#first male reader insert

[marsian-tango]

Yandere Cowboy

Ah, the countryside…

It’s such a contrast to the messy and hectic scenery of the city—flickering lights from the streets, which shine manages to cover the inside of your bedroom, even with the curtains drawn; loud voices that echo against the quiet of the neighborhood at night; the constant fear of getting robbed while you’re walking home from the grocery store, or at the bus station, or while you’re taking a nice stroll in the park.

You chose to live in the city. It inspired you at the time. It made you feel like a complete star, living in a cosmopolitan environment, breathing the air filled with potential and dreams, sending new chapters and drafts to your editorial almost everyday. You wanted this, so why does it seem so annoying now?

Maybe it’s because you drank a little bit too much tonight, but the idea of leaving your entire life behind and starting again doesn’t seem so bad all of the sudden…

Imagine. A pretty farm, lots of animals, creating a new routine, meeting new people, expanding your horizons. It’s perfect! Plus, you can still do your job, this shouldn’t be an impediment. In fact, this is gonna get you the inspiration that you’ve been lacking lately!

Oh, a whole new life waiting ahead of you. The intoxicating calmness and the pretty landscapes are bound to make you feel right at home. You just know it.

It’s been two months since you arrived at this place. The Campbell farm. You’ve gotten pretty used to the whole country life—if you may say so yourself.

You walk through the farm after eating breakfast, heading to the barn like you usually do. Waving and cooing at the animals that you passed by, making sure to bathe in praise every cute animal that you see.

You take in the morning sight, the one that always takes your breath away, no matter how many times you see it. It remains just as beautiful every single time you look at it.

Lush green plains covering the landscape, as well as fields with different kinds of vegetables and cereals, and a few small creeks here and there that seem to shine in an ethereal glow when the sunlight hits it. The breeze caresses your face softly, bringing the faint smell of mud with it. It’s all just like the stories you always read, or the Hallmark movies you sometimes watch—the ones you take a guilty pleasure from.

It’s all a new routine, different from the one you had in the city. Wake up at 7:44—even if the Campbell ladies scold you for ‘waking up late’; collect the eggs from the chicken coop; make yourself breakfast; clean the chicken coop; feed the animals—except the cows, they may look cute and soft, but they haven’t warmed up to you yet; and lastly, find Flynn to see if he needs any help.

Ah, right. Flynn.

“Hey! How’s it goin’, sweetheart?” A deep voice resonates in the old barn, pulling a knowing smile from your face.

“Nothing much.” You say dismissively. “How are you? Anything I can help you with?”

Flynn Bennet. The golden boy of these lands. Son of a well respected landowner, who passed away when he was just a kid. Popular amongst the other landowners for his helpful nature and charming presence—and that’s exactly why he’s here, helping out at the Campbell’s farm out of the goodness of his heart.

“Oh, I’m doin’ just fine on my own, sweetheart.” He says as he lifts a square bale and puts it amongst others in a corner. He steps towards you, standing in front of you. “But I actually have some business in town, wanna come with?”  Your face lights up at his offer and you nod eagerly.

He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to bring you closer as you two start walking to his truck. “Mhm, knew you’d agree.”

Ever since you got here, you’ve felt a sense of comfort every time Flynn’s around. He’s your only friend here apart from the owners of the farm after all. He’s just such a country sweetheart, and you don’t want to stereotype him…but he’s a living stereotype himself! He’s a true gentleman. He’s helpful, caring, respectful, handsome. You like being around him, and—in all honesty—who doesn’t?

He always seems to appear out of nowhere when you need him the most, or when you’re coincidentally looking for him. He’s just always so within reach. Every time you have a problem—as minuscule as it may be—he’s there. Like when the bathroom door got stuck after you came out of the shower, or when your curiosity got the best of you and you tried to hand feed the cows, or that time when you thought it’d be cool to ride a horse—without really knowing how to ride a horse. 

But that’s only what you perceive, isn’t it?

You don’t notice his lingering gaze tracing every curve of your body when you’re not looking. You don’t notice the way his polite smile seems to tense—like it always does when he’s lying—when he says that the Campbell’s asked him to do the laundry for them, but he only ever picks up your clothes. You don’t notice the heavy breathing coming from your wardrobe when you’re about to go to sleep.

To you, he’s your knight in shining armor, ready to help you whenever you need. But to the omniscient presence following your story? Well…it’s complicated.

“I don’t wanna sound like a jerk, but both look the same to me.” You deadpan, shrugging at him.

Flynn rolls his eyes. “C’mon, darlin’! They’re two completely different colors—oh, whatever. Just tell me which one you like best.” He slightly lifts the two hangers with the shirts, so you can see them better. The only aspect that helps you tell them apart is an almost imperceptible shade difference. You don’t seem to be a very helpful shopping-buddy.

Before you can give your answer, a sudden voice startles both of you.

“Well, look who we have here, if it ain’t the Golden Boy himself!” You turn your head to look at the stranger, which makes him drift his gaze to you. A smirk stretches across the stranger’s face before he acknowledges your presence. “And…a cute lil’ angel too.”

“Ah…” You laugh awkwardly, unaware of the hard glare Flynn was giving the man. “Uhm, you guys know each other?”

Flynn huffs under his breath as he sets the shirts he was holding on a nearby table. He hates being interrupted, and he especially despises being interrupted while he’s spending time with you. Don’t people know that intrusions like these are impolite? Ugh! He just wishes he could bang this guy’s head against the wall over, and over, and over, and—

“Boy, do we know each other, huh, Bennie?” The man chuckles, patting Flynn’s shoulder with a bit too much force, but Flynn’s broad body doesn’t flinch. “We’re like cousins, we went to school together!”

Flynn lets out a sigh, clenching his fist in exasperation until his knuckles turn white. “Yeah, good to see you, Harvey, but we’re actually a lil’ busy here—”

“Oh, don’t kick me out like this! I still need to get to know this lil’ sugarcube right here…” His eyes slowly wander down your body, his tongue running along his lower lip as he does so.

Your eyes widen slightly in response to his overwhelming—and kind of off putting—attention, making you turn to Flynn for support. His features soften as his gaze collides with yours, and he gives you a reassuring smile.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, Harvey,” You say politely, but unenthusiastically. “But Flynn’s right, we were actually about to leave, so…” You lie, feigning an apologetic look.

“Oh, well that’s quite alright! You see, I can tell you’re not from ‘round here, and I’ve heard that the Campbell’s got a little guest on their farm,” Harvey takes a step closer to you, invading your space, and making you back away until your back touches the wall behind you. “You don’t happen to be said guest, do ya’? Cause if you are, then I could—you know—drop by and…pay you a lil’ visit.” He smirks at you, and you grimace.

Next thing you know, Flynn’s pulling you to his chest, away from Harvey. You welcome his comforting touch with open arms, letting him hold you against him, and ignoring how tight his grip is on you. You pretend not to notice the sharp tension hanging in the air, and you also pretend not to notice how the man’s face turns from arrogance to something close to fear.

“We’ll be on our way now, Harvs. It was…nice seeing you.” His voice sounds just as easy going as it always does, but there’s something in the way he says it. Something…fake. Restrained. Controlled. As if he was holding back from saying something entirely different.

You two leave the shop without sparing him a single glance. Flynn’s grip on your arm remains tight, he seems to have forgotten to let go, but you don’t dare remind him. You’ve never seen him act like this, and it unnerves you.

You get in his truck, sitting in the passenger's seat, and he buckles your seatbelt for you before turning the car. Even in a state of wrath, he remains a gentleman.

The ride back to the farm is quiet, disturbingly so. You choose to leave him be and let him cool off instead of questioning his behavior—no matter how intrigued you are. Throughout the whole journey home, you stay in your head, daydreaming about everything and anything.

And while you wonder if the cupcake that you left in the fridge disappeared, was stolen, or you simply ate it and don’t remember—Flynn is scheming.

Lost in his head, his mind going 100 miles per hour, he plans how he’ll punish that bastard for shamelessly harassing you in front of him. He plans how he’ll make that vermin pay for even attempting to woo you. He plans where he’ll hide the body. He plans if he’ll even leave a body.

He’ll gauge his eyes. He’ll skin him alive. He’ll chop off every limb of his body. He’ll make sure to give him a slow and agonizingly painful death.

Flynn Bennet has never killed anyone. Why would he? He’s the Golden Boy after all, the knight in shining armor, the prince charming. But now that he has you. Lovely, sweet, innocent, God-sent you. What is he supposed to do?! Let that parasite…live? NO!

C’mon! ‘Sugarcube’? CREEP ALERT!

Someone as precious as you shouldn't have to deal with morons like that.

He needs to protect you! You’re from the city, you don’t know how disgusting these people can be—how nauseating they are! They’ll try to take advantage of your naivety and hurt you!

Not him though. He’s the exception, he’s the only one you can trust.

Sure—he may or may not sniff your dirty clothes until he falls asleep, and he may or may not watch you while you change…and sleep…and shower…and just overall exist—but that’s just a bad habit! He’ll quit once you become his, he swears!

He will take great care of you. The second you become his, you’ll never have to worry ever again.

He’ll take care of everything, so don’t worry about a thing. He’ll make sure to romance you how it’s supposed to, like a true gentleman. Trust him. His mother and older sister have taught him how to treat a darling like you.

So, just you wait. You just keep writing your stories, playing with the animals, getting to know yourself. He’ll take care of the rest.

After all, what better way to live the country life than with a cowboy by your side?

I did it! I finally did it! I finished what i was supposed to finish a month ago! Are you guys proud of me? I know you're not, you must be heavily disappointed, especially the person who requested this. I'm sorry. But I did it, at last, the prophecy has been fulfilled and I can finally write whatever I want guiltless... I know it's not very good nor very long, but at least it's here (Which is the bare minimum, I'm sorry) I love you all, I hope everyone is having a good day or night. Remember to point out any mistakes that you see. Ps. @c4cyk4 I'm really sorry, my sweet N4N4, I owe you. I shouldn't have taken this long. I love you, don't leave me, wifey <3

[sargeteen]

𝒔𝒕. 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂 ! ˡˢ²

i ain't never had a doubt inside me 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

𝒍ogan sargeant x 𝒓apper!male reader synopsis: reader is an american rapper, one with a loyal, but small, fanbase. despite this, a formula 1 driver can’t help but love his music and pushes for him to visit a grand prix, but forgets to specify how.

genre: smau warnings: i’m using songs sung by black artists for readers album, so the faceclaim for reader in pics are going to be black, but anyone can read this!

requested: yes! author's note: i immediately thought of logan when i saw this request because of his love for eminem. songs used for second wind: squabble up, pride., duckworth, and the prayer by kendrick lamar. mutt by leon thomas. st. chroma, rah tah tah, and wusyaname by tyler, the creator

masterlist.

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ynsmic second wind out now.

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userone the popularity of y/n needs to be studied this man deserves every single piece of hype he gets and more ⤷ usertwo that's what im saying!! this man has more talent than half of the rappers out on the hot 100

userthree going from squabble up right into mutt is crazy the vibe change was revolutionary

userfour the different vibes of this album is CRAZYYY i love it omg ⤷ userfive right?? like having mutt, squabble up, duckworth, and the prayer all on the same album is insane ⤷ usersix i like how it feels like they don't fit together. like the different vibes of the songs and topics don't fit together, but it feels like he's just having fun and sharing short stories and not only telling one story liked by ynsmic

logansargeant time to change my hype songs from lose yourself to st. chroma ⤷ userseven maybe lose yourself was making you lose yourself in the car that's why you aren't driving good ⤷ logansargeant bro...too far

usereight now what is logan sargeant doing here ⤷ usernine he mentioned y/n’s music like once in an interview back when he was in f2

userten alr now when is tour ⤷ ynsmic when a million+ people stream second wind ⤷ logansargeant i could probably manage that

♫ y/n l/n • st. chroma

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logansargeant baku was good, but next week is when it gets good. going for a logan sweep for the home race. see you in miami.

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usereleven no eminem??

alexalbon a logan sargeant pole is in the near future ⤷ logansargeant please work your beautiful manifestation skills

ynsmic great song choice 🔥 liked by logansargeant

usertwelve RAHHHH WTF IS A KILOMETERRR LETS GO LOGAN 🔥🔥🔥🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

userthirteen wait this song is like lowkey fire ⤷ userfourteen it really makes me think of logan fr like “promise im gon make it out” just makes me think of he’s gonna make it out of williams 😭😭

williamsracing our favorite american!! ⤷ userfifteen nobody cares ⤷ usersixteen gtfo man

userseventeen now who is y/n ⤷ usereighteen i'm not sure but i like this song

📍 miami, florida

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ynsmic played at a local bar last night, met some cool people, got some even cooler news for you guys soon

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usernineteen second wind world tour ⤷ ynsmic not at that stage yet, soon though

usertwenty what is team williams doing here ⤷ usertwone right like ik logan is a fan of y/n but alex what are you doing here ⤷ usertwtwo hear me out, he's in miami, miami grand prix is next week ⤷ usertwone alright grandma lets get you to bed

logansargeant i think second wind is better on a stage ⤷ ynsmic i like your thought process

usertwthree i got a picture with you! it was great to meet you and i can't wait to see you live again soon! liked by ynsmic

f1 👀 ⤷ usertwfour alright what does this mean bro

♫ y/n l/n • MUTT

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ynsmic and f1 second wind @ miami grand prix. see you soon.

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logansargeant williamsracing f1 while this isnt what i meant by inviting y/n to a gp but ill take it ⤷ ynsmic thanks for the invite man, even if it wasn't the right one ⤷ alexalbon sorry, logan is freaking out. he says your welcome liked by ynsmic

usertwfive bro this rapper is small as hell what is f1 doing inviting him to perform at a grand prix, the miami one no less 💀 ⤷ ynsmic i ask myself the same thing, but logan and i met at my gig the other night and he was going to invite me to a grand prix, but f1 thought he wanted me to perform, so here we are

usertwsix f1 and y/n fans how are we feeling ⤷ usertwseven im so glad i got tickets to the miami gp now only because of y/n

usertweight miami gp? more like y/n gp ⤷ usertwnine alright lets get you to bed

williamsracing williams is sorry for the mix up ⤷ userthirty nah my team is cooked theyre talking in third point of view ⤷ userthione nah your team is cooked by having logan as a driver this comment has been deleted by ynsmic!

userthitwo i need y/n and logan to interact at the miami gp please

userthithree my little rapper isnt so little anymore

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f1gossip before the miami grand prix weekend starts, logan sargeant and oscar piastri are seen on the streets of miami with y/n l/n, an up and coming rapper that is set to perform at the opening ceremony for the miami grand prix

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userthifour i've never heard of y/n before ⤷ userthifive neither have i, but i did look up his music and it's pretty good

userthisix man this dude has like 5k monthly listeners on spotify what is he doing performing at the miami grand prix 💀💀 ⤷ userthiseven y/n said that he was just supposed to visit the williams garage cause of logan, but there was miscommunication and they invited him to perform ⤷ userthieight or it's because nobody wants to perform at the miami gp so they picked out an artist nobody knows

userthinine im like lowkey excited for the opening ceremony

userfourty imagine logan gets pole and p1 because of y/n (his fav artist since f2) being there ⤷ userfourone i would bet real money on that because that's never going to happen ⤷ userfourtwo don't sleep on my boy logan alright ⤷ userfourthree i'll gladly sleep on logan slowgeant

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ynsmic what a way to start the weekend. even though many people didn't know who i was, it was still a blast to perform second wind in my hometown on a large stage and spread my music to the world.

let's go logan sargeant sweep for miami.

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userfourfour y/n is a ls2? ⤷ ynsmic he's the reason why i got to perform, so i'm obligated to cheer him on

logansargeant if y/n has one fan, it's me. if y/n has no fans, i'm dead. ⤷ ynsmic my biggest fan

logansargeant i was screaming the lyrics from the williams garage ⤷ alexalbon can confirm this (i even got it on video) ⤷ ynsmic that was you? (send it to me?)

userfourfive i love this friendship that y/n and logan have ⤷ userfoursix the fact that logan was a fan of y/n for years and now he's friends with y/n. logan must fan boy every time they interact

userfourseven who else came here after watching the opening ceremony???? ⤷ userfoureight i did!! ⤷ userfournine me as well! might become a new fan of him...

♫ y/n l/n • squabble up - radio edit

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f1 and logansargeant LOGAN SARGEANT TO START IN POLE POSITION TOMORROW IN MIAMI!!!!

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userfifty holy fucking shit

userfifone LOGAN SARGEANT SWEEEEEP IN AMERICAAAAA RAHHHHH

userfiftwo GUYS MY DRIVER DID IT HE DID IT LETS GOOOO

ynsmic am i allowed to take responsibility for this? ⤷ logansargeant maybe.

userfifthree OH MY GOD AMERICAAAAA RAHHH

alexalbon MY SEXY AMERICAN TEAMMATE THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT OH MY GOD MANIFESTATION WORKS!!

♫ y/n l/n • st.chroma - radio edit

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f1 and logansargeant LOGAN. SARGEANT. WINS. MIAMI. After a rough rookie year and troubles with his car and races, the only American on the grid has officially done it, and at his home race.

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ynsmic THAT'S MY LOGAN ⤷ userfiffour your logan? ⤷ logansargeant Y/NNNNN LFGGGGG

userfiffive everybody who doubted my boy logan, i expect apologies with tears and a ukelele

userfifsix THATS RIGHTTT!! LOGAN DESERVES TO BE HERE!!

userfifseven OH MY GODDDD THIS IS REVOLUTIONARY HUGE DAY FOR THE LOGANG ⤷ logansargeant that can't be what you guys are called.

alexalbon went to the tom holland school of manifestation

williamsracing LOGAN. SARGEANT.

userfifeight USING Y/N'S SONG I CANTTTTT

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logansargeant miami 🤍

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userfifnine we get a logan first place and gay hard launch all in one weekend??

usersixty i was NOT expecting this holy shit

ynsmic forever proud of you logan 🤍 ⤷ logansargeant thank you y/n 🤍

usersixone not disappointed not surprised. congrats you two!

alexalbon and what do we say to alex? ⤷ logansargeant are we supposed to say thank you? ⤷ alexalbon who pushed you towards y/n after the podium ceremony?? ⤷ ynsmic thank you ... alex

usersixtwo oh i can tell these two are going to be insufferable

usersixthree imagine logan just gets infinitely better at driving now that he has a boyfriend ⤷ usersixfour the magic of significant others

charles_leclerc can you tell y/n i want to work with him on a song soon ⤷ lewishamilton seconding this ⤷ logansargeant am i just a connection to you now? ⤷ ynsmic ignore him-- i would be honored!

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ynsmic wusyaname (feat. xnda, charles leclerc)

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logansargeant this is going double platinum in my house ⤷ ynsmic glad to hear it lover 🤍

a/n: OKAY! sorry this was so long, but i really hoped it managed expectations @darkestmrhyde !! i had a lot of fun making it :))

tags: @milessunflowers @lokisen @kevinlolwife @op-81-lvr-reblogs @kazanskied @481rosier

[sansfangirl24]

I think it would be funny if because Bakugo got so easily jealous and possessive that every time someone asks your name now you default to "Katsuki's baby" or "Katsuki's little thing" or sometimes even "Katsuki's slut" if you're in the right headspace

and after you have to awkwardly explain that your just so used to being called Katsuki's it's become a habit :3

[delight-angelsbliss]

Guess who 😈

BABY GIRL THAT DOM SHADOW SMUT WE TALKED ABOUT PLEASE IM BEGGING ON MY BOTH KNEES

PLEASE make it mean sex, im talking about FREAKY i want that hedgehog to call me names while im convulsing on his cock

Anyways love u byee 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

‎‧₊˚✧ I totally have a boner all the time ✧˚₊‧

Summary: Shadow degrading you during rough times

Warning: degrading, cream pie, gun usage, writing so bunz,

An angels whisper: bro I'm like actual garbage at smut let's just not mind how corny this is. HELLO MY DISCORD MOD 🥺 buddy I should be the only one touching u ALSO did anyone get the watamote reference? Btw ty cherry for this beautiful request and saying u wanna have him make you cry and dominate you... Also thank you for those interesting headcanons you wanted behind the scenes.

"What a pathetic slut, clamping down on me like this"

𐙚˙⋆.˚ Since shadow is so reserved, I'd see it rare for him to say anything during rough times. Since you love getting degraded so much, he'd definitely indulge you in this little kink you have. It's a nice stress reliever for him to scream anything in his mind, plus it brings you pleasure. It's a win-win situation!

𐙚˙⋆.˚ This pattern starts to change Shadow. Slowly, Shadow starts to enjoy whenever you cry, beg him to slow down or anything else really. Of course, shadow stops when you use a safe word. He's not an asshole. When you give him the green light to go crazy, Shadow won't let you forget those nights.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ Shadow has an average length and an above average girth, his tip color is the same beige-ish color in his ears, his tip curves down. It isn't special, but it gets the job done extremely nicely. I'd also suspect that Shadow would use a vibrator on you while he's going at it

𐙚˙⋆.˚ his cum is salty and you probably won't get to try it often. Shadow loves to cum inside. It's not because his pull out game is shit, it's quite impressive to be honest, it's the fact he doesn't want to. He loves seeing it drip out of you, a dirty secret of his is to wish you wouldn't bathe after and instead keep it in. Oh well, we all can't have what we want

[running-with-kn1ves]

(if you still write plssss I just love your stories) What about a yandere omega male obsessed with the gentle alpha female reader from another clan...and alpha female reader was different..she's not demanding,always patient, gentle and respectful...and sometimes loves cool quiet places ....and he's even more obsessed that it's his mate...but the problem is...she doesn't want a mate cause it's terrifies her cause she doesn't want to be a horrible person cause she's an alpha female cause she might get misunderstood....so ....the yandere omega is very very manipulative and very knows how to guilt trip her to making her mind and take her to bed s3x.....

A/N: For some reason this spoke to me. Very little proof read so I apologize if the smut doesn't make much sense or I get common a/b/o knowledge wrong lmao.

CW: Drink spiking, alcohol, yandere omega, AFAB alpha reader, smut, sex from behind, physical violence.

Synopsis: An omega keeps harassing you, begging you to be his mate. It isn't until one night when you're off your game, does he "win you over."

"C'mon, won't you humor me a little bit," the omega's eyes widened in hopeful desperation, a small smile quirking up from the tip of his mouth. "Just one, please?"

"Will you bug off already? I already said no, I've got my own. Go find someone else to pester."

"But you're nearly finished, hm?" He taps on your glass, looking up at you from against the table. He just barely met your height, but from the way he crouched on the barstool, running a ring around your cup with his finger, he embraced his place from below.

"I promise, just a drink and I'll let you be."

Your migraine grows; whether it be in the office, from your windows, or here at your only safe space-- the bar outside your apartment, he's antagonizing you wherever you go. Just a drink, he pleads. Just some coffee or a short dinner-- anything to get you to agree to be "his." His alpha, the bearer of his children “who'll be well taken care of,” he promises.

You've grown tired and irritated, your usually calm and civil demeanor relenting after a couple drinks. But still, your instinct to be kind to those weaker than you, to protect the fly currently stopping you from enjoying your solitude, kicks in.

"Fine," you give up. "Just one. Then please, will you stop trying to convince me? I'm not looking for a mate, and the more you bug me the less willing I am to accept your offer."

To you, the offer was pretty much off the table. But he was so persistent, influencing the idea to cross your mind more than once.

He lit up, grabbing the bartenders attention with a snap and tap on the bar. Despite the harmless, awkward body language he gave off, he wasn’t as “puppy-like” as most omegas appeared. Sure, there was that cuteness he tried to use to appeal to you, but it wasn’t as helpless as he tried to play it to be. He was using his charms as best as he could, licking his lips and using the new line of pheromone-reacting cologne you had heard so much about from your coworkers. Sometimes, you smelled your fellow alphas using it, trying their best to attract a mate, as if they didn’t already have an overpopulation of omegas flocking to their side. 

“I’m Lane, by the way.” the flirty omega said, a new cocktail in his hand as he swirled its straw. It was awfully thick for some tequila and fruit juice, the color almost turing an off-white and red. 

“I know.” You sighed, wondering how he could’ve thought you forgot his name after so many advances. Maybe it was just another attempt at riling up your inner instincts to find an mate, to repeat his name in your mind. 

“And I know you, of course,” He slyly moves forward, pushing the drink closer to you. “You’ve been avoiding me lately, lovely. Why so? Have you found a different omega to share your time with?” 

You hated how he spoke so plainly, how you were an alpha, how he was an omega, how everyone else-- no matter their standing-- was a threat or an outsider. 

You take a sip of the drink to appease him, wordlessly hit with a taste you could smell from a mile away. 

You tried not to spit it out, to be polite, to avoid the anger bubbling in your liquor-swishing stomach. 

“No. I’ve been busy, working. You know, trying to make a living, to support myself. What is it that you’ve been doing besides harassing me?” 

You didn’t know what exactly it was-- with the amount of inventions created these days to induce heat, to heighten pheromones, to attract a mate-- you knew it was something extracted with his fragrance, the essence of his identity as an omega-- to bring out the inhumane, animalistic need inside of you to protect and keep him for yourself-- to choose him, like he had done you. Just as he wanted. 

You could avoid the constant, offputting stench he covered himself in to make your inner nature hungry-- but this, the drug, or the... Part of him, that you didn’t want to think about, that was inside of you now-- was enough to drive you mad. 

His cheeks were a bit red behind their tan tint, resting on his knuckles as he looke up at you, so enraptured in your presence. He liked hearing you talk even if it was at his expense. 

You wanted to choke him, shove him against the pool table in anger for spiking your drink with something so crude. Yet, you could do nothing but keep your mouth shut, suffocating on his smell, on the feeling between your thighs and the need to find an omega, quickly. 

But alphas didn't go home with omegas without there being strings attached-- one night stands with your own kind was fine enough, but it wasn’t as satisfying as you know it could be. 

You put your head in your hands, pushing away the drink. One sip was enough to take you to hell. You should’ve been meaner to him, less tolerant. 

“You know, I don’t know why you’re so hesitant to find a mate. With your mother pressuring you, your coworkers almost entirely paired up-- you think it’d be about time.”  Lane’s hand slides to your shoulder, rubbing it in a gentle back and forth. 

“How do you know about that?” You groan from behind your arms, hardly phased by how much he knows about your life. Well, after three months of harassing you, he was unlikely to stay at just a distance. 

“I hear around! They’re worried about you, you know. Wondering if you’ll keep suppressing yourself during rutting season, how you’ll handle this, season… its only weeks away; are you going to keep using blockers?”

“It’s none of your business,” You sigh through your teeth, grinding them together between words. “I don’t.. I can’t handle having an omega in my life. You don’t understand what it’s like-- to be me. I’ll hurt them, I can’t be around anyone.”

You put a palm over your eyes, breathing through your mouth. Maybe you can last it out, if you could just get out of here. 

Lane jumps at the sound of that-- he’s heard your fears, seen them written on your face and through your bedroom window. He’s practiced a million times in situations like this to convince you-- that you aren’t as scary as you think you are, that even if you were, he would handle it all. He would take care of you like no other mate. It was what he was made for. 

“My love, oh-- you don’t even understand. Even if you were too, well-- rough, I’d never leave your side. I’m not afraid of you-- i’m not like the other omegas that’ve tried to capture your attention. With their weak, doe eyes, you’d massacre them-- I know it. But me, I can handle all of you, I promise.”

Lane sounded so earnest, a hopeless romantic’s authenticity dripping from his voice. He didn’t care if he had to play into your fear-- it was unlikely he’d ever be able to completely alter your esteem anyway. Atleast now, he could make you believe that he could hold all of you. 

You looked to the corner of your eye, watching how confidently he believed in his words. You weren’t quite sure if he was right, if anyone was stable enough to take how needy and protective you’d be as their alpha. You’d seen those who nearly break their mate, yet stay with them in an attempt to cure their loneliness. You couldn’t handle being like that. 

Lane took your hand away from your face, bringing it up to his. 

“You call for me… I know it, just as my body and soul long for you.. Won’t you do whats right, won’t you let two soulmates be together?” 

He lets his tongue peak between his plump lips, licking at the salty ridges of your palm, closing his eyes in bliss. 

He’s never managed to get this close to you before, your guarded nature always so skittish, so alert and defensive.

“Lane,” You huff, stumbling out of the barstool. You didn’t have the capacity to argue with him, to throw his pheromone-ridden drink in his face. If you didn’t get home now, you’d be long gone. It would be a rough night, but you couldn’t let your instincts get the best of you, not when they could make you hurt someone. 

“I’m..leaving. Don’t follow me--you’ll regret it, please.” 

You grab your jacket and bag, thinking twice about slamming back the rest of your bourbon. But it was better to be as clear-headed as you could; you’ve never been hit this hard with such a need before, except when you had your first rut as a late teen.

This though-- this was targeted at a specific individual. The omega who wanted you, who played with your impulses by injecting his own into the mix. You had to get away, lest you succumb.

Your eyes were hazy and dark as you pushed through the chiming door, out into the wet street of musty asphalt. 

Two blocks, thats all you had to cross. Then, you’d be free to writhe in bed and do your best to suppress the reaction inside of you. 

“Wait!” You heard Lane stumble behind you, only making you walk faster. “You can’t leave yet, let’s just talk!”

He struggled to keep up with you, stamina and legs far shorter than your own. Outside of the bar, in the streetlights and misty fog he was taller, almost… ominous. You would be more on edge if he wasn’t just a pathetic omega searching for your attention. 

You felt better in the cool air, away from his smell filling up the bar, but now he came back to haunt you, stuffing up your nose and throat with such a sweet, suffocating musk. 

You bent over, almost ready to gag at how hard you were trying to swallow your drool. 

“Are you okay?” He hugs your side, a hand on your back for comfort.  

Resting your palms on your knees you watch as he comes forward to bend down, pulling hair away from your eyes. He was warm, warmer than you, covered in whiffs of that pheromone cologne, letting it blind you in waves as you try to not breathe. But it was growing inside of you, you couldn’t get away with both his hands coming down to wrap around your wrists. That bigger, hungrier part of you didn’t even want to; It was grander than your insecurity, growing larger than your rational humanity. 

If you had the strength to hold back anymore, you could launch him 10 feet away from you. But you didn’t want to. You had to, to get away, to spare him from what he didn’t know-- but you wouldn’t. 

You watch the breath come from Lane’s mouth, letting his glasses get covered in a foggy film. He was so stereotypical, so obviously desperate to be taken care of and needy for a big bad alpha to keep him safe, to raise her pups. 

You moved in, just an inch, just to inhale that scent from his tongue. It was enough for Lane-- enough to make his smile break wide. He couldn’t hide it; it was hard to keep his ecstasy at bay when you were wrapped around his finger. So much work, so many efforts to capture you, and it was finally coming to fruition. 

“Come on, I’ll take you home. Your apartment’s this way, right?”

Of course it was this way, was there any need to pretend anymore? But he couldn’t help it, he was so used to acting undercover for you, to get you off your guard. 

You’re too sickly, going green as he lets you wrap an arm around his shoulder, hardly able to move your jellified legs forward. You wanted to pounce so badly, to mark him in that alleyway--  but maybe, he’d do you a kindness, and leave you to your own devices in your apartment, keep himself away like you told him he should. 

“You’ve… got to go--” You hiccup back a gag, feeling that sweet burning turn into a twisted ache, the desire that was once sort of pleasurable, now a great pain. 

“I can’t do that, I won’t leave my alpha all alone on the street. You won’t even be able to make it home if it wasn’t for me. That stuff will render you paralized, you know.”

“The, drink..?”  You push back another wave of nausea, stopping for a second to collect your senses. But there was nothing left to collect, you were all over the place, and you wouldn’t be better until the thirst was quenched. 

He grinned a tad, having waited for you to bring it up. Lane was sure you’d realize it was tampered with as soon as he pushed it toward you. But really, he expected you to push back more, to be smarter and slide it away. But you were too polite, almost gullible in a sense. 

Lane avoided the question, lifting your chin with the hand that wasn't keeping you standing. 

“Ah look, home sweet home.”

The lamp in your apartment window dully illuminated its open blinds. You could see directly into your bedroom, sloppily made bedsheets and clothes strewn across the floor. How many times had a stranger seen you hunched over your computer, or changing after a shower?

You swallowed back the salivation on your tongue, desperately trying to ignore the hot hand Intertwining itself into yours. You didn't have to be psychic to know Lane must've peaked through this window a dozen times from the way he eyed it so familiarly. 

His awareness of where your apartment sat, down to the floor and door number, was nauseating.

You stumbled with labored breaths, turning instinctively to the elevator, down the end of the hall. Lane turned with you, practically leading the way with skips of anticipation. 

You were bombarded with “how are you doing's?” And “just a little longer, my sickly mate” as Lane tortured you with pet names and brushes of his knuckles against your forehead. You were sweating now, heaving as your clothes felt too tight and your skin too sweltering. 

He had forced you to choke on his scent, to make your belly sting and throb unbearably, with each soft, caring, omega-like touch, always making sure his neck or wrists were in tasting view. 

The door to your apartment swung open, despite your head too foggy and pounding for you to search for your keys. Lane held a pair of something jingling in his hand, and you wondered If it was your messy keyring, or his. 

“There we go…” he cooed, shushing your panting as you stumbled against the couch.  “It's late, don't want to upset your neighbors, baby.”

“I'm home..” you gasp to yourself, trying to shuffle to the back bedroom, thanking the heavens that Lane’s scent was drifting farther away. That five minute walk home was hell, a hell you didn't realize you were in until you were out. 

The light peeking from the outer hall diminished, apartment door clicking shut and deadbolt sliding in with a lock. 

Now, only Lane and your breathing filled the air, the AC unit quietly humming-- yet doing nothing to cool the prickling burn of your skin. Your body was wracked with waves of fire now, only calming when Lane was near. You thought the burning was worse when he stood close to you, but with the omega’s body heat begin to drift away, your knees began to buckle. 

A hand in the dark from out of nowhere pulled you to the back of your apartment, across the kitchen and past the bathroom, into your dimlit bedroom. Even without his hand, you could’ve followed Lane’s overpowering smell covering every surface of your home. 

“You don’t look so hot; come lie down, okay?” 

Just lying down, taking a breather, it sounded so harmless. But what kind of person drugs you with pheromone enhancers, only to bring you home and let you “lie down?”

You feel for your bed with numb fingers, your bedsheets adorned in yellow light from your second-hand lamp. Lane picks up your foot as you sink into the bedsheets, untangling your shoelaces and slipping the sneaker off. He does the same to the other, placing your legs onto the end of the bed. 

Your head was a disaster, a mix of spinning sights of your room and drifting thoughts. 

“Ugh.. make it stop--” You covered your mouth, preventing from gagging any harder. Maybe throwing up would be a good thing, you could get this bitter-sweet flavor out of your mouth, and the cause of your suffering to release you. 

“I can make it stop, my mate.. you know what we need to do,”

“No--” You choke back your drinks from tonight “Anything but that-- I already told you…” Lane pushes a sweat stricken piece of hair from your forehead. “M’not looking for a mate..” 

Your legs curl up instinctively as your stomach begins to tighten, beneath your jeans beginning to cramp painfully. 

“Mayhaps not… but, you need one, no? To end this? To take care of you right now?” Lane can’t help but watch you, rubbing your hip as you bury your head into a warm pillow. His whispers make the hairs on your neck go cold, standing straight. “Just tell me yes, and all this can go away. You’ll feel okay. Better, even.” 

You go quiet. How long can you endure this? You won’t be able to go into work tomorrow, and your weekend plans are likely ruined. This isn’t just some overnight, rut-mimicking elixir… you can feel it, it’s altering your ability to think and speak. The last time you avoided using suppressors alone, you were bedridden for a week. This is different; this is attacking your instincts, erasing what control you had over yourself left. You could already sense the frustration and anger rising. 

What if it didn’t go away after tonight? Could you... Stop yourself from attacking someone? From grabbing that omega two floors down, so vulnerable and alone in their one-bedroom, rickety apartment? The landlord won’t come for another week…

Lane, as if his gut didn’t already speak to him to obey an alpha, wouldn’t go against your desires despite how close he was to tying you to him forever. You were his mate, and he wouldn’t let your relationship start off so sourly. He watched your eyes go dark, heavy breathing grow animalistic as something inside you was no longer holding you back. He wanted your permission, needed it, craved it.

“Just nod your head… I’ll do the rest. I’ll make it end, and you won’t have to come to this empty house alone anymore. We’ll start our family--”

You nod your head, cutting off his meaningless rant. Its short at first, a mix between yes and no, before you furiously grip the mattress, drawing blood from your lip.

“Just do it,” You bite, trying not to focus on whatever he was spewing on about. You were stuck underwater, getting farther beyond reason the longer you stared at his forearms. His rolled sleeves exposed naked skin, the heat of his other hand and its back pressed to your cheek.“Before I rip you to pieces.”

Lane was swift to your backside, fingers grooving to get stuck at your hips. You didn't have the ability to see his gleaming eyes through your hazy ones. But an alpha didn't need to rely on their sight to sense prey in the dark. 

He was enthralled, hot breath against your muggy neck. He became quick to completely press up against you on his side, mimicking the direction of your body as the lump in his pants were ground further between your legs from behind. His crotch was forced against yours, bringing a pained bliss. But it wasn't enough to quell the burning inside of you. 

“Yes…yes,” he huffed, disbelief in his voice to accompany shaking fingers. 

It took him a solid three tries before Lane managed to pull your pant zipper down to its base, tugging your jeans to the floor unceremoniously. It wasn't sexy, but the lust perspiring in the room made your salivation drip to the pillow beneath your head. 

“Be patient love, please. I promise, you'll feel so good--”

You felt him slowly slide your undergarments, too slow. The growl you released was one you had never heard come from your mouth before-- or anyone, for that matter. Even other alphas during their ruts, pissed at every little inconvenience and willing to bark at you on the sidewalks, were far more composed. 

“Just take it off!”

You ripped the underwear in rage, exasperating through your teeth as you pushed your hips back against his crotch. Tugging Lane’s strained boxers to his ankles, his precum glossed and dribbled to your sheets.

He didn't need your biting words to tell him how eager you were to get this over with, to rid yourself of the panic in your chest and the fire in your loins. 

You were dripping, moreso than you had in years. The slick squelshed between your thighs-- a perfect habitat for Lane’s needy, pink-tipped cock. He slid between your legs like he was made to be there, precum and slick mixing as he lazily rubbed himself in, and out, getting closer to your pulsing cunt. 

You gripped behind you, claws and fangs bared in frustration. But Lane was smart, grabbing you by the hips and wetly burying himself inside. 

He hid himself in the back of your neck, your scent bringing a small comfort as he dealt with the wrathful beast taking over your body. 

Your hips moved in circles, air permeated with hot breath, sweat, and agonizing pheromones. You were sure your alpha neighbors could smell it through the walls, their senses far heightened and eagerly searching for their own omega; but this was the scent of one who was being claimed, one who was claiming you and holding you taut against him. 

Lane did his best to satisfy you, to cater to your anger and sexual frustration as your hand found his on your hip, interlinking your fingers with his own to dig your nails into his skin. You were drawing blood, an unecessary mix to the flurry of smells creating your crazed demeanor. 

“Hurting.. Me,” He gasped, engorged cock stuttering inside of you. 

You let go, only out of the desire to get that reeking blood away. You didn’t care how hurt he would become, if his body was crushed under your power and lust. Lane brought this upon himself, no matter how many times you warned, begging him to stay away and leave you be. Now, there was very little sympathy to be had. 

The pain, the burning touch of your skin, did nothing to dissuade him. 

“Faster..” You huffed, annoyance lathering your voice. “ Don’t make me take over and-- break you,” 

You cringed at the sound of your voice, trying to turn away to smush your face into a damp pillow. Sight was not getting easier, and the cock barreling in even thrusts-- pushing your arousal to the edge-- was not making you any more satisfied.

“Don’t look away, then;” Lane panted, moving the hand supporting your hip, to hold up your thigh. You were exposed to the room, legs spread as you laid on your side and Lane pumped into you from behind. You saw his fingers digging into the fat of your thigh, thicker and stronger than you expected. “Wanna see you… wanna kiss, my mate.”

He had easier, deeper access now that he raised your leg, spreading your cheeks and hole wider, letting him fill and feel you at an ecstatic angle. You could hear him moving in and out, feel the sweat dripping down your ankle, the thickness of his pre-cum in trickles. It was a different sensation compared to the thin, stickiness of your arousal. 

You turned to glare at him, biting down on your lip to prevent from marking him. 

But Lane kissed you anyway with the same wet, feverish, tongued attempt that he had always prayed for. It was no easy feat to stop him from sucking on your tongue, from jutting himself over and over inside of you, with wilted moans growing in volume at your taste.

Your orgasm was on the rise, Lane’s own having just passed as he came with ropes, coating the base of your cervix. And yet, he didn’t stop-- desperate to watch you come, to force you to be bonded with him. 

You ripped from his begging mouth, twisting as far behind you as you could to bite at his cheek, using him as your personal chew toy. Lane leaned against you, accepting it with a blissed-out gape. He could take this pain, could handle coming down from his ecstasy to service you. He would steal your kindness, your rage, your sadism-- and it would be his, and his alone to feel. 

Being inside of you was heaven enough, he could take being dragged into hell with you too. Even when you finished-- when he went limp and your mixed arousal began to dry, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to pull out of you. He wanted to stay inside your warmth, to be intertwined and conjoined with you for as long as possible. You had marked him, had sealed your fate as soon as he thrusted himself in to the hilt.

You’d have to pry him away before he let you go tonight. And you’d never, be able to keep him farther than an arms distance, forever. 

[thatwhisperer]

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First Time

Fic type-> NSFW + request

Tags-> Sub/ bottom Jayce, Jayce’s first time bottoming, no protection/ cumming inside, so amab reader.

Word count-> 1560, just about a short story

AN-> I can’t find a way to reply to the initial req so I hope you find this anon, also it was a nightmare trying to publish this but I’m glad I got it done in a timely manner.

Masterlist | AO3

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“This ok?”

“Yes just, feels… different.”

You’re careful to ease your finger inside of him, for the first time that is. You’d both decided to ‘switch it up’ given Jayce is usually the one fucking you- not that it became boring or anything no way, (the rumours going around Piltover were in fact true) it’s just you’d been together long enough to start experimenting a little. And this seemed like a solid first step into unknown territory, at least for Jayce.

“That’s it.”

You mumble, leaning in to place gentle kisses against his jaw, trailing down to his neck and collarbones as you eventually reach your knuckle. You begin ever so slowly pulling it back out again when you feel his hand on your shoulder.

“Wait, wait just…”

“Yea?”

Stopping your movements you look up at him, quirking an eyebrow. He looks unsteady, sending a pang of worry through you.

“We don’t have to do this…?”

His mouth hangs open a second or two before answering.

“No I do want to, I do, and I don’t think you can be any gentler… but it’s all new and- and weird and…”

“Different?”

His lips form a small smile, you breathe a subtle sigh of relief at his reassurance.

“Yes, so let’s just, go slow.”

You take out your finger and grab the bottle of lube from beside you once more.

“Ok, do you want to adjust or anything? Then we’ll try again.”

He reaches behind him and takes one of the pillows he was laying his head on.

“Put this under me, I feel too sat-up.”

And that you do, you may feel a little further away from his face than before but that should change soon.

“Let’s try more lube this time, see if that helps.”

You squirt some on the same finger as before, getting some on the one next to it, and place one of his legs over the top of yours for a better angle.

Your eyes meet in a silent agreement before you look back down to the task at hand, placing one of your own on his waist.

The finger enters him once more, able to make it to the knuckle fairly quickly this time.

You steadily insert the second, making Jayce groan quietly at the stretch. You begin moving your fingers in, out and around without prodding too much just to get him used to the feeling. He takes a gasp of air when you brush over his prostate.

“Is-“

“Just keep going.”

It’s not like Jayce to interrupt. Glancing up you notice him staring at the ceiling, a faint flush on his cheeks. Deeming him a bit more than okay, you continue.

“Alright.”

You find the spot once more, curling your fingers and putting some pressure against it. Jayce only lets out a breathy moan and lets his eyes fall closed briefly.

“Yea that’s… that’s good.”

You smirk at his reaction.

“Hm, that’s an improvement.”

You continue like this for around a minute more, making double sure he’ll be ready for the real thing. You probably would’ve gone on for longer if he hadn’t started to get impatient.

“I’m ready, it’s fine now.”

“You sure?”

“Yes I’m sure, trust me.”

You take your fingers out and put some of the remaining lube on them on your ever-hardening dick. You grab the bottle and put some more on just to be safe.

“Just, c’mere, please.”

You shuffle closer to him on the bed, he puts his other leg on top your thigh without you having to ask him too. You bite your lip as you line yourself up, then slowly start pushing yourself in.

Jayce’s thighs flex as he tenses up.

“Just relax for me, nearly there…”

You think it good to start stroking him to distract from the foreign feeling. He sighs as you feel his body relax a little, you hook your other hand around one of his thighs near to his hips. Your bodies get pressed flush together as you enter him to the hilt.

“Ooookaaayyy…”

A breathy whisper from Jayce as he adjusts to the fullness inside of him. His hands land on you anywhere they can reach for support (and probably not knowing what to do with them otherwise). Needing some stimulation yourself, you roll your hips into him and lean down to kiss him too to distract from the movement. You both groan into the other’s mouth at all the new sensations.

Kissing down his jaw again he lets his head fall back and you feel his gentle pants against your ear.

“You feel so good Jayce, so tight.”

“M-more… please…”

He sounds hesitant, but equally as desperate. A tone you can’t resist.

You let your own need slip through the reigns as you start pulling your hips back more and more with each thrust. Jayce’s hands reach up your chest, one going up to squeeze your shoulder. He can barely contain his own noises as you find a steady but still gentle rhythm to fuck him to, now abandoning his dick in favour of holding his hips instead.

“C’mon, shit, you can do more.”

“We said we’d take it slow-“

“Fuck that…”, he looks up at you with those eyes you know all too well. His eyebrows furrowed but his eyes still wide- pupils blown,

“… so fuck me.”

You sigh and hoist one of his legs up so his calf rests on your shoulder. Your thrusts pick up again- only faster this time. He throws his head back as you make his body shift with them. An audible slapping sound echoes from your hips against his ass.

“Fuck!”

A light sheen begins to form on both of you, his dick now leaking against his navel- hard and twitching.

“God Jayce… doing so good f’me.”

You take hold of his cock in one hand and begin stroking in time with your thrusts, the other is placed next to his head to prop yourself up some more. This pushes him deeper into some sort of half-folded-missionary position. He moans as he looks down at the sight of himself getting fucked like this.

He throws his head back again to look up at you.

“Harder, please harder, I can take it, make me take it.”

You wouldn’t be surprised his he was rambling at this point and he already looks thoroughly fucked-out, so there’s not a chance you’re slowing down now.

“Fuckin’ hell, didn’t know you’d be so desperate for it.”

You let your head hang as you let go of his cock and opt for pulling his hips towards you more, dragging him down the pillows.

“Didn’t know it’d, it’d be so good- right there, please.”

Try to keep drilling into the same spot, fatigue starting to get the better of you with the pace Jayce has set.

“Always a… piece of work with you huh?”

Heavy breaths intertwine between you as you let your head fall just above Jayce’s shoulder, almost rutting into him like an animal. His moans and whines fuelling you now that you feel your legs start to shake-

“Harder.”

“No-“

“Why-“

“Need to cum, gotta pull out.”

“Inside...”

You groan into his shoulder as you feel his arms grip your back, nails digging into your flesh.

“Jayce… fuuuuck.”

The leg not pressed into his chest wraps around your waist, urging you not to move another inch. You come to a still as he presses you against him as best he can with his leg between the two of you, you can’t help but cum inside of him. He reaches down to touch himself as he arches his back into you, high-pitched whimpers being let out into your neck.

“Jayce-“

You feel his cum paint your stomachs as his walls spasm around your spent cock.

Both in a post-orgasm haze, you release your tight grip on the other. Just settling for a few seconds of being near each other before you start to get too warm against Jayce’s burning skin.

“We have to do that more often.”

“Come on, clean-up’s gonna be harder now that I came inside you.”

“It was better than I had thought it was going to be.”

You scoff and smile at his comment.

“I’m not one to over-hype things Jayce.”

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A while later you two dry off after a shared shower, clean sheets on the bed. (courtesy of you, and only you).

“So, outta ten?”

Jayce tries to turn to look at you- already comfortable in bed- as he pulls on his sweat pants, stumbling a bit in his hunched flamingo-like position.

“Er, is that how we’re ranking sex now?”

“I don’t know, I just wanna know how it was. Thoughts, feelings, whatever.”

He doesn’t bother trying the strings at the front as he lays himself down across your legs.

“I told you already.”

“No I mean like, what happened to taking it slow you know?”

You smile knowingly at him, reading him like a book as he fidgets a bit.

“It was… really really good.”

“Aw, just good?”

He raises an eyebrow at you, before you wave a dismissive hand in his general direction.

“I get it, I get it.”

You both lay quietly for a few moments, both just taking in each other’s presence.

“Didn’t know you’d be a cumslut though-“

“O-kay, that’s enough talking for today.”

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[eyelambspider]

𝟎𝟑. 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞 & 𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦 || 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

Day three of Kink/Creeptober! Here is the list of my prompts & event terms!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : john price x gn!reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Its the zombie apocalypse, and as a former military man, John Price leads your group to a rooftop in order to get saved. Shortly after, he comes up to you with an offer that surprises you: He wants to fuck you like its the end of the world. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.6 k 𝐚/𝐧 : although I think this works for both a fem & male reader (I don't describe reader's body in great detail) please lmk if it doesn't and I will change this to fit pronouns! also, the 'saved' scene is very L4D coded 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : smut, nsfw, mentions of death/gore/guns (the zombies), no use of y/n, creampie, dirty talk, praise, kissing, aftercare, fluff, swearing (the least of our problems huh?)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐊 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋. Swarms of the undead had sprung up, laying waste to the streets. It had only been a week or so since it had started and news of the virus had gone—quite literally—airborne.

Captain John Price had led the handful of survivors to the abandoned hotel. The bravest of the group took up guns and fired at the undead that lurked in the foyer. While a few women and children held back, knives and makeshift weapons in their hands.

"Come on! Everyone get in!" Price and a few men stood at the bottom of the stairwell, holding the door for everyone to flood in and make their way to the roof. Anxious to reach rescue.

Seven flights up, you pushed the door to the roof open with a bang. Immediately your eyes shot up towards the horizon, searching the skies frantically.

Had you all missed it?

The entire group slowly appeared behind you, Price coming up last. Everyone turning their tired faces towards the military man, searching his face for any sign of hope for their salvation. The only thing that had kept them going for days.

"They'll come," he assured. Although he couldn't really believe the words himself, it seemed everyone else did.

The small group of survivors began to collect themselves, willing to wait as long as it took for rescue. Everyone found something to do. Families began to make spots for the children to sit on with blankets and clothing, water and a bit of food beginning to go around. Some of the men even disappeared down to the seventh floor, clearing it properly of debris and barricading it... unable to stand idle even now.

The sky was filled with a haze of smoke, distant fires and sirens long died out wafting into the air. Polluting the city with the smell of death and ash. It was horrible, even from up here.

Some people couldn't bear to think about it, or begin to believe that the world had ended... You though, you were quite literally staring the apocalypse in the face.

Distant skyscrapers had collapsed, lit aflame like birthday candles. The yellow sun was hidden behind a dreamy haze of smoke. And below, where your eyes traced, the streets were crawling with zombies. Bits of flesh ripped from their faces. Some already bloated and decrepit, while others were still bleeding. Chunks of faces and limbs scattered about like urban trash. It was a mass of flesh, clawing their way towards the loudest noises, groaning and wailing like souls of the damned for just one more meal.

"You'll give yourself nightmares," a voice spoke. The accent had become so familiar during the past few days that you didn't even need to glance over your shoulder to know that Price was walking up to you.

He watched the way the eerie wind lapped at your hair, the way you peered over the edge... his dark eyes unable to read that distant expression on your grimy face.

He really wished he had a smoke right now. A long and deep sigh slipped from his lips as he watched the corpses below the building linger aimlessly like termites. Bumping into each other mindlessly with groans and slobbery hisses. Just looking for their next victim.

Price glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. You weren't really paying attention, but his eyes lingered on the soft curve of your back as you leaned over to look down. He licked his lips, inhaling softly as if to say something before the sounds of choppers began to fill the air.

Zombies and survivors alike turned towards the thunderous sound. Black helicopters flew overhead in the dozens, blotting out the sun with whirring rotors. Although some of the survivor's cheered and waved for help... Price's stomach dropped.

Something wasn't right.

Everyone watched in confusion and despair as the government helicopters flew overhead and passed them by, stirring up smoke as they headed deeper into the city. Oblivious to the people who wailed and cried out in panic for them to come back.

You watched with wide eyes as the rescue slipped right through your fingers like sand in an hourglass.

That night, it all seemed hopeless.

But, as humans always do, they held out miraculously.

Some survivors made a make-shift 'Save Us' sign to hang over the roof using spare bedsheets and gore from the street. Others continued to barricade the floor off, everyone collectively agreeing to start preparing for the long haul.

They had given you a room to stay in, everyone shared a hall, but most families and people that knew each other kept their doors open to chat. Yours was closed, leaving you to stare aimless up at the ceiling. Listening to the sounds of your breath against the clamor of people in the hall trying to comfort each other to the world ending just outside those large windows. Zombies, once people you might've known, growled and screamed for their next face to tear open with their teeth-

Before you could stumble further into despair, the door to your hotel room clicked closed. You sat up and glanced over, that questioning look on your face making Price sigh again, his hands coming to rest on his dusted jeans.

"I have an... offer you might want to here me out on," he tossed his hands up, as if he wasn't exactly sure how to fucking say it-

God, he really wanted to fuck you, and the apocalypse seemed like no better excuse to do just that.

"Fuckk," Price panted against your pulse, his face buried into the crook of your neck, breathing in your very essence each time his hips snapped forwards. "You feel so fucking good," he groaned, sucking a deep red mark into your heated skin.

The two of you were tangled in white sheets. Price had you laying beneath his burly body, your soft legs wrapped around his hips, squeezing and pulling him in deeper. The sensation of Price's cock burying itself to your hilt made the two of you moan into each other with equal fervor. His tip slamming softly into that sweet spot inside of you that both made your eyes roll.

This was everything he fucking needed for the past few days. His mind not focused on rationing or food or all that other shit- God he just wanted your sweet body beneath him like this. Watching your body bounce below him softly from the force of his thrusts. His cock buried so tantalizingly deep into your tight heat. The sound of your skin against his- "Fuckk," he groaned again, nearly tipping over the edge just thinking about it.

You moaned beneath him, holding onto his broad shoulders, fingers skimming over his war-torn skin for purchase, holding on for dear life as the soldier unintentionally gave your body all his pent up energy. When he felt you raise your hips to meet his insistent thrusts, he could've sworn he was in love.

"Price!" You begged. For more, for anything. Everything about him was addicting. The way sweat glistened off his dark brows, the way his soft eyes held yours as he pounded into you, watching every reaction, every breath you took with his pupils blown wide open with pure lust.

He could see how much you loved it, could feel how hard your walls clamped around him.

He shook his head, dipping down again to capture your lips in a heated kiss. "Fuck, I'm not going to last long with you looking like that baby," he whispered.

He kept you under him, enrapturing you with his warm skin and musky scent. Price hiked your left leg up and over his strong forearm, spreading you open for him. Allowing him to sink in deeper with a deep growl of satisfaction.

Price could feel his orgasm beginning to build at the base of his spine, his measured thrusts becoming a sloppier the more he chased it. He knew you were close too, he could feel your body writhing beneath his, begging for more friction, trying to hold him impossibly close.

Even with a horde of the undead standing a few floors below, trapping you all into this hotel. Even with the sounds of distant helicopters and fires raging in the background, or the incessant creak of the bed every time your bodies met... All you could hear was each other. Blocking out the world just to listen to those sweet cries and those low growls of satisfaction.

With one powerful thrust, Price came inside of you with a guttural moan, smothering the sounds of his orgasm into your neck. He kept thrusting, riding out the heavenly high he got from your body... even when he felt you squeeze down on him with one final cry.

The strong man above you suddenly went a little limp in your arms, his lips brushing against the burning shell of your ear as he panted, "That was fucking perfect." He found himself chuckling, the two of you spent from the exertion.

Price felt you whimper below him, feeling your legs tremble around him with a sly grin. You were going to feel that in the morning... Inner thighs already feeling sore.

"I got ya," Price grunted, untangling himself from your limbs. His muscular arm never leaving your waist even as he settled behind you under the sheets, making the two of you comfortable by pulling the blanket back up. He cradled you close to him, your back pressed against the hard planes of his chest. "Get some sleep," he murmured, planting a soft, almost weary, kiss to your temple. As if the act was suddenly too intimate and out of place in a burning world.

[the-ringmistress]

Yandere Mind Reader x GN Reader

Don't mind me, just trying out something new

(Wdym making a story about someone that understands my emotions and thoughts is self indulgent? Nuh-uh)

The noise was thunderous all around him, the air full with noise and chatter, filling his ears and mind with unwelcomed sounds; despite the calm atmosphere and friendly conversations happening inside the cafe, he could hear them, all of them.

The thoughts of every person around him, at his disposal to listen into, to analyze, to dissect. But, there was not a single soul inside the cozy little establishment that could satisfy that need inside him that's been gnawing at him since he's discovered his unnatural ability. There never has been.

Ever since he's gained the ability of tinkering into other's minds and listen to their thoughts -feeling their emotions even- he's been left unsatisfied one time and again.

You'd think an ability such as his would give way for him to collect delicate information, secrets burrowed deep inside, emotions undiscovered by the very owner of them; to anyone, an ability like this would allow for very interesting information, but you'd be wrong in his eyes.

A sigh of disappointment left his lips after finishing the last sip of his coffee, spirits low even with the caffeine running through his veins.

But, the very moment he had decided to exit the mind space that allowed him such a power, he stopped, and there it was.

You.

Sweet, unknowing you.

There you were, standing at the cafe's display. He could hear you, your mind, while you decided on what sweet drink or treat to purchase; it was the sweetest stream of thoughts he's ever heard in all his years as a mind reader.

There was just something so appealing about you, something that pulled him deeper and deeper, leaving him rooted to his seat as he focused solely on your mind.

“A drink, or a treat? Hmm…”

“God, what am I even thinking? Everything is out of my budget”

“And I shouldn't even be eating any of this, it must have tons of sugar”

“I should just go…”

As you began to step away from the display window of the decorated establishment with a dejected look on your face, his mind immediately went into a panic.

No! No no no, he couldn't just let you leave, not when he's finally found what he's been looking for for so long, who he's been looking for.

With the speed of a man that's just left his oven on for a little too long, he stepped out of the cafe, moving just in time to catch up to you just as you were about to cross the street.

“Uh, excuse me…”

He said, his voice unusually meek for him when he's spent almost all of his life being able to read people to utter perfection, literally.

But, anything he was feeling before, grew tenfold in an instant as you turned to look at him. Your eyes landed on his, and for moment, he swore he could drown in your eyes without a protest. He felt his skin prickle as a shiver ran up his spine, the tips of his ears and the apple of his cheeks beginning to warm up the longer he looked into your eyes.

Just like your thoughts, you were a breath of fresh air, someone he's been longing for. But, he had to break out of his stupor if he didn't want to get labelled a creep by the very person that made him feel anew.

“Sorry, I noticed you were looking at the pastries on display with a lot of attention…Uhm, is there perhaps anything that caught your eye? I could get it for you, i-if you'd like, that is”

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly, distrust running through your system at his sudden approach, and he knew it. He knew he was blowing it just by the way your thoughts spoke words of skepticism, remembering lessons like that of stranger danger and brewing up scenarios on ways to evade him in case things went south.

He could hear all of it, and gods…if it wasn't the most wonderful train of thought he's heard yet.

Was your mind always this active? Always thinking of everything? Of the future? Of scenarios that would most likely never happen? How delectable.

“I…sorry, I didn't mean to creep you out or anything, I just…”

He had to come up with something, something good enough to convince you he wasn't a person to be afraid of without the need to blow his secret out.

“I happen to work here. I'm on my day off and I came here to grab a quick bite. I saw you looking at some of the treats I usually get, seems we have similar tastes…!”

That was a complete lie, the treats he enjoyed, had nothing similar with your own, but no matter, as long as he could get more of you, he'll spurge on whichever treats your heart desires.

As your uncertainty on him began to settle slightly, he could feel his shoulders unwind. All he had to do now was to continue on with this lie, an easy feat for someone like himself.

“Uhm, would you like to come back inside? I-I can get you that treat you were looking at. And, don't worry about the price, workers get a discount”

A friendly smile stretched across his lips, a compensation for his brief stutters.

Hearing your inner monologue, debating whether or not to entertain him, this stranger or go away, was like watching a well oiled machine work; its cogs turning perfectly, making the entire structure come to life and do what it is meant to.

“Should I…? I mean, it's not like we'd be alone back inside, there's a lot of people at this hour…"

The cogs in your head turned as you thought your options over; ultimately deciding against the paranoid feeling in your gut, you decided to take the stranger's offer

“Sure, that would be really nice, if it's not too much trouble”

Your voice. Heavens, if listening to your inner voice wasn't enough to get him into a mind whirl, your real voice was definitely doing the trick. Another shiver crawled up his skin, leaving him with an odd yet wonderful sensation as he worked overtime in keeping a normal expression.

“None at all. Come on, I can show you the pastries we get asked for the most”

He couldn't have wished for a more wonderful evening as he showed you the pastries, telling one lie after another to keep up the façade of working there and keep you with him. Never mind the money spent on your treat, nor the time passed, neither one of those things mattered to him when he had you sitting in front of him, delightfully eating your dessert as you spoke, going on and on about whatever came to your mind.

And oh, he could tell what your next topic of conversation would be before you even uttered a word about it, it was wonderful listening into your thoughts as you spoke to him, he wished he could've stayed longer in your presence, basking in your words and thoughts, but alas, you had to leave soon as the sun settled in the horizon.

“I had a really good time talking with you, perhaps we can meet again for another chat?”

He said, masking the tremble in his words caused by the sheer excitement of getting to be with you once again in the near future.

“Do you happen to frequent this place? I would gladly buy you another pastry if you come around again. Just ask for my name and I'll be right with you, I do shifts almost all week”

Though his words were a lie, they wouldn't be soon enough; his mind already set on working at the establishment, either way, they always seemed understaffed, so there would be no problem there.

And after spending such a nice afternoon with him, why wouldn't you say yes? After all, he seemed to be the person that understood you the most, with the way your conversation simply flowed with ease, it didn't feel as though you'd ever run out of things to talk about. The real reason as to why hidden from you.

“Yeah, that would be nice”

Saying your goodbyes, you waved farewell to him as you exited the cafe and went about your way.

Once you were far enough, he couldn't help the shuddering sigh that left his lips as he gently bit down on his knuckle; his mind couldn't keep still, perhaps, he didn't want it to as you filled each of his thoughts, like a dream he didn't want to wake from.

“Until then, my darling.”

Okay, maybe a bit self indulgent

[threepandas]

Bad End: Heroic Collection

New Haven wasn't a major metropolis. Some big city like Delhi or Tokyo, Jakarta and the like. It was big for the area. A major hub for commerce and crime on a local scale. But Nationally? INTERNATIONALLY? Not even close. No matter WHAT the great ambitions that haunted the Mayor, late at night, may tell you.

So, really, there was NO fucking reason for any A Listers to be here.

NONE.

Our biggest exports were fancy fucking jams and that one fashion line I couldn't pronounce. We had honest to God Jam festivals in the fall. It was a circuit, Mayor gave out awards. There were pies. Firestrike always ate himself sick. Agent always laughed at him. I... Fuck, my head was ringing. I'd hit that last building HARD. Was pretty sure I tasted blood. Not... not sure if that was because I busted something in my mouth or...

Over my comms, I could hear my teammates fighting. Trying to hail the Alliance. If we could... could just hold on...

Long enough for the major players to GET here?

Then what? I had to wonder. Staring at a burning bus in front of me. It was half way lodged through Mrs. Brahimi's shop. Please, God, let her and the workers have got out all right. I'd been there just this morning. She made me those stuffed flatbread things. Said I was still too skinny. Should rest more.

I use the twist remains of a book return to lever myself to my feet. Book..? Oh. I'm by the library. Which..? Fuck. Main one. That's city hall.

Smoke rises around the city I've lived in all my life. Fires everywhere. I'm supposed... supposed to be a hero. But I can barely stand. Feel sick as the world sways. My body is one big bruise. Gotta... gotta keep fighting. Helping. Save people.

In the distance, I can hear screams.

I'm coming. I promise. I'm coming!

I make my screaming body move. Stumble. Catch myself. Then keep going. The hiss and spit in my ear tells me that my communicator is probably half broken. I don't try it, in case that breaks it the rest of the way. Wrench doors from half crushed cars to free trapped civilians. Lever wreckage, hold it with trembling limbs, so people can crawl to safety. Run. Please, god, RUN!

We aren't strong enough.

He's here, The Collective.

A hivemind super threat. Alien supposedly. So far above my team's pay grade we know basically nothing. The kind of thing we were expected to never realistically see. We're nobody's. Fuck it, we're HAPPY being nobody's. It meant we got to go home each night. Didn't face The Horrors. Like him.

He CONSUMES.

Hungry. Trying to fill some void that's never going to fill. Supposedly a planet eater. Gutting worlds for resources, materials, to continue his own expansion. Now fixated on Earth for it's continued refusal to die. For its defiance. Some A+ sort of monster, to our high C rank. At best.

Fuck... we dealt with HUMANS. Fought gimmicks and tech. Little fish in our little pond. Now this tsunami was bringing the ocean to US and it was all we could do, to swim and survive.

I leaned against a half smashed car. Braced myself against it, more then anything, then started pulling pot shots. I... I was gonna black out soon. With a concussion like this? Probably wasn't gonna be waking up. Especially if those THINGS found me before a friendly did.

All across the city I called home, The Collective had Drones tearing the place apart.

They'd almost be pretty. Tall, elegant, androgynous lookin, supermodel twinks in battle armor. Drones apparently covered their lower face. I'd know the "commander" by their uncovered face and "use of adornments". Useful! Except they could fucking SWITCH on command, so you have to take out ALL of them.

Because they weren't a collection of different soldiers.

THEY weren't a THEY. That? Was a fucking HE. Singular.

You don't consider each of your individual cell as people. Each follicle of hair. Why would HE? God damn it. It was like fighting a giant. Against Gods. They just kept coming. And my ammo? Was not endless.

Worse. The drones had stopped looking. I don't know WHAT they had been searching for. But now? They started to converge on me. On city hall. Fuck. I... I couldn't even really stand anymore. My vision was blurring. I knew for a FACT my shots were shit. But dense as they were crowding? It seemed enough. Kept them back.

Three cartridges left.

Two.

Only one more...

The Alliance was coming. Half my team had gone silent. I could hear tears in the voice of Tech, back in the office. They had our life signs. Built into our armor. I could only imagine what mine looked like. Prayed, like I hadn't since I was a kid, that the others were just unconscious. Safe somewhere.

Someplace this nightmare couldn't reach them.

I doubted I was that lucky.

Tech was begging me to hold on. Giving me ETAs. And... And I was out of bullets. The block half full of Drones. I had escrima sticks. A fucking tazer. It would have to do. Sticks came out, as I swayed to my feet. No longer letting the car behind me hold my weight. What's a little... let's say, hundred or so, on one? Eh?

Bring your friends. Let's make it a fair fight.

I'll go easy on you.

Bravado until the end. Remember, never know who's watching. You are a symbol. Before you are a man, you are their HERO. Don't you DARE let them down. Even if you die. Especially when you die. B.. Bravado until the end. Plaste on a smirk and say a one-liner, we got hope to shoulder.

I took down about three Drones... I think... before the rest swarm me.

Feel hands pinning my arms. My torso. Everything. A weak point between the panels is ripped open. High grade military fabrics doing jack shit against their impossible strength. The distinct pinch tug of a needle in my skin. Cold spreading. The sudden exhaustion of a powerful sedative. I... am gone.

Time... is blurry.

Now and Then running together in my senses. My brain. The concussion doesn't help. Or... or didn't? It feels... gone? Gone-ing? Oh... look, sky. Clouds. Pretty. Wasn't I standing? I am standing. No... no being dragged. Chair? Not chair. Stairs? Carried. Pretty window..... where am I? Fuzzy. Bluzzy fuzzy purple beans~ he he he~ oh! Those are the... watch'ma call it! Gucci chairs! That rich lady had! Neat. Plurble.

Ouch! Why'd you pi...?

My mouth is dry as sand. But suddenly? I am hyper aware. The floating drift of my mind VIOLENTLY gone, replaced by alerted and focus. Drones surround me in a vaguely familiar hallway. Shit. I think it's that rich designer's place. My helmet is off, but my mask is still in place, thank god. The Drones stand far to close for my liking. Their many eyes, amused.

So glad to entertain, you Fuck.

I am frog marched down the hall. Damn near dragged. They were too smart to restrain me with my own cuffs, unfortunately. So my hands are bound behind my back with something tight I can't get a good feel off. Bastard secured it to my belt, too. Great.

The Collective's "Face" is surrounded by what must be every jewel in the city. Piled high in some vague sorting pattern I refuse to even try and comprehend. He's trying on rings. One on every finger, to see what matches his skin tone. Looks good. Already, he has a pearl stud and some earrings he's decided he likes. He looks up as I'm dragged in, and I realize immediately what one of "a few other differences" between him and the Drones are...

It's the EYES,

They GLOWED.

Metallic almost. Nearly neon. They reflected the light in a way the Drones simply did not. It made their face... horrificly predatory. Made for WATCHING, somehow. Unnerving and haughty. Beautiful still, but uncomfortable to be near.

Sitting up on a table that basicly swallows the room, dead center like a show piece on display, with one long leg tossed over the other and no fucking shirt on? The Face looks almost carefully, artfully, staged. To maximize some "haughty yet coy, alien prince who maybe wants to fuck you" shtick.

Does... Does he not realize I'm NOT one of the usual opponents? I mean. Flattered at the "join me! The Darkside has sex and cookies!" set up. Always fun. Classic, really. But, like? I would be... at BEST... a solidly MID goon.

Also "NO".

Gonna preemptively throw that out there. Maybe some expletives for flavor. Suggest someplace sunless to shove it. SOLID "No". Good try, though.

Around me, the Drones are shaking with silent laughter. Staring down at me, their pale eyes dancing with amusement. It's creepy as hell. Unnerving to be the center of attention like this. For this many eyes, utterly in synch, to surround and watch my every twitch. Act fascinated and amused, like I'm some little animal performing tricks.

The Face hasn't dropped his Seduction to the Darkside routine. If anything, he seems delighted by the defiance. Which... yeah, that tracks. It's why he's harrasing out planet to begin with. That one's definitely on me. So, better question? Not that I'm not glad and all? Why the FUCK am I not dead.

"And lose my HERO? Perish the thought~" drawles The Collective, the posture light and lazy, even as something dangerous threaded itself through their tone. It sounded... possessive. But that couldn't be right. "I would NEVER do such a thing! In fact, we are going to have to be far more careful with that little processor of yours. Far too fragile. Just the one, too. Horrifying, really."

Thanks. Just what every guy loves to really make 'im feels special. Insults.

Fucker.

More laughter from all around me. I grit my teeth. Come oooon, Alliance. Where the hell ARE you guys!? Could REALLY use a rescue! The hands holding me still are drifting. Fucking handsy. Damn near stroking even as they hold me immobile. They're looking for the clasps and buckles on my armor. Have already found the obvious ones. Fingers oh so casually drifting over, to grip, flex, and tear them apart.

I do NOT like how loose my armor is starting to feel. Barely able to hold on. Protect me. Limited as that protection may be. I think I'm developing a horrifying empathy for clams. Crustaceans in general. Anything that gets slowly pried from the safety of it's shell, too certain doom.

The Face casually tosses the rings he was playing with aside. Tens of thousands of dollars bouncing off to God only knows where. He slides from the table to stand. Shit. He's huge.

The androgynous twink supermodel thing he has going on? Fucking LIES. Twists your perception of how, EXACTLY, strong the Face body IS. He clears seven feet easily, is muscled in that distinctly "never see me coming until it's too late" sort of way all the ninja types are.

The tattoos. It's the FUCKING tattoos! They give the illusion that he's slimmer then he actually is.

It HIDES MUSCLE MASS.

I can't tell if that's vanity or strategy and I hate it. Glare as he sashays towards me. Hips rolling in that elegant catwalk strut. I'm forced to my knees. Because of course I am. How ELSE will the bastard loom and gloat? Though really, weak as I currently feel, it's more that the Drones holding me up? Stop doing that. My knees more or less just give up on their own.

"Like what you see? You're staring so intently~" He mocks. If he were being genuine, I'd call it teasing. Flirtatious. But I know better. "It IS a pretty body, isn't it? I worked hard on it, you know. All sort of fun little details~ Might honestly be one of my favorites. If you're good for me, I'll let you explore it~"

THERE it is.

Darkside. Sex and cookies. Sign up today. Fuck you and not in the fun way. Keep your hands to yourself, Collective. You're not convincing me. You could tell me the sky was blue, and I'd make three presentations with a PowerPoint, on why you were a liar. No, still No, and a hefty fuck off No for spice.

Three steps away. Two steps. One.

A man that tall and dangerous? Frankly did NOT need heels. Figures he'd wear them anyway. Sharp enough to kill a man. Right infront of my folded knees. I refuse to look up. No more fucking games. Did have to wonder, though, if those pants... if they even WERE pants? Were painted on or not. Very tight. Looked vaguely metal yet leather.

Shit.

Fingers, splayed wide as they run themselves through my sweaty and probably bloodstained hair. Couldn't have been nice to touch. Wrong angle and just a touch too big to be a Drone. Light as a lover, sweet almost, soothing. Before it inevitably tightens, gripping the strands. Honestly not as hard as I expected, didn't even hurt.

Still, my head is forced back.

Back and back and back, forced to arch my spine, hang awkwardly at some forty-five degree angle. My thighs and abs already screaming. A Drone grabs the back of my armor and, with an almost casual yank, my chest plate is violently snapped free. Both tossed to the floor away from us.

"There we are~" the Face hums down at me, eyes nearly hypnotic in how the light moved from within, grin full of sharp and deadly teeth. "No more of that ugly thing in the way. I much prefer this~"

"Tell me, Little Hero, do you remember? Becoming mine."

No, I certainly do fucking not. What the HELL is he-!? From behind the Face a Drone steps. Dressed differently to the others. Casual clothes. Like... actual street clothes. If they weren't GREEN I never would been able too-...

In horror, I watch as the pigment of the Drones skin melts away to a middling average. So utterly nondescript a blend of ethnicities that it's genuinely hard to place, but won't stand out no matter where he goes in the city.

I... I had seen that face.

SAVED that man.

Thought he was CUTE! T..Thought WE were having some sort of MEET CUTE! Oh God. That was at the festival. I was out of costume. Saved him from getting crushed. Then my teammates handled everything before I could slip away. So I just... stayed. Showed the cute tourist the festivities.

We ate FANCY JAMS, YOU FUCK!

I pined our that cute tourist for WEEKS. Was UNBEARABLE. Tech threatened to shove me off a roof! Oh my god.

Laughter.

Dozens of mouths, laughing in perfect sync. The noise layered and bouncing strangely around the room. Deeper then it should be, higher as it swings. Like a radio or voice modulator that someone is messing with. A momentary loss of control. My anger fizzles out to fear. Oh... oh yeah...

I forgot I was fucked.

At.. at least I know why?

A step forward. Past too close and now basically in my lap. A foot on either side of my knees. I try not to think exactly where my face would be pressed if I wasn't dragged back, to hang near painfully arched, so he could lean down and I could be forced to make eye contact. That way lay madness.

He moved his other hand to my face, cupping it. Dragging his thumb possessively across my mouth. He hummed, pleased.

He pressed closer, sliding down my front to his knees, straddling my lap. REALLY hoped that WAS, in fact, a weapon in your pocket there, buddy. Because I am not liking the handsy direction this is going, nor have I come to terms with my meet cute being a monstrous planet killing warlord. Not feeling sexy, my guy.

....okay, a LITTLE sexy, but that is hormones and we ignore those.

Fuuuuuck, wandering haaaaands! Now would be a GOOD TIME for door kicking rescues! I do NOT want to learn anything new about myself today! I want to go HOME. Sleep forever, maybe! Have a burrito the size of my head! Oh god. Think unsexy thoughts. Math. Sad puppies! Sad puppies doing MATH!

The Collective had dragged me upright. Pressed my face right up against their Face's bare skin. All I could smell was expensive cologne and man. Warm skin. Oh god, I am so gay. This is hell and I am very, VERY gay. If evil, why sexy hot hot hot? Hormones are making very convincing arguments. Horny brain says let's make terrible life choices.

No! Nooooo. Stop it, Me! We are fucking better then this! God damn it, you trainwreck, you are a ROLE MODEL! Act like one! (But horny...) (NO!!!)

God I was never going to mock the fuckers who hesitates at the "sex n cookies" speech again. Persuasive mother FUCKER!

"Aah~" he sighed contentedly, far too close to a moan for my sanity's liking. Hands having finally found the hidden zippers of my undersuit. Slowly dragging it open. "You are FAR too cute~♡"

"I can't wait to get you off this worthless little rock. Back to ME. I'll have so many WAYS to take care of you~ Backups and rudimentary supports we can set up, at least until I get you something proper."

Horrifying. Deeply Horrifying. REALLY never wanted to know what terrified and horny felt like, but here we are. Distantly, I hear thunder. There's no clouds. A flash of red through the skies. Green followed by metallic purple. Oh thank fuck. Keep his attention. Just... just keep his attention.

"We'll use me as a base. Keep you in stasis. Away from all these ugly, dangerous things~! Just you and me. Perfect. BETTER. Infinite and beautiful. I'll make all sort of bodies just for you to play with. Even let you keep this one! If you want. It'll be a precious memory for us, of where you began. How we met."

A mouth on mine. I can't breathe. Can't escape the arms wrapped around me. My protests do little more then waste oxygen. I feel light headed. Come one, team Alliance! He's here! HE'S HERE!!!

"You're going to be MINE, little Hero. I finally figured it out. What I was missing. It was YOU~♡! My beloved, delicate, little thing~. I'm going to take SUCH good care of you."

"Forever~"

[laroserie]

What would it be like if Yandere! Omega liked the Omega reader too?

if reader ended up being an omega, yandere!omega could be even worst,

learning you are an omega could make him feel even worst, it feel even more wrong then you being a beta. you two could have been a bond even more but no ! you had to be a omega, he will somewhat feel like it's the your fault that you two cannot be a bond, a pair in this case ( not that he will ever tell you that directly - unless you two are arguing once you're together )

but he will also be so much more protective over you - he know the danger and what it feel to be an omega, being treated as sub-human because of your secondary gender, he know what going thru heat feel like, he know what being harassed because of your pheromones feel like - he understand what being an omega is like, he will use that to manipulated you a hundred percents !

also he is so much more inclined to kidnap you - to keep you 'safe', he will force you to make a nest with his clothes and make his right next to yours.

another thing he could do is force himself to be your alpha ! - after kidnapping you he for sure will bite your nape, to 'bond' with you, he could try to take on a more dominant role in the relationship ( unless you express at some point that you want to take the more dominant role or that you clearly tell him that you do not wish for him to act like your alpha - that said he will insist to bite your nape and have you do the same to you )

overall he could be even more obsessive, fixate even more on your secondary gender, and there is a higher chance of you being kidnapped by him !

[ineedthem-carnally]

Fem aligned don’t interact

Satan(obey me) x male reader drabble (nsfw)

Imagine licking up Satans sweat:

His shirt is off your sitting in his lap licking at the sweat on his skin. You’re occasionally leave a bite mark or hickey on his neck and chest. He’s groaning above you, looking down as you make art upon his upper body. He’s giving you some of the most intense bedroom eyes you have ever bare witnessed to.

At this point you both are grinding up against each other. He tugs your hair so you are face to face and pulls you into a kiss.

His tongue is licking around your mouth while he has a harsh grip on your hair. His other hand goes down to squeeze your thigh. You can feel his cock pressing up against yours through the fabric of both your pants.

The grinding of bodies is more intense now. You can feel your release at the tip of your fingers. You start babbling ‘close,’ as Satan adjusts his grip to start grinding your hips down towards his.

He pulls back and you try to chase his lips. Ever so desperate for more; willing to take whatever he offers. You whine high in your throat.

Satan puts two fingers in front of your mouth uttering out “Suck.”

You instantly start lapping at his fingers enjoying the feeling of something occupying your mouth.

“Good boy,” he mutters “so obedient just for me, hmm?”

(This is my first time ever writing something erotic so sorry if it sucks, but I saw Satan’s newest card and mmm…)

[antion-bewitching-bitch]

The budding flower of Hearts

Teaser/Pilot?

Descendants x male Oc (you can read it as a self-insert if you want)

Masterlist

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An: This will be a teaser to a fanfic I'm planning to start. It’ll be a descendants fanfic with a male oc who is the child of the queen of hearts (yes i saw descendants 4, i think i won’t like it nor use it. I’ll centre more on descendants 1, 2, & 3). This won’t be beta read, I'll be the one who’ll mostly check for mistakes but if you do see some, maybe comment and I'll try my best to edit! Hope you like it!

Ps. THIS IS LIKE MY FIRST TIME AND ALSO JUST PILOT SO NOT CHAPTER 1 YET.

1.5k words. No Trigger warnings that I know off.

“And who might you be dear?” The lady in a metallic blue dress asked; She was Fairy Godmother. The school’s mere environment with all its beautiful architecture, clear blue skies, greenery which was a far cry from the deserted land me and the others came from; just a few minutes ago.

“Eli” I muttered, lost in the new environment. Taking in the beautiful clear sky that looked so polluted and clouded back then, It was this beautiful blue now.

I was pulled back to focus when I felt a bump by Carlos, I was asked again. “Eli?”

“Ah! Sorry, my name; it's Eli des Lamproca Van Der Heart.” I tried to push through with how long my name was. “Please just call me Eli!” with a greeting of a low nod and a smile. My heart painted lips curving. They were staring at our alien appearance compared to them.

“Eli, a lovely name.” The Fairy gleefully said with her high pitched voice, doing her best to greet the weird kids who just showed up. “Welcome to Auradon prep! I'm Fairy Godmother, headmistress.”

Mal then quickened “The fairy godmother? As in, "Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo"?”. “Bibbidi-bobbidi. You know it.” The Fairy replied with a smile.

Everything else was forgettable, for I was annoyed that Jay was eying a random girl next to the Fairy. He was skittish and all that nonsense while loudly chewing the gum he had in the limo. I sighed as I continued looking around and noticed Carlos was still trying to fix his clothes with chocolate still in his lips.

I was then brought back to the conversation when the man spoke. “It's so good to finally meet you all! I'm Ben.” I then slanted my head wondering who this ‘Ben’ was. I saw his gaze go to mine.

“Prince! Benjamin. Soon to be king.” The girl next to him followed up quickly, so he was the reason we’re here. 

“You had me at prince. My mom's a queen, which makes me a princess.” Evie walked forward towards him, spinning around a bit and showing him her hand.

The girl then shook her head “The evil queen has no royal status here” Then i saw it “And neither do you.” her smile widened. She had this look in her eyes, gleeful to say the next line putting Evie in her place.

I pulled Evie back a bit next to me. Ben then awkwardly laughed and introduced this girl “This is Aubrey….”

“Princess! Aubrey.” she said while pointing her finger. She was reminding him, she was also royalty. “His. girlfriend.” she was wearing this fake smile. While Ben continued to look at her awkwardly. He isn’t fond of her. It seems so. “Right benny-boo~?” Ben was feeling uncomfortable while she wrapped her hand towards his.

Mal and I smiled back at them. I truly didn’t care for the next gibber gabber of the Fairy with all that talk about some library in the end. 

Ben was behind her and I noticed Aubrey trying to take his hand once but he harshly took it back not wanting to be all touchy in front of us it seems. After the fairy walked away, He stepped forward and offered his hand towards Jay to shake.

 “It is so, so, so good to finally me-meet you all.” Jay, that idiot. He pushed him away. But smiled back at him, He didn’t want to shake his hand while he shook his head. He continued to Mal and shook her hand then stared a bit…

“This is a momentous occasion,” he continued while Mal then shakes her hand like it had been infected “and one that I hope will go down in history. Is that chocolate?” What a mess; Carlos with his already messy face had chocolate covered hands; But then the prince licked his finger clean, and gave me a look. Weird. “As the day our two peoples began to heal.” He shook Evie’s Hand while Aubrey behind him eyed her as she stared at him.

He finally reached me, “What was that pause earlier with Mal?” I asked him while we shook hands and he stared at me and smiled brightly “Ah. nothing! It wa-was nothing. Eli right? Beautiful name”. Weird. 

Aubrey was getting a bit annoyed at him staring at us, but now more so at me. “Hey! You're the mad queen’s son right?” she directed towards me while I nodded with a fake smile; with Ben still staring at me but still wasn’t letting go of my hand. What exactly is going through his mind? “Yeah, you know what? I totally don’t believe the rumours, you’re not that insane!” 

What a bitch. 

Ben then was back to reality when he saw my smile fade a bit and realizing the situation while finally letting go of my hand. I just said nothing since if I did I might have slapped her. He was now looking towards Aubrey and seemed to be thinking of something.

“And you! You’re Maleficent's daughter, aren't you?” She then directed at Mal and stepped a bit closer to her. “Yeah, you know what? I totally do not blame you for your mother trying to kill my parents and stuff.” she rambled.

“Oh! my mom's Aurora. Sleeping~” She proclaimed, faking dumb; she stared at Mal insuating for her to continue. “Beauty!” Mal continued the atmosphere now being awkward.

“Yeah, I've heard the name. You know, and I totally do not blame your grandparents for inviting everyone in the whole world but my mother to their stupid christening.” They smiled back at each other. “Water under the bridge” Aubrey replied smiling. “Totes!” Mal wasn’t backing down. 

What plastics honestly.

Ben grabbed Aubrey away from us and continued while defusing the situation “Okay! So, how about a tour?” We all were silent. So was I. I was just observing really. “Yeah?” He showed us forward and we walked behind him. Evie continued to walk beside me and linked our arms; while Mal was in front of us behind Ben and Aubrey. With Jay and Carlos messing around with each other behind us.

“Auradon prep, originally built over 300 years ago and converted into a high school by my father wh-” 

The yapping of Ben faded as Evie gave me a look of concern. She began “Do yo- Do you think other royals will hate us?”. It was a genuine concern, both me and her were of true royal blood. “Do you think your father will hate you?” I asked her, she was a child of not only the 'Evil Queen' but also the King. She and Snow White were half-siblings.

“I haven’t really met him, I’ve never had…” She continues on. She asked me “Do you think your aunt will hate you?”. The White Queen, the sister of my mother. The one who sentenced her to the wastelands for unity with the other nations.

“Mother said she would have loved me. Though, we haven’t met either” I was going to continue but then we all came to a stop. Ben saw Carlos.

“Carlos.” He said. Carlos was behind Jay’s back, now terrified of the bronze? Statue that was earlier a man now a beast. Carlos must be afraid since it looked like a dog. “It's okay.” He was trying to reassure him to not be that fearful.

“My father wanted his statue to morph from beast to man to remind us that anything is possible.” His father. The king of this united land. I heard of his father’s tale with the beauty that is belle. “Do you resent the witch who cursed your father?” I remembered the beginning of the tale.

“Do you even know the witch? I never heard of them just of their curse towards him”

He laughed again before answering, but now it wasn’t a forced one like earlier with Aubrey. “For the first question, no. I don’t resent them. For the second. I think… even my father doesn’t know them?” He started to scratch his chin while thinking back. Aubrey asked back “Why ask Eli? Why so curious about curses?”

It was clear my curiosity was for him and the witch itself, not the curse. She was clearing trying to put words in my mouth. I laughed a bit at her question, I replied with a smile. “Why not? Scared of my madness?”

“So you guys have a lot of magic here in Auradon?” Mal asked changing the topic while we continued walking inside the school, clearly ignoring the conflict while also using it as a time to gain some information. “Like wands and things like that?”

Ben stole a glance at me before answering Mal’s question. At first it was Mal he was staring at, now me? “Yeah, it exists of course, but It's pretty much retired.” he smiled a bit. “Most of us here are just ordinary mortals.” He nodded with us now being inside the school and at the center of a grand hall with large staircases leading to places we haven’t seen yet.

THATS IT. THATS THE TEASER/PILOT OF THE FANFIC

im sorry if you wanted more and etc. but i just wanted to show just this and i might even change some more stuff in the future just in case too.

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[supercap2319]

"You do realize that the only reason why I'm traveling with you jerkoffs is because Professor Oak hurt himself, right?" Y/N faked smiled as he waved to all the people wishing him and his traveling companions. He was broadening a ship to the Paldea region to explore the Area Zero with the President's son, Alexander Claremont Diaz. And Prince Henry of Wales.

"Yes, well, this isn't my idea of a proper time. I was under the impression that I would be traveling alone." Henry said.

"Too bad you're not, your majesty." Alex said.

"Actually, it's "Your Royal Highness. "Your Majesty" is reserved for the king." Henry said.

"Oh, thank you for the etiquette lesson." Y/N said.

"You both are in desperate need of one." Henry pokes them both in the chest.

"You know what? You smug and entitled little rich—"

"Everything alright here, boys." Zahra asked.

"Just fine, Zahra. Just talking about all the incredible things we'll see in the Area Zero." Alex lied.

"I see. I hope you three behave better than your Pokémon. There's a fight in the training area between Sprigatito, Quaxly, and Fuecoco."

"What?!"

[dubusnotes]

Road Trip | Kim Dahyun

⤷ (word count: 7,853)

⤷ (genre: fluff, romance)

It was going to be a simple road trip to San Francisco. Ever since the trip to Hawaii was canceled after your family emergency, the plan changed, and it was going to be that Dahyun and yourself were going to spend a week traveling from San Diego to San Francisco. However, with a popped tire and a hotel booking gone wrong, it seemed as if life kept throwing wrenches into your plan.

⤷ ⤶

“Sir, I would like to ask for you to leave now,” An intense anger slowly brewed from within you as you stared daggers into the hotel manager in front of you. It was safe to assume that you were not in the greatest mood, and it isn’t getting any better with the situation you’re in.

You had booked one of the rooms here an hour ago, the confirmation email still fresh in your inbox. And yet, despite showing the reservation details to the hotel staff, the manager insisted that there were no available rooms under your name.

Not wanting to instigate the situation any further, you grab your belongings beside you and exit from the hotel’s reception area. The humid air in the evening envelopes your cold skin causing you to cringe a little at the sudden rise in temperature compared to the air conditioned room inside the hotel.

You spent the better half of the night scouring through endless hotel listings, trying to find a decent place that wasn’t overpriced. After hours of searching, comparing rates, and reading through questionable reviews, you finally secured a reservation—only for it to be tossed aside as if it never existed. The manager’s dismissive tone replayed in your head, fueling your irritation. It wasn’t just the inconvenience of being left without a room—it was the sheer incompetence, the refusal to acknowledge your proof, the complete utter waste of time!

Your fingers tighten around your phone as you storm toward the car, jaw clenched in irritation. The night had already been long enough, and now, thanks to this ridiculous booking error, it was about to get even longer. You yank the car door open with more force than necessary and throw your bag onto the backseat, your frustration boiling over as you slide into the driver’s seat.

“I honestly can’t believe him!” You slam the car door as you get in, still fuming from the hotel debacle. Your hands grip the steering wheel, feeling the heat of your frustration rising once more. But as you take a breath and look over, your gaze falls on Dahyun, who’s been sitting quietly in the passenger seat the entire time. Her calm, steady presence immediately has an effect on you.

Today, she’s dressed perfectly for the cool, foggy San Diego weather. Her soft, colorful sweater clings to her comfortably, the long sleeves rolled just above her elbows to keep it casual but warm enough against the slight chill. She paired it with high-waisted, faded blue jeans, the cuffs tucked neatly into her shoes. A pair of white sneakers, clean but scuffed from the road, complete the look. Despite the day’s challenges, her outfit somehow makes her seem effortlessly put-together, and the simplicity of it only adds to her charm.

She’s looking at you, her eyes soft yet understanding, as if she’s been waiting patiently for this moment to let you vent, and for a second, the weight of your anger lightens. It’s like her calmness pulls the tension from your shoulders, and the knot in your chest begins to ease. You feel like you can finally exhale.

Dahyun smiles gently, giving you that reassuring look she always has when she knows you’re frustrated. “It’s okay,” she says, her voice the perfect antidote to your irritation, “Tell me what happened.”

You let out a long, irritated sigh and spill everything: the search, the confirmation email, the manager’s denial, the wasted time. It all comes out in a rush as you unload your frustration, and Dahyun listens without interrupting, her attention fully on you.

When you finish, there’s a brief moment of silence, and just as you start to gather your thoughts, Dahyun surprises you. She pulls out her phone and smiles. “I went ahead and booked a room at a different hotel. It’s not far, and I made sure it’s a good deal. We’ll get some rest tonight.”

You blink, caught off guard, “You—what?”

She grins, “You’ve been through enough tonight. I thought I’d take care of it for you.” Her voice is warm, confident, and there’s something about the way she’s always so considerate, always stepping in when you need her, that leaves you speechless for a moment. She tilts her head slightly, an eyebrow raising, “Honestly, I had a bad feeling when you were taking so long on the call before we arrived. I knew something was up.”

You blink, surprised. “You… knew?”

She nods, a soft smile curling at her lips, “Yeah, I could tell. You don’t usually take that long on the phone unless something’s really off.”

“I’m really sorry, Dahyun,” you let out a heavy sigh, your frustration fading a little as you watch her, “I wanted this trip to be perfect. It’s just—everything’s gone wrong so far, and I’m the one who planned it.”

Her smile softens, and she reaches out, placing a hand on your arm. “Hey, don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault. Things don’t always go as planned, but I appreciate the time I get to spend with you, no matter what.” Her words settle over you like a gentle breeze, and for the first time that night, you feel a wave of relief wash over you.

The drive to the new hotel isn’t long, but the tension in your shoulders eases as you pull into the parking lot. The warm glow of the hotel’s exterior lights welcomes you, a much-needed contrast to the frustration from earlier. You shift into park and let out a sigh, resting your head against the seat for a moment.

“See? Crisis averted,” Dahyun teases, unbuckling her seatbelt, “and you didn’t even have to throw hands with a hotel manager.”

You snort. “Tempting as it was.”

She giggles, stretching her arms before reaching for her purse. “Let’s just get checked in so you can finally relax.”

You nod and step out of the car, but the moment you move toward the trunk, Dahyun already sees where this is going. “Wait—don’t even think about it,” she warns, eyes narrowing playfully.

You raise an eyebrow. “Think about what?”

“You are not carrying all of our luggage.”

You scoff, popping open the trunk. “Come on, it’s not even that much. I got it.”

Dahyun crosses her arms. “You always say that, and then you end up struggling halfway to the elevator.”

“That’s a lie.”

“That is not a lie.”

You shake your head, grabbing both suitcases before she can argue further. “Too late. Already committed.”

“Unbelievable.” Dahyun huffs but follows beside you, clearly unimpressed. “One day, I’m gonna record you when you start regretting it.”

“You won’t get the chance.”

“Uh-huh, we’ll see.” Despite her protests, she doesn’t stop you. Instead, she just walks alongside you, shaking her head with a fond smile.

Inside, the hotel lobby is quiet, save for the soft hum of music playing in the background. The receptionist, a middle-aged woman with glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, greets you both with a polite smile. “Checking in?”

“Yes, under Kim Dahyun,” she answers smoothly, stepping up to the desk while you stand beside her, still holding the luggage like a stubborn martyr.

The receptionist types on her computer for a moment before nodding. “Got it. You’ll be on the sixth floor. Here are your keycards.” She hands them over, and Dahyun takes them with a small ‘thank you’ before nudging you lightly. “See? Quick and easy. No fights necessary.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

With the keycards in hand, the two of you make your way down the hall toward the elevators. As you wait for the doors to open, a family walks past—a couple with their young daughter, no older than six or seven, holding her mother’s hand.

Just as they pass, you hear a tiny whisper, though not as quiet as the girl probably intended. “Mommy, that girl is so pretty.”

Dahyun pauses mid-step, blinking, and you catch the way her ears turn the faintest shade of pink. The mother hushes her daughter gently, though she sends a knowing smile your way before continuing on.

You glance at Dahyun, grinning. “See? Even kids know you’re gorgeous.”

She groans, covering her face with her hands. “Oh my god, stop.”

You chuckle, nudging her shoulder as the elevator dings. “What? I’m just agreeing with her.”

Dahyun shakes her head, but there’s a shy smile on her lips as you step inside the elevator together. As the doors close, you steal another glance at her—at the way the soft glow of the elevator lights casts a gentle highlight on her features, the way her sweater hangs comfortably on her frame, and the quiet confidence she carries even when flustered. The little girl was completely right—Dahyun is so pretty. And in that moment, you can’t help but think that, despite everything that went wrong with the previous booking, being here with her makes it all worth it.

As the elevator hums softly, carrying you both upward, a comfortable silence settles between you. Dahyun leans against the railing, her fingers idly tracing the edge of the keycard in her hand. Her gaze flickers toward you for a brief second before settling on the floor, her expression thoughtful.

“You know…” she starts quietly, her voice softer than usual, “I really appreciate you.”

You blink, surprised by the sudden sincerity. “Where’s this coming from?”

She exhales a small laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t know. Just thinking about everything that happened today. Most people would’ve let the stress get to them, but you kept pushing through.” She looks up, her eyes warm. “Even when things don’t go as planned, you always try to make the best of it. And I just… I love that about you.”

Your heart stirs at her words, warmth spreading through your chest. You reach out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly say I handled it gracefully,” you chuckle, “you saw me ready to throw hands with that manager.”

Dahyun giggles. “Okay, yeah. But still. You care a lot. And that means everything to me.”

The way she’s looking at you—soft, earnest, filled with something so genuine—it makes your pulse quicken. You take a small step closer, tilting your head slightly. “If you’re trying to make me fall for you even more, it’s working.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s a blush creeping up her cheeks. Before she can protest, you lean in, aiming for a quick kiss.

Dahyun immediately flinches back, eyes wide. “W-We’re in an elevator—”

You smirk. “And?”

“There’s a camera.”

“Relax, the only person seeing this is some security guard watching the feed.”

Her jaw drops. “That makes it worse!”

You laugh, unable to help yourself. “So what? Let him be jealous.”

Dahyun groans, covering her face. “Oh my god, you’re impossible.”

You grin, shrugging. “And yet, here you are, stuck with me.”

She peeks at you through her fingers before shaking her head with a small, exasperated smile. “Yeah… and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Before you can tease her again, the elevator dings, signaling your floor. As the doors slide open, Dahyun quickly steps out, leaving you grinning as you follow behind, the warmth of the moment still lingering between you.

Stepping into the hallway, you glance down at the keycard in Dahyun’s hand as she double-checks the room number. A few doors down, she stops in front of one with a soft beep from the lock before pushing it open.

The moment you both step inside, a sense of relief washes over you. The room is spacious, illuminated by the warm glow of bedside lamps. A king-sized bed sits against the far wall, layered with plush white pillows and a thick comforter that practically invites exhaustion to take over. There’s a sitting area near the window, complete with a small couch and a coffee table, while a sleek, flat-screen TV is mounted on the wall across from the bed. The window itself offers a view of the city lights below, shimmering against the night sky.

To the right, a door leads to the en-suite bathroom, its frosted glass panel giving a glimpse of the modern setup inside. The polished marble countertop extends across one side, supporting a well-lit vanity mirror, while a walk-in shower with a rainfall showerhead sits on the opposite end.

Dahyun exhales in content, stretching her arms above her head. “Finally.”

You set the luggage down near the bed, rolling your shoulders from the strain of carrying everything. “Not bad, huh?”

“Not bad?” Dahyun scoffs playfully as she wanders toward the bathroom, peeking inside. “This is so much better than what we almost had to settle for.” She turns the knob to test the water pressure, nodding in approval. “Mmm, I’ve been dreaming about a hot shower all night.”

You smirk, leaning against the doorway with your arms crossed. “Too bad I’ll be stuck out here, unpacking all our stuff… while there’s a very pretty woman enjoying a warm shower just a few feet away.”

Dahyun freezes for a moment before turning to you with an incredulous look. “Did you really just say that?”

“What?” You feign innocence, shrugging. “It’s just an observation.”

She narrows her eyes, arms crossing as she leans against the counter. “Uh-huh. Right.”

“Glad you agree.”

Rolling her eyes, she steps past you but not before giving you a light pat on the shoulder. “Thanks for all the hard work,” she teases, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I really appreciate it.”

You scoff. “That was sarcasm.”

“Nooo, it was appreciation,” she insists with a playful grin before disappearing into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. You shake your head, chuckling under your breath. Even after a long, exhausting day, she still knows how to keep you on your toes.

As the bathroom door clicks shut and the sound of running water fills the room, you exhale and turn your attention to the luggage. Unzipping the bags, you start sorting through the contents—clothes, toiletries, chargers, snacks. A part of you had been dreading this, but unpacking helps distract you from the lingering exhaustion of the day.

Your hands pause over a neatly folded shirt as a thought creeps into your mind.

This wasn’t how the trip was supposed to go.

You were supposed to be in Hawaii right now, enjoying the sun, the beaches, the endless buffets at the resort. Instead, you had to cancel everything at the last minute after the call about your mom. A heart attack—something you never thought you’d have to deal with so soon. The sheer panic of it all still lingers in the back of your mind. The hospital visits, the constant calls with family members, the sleepless nights spent worrying about test results and doctor updates. The stress had been overwhelming.

But through all of it, Dahyun had been there.

She had stayed up with you during those late-night calls, listening as you vented your fears. She had driven over with food when you kept forgetting to eat. She had reminded you—again and again—that you didn’t have to carry everything alone.

You swallow the lump forming in your throat, shaking your head slightly as you continue unpacking. Even now, as tired as you are, there’s a deep gratitude within you. Maybe this wasn’t the trip you originally planned, but if there’s one thing you do know, it’s that you’re lucky to have her by your side.

Just as you zip up one of the bags, the sound of running water comes to a stop. A few seconds later, Dahyun’s voice calls out from the bathroom.

“Babe?”

You glance up. “Yeah?”

“Would be really nice if you could bring me my shower stuff.”

You shake your head with a small laugh, already standing to grab her things. “Yeah, yeah, I got it.”

There’s a pause, and then—

“Oh, and by the way…” Her voice is casual, playful. “There’s plenty of room for one more person.”

You freeze, blinking.

A beat of silence.

Then you hear her snicker from behind the door. “Kidding!”

“Unbelievable,” you mutter, shaking your head as you grab her shower bag and head toward the bathroom.

⤷ ⤶

The hotel room is finally still, the earlier chaos of the day fading into the background. Both you and Dahyun are freshly showered, the scent of soap and shampoo lingering in the air as you lie side by side on the bed. Dahyun, wrapped in the hotel’s fluffy robe, nestles closer, resting her head lightly against your shoulder as the soft glow of your phone screen illuminates the both of you.

“Okay,” you murmur, scrolling through the delivery options. “What do we feel like? Chinese food? Korean? Or maybe something simple like burgers and fries?”

Dahyun hums, pretending to think for a moment. “Chinese sounds nice. But Korean sounds even better.”

You huff out a laugh. “Of course, it does.”

She lifts her head slightly, peering over at the screen as you scroll past a few places. “Ooooh, wait! Go back.”

You flick your thumb upward, stopping on the restaurant she caught sight of—BCD Tofu House. You glance at her, already knowing what’s coming.

“This one?” you ask.

She nods eagerly. “Yep! They have everything. Sundubu jjigae, galbi, bibimbap, seafood pancakes…” Her eyes gleam as she starts listing off options. “Oh! And we have to get japchae. And some kimbap! Oh, and—”

You glance at her with a raised brow. “You do realize there’s only two of us, right?”

Dahyun turns to you with an innocent smile. “And?”

You let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking your head with a small grin. “Unbelievable.”

She giggles, squeezing your arm lightly before nudging you. “Come on, you know you want all of it too.”

You roll your eyes but don’t argue, already tapping to add everything to the cart. Truth be told, you really don’t mind. If anything, seeing Dahyun so excited about food—even after the long night you both had—is enough to make you want to order the entire menu just to keep that smile on her face. As you confirm the order, Dahyun settles back against you, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns along your arm.

“Estimated delivery time: thirty minutes,” you say, setting your phone aside.

Dahyun lets out a pleased hum. “Perfect. Just enough time to get comfy before we feast.” You chuckle, wrapping an arm around her as she snuggles in closer.

⤷ ⤶

The road stretched endlessly ahead, the miles melting away as the two of you continued your journey north. The drive so far had been a mix of breathtaking sights and frustrating road conditions, a perfect encapsulation of any California road trip.

Starting from San Diego, you had taken the scenic route whenever possible, soaking in the coastal views and making brief stops at notable spots. Laguna Beach had been a quick but worthwhile detour, the cliffs overlooking the ocean giving you both a moment to breathe in the salty air. Newport Beach followed, where you grabbed coffee from a local café before hitting the road again.

Then came Los Angeles.

The city was as vibrant and chaotic as ever. The skyline was impressive, but nothing could prepare you for the traffic. The moment you merged onto the freeway, you felt your patience thinning with every second. Brake lights filled your vision, and despite your best efforts to stay calm, you couldn’t stop yourself from groaning every time the car ahead of you barely crawled forward.

“Remind me why people live here?” you muttered, gripping the steering wheel.

Dahyun giggled from the passenger seat, barely affected by the madness on the road. “Because it’s L.A.,” she teased, snapping a picture of the congested freeway on her phone. “Want me to send this to your family so they can hear you complain about it later?”

You shot her a deadpan look. “If you do, I’m turning this car around.”

But as much as the traffic tested your patience, the rest of the drive made up for it. Dahyun had taken it upon herself to be the car DJ, curating a playlist that consisted of everything from classic road trip anthems to her own personal favorites. Before long, the long stretches of highway were filled with her singing—sometimes beautifully, sometimes purposefully off-key just to make you laugh.

Watching her, completely immersed in the music, her hand drumming against her thigh to the beat, her voice carrying through the car—it made the long hours bearable. More than bearable. You loved seeing her like this, so effortlessly happy despite being cooped up in a car for hours on end.

“Okay, okay, one more!” Dahyun declared as she queued up another song. “But you have to sing with me this time.”

You groaned, already knowing where this was going. “Dahyun—”

“Nope, no excuses!” she cut in, cranking up the volume as the opening notes of a ridiculously catchy pop song played through the speakers. She turned to you with an expectant grin, her eyes practically daring you to refuse.

With a sigh, you gave in. And just like that, the two of you were belting out lyrics together, the miles slipping away as laughter and music filled the car.

But then—

BANG.

The car jolted, an unnatural thud shaking the entire vehicle. Immediately, you tightened your grip on the wheel, your instincts kicking in. The car lurched slightly to the right, and an unmistakable thudding sound filled your ears.

“Shit—” you hissed, quickly scanning for a safe place to pull over.

“Dahyun, hold on,” you said firmly, your entire body going into emergency mode. Carefully, you eased the car to the side of the highway, keeping control despite the unsteadiness of the wheel. The moment you came to a full stop, you exhaled sharply, your pulse still racing.

Dahyun let out a shaky breath beside you. “What… what just happened?”

You swallowed, running a hand through your hair before turning to her. “I think we just popped a tire.”

Standing to the side of the car, you let out a long, exasperated sigh as you ran a hand down your face. The sedan—your trusted, fuel-efficient companion for this trip—now sat at an awkward angle, the front right tire completely deflated, the rubber torn from whatever it was that had punctured it. You crouched down, pressing your fingers lightly against the damaged area, assessing the extent of the issue. At least the wheel itself seemed intact, but that didn’t do much to quell the sheer frustration bubbling inside you.

First, the hotel mix-up. Then the exhausting drive through L.A. traffic. And now? A popped tire in the middle of nowhere. This trip was not supposed to go like this.

You clenched your jaw, inhaling sharply through your nose as you stood back up, resting your hands on your hips. Just breathe. Losing your temper wasn’t going to help, but damn if it wasn’t getting harder to keep your patience in check.

Dahyun, sensing the storm brewing within you, stepped in. Without a word, she reached for your hand, fingers lacing through yours in a gentle, grounding touch. You turned to her, and when your eyes met, the frustration didn’t disappear entirely—but it eased. Just a little.

“I know this isn’t how you wanted things to go,” she said softly, her thumb brushing over your skin. “But we’ll get through it. It’s just a bump in the road—literally.”

You let out a tired chuckle at her attempt to lighten the mood, shaking your head. “You and your puns…”

Dahyun grinned before leaning up on her toes, pressing a quick, warm kiss to your cheek. “I mean it, though. We’ll be fine.”

You exhaled, the tension in your shoulders loosening just enough for you to focus. Right. No point in standing around feeling sorry for yourself—this was just another problem to solve.

Rolling your shoulders, you turned to the trunk and popped it open. “I need to move our stuff to the backseat so I can get to the spare tire,” you explained, already reaching for the first suitcase.

Dahyun gave you a small nod. “I’ll help.”

As you shifted the luggage to the back, clearing space for the hidden compartment under the trunk’s flooring, you could already see the spare tire tucked away along with the necessary tools. Taking a deep breath, you straightened up, dusting off your hands before glancing at Dahyun.

“Mind giving me a hand with the tools?” you asked, stepping aside so you could pull out the spare tire.

Dahyun nodded. “On it.”

As you crouched down beside the car, loosening the lug nuts with the tire iron, Dahyun knelt next to you, handing over the tools when needed. Despite the inconvenience of the situation, she seemed determined to keep the mood light.

“You know,” she started, brushing a stray hair behind her ear, “this is kind of a rite of passage for a road trip. Flat tire, unexpected detours—just missing a creepy gas station in the middle of nowhere.”

You huffed out a chuckle. “Yeah, I’d rather not check that box.” You carefully removed the damaged tire, setting it aside. “But hey, at least we’re not stranded too far from civilization.”

Dahyun tapped her chin playfully. “I mean, if we were, we could’ve done a survival challenge. Couple vs. Wild.”

You snorted. “Yeah? And how long do you think we’d last?”

She grinned. “Depends—do I get to use my phone?”

“That’s not how survival works, babe.”

She sighed dramatically. “Then I’d give us… two days, tops.”

You laughed at that, shaking your head as you focused back on replacing the tire. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t come to that.”

A comfortable silence settled as you secured the spare tire in place, but Dahyun—ever the conversationalist—kept the energy up. “So, once we finally get to San Francisco, what’s the first thing we’re doing?”

“Took you this long to ask?” You smirked. “Food, obviously. I know you’ve been waiting to hit up all the spots we talked about.”

Her eyes lit up. “Yes! Dim sum, clam chowder in a bread bowl, Ghirardelli sundaes—I’m going to eat everything.”

“I believe you,” you teased. “You’ve been talking about that chowder for weeks.”

“Can you blame me? Fresh seafood just hits different,” she said, pouting cutely after.

You tightened the last lug nut before shifting to sit beside her. “We’ll get seafood, don’t worry. And then, of course, all the sightseeing. Golden Gate, Alcatraz, Pier 39… Might even take you to that secret scenic hike I found.”

“A secret hike?” Dahyun’s eyebrows raised.

You shrugged, keeping your tone casual. “Yeah, figured we could go after we settle in at the hotel. Thought you’d like a quieter spot with a great view of the city.”

Her expression softened, a small smile playing at her lips. “You really do plan ahead, huh?”

“I try,” you said, smirking.

“Well,” she nudged your arm lightly, “I’m looking forward to it. But first…” She glanced at the car, then back at you. “How’s our tire situation looking, mechanic?”

You wiped your hands on your jeans, giving the new tire a once-over. “All set. Not perfect, but it’ll get us there.”

Dahyun clapped her hands together. “Great. Now, let’s get back on the road before another wrench gets thrown into our plans.”

You stood up, offering her a hand. “Deal.”

With that, you both climbed back into the car, ready to keep pushing forward—bumps in the road and all.

› San Francisco Montage ‹

Golden Gate Bridge – The Classic Photo Stop

The moment you parked near the scenic viewpoint, Dahyun was already halfway out of the car, phone in hand. The wind whipped through her hair as she stretched her arms wide, embracing the cool bay breeze.

“Okay, okay, get closer!” she said, waving you over as she set up a selfie. You sighed, playing along, standing beside her as she angled the shot perfectly to capture both of you and the Golden Gate in the background.

“One normal smile,” you warned, “then you can do whatever pose you want.”

Dahyun beamed. “Deal!”

Click.

Immediately after, she switched it up—throwing up peace signs, puffing her cheeks, and making finger hearts at the camera while you struggled to keep up.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

She grinned. “I know.”

Pier 39 – Sea Lions & Sweets

Wandering along the bustling pier, you and Dahyun stopped every few steps to admire the street performers, browse the little souvenir shops, and—most importantly—watch the famous sea lions lazing on the docks.

“They’re so fat,” Dahyun gasped, eyes wide in fascination.

“They eat well,” you chuckled, leaning on the railing beside her.

One particularly large sea lion let out a long, lazy bark, flopping onto its side dramatically.

Dahyun mimicked it perfectly. “Me after eating all day.”

You laughed, pulling her into your side. “You say that, but I know you still have room for dessert.”

“Of course I do,” she grinned. “We’re going to Ghirardelli Square next!”

Ghirardelli Square – Chocolate Heaven

Sitting across from Dahyun at the small table, you watched as she happily dug into a towering Hot Fudge Sundae.

She took one bite, closed her eyes, and sighed in bliss. “This… is life-changing.”

“You said the same thing about the clam chowder earlier.”

“And I meant it.” She pointed her spoon at you. “Great food deserves equal appreciation.”

You smirked, taking a bite of your own. “Fair point.”

Chinatown – Late-Night Dim Sum

Dahyun sat across from you in the tiny, bustling dim sum restaurant, her chopsticks poised as she scanned the bamboo steamers before her.

“Okay,” she said seriously, “if you could only pick one dim sum dish to eat forever, what would it be?”

You thought for a moment before grabbing a char siu bao (BBQ pork bun). “This. No hesitation.”

Dahyun gasped dramatically. “No hesitation?”

“None.”

She narrowed her eyes, then picked up a har gow (shrimp dumpling). “I respect it, but I’m choosing this.”

You scoffed. “Har gow? Over char siu bao?”

“Absolutely.” She popped the dumpling in her mouth, looking smug.

You shook your head. “We’re so different.”

“But somehow, we work,” she teased.

You chuckled, reaching over to steal a dumpling from her steamer. “Yeah, yeah… we do.”

⤷ ⤶

The sky had begun shifting into soft hues of pink and orange as you drove down the winding road leading to the hidden trail. The buzz of the city was far behind now, replaced by the serene quiet of nature. Dahyun had been humming along to the music playing softly in the car, the remnants of the day’s adventures still shining in her eyes.

“You’re really keeping this place a secret, huh?” she asked, glancing at you with curiosity.

You smirked. “Patience, babe. You’ll see soon enough.”

She pouted but didn’t press further, leaning back in her seat. “Well, after today, I trust your picks. This better be as pretty as you hyped it up to be.”

You took her hand, giving it a light squeeze. “I promise, it’s worth it.”

As you pulled into a small, secluded parking spot near the trailhead, Dahyun stretched her arms over her head. “Ready for one last adventure today?”

You smiled. “Always.” And with that, you both stepped out of the car, ready for the final—and most meaningful—stop of the trip so far.

The trail had been a gentle, winding path through towering redwoods, their ancient trunks stretching endlessly toward the sky, filtering the golden evening light through a canopy of emerald leaves. The air was crisp and carried the faint, earthy scent of pine and damp soil, a refreshing contrast to the salty breeze that hinted at what lay ahead. The rhythmic sound of footsteps against the dirt trail was the only noise, save for the occasional rustling of wildlife in the underbrush.

Then, the trees thinned.

And there it was.

A vast, breathtaking overlook—where the world seemed to stretch endlessly before them. The cliffside jutted out like a natural balcony, offering an unobstructed view of the Pacific Ocean, its waves shimmering beneath the last rays of the setting sun. The water stretched into infinity, an endless canvas of deep blues and fiery oranges, mirroring the sky above. Wisps of clouds caught the sun’s light, painted in soft shades of pink and lavender, shifting as the evening deepened.

To the right, far beyond the rolling hills and distant forests, the city lay in the distance—San Francisco’s skyline glowing like embers against the encroaching twilight. Tiny golden lights flickered to life, one by one, illuminating the cityscape as dusk began to settle. From this height, everything looked peaceful, untouched by the hurried pace of the world below.

The wind blew gently, cool but not biting, wrapping around you two like a quiet embrace. Birds drifted lazily overhead, carried by the breeze, their silhouettes small against the vast sky. Wildflowers clung to the edge of the cliffside, their delicate petals trembling with each passing gust. The world felt endless and yet intimate—just the two of you standing on the precipice of something both eternal and fleeting.

Fingers intertwined.

A quiet inhale.

Dahyun’s breath caught in awe, her dark eyes wide as she took everything in, tracing every detail like she wanted to memorize it forever. The soft glow of the sunset reflected in her gaze, and though she said nothing, the way her grip on your hand tightened spoke volumes. The wonder, the gratitude, the quiet appreciation—it was all there, written in the gentle way her lips parted, in the way her chest rose and fell, steady but reverent.

Both of you stood there, unmoving, just breathing it in.

The words had been forming in your mind for a long time now, and as you stood there, watching her, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you two, you knew you couldn’t hold them back anymore. The ocean stretched endlessly behind her, the wind playing with strands of her dark hair, the last light of the sun casting a golden glow across her skin. She was beautiful—so heartbreakingly beautiful—and you had to say it. All of it.

You took a deep breath, tightening your hold on her hands before you finally spoke.

“I still remember the first time I saw you,” you began, voice steady but thick with emotion. “Seoul, two years ago. I was wandering the streets after a business meeting, exhausted and hungry, and I walked into that café without thinking twice. And then there you were, standing behind the counter, smiling as you handed a customer their order. I must’ve looked like an idiot when I tried to ask for your number in the worst Korean imaginable.” You laughed softly, shaking your head at the memory. “I was bracing myself for rejection—hell, I was bracing myself for you not even understanding what I was saying. But then you just… looked at me and said, ‘You know, you could’ve just asked in English.’”

Dahyun laughed at that, her grip on your hands tightening slightly, her eyes soft with nostalgia.

“That should’ve scared me off right then and there,” you continued, “but instead, I knew I had to know you.”

Your gaze flickered over her face, catching the way her lips parted slightly, how her expression softened as she listened.

“When we started dating, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. A long-distance relationship never is. But every call, every message, every ridiculous time zone math problem we had to do just to find a good time to talk—it was all worth it. And then, when I finally moved to Korea, when I finally got to be with you every day instead of through a screen… I knew, without a doubt, that I never wanted to be apart from you again.”

Her eyes shone, and though she didn’t say anything, the way she looked at you was enough.

“And meeting your parents?” You let out a small, breathy chuckle. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more nervous in my life. I must’ve rehearsed what to say to them a hundred times over, and yet, the second your dad looked at me, I swear I forgot every single word of Korean I had learned.”

Dahyun giggled, covering her mouth with one hand as if remembering the moment. “You were so stiff at the dinner table,” she murmured, her voice full of fondness.

“I was terrified,” you admitted, grinning. “I wanted to impress them so badly because I knew—I knew—that you were it for me. And somehow, despite my awkwardness, despite my broken sentences, they accepted me. Just like you did.”

Your smile wavered for a moment, your expression growing more serious. You exhaled, your fingers brushing over the back of her hands before squeezing gently.

“And then… there was my mom,” you murmured, voice quieter now. “When she had the heart attack, when everything just—stopped—I felt like I was losing it. I didn’t sleep, I barely ate, and I couldn’t think of anything except whether she’d make it. I was completely unraveling.” You swallowed, your throat tightening at the memory. “But you… you were there. Every second. Every late-night phone call, every time I needed someone to remind me to just breathe. You never let me go through it alone.”

A silence fell between you two. The waves crashed below, the city lights flickered in the distance, and the wind curled around you and her, but all you could focus on was her—the way her lips trembled slightly, the way she blinked a few times as if holding something back.

“And even now,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion, “on this trip where everything seems to be going wrong, you’re still here. Still making sure I don’t lose it. Still reminding me that even when things don’t go as planned, it doesn’t matter—because as long as I have you, nothing else matters.”

And then, before she could say anything, before you could even second-guess yourself, you let go of one of her hands and slowly, slowly lowered yourself down onto one knee.

Dahyun’s breath hitched.

Her eyes widened, lips parting in shock, and for a moment, she was completely still—staring down at you as the realization set in. The golden sunset framed her like something out of a dream, her dark hair swaying in the breeze, her skin illuminated in the soft, fading light. She looked utterly stunned, her fingers twitching slightly in your hold, and yet… there was something else there too. A raw, overwhelming emotion welling in her gaze, the kind that stole her breath away, leaving her unable to do anything but look at you.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you didn’t waver, not now. Not when you had spent every second of the past two years knowing—knowing—that this was where you were always meant to be.

You took a steady breath, your fingers tightening around hers as you gazed up at her—this woman who had changed your life in ways you never would have imagined. Your heart pounded so hard you were sure she could hear it, but there was no hesitation, no doubt, only the certainty that had been growing inside you from the very first moment you met.

And so, with all the love you had for her, you finally spoke the words that had been waiting in your heart.

“김다현, 네가 처음 날 놀라게 했을 때부터, 지금 이 순간까지, 그리고 영원히… 난 너를 사랑해.” (Kim Dahyun, from the moment you first surprised me, to this very moment, and forever… I love you.)

Her breath hitched, her hand trembling slightly in yours.

“너랑 함께한 모든 순간이 소중했고, 앞으로도 함께하고 싶어.” (Every moment with you has been precious, and I want to spend every moment from now on with you.)

Her lips parted, eyes wide, glistening with unshed tears.

“그러니까… 나랑 결혼해 줄래?” (So… will you marry me?)

The words hung in the air between you two, soft and unshaken, carried by the ocean breeze and the fading golden light.

For a second—just a second—everything seemed to stop. The waves below, the distant hum of the city, even the wind curling around the both of you. It was just you and Dahyun. Just her.

And then, she let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh, her free hand flying to cover her mouth as her eyes brimmed over.

“바보야…” she whispered, voice breaking as she laughed again, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from spilling. “이건 반칙이잖아…” (“You idiot…” — “This is cheating…”)

But then, without another word, she nodded—frantically, fervently—before dropping down to your level and throwing her arms around you, burying herself in your embrace as the tears finally fell.

“Yes,” she breathed against your shoulder, her voice muffled but full of emotion. “Of course, yes.”

And just like that, the world started moving again, but nothing else mattered. Because she had said yes.

⤷ ⤶

The next morning, the air is crisp as you stand at the hotel reception desk, finalizing the checkout process. The receptionist clicks away at the keyboard, printing the final receipt, while you absentmindedly tap your fingers against the counter. Just a few feet away, near the entrance, Dahyun is engrossed in a FaceTime call with two very familiar voices—Nayeon and Jeongyeon, her closest friends from college.

“You better have been taking care of Dahyun this whole time,” Jeongyeon teases the moment she notices you in the background.

You hold up your hands in surrender, feigning innocence. “Swear on my life, I’ve been nothing but good to her.”

Dahyun chuckles at your response before turning her attention back to her friends. “Honestly? He’s been amazing. I don’t know how I would’ve handled this trip without him.”

Nayeon narrows her eyes playfully. “That’s sweet and all, but I feel like there’s something else you’re not telling us…”

Dahyun bites her lip, a subtle but unmistakable sign that she’s holding back something big. “Well… there is something I want to tell you both.” She leans in slightly, lowering her voice. “But you have to keep it a secret from the other girls. At least for now.”

Nayeon gasps dramatically, immediately jumping to conclusions. “Oh my god. You’re pregnant, aren’t you?!”

Jeongyeon bursts into laughter, instantly jumping on the joke. “No way. Does this mean I’m finally going to be an auntie?”

Dahyun’s face turns a deep shade of pink as she waves a hand at them. “Yah! Cut it out! It’s not that!”

You chuckle, shaking your head before gently placing a reassuring hand on her back. “It’s okay,” you murmur.

She exhales, glancing up at you before finally lifting her left hand to the camera. The engagement ring glistens in the morning light—an oval-cut diamond, set on a thin band of white gold encrusted with smaller diamonds. It’s delicate, timeless, and perfectly suited to her.

For a moment, Nayeon and Jeongyeon are completely silent, their eyes wide as they take in the sight. Then, in perfect unison, they scream.

“뭐라고?!” (WHAT?!)

“너… 너 지금 약혼했다고?!?!” Nayeon practically shrieks, shaking her phone. “이게 어떻게 된 거야?! 언제 일어난 일이야?! 나 당장 자세한 설명이 필요해!” (“You… You’re engaged?!” — “HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN? I NEED DETAILS RIGHT NOW!”)

Jeongyeon, still in shock, dramatically clutches her chest. “다현아… 나 오늘 이 소식 들을 준비가 안 됐어…” (“Dahyun-ah… I wasn’t ready to hear this today…”) then, as if snapping out of it, she points at you through the screen. “You! You better treat her like a queen for the rest of your life, got it?”

You grin. “That was always the plan.”

Meanwhile, Dahyun can’t stop laughing at their over-the-top reactions. “I just told you guys to keep it a secret, and you’re already screaming loud enough for the whole city to hear.”

Nayeon waves a hand dismissively. “Please, this is major news. We have a right to scream!”

Jeongyeon wipes away fake tears. “Our 두부 is getting married… I can’t believe this.”

You glance at Dahyun, watching as she giggles, her eyes shining with happiness. Even with all the teasing, you know this moment means the world to her. And to you.

⤷ ⤶

As they drove down the open highway, the hum of the engine and the faint sound of music playing from the stereo filled the space between them. The trip had been anything but smooth—starting from the last-minute hotel booking fiasco to the long hours spent navigating through LA traffic. And, of course, who could forget the damn popped tire? But despite everything, here they were, still on the road, together.

Dahyun sat in the passenger seat, her legs tucked up slightly as she absentmindedly played with the engagement ring on her finger. The way her thumb kept running over the band didn’t go unnoticed by you. Every now and then, she’d glance down at it, a soft smile tugging at her lips, like she was still trying to process everything.

“You keep staring at it,” you teased, throwing her a sideways glance.

Dahyun huffed playfully, but she didn’t stop. “Can you blame me? It still doesn’t feel real.” She turned her hand slightly, watching the way the ring caught the light. “I mean… I knew I wanted to be with you, but you really had to propose on a literal cliff, huh?”

You chuckled, keeping your eyes on the road. “You deserved something beautiful.”

She looked at you for a long moment before reaching over, gently lacing her fingers with yours. “You know,” she started, “this trip was kind of a mess.”

You snorted. “Kind of?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Okay, a lot of a mess. But… it’s also probably my favorite trip ever.”

“Even with the tire popping?”

“Even with the tire popping,” she confirmed, giving your hand a squeeze. “Because no matter what went wrong, you were always there, making sure we were okay. And now…” She glanced at the ring again, her expression softening. “Now I get to spend the rest of my life going on road trips with you.”

You felt your heart swell at her words.

This road trip hadn’t just been about driving from one city to another. It had been about Dahyun and yourself—about everything you two had been through, everything both of you had overcome. The detours, the breakdowns, the unexpected stops… They were all part of the journey.

And just like this trip, life with Dahyun wasn’t going to be perfect. There would be bumps along the way, moments of frustration, plans going completely off-course, but as long as you two were together, you knew you’d would always find their way.

Because at the end of the day, this wasn’t just any trip.

This was your road trip. Yours and Dahyun’s. And it was only just beginning.

⤷ FIN ⤶

And the first story is finished! Oh my gosh, I can’t believe after two years of this story being in the drafts, I finally found the motivation to finish it and release it to the public. I always wanted to take this story and publish it online, but these couple of years have been a rollercoaster of emotions and situations happening.

However, after starting this blog and wanting to start writing again, I just… I just really needed to finish this. I hope you guys enjoyed it and there’s going to be more that will be released in the near future, especially since all of the stories that are under W.I.P have been in my drafts for these past few years now.

Anywho, that’ll be it for me, if you guys want any stories with any of your favorite female idols, let me know! For now, I’ll see you guys in the next story, bye bye!

[running-with-kn1ves]

omg aaaa pls do write yan!gangster coming home wasted and chill, im so obsessed with his skrunkly self!!! i think he has such an interesting dynamic with reader, how would he feel if she were quiet in bed and when he asked her why she said its bc she wasnt sure if she were allowed to make noise 🥺

friend don't TEMPT ME I need him lovey dovey wobbly near crying pink tint on his cheeks shirt half unbuttoned blabbering about how much he needs reader and would-- in explicit detail --describe how he would end himself and everyone he knew if he for some reason lost them. He'd fo sure be unhinged if they had managed to get out.

For reader in your scenario,, I think he'd be able to see it on their face. lips pursed in a tight shut with their face scrunched-- he'd think maybe he's hurting them, only to find out they're struggling to stay quiet. If anything, he'll be slightly hurt, knowing they're so cautious in every little thing they do to not set him off, and on the other, he'll feel a little proud for making it so hard for them.

"I don't care if you scream, I wanna hear every little noise out of that sweet mouth."

"Don't get bashful on me now; do I gotta work harder for you to say my name? Let me show you just how competitive I can be."

[clover0feild]

A man or a monster?

Bertholdt Hoover X Male Reader

Warnings: very little- AND I MEAN VERYYYY LITTLEE- suggestive theme which will be explained later, I promise. Some cus words, nothing too bad tho:]

Part.1.

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Normally when people fall in love the only thing they truly worry about is losing that person, normally through death or unforeseen titan attacks- never that the person they love is the titan…. Unfortunately that’s what’s Reader was dealing with. He and Bertholdt had gotten close during their cadet years, and it only grew from there.

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During their cadet trading years they had originally started talking during one of the many sparing sessions they would all go through, after Annie had beaten the crab out of Reiner and Eren.

“They were stupid to try and fight her, especially thinking they would win” Reader had said to the guy next to him, which just so happened to be Bertholdt.

Bertholdt had been sorta shocked that this random cadet was talking to him, yet it wasn’t unwelcomed. “Reiner isn’t the smartest….” Bert had said back, yet using a much quieter voice than Reader.

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This had been the first of many words between the two men, yet this conversation would be one of the shortest. It was around their second year of training that things between their platonic relationship had turned not so platonic.

It had been a freezing night and with no heat and a very thin blanket and a hard stone like mattress, it sucked even worse than normal. Reader had a bottom bunk, which he couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad think right now. As he laid there freezing his ass off and curled closer to the wall than a painting, a felt a small dip in the bed right behind him. Reader swiftly turned his head behind him, and right there frozen in his track he saw Bert climbing into his bed.

“Bert… are you climbing into my bed?” Reader had whispered to him, a confused expression quickly covering his tired face.

“It’s cold” Bert said quickly while he still stood there frozen, and he could feel his face beginning to heat up. He didn’t know what compelled him to get up from his bunk and try to climb into bed with Reader- sure it was cold, but that didn’t give him the right to climb into bed with one of his closest friends. Sure his friend was very attractive, and maybe he thought about them in a more romantic sense than a platonic one, and maybe just maybe he would try and take a small little peak where they were in a the community showers….. But that still gave him no right!!

“True….” Reader had said while yawing, which caused small tears to prick the corners of his eyes. Quickly Reader lifted up the blanket enough for Bert to climb in, and he gave an inpatients look while waiting in Bert. “Hurry up- you’re letting all the warm air out….” Reader whined slightly.

“R-right” Bert said while quickly climbing under the covers with Reader. Due to the small bed size Bert and Reader were rather squished, but they were far warmer than before. Without any warning for poor old Bert, Reader had quickly began to snuggle closer to Bert and soon ended up lying right up on him.

“Your so fucking warm dude, can’t because you was- *YAWN* -keeping all this to yourself…” Reader said while resting his head against Bert’s chest. His eyes had been closed for a few moments now, and just about every inch of his body was now touching Bert someway or somehow. They stayed that way for the rest of the night, the only thing that changed was Bert relaxing and snuggling back, and Bert’s sleeping position every now and then.

PART.1. ENDED

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