy he is helps her ofc

Warnings: SMUT, breeding, cussing

A/N: Well guys I couldn’t contain myself from writing a reader in heat fic and y’all wanted Neteyam to be the lucky man so here ya go!🤭 Also sorry it’s taken so long! Hope you enjoy and Happy Valentines Day 💌

W/c: 2.5k

The day started off like usual. You woke up and got ready for the day, fixing your everyday beads into your hair and freshening up with some some oils. You were still living in your parents hut despite their efforts to get you married off, so in turn you had to do the same amount of work they did, maybe even more since they were getting older.

You had a good bit of chores to do today — helping your mother weave a couple more loincloths for your family, helping your little brother practice his English, and the timeliest chore of all, going to the outskirts of the forest to collect yovo fruit.

You’d decided to leave that chore for last, going in the afternoon soon after you’d had lunch with some of your friends. You asked if any of them could go with you to keep you company and help, but they all had their own things to do for today.

And so you started on your way, basket in hand and some supplies to help you with the picking. You figure it shouldn’t take you anymore than about 2-3 hours so you could be back in time to help your mother prepare dinner.

…

You knew you were over halfway there, you recognized a little pond that you’ve mentally noted as a halfway mark whenever you’d had to do this before. There was no sign of any Na’vi out here which was a little nerve racking but you knew how to protect yourself if there was any danger to come, having your bow on your back and knife on your hip.

Then you suddenly felt a sting in your lower stomach. Your ears perked up at the feeling but you kept walking, assuming it would go away.

But then you felt your temperature rise, sweat starting to form on your hairline. Your hands were clammy and you felt a bit dizzy. This made your heart drop because now was not the time to fall ill, though you were confident someone would come find you if you weren’t back by eclipse.

You found a rock and decided to sit on it and try to catch your breath. You were trying not to freak out but you didn’t know what was wrong.

The stinging was getting worse and turned more into a sharp aching, making you wince at the uncomfortableness. Your breath was quickly picking up and your mouth went dry.

You opted to kneel onto the ground, hunching over in pain. And then that’s when you realized — you must be in heat. These were all the tell-tale signs of a heat, which you had never experienced before.

You mentally cursed at the horrible timing. You knew you needed the Tsahik to help you but here you were, stranded in the deep forest.

It was rapidly getting more intense and you were losing all your thoughts. Your brain and body was turning to mush and your pupils dilated, you knew your control and rationality was slipping away.

Trying to find relief, you tugged off your loincloth and jeweled top. It cooled you down for a second, but only for the desperate need to keep spreading more intensely all throughout your body.

You knew what you needed and it was all that consumed your mind. You were no stranger to sex, you’ve had a few men. But this wasn’t about fun, casual sex — you needed to be bred and you felt it deep in your aching womb, as much as you would normally hate to admit that. But now you had no shame and were only focused on getting your sweet release.

…

Neteyam was out on patrol for the day and he didn’t mind this job. It consisted of walking near the borders and all around the uncommon areas in the forest. Usually he ran into no problems, so he didn’t complain about this duty. It was actually quite peaceful as it allowed him to be alone with his thoughts as he was out walking, still on high alert nonetheless.

He was just about to take a break from walking and dip his feet into a little pond he spotted when he smelled something unfamiliar. He didn’t recognize the scent but it was so good. His nose twitched as he tried to follow the sweet smell and then he heard a high pitch whine, like someone was in distress.

All his senses on alert, he carefully followed these distractions. And that was when he saw you.

He stumbled back in shock as he took in the scene before him. You were naked and drenched in sweat, straddling a large rock and grinding mercilessly on it, covering it in your juices and sweat. You were whining so much it looked like you were crying, clearly being tortured. And he recognized you, he knew your name and would see you out occasionally but that was about it.

As he was trying to process what his eyes were seeing, your scent crept up into his nose, even stronger and heavy in the air. Your eyes were screwed shut so you hadn’t noticed him yet until you smelled him—earthy and musky like a man.

Your eyes flashed open and head snapped to find him standing, a small whine escaping your lips.

“Y/n?” He breathed out shakily, as if he couldn’t believe it was you who was really in front of him doing this.

“Neteyam!” You shouted in relief. You were completely gone at this point.

His ears shot up at the sound of his name, though concern filled his eyes at your state.

“I need your help,” you cried, almost sobbing right then.

His eyes looked around still trying to process it all. He realized you were in heat and needed to see the Tsahik so she could give you medicines to ease the pain until it passed. But Eywa, you looked so good. After all he was only a man and had his limits too, even as the golden child. He gathered his thoughts and cleared his throat.

“Y/n, you poor girl,” he said sympathetically, “I’m so sorry this has happened out here. Let me carry you back to the tsahik, okay?”

“Nooo! Can’t wait! I need you to help me, you know what I need!” You whined to him.

He really did feel bad for you, you looked pitiful. And your scent was still continuing to attack his nostrils, getting him high on you.

You weakly crawled over to him and clung onto his leg. “Please!! I’ll do anything! I’m sorry- but please just help me!!” You laid your head tenderly against his calf as your body was slightly shaking and planted a kiss on his leg.

His eyes grew wide at your display of submission and neediness. You were breaking him quickly. He prided himself on his self-control and discipline, having been able to always do the right thing. But you were making him hungry with desire, he wanted nothing more than to indulge in you and give you everything you wanted right now. But what would his or your parents think? He needed to calm you down and get you to someone else before he crumbled completely. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

“Sweet girl,” he cooed softly looking down at you, though his eyebrows were scrunched up and jaw was clenching from his own internal war of trying to resist you. “I know it hurts but I can run fast, let me get you to help!” He reasoned and tugged your arms.

“Teyam NO! I need to be fucked right now!” Now you really were crying in desperation.

He finally lost his restraint at your vulgar plead. He crouched down to your level and held your face gently in his hands, seriousness sketched on his face.

“You’re not in your right mind,” he shook his head and you felt a pang of disappoint for a moment, “but I will help you. As you wish” he whispered tenderly.

You were ecstatic that he finally agreed. You nodded your head vigorously and pounced on him, losing your patience. He grunted as you both fell back and you landed on him. You ripped off his loincloth. You were not yourself at all but this wasn’t registering in your brain. You just knew you needed dick, now.

His pretty face looked surprised and taken aback by your straightforwardness but it was quickly replaced by his own desperation to have you.

You grabbed his dick and grinned from ear to ear, you were impressed with his size and couldn’t wait to have him in you. He propped himself on his elbows to watch you. You eagerly positioned him to your entrance, ready to lower yourself.

“Shit baby, just wanna get right to it, huh?” He commented and let out a weak chuckle, though he wasn’t really complaining.

“Mhmm, can’t wait Teyam” you whimpered.

He nodded his head in understanding and placed his hands on your hips to encourage you on. “Go on, sevin” he urged you. He knew you were using him but he didn’t mind and wanted to help you.

You sank down on him, marveling in the sensation. His cock gave the perfect amount of drag on your walls as you went lower and lower until your hips met. Both your jaws were slack and he groaned at the feeling.

“So fucking tight and wet” he grunted, “you’re gonna drive me crazy”

You moaned in response and tightened around him. He didn’t fail to notice you squeezing him after he spoke.

“You like what I’m sayin, huh? You like being talked to?”

“Yes, please!”

“Start riding me, take whatever you need.”

You wasted no time in obliging his request. You sat up and slammed back all the way down, taking all of him once again. You moaned in unison at the sweet friction.

Picking up the pace, you began bouncing on him. You planted your hands onto his chest for stability and he grabbed your wrists to hold them in place.

“F-fuck! Mmmm yeah, you’re doing so good, y/n” he praised you, urging you on.

You were a moaning mess above him, not even able to form words at the moment. His cockhead was hitting your cervix each time and the pleasure was consuming every nerve in your body. It was all you could think about.

You were creaming all over him, it coated his lower stomach and thighs, making unholy noises. You could feel your release approaching and he could feel his too, as his dick began to twitch inside of you.

“Teyam! Gonna- gonna cum!!” You announced to him.

“I know babe I know, do it!! I am too- shit!” He squeezed his eyes shut, his orgasm overtaking his body.

As soon as you felt his seed shooting into you and heard his low whimpers of pleasure, that was all you needed to get to completion too.

“Ahh! Fuck, fuckkkk!” You screamed so loud they could probably hear you back at the village. You convulsed around his length, milking him dry. You rode out your high on him, not even caring that you were overstimulating him as he was writhing on the ground below you.

You slumped onto him after you got what you wanted. Your bodies were sweating and slippery against each other, hearts pounding and panting into each others ears.

After a few seconds, you still felt the aching in your womb wanting more. You rose up to look at him and try to beg for more, hoping he would grant your request.

“You had enough?” He asked. He looked pussy drunk and you loved that it was yours that got him this way.

“No.. need more” you cried shamelessly and harshly sniffed his scent in like it was a drug.

“Okay sweetie,” he began as he secured you in his arms and rose up to his feet effortlessly. Eywa, he was so strong. “Let me fuck you properly. My way.”

He backed you up against a tree, still holding you up with his big, bulky arms. You knew he was muscular of course but you had never been this close to him. You went from barely being acquaintances to getting real close, real fast. It definitely would never be the same after this.

His length was already rock hard again, no doubt because of your strong pheromones suffocating him and putting him under your spell. By Eywa, you were making him an animal too. He wanted to make you cum over and over again, screaming his name.

He grabbed his dick with one hand and slid it across your abused, puffy cunt. He loved the sight and wanted this moment etched in his mind forever.

“So, so pretty y/n. You should’ve let me do this a long time ago. Guess I didn’t catch your eye” he stated jokingly.

“You’re the olo’eyktan’s son.. I figured you’d never have time for someone ordinary like me”

“Ordinary?? You just made me cum embarrassingly soon, I think that’s rather impressive and special” he chuckled. You laughed too. Gah, he was so handsome.

Bringing you out of your daze, he pushed his dick inside you. You were still wet with yours and his release so it glided easily. You instantly let out a long moan at being full of him again.

His ears were peeled back and he was biting his lip to try to suppress his own sounds of satisfaction. He was definitely pussy whipped.

He started his pace and it simply felt like heaven. Your pussy was already more sensitive from previously orgasming so the pleasure was intensified and downright addicting.

You were moaning and whimpering incoherently and he was watching your perfect, round tits bounce like he was in a trance.

“Damnit girl” he gritted through his teeth, struggling to keep any sort of composure “You’re so good. Doing so good for me”

He finally took the opportunity to kiss you on the lips. He was warm and sweet on your tongue, you let him take over your mouth and moaned through the kiss. You wanted to scream from the pleasure but he made you take his kiss.

You were getting near and he could tell by the way you squeezed him. He wanted to cum with you so he started jackhammering up into you, holding onto you so you wouldn’t fall out of his grasp from the aggressive thrusts flinging you about.

“Ohhhh! My Eywa! It’s too much!” You cried out, words broken up slightly from the air getting knocked out of you.

“You can take it! Cmon take it for me, sevin!” he pleaded desperately with you.

You came undone over him and shook violently. The pleasure coursed through every inch of you and you cried out his name over and over again. His name on your pretty lips was more than enough to push him over as well. He let out his load into you and pushed it all the way back to your cervix.

He crashed onto you and you were squished between the tree and his heavy, brawny body. You didn’t mind the squeeze though, you loved how huge he was and how small he made you feel.

He was lowly humming in satisfaction. Weakly, he lifted his head up to look at you, you were so close you were nose-to-nose. Both your expressions were of being fucked out and pure bliss.

His hooded eyes filled with lust searched your eyes. “Another round?”

…………….

Taglist: @professional-yapper @neteyamssyulang @nonamevenus

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Picking Up a Stray

bottom!ftm Miguel x top!male reader

🕷️ Word Count: 863 🕷️

[Part Two] | AFAB Language Used

i just woke up from a very very very long sleep and wrote this within an hour, i proofread it but there's probably a few mistakes 😭

CW: Non-Con to Con, Vibrator, Public Sex, Squirting, Virginity Loss, Blood, Creampie, miguel has a rape kink

Miguel’s doing errands with a vibrator lodged in his cunt and he's trying so hard to pretend like it doesn't feel good. Like he doesn't want to fall to the floor and let it do its thing, make him come and moan like the slut he is. He takes a shortcut to the last store on his list, determined to get this done. Lyla warns him that he won't make it but he doesn't listen. He turns the wrong way despite Lyla giving him directions, he’s distracted by the rapid buzzing in his pussy and mindlessly walks into a dead end. Nobody seems to come this way. He could rest here for a moment and no one would see him. Lyla tells him not to, she has the directions for the closest bathroom and urges him to hold out a bit longer. He can't. He falls to the ground along with his bags and gives in to the vibrator, even stroking his erect t-dick through his pants to expedite the process. He had no reason to though, as he squirts only moments later.

Lyla tells him he's no longer alone and his eyes shoot towards the exit. Fuck. He’s screwed (literally). You walk towards him and look down at him. "Today must be my lucky day." You whistle, grabbing his shirt and lifting him up. Miguel considers himself a pretty heavy guy, the fact that you can pick him up is terrifying.

"Leave me alone." He growls. He can’t feel Lyla anymore. He doesn't know what happened to her but he’s all alone now.

"Don’t act like you don't want this, kitty." You pull down his pants and then his panties, his slick is hesitant to part with the fabric, sticking to it almost like a spider web.

"I don't!" He yells. He tries to move around and fight you but to no avail. You’re determined to fuck him. You shove your fingers inside him, making him moan, and pull out the vibrator. You bring it to your face, taking in the smell before licking up all the slick it's collected. You drop it on the ground and free your hard cock with just one hand.

Miguel's breath hitches when he sees your length. It’s thick, veiny, and long. Screw what he said before. He wants this. He’s always had a fantasy like this, where he gets raped by some rando with a big dick. He never thought he'd actually want it. But maybe part of him did, maybe that's why he decided to use a vibrator today. He wanted the thrill, the possibility of getting caught and having to take responsibility for it.

Despite this revelation, he continues to act like he doesn't want it. He pretends to be angry as you push him against the wall and lift him into the air, his legs held up by your strong hands. He looks down and watches you rub your cock along his messy pussy, your precum drips down onto his womb, making him twitch.

"please.." He whimpers. "Please don't." He continues his facade, getting insanely turned on when he sees your reaction.

"Oh, kitty, even if you cry, I won't let you go. It’ll only make me want you more." You bring your tip to his entrance. He gulps. He's going to lose his virginity to a stranger in an alleyway. Why does he love that so much? You shove your length into him, making him throw his head back. He bites his lip, holding back his moans. You let out a curse. "You’re tight. So, so fucking tight.." You dig your nails into his flesh and start pounding into him. Miguel covers his mouth with his hands, tears starting to fall thanks to the pain of losing his virginity. He knows he's bleeding and he loves it. He's unbelievably horny right now.

You look down at where the two of you meet and notice a coat of cum and blood on your shaft. "This is your first time?" You ask, voice shaky. He nods, sniffling. "Shit." You fuck him even rougher, excited to be the one who took his virginity. Miguel can't help but come, squirting hard. "You like this, don't you?" You smirk, licking your lips. "It's okay, kitty, be honest." You pry his hands away.

Miguel whimpers. "I lo- love it~" He moans.

You chuckle. "Of course you do." You bring him into a kiss and despite his inexperience he happily reciprocates it. He feels your thrusts losing their rhythm, does that mean…? His pussy convulses around your length, excited to be filled up with your cum. The feeling of that quickly brings you to your orgasm.

You pull away from the kiss and look at his blissed out expression. "I don't typically take in strays but I'll make an exception for you." You pull out of him and put his clothes back on, forcing him to walk around with your cum inside him. Not that he doesn't want that. He looks at you as you grab his hand, he’s barely aware of what's happening. He lets you take him to your home, leaving his bags in the alleyway.

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Yes, My Lord (Burnt Darth Vader x FemPetReader)

Summary: After suffering defeat at the hand of his old master, Vader takes out his anger and frustration on you, his perfect pet.  Over and over, you take it so well…loving every delish minute of it.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.  Size difference, stomach bulge, Dom Lord, Sub Reader…and Vader’s big dick. 

Notes: Told you, don’t tempt me to write a good time with Daddy Vader...because I totally did it! This is a Burnt Vader fic.  A certain thing is still intact and has been ‘enhanced’ by the dark side of the force. I would also love to know what you all thought of this...if you would possibly like to see more Vader fics!!!

- You don’t know what occurred. You’ve learned it’s better not to ask questions when it comes to your lord’s comings and goings. Just do as you’re told and happily take everything that’s given to you.

- Vader had come storming into his bed chamber. Raw anger radiating from his massive form. His breathing was more labored than usual. Mask partially shattered, revealing some of his handsome, scarred face.

- He says no words, merely snaps his long fingers and you obediently come scampering to his side. You’re his perfect pet, his personal cocksleeve, his little slut. You’ll do whatever he demands of you…and love every minute of it.

- You should be horrified, absolutely terrified of him. Yet as you strain your neck to gaze up into that dangerous, golden eye; you can already feel the arousal rising inside of you. The dampness growing between your legs.

- “Welcome home, my lord,” you purr, placing a tiny hand on his thick abdomen. “How may I serve you?”

- A half-twisted smile is his answer.

- And so, there you were…being bounced on your lord’s large lap. Your legs having gave out some time ago.

- You’ve lost track of the number of times you’ve cummed, along with him. But Vader still grips your hips ever so tightly with his big, gloved hands. Bruising them, marking you as… “Mine. Mine to use. Mine to destroy.”

- Effortlessly he lifts you on and off his colossal cock. Deliciously splitting you open. Making your stomach bulge from his size…and the amount of cum he’s already pumped into you. “S-So big… S-So full…”

- The noises coming out of your mouth are nothing but whorish. Oh, how you loved being used like this. Your little cervix thoroughly abused. Your tight pussy utterly ruined. “Yes, and you’ll take it all…every last inch, every last drop.”

- The searing heat begins to grow in your core once more. Your walls clenching around him, while he hits that sweet spot inside of you over and over. “M-My lord!” You whined, desperately holding onto his huge arms.

- He lets out a raspy chuckle. “What is it, pet?”

- His voice, that name…they sent shivers of pleasure down your spine. “I-I’m going to…”

- “Cum? Again already?” He asks coldly, his thrust picking up speed. “Such a pathetic, little slut.”

- You whimper as you feel invisible fingers brush against your neglected clit. Toying and teasing the poor nub. Making tears prickle the corners of your eyes. Bringing you closer to your release. “P-Please, my lord! P-Please, let me…”

- “Cum for me then!” He spat, his hips bucking wildly beneath you. “Let me hear your sweet cries!”

- “Ye-Yes, my lord!” You scream as another orgasm overcomes you. Your cunt clamping tightly, your juices soaking his pants, your body falling limp in his strong hold.

- With a deep growl he slams you down hard, driving his cock deeper. Shooting ropes of hot cum into your greedy pussy. Leaving you blissfully sobbing uncontrollably, until…

- A phantom hand squeezes your throat. He guides your hips, lifting you off his length…only to fall back down onto it. You helplessly mewl. You can feel that he’s still painfully hard…that Vader is nowhere near finished using you. “Stop making that pitiful noise. You can easily fit another load inside of that pretty, little womb of yours.”

- “Yes, my lord.”

- You don’t know what occurred, you’ve learned it’s better to not ask questions when it comes to your lord’s comings and goings. Just do as you’re told and happily take everything that’s given to you. Even if it means you’ll be too sore and so impossibly full of his cum that you won’t be able to move for the next day…or two.

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The Fragile Ones

Relationship: Morpheus/reader One shot - 1.1k words Warnings: Character death, pregnant reader, tragic death, No HEA, hurt no comfort Endless aren't meant to love such fragile things.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, you think. Or maybe it was, maybe it was all part of the plan, and everything was falling right into place. You weren’t sure. You weren’t really sure of anything, actually. You could vaguely hear people shouting. The sun was high in the sky, beating down on you, dancing across your skin that felt unusually cold. What were you doing? You weren’t sure of that either. Someone was talking to you, leaning over your body and blocking out the sun. The back of your head kind of hurt, but for some reason you couldn’t lift your arm to rub the sore spot. Your arm laid limply on your swollen stomach, where your child slept. Your child. The appointment. That’s what it was, you had an appointment. A 20-week ultrasound, you were going to see your baby. What’s happened? Your mind is fuzzy, frozen in a time loop as you stumbled over everything in your mind. “Asshole drove off.” Someone said behind you. 

“Everything’s going to be okay, 911 is coming.” That was a stranger’s voice. There was a stranger speaking to you. Why? You tried to turn your head to look at them but were met with a chorus of rejections. 

“Try not to move.” Your brain suddenly roars to life and your breath catches as pain radiates through your body. Your child. The appointment. The car. You hadn’t seen it, you remember now. You had been in a crosswalk, weren’t crosswalks safe? It had come around the corner so fast, you’re not sure you could even tell someone what color it was. You moved your other hand, the working one, to cradle your belly. You tapped, just barely. Move. Please, move. Your stomach was still. Quiet, like maybe your baby was still sleeping. She did that a lot, in the middle of the day. She was a night owl, staying up so she could listen to her father read sonnets to her inside your womb. 

“Dream.” You croak, to no one. To none of these strangers who have any idea who you’re calling out to. “M-Morpheus. Dream of the Endless.” You try again. Your tongue wets your lips, and you taste blood. Salt, and metal. It makes your head spin. You were cold, and it was July. A hot, sticky day in July. The kind of day where popsicles melted if you didn’t eat them fast enough, where the air was heavy like a wet blanket. You shouldn’t be cold. The feeling wraps it's icy fist around your throat. You think you can feel the earth tilting. You're dying. You see the flicker of a black coat out of the corner of your eye and a sob shakes your chest. He’s here. 

His eyes are wild. You’re not sure what’s happened to the strangers, but their voices have all but fallen away. He leans over you, fingers grasping your chin as he speaks your name, once, twice, and then a third. You try to crack your lips into a smile. 

“Hello handsome.” You manage to string the two words together that you used when you tried to pick him up at The New Inn. A lightweight, emboldened by a recent breakup, you had sauntered over to where he sat with Hob and offered to buy him a drink. He had looked taken aback by your presence. Offended almost. Hob likes to joke now that it was love at first sight, but you knew better. You and Dream’s relationship grew, over time, with patience, and a lot of miscommunications. You had been infatuated with each other from the start, sure. But you had been seeing each other for nearly six months before he told you who he actually was, and even then, he only gave you half the story. 

“I’m here.” He’s frantically looking around. “I’m right here.” 

“It hurts.” You try to explain. 

“I know, I know it does. It will be alright. You will both be okay.” 

“She’s sleeping.” You whisper to him, your fingers desperately trying to grasp onto his jacket. The tears in his eyes are falling down onto your neck. He makes a choked sound, horrific to your ears, it’s wet and guttural and pained. One of his hands desperately presses to your belly, clutching onto you while the other strokes hair from your face. He’s so beautiful, you muse. How can something be so beautiful? 

“Yes.” He tells you, and his lips tremble against your forehead. “She is sleeping.” 

“I hope she’s warmer than me.” You mumble. 

“She’s very warm. You’ve kept her safe, and warm, and she cannot wait to meet you. Her mother.” 

“D’ you, you think she looks like you?” His eyes squeeze shut. Your vision is kind of blurry, but you think his face is wet. He makes a pained sound in his throat. 

“No, my love. I think she looks like you, I think she will be just as beautiful as you.” 

“I still want to name her Ophelia.” His hand blankets yours overtop your belly. 

“Ophelia is perfect.” 

“You lie. You hated it, last time.” Your face feels wet too, you realize. Are you crying? “Dream. I can’t… I can’t really feel.” The words are sticky on your tongue, like they’re having trouble forming. 

“That’s okay. Keep your eyes open. I’m going to take you home.” His voice has an edge of determination to it and you wonder what he means. Surely, you’re dying, aren’t you? And you’re definitely not asleep. How could he get you to The Dreaming? You see his sister over his shoulder. You’ve always thought she had the kindest face. You’ve always wondered, how it must feel to see her and know. Turns out, it’s not so terrible. Dream whirls, still crouched, his body creating a physical barrier between the two of you. 

“No.” his voice snaps like a whip. Her façade cracks, and she kneels beside him when he turns back to you. 

“I’m so sorry, little brother.” 

“No. No, please.” His hand is iron around yours, like a tether, a chain to him and this realm. 

“I love you.” Your hand tries to find his. 

“No. I do not accept this.” His eyes light with rage as he hisses at Death. Her eyes close as she shakes her head. “Please. Please, sister.” 

“Dream. There is nothing I can do.” 

“Let me bring them into The Dreaming.” 

“It’s too late, you know this.” He covers your body with his, face pressed into your cheek. 

“I love you.” You tell him again, watching as he pulls back to look at you. He strokes your cheeks with his thumbs. 

“I love you, my sweet girl. I will see you again. Both of you.” His lips press to yours desperately as you feel another hand take yours. She’s ready for you. His soft caress is the last thing you feel as your soul severs from your body, holding Death’s hand as you walk together into the dark. 

[sweetwriter]

Oh To Love

by Sweetwriter

I often feel like Hephaestus, the throwed away one; the ugly one; the crafter. People only care about the craft and never the crafter. 

I write this story, as a manifestation of a love I would like to receive. 

Hephaestus!Reiner x black reader (at certain points)

this chapter and a couple other chapters are going to be build ups to the love story of Reiner x YN

Heads up: abandonment, self hate, rejection, shame, angst, fluff, maybe smut (later) idk, happy ending :)

This story is based off the poem by Nikola Gill the story of Hephaestus 

“He is dismembered! He will bring shame to my womb” 

Hephaestus hears this conversation, ears pressed against the marble doors.  Looking down at his legs, they didn’t look different to him- I guess it should make sense that the rest of the Pantheon just chooses to completely ignore him. He thought that it was the fact that he wasn't as confident as his brother, Ares or well loved like his half brother, Heracles; nor was he wise like his half sister Athena. But, he thought that people did not mind, he is still young finding his way. 

“You know it is rude to eavesdrop, Hephaestus.” He turns around to see Aphrodite, his aphrodite. He had loved her for as long as he has known what love was. 

“They are talking about my appearance again. How come they never talk about my projects- the very crown she has on her head is a design I created.” He sighs. It has been a time where Hephaestus has conceded that he is gifted in crafts work. He often spent time mining near volcanoes to search for precious gems he will use for his next project. It is nearing his birthday, no one really remembers, so he decided to make a gift for himself.  

“Appearances are everything to an Olympian, we are perfect beings, when one is imperfect, what will that do to the Pantheon” she says softly. Hephaestus notices she often does that, she is harsh with her words and soft with her voice, it does not stop the sting, instead it prolongs it. He is use to the harsh tone. Soft tones are tattooed in his mind forever, for how can forget kindness. But as he grows, he questions whether softness is equivalent to kindness. 

“He looks like a beast because of your transgressions, whoring your love out to whatever you please but your wife. You have put shame on me, and I refuse to accept such thing as a son of mine.” Hera shouted, All Hephaestus saw was his mother storming his way with anger in his face, “mother, what are you” that was all he remembered. 

As he fell that day, all the pain and suffering settled in his chest; The humiliation of being discarded. “Who would want me if Olympus does not desire my presence?” Hephaestus questioned himself for hours as he fell. All the pain and suffering marinating into his bones, the agony wearing down his godly bones. 

He spent his 14th birthday falling from his godliness. His age progressed and his pride of being Olympian diminished.

When he hit the ground his heart rate picked up speed. Gods can not get hurt or feel pain, they say. The agony of falling must’ve weakened his goldy pride because when he fell. Everything held dearly, fell along with that: the pride of being his parent’s child, to be the sibling of all he cares for, the love of another. 

He felt as if his immortal life was over, that there was nothing that he needed to look forward to, all he had to do was aimlessly wander the earth. What he did not expect, was when Hephaestus was thrown off of Olympus and to the mortal realm, he experienced something he had never experienced, love. 

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A/N: HANBDJBFSB sorry it took me so long to get back to writing, I wanted to write all the parts out and then post them individually. I feel less stressed when all the parts are already saved and such. But yeah- leave notes or feedback or anything. maybe even some other mythology x anime ideas. Let me knooooowww

with love,

sweet writer

[metacrisisdoctor]

Lying with this love, that’s where he’ll be

an alien intruder makes itself known in the tyler household. for the @tentoorosemicrofics challenge. i used “icy” as the prompt. cookies for anyone who understands what the title is a refence to!

1.7k. family fluff. post empire of the wolf.

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Like most things, it will all make sense in retrospect. Or at least some of it will.

The situation is starting to come into focus now, really- the thought of what could be happening so terrifying Rose can only mentally kick herself for letting the Doctor wander off into the snow to get her some aspirin for her cramps.

("Never doubt my love for you, Rose Tyler. This stuff could kill me.")

Well- what she had thought were period cramps.

Cramps have never felt this bad though, and the only thing Rose can focus on is the terrified look on her daughter's face. And the pain. Oh God, the pain. Splitting pain radiating from her womb and spreading, spreading, spreading until she can barely walk over to the sofa, even with Mia holding her arm and leading the way with a patience no teenage girl can muster unless they're really scared.

It's then that is clicks. The only time she's ever felt this pain was seventeen years ago.

She's in labour. And she hadn't even known she was pregnant.

This universe has a sense of humor, doesn't it? Hard to deny that now.

For years Mia had begged them for a sibling, and they'd tried. Of course they had. Many times, without complaint. Sometimes multiple times a day, as due diligence. They had a name picked out and everything, the perfect name. And when the Doctor saw a tiny suit or miniature converse, he couldn't help but bring them home.

They'd tried until they could say that one child was miracle enough, and after a while Mia had contended herself with an orange cat that the Doctor pretended to hate and playdates with Tony.

They were happy. They are happy. 

Happiness comes and goes, however. In this moment, happy is certainly not the term she would use.

The contraction that takes a hold of her is so intense that her knees give out. It increases until she can't help but scream in agony while Mia holds her waist. A drop of sweat falls into Rose's eye and blurs her vision when she opens her eyes. The room seems bigger than it ever has, the couch never so bloody fucking stupidly far.

"Don't die," Mia whimpers. Rose can feel her daughter's arms trembling, and she knows she's crying. There is nothing Rose wants more than to comfort her, to stand up straight and tell her that she's fine. That she isn't dying. But she can barely string together three words.

Three words are better than none, "I'm gonna alright." 

Mia sniffles, "I love you, Mummy."

And blimey, Mia hasn't called her anything other than "Mum" or "whatever," in ages. It's enough to to make her laugh, tears springing to her eyes at how young Mia sounds. But it makes her heart hurt too. Mia really thinks she’s watching her die. 

The pain ebbs into a dull ache, giving her enough reprieve to say those words back and keep moving. When they finally make it to the sofa, Rose pulls her phone from her pocket to call her husband. Her hands are slick with sweat and the device slips from her hands like butter and clatters to the floor.

Rose curses, taking a deep breath. "I need you to call your father. He should be back soon, he just went to the store but we should warn him... before he gets home."

Mia's eyes are as wide as saucers despite the sleep lines on her face and her messy braid. Guilt twists inside Rose again. She had hoped this, whatever it was, wouldn't wake her. But it did, of course it did. She was having a baby for Christ's sake.

"Warn him about what?! We don't even know what's wrong. We have to get to the hospital."

A furious shake of the head has Mia's mouth closing back up. She lifts her hips and starts tugging her sweatpants down. "No time. Baby's coming."

"Baby?! Since when are you pregnant?!"

"Hell if I know!"

Just then fresh, freezing air spreads throughout the room, cooling Rose's burning skin as the Doctor bursts through the door. The small bag of pain killers and crisps in his hand looks equal parts ridiculous and terribly endearing. He has snow on his shoulders, piled on the blue wool of his coat, soaking his cotton jim jams and stuck to his hair.

He's panting like he's been running, his own terrified expression mirroring Mia's- but it's clear that he heard every last bit of their exchange before opening the door.

"I already called him," Mia explains, tapping her temple a bit smugly, "with my mind."

Before Rose can respond something cheeky about their alien mind connection the pain rips through her again, and she slides off the sofa and onto the floor with a groan. She tastes blood and realizes she's biting her cheek. 

Snow tracks across the room as he makes his way over to them. He quickly shrugs off the coat and kneels on the floor in front of his wife. His hands are cold as ice and Rose flinches when he gently touches her thigh, then leans down to have a look.

"Oh hello," he croons, before looking back up and smiling widely. "You're crowning. I can see the head. Looks like I'm right on time for once."

"I didn't know," Rose sobs, thinking of all the glasses of wine she's had. The prenatal pills she should have taken- especially at her age. It's hard to know exactly how old she is anymore, but above forty is a good guess. She thinks of the spotting she had taken as her period, as menopause kicking in.

The small, tiny bulge that she had thought was bloating. But it was a baby, their baby, somehow hidden away in her own body.

How could she have been so blind?

"Rose, I know what you're thinking but it's alright. None of us knew. But I don't think our child wants to be ignored any longer, eh?"

They share a small smile and Mia nods in agreement, pushing the sweaty hair away from her mothers face. Rose attempts to pull her hand from Mia's but the teenager refuses to let go, determined. "I'm not leaving."

It's all goes so fast then, nothing like her seventeen hour long labour of years past. The silence of the night is filled with the sounds of one small, (mostly) human life making it's way home.

"Come on, you're doing so well. Just one big one for me."

Her red, blotchy face scrunches as she pushes one more time.

"I'll catch you," the Doctor says, and she knows he's not talking to her anymore. Suddenly, she really really want to meet her baby. It's as if she can't wait another second to hold them. Besides her Mia gasps and let's go of her hand, finally, to whip off her favourite pink hoodie for the Doctor to wrap the baby in.

Just like that it's over. Her husband makes a sound of victory, between a sob and cheer. The room is suspiciously silent though, and she sits up straighter, trying to get a look at them despite her pain and confusion. The entire room smells like copper.

Her voice is raw and trembling when she speaks, "Why isn't he crying?"

He's so small, the chock of brown hair on his head the only thing making him seem bigger than he is. 

Fear contracts around her heart like scar tissue, old memories of children they have both lost in their time apart bubbling to the surface of the ocean of her mind and threatening to pull them down into an abyss she doesn't know if they could ever come back from. She watches as the Doctor rubs circles on the baby's back, his face tense. After what feels like an eternity, a piercing cry fills the room.

"That's more like it," the Doctor chuckles, his voice thick with unshed tears. Relief courses through her entire being, her arms opening instinctively. "I think he was asleep."

It makes sense doesn't it? At least in her mind it does. Mia had been non-stop energy, dancing on her bladder at all times. Takes after her father. Maybe this one shares her love for sleeping in. But even if he doesn't, she doesn't mind one bit.

"Where have you been hiding?" She murmurs as their son is place on her chest, wrapped in his sisters love, delivered from his father's hands. The three of them sit in stunned, awed silence until he settles, making small snuffled sounds into Rose's sternum. 

Mia's words are accompanied by a small giggle. "A little stowaway, he is." She tugs the fabric that obscures his slimey little face down to run a fingertip over his features, amazed that her little brother has finally made an appearance.

Rose marvels at how well the Doctor is taking this, how perfect the timing is. He had been so afraid to be a father again. If it hadn't been for Tony, maybe he would have been able to open his heart to this part of himself again, but she's so glad he did. Fatherhood fits him like a glove, like he was born for it. But if Mia had been a surprise, she doesn't know how he would have reacted. 

Everything worked out just as it should have, it seems.

In a few moments they will rush to the hospital, they'll call Jackie and tell her there won't be a Christmas party this year after all. There will be months of nappy changes, and sleepless nights and guilt followed by comfort. By happiness. By love. Always, always love.

Now, at three in the morning, there is a moment of complete serenity as snow continues to fall around their townhouse. The fireplace crackles. All old wounds heal.

A family of four, propped on the floor, nestled safely in their home.

"It's good to finally meet you, Jack." the Doctor whispers then leans toward and presses a kiss to Rose's brow, then one to Mia's before making his way back down to the newest member of their family. "And don't you dare let your grandmother think we named you after her. I'll tell you now, in fact, at two minutes old, that you were named after-"

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Somewhere in a world not much different than their own, Captain Jack Harkness suddenly looks up at the sky and smiles.

He doesn't know why.

[buckttommy]

About the infidelity, you mentioned at the end that it all falls apart, so what do you think would be the tipping point to break it. You'd already established that she knew they were cheating, so what broke it completely or did she just finally get tired of it?

um. you know. i was sitting here thinking about this question, kind of half-writing a fic to help me envision the scene, and i was like, hm. what is the tipping point? like if she's known, and she's known for ten plus fucking years, what would make her say enough is enough. and then i was trying to figure it out like okay. what's going through her mind all this time. who is she? who did she become in all of this?

her husband is fucking someone else. has been fucking someone else for the entirety of their relationship. how does that effect her? and it's like. okay, so she starts drinking. she's a good girl, catholic girl. has never once been the type to get drunk. even when she graduated college, she stuck to a margarita or two and that was it. but this? she drinks all the time now. it's becoming a problem. she carries a flask with her when she goes to and from picking up the kids from school even though she doesn't drink and drive. when she sits at the park and watches lillian and ramon run around, her fingers are always tapping away against the metal of the flask because somehow, this inanimate object has become more of a reliable presence than her own fucking husband, and she. gets jittery, anxious. when she doesn't drink in a while, and it's. it's angering because her life wasn't supposed to be like this. none of it was supposed to be like this and it's not. it's not fair that someone can claim to love you and then just come into your life and wreck it, wreck you, make you completely unrecognizable to yourself. and she hates it and she hates him and she feels. trapped. in this hollow fucking dead-weight existence.

anyways. it all comes to a head when she has a miscarriage. that's what it is. she has a miscarriage and she's at the doctor fucking. crying and bleeding while her husband is in her house getting his shit rocked by his best friend's cock and she knows that's what's happening. she knows it even though she can't see it because that's what always happens when she's gone because neither of them have the fucking decency to hide it. she has washed buck's come-stained underwear in her washing machine and she has emptied wastebaskets with used condoms and it makes her feel horrific and used and cheap like she was nothing more than a womb and a convenient piece of ass whenever her man -- sorry, buck's man -- decides he wants some pussy and she. well. it doesn't matter.

she gets home and buck is still there. she gets home and they're dressed and they're sitting on the sofa and they're watching netflix while her child passes through her body and he's still there and she's still miscarrying and he's still fucking there and she's just. done. she's done. it ends right there. right in that moment when she hears the "ba-dum" netflix screen pop up right before fucking love is blind comes on the screen and it's just. over. her marriage is dead, and maybe part of her is too. whatever.

she doesn't say anything until much later. months later, probably. she doesn't even tell eddie she was pregnant until she ends it. and he feels bad, of course. he feels guilty and heartbroken and his eyes well up with tears and all she can think about is breaking a bottle on the table and stabbing him with the broken ends over and over again until this nothing but blood and flesh and brain. but she doesn't. she doesn't because she has kids. and it doesn't matter if she's a fucking. afterthought to them. it doesn't matter if they like buck better. they're still hers. they're still hers and this is one thing eddie and buck do not get to take from her. they've stolen her sanity and her joy and her sobriety and her fucking dignity, but they won't take her commitment to her children.

so she calmly. calmly. tells him to pack his shit and get the fuck out of her house before she forgets that fucking commitment and slits his throat over the goddamn kitchen sink.

so he leaves.

and it's the first time in sixteen years that she's had some peace.

[bbyquokka]

bury the feelings

→ PAIRING: Seo Changbin x fem!reader

→ GENRE: angst | Changbin’s pov

→ SYNOPSIS: after having sex with reader, Changbin takes the time to reflect on his feelings.

→ WARNINGS: masturbation | one sided feelings | unrequited love | she/her pronouns

→ WORDS: 2.2k

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i love her.

i know the word love is a strong word, almost as strong as the word hate, but, you cannot help you fall in love with, right?

How long have i loved her for? Probably since forever, as soon as we came out off our mothers wombs. I dont believe in the red string of fate but im convinced that there is an invisible red string connecting the two of us.

Our families are pretty close with each other. Our mothers got pregnant around the same time with us both so they always went to each others scans and appointments – that kind of stuff. Because our families are so close, we automatically became close. Not that I'm complaining.

She's an only child, so growing up, she was treated like a princess. She was very shy and reserved, kept herself to herself. She'd also lean on me for support and comfort. When she would get picked on, I'd be the one to beat that person up for her. The scolding of my mother and teacher was worth because she felt safe – and she'd always give me a small kiss on the cheek as a thank you.

High school came around and we both kind of changed, in a way. We both went to different schools – neither of us liked that so i convinced my mother to change me to her school, which, surprisingly, worked. We have the same classes together, same food breaks, even the same circle of friends.

It was probably around this time, that i realized my feelings for her were more than just friends. She'd kiss my cheek, hold my hand, call me cute. Her smile and laugh was so contagious. Everything she did or said made my heart flutter – it also gave me a boner which lead me to confuse my feelings with the fact that im a horny, teen boy who has a female friend and is watching them grow up to be a beautiful woman.

Jisung and Chan, my two closest best friends, always teased me about my feelings. They said it was so obvious that i love her. 

"friends don't do half the things you do for her!"

"They don't beat up some random dude because they bullied someone."

"You're such a fool to her."

"Changbin, you're so blind to your feelings."

They're right. They're always right and as much of a pain as they both can be, they're good at giving advice. Just like how y/n falls onto me for support, i fall onto Jisung and Chan.

We both went our separate ways after high school. I went to university to study about the body and be a personal trainer. It killed me so much to be away from her but it also allowed me to recognise my feelings and to really think about it.

I started dating around this time. My first relationship only lasted a few weeks – mainly because she kissed someone at a frat party. Sure, it sucked but, i wasn't heartbroken, it was – whatever. after a few more failed relationships, i gave up, settling for one night stands because they're easier to deal with.

Me and y/n always spoke and kept in contact whilst i was in university. Little did i know, that i was going to do something so shameless. y/n sent me a selfie. she was in a changing room and needed some advice on a dress she wanted to buy. Its common for us to do this, so I thought nothing of it.

Until i saw her in that cute, pink strawberry dress. She looked so sweet and so innocent. The blood rushed down south and i couldn't help myself. I masturbated to her, to her selfie. I still feel shame to this day but no one has to know.

it was one of the best orgasms in my life, that, i kept doing it. I soon became addicted to it. Not just because of the feeling and how good the orgasm is – but because i get to close my eyes and pretend. Pretend that it's her. Pretend it's her hands around my cock, her sweet, innocent doll eyes looking at me sweetly before she takes me in her mouth. How she'd beg and silently moan whilst riding me. I corrupted her with my own mind. I took away her innocence with my mind.

Of course, those fantasies are kept a secret. I've finally come to terms with my feelings – that i, Seo Changbin am in love with y/n. I know my feelings are one sided, that much was proven when she got with Yang Jeongin. Oh boy, that was a ride.

I watched her health deteriorate. Her work life got pretty hectic which lead to her eating poorly and just not really looking after herself. As he best friend and someone who cares for her dearly, i couldn't watch that happen. I pestered her for months to join me at the gym, even explained that even if she changed her diet a little, she would notice a change.

My words fell on deaf ears. 

"I dont need to change, Binnie. You're worried over nothing."

"I dont fancy being a laughingstock at the gym."

I tried to convince her that people don't care at the gym, they're too absorbed in their workouts to even care, but she still didn't listen.

She texted me one day saying she would join me but only if i train her. I said absolutely! i was over the moon that she wanted me to train. Now, I'm able to show off a little, impress her with my knowledge! She sadly still had to pay full price but she didn't mind. I asked her why the change of heart and she told me that a family member made a comment which upset her.

I helped her train for a few months, helping her with her diet, her postures, telling her which muscles she would be working on. I wanted to impress her, I wanted her to feel something for me, just anything. When I saw her for the first time in workout clothing, I went home that same day and masturbated to her.

Its so shameful of me. I feel so consumed by my own feelings that I feel like I'm drowning, but I’m scared to tell her because I don't want to lose her. I know my feelings are one side anyways.

When Jeongin came onto the scene, that was the first time I ever felt angry and jealous. I told her online dating can be dangerous, but I trust she knows what she's doing. She first mentioned Jeongin when they had been talking for 2 days. She claimed she really liked him and was slowly falling for him

I personally found it ridiculous, but who am I to judge? she would go on and on about him, all day, every day. Tell me that he promises that they will live together, have babies together and get married. It made me sick with jealousy.

She'd tell me how he would call her beautiful, gorgeous, how he would hype her up when she was unsure of an outfit, how he would be there for her to lean on during her lowest times. How she felt – special with him.

But what about me?!

I say all them things!

I hype her up!

I'm there for her at her lowest!

hell, I even beat people up for her!

so what about me? does she feel special when she's with me?

wanted?

loved?

appreciated?

or am I just a friend to her?

I know i am just a friend. That's all i ever will be and i have to come to terms with that but i don't want to. I want to tell her so so much, but I'm so scared to lose her.

So why am i balls deep inside her in a public bathroom? because I'm a fool. because I'm thinking with my cock. because i wanted her for so long, that i took this chance with my greedy hands and snatched it.

I just wanted to pretend. Pretend that she is mine. Pretend that this sex, isn't just meaningless to her – because it isn't to me. I felt myself going feral. The way her cunt took me so well, like it was welcoming me inside. Her velvet walls squeezing my cock, her beautiful moans ringing in my ears.

I did take my anger out on her. I did take my jealousy out on her. I know she will be sore from how fast and powerful i was but, all i could think about was Jeongin and how he treated her, but also, how she treated me, unintentionally. At some point, I wanted to take a picture of her fucked out face and send it to that bastard to show him what he is missing.

Pathetic, i know.

she wanted to kiss me and as much as i wanted her soft lips against my own, i decided against it. kissing is seen as an intimate thing between two people who are in love. We're not intimate. This is just a 'quick' fuck. there is a reason why friends with benefits don't kiss and that's why.

I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have came inside her. Its so wrong of me – of us. I marked her inside, i claimed her as my own even when she isn't and never will be. Its bad enough i went in raw, but as soon as she said she's on birth control, that's it okay to cum inside, i lost it. I know protection isn't always 100%, that you should take extra precautions, but that went out the window when I entered her raw.

I lost my rationality. What I've wanted to do for so long, the pinnacle of my desires, i got to do. do i regret having sex with her? yes. yes i do. I wanted our first time to be special and romantic. To have feeling behind it but this – this was meaningless. Just some quick fuck in public

I came to my senses once my mind was calm and clear. I enjoyed it, a lot more than what i thought. And for some reason, that side of me just hoped. Hoped she would come back home with and we would have passionate and loving sex. Hope that she would realise that she loves me too and that's its not meaningless.

A man can dream.

Now I'm stood here, thinking "what the fuck have you just done, Seo Changbin?!"

As soon as she opened her mouth and said it was just some harmless fun, my heart broke into a million pieces. I cursed myself for thinking that we could have a happy ending out of this, like in the movies. But this is no movie, this is real life and once again, I've come back down to reality to face the fact that this was just some 'fun'. that my feelings will never be reciprocated.

I'm a coward, i know that. I had to make up an excuse. I couldn't face seeing her again and act all normal after what we just did. My mother isn't coming to town, she is still away working.

I'm sorry mother, for using you as an excuse to protect your sons pathetic heart.

I just walked out of there, leaving her confused and having to clean up my mess. I know i should have stayed. I know i should have helped her clean. i should have walked her back home because her muscles are probably screaming at her. Aftercare is just as important as sex. But again, i see aftercare as an intimate thing between two consensual adults who are in a loving relationship with one another.

That's not us.

the next day, i called in 'sick' at work, claimed i would be for a few days. She had to have a new trainer and she would text me how he didn't understand her the way i do.

of course i understand her. I've spend my whole life chasing after her, chasing after these feelings. I know her better than anyone else in this whole world!! It angers me how she can be so naïve but you cant force someone to love you, that's just wrong in so many ways.

I'm sorry and i hope one day, she will be able to forgive me for my childish actions. i did what i did to protect myself from any more heartbreak. The feeling of love is so powerful, its scary. It makes you do stupid stuff and say stupid things.

Id love to be with her in a romantic relationship. Id love to be able to come home and have her waiting for me. to be able to hold her and touch her tenderly. Show her how much she means to me and how much i love her. To be able to make love to her whenever i want to and not feel guilty about it.

Maybe its time though. Maybe its time for me to bury these feelings and just carry on as normal. It's better to have her as a friend than to not have her at all, right?

love is such a powerful emotion. it can make the most rational people do and say the most stupidest of things – and i am just a slave to it.

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Vanderwolf – “The 6.09” (Video Premiere)

Today I’m thrilled to bring everyone the latest video from Psych-folk artist, Vanderwolf, called “The 6.09.” The track is the second single off of Vanderwolf’s new album, The Great Bewilderment, out everywhere music is sold on March 13th. If you’re enjoying the latest single, please consider visiting the artist’s Bandcamp page here. I was also able to catch up with this talented songwriter for a brief interview below. You have had an extensive career managing live events, how has your career experience impacted your approach to music? My career as a musician precedes my producing live concerts and festival — and my life as a music-lover started straight out of the womb, so producing events is a comparatively brief but significant window. But there are many  things I observed and learned. Lessons that are stories and vice-versa. For instance, I had asked Jeff Beck to perform a 3-night career retrospective at the Royal Festival Hall in 2002. Initially, enthused about the idea, it all came to a crashing halt when I raised the possibility — if fact, the necessity–  of Jeff performing the music he made with the Yardbirds. I was a massive fan and I knew what it would mean to London music fans were it to happen. Jeff was not happy, and as politely as possible, he explained why it couldn’t happen — and how the original remaining members were simply not up for the viscerality of that body of music. I already had a plan. I asked- Jeff, what if I were to get the White Stripes to be your White Stripes?” His eyes lit up and he said if you can make that happen I’ll do it. I knew Jack a little bit– and I knew him enough to know he’d love to do it. So months later, and two days before the show, we blocked out two days of rehearsal in the Queen Elizabeth Hall. Anticipation was huge. And the vibe was great when Jack, Meg and bassist Jack Lawrence showed up. They immediately launched into Heart of Stone, Better Man Than I, I Aint Done Wrong. It was thrilling. I think they played everything one time. And almost simultaneously Jeff and Jack said, ”I think that’s good”. And that was it…they’d decided that being under-rehearsed was going to enable the most live and visceral performance possible — and they were absolutely correct. The set they performed that night was some of the most incredible live music I’ve ever heard….it was on the verge of falling apart and it was beautiful. They were listening intensely. Their eye contact was vital. They perfectly captured the essence and energy of the Yardbirds’ youthful recklessness. I learned something very valuable that night. There were lots of lessons like that I learned watching Ornette Coleman or Patti Smith or whoever.  Where did the idea for “The 6.09” come from, and what did it look and sound like as it came together in the studio? Well there’s The 6.09 song, and there’s the 6.09 video — and I think they address 2 very different but overlapping subjects. The song began as most of my  songs do, through things I was learning on the guitar. I can’t remember what it was at the time but as soon as that picking pattern and that chord sequence arose– I knew there was a story told. Story-songs are really hard to write. I was not happy. But there was no escaping it. The tune was begging for a narrative. I was still smarting after quite a few difficult years in my working life. I’d been banging my head against the wall and my bitterness was not a secret. SO my revenge was this story which is about work and what work does to us. It’s about how the workplace sets up political divides in its quest for self-perpetuation and validation. It’s about how quickly we become victims of our ambitions.But the video, conceived and directed by Alden Volney, addresses how social media and specifically, those relaxation videos, sedate us and distract us from an increasingly self-destructing world. Strangely, it’s a lot of fun. What does your songwriting process look like? It happens two ways. Typically, there’s something I’m trying… https://chorus.fm/features/vanderwolf-the-6-09-video-premiere/

[umbrayon]

You'd never thought you'd let it get this far.

Legs spread, panties off, my cock head pressed against your soaked pussy. You know that there's only one way this can go at this point, but that didn't have to be the case. We'd been having girls night for years and everything was normal. But a few months ago, something had changed.

It had started with the movies I'd pick. They'd drifted towards romance, and as the stories grew more and more intimate, the characters grew less and less clothed. You could have said something, but the movies were genuinely captivating, and it's not like it had to mean anything.

Just like our touching didn't have to mean anything. It was normal to hug each other. Cuddling while we watched our movies was just an extension of that. And if you felt me stiffen, so what? The movies were hot.

And our kissing didn't have to mean anything, either. A little peck on the cheeks is normal between friends- anyone who'd complain about that is reading way too far into it. And a little peck on the lips is basically as fine. Maybe a little less common, but we'd been friends for years. It's only natural we'd express our friendship a little more intensely than usual.

That was around the point where you stopped being able to justify it, though. The first couple times I lingered on one of our kisses, you thought it was strange. After that, when I started kissing more firmly, trying to kiss deeper and more intently, you could tell I was after more than just friendship. You didn't want to end it, though, and it's not like anyone had to know. Not like you hadn't been just a little curious over the years.

So you let it happen. And then you let groping your ass while we kissed happen. Let making out during the movie happen. Let touching you over your panties, under your panties, eating you out happen.

Then, you started taking the initiative. You weren't just letting things happen- you were making them happen. Kissing me out of nowhere, "forgetting" your underwear and making any excuse to bend over in front of me. But even when you were routinely getting on your knees to give me head while we watched our movies, you still clung to the excuse that we'd never crossed that final line.

You still did feel some amount of guilt. What we'd been doing wasn't okay. But you'd been able to convince yourself it wasn't really cheating. That you'd never let me go too far.

Except you had. You will. Staring up at me, breaths heavy with anticipation, you wait for me to drag you over the line. To thrust into you, cementing you unambiguously as a cheater, taking you for myself.

Eagerly, I oblige. I press into you, resting my hips against yours and letting us both get used to the feeling. I slowly drag myself out, then just as slowly sink back in, settling into a languid rhythm. You moan as our descent into depravity finally claims you.

I kiss you, filling your mouth with me as I start thrusting faster. My hands are grabbing you wherever they can, my fingers digging into your soft skin. I break the kiss and stare into your eyes, my expression betraying my fast-approaching orgasm. There's still time to pull out, to try to salvage some semblance of fidelity.

You can't have that.

You lock your legs around my waist and hold me in place as you grind into me. I groan as my lust finally boils over. You feel me throb as I deposit my load into you unprotected, claiming your womb with my cum. I collapse on top of you, panting, and smile. We gently begin making out as I pull out of you, my cum leaking onto the couch.

You've given yourself to me. And you can't wait to see how far we'll fall.

[taniaconm]

🍁Love and other words🍁

My heart is positively bleeding, in the best of ways.

This kind of feeling is what made me fall in love with reading. It’s amazing how picking my next read will make entire universes explode inside my chest.

I picked this book and was expecting just a cute, lovely romance story of two best friends watching in awe and dread their friendship transforming into something fiercer. Hungrier. Tender.

But this book went beyond my expectations.

There are a LOT of love stories going on in here.

I would like to mention my attention by the end of the book was on Macy and Elliot’s love story but also on the deepest and purest love Duncan had for Macy.

The book poke at my heart when Macy remember how her Dad would hug her mom, my heart melted when she said.

“His arms became a set of parentheses bracketing the sweetest secret phrase.”

This got me all teary eyed.

I would like also to mention a couple of lines that definitely got me sobbing, from the letters Macy’s mom left for her.

When she wrote:

“Every inch of your skin I made diligently, months I slaved over you. You are my master piece.”

My mother made a letter to me for when I turned 15 and this got me all emotional. Not just because I remember my own letter but because it’s indescribable beautiful how her mom declares she’s her master piece. How she dedicated months to take care of her on her womb.

💗Duncan and Macy💗

Their story is by far the greatest love story in this book, for me. The love a father has for her daughter is so tender, full of protectiveness and knows no limits. How he stopped smoking since her mom was pregnant was one of the most “simple” but heart exploding gestures he had with them.

Also the fact he learned how to do her hair even for special occasions. 🥹💗

The fact that he used his wife’s list of how to raise Macy as a Bible has my heart twisting in awe.

It was so so sad finding out what had happened on New Years to him. I couldn’t stop crying.

I knew Elliot had done something stupid like hooking up with Emma. But also felt like there was more to that night and the fact that Macy kept saying she didn’t like to drive gave me some idea she had been in a car accident… what I did not even imagine was it was this awful.

My best friend broke my heart 12 years ago (so you can imagine the shock it caused me to read something so alike), and it was me who blocked him everywhere even after he texted me “I love you.” We were fourteen at the time and haven’t really talked ever since. It was such a non sense thing I realized five years later how deeply it hurt to have lost him. I miss him still. But my heart ache can’t compare to what Macy went through. I could comprehend why she didn’t contact him again. But to know the truth… everything made sense then.

When she explains why she “hated” him and couldn’t find it in herself to forgive him. When she says that him hooking up with Emma was the least I knew something else had happened. But it was a low to the heart to read what happened.

I think I would have felt the same, feeling guilty about not making the call to let him know what had happened or staying the night. It happened so fast all of a sudden I couldn’t believe what was happening.

I keep Duncan Sorensen in my heart with what Macy said about him:

“I like your kind of quiet. Your heart isn’t quiet.”

I also loved that her mom was Brazilian and her dad was Danish. 🫰🏼

As someone who’s figuring out how to be an adult there was a frequent conversation with my friends about falling into routines and how tedious life can get. And then I get to the end of this book where although Macy has this demanding and time consuming job which she handled just fine with Sean, she finds herself excited to do all of it knowing she’ll be waking up to Elliot’s company every morning and coming back to him at night. And it just struck me how the right person can make everything much more lighter, funnier and exciting. How finding your person makes life so much more meaningful. How Macy gets this feeling of fulfillment when she knows his clothes, his toothbrush and his BOOKS are in the same apartment and they will be really sharing a life together.

I loved the Petropoulos Family, because it was big and loving and noisy.

Elliot’s words at his brother’s wedding were so beautiful.

“But everyone who knows us knows we have one important thing in common. When we love, we love for good.”

And…

“Else, welcome to our family. I can’t promise that it will ever be quiet, but I can promise that you will never be so loved as when you come home to us.”

I wasn’t expecting this to be so… INTENSE.

It was not just Macy and Elliot’s story.

Which by the way is so wholesome. I love it when love stories have strong and meaningful based reasons to happen. They were best friends, and as Macy says, he was her first Best Everything. They connected through the books and that is so perfect (for a book worm like me) and perfect in general. He gives her a book so she can remember her mom and feel whatever she need to feel about her not being with her anymore, and adds books to her library because he knows she’s gonna like them. He was always all understanding and sweet.

As she said

“Girls do want boys who are interesting. Girls want the shy geeks who know everything and have big hands and good teeth and say sweet things.”

With all of that said, yes this was a really emotional and wholesome reading. I’m thankful I read it.

[luvpogl-music]

And although the numbers on a calendar make seem so long, for the things we are speaking of tonight the shape of the night stars had not hardly changed even once. And in another part of small town, nowhere USA a mother rushed to the hospital by her beau anxious and excited to bring their first into this world early on a sunny fall like winters day. Anxious with anticipation the young couple eagerly arrived at the hospital waiting for the arrival of that newborn child.

Enthusiasm overtook the air of the room as there was nothing they could do but wait, the mother at one point ordering her husband to make the doctor just pull it out. As sweet and innocent as we all believe girls to be; this child brought with it a fight; refusing to leave the womb she had made home for the last nine months. Finally thought after hours of back and forth into the world was born a beautiful and healthy baby girl to trouble their world.

Overjoyed by the presence of new life, not long after she was born a proud grandmother offered to keep her a night that the young couple could get some sleep; for this little girl did not want to spend much of her time in her crib, only mother's and father's arms seemed to comfort her making the days and nights bleed together with little to no sleep. One Saturday afternoon just before Christmas had come the couple eager for some time alone, rushed that little girl to grandmothers house before breakfast was done. Excited by the chance they did not stay long as they did not want the offer to be taken from them before they got out of the driveway.

But, something was different with the little girl in her grandmother's presence. The baby girl wanted to move around and explore as much as a child that young can, trying to kick her legs with smiles and laughs as grandma sat and gazed. They sat and talked the entire afternoon, not as babies, but as adults do although the little girl could only make coos; the wise grandmother had much knowledge to impart on her that day; the feeling of time starting to slip from her.

The dark of night came far too son as is the case during the months of moon and after dinner they shared the joys of a snowfall under a crisp star accompanied moon. More tired then the young girl, grandma got her to agree to lay down and soon after slumber she fell into with a peace she had not know since she came into this cold world comforted partly by the warm glow of Christmas Tree lights by her crib. After making sure the child was well tucked in and warm, she too made off for bed too as the fireplace gave off the last of its ember glow both baby and grandmother drifted into a slumber they hadn't felt.

The snow and wind turned to blizzard conditions that night and as the fire had gone out, the chill in the room caused the elder women to stir about in her sleep. She forced herself out from the blankets to check on the child and turn up the heat as the thermostat had dropped another few degrees. Standing by the child's bed as the nostrils of dragons filled the air with warmth from the fire they burned in the basement below, the magic matron picked up the babe and walked to the window in the room where the drapes still hung rent in twain from earlier in the day.

While the wind blew heavier and the snow covered the stars and moon, the grandmother began to sing an ancient chant to the young girl that the world has long forgot, although some think they know, at the beginning it was established that each clan keep their own secrets from thieves. Approaching the window, the grandmother threw open the latches and the snow and wind began to drive their way in. With the first gush of air taking her breath the little old lady grew twice as tall as she'd ever been seen to be and her form conformed to that of a witch. Not the pretty ones or even evil one's like in Disney movies kids, something much, much worse then you can imagine as cold ran through her veins.

The little girl not once cried or showed a bit of fear even as fire roared in the distant hills that surrounded that tiny house they were in. Staring up in her eyes with the stare of excitement and surprise the witch grabbed the child by her ankle and held her high into the storm while beginning to chant in that ancient tongue again saying things that seemed to make the weather fight back with rage more and more. Watching to see tears or find screams from the little girls lungs, she seemed pleased there were none and as the snow turned to ice and began to pelt at their skin she pulled the child back into her and grinned. Yes, it is you that shall be blessed; making sure the magic will not die with me.

Pulling the girl into her bosom she continued in a whisper directed to the child's ear saying nothing but this.

"The blood of Eve runs through your veins deep and that is the mark that shall set you apart from everybody else. Only one can carry that magic through the world, and with you it shall rest when I can no longer bare its cross. From the tribe of Seth your name is claimed as it was Eve's blessing that watched over them, her youngest son, keeping them untouched by the sin of blood that covered the Earth. Now rest my child, this is your burden to bare; your cross whether you choose it or not; of this we will never speak as all but one have been born to steal it. This young lady is the gift of the Jews, passed on to you".

And as she put the you baby girl back in her crib all snuggled in she saw the little girl grin as her form changed back into her grandmother again. Smiling and giving a child a kiss goodnight, she warned as she walked out the door, be careful though little one, with great magic comes great struggle and battles. Now rest easy young one as the hand of God watches over your life.

With that the grandmother slipped back to her rocking chair and fell back into sleep as though nothing had happened. The little soon too fell asleep under the trance of Christmas tree lights sleeping well through the night.

[Well, we have more to the story of these two kids, a somewhere boy and a somewhere girl; for they have yet to even speak, but for now let's just leave them with this peace and I don't know about you, but I plan to investigate this Bible tribe thing as I've never heard it before, but I do know if my grandfather said it, it must be true].

[creamyychann]

I love you!

Karamatsu x Daughter! Reader

Requested by AnimeGirll88 on Wattpad

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Tags/Warnings:

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, INCEST, Parent/Child Incest, Father-Daughter Relationship, Bullying, Age Difference, Older Man/Younger Woman, Comfort Sex, Comfort, Minor Character Death, Licking, Fingerfucking, Rough Sex, Womb fucking, Spanking

Pairings:

Daughter reader (18)

Father Karamatsu

Note: Not proof read! This is my first fic from around 2019. I'm bad at making header, pls forgive me

Minors DNI

Don't like it? DON'T READ IT!

You've been warned.

Read at your own risk.

I sigh heavely, as I walked to my highschool looking down at my feet. I could feel stares, giggle & whispers around me. I'm used with this so I don't mind much about it.

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But today is different

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I don't know why, the bullies has gotten worse, not just insulting me, beat me up or steal and hid my stuff. Now they like to threaten me to do such things wishing that I would go in to trouble but thankfully not, but because of that they got mad at me and in the end of the day they 'll start beating me up.

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But not just punching & kicking, now they stomped on my body and my head, pulling my hair that I think it almost bleed and keep insults me with hurtful things

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"YOU CUNT"

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"SUCH A SLUT"

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"YOU WORTH NOTHING"

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"USELESS BITCH"

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"YOU GOT NO FRIENDS"

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"JUST BECAUSE YOU DOESN'T GET IN TROUBLE DOESN'T MEANT YOU'RE SMART, ASSHOLE"

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I keep silent, just accepting, shutting my eyes hoping it's all gonna be finished soon. Then they said something makes my heart ache

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"NOBODY LOVES YOU"

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"YOU SHOULD KILL YOURSELF"

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I just stay there, silently sobbing, waiting till all stopped. Once it stopped I tried to stand up trying so hard not to fall, walking slowly to my class to pick up my things and went home sobbing silently trying not stumbling while walking my way to home.

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"Ah! Welcome home hon--" I didn't let my father finished I just go straight to my room and sobbing into my arm.

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My father is Karamatsu Matsuno, he's the second oldest in the Matsuno brothers. He's in his late thirties. He's a single dad since my mother died on a car crash when I was 3 years old. Since then, he always take cares of me and helped me with everything. But I sometime caught my dad looking at me in a weird way but I just shrugged it off.

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Aside from that, as I sobs I heard my room's door open.

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"Honey? Are you alright?" My father walked to my room, I just continue sobbing ignoring my father's question. "OMG! Y/n why are you crying, is something bad happens in school? Did someone did something to you?" He asked as he stroked my head and shoulders trying to calm me down. As I calmed down my father asked again "what's wrong? Is something happen on school?" I stayed silent for a second and shook my head then asked "Daddy?" "Yeah?" I try not to stutter but failed "D-Do you ever l-love me? " I said trying so hard not to cry at the moment, then my father jolted " Of course I love you honey! You're the most precious and beautiful thing in the world!" He said with worried but slightly angry tone, now I gave up, I cry & sobs softly " But... I-if you do love me... T-then w-why people keep saying that no one loves me? Am I that worthless? Do you see me useless, daddy?" I said now sobbing hard and looking at my dad with red face & some bruises in my face and my hair is such a mess.

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My father then grab me in the shoulder makes me face him " I love you so much y/n! You aren't worthless! You always helped me when I can't do something! People who called you that is just a garbage who can't see such a beauty like you!" My father says while caressing my head lovingly. "Now, take a shower & come to my room, I want to talk to you of something" My father says in soft tone yet in the middle of his sentence his voice became pretty husky.

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"Yes, Daddy..." He smiled, nodded and walked out my room and left the door open so I can take a shower and so I did.

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After around 10 minutes I came out of the bathroom and saw my father across the room outside of his room, he sees me and blushes because I was only on my towels warped around my busty chest (if you're not just pretend you are (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)) I shrugged it off, but little did I know, my father pants tightened.

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I enter my room and put my clothes on, simple shirt & pretty short skirt. I didn't bother to wear any bra because it was night time. I walked out my room and go to my father's room and it seems my father has entered his room, 'I wonder what's daddy want to talk about' I thought...

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"Daddy! " I knocked his room "Come in hun!" He said, I open his room and blushed as I walked inside and saw my own father not wearing anything but long pants that the zippers aren't zipped and his masculine body exposed infront of me. "Ah y/n...please sit down next to me... " He says in a husky voice. I stood there, face red because the sight in front of me but I still walked to him and sit next to him. I sat there in silence as my father looks at me intensely. "y/n..." "Y-yes daddy?" He pulled me close to him and now my head is in his chest as his chin resting on my head. "Y/n... You are the most beautiful thing in the world, when your mother got into a car crash I cried & got very depressed knowing the love of my life has passed away... But now seeing you grow up and became very beautiful woman i have ever seen... You have replaced your mother's place inside of my heart... Now will you be Karamatsu's girl please? " After those sentences, Dad put his hands on my shoulder and makes him look at me with so much love and hope in his face. I kept silence 'd-did my own dad just says that he loved me in romantic way?!!' I thought as I looked at his eyes, shocked as he confessed his loved to me. I just keep silence tries to proses how to answer my father. As I keep silence my father strokes my head softly lovingly, looking at my eyes intensely with love. "Daddy... " I say try not to stutter as my face redden. "Yes? " He say, wanting to know the answer to his confession. "I-I want to be y-your Karamatsu's girl! " I say while closing my eyes looking away from his face so he can't see my flustered face. I open my eyes I saw blush across my father's face and he had a wide smile on his face.

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"Oh yeah, y/n" My father says in husky voice, "ye-yes daddy? " "People says nobody loves you right?" He asked I nodded "that's not true, I love you so much more than anything. And I will proof it to you" He says in a very seductive & husky voice. My eyes widened.

Suddenly, my father slam his lips into mine and roughly kisses me. It was very sloppy, I was kinda taken back because it was so sudden & he's MY OWN FATHER and makes out with me. This is so wrong, but... It felt so good... I pull out from the kiss and protest "Dad! This is wrong! You're my own father!" My father was silence for a second then chuckled. He placed his hands on my cheeks, caressing my cheeks softly, "but no one will knows right? " I was stunned but he's right... But this is still wrong! He's my own father, we can't do this! "Y/n... Daddy just want to show you how much he loves his daughter, here feel it" Dad takes my hand and place it on his crotch, 'It's so hard a-and... S-so big!' "Can you feel it? Your father is hard... He just wants to show his beautiful daughter how much he loves her~ " His hand slowly trails to my kitty "AH! Wait Daddy! What are you doing?! " I panicked as his hand reaches my panties rubbing my clit. "Y/n...please, I want to show you my loves... I love you more than anything, I want to proves that there's someone who loves you so much, please, let daddy loves you" My father looks at me while gently pushes me to his bed.

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Once my father in top of me, he strokes me and now kisses me all over my face, once he landed the last kiss on my lips he look at me, smiling lovingly. "Okay d-daddy... I'll let you s-show your loves... " I say, very embarrassed while trying to look at my dad in the eye. He smiles in relief and pins my hands aboves me.

Karamatsu slowly leans down to you and start making out with you. It was just like before but sloppier. He stuck out his tongue asking for entrance, you open your mouth, he explore your entire mouth leaving no space untouched. Many salivas leaves you two's mouths, you both kept twirling both tongue together too much that it makes a mess. As you guys pulled away, some salivas still connected with the both of your mouth. Karamatsu pulls off your t-shirts and met your busty naked chest. "No bra? " He asked while smirking, "i-it was late... And I don't usually sleep with bra" You say blushing, Karamatsu just smiled then licked your left nipple "AH! D-DADDY!! " You say in pleasure as he kept sucking & licking your nipple while playing with your other breast. You could clearly hear the slurping sounds Karamatsu make, he then switches to other nipples and do the same thing while playing the other. You just kept moaning & moaning that now your panties were soaked wet because of the pleasure.

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As Karamatsu suck your nipple, his other hand slowly made it way to your kitty & rubs its fingers on your clit that covered with soaked cloth, " Eh?~ already so wet? You naughty naughty girl~" Karamatsu coos as he continues sucks your other nipples. You could feel the hardness of him on your thigh, it makes you shivers knowing that your father's giant dick is going to be inside you soon. Karamatsu pulls of your panties & insert 2 fingers & start fingering you, you shot your eyes wide and start moaning louder as he pumps his long big fingers inside you, making scissors motion & kept going deeper because how wet it is. Your moans are so loud that you sure that the neighbors could hear your moans, because of that karamatsu slams his lips into yours to shuts you.

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Karamatsu start grinding his clothed dick on your thigh as he add another finger inside you, you kept moaning into his mouth as you near your orgasms. Suddenly he pulled out you started to whine because you were about to cum. "No, not yet. I want you to cum on my dick" Karamatsu says then he pulled down his pants and his giant dick sprung out proudly in front of you. You gasped by how big and long it is & you were so scared that it won't fit inside of you. As if karamatsu could read your mind he say "Don't worry baby, I will be gentle.... At first" He says in soft yet seductive tone.

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You gulped as you heard the last sentence but you just nodded and spread your legs shyly. Karamatsu chuckled & spread your legs wider that it makes you squeks. He then slowly put his giant hard dick inside of you, you cries & whimpers because how big it is & how much he stretched you out. "W-wait.. Ah!.. D-daddy.. Wait- aeh! W-wait a second-ngh! " You whimpers as he kept pushing his length into your virgin pussy, " Yeah I know baby-ahh...it must be hurt-mmh.. for your first time.. Ouhh " He says while moaning & grunting because how tight your pussy is.

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After 2 minutes, all you feel is now pleasure. "Daddy~ you could m.. Move now! " You say try not to moan because of how good it is. "Ahhh... With pleasure babygirl~" Karamatsu moans as he pulled out then slammed back at you roughly. You screamed by the wave of pleasure your body got by his dick, he kept the phase slow but rough because he knew you are a virgin and doesn't want to hurts you. After thrusting slowly you want more of it "Ah! Aeh! Ah! Daddy~~ ah! Please go faster! " You says to him with a lewd face showing from your face right in front of your own father "ahhh~! Finally~~ ngh! I could go faster! With delight babygirl! " After saying that he pulled out his dick so far and you could feel the only thing left inside of you is his tip then Karamatsu takes a deep breath and the slammed into you in inhuman speed. You jolted & screamed very loud because the sudden pleasure. "Ah! Ah! Daddy! Daddy! Your Dick Feels So Good Ah! Aeh! Uwahh! " You scream as he increases the speed and got even rougher "Augh! Shit! Ahha~~ Right Baby Girl? Isn't Your Father's Dick Is So Good Inside You? Nghh~~~ Do You Want It Even Deeper? You Want It Don't You Baby Girl? ~~~" Karamatsu chants as he keep going deeper as I moans an screamed uncontrollably.

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Then you jolted as something else slammed into your womb hard. You screamed like Diva as Karamatsu hits your womb multiple times "Daddy! Daddy! Your Dick! Ahh!! Uwaah!! I-is Ah!! Hitting M-my Kyah! Uwahh! It's Hitting My Womb!! Uwaaahhhh!!!" You screams while making a very lewd face, your eyes are half closed as you look at your father or Karamatsu's eye lustfully & tongue sticking out of your mouth as you moans & screams with many salivas coming out of your mouth. "Nghh!! Ughh! Ahhh! Yes! I Knew It! I've Reached It! Ahhh!! But I Want More!!! " "Aaeeh?!! Ngaah!! W-what Do You Mean By Tha--akkhhhh!!!!" You screams in agony as Karamatsu's dick went past your womb. Now that your face is literally ahegao. The same as Karamatsu, his face was as lewd as you & and he grunts & moans even more loudly.

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"Ahhh Daddy!!!! Ahh! Ah!! Your Dick!!! Ahhh!! It's! Nghh!! It's Inside My Womb-ahhhhhh!!! " You screams and screams like there's no tomorrow as Karamatsu or your own father who raised you since you were very young pounds into you in inhuman speed. You were being fucked by your own father, his cock kept slams inside you as you both moans loudly because of the pleasure. It was wrong but felt so good~~ you don't want this moment to be over!!~~

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"Daddy!! Ahhh! Daddy!! I'm Going To Cum!!!! Ahh Ahh Ahh!! " I screams as I felt knot form inside of me "Hmm?~~ Oh You're About To--ngh~~ Come, Aeh!..M-my Karamatsu's Girl? Heh? Hhh~~" Karamatsu says in very lewd voice you've ever heard. Suddenly, he turns you around and raise your hips, You moans even more by the pleasure from the new angle as he pounds intensely at your cunt.

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You jolted as you felt burning feelings on your butt, "Ahh~~ Sorry Y/N~~ Your Ass -nghh Looks So Delicious~~ Nghh~ugh! I Just Can't Helped But To Slap It~~~" Karamatsu says as he caresses the spot that he just slapped "Ahh~~ Do It Again Daddy~~ Ah Ah!! Do It Again!! " You mewls as he kept pounding your womb, deep, as if it want to go more further. "Oohh~~ Nghh~~ Is That What's You Wanted Baby Girl? ~~ Then If It Is~~ Nghh I'll Do It" He says as he kept slams his dick into you rapidly. *SLAP* You jolted again as you felt slap on your ass but it just makes you even hornier.

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Your ass is now burning because the slaps that Karamatsu gaves you, but it felt so good so you didn't care about the pain~~ "Ahhh!!! Y/N!! I'm Cumming!!Your Father Is Cummimg!! Ahhh!!!" "Ahhh!!! Me-- Ahh! Me Too Daddy~!!! Please Come Inside!! Fill Me To The Brim!! Ahh!!!" You both screams & moans loudly as you two near to cum. "Ahhh Daddy! Daddy!! I Love You!! " "I Love You Too Y/N!!" You both kissed as you two cums.

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You both still kissing as your womb get filled so much that it leaked out off your pussy and make a puddle in the bed sheets. As you both calmed down from cumming, you both pulled away and stared at each other smiling & lovingly... "I love you so much y/n" "I love you too daddy ♡"

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After all of that, you both cuddling lovingly & drift off sleeping..

A request from my old incest book called "My unholy pleasure (lemon) " on Wattpad. It keeps getting deleted till I got fed up. So, if anyone want incest anime/game stories, you can come here.

[hisoknen]

kinktober day 1: somnophilia warnings: noncon, somnophilia, drugging, stalking, unprotected sex, yandereish? wc: 2.1k

a/n: thank you @10millionyearsdungeon​ for helping push for the true creepy potential dabi has to offer and staying up to talk with me most days,, this is a part 1! first day of kinktober! i’ve been waiting to post this one and while my schedule will be wonky, i am so excited to write and to read things people are writing and meet new friends! if you’d like to add me to your kt taglist please feel free to!

“Really?” Dabi chuckled under his breath, swinging the window open. A long back and forth with Shigaraki left him irritated and wandering the streets late at night. He wasn’t quite ready to head back. If only he could find a place to crash.

That’s when he saw you—walking all alone down an empty street. Didn’t you know that there were villains out there? Depraved people looking for lost souls? You walked without a care in the world, holding your head up confidently as though nothing could ever hurt you. 

He wanted to greet you, introduce himself maybe. But you looked too delicious to scare away. The moment you saw his scarred form, he knew you’d run away like the rest of them. He just had to be patient and treasure you.

He didn’t think you would be stupid enough to leave the house unlocked, though. Some people had too much faith in humanity, too naive for their own good. Never thinking that strange men would creep in at the dead of night to play.

Stumbling inside, he checked out the surroundings. The space was relatively empty, smelling of lavender and sage. Walking to the kitchen, he swung open the fridge, grabbing a beer, and flicking off the cap, taking a few swings.

Placing the bottle on the counter, he began wandering down the hall, looking for where the pretty little thing slept. From the looks of the house, you lived alone. There was just enough of everything for one person. Good thing too, he didn’t have the energy to entertain a Prince Charming who thought they could save the thing.

There was a small light at the end of the hall, quietly approaching he listened at the door before entering. You were facing him, body tangled within the blankets. Soft breasts, taut against the covers, begging to be sucked and groped. He could make out the subtle shape of your hips, knowing then that they were made perfect for his fingers to dig into. 

Walking over to the bed, he wondered what you thought you were doing? Sleeping naked with your house open to anyone curious enough to come in, eager little whore. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his heart picked up for a moment when your body turned, pulling the covers even further down your body.

You had to know what you were doing—the dimple in the small of your back accentuating the shape of your ass. Your lower lips, glistening with arousal. Did you get off on the thought of someone sneaking in? Or were you just naturally a slut whose body was ready to get fucked at all hours?

Palming his cock through his pants, Dabi thought of the noises you would make when he pumped you full of cum. Wondering if you woke up, you’d pretend that you weren’t begging for this all along. How warm and tight your little cunt would be, tugging him in while he rutted his hips into you. He’d have to be careful if he didn’t want to wake you up. 

The thought of you clinging to his body in your most vulnerable state. Unaware of what was happening to you and only responding to your innate desire for pleasure, sent a wave to his growing erection. His eyes glanced around the room, finding a bottle of pills. Standing he walked over to pick it up and read the label. 

“Hmm,” he chuckled, placing it back. Dabi unzipped his pants slowly, shrugging out of his shirt and watching the rise and fall of your chest. Reaching in, he pulled out his cock, running his finger over the bead of precum that was already weeping from it. You looked delicious like that, sprawled out for him like a good girl.

You only moved slightly when the bed dipped under his weight. His fingers were running across your parted mouth, dipping in to feel the wetness of your tongue. He leaned down, landing a soft kiss against your supple lips. Pumping his cock while breathing against you, your nose twitched. He tightened his grip, stroking it, and imagining what his cock would feel like, buried inside your throat.

Too excited to wait any longer, he pushes your shoulder down back against the bed. He trails bites and kisses along your torso, drawing his fingers against them, feeling the imprints his teeth left behind. You would wake up littered with his marks, knowing that someone had staked their claim on you. He had claimed you as his.

He sucks at the insides of your thighs, your body shivering. You were so honest like this. Flicking his tongue out against your folds, he lapped up the arousal that was flooding your cunt. There was almost too much for how little he’d touched you. 

He prodded at your clit, swirling his tongue around the nub and brushing his fingers up and down the slit. You were so good for him, letting out soft moans and shakes and unknowingly telling him what felt right.

“Such a pretty little thing, so tight for me.” He pushed a thick finger past your entrance. It was almost as if your sleeping body was attempting to fight him off with how tight you were. A loud moan escaped your lips, his head craning up to make sure you were still out. Curving his finger up, he began to stroke your walls, easing them along your gooey insides. The muscle was fluttering and contracting around him in gentle pulses. He shoved another finger in, groaning at the way you released to fit him.

The more he worked at it, dragging his fingers across the slick tissue, rubbing in circular motions, the more you trembled below him. Your tiny whimpers only spurred him on. His fingers wouldn’t be enough to make you feel good, though. He needed you to remember him when you woke up.

Pushing himself up, he tugged your hips closer to him. Dragging his tip up and down your slit, paying special attention to rubbing at your puffy clit. Your head shook for a moment. It was like you were telling him to go faster. By all means, who would he be to deny you that?

“Such a good little slut, getting my cock nice and wet.” He purred, sinking his cock in just enough so that you were clenching around the tip. He loved a thing that struggled against him just as much as the next guy. But having you so helpless underneath him, unable to flail against him, was something different that he never thought he’d enjoy this much.

You’d look pretty with tear-stained cheeks, begging him to stop while he pumped into your eager little hole. But that could wait for another time.

He pushed past your quivering walls, a soft groan rippling past your lips. He dragged your hips against him, making your body fuck itself onto his cock. Moving them in a circular motion with each pull-out, thrusting in entirely on the off beats. Your skin is so soft that his nails gradually sink in. 

He shoved your left leg across your body. Your thighs were sticking together tightly with sweat. The new position causes your pussy to tighten around him even more. His hands, pushing down against your thigh, hips colliding with your ass each thrust.

You were perfect, just like a rag doll. Limp body bending and folding whichever way he desired. Your skin, soft and supple to the touch. It tasted so sweet against his tongue. No matter how much he groped you or pumped his cock in and out of you, nothing seemed to wake you. 

In your purest form, unable to fight him off, or pretend that you didn’t feel what he was doing to your body. Just reacting and pulling him in. He caressed your face tenderly. If he was deluded enough, he might even think this was love at first sight. You were perfect for each other after all, bodies made for one another.

And your cunt was oh so tight. The gooey insides bring Dabi in further, hungrily swallowing him despite your state. Really it was only fair that you help him. You were such a pretty girl, giving him your cunt to keep him warm for the night. 

He continued to hump your sleeping body, fondling fistfuls of your naked flesh and memorizing the feeling of the skin molding into his palms like clay. His sweat falling onto your skin with each jerk. He didn’t have to be gentle in fear of you waking up. Nothing could hold back his vicious assault.

He grabs your legs, hoisting them up over his shoulders. Your ass lifted off of the bed, as he pushed your thighs into your chest, the slapping of his balls against your skin rang across the room. He pinched at your nipple, a gurgling gasp fleeing your throat. 

He drove your thighs flush against your chest, desperately chasing his orgasm. Reaching his hand down to rub and collect your pooling arousal, covering his fingers and sweeping them across your clit. He wanted to feel your cunt squeeze onto him while he came.

“Fuck yes, little thing,” you tightened up around him, body shaking before going still. Small mumbles and moans from you and his groans flooding around the room. Dabi works you through your orgasm, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. 

His head feels light as he empties himself into you, hips never ceasing to pound against you. He wanted to know what you would sound like crying out, mewling in pleasure, but he could wait until next time.

“Such a good girl,” he grunted, continuing to force his load into your womb. He didn’t let up his assault until the sun was peeking through the window, forcing him to head out. Your cunt was perfectly molded to take his cock whenever he wanted. 

Scribbling down a note for you to wake up to, he zips up his pants, sticking two fingers into your cunt to push in the cum that was beginning to run out. Maybe next time he could fuck your mouth and finish in your throat.

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You woke to the sound of your alarm blaring, a cold breeze hitting your bare skin. Cracking your eyes open, you stretched your body, reaching to grab it. Wincing you hold the phone in your hands, your stomach felt full and tender as though you'd been hit in the gut. Maybe you walked into the corner of the counter while you were asleep. 

Ever since you were prescribed Ambien for insomnia, strange things seemed to happen at night. Once you woke up on your front lawn, the neighbor's dog licking your face. Another morning you woke up to the smell of something burning, you'd made bread while in your hazed state. 

You brushed off the memories for a moment before feeling a thick, sticky fluid seeping out of you and coating your inner thighs. Your hands dart between your legs, flinching when you make contact with the tender flesh, and runny fluid, your blood ice cold. 

Bringing your fingers to eye level, a wave of nausea erupts heavily in your stomach, bile rising in your throat. You had a wet dream, that was it. That had to be it. A bead of sweat slid down the back of your neck, chills falling in its wake.

To acknowledge what else it could have been would mean confronting yourself with the fact that somebody broke into your house to violate you. Somebody found their way in and used your body to relieve themselves and left you aching and full of cum.

Dabi gazed in from outside the window. Your body was trembling, fingers prodding at your bruised and cum covered flesh. Discovering new marks with each twist. The winces sent heat to his cock, his pants stiffening. 

You looked so pretty like that. Scared eyes frantically scanning every inch of the room, desperately trying to remember even a sliver of what happened to you. 

Next time he’d have to be more careful. There was no way you’d leave the house open for him again. But the fear and second-guessing would leave you tasting sweet for his return.

You spot something on the counter beside you, scrambling to get up and grab it. It was a sticky note with scratchy handwriting. Dabi smiled to himself as you picked it up, hands shaking. You felt sickness overtake you, vision blinking, and unclear, your skin prickly to the touch. 

There was a clatter outside of your window, and you spun your head around, not seeing anything. Your legs lost their strength beneath you, crumpling to the ground. Someone was here. There was no way to ignore that now. 

“Until next time pretty thing.”

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kinktober masterlist​

[huenjin]

and they were roommates.

summary — who would have thought that a very naked sight of your best friend and a torn shower curtain in the rainiest of weathers could start romance? or in which you start falling for your childhood best friend, lee minho, unaware that he’s always been in love with you.

pairing — lee minho x reader, ft. binsung.

genre — fluff, smut, crack | roommates!au, bff2l!au

rating — 18+

word count — 11k words.

note — smut warnings under the cut, ofc! i suck at making summary adagafga!! but but but, i promise this story is adorable, okay, minus all that smut, my lame humor and those bit of rushed parts? this took forever and i'm so sorry for all that had to wait, especially the one who requested this uwuwu. 

smut warnings — a lot of kissing, a lot of swearing, mentions of naked exposure, fingering, cunnilingus, riding/reader on top, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you snap it), choking. there isn't a loooot of smut either, ah! so enjoy the fluff ride.

"You idiot," you scream, loud enough for your neighbours to hear. You pull out the keys that hang outside in the key hole and pull open the door. "How could you leave the keys outside, Minho?"

"I mean, what if someone stole it?" You throw your keys and Minho's into the small box on a ledge by the door. Removing your shoes, you put on the pair of your house shoes by the side and walk further into the apartment. "Or what if someone broke in? You could get killed, you dumb hoe! Or worse, our new television could get stolen."

You hear no response and just the loud sound of shower running in the bathroom hits the walls of your shared apartment. You walk to your room, passing by the common bathroom, after throwing your bag on the sofa. You talk on the way, yelling in hopes that he would hear.

"Did you walk back in the rain? There's no other reason as to why I did not see you after college. Jisung was searching for you too, Minho."

You change into a pair of shorts and black camisole, pulling your hair up and knotting it, all while your ears pick up the small humming from the bathroom. You shake your head at the fact that since it's Lee Minho in the shower, he is probably going to take his own time to come out. After all, he is the reason why your water bill is so high. 

"Yah, Lee Minho!" You walk outside and hit the door with your fists to bring at least a little of his attention towards you. "Do you want the leftovers or should I get food delivered?"

"Delivery!" he screams back, hearing the shower sounds lower and you yell back in response, "Okay," and walk back to the living room, falling back and plopping down on the comfortable rexine covered sofa. 

Your phone rings in the next minute and you are pulling it from your pocket quickly all because you are bored out of your mind. It is also because your stupid best friend from the god forbidden age of five to till this date, takes forever to get out from the shower.

It's Jisung. Not that you would have a doubt even if you had picked up without looking at the name on the screen — your friend circle is that small. It has just been you, Minho and Jisung majorly for almost three fourth of your life, the other one fourth of it with you having your parents as your best friends. Jisung had always been the annoying kid in the playground that pushed you off the swing because he wanted to play and Minho had always been the knight in shining armour in your local playground, the defender of all things right as he saved you from Jisung's frustrating taunts. 

And then your mother — oh dear, she is the reason why you are still stuck with Minho's rich arse (mostly because she thought too that this is the finest her very antisocial daughter would ever find in a man) — decides that since Lee Minho was so kind to save her poor damsel-like daughter, he might as well do it forever. Fast forward to present day, and you are still cleaning up after him. 

"Did Minho reach home?" Jisung asks as soon as you answer the call. You roll your eyes and shift your position to one that allows you to stretch your leg against the length of the sofa.

"Oh, hi, Y/N," you fake your tone, mocking Jisung's ignorance. "Did you reach home safely? Did you get caught in the rain? Oh no!" And then quickly changing it back to normalcy, "Yes, Jisung. I reached home safely. The rain did get heavy as I walked back home but nothing to worry. Did you reach home safely?"

Jisung is laughing loudly on the other end. "Sorry, Y/N," he makes a weird kissing sound and you pull your phone away from your ear. "I presume Minho's safe at home, else you would be the one to crash my phone with the endless calls in worry of his safety. Ha!"

"He got caught in the rain," you sigh. "I hope he's okay though. I would have mentioned how he was, had he just come out of that goddamn bathroom but no! It almost seems like he is rebuilding the whole bathroom." Jisung laughs so loud that you have to pull the phone away from your ear again. 

"Dude, dude, dude," Jisung calls out for you through the line.

"Yeah?" 

"You and Minho are totally like my parents fighting." 

"Do you want to get punched in your face, Han Jisung?" You sit up straight, folding your leg across each other and bending forward, your elbow digging into your thigh as your hand supports your head. 

"And my boyfriend would punch yours if you punched mine," he huffs and you know he is talking about Seo Changbin. At a good five feet and six inches, the shorter male befriended Jisung and then wooed him over in grade eleven with some weird shining universe experiment for a science project and the Han Jisung you had always known, fell for the gesture immediately. They began dating a week after, making Changbin the only other human being you willingly chose to become closer to.

"Like Minho would let that," you click your tongue and Jisung laughs again, mumbling, "How have you guys not slept with each other yet? You guys are roommates."

"I'll kill you, Han Jisung."

"Like you would." The minute Jisung taunts back, you hear a loud noise of something crashing down and the sound is from the bathroom. You jump upwards, quickly hanging up without even telling Jisung that you were leaving as you drop your phone and rush towards the bathroom, taking huge steps to reach before the door in less than a few seconds.

You slam your fist against the door, over and over again, yelling, "Yah," to draw his attention before asking, "Minho, are you okay? I'm coming in," and you pull open the door to the common bathroom. A decision you wish you had not chosen but one you had to take for his safety.

Before a very surprised you lay a very, very naked Lee Minho, groaning with his back against the cold white tiles of the bathroom, neck lifting his head above to instinctively avoid hitting the floor. His hand holds a huge piece of the shower curtain that he must have tried holding onto before falling and as the colour drains from your face, lips wide apart, staring at your naked best friend in shock who is staring back at you, it dawns upon you quickly.

You immediately slap your hand over your eyes and scream as loud as you could possibly, "Fuck, fuck. I just saw your schlong, oh my god!"

"Are you not going to look at me at all now that you saw my dick?"

Minho rolls his eyes at you as a soft groan leaves his lip while he tries to make himself more comfortable on his bed. This time, he is fully clothed, black shirt over his torso and navy blue shorts. You are sitting on a small chair by his side, Chinese herbal medicinal mix in a white ceramic bowl, a tub filled with warm water and a towel and long white bandages on the table by the bed. The Chinese herbal medicinal mix was something your mother specifically ordered you to prepare for the boy before you.

You hand him a cup of warm water first which he takes and is about to swallow it down when you look at the wooden bedpost behind him and mumble, "But I saw your womb raider." Minho chokes on the water before coughing and you quickly pat his back which leads him to cry softly in pain and you are left apologising over and over again for being reckless.

He places the cup on the table and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he narrows his eyes at you and questions, "Womb raider? What the fuck?"

"You know, your schlong," you look away, heat rising up to your cheek. "I saw your schlong, a womb raider."

"I can't believe you call a dick that," he groans, rolling his eyes as if he has completely given up on you, "After having your womb raided enough by many womb raiders."

You look away, taking the ceramic bowl in your hand and mumbling, "None of them were long and thick enough to be called a womb raider though."

"Did you say anything, Y/N?" 

"Nothing," you yell and glare at him, cheeks still hot with the image still vivid in your head. "You can't look disappointed in me," you frown at him, "I should be disappointed. You tore the shower curtain."

"It was a mistake!" Minho gasps and tries to sit up but quickly ditches the plan when he feels the spin surge through him. You place the bowl back on the table and push yourself forward to help Minho sit up, your arms wrapped around his waist, your chest against his as you slowly pull him up. Minho explains himself, "If I didn't hold onto that, I would have gotten injured worse. I'm almost perfect now. It's just the slight—" You press your palm against his back and he seethes in pain.

"Slight pain, indeed," you scoff and finally let him rest against the bedpost. "This should do the magic though." You lift the ceramic bowl again and wave it before him, shoving the weird smelling green substance right in front of his nose. "My mother totally said it would work. She also said that you would have to be on the bed resting the whole day."

"You'll be my maid the whole day," Minho lights up, face instantly shining and you sigh, "Do I have an option? After this day though, we are going to buy shower curtains and you are going to pay for it because you tore it." You accuse him and he clicks his tongue.

"Fine."

"Remove your shirt now," you order and he looks at you, a teasing glint glistening in his eyes and he smiles, moving slightly closer.

"Why? Are you going to call my abs washboard now? That you could do laundry on them?" He purses his lips and leans forward and you push him back, his aching back hitting the bedpost again and Minho is crying with pain on the soft impact, albeit this time, you worry if it is fake. "Y/N," he cries, clamping down against his lower teeth hard, "Can you go easy on me?"

"Then stop teasing me!"

"Fine!" He huffs and looks away, "Help me out of this shirt now."

"What? Why? You put the shirt on fine. Can't you remove it on your own?" You question him, the ceramic bowl securely on your lap. Minho stares at you for the longest time ever and you stare back.

Has his eyes always been this tender? Has his skin always been this soft? Was Lee Minho always this charming and pretty to look at?

This is all because you saw his stupidly good dick, argh!

Minho finally answers, "It's harder to remove a shirt than to wear it." You shake your head and your eyes narrow to crinkled slits as you watch your best friend for a second more before placing the crucible back on the table and bending yourself forward to hold tightly the ends of his black shirt. You lift the black material up and remove it from his torso, exposing his abdomen and chest to the warm breeze in the air. 

He stares at you and you stare at him back, only till you take the white ceramic bowl again and hopefully the last time and you raise an eyebrow at him, mocking him, "Aren't you going to give me the classic Wattpad naked white male line?"

"What line?" 

He looks confused and you laugh, holding the bowl tightly, "You know, the—" You try to lower the pitch of your voice and to sound as cocky as possible, smirking, "Like what you see, baby girl?"

Minho laughs with you till he calms himself down a little, tilts his head and in the most guttural voice you have ever heard your best friend ever go, he repeats, "Like what you see, my baby girl?"

Your heart should not have sped up. Your fingers should not have tightened against the cold white crucible. You should not have pressed your thighs against each other. You should not have had your throat dried up at his very words. But it did and you are staring at Lee Minho in an angle you had never seen him. 

When did that stupid five year old boy who thought he could save the whole world grow up into this man?

"Uh, Y/N," Minho waves his hand in front of you, trying to bring your attention back. "Are you going to apply the medicine or? I mean, it's cold."

"Oh yeah," you stutter. "Yeah, yeah, I was about to. Can you turn back so that I can apply it on your back?"

"Yeah," he nods and pressing his hands into the mattress, he shifts himself, turning a one hundred and eight degrees away from you so that his back is facing yours. "This okay?"

"Yeah," you agree. You bend your arm forward to take the cloth soaked in warm water and you press it against his back. Minho bites his tongue in pain, eyes watering before he can't take it anymore and he turns back to face you. 

"Minho?"

"Can I do that thing you allowed me to do whenever I was in pain and you had to take care of me?" He asks, unsure, "Am I allowed?"

You nod, softly, smiling warmly at the man before you and you lift the chair up slightly. Minho quickly wraps his arms around your waist, his face buried into your soft chest as he edges closer to you. You place the warm cloth again on his broad back and Minho does what he has always done to combat pain.

He bites into your flesh softly, hard enough to trigger something weird within you at this age but soft enough to not cause any pain. 

Your eyes widen and your thighs tighten a bit but Minho is unaware to all this as he snuggles into your warmth, head fuzzy with the pain that throbs through his entire back. After a few minutes, you place the cloth back on the table and hold the crucible tightly. You dig your forefinger and middle finger into the green mix before applying it on his back, soft circles to calm him down and Minho lets go of your flesh, although he still continues to snuggle into you, his thick arms tightening around your frame.

"You're comfortable to hug," he mumbles as you apply the medicine all over his back, his face occasionally pressing against your breast and you gulp, reminding yourself that this is your best friend, that this is the kid you've seen in all his embarrassments. 

"Of course, I am," you laugh. "It doesn't pain that much, does it?"

"Not anymore."

"Good," and you apply another layer over the existing one. "Because if you say anything else to my mother, I swear to God, Lee Minho, I will—"

You don't complete. Minho laughs — soft, precious laughter that fills the air and engages your ears. He tilts his head to look up at you from his lower angle. You look down only to come in direct vision of his bright, glistening eyes that hold the stars behind them and his oh-so-flawless skin that you are envious of. Your heart beat escalates and you are about one hundred percent sure that Minho is aware. After all, he did have his ear against your chest in this position. 

"Fine, fine," his voice is airy and you could listen to it the whole day. "I'll tell your mother that her daughter took care of me perfectly, alright?"

"Perfect," you smile. "Now sit up straight. I need to bandage you up, just in case." Minho begrudgingly pulls back, a soft whimper leaving his lips before he huffs, folding his arms and sitting straight, looking you in the eyes and you gulp. 

"I'll be fine in a day, Y/N," Minho whines and you shake your head, mumbling, "Just in case." You turn your body to grab hold of the white roll of bandage before you beckon for him to come a little closer as you wrap the bandage over his torso, covering the medicinal herbs sticking to his body now. 

"You, in fact," you chuckle as you tighten the bandage and Minho seethes in pain at having his muscles pressed. You rub his hair affectionately before continuing, "You, Lee Minho, should be ready enough to cash out money for the shower curtain."

"Fine, fine, fine," Minho huffs only to break out into a smile as he looks at you. "We'll go as soon as I don't think I'll die if I stand up and straighten my back, okay?"

"Perfect," you laugh and pull yourself away from your best friend, clipping the bandage in the exact manner. You help him lie back against the soft mattress. You pick up the crucible and the tub of water as you stand up. 

"Y/N," Minho calls out for you and you turn, your head gliding against the joint and your eyebrows rising up in question.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks," he smiles, eyes closed and face so soft that you do want to hold it.

"For what?"

"For taking care of me, doofus. What would I have done had you not been there? You are my knight in shining armour now."

You laugh but your heart is furiously beating against your chest, thrumming against it so loudly that you can hear the beats. Your cheeks flush with heat and you look away, mumbling, "It's nothing," and walk away. You close the door quickly and fall against the vast wooden door finally, away from his presence and you hold the bowls close to you.

Fuck. When did your heart start beating this hard for the same man that you once knew as the stupid five year old with elephant print trunks? When did your heart start thrumming so loudly against your chest for your only best friend?

Either ways, you are doomed. Inevitably.

Jisung: baby, i think it's about time Changbin: for what? Jisung: you know, how we always said those two should probably fuck Changbin: yeah? Jisung: the sexual tension is too high. can we get it over with already and have them date already? Changbin: you've been trying this forever and you failed. Jisung: don't remind me. you're my boyfriend, support me. Changbin: fine! go, sungie!! i love you either way though.

It is exactly three days after the I-exposed-my-cock incident that Lee Minho agrees to go with you to buy the shower curtains. 

"Can't we just buy it online?" He had whined, arms folding against each other as he scrolled through his phone. You stand by the sofa, head shaking in disappointment as you reason back, frustrated, "The material," and you hit his arm. Minho winces. "The material is important. I won't compromise on that. Plus, you promised that you would come with me to buy something that you tore. Isn't that only fair?"

Minho does so. After bargaining with him for one tub full of mint chocolate ice cream that you will never understand why he loves so much. 

That is exactly how you find yourself here in this shop, shopping cart in your hand and Minho by your side.

"We are only buying the shower curtain," you tell him, staring at the half full shopping cart. "So I don't understand why we need all these."

Minho smiles sheepishly at you. He then points at the two tubs of ice cream and says, "One for you, and one for me. I even chose your favorite flavor!" He continues to point at each article and tell why he needs them very articulately and you stand there in surprise before breaking his speech.

"Fine, fine!" You push the cart ahead. "Now let's just go and get what we came here for." Minho follows you, his one hand on the shopping cart handle to keep pace with you. The two of you stop right in front of the array of curtains in different colours, some on display and some packaged and you smile, whispering under your breath, "Tada." Minho looks at you softly, at the small voice of joy that escapes your lips and he just watches you light up in fascination at something as simple as shower curtains.

Fuck, he loves your domesticity.

"Let's take this," Minho announces as he stretches his arms out to hold onto a pretty blue shower curtain. You hold it in between your fingers feeling the texture before announcing, "No."

"But why?" Minho whines, following your footsteps as you hold onto another shower curtain. 

"Because it's polythene," you frown at your best friend. Minho looks at you, confused, his eyebrows furrowing as they look at you like you have grown another pair of hands and legs.

"And so?"

"You could tear it again!"

"It happened once," he sighs, frustrated. "Once. It's not like I'm waiting to fall in the shower, tear the curtain and have you see my dick all the time, babe."

Your cheeks flush at his announcement and the tag he calls you by, your eyes looking away from his pretty face for a split second. Minho shakes his hand, taking a step forward to check a few other shower curtains out when the two of you hear a very familiar voice from behind, in the most professional manner ever.

"Sir, the one you chose is perfect. It is very durable and doesn't stain on contact with water—"

"Han Jisung?" Minho turns, the words of shock leaving his mouth almost instantly. You turn impulsively, eyes wide.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?"

"Hey," you narrow your eyes at the other male. "I could file a report for bad customer service about now, Sungie."

He folds his arms and looks at the two of you suspiciously, "What are you guys doing here?" He raises an eyebrow at you, scoffing at you, "Like you would."

"What does it look like we're doing here, Sungie?" You bite back jokingly and Jisung laughs, gaze shifting between the two of you.

"I don't know," he runs a hand through his hair before folding his arms again, his fluorescent yellow uniform crumbling with the shift in his arms. "Is this some sort of a new way to date?"

"We aren't—" You quickly start when Minho pulls a curtain forward and breaks your sentence before you can complete as he asks Jisung, "This isn't polythene, is it?"

"Are you stupid?" Jisung frowns before he laughs. "That's clearly polythene. Minho, dude, you're a chemical engineering student. You have got to be kidding me if you can't identify polythene."

Minho doesn't pay heed to Jisung's words. You, on the other hand, stare at your best friend who walks away from you to examine more shower curtains. Did Lee Minho really ask Jisung, a literature student, whether that was polythene — What in the world?

"Y/N? Earth to Y/N?" Jisung snaps your attention back to the present. "Are you going to buy shower curtains today?"

"Yeah?"

"But your shower curtains were fine the last time I came home." You understand Jisung's surprise because the last time he did come home was five days back and the shower curtain was in a perfect condition. "What happened?"

You stretch your arms and point at Minho. The very culprit rolls his eyes before raising his eyebrows and sighing, voicing in the most dramatic voice you have ever heard Minho take, "Yes, Y/N. Yes, Ji. It's me. I tore the shower curtain because I fell in the shower."

"Ouch," Jisung acknowledges Minho's injury before walking past the two of you and taking a shower curtain. "Here's one. You might like this, Y/N."

"It's not PVC, Sungie."

Jisung wants to hit your head, terribly. Perhaps it's your adamance that is the reason as to why your friendship is this tight and strong but in moments like these, he likes Minho more. Minho stands by the side, arms folded and back resting against the wall as he trusts your judgement.

"Are you not going to tell her anything?"

"She handles all this at home. Give her what she wants, Ji," he laughs, fiddling with a few more shower curtains by his side. Jisung shakes his head in disappointment before mumbling, a soft frustrated groan leaving his lips as he throws his head back, "Definitely a married couple," and takes a few polyvinyl chloride made shower curtains. 

"Here," he presses his lips. "Don't blame me if the designs aren't that great. You don't get that many good designs in PVC. People go for polythene because it's more available."

"PVC doesn't tear and it's easy to clean!"

"Seconding this as a chemical engineering student," Minho chirps in from behind. You and Jisung turn to look at the man who is on his phone currently and shake your head lightly. "What?"

"He remembers his major now!" Jisung clicks his tongue. "All say, praise the Lord."

"I'm agnostic." You frown.

"More reasons for you to say it easily!"

You find a plain one in the ones he showed you and you take it. Jisung smiles finally, mumbling, "You're a frustrating customer."

"Nah," you scoff. Minho pushes himself off the wall as soon as he sees you done with the selection. "I just know what I want exactly. You, on the other hand, sweetheart," you poke his chest and Jisung chuckles. "You're a pathetic salesperson."

"Of course," he laughs the insult away. "I'm a literature student. I should be working in a publishing company as a part timer."

Minho takes the shower curtain from your hand and puts it in the cart by the side. He comes back, throwing his arm over Jisung's shoulder and frowns, "Apparently publishing companies care a lot more about who your parents are than your resume."

"It's just that publishing company," the other male looks down. "I'll try applying for another one soon."

"Do you want to grab a drink at our place tonight?"

"Can I?"

"Sure," Minho agrees. He drops his arm from Jisung's shoulder and holds the cart handle back, pushing it forward slightly. You take big strides to stand by Minho's side, also holding the handle slightly. Jisung raises his eyebrows at the two of you and with a smile that you don't think twice about, Jisung laughs.

"I'm coming over tonight."

"Sure," you throw your thumbs up at him, stretching your arm. Minho smiles softly at you, his eyes lingering a little longer at your happy figure and he feels his heart beat a little quicker at your sight. Your hair strands framing your face so beautifully, eyes shining the minute you find the exact thing you've had in your mind and your lips curving upwards in joy. 

Lee Minho finds the calmness that spring brings him every year in him all over again with you by his side.

"Bring the soju. Beer is on us!"

Jisung: binnie, binnie!! Changbin: yes, baby? Jisung: i think i have a plan. Changbin: let them be, babe. Jisung: we let them be all these years! they pinned after each other without even knowing and we had to see that painfully! Changbin: i guess you make a valid point there Jisung: is it going to rain today? Changbin: it's been raining for the last few days, sungie. it could. just because i study geography as my minor doesn't mean i can forecast weather. hey! Jisung: fine~ i'm going to get them to confess tonight 👀 Changbin: don't mess up. istg Jisung: trust me 🥺 Changbin: i do. more than ever ❤️

Jisung reaches your doorstep at sharp nine. With two bottles of soju in his hands, you see the stains of the droplets of rain falling onto his shoulder. 

It is drizzling for now and you worry if it is to rain heavily in a few minutes as the forecast mentioned. You hate the thunder. You hate how the weather changes drastically and worsens to a point that it frightens you and makes you anxious. It's a phobia you have managed to hide from everyone for fears of being treated weaker.

Jisung makes himself at home. He always has. He places the soju bottles on the kitchen countertop and Minho smiles to himself as he walks towards the point where Jisung has happily seated himself. Minho and you are on the other end of the counter while Jisung sits on the adjustable chair, swirling in it before stopping and facing you, Minho and the bottles of soju before him.

"Did it finally hit him?"

"I think?" You whisper back.

"I'm right here!" Jisung yells and you smile. Minho pulls the chair from under the counter and sits himself opposite the other male, pressing his lips together and trying to not laugh. He opens the bottle of soju after shaking it and hitting it against his elbow for a while. It clinks open, the metal hitting the glass before falling onto the table and you watch the two, as Minho pours a drink for Jisung.

He downs it in one go, letting out a loud sigh before stretching his arms and demanding a second one.

"Go easy, Sungie. You have the whole night."

"I don't," he huffs. "Now, please."

Minho pours it again before looking at you and you shake your head to indicate that you wouldn't mind a few. You grab hold of one of the empty cups on the counter before stretching your arm too. Minho laughs – a soft chuckle, so airy and light that you find yourself holding your breath for a small second there – and he pours you your drink. 

You twirl your drink, watching the liquid glide against the surface of the cup. Your best friend gets up and walks a little into the kitchen to open the fridge and grab a box of leftovers of fried chicken that you bought a few days ago. He pulls open the microwave to heat it and as he waits, he turns to look back at Jisung and asks him finally.

"Do you want me to drop a word to my uncle?"

"About?"

"He heads the Cheongsam Publication," Minho reveelas, pulling out the chicken from the microwave. He places it before the two of you and almost like you and Jisung were zoomed in, in an American sitcom, both of you gasp dramatically.

"Am I really your best friend?" Jisung yells and you narrow your eyes at Minho. Faking tears in his eyes, he persists in questioning,  "Do I not matter to you, Minho?"

"Why are you rooming with me when you could possibly afford a whole room on your own?"

"Yes, Jisung," Minho sighs and sits back on his chair. You bend forward, arms folded against the table as you stare at your best friend in betrayal. "Also, Y/N, don't you love having me around?"

He laughs and rests his head on your shoulder suddenly, causing you to stiffen them in response. Your eyes drift to the left, trying to not make it overtly obvious that Minho's sudden reaction has taken you by surprise. Your eyes land forward on Jisung who looks at you as if he knew this all along, as if he wanted exactly this. The man has a goddamn smirk plastered on his face.

Jisung downs two more shots and you look at him with a raised eyebrow, mumbling, "Slow the fuck down. No one's chasing you."

"Yeah, my goddamn plan," he mumbles before coughing and taking another. Minho sits up straight, finally lifting his head from your shoulder. He stretches his arm to pat Jisung's shoulder in comfort.

"I'll drop a word."

"Now, don't you dare go and say that you want to earn it and all that bullshit," you sigh. "It's the fucking Republic Of Korea. Nepotism is the norm."

"Not planning on saying that," Jisung glares at you. Clearly, Jisung is slightly tipsy, having been the only person to keep drinking. You and Minho opt to just watch over Jisung for the night. Your best friend puckers his lips in Minho's direction and blowing kisses, he says, "I love you, Minho."

"Changbin wouldn't like you saying that to another man though," you scoff and Jisung flips you the middle finger before downing one more and standing up. The thunder rattles the three of you exactly then and you grip the table, face turning pale instantly. Minho's attention darts to you quickly in concern.

"You okay?" You hum in response, unconvincingly though to Minho whose gaze lingers on you in worry for just a while more. That is, till Jisung rips it away by dramatically placing the back of his hand on his forehead and playing the damsel in distress as he gasps so loudly, staring at the big window.

"It's raining heavily," he sighs and you shudder, afraid of another thunderstorm as you grip tightly on the side of the table.

"So?" Minho asks, both eyebrows raised at the man before him, looking at the two of you with doe eyes.

"I'm staying over, thanks," he rushes and runs to your bedroom, quickly shutting the door and latching it and you and Minho stare at each other. As soon as the realisation of what could happen dawns over you, you rush to your closed bedroom, fists banging against the wooden door.

"Yah, Han Jisung," you turn to look at Minho who watches you in amusement. "Open the fucking door."

"No. I don't want to go back home in the rain. You and Minho can share the bed. I am never opening the door. Good night."

"What the fuck? Yah, Sungie, stop acting like a child. Open the door now." You hear no response. "Sungie? Answer me. Open the door please." Minho walks over to you, and tries knocking too, in vain however because Jisung has no plans to open the door.

You look at Minho, the man slightly towering you as he stands by your side and you gasp. You had to share the bed with the same man you just realised you could, perhaps, have developed feelings for?

"Fuck."

Jisung: it finally seems to be working, binnie! luck's on my side this time. Changbin: oh baby. just please don't be disappointed if it doesn't work out this time either. Jisung: i won't be because it's definitely going to work out. eeeee! i'm so excited! 

Another thunderstorm ripples through the air.

Your heart beats quicker in anxiety, eyes squeezing shut as you grip tightly on the pillow, a light whimper leaving your lips. You feel the mattress shuffling underneath you and in the next minute, your ears are covered by Minho's hands. You stiffen as he edges closer to you, his chin resting on your shoulder as his palm pressed against your pinna, covering your ear completely to protect you from the loud sounds of the thunder.

"Minho, what—"

His hand on your right ear slightly shifts to the side as he bends forward to whisper into your ear, to amplify the sounds enough as a way to distract you.

"You never ever told me you were scared of thunderstorms."

Lee Minho is way too close to you to think straight. You feel his body pressed against your back, heat radiating from him to you through your oversized hoodie. His breath is harsh against your skin as he leans close to whisper into your ear. And all this in an attempt to forget the thunderstorm.

So far, it's working like magic. 

Your voice is almost small when you inform him, "We never happened to be in the same place during one," and Minho swears to God, he could lose it completely. All the self control to not confess and take you there is so ready to be shoved out of the window that all he can do is try and focus on worrying about your fears.

"I'll protect you," he mumbles so softly that you turn around to look at him. His eyes are bright in the soft lights in his room and as he lies by your side, so close that you can hear his heart that beats faster and his breath that is shallow, your lips part and you watch him.

You are fully justified for falling in love with this man. 

A man that tells you he'd protect you from your fears, god alone knows how, but the fact that they don't seem like empty words. A man that you know like the back of your hand and the same man that seems to have protected you all throughout your life, even if you have done the same. It was inevitable. Falling for Lee Minho is inevitable.

And that's why you kiss him. Because you're in love with him so badly that all you can zero in is him, him, him.

Your lips press against his, so softly for a split second. As if you are unsure. As if you know you could be ruining years of friendship over something the two of you could consider a mistake. 

You kiss him and suddenly it's the only thing that matters to you right now. Him, him, him. Your lips are slow and soft against him. It is almost as if you are reminding yourself that there has been nothing more morbidly right than this. To fall in love with your best friend. Minho's hand slowly lifts up to rest below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breath mingles only for a split second — one filled with hesitance and uncertainty — before you pull away, looking at your best friend.

It is just a second of a kiss and with Minho so stiff by your side, you panic, and ramble. "I'm sorry. I should have thought it could be unrequited. I like you and I should have asked—”

Minho crashes his lips on yours, so quickly that it takes your breath away and cuts your sentence in half, but you don't care. He pulls you towards him, hands cupping your face tightly and angling it to kiss you, encasing your lower lips in his as he moves against your pink ones. You let out a small gasp as you deepen the kiss, running your fingers down his spine, holding him as close as possible until there is no space left between the two of you. It is just you and him in this small room. Just you and him in focus. You can feel the beating of his heart against your chest. Loud, clear and unknown to you that it beats for you in this minute. That it has always been beating for you.

Minho presses his tongue to the seam of your lips and, the minute you let him in, he delves inside your mouth, tongue chasing after yours. Minho kisses you like he has finally achieved the greatest thing ever and he never wants to let it go. Minho kisses like he loves you and you feel it. You feel every ounce of it.

Your arms move up his back and tangle around his thick, strong neck. Playing with the ends of his roots, you suck on his lower lips before he pulls away and finally tells you, "I've always been in love with you, Y/N. Always."

Kissing you again, his thumb digs into the skin by your jaw as he delves deeper, as if he never wants to let you go. The air in the room heats up when your hand moves under his shirt, feeling his muscles under your skin and you moan against his lips. Minho lets go of your lips only to kiss the side of it and then your cheeks and then your jugular before he is littering kisses all over your neck. You moan explicitly, gripping on him and slightly grinding on his thigh. You feel your core heating up, arousal sticking to your panties and all you can think is,

“I want you.”

Minho swears to God that he has always loved confident women but when you shattered right before him and built your confidence right back up — that is the hottest thing he swears he has seen. That, and the fact that you had always been hot before his eyes.

“Really?” Minho lifts himself up and hovers on top of you.

“Really,” you decide to respond before you cup his face and pull his face closer to yours. You don't pull him in for a kiss just yet. Your eyes zero on him, trying to cancel out the loud thunderstorms in the background and just focus on the man before you that you love, that you've been in love unknowingly for a while. 

You just hold his face and learn. You try to remember every single detail of his face that you never focussed on before.

You realise over again that his eyes are your favourite thing. They are black as charcoal and yet still shimmer as if stars are trapped and enclosed beneath them. And when he narrows them to look at you with a daze, your heart throbs and you gulp. They make your heart hurt whenever they fix on you.

You know his skin is soft as you touch. As creamy and velvety as they are, you can't stop touching him. 

His mouth is a pretty shade of coral, plump and pouty and honestly so kissable it hurts to look at it for more than a few seconds. You wonder how you haven't driven yourself to kiss him yet. All these years.

Everything about his face is soft and delicate, that is till he turns a little to the side and angles it perfectly, his head backward and you can clearly see the sharpness of his jawline; the distinct manly cut that makes your mouth dry and your heart beat faster. 

“You are perfect,” you gulp, your eyes back on him and Minho smiles widely. His warm breath caresses your face and his forehead is pressed against yours immediately.

“You know what else is perfect, baby?”

“No,” your voice is airy, even though you already know what he is going to say. You know it and yet the thought causes your heart to skip a bit, and flutter a lot in your chest.

“You and everything you have to offer. You are not average. You are one of the most perfect women I've seen in my whole life, Y/N,” he says. As soon as the words spill from his mouth, your lips are on his, claiming his mouth, the same ones that whispered into your ear that there is nothing to be afraid when he's right there by your side.

He gasps loudly as your hands leave his face and move to his hair to pull him down towards you — you need him so close to you. Your fingers get lost in his thick locks as you tug on them, forcing him to bend a lot forward and gladly welcome the intrusion of your tongue.

His lips are as soft as feathers and they feel like what you think heaven feels like. The warmth you experience is so much more than the tingle of first kisses and those innocent butterflies have nothing on the wanting void of a pit in your nether regions and the slick in between your thighs. 

His hands slide down from your hips to reach behind your back and pull you upwards, only to tightly clasp around the curve of your bottom cheeks.

“Minho,” you groan against his lips after he pulls away from you. His lips are red and swollen, slick and shining with your saliva and so incredibly inviting you all over again and you fear that you may never want to stop kissing him for as long as you are breathing. You fear getting too addicted to this human – more than you already are – to a point where you need to be attached to him by the hip, to never let go of him.

Minho's lips move from your swollen lips to the curve of your jaw, down to the curved edges of your neck, sucking and kissing every exposed skin. 

His hand moves from your clothed arse to under your hoodie, hand pressed against your back as he pulls you closer and forwards, until your chests are pressed against one another. His mouth is everywhere and god, you feel infinite and powerful.

His lips hover on yours. He smiles widely and you think it's cute. He inches his chin forward, flicking your nose a little with his own, a shy smile on his lips as he silently asks the permission to claim your lips anew; all over again.

You nod your head to signal yes. You hold your breath and your eyes flutter shut, awaiting him and his warmth.

Minho's kiss is slow and delicate at first. It is drawn out in a way that makes you want more, so much more, that you want to pull him in and suck the life out of him and yet, at the same time, it is precious and laced with not only the passion of the moment but also the tenderness of a first time together.

It makes your insides twitch and your heart lunge and it fogs up all of your thoughts to the point you feel yourself drowning in the sensation of his lips, pressed tightly on your own. 

Your heart is beating quicker than ever in your chest, against your ribs, and you pull him even closer, so tight your chests have no choice but to heave against each other with every single breath you take. You don’t want to let him go, not now, not tomorrow, not ever.

Minho is something you desperately want to hold onto in your life. He knows your secrets, your everything. He knows what you like and how you like it. He seems to know everything and the thought of letting him go aches your heart and constraints your throat with a sob you wouldn't dare to let out. You want him to be completely yours.

And these thoughts turn you desperate. They force you to make the kiss deeper, to lick his lips and bite them down, to gulp down every sigh and whimper that comes out of him and make them your own. To make him yours.

Your eyes flutter shut, taking in the way his mouth moves over yours, arching further into him. You groan into his mouth and his grip on your back tightens instantly.

“I want you so much, Minho,” you whimper against him after your lips part from his. You lick your lips and gaze at him with your partially closed eyes. “So fucking much.”

“Then, have me. Take me,” Minho purrs against your exposed skin. In a minute, he pulls the oversized hoodie over you, leaving you in just your undergarments as he discards it to the side. His mouth moves over the skin above your breasts and his hand traces the bra you are wearing. He gazes at it and mumbles before latching his mouth back on your skin, “You are so fucking beautiful. Always have been.”

You gleam in pride and your body arches at the contact of his mouth on your skin. Your hands are on the side of his face as you pull him away.

“Can I?”

“Have me? Yes. Completely,” he smiles. He wonders if you are confident. That's all that he hopes when you look at him so unsure and so doubtingly. 

You wet your lips again quickly, your breath coming out in hot puffs of air. Your hands immediately rush to his top, roughly pushing it above. Minho helps you out and pulls it completely away. You are blinded by the passion burning inside of you, your hands eager to explore and touch every expanse of his glowing skin. You want to touch, feel, have a complete experience. You want Minho to remind you of everything you are missing out on.

Your lips attack his neck in a hurry, all rough and passionate on his tender, soft skin, blooming red roses that turn purple against it. You repeat your actions till he’s softly moaning out your name, almost purring them out that you feel yourself becoming slicker. His hands on your back pull you closer and into him so that you won’t stop tainting his flesh and slowly, his soul, in the best ways possible.

Minho whines and sighs and grunts for you. He doesn't hold himself back as his lips leave appreciation for who you are. He closes his eyes as he parts his lips to whimper out your name with every new thing you find that excites him and it drives you absolutely insane. 

You know you should not but you can’t stop wondering how he would sound like as you fuck him hard, rock on his cock to milk his orgasm, make him beg not to stop. You desperately want to break him and draw all these nice sounds out of him, but you know it would most probably be the other way round. Minho allows you to take control occasionally but you know he wants the lead. He wants to be the one to break you apart and pull you back together. 

He pulls back from you, his hands leaving your back and resting on either of your sides. Minho's dark hair brushes over his crescent lidded eyes and nearly shields the hungry, desperate gaze of them. His hand plays with the strap of your panties as his gaze flickers between affection and lust. He cocks his head to the side before asking, “You do want this, right?”

You nod, hoping it would be enough and that he would resume.

“I need to hear you say it out loud, baby,” he firmly says and you gulp.

“Yes, yes. Minho, fuck, I want this. I need this,” you whine, your eyes glassy, as you grip his forearm to lift yourself up and grate and move against the evident bulge on his jeans. 

Minho merely needs that verbal confirmation. He pulls away your panties, resting on your hips and you groan. Still hovering above you and his hands over your pubic mound, his fingers trail lower and you tug at your lower lip in anticipation. Easily, he finds your clit, and begins to rub in slow, languid, lazy motion, up and down, waiting for the moan he so loves to hear from you to spill from your mouth. He grins when he hears those little whimpers and you feel your legs lose mobility from the pleasure he brings you with just a flick of his finger. 

Your back slightly arches off the soft mattress upon the bed when his finger leaves your clit to draw a line up your wet slit, collecting as much of your arousal as he can before slipping his glistening fingers out to admire them in the light. Your cheeks taint pink in embarrassment.

“Fuck,” Minho moans, taking his coated finger into his mouth to suck your juices from it. His eyes flutter shut as if he’s tasting the sweetest aphrodisiac ever known and your lips part at this sight. Lee Minho looks irresistible and you want him, completely.

“God,” he groans. Minho slides himself down your body until he’s in level with your pussy. His eyes gazed at it in sheer adoration and your hand slapped against your mouth. He takes two fingers to spread your lips apart for a better view. “You’re dripping, baby girl.”

You wail as he drags a finger up and down your slit, playfully teasing your fold, making you whine his name out loud. The way you plead for him, beg for him, grind down on his teasing fingers, all set a fire inside you. This has been what you had been craving for so long. The ability of this man to cloud your thoughts and set your body on fire makes you yearn for him even more.

“Minho,” you cry out, whimpering underneath him. “Fingers. I need you. Please, Minho.”

You gasp, your voice airy, when the tip of his finger tentatively slips into you while your fingers dig at his shoulders between your thighs. “Minho, I want you. I just really want you. I need to feel you. Please.”

He drags his finger out of you before you clutch onto him, feeling the need to be overwhelmed. He presses his thumb on your clit and a whimper leaves your mouth. 

“Minho.” And he slides his digit in again almost as if on cue. He pumps his finger in and out of you as his thumb harshly rubs circles on your clit. Your hand leaves your mouth and grabs your hair as the other digs further into his shoulder. 

His mouth leaves hot air against the skin covering your acetabulum and you shudder. His lips graze from there till your thigh before biting on them, sucking them deliriously and leaving you as a whimpering mess.

“Minho, fuck!” You scream, your fingers grabbing your hair to hold control of your body. 

“That's it, baby,” he says against the skin of your thighs. “How I've wanted those beautiful lips to scream out my name from when I've felt them.”

Minho adds another finger and your eyes are screwed shut as he curls them within you and you gasp at the feeling of being widened. You are elated and you feel your arousal leaking down your thighs. He rubs your inside and your clitoris faster and you push your hips towards him, moving with his pace. Minho is also leaving beautiful purple marks in a trail on your thigh and you gape in awe.

You find it all too much. Your emotions are all over the place and your hormones rise up. The movement of his fingers inside you and around your clit, his lips attacking your erogenous spots, kissing, biting and licking short stripes on them. It finally gets to you and you scream his name out in pleasure. Your first orgasm comes crashing down upon you, blinding you. You release all over his fingers and Minho helps you ride out your high as he drags his finger repeatedly but this time, slower than what had been. 

Your head lifts up and hits the pillow slightly as it tilts away. Minho moves upwards, hovering over your face and smiles. You smile back. You are so happy and you do not know how to put it into words.

“Minho?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks?”

“For what?” He looks at you quizzically. 

“That was my first orgasm in months now that wasn't brought about by my own fingers,” you smile wearily and Minho leans forwards and kisses your forehead.

"Should have come to me," he laughs.

"Didn't know if I'd be ruining our friendship."

"Pfft," he scoffs, before kissing you again, his lips gliding against yours and piecing in as if they were always meant to be against yours. "I've been in love with you forever."

"Took me a while to know my own feelings," you mumbles. “Also,” you continue, hoping he listens to your request. “Can I . . . ride you?”

Minho is stunned. There are so many things about you that stuns him and maybe it's the way you try to take control that make you look so much hotter before his eyes. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you plead. “If that is not a bother to you.”

“Why would it? Your wish is my command, but only for this night. Next time, my love, we do this my way,” he teases and winks and your core throbs at his words.

Minho pulls himself away from your body, pulling his shirt over his head and his denim down and away. As he flings his clothes aside and relaxes against the mattress, his cock springs free against his stomach, leaking with milky precum. You sit up beside the space Minho has taken over and watch him and his cock deliriously and lustfully.

You sit up, crawling over to straddle his lap, nervousness setting into your stomach. You’re really doing this. You gulp and swallow the saliva as you look at Minho, whose gaze gives you comfort and confidence. The muscles in your arm stiffens as you grip his shoulder for stability and Minho notices.

“It’s okay,” he reassures you, sensing your reluctance and worry. He pushes back the stray hair falling over your eyes. “You're doing wonderful, babygirl. You are finally all mine. What a pretty girl and all to myself now."

You nod, biting down on your lower lip, and tugging at it harshly, cheeks heating up at his words, arousal gushing out as you look down before aligning with his cock. You want this. You needed this release.

As your folds, dripping with thick, sticky arousal, brush the tip of his hardened cock, you feel a shudder run down your spine. You instinctively allow yourself to lower further, taking the rest of him in you swiftly with the help of your arousal. Sinking down around his dick and feeling him fully wrapped around your clutching walls has you moaning out his name, gasping and panting for air, “Fuck, Minho.”

You rock your hips into him, trying this as you picture it to be, already finding yourself tightening and clenching around his thick length. He fills you up so nicely, stuffing you perfectly full and you salivate. Your lips parts and you find your hips moving on their own accord.

As much as Minho wants to give you complete power over this, it isn't like him and he wishes he could be better. Minho takes your hips in his hands, taking control of your movements to raise you up, leaving you empty and whining. You clench around nothing but air and your own walls, desperate to sink back down. “Minho,” you whine, your lower lip puckers forwards and you feel sad.

As his hand grip around your hips to get a better hold, he slams you back down on his cock, hard, causing you to scream. “Minho, ah!”

He continuously guides you in a rhythmic movement, throwing his head back into his pillows and groaning. You are glad he is helping you out because you know you could not have done it on your own after having just ridden out your high.

The sheen of sweat glistening on his chest catches your eye as he pants. The way his eyes clenched shut and his mouth hangs open with pleasure only makes you move faster around his cock. The sight before you makes you want to see him fucked out further. You want him to crumble under you because of you. 

You ride him, bouncing on his dick and clenching when you feel yourself reaching your climax for the second time that night. Minho’s finger moves down and slips between your sweat soaked bodies to rub your clit, pushing you even further over the edge. Minho knows how to make a woman putty in his hands and you are a living witness of this.

“Are you going to come?” He asks, breathlessly, his voice airy and light, almost floating away. He pulls his head forward to kiss your collarbones, sucking harsh bruises against your skin, continuing further down the existing purple bruises.

“Y-Yes,” you sigh, lacing your fingers through his hair and tugging on the dark strands. “Mhm, fuck, you feel so good, Minho.” You lean forward and the motion causes Minho to whine. You quickly catch it as your lips fall on his. His lips enclose yours and he kisses you slowly and passionately as you move on his cock, lazily.

Words, unfiltered and raw, spill out from your mouth after your lips leave his as you feel the high that is creeping up slowly within you. “Minho, fuck. Oh fuck, you feel so good.”

“Then, come.”

Minho moans against your neck as he feels you, his finger rubbing your clit, “Babygirl, oh fuck. Come all over my cock.”

Minho’s other hand that is not occupied leaves your hip and moves upwards to find their place on your neck. His fingers gently wrap themselves around your neck and his eyes flicker a mischief that makes you wetter than you already are. He presses his fingers against your neck with pressure and you choke. Your mouth opens wide and your tongue falls out slightly resting on your lower lip. Your eyes roll back and your walls clench around Minho’s cock tightly.

Minho learns that your dirty liking for choking is incredibly hot. Seeing you like this is what he knows would get him to come when you are not around. Your fucked out expression as you gasp for air makes Minho plunge into you harder and you choke harder.

A final flick of his finger over your sensitive button and a bit more pressure over your neck are all it takes for your body to flood with pleasure and ecstasy. Your legs tighten around Minho's waist, curling in as you ride out your high for as long as possible, still moving your hips against him. His fingers let go of your neck and you breath loudly, taking in huge gulps of air.

Not long after your undoing, he comes inside you, coating your walls with his seed as you feel his length pulsate within you.

Once your body falls limp against his chest, equally fucked out and panting for air, you feel him going soft inside you. He lifts you up, slowly slipping out of you and gently laying you by his side. His fingers rub small circles on your hips after pulling you closer into him. 

“Hey,” you say and smile. 

Minho kisses your forehead and then, the peak of your nose, and finally, kisses your lips, softly. It isn't lustful or anything. Just plain passion seeping from him to you. You feel his admiration and an emotion you fear to mistake for love. He pulls away and smiles, “Hey, beautiful.”

He comes closer and licks the side of your neck, where he had wrapped his fingers out. The one fantasy that you are so in love with. He peppers soft kisses around it and mumbles an apology. 

“No,” you quickly stop him. “That was everything. I— I really like you." Pausing, the thought crashes your head, post your high and you mumble, "Fuck, I fell in love with my best friend." 

You nuzzle into his chest after he pulls back, your arms wrapping around his body as you calm yourself. Minho chuckles into your ear, "Yes, yes. You clearly did. What do we do now?"

"Take responsibility." You mumble as you slowly find yourself feeling sleepy. Your eyes are slowly drooping and your voice lowers in tone, words drifting away almost, “You better take responsibility for my feelings and take care of me.”

“It'd truly be my honour,” Minho mumbles, lifting you slowly to push his one arm beneath your neck. He uses the other hand to push your hair away from your face. Kissing your forehead, lips lingering for a while, he smiles to himself, laughing slightly as he asks you, "Was the schlong good?”

You laugh softly, snuggling into his chest, fist against it as you try to fall asleep, thunderstorms long forgotten. Kissing his chest, you giggle, "Best ever schlong I have ever had, baby. All mine to keep now."

Jisung: can you pick me up? Changbin: this late? Jisung: i just wanted them to confess. not fuck like bunnies. useless fact i learnt today: they are both loud in bed. Changbin: i'm laughing off the bed literally!!! also!!! Jisung: yeah? Changbin: and they were roommates! Jisung: god, they were roommates. 🙄❤️