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[byuntrash101]

realistic sex with seonghwa

seonghwa x f!reader fluff | smut | mdni a/n: welcome to this series. where i'll try to imagine how each member would actually fuck, as ✨realistically✨ as possible. u voted for our shinestar to be the first one but tell me in the comments/asks who u want to see next. enjoy ♡ disclaimer: i say realistic but lets be honest this is pure delulu behaviour and total fiction. everything is solely based on the vibes the boys give off.

in the relationship he's very loving and attentive. seonghwa is a romantic at heart. he loves big gestures. like expensive gifts and fancy dinner dates. he's a passionate man

(an aries ♈)

although he's not into pda (doesn't dread it as much as hongjoong though who he utterly despise it). he likes to hold you and kiss you but he would rather do it privately

but oh boy when he gets you alone. you will drown in the love. you will suffer the wrath of his aggressive hugs and kisses

he will literally kiss your cheeks so hard that it will scrunch up your face or hold you so thigh that you can't breathe. for him there's no other way of showing his love for him. it's ardent and burning.

(did I say an aries?)

talking of getting you alone *wink wonk*

a ✨neat boi✨

he will always prepare a towel to you clean up before you even truly starts

I feel like you guys are kissing and things get a little heated he would straight up ask if you tryna fuck 

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as soon as you say yes he hops off the bed/couch and goes to get the kit™ which includes towels, lube and toys

he might be prepared to clean up afterwards but thats only because he fully intends on getting n-a-s-t-y with you. before he cleans this man is going to make a mess

seonghwa is freaky (member of freak line with woo mingi and joong even if I think he's the less freaky out of the four). he plays coy but i feel like the demon takes possession of him when he’s on stage or in bed. 

he lives for the applause that's why he gives me the vibe of a service top. he usually doms but he will occasionally sub if his partner is into it.

if he subs that would mean he truly trusts his partner and he's ready to give up control. which I feel is something that is difficult for him to do

he will like to be on the bottom and seeing you ride him. 

he's more into praises than degradation but I feel like he would enjoy a healthy blend of both

"my good fuck toy", "you're being so good to me", "what a good little slut"

nothing too mean. he will surely enjoy being bossed around. (cfr that fancall where he literally folds because op tells him not to make her wait). he will enjoy when you give directions. command him to get in his knees for you, or tell him to open his mouth

but wether he subs or doms he will always enjoy some biting. he loves loves loves when you're close to him and you sink your teeth in the crook of his slender neck. he enjoys the slight pain

but most of the times he will top/dom. that's his comfort zone and it shows.

like I said earlier that man lives for your approval and your recognition so he will do anything to satisfy you.

and he will take 👏 his 👏 sweet 👏 time.

quickies aren't for him. he's a perfectionist. when he does something he does it 100%. he gives his all or he doesn't see the point in even starting… he'd rather wait until you have more time.

seonghwa loves and I means loves to give oral. he's oral giver line with mingi.  

he's ready to spend hours on knees head buried in your pussy ignoring his sore jaw and painfully hard cock just to make sure that when he stops your legs and trembling and you've soaked the bed all the way to the matress.

and the worst (best) part is that he's far from done

it's only the beginning of the fun

there's no point in changing the rhythm so once again when he finally slides into you he takes his time. he will coat himself with your juices grazing his tip along your folds and extra sensitive clit before pushing it in very slowly.

all the while being very quiet. barely exhaling a small sigh of pleasure because one big thing about hwa… he loves sounds. he has a huge auralism kink. so he will stay quiet just to get even hornier on the way you sound.

he wants to heart it all in great detail. (the perfectionism kicks in once more)

he wants to hear your pussy gushing out more nectar for him as he slowly fills you up

he wants to hear how you hold your breath while he gives that first slow stroke that you've been begging him for what feels like hours.

then sighs in pleasure as he reaches the bottom of you.

there he will bend down to kiss you.

sloppy kisses. very sloppy. with lots of tongue. he wants to share your taste (and realust of his hard work) with you

that's why I think hwa's favourite position is missionary. he can hear better and he can kiss you while fucks you.

he loves to make you moan into his mouth. he wants to swallow your every sound of pleasure he wants it all.

and he won't be satisfied until he makes you cum at least twice (and i insist thats the bare minimum). because hwa is an over achiever and also a good guy and as goes the famous saying: nice guys finish last.

it's only when you're satisfied (read: exhausted and worn out to the bone) that he will finaly cum too.

he doesn't have favourite spot he likes to cum anywhere on or in you. well at least that's what he says because I feel like he loves to finish inside or all over your pussy.

he loves to see how good he ruined you and messy your cute little cunt got for him. pulsing, weeping, creaming. all swollen and red.

he loves to know he's the one that made you like this. 

hwa is possessive it's less on the nose then joong but still

also you remember when I said freaky?

he's def the type that goes down on you for sloppy seconds after he's finished. if he's feeling extra generous (sadistic) he will drag out yet an other final orgasm out of your exhausted little cunt. just to have the pleasure of hearing you whine louder and squirm under him. pining your thighs open while he tastes himself on your folds.

with hwa it's not over until it's over

and finally he will share the delicious blend of your burning love for one an other with you in a passionate kiss. this time around the passion is more controlled less carnal and more romantic. he wants to show you again how much he loves you and this kiss is the prefect way

right after of course he's running around the place to bring you water and clean you up

maybe even washing you up in the shower if you aren't too tired and you can still stand (9 times out of 10 you can't) if you are too tired then he'll simply let you sleep in his arms (and never in the wet spot. if only there's one. chances are he prepared well enough and there's none)

like I said a neat boi <33

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[lowkeyremi]

WHAT YOU NEED S. Geto x fem!reader

"And I'm gon' give you girl, what you fiend, I'm the drug in your veins, just fight through the pain, He's what you want, he's what you want, I'm what you need, what you need, what you need"

➥ In which Geto entertains you when the guy you want doesn't

content: reader is indecisive, geto kinda takes advantage of that??? slightly toxic (look at me stepping out of my fluff comfort zone) slightly suggestive, a little bit of angst

A scream crawls its way up your throat and you throw your phone across the room, no regard for the aftermath of that action. You've been casually flirting with this guy for months and every once in a while he gives you the cold shoulder, ignoring your calls and everything. You know he is because he'll read your messages and not respond.

He called you an "obsessive bitch" the last time this ordeal happened because you had managed to call him 237 times and leave him 400+ texts in the span of a week. He later apologized for calling you that and you forgave him because of your desperation to get with him.

This whole thing has happened four times, and you'll admit those weren't your brightest times. Your friends have told you to stop talking to him because this obsession isn't healthy and if you two did have a real falling out who knows what you'd do.

UnLuckily for you, your favorite distraction was driving around with Gojo and happened to be near your complex. Geto. He of all people has tried to convince you that you don't need this man, and he's proven time and time again that he's the better option (as fucked up as he is) but you won't give up on this guy until he gives you a verbal rejection.

Knock, knock, knock. You know who it is, so you don't bother to open the door. He has a key and depending on how long he's been standing there he might have heard your little tantrum.

After a minute you hear the lock click slowly, giving you a chance to run toward your bedroom and lock the door. You don't want to see him. He's so addictive and bad for you and you deserve a normal man, you suppose. The problem is you're far from normal so of course Geto is the only one who will truly understand you. He's what you need after all.

Those three soft knocks at your door make you tense up slightly as you hide under your covers with your eyes closed imagining what it would be like if you and that normal guy started to date.

"Open up princess. Seems like you're still chasing after that fucking idiot." His voice is like honey and you almost do go open the door for him and invite him into your heart like you always do.

"Go away, Geto. I don't want you here- I don't need you here." Your voice is so small and you hate it. You know for a fact he isn't convinced.

"Geto? What happened to Suguru or Sugu?" He asks softly, you can almost picture it. He's leaning against your door with a smirk on his face.

"I.... I don't. I don't-"

"You don't what? Need me? Who are you trying to fool? Open the door so I can make it all better." His voice lowers a few octaves on that last part and you jump from your bed to open the door. You're greeted by Suguru who's gazing at you lustfully, but you know behind that lust is worry and care.

"There she is, my beautiful little mess. Did you miss me?" He's been out of town for two weeks (you counted the days). Of course the first person he'd visit when coming back was you.

"No. I was doing fine without you." You lie through your teeth. He knows you're lying too. You've never been good at hiding from him.

"I missed you too. I was hoping you'd come to your senses though, and leave that poor man alone. He can't handle you, baby." Suguru holds his arms out for you and you run to them hugging him tightly.

He hears your soft sobs and he knows he's twisted for smiling but he loves it when you cry. "I want him Sugu, I want him so bad." You whine into his chest and he feels your salty tears stain his shirt.

"I know you do, baby, but he doesn't want you. I'm what you need." He reminds you and you cry into his shirt for a good couple of minutes.

When you do come to yourself again, your teary eyes meet his and he smiles at you warmly. You give him a weak smile in return and he has to admit that it made his heart swell a little bit.

"What do you want to do, sweetheart?" He's rubbing your back up and down slowly. The other hand is planted on your ass, giving it a little squeeze.

You keep eye contact with him as you fumble with his belt buckle, "Such a good girl." His look is almost predatory when he sees you drop to your knees.

(one day i'll come back and write smut for this :P)

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You're cuddled up against his bare chest. He's so warm and inviting, you hate it. Well, you only partially hate it. You hate the fact that you don't hate it enough.

"Feeling better?" He already knows the answer but he wants to hear you say it. Suguru always wants a verbal response from you.

"Mhm." That's all he's going to get out of you. You're mad that you sucked him off and fucked him. It hurts to know you'll never be in a normal relationship. You love him and you hate him all the same.

"Will you let me keep taking care of you? I want to put a label on what we have." He sounds so sincere and sweet, but you see right through him. He wants you to be his, so he doesn't have to share you with anyone. As endearing as that sounds it also sounds suffocating.

Suguru is already a very demanded presence in your life. There is fear planted in your brain and you wonder what will happen if you come to like that with time. More than you already do.

"You want to be my boyfriend?" Buying time was crucial, you still needed a minute or two to process this. It's not the first time he's asked you this question. Any other time you would have replied without effort but now you wonder what it would be like to have him in your life as a romantic partner.

"Precisely."

He's watching you like a hawk. The way you bite your lip in thought, the way you don't meet his gaze, the way you shift in his arms, he notices it all.

"Okay, be my boyfriend. Give me what that other guy couldn't." A pleased smile makes its way to his face as he hugs you close.

"Best decision you've ever made." He smirks and you look away. Instead of hate you feel butterflies.

He's yours. You're his. This might be the start of something new and beautiful. But who truly knows?

I wrote this for a little challenge hosted by @halosdiary where you write abt jjk men but base it off a song by the weeknd. I was going to do "shameless" but i read my rough draft and hated it so i switched up and decided to do "what you need"! Hope you guys enjoy this little project!!

[dawnoftime22]

i don't know.

| N.R

Warnings: long windup to a mental breakdown, loss of breathing, numbing day, vent fic, maybe some bad writing here and there? r loves waffles

Summary: When everything, such as emotions, ends up building away a little too much, the days start to blur together until you soon break. But Nat was there every part of the way.

Word Count: 3k

Category: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort(?)

A/N: hi my darlings :] its a new year and I just wanted to say I love you all and I am so so proud of you for just being here. you are not alone in whatever you're facing. things are hard sometimes and this was hard to write but you make me smile when I see you in my notifs <3 hugs to all of you, you're doing amazing

I hope this fic brings you comfort as it did for me

| Started on 12/11/2023, 7:29 AM |

| Finished on 08/01/2024, 2:05 PM |

Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

"my love. listen to me. breathe, let go, and focus on you and your surroundings. you're safe."

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It was yet another day. Another tiring day. You haven't gone through it yet, but you sure didn't get much rest even though you've slept.

You sigh, and turn your back on the bed. Nat was sleeping beside you, but you were too caught up in zoning out to move closer to her. And you didn't want to wake her yet.

Nothing has even happened today and still, you can't bare to think about anything. Perhaps all your emotions are catching up, and at that thought, you turn your face into the pillow.

Another few minutes pass by with you staring at the ceiling, turning until your leg and arm was dangling off the side of the bed, or face down on your pillow. It didn't take long for your temptation to shuffle closer to Nat to take over though.

You slowly put your arms around her and snuggle closer to her, taking comfort in the warmth of her body. With her being a light sleeper though, she starts to stir awake. Her eyes open and her arms move to hold yours.

"Morning, любовь (love)." She whispered, her voice raspy, but her words filling the room and your heart with warmth with even the smallest way. Maybe this day won't be so bad...Maybe this day won't be so bad.

She turns in your embrace and looks at you with gentle half-lidded eyes, her nose brushing against yours ever so slightly with the fact that you were face-to-face. She could see it in your eyes already, something was off. She moves herself up to leave the softest kiss on your forehead. You could've broken there already, but you didn't. You didn't.

You rest your head against her chest, a small pout making its way to your face. She runs her hand through your hair and holds you for a few more minutes, the both of your breathing being able to be heard as if on whispering volume, but it was there, and gentle.

Soon she pulls away, dragging herself up to a more sitting position, leaving you beside her stomach level. You assume she was about to get up to do her morning routine, and you were about to prepare to pull her back to bed.

"What do you want for breakfast?" She asks, and the question almost made you confused, because you were expecting she would go for her morning run, but it seems, she wants to do something else.

With the simple question, you manage to make up an answer. Although it did take you a few minutes, with your jumbled up mind.

"Waffles." She smiles, having heard that answer several times. Nat gently nudges you to move you to the pillow instead, and goes to get up from the bed.

"Wait," you say suddenly, capturing her arm before it could be out of your reach. She turns back to you, a gentle and curious look upon her face.

"Are you staying?" You ask, your voice being nothing more than a whisper. But the little shakiness it holds doesn't pass by her ears.

"Of course I am." It was a rather simple answer. But the touch of her hand against yours and her eyes meeting yours was more than enough of a promise.

She gives you a small smile before going into the bathroom with her towel, the shower soon being an occuring noise coming from the bathroom.

Your eyes glide over to the window, the view being buildings and the sky filled with fluffy clouds. Your mind strayed. The running water was the only other thing you could focus on.

When Nat came out, she was wrapped into a towel. You pull the covers closer to yourself and curl up under them, feeling colder from just the gusts of wind the ceiling fan is making. Were you only sick and gathering a fever? No. No, that wasn't it.

You turn to look back at Nat, and she was fully clothed already. You watch her walk towards the bed, reaching out her arm to put the back of her hand against your forehead. It wasn't warm. She must know something is up already.

"Shower, okay? Or, you won't get any waffles." She says, her fingers moving a stray hair out of your face, but looking at you with raised eyebrows.

"Is that a threat?" You finally give her the smallest raise on the corners of your lips, and it took everything in her not to cheer.

"Yes, it is!" She said jokingly, her voice further away now that she went out the door, but the volume made it so that the words reached your ears. You shake your head, the sound of her voice being the most adorable thing to you.

You lay your back against the bed once more, staring up at the moving ceiling fan. Today is going to be a long day.

Some movement could be seen in the corner of your eye, and you almost thought Nat was back already, but then when you look, you only see a black furry animal coming to visit you.

Liho jumps up on the bed, and stares at you with her yellow eyes. The cat walks closer, and you go to pet it, the soft fur precious against your gentle hands.

It's cold nose touches you, and at it, you smile. You had forgotten cats had cold noses. Liho steps back a bit, and you tilt your head, wondering about her next move.

She leaped to the other side of the bed, going above your legs to reach to where Nat usually lays, and meows at you.

With your head and eyes following her movement, it soon went up to where the bathroom is. You blink at it for a second or two, making up decisions in your head.

Soon enough, you willed yourself out of bed by slowly going to a sitting position, to letting your legs dangle at the side of the bed, and finally, with hesitancy, getting up.

You were about to go search the closet for an outfit to wear, but then you see at the edge of the bed, a folded hoodie and your favorite sweatpants prepared already, by perhaps, Nat.

Your heart warmed at the caring gesture she did. With the more courage, you make your way to the bathroom to take a warm shower, hoping that the day will only get better.

When you got back out, the fluffy towel kept you feeling cozy, and you got your clothes on. By the time you look to the door and walk to the kitchen, Nat was sitting at the kitchen island, ready with two plates of waffles.

She glances up and sees you, a soft smile present on her face. What got you so lucky to have someone like her? You sit down in front of her, and enjoy the waffles she prepared, the soft texture of your hoodie giving as much comfort as the warmth of the waffle soon going in your mouth.

The rest of the day then consisted of you being unable to focus on anything. You couldn't read, and you couldn't do your hobbies without straying off to doing something else such as staring off into space or just laying on the couch or bed doing nothing.

You yawn, for the tenth time the past hour. But you weren't sleepy. Gosh, you were tired though. Nat was beside you on the couch, working on something on her laptop while you scrolled endlessly on your phone.

Her eyes go over to you, before flickering back to her laptop, her hands then moving to turn it off and close it. She turns her head to you, and the attention you feel from the side has you looking away from your phone and instead, at her.

"Do you wanna sit down outside? The sun's going down." She tilts her head towards the door, then goes to glance at the window in the living room, it having a view of the sky slowly changing color.

Your eyes had a certain shine on them when they laid upon the window, the colors and the way the sunlight does a shape of the window somewhere on the floor finally captured an attention of your auto-pilot mind. You nod at Nat's question, a quiet "Yeah," making out of you.

"Look," you say, just as Nat was about to get up from the couch. She looks down and was just as entranced as you were at the scenery in front of her.

"You should take a photo." She encourages you with a small smile and stands up. You take out your phone and find a perfect angle to grab a picture. Also making sure the exposure is on the perfect level.

"I'll make us hot chocolate, yeah? You can go out first so you don't miss the first few minutes." Nat says, going to the kitchen. Liho enters the scene, and lays down on the carpet just next to where it seeped in the sun, and you just had to take another picture.

After you were satisfied, you push yourself up with your hands and make your way to the door, slowly opening it and going out, leaving it open just a crack so Nat could come outside easier.

A golden sunset spreads throughout the place. The sun paints the sky a lovely shade of orange mixed with light blue, and a tinge of pink. You admire how smooth the gradient is.

The wooden texture of the floor makes itself known on your hands as you shuffled to rest your back against the wall of the house, but you slide your hands into your pockets comfortably.

The door opens, and Nat comes outside with two fresh mugs of hot chocolate. One being coffee though, for herself. She was quick. In your peripheral vision, you could see her sitting next to you on the porch, and hand you one mug.

You turn your head to look at her, and you reach up with one of your hands that held you up to grab the hot chocolate. The warmth made itself comfortable in your hands as you clasped it lightly to not burn yourself, but making sure your grip wasn't too loose.

You take a deep breath in, and let it out as a long sigh, not meaning to do it so audibly. Natasha takes notice of this, and her eyes drift from the view of the sunset, over to you, seeing just how lost in your head you were.

"Are you okay детка (baby)?" She starts gently with a simple question. She knows today was one of those days.

"I don't know," you say. It was honest. You don't know what you've felt for a while, but it was certainly gnawing at you for something. Some kind of release. You just didn't have time or energy to in the past few days.

"You've been off the entire day." She adds, her voice laced with concern, but no judgement. She put her mug to the side after another sip, her focus all on you while you tried to keep yours on the sunset.

"I just wanna stay home right now," you whisper. It's not that she was about to ask you if you wanted to go out, but rather, just the fact that you felt comfortable and safe at the moment. This is home. She's your home.

Nat's eyes roam your face, searching for all the thoughts you're thinking. But she couldn't really read your face. Perhaps because, you didn't know what you were feeling either. Sad? Mad? Stressed? Anxious? So many feelings available to name, but all you felt was a sense of heaviness.

"...I feel like falling apart anytime." that was the only other thing you could say. Your voice quiet, so quiet she could only hear it because she was right beside you.

It clicks in for Nat, and she understands fully. She's done it herself, countless times. And you were there nearly every single time. Feelings being kept and slowly overflowing, until everything in the past few months catch up.

You tried everything within you not to. You tried. But it's not possible with how much you've already tried avoiding your emotions. The birds chirped and flew off home while the sun sank down.

Nat hears a small sniffle and a quiet but sharp intake of a breath coming from you, until another slightly louder sniffle comes out, and you turn your head to face her. She sees your eyes glistening with tears, and she takes in her own breath to not cry herself. To see you in such a state left a crack in her heart.

Her arms instinctively goes to pull you closer and hold you, and that was when you broke. You hid in her neck and sobbed in her embrace, your tears staining her shirt.

It was unusual, but not the first time you've broken down like this. Nat was still getting used to saying assuring words, but she thinks about all the things you've said to her before, and tries her best to use it in her own ways.

She gently runs her fingers through your hair, holding you safely. She could feel your body shaking, and your chest going up in hiccups from your breathing between your sobs.

"Oh, солнышко (sunshine)." She whispers softly, so softly. The sounds of your cries made her frown. She knows you can hold too many things in sometimes, but this was...heartbreaking.

Your fingers were gripping her shirt, afraid that perhaps, she'd disappear. But you can hear her heart beating, being so near to her chest while you were at her neck.

When she hears you taking too many, far too many breaths, she knows she has to step in. She leans back a little to see you, and you look up at her with your tear filled eyes.

"Look at me...follow my breathing, alright? I don't want you to lose it." She says, her head moving with her movement, but her voice was gentle, yet firm enough for you to keep a focus on her.

She takes a deep breath in from her nose and lets it out from her mouth, encouraging you follow. You eventually manage to do it, after a bunch of hiccups, and slowly regain your normal breathing. Nat nods slightly, her hands moving up to move your hair back, showing more of your face and hoping it makes breathing easier for you, giving you space.

"Take your time, дорогой (darling)." Her eyes move back to yours, the green in her pupils holding the look of a forest. A peaceful one.

"There you go." She quietly said, leaning in to rest her forehead against yours, the touch comforting you. She gives you a small reassuring smile before going up and laying a kiss on your forehead.

"You'll be okay." Your teeth catches your lip as you look at her, and she can tell there were thoughts racing in your head. She runs her thumb lightly on your lips, making you let go of it.

Once again, a black furry cat enters your vision, and it goes in between you and Nat, making the both of you look down for a moment.

You, with your cheeks stained with your tears, Liho walks up to you and rubs her head and body against yours, the gesture making your heart melt.

A teary laugh comes from you, and you reach out to touch it, the soft fur going against your hand. Liho, too, was concerned it seems, from how long you've been sitting outside, but also moves to go to Nat, checking on her too.

The redhead picks the cat up, petting it for a few seconds before setting it aside. Liho sits down, watching the two of you before her attention went to the streetlights turning on. You two stare at her for a bit until your eyes meet each other once more.

She shuffles closer to you once again and you rest your head against her shoulder, the heaviness in your own shoulders and heart having faded away in the mental breakdown. You felt steadier again, just a little more.

"I love you, okay?" She whispered, her eyes on the wooden floor the porch held, but her focus being all on you.

"I love you, too. So much." You couldn't be more grateful for her. She would always be there for you, whether it be through the hard times or the light and happier times.

Liho turns back to you two and goes to lay down between your bodies. The cat always managed to find a way to come in the right times, too.

With every small step you've taken before, you knew you've come this far not to just stop. Even when it's hard. But even so, you shouldn't always hold yourself too strong. Emotions are complicated. That's just how it is, but letting go could always be a relief.

Here you were in the moment, breathing and living with your heart beating lively in your chest. The gentle touch of Nat's fingers brings you back to reality.

Everything was going to be okay.

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massages | lh44

this was meant to be fluffier but it ended more toward the suggestive end of things... ANYWAY he's such a lover boy and secretly soft no one can tell me otherwise

summary: lewis is sore after a long day of testing, and you've got just the remedy. (1.6k words)

warnings: suggestive themes, not full smut but close, fluff, massages, mention of the W13

“Are you done yet?” Lewis whines from the couch of the hotel suite.

I laugh as he does, shutting my laptop on the desk near the foot of the bed, “I’m almost done working, Lewis. I promise.”

“You said that an hour ago,” he calls, and I laugh again, sliding the device away from me and padding toward the living room. He hears my footsteps across the hardwood floor and turns his head to the door frame with a smile. 

“Happy?” I ask, hands on my hips.

He nods, “Incredibly.” 

His arms reach out toward me, pulling me toward the couch as I collapse on top of him in a fit of laughter. Lewis groans when I land on top of him, squeezing my sides as laughter falls from his lips. I slip into the spot against his chest as his back presses into the couch cushions. 

“So, now that I’m all yours,” I grin, feeling his arms tighten around my waist. “Tell me how testing went today.”

He sighs quietly, pulling me tighter into him as my hands rest over his, “It was promising. Much better at this point in testing compared to last year…”

I zone out as he speaks, relishing in the rasp in his voice and lilt to his accent. He continues to talk about testing, filling me in on details of the car or the tyres or the engineers. Moments from the team debrief and Angela’s treatments before testing started. His chest vibrates against my back, and his thick arms wrap around me tighter as tattoos come into view with his oversized tee. 

“There was still some bouncing, though. My back hurts like crazy.”

My ears catch this, and I giggle as a thought takes root in my brain. He pokes my side with one of his skillfully tattooed fingers, “What’s so funny?”

“I was thinking, you’re reaching grandpa status,” my laughter is still rattling my chest as the words leave my lips, and Lewis breaks out in laughter at the comment.

“I’m only four years older than you, darling,” he chides, but laughter is still bubbling in his chest. 

We settle into a comfortable silence as he hits play on a movie we’ve been wanting to watch together, and the television is the main source of light in the dark hotel room. Distant lights twinkle from the city, and if I squint hard enough, I can see the track where Lewis had spent the last three days. My fingers begin sinking into the skin on his hands and forearms, slowly working the tension from his arms as we watch the movie. I’m not sure how long my fingers continue their deft circles, but he speaks quietly with a rasp to his voice.

“That feels so good,” he hums.

“Good,” I answer gently, fingers taking a break from circles to drag lines up and down his arms. “Is your back still tight?”

“A bit, yeah,” he answers, sighing again as my fingers sink into his forearms. “Angela is coming over tomorrow to work on it.”

“Here,” I say suddenly, sitting up from my position on the couch. “Roll on to your stomach.”

“What are you doing?” he grins, eyes dark as he looks up at me. 

“I’m not a physio, but I’m giving you a massage. You’ll be miserable trying to sleep tonight if not,” I answer as if my intentions were obvious. 

“Who said we’re sleeping?” he grins, and I gasp as I hit his chest. “Fine, fine. I’ll roll over.”

“Before you do that,” I grin, blush lighting up my cheeks. “Shirt off. Sorry.”

He laughs, “You sure this isn’t some ploy to get me into bed?”

“Not yet, babe,” I grin, eyes glued to his chest tattoo as he balls his t-shirt up for a makeshift pillow. 

The compass tattoo is one of my favorites, and the pendant of his chain just reaches the northern point. The gold compliments his skin, and my eyes are glued to him as he rolls over onto his stomach and tucks his t-shirt beneath his chin. The tattoos spreading across his back and shoulders ripple over his taut muscles, and his skin reflects the blue light coming from the television. I quickly head to the bedroom to grab a body oil before returning back to the living room. He looks stunning spread out on the couch, and for a fleeting moment, I just stare before approaching him. My fingers reach for the hair tie holding his braids, and I gently release his braids with a gentle shake. He sighs as my fingers rub his scalp.

“That alright?” I ask, still sitting on the edge of the couch.

He nods his head, settling into the couch with his hands tucked beneath his chin and arms bent. I settle myself just beneath the small of his back, one knee on each side of his hips, and rest some of my weight against him. 

“Too much?” I ask quietly, fingers still rubbing at his scalp.

“No, perfect,” he groans. “Not to be sexual, but you feel great on top of me.”

I’m laughing at his comment, and he laughs as I open the oil and pour some onto my hands. His torso is shaking beneath me as he mutters a comment about sounding like lube, but his laughter quickly morphs into a groan as my hands begin to glide between his shoulder blades. My fingers work in circles around the base of his neck and slope of his shoulders, and I draw firm lines between his shoulder blades. I start to work my way toward the dip in his spine, fingers tracing between tattoos and taut muscles. 

“Where did you learn to do this?” he all but groans.

I smile at his reaction before answering, “So, when I was in uni, I met this Italian guy. We dated for awhile, but that’s not important. He was a masseur, and I think that’s why I stuck around. Every time I’d be writing a paper, he’d stop me to give me a massage because of the tension in my neck. I made him teach me a few things before he left a few months later. Fifteen years later, and it looks like I’ve still got it.”

“Besides the fact that you dated,” Lewis starts, pausing to release another gasp as my fingers work through a particularly deep knot, “I need to find this man to give him a proper thank you. You’re a goddess.”

I grin, leaning down closer toward his ear, “Not the first time I’m on top of you and being called a goddess, no?”

“And definitely not the last,” he answers without missing a beat, voice suddenly raspy as my fingers continue. 

We fall back into a comfortable silence as I work the tension and soreness out of his muscles, and he remains still beneath me as he melts beneath my touch. I find myself resting more of my weight on him as we slowly morph into one mass in the darkening room. The movie is long forgotten, sending ambient light across the shadows of the modern furniture and minimal decor, and the sounds beneath us begin to mellow out besides the occasional horn of a car or shriek of a passerby. 

“Darling, when you’re ready, roll onto your back,” I whisper quietly, heart melting at his quiet mumblings and eyes cracking open. 

He takes a few moments after I climb off him, groaning as he rolls onto his back and looking up at me. He has a lazy smile set on his face, watching me as I settle back onto his hips. The tips of his ears turn pink as I straddle him, and I laugh quietly as I feel him against me.

“You’re ridiculous,” I say quietly, warming my oil between my palms. “Does everything get you going?”

“It’s you,” he shrugs gently, hands resting on my hips as he leans back into the couch. “Like I said, you’re a goddess.”

“Such a flirt,” I whisper as my hands begin to work on his biceps and chest, tracing tattoos and dark skin stretched over defined muscle. 

His eyes flutter shut beneath my ministrations, but I can tell he is awake with the subtle movement of his hips every time I lean forward toward his chest and back for more oil. His breath is sharp, and I can feel him straining against me beneath the fabric of his shorts. As my thumbs dip behind his neck toward the base his skull, he sucks in a sharp breath as his eyes fly open.

“Baby, please,” he rasps. “I don’t think I can take much more like this.”

“Too much pressure?” I ask, brows furrowed and worried I’ve hurt him.

He shakes his head vehemently, “No, it’s perfect. I’m-”

Lewis sucks in a deep breath, hands on my hips pushing me further onto him. My mouth falls open as he throbs against me, and he speaks with a strain to his voice, “I’m not going to be able to think straight with you on me, darling.”

“Then, we’ll call this session finished,” I swallow thickly, still stuck to him as his hands hold me to him and his eyes keep me pinned.

“How about you teach me, and I can return the favor?” he whispers. 

My cheeks are pink, “Jealous much of my ex-boyfriend?”

“Oh, darling, you’re going to regret ever bringing him up.”

[kaicubus]

Robbers | Rue Bennett

warnings ✩° : angst. literally so much angst, numbness, crying, saying things you don't mean, break up?, drug mentions, toxic relationship, no happy ending...unless?

pairing ✩° : rue bennett x fem!reader

premise ✩° : dating someone who doesn't want to be fixed is difficult on its own, so when you're faced with the opportunity to leave for your own good, you can’t decide.

word count ✩° : 3.7k

authors note ✩° : i actually...did not want to write this LOL bc it hurts me so much.  i’m getting back into the swing of things so forgive me if it’s a little rough. also i’m writing this as i’m listening to the song and crying so a bit of yummy raw feelings here!!

now playing : Robbers by the 1975

Rue had a face straight out a magazine. Hell, she could even be a model if she wanted to.That’s one thing you knew all too well about your girlfriend, she was perfect. In the past, you remember how you would tie back her curly hair and style it in high ponytails and buns, loving the feeling of those stringy locks pressing into your skin and wrapping around your fingers. Though the memory is well faded way now, there was not much of that Rue left at all. On the surface, Rue looked as if she were on the verge of death either from exhaustion or overdose, and past the surface it wasn't much different.  You had done everything in your power to keep your girlfriend afloat, holding her hand through life no matter how much she used you or wrung you out.

Everybody around you saw how much being in a relationship with someone who shouldn't even be in one was severely taking a toll on you, but you stood by Rue and defended her. For the longest time you've been irrevocably in love with her, but your rose colored glasses would soon come off mistake after mistake after each time Rue would find a way to neglect you and refuse your help. It was hard to swallow the fact all your calls were either declined or ignored, and that all your texts were left on delivered or opened, but you told yourself all you had to do was be patient. After all, throughout your relationship with Rue, that’s all it was : being patient. There was no winning with her, and it took you 5 years for it to click in your mind.

Well now that you've got your gun It's much harder now the police have come.

The silence is deafening. This whole time, you've been at war inside your head, one side screaming at you to leave Rue and the other trying to beg and convince yourself to stay. You didn't admit it, but you were losing the battle with your own self. Rue hadn't even noticed you zone out and had instead been dragging long, listless breaths from a joint Fezco had gave her to ‘help with her withdrawal’ which was bullshit at its finest. You knew it was just an act to think you had Rue under your radar when really she was way out of the boundaries. It infuriated you how your own girlfriend played you like a fool; it was insulting in every possible way you'd look at it. She treated you like you were stupid and oblivious to drug use and anything of the sort, however thanks to her and Fez you know everything about it.

Rue flicks her lighter open and the warm light floods the midnight air and heats up the cold air around you both. You check your phone, 12:09 pm, it’s late and you're slowly getting tired but you still have something to say before the feeling of emptiness growing larger and larger swallows you whole. You just don't know how to bring it up. Even thinking about it was similar to that of slowly prying each and every single one of your fingernails off, you didn't even want to think of it. Thing is, right now, Rue looks so peaceful. Maybe its because all of her attention is glued onto the tight joint, rolled between her fingers and getting a clean breath of smoke in. She looked perfect.

That’s when you decide to break the silence, as comforting as it was, the feeling of descending dread resting on your shoulders is too much to handle and you just have to get it off your chest.

“Rue...”  your voice catches her attention and she gives you a quick side glance as an answer. Disappointment curls your lip and you realize this conversation might not go the way you want, but then again, what option do you have? This was far more than a normal conversation and far more than you ever had to deal with.

Despite her lack of answer, you continue, “Can we talk?” Its cliche but there's no better way to bring it up.

She mumbles in response. You can tell she doesn't have a care in the world to listen to you talk, that's one of the many reasons why you feel not seen or heard.

“Please, Rue. Its important.”

She parts her lips carelessly, “Fuck, Y/n I’m listening, ok? Go on.”

You back into a defensive posture and roll your shoulders back just enough for her to see your eyes, to even get a glimpse of your guilt or your hurt. But her lax tells you all you need to know. She wasn't going to care, just like everything, she didn't care about you at all. Just like that time where you had gotten an A on a test you really studied your ass of for and she didn't show any trace of enthusiasm, or the time you got your drivers license and she barley bat an eye, or the time she ignored you all night just to pay attention to anime Ramona Flowers Jules. You couldn't even remember the last time she was genuinely happy for you or interested in what you had to say.

But if you just take off your mask, You'd find out everything's gone wrong.

“I want to break up.”

...

“What?” she asks, hardly taking you seriously, “Break up?”

Instead of dismissing her like you usually would do, you nod, “Yeah.” You cant even bring yourself to look at her. This is new territory for both of you, so each approach couldn’t be guaranteed a positive or negative reaction; like a leap of faith, you just had to seize the chance.

Your eyes flicker into hers and almost immediately your heart sinks deep past the rest of your organs harbored in your chest. Almost as if she had looked at you in slow motion, time had thickened and the look in her eyes lingered deep inside your soul with her down turned brows speaking volumes.

“What?” her voice hushes into the night sky and suddenly you see your eyes glisten in the reflection of her wide eyes.

“I…” you try and speak but your throat closes up, “I…We…Rue…”

The light of her joint dims and lights up again, casting a warm shadow on Rue’s cold finger tips.

“Have you noticed, we don’t fit like we used to?” You ask.

Rue brings her knees close to her chin and kisses the raggedy denim of her jeans, “How far back are you saying?”

“The very start.”

“Well, the very start was a while ago, I don’t even remember that far.” She pushes her lips out in thought and does everything in her power to avoid your burning gaze. All she can think about is just how fucked she knows this conversation will end up. There’s no way out.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this for a while. I don’t think there’s any good way to say it.” You let out a sigh and roll your head up to the starlit sky, “I want to break up with you.”

She stays silent and allows you to speak your mind, though you’d hope she’d interrupt and fight for her place as your girlfriend.

“These past few months have been really hard, and I don’t know what’s going on. You’re not talking to me and you’re not even answering my calls. I feel like a ghost, Rue. It’s like you don’t even care about me ever since Jules.”

That name alone made Rue shudder in disgust.

“I really wanted this to work. It’s been working so far. But, I cant even force myself to believe it’s working anymore. I feel like my whole life, I’ve been forced to look after you—like it was my identity.” you fidget your thumbs in circles, still hoping she’d interject to cut you off or something, “You’ve lied to me more times that I know, screamed bloody murder at me when I told you not to shove bottles of pills down your throat, you’ve even attempted to steal my own medication I need to get through my panic attacks to get high. But it didn’t matter because I loved you.” your eyes meet hers, “D-Did you even love me?”

She picks her head up from hiding in the safety of her kneecaps and looks at you, how your eyes are now well damp with tears sloshing over your waterline and how your lips are quivering in heartache.

“There wasn’t a moment in my life where I ever thought about not loving you, Y/n.”

“How?” you choke, “How can you say that and show me nothing to back yourself up with? What have you done for me besides make me hate myself? I thought I could help you get through your addiction but no matter what I tried, you pushed me away. Was I even good enough to be an outlet for you?”

Her legs fall back down to their original position and she uses her palms to push herself closer to you. Rue isn’t good at comforting people, she barley even knew how to comfort herself, but through the countless times you’ve done it, she wraps her arms around your shoulders and instinctively pulls you into a deep embrace.

Tears finally escape their confinement as the sudden force pushes you back just enough for them to spill out of your eyes. Just as suddenly, you find yourself crying; Sobbing, even. She doesn’t kiss you, though she wishes she could, maybe it would’ve soothed you, but hugging you is all she thinks to do.

Your choice was inevitable, the end of your relationship was bound to happen, but neither of you expected it to end the way that it does. Still. She hoped you’d give her one more time. Just one more fight.

“Why?” you mumble against her shoulder, “Why are you doing this? Why now?” grief clogs your throat and drowns your words in overwhelming dejection.

“I don’t know.” She says truthfully, “I don’t feel good about this either. I just, wanted you to stop crying.”

You sniffle and pull away, wiping your eyes, “Right. I’ve-Ive tried helping you Rue, you can’t say I haven’t.” silent tears glide down your cheeks.

“No, Y/n. You were always there, always.”

God only knows but you'll never leave her.

In an attempt to gather yourself, you rub the thin, red fabric of your sleeve across your eyes — smearing your cheap mascara you had put on haphazardly before you even came here with Rue. Clumps of black product feathers across your lashes and runs down your cheek that you hastily smear clean-ish.

“You’ve done more than anyone has.” she wipes her tears numbly, “I-I can’t even be mad at you right now because I seriously deserve this. I deserve to be punished after all the shit I put you through—I knew what I was doing and I knew you’d forgive me. But it all piled up and now, now its like--Fuck!” she sobs, “I’m sorry I’m crying, I can’t control it right now and if I could I wouldn't be because I want to have a normal conversation with you like a person but I —” she manages to choke on her own tears.

Your heart squeezes for her. All this time, Rue would only ever show her emotions to her bedroom ceiling; it was rare for you or even her sister Gia to see her most vulnerable side. But right in this very moment, seeing her shed her hard rock exterior, it baffles you that she could even be capable of such emotion. Whenever she was confronted about her behavior in her life, she reacted violently with rapid pacing and shoving, hitting and screaming. Maybe it was because of the weed, but when she looks at you with such soft eyes it reminds you of the Rue you've always known — the Rue who would never hurt you.

Anybody in a situation like yours would’ve given up, and one thing about that is true. For as long as you had struggled keeping your head afloat in the raging sea of Rue Bennett, your time had come and it was finally time to stop kicking and sink. As much as you didn’t want to, you couldn’t deny the weight of it all on your shoulders.

Her fingertips find her eye sockets and press into them as if she’s trying to dig out her tear ducts to stop them from crying and blurring her vision. “I’m sorry. ‘M sorry I’m such a bad girlfriend. I’ll try harder next time please — please let there be a next time, Y/n. I cant have this be like Jules.”

“This isn’t like Jules. Rue, what we have is NOT like what you had with her. Ok?” you gently rub her tears away and guide her hands into yours, “I love you, so fucking much. And you know how much it hurts me to see you so hurt over this…which is why I think we need this. You need this. I need this.”

Rue bites her lip and shakes her head, “No, please please please,” she sniffles, “Please, Y/n don’t leave me. I need you.”

You turn your head to the side, causing your tears to gloop to one side and slosh out, “I know you, Rue. You’re going to be fine.”

“Stay…” she says, finally able to slow down and catch her breath, “Stay, stay...”

“Rue…” you look down, “Can you promise me something?”

Rue’s tongue darts out to wet her lips and catch her tears free falling onto her cupid’s bow, “Y-Yeah?”

You stare directly at her and soften your eyes—as if they weren’t soft enough—and gently cup her cheek in the palm of your hand. The sensation was too familiar for Rue to ignore and suddenly she’s flashed back to the first time something like this happened. Back when everything was still new to the both of you. She had just finished screaming at you, and you had remained patient despite such horrible things being said, but you understood her feelings. She was like an open book to you back then. Rue had cried her eyes out and screamed her throat dry and once she was somewhat calm, you inched towards her slowly and held her face in your hands. Placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, you held her in your arms for what felt like hours and stayed still as still water after a storm. You were a tower of stability and light in the epicenter of the crashing waves of her ocean.

Now, as the tides pull in and push out, you’re faded and eroded by the salt water, but still holding on.

“Promise me you’ll keep on living.”

You give her a half crescent smile before sliding your hand off her face to the back of her head and hugging her face into your chest. Rue accepts the change and closes her eyes for a split moment.

You throat moves against her forehead as you attempt to swallow all the bubbling feelings in your chest. All you can think about is how you don’t want to leave, but you know this isn’t healthy for you or for her. The last thing you wanted to do in your relationship was be the bigger person and break up with her, but the circumstances were too much to shove aside. Not only were all your close friends telling you to break up with Rue, but you knew deep down that if she wasn’t able to change for not you but her, you couldn’t continue. There was only so much you could do, and you already drained yourself dry.

Rue hugs her arms around your waist slowly and rests her head against your stomach. She doesn’t know the next time she’ll be allowed to touch you like this again, so close and so tender. So she savors every bit of it. She revels in the silence and swims in the sounds of your heartbeat, embracing the softness of your clothes and silkiness of your skin. Rue found home whenever she hugged you. The nostalgic, sweet smell of your natural scent always soothed her no matter what but now that she knew you were going to leave her, it smelled so faint. Where did it go wrong? She couldn’t even remember a specific breaking point for you, and that’s exactly why, she realized. She’s always going to love you, she’s always going to wait. She just didn’t know if you were going to do the same thing. Even if you guys were miles apart, or right next to each other, the distance that was always between you will remain the same.

That’s when you comb your fingers through her frayed and knotted hair, brushing through the stiff parts. Something about the way you gently untangle her messy hair strikes her completely vulnerable and her shoulders fall to signal it. 

You pull away quickly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to —” you hesitate, “I mean...I...”

"I don’t know how I’m supposed to live without you,” she presses her damp lips against your arm, “I can’t think of something like that. I want to promise you that I’ll do it.”

“Hey,” you hold her face, “Hey, look at me.” the softness in your voice only makes her cry harder, “You don’t have to, not now.” Her eyes dart into yours, searching for something to get her to stop crying but she can’t. Her sobs fill the air and with each struggling breath they get louder and louder; not even when you attempt to cushion her cries with your chest does she let up.

You press your lips together and blow, hushing her and cradling her tightly in your arms.

“I just want everything to be ok. Tell me, Y/n. T-Tell me everything's going to fine.” She sobs, “Tell me you're staying, tell me you love me still, you can play with my hair again like we used to — you can even tie it up in pigtails this time and put those stupid butterfly clips in it like you always wanted.”

You shake your head softly. 

“Y/n please — tell me we’re going to be fine!”

“Rue...”

“I know I screwed up, I know that. I always screw up. But not with you.”

You pull away and take the time to wipe her tears away, clearing her red and puffy eyes of the overflowing amount of wetness clinging onto her pretty, now kind of dirty face. Her cheek hugs your palm and she closes her eyes, releasing more droplets of saltwater.

“Y/n...” She mumbles, “Fuck...I’m sorry. ‘M so sorry...”

She runs her hands through your hair and scrapes her fingertips into your scalp, pulling your body closer to hers and pressing her forehead up to your own. All you can do is bite your lip to prevent any more necessary cries from escaping your throat. You can feel the way her thumbs stroke your neck and the raggedy pattern of her breathing declines into a steady pace as it fans across your skin.

Each little touch made her head reel back and forth, and a part of her hated you for it. She hated how much she felt around you and how much she was able to feel like her actions as well as her words meant something; it meant that everything she had been working towards numbing her pain was all for nothing. She didn't enjoy it one bit. Especially now that you were choosing to leave her? How could she ever cope and recover? There’s no way.

Or maybe there was?

With her eyes quickly flickering into yours, you're almost shocked at the sudden tense and direct eye contact. Even though Rue had been avoiding your stare in fear she’d break more than she already is, it seemed like now she was peering directly into your soul and trying to reach within the depths of Y/n.

Rue knew what she had to do. So she spoke,

“What if I went back?”

You blink, “Back? Back where?” Even though the answer seemed obvious, you didn't even for once think shed ever reconsider going back,

“To rehab. Therapy. Everything. For you.”

“For me? W-Why for me? Rue if you're going back to rehab it NEEDS to be for you —”

Rue brushes a section of her hair back and rubs her palms against her face, wiping her face fully dry now, “I like who I am with you, Y/n. You're probably the only person in this world who makes me feel like I have a chance no matter how hard or how much I screw up,” her voice closes in once she realizes how serious she needs to be, “So I’m going to take a chance that will grant me more chances.”

“Rue,” you say, not even sure what’s going to happen next. Luckily, she cuts you off before you could even get the chance to speak again.

“I know this is going to take time, I know we weren't perfect. I know that. But, when I get out of rehab again things will be.”

You feel your heart race in thick surges of hope. Maybe you didn't know things were going to ever change from how they were before. Maybe you weren't sure if anything would come of her words that could very much be empty promises in the moment. Maybe your trust had been severely damaged by all the lies and deceptions over the years. But that all didn't matter right now. Because right now, there was hope for something you've longed to see for all your life : A Rue who’s happy. 

Could this give her happiness? Knowing that you'll be there waiting for her with the same warm arms you've always given her? Would that even be enough for her? Your thoughts ran rampant as you stare into her cavernous yet gleaming eyes. 

“Promise.” Rue swallows, holding up her pinkie finger.

Without thinking, you hold up your pinkie as well.

“I promise,” she sniffles between her words, “I promise you, I’m going to get better for you and keep on living.”

[ccycloneblogging]

I keep forgetting to ask my questions now is the present I guess-

Well 1, love your work! This AU is so cute and full of potential trauma it makes my mind flow with ideas... one of them being REALLY trauma heavy that has me in a vice grip rn...

So anyways- your post where you showed how in your AU catnap removed dogdays legs... were the murders of the hour in the same way? Because I just- Imagining Catnap dropping an anvil on some poor soul and them getting crushed slowly after the initial impact while catnap watches in apathy- has not left my mind. It's just Saw death traps at that point.

And about the whole "Going back to the cartoon" thing catnap wanted... would that not be suicide? A fully fledged, free thinking being going back to being with a world bound by a script and it's existence only continues if it's makers wish for it seem like killing yourself with extra steps. Again- this Au has so much Trauma potential I just HMMMMMMMMMMM-

And Oc's... well who do you want to hear about? I got a few lying around... well only 2 poppy playtime ones at the moment (and like one is kinda hard coded for another AU)... not to mention all the ones I have not drawn up yet that lie within my mind.

I would not mind another reason for William posting- but I'll let you choose!

Thanks, man! :D

You have no idea how much I've had to edit the scripts and drawings I make for the blog, because I go too dark too quickly for this toon AU.

I'm gonna go on a long ramble. Bear with me.

Like - there's this one script I still need to rewrite. But the premise is that Angel and DogDay are in Home Sweet Home, striking up a conversation - though Angel is injured.

Angel: ...Do you ever just... Stop? *[Angel eyes DD, as DD is in the process of sniffing like an actual dog, walking along the walls]* DD: What do you mean? *[He pauses to look at them, his tail wagging]* Angel: This. *[They gesture to his whole self, which causes him to finally fall on to the ground with a yip]* Angel: We're being hunted by a monster, close to death, and you're acting all... *Looney*. DD: That's what I do, Angel. I was brought here to make people feel happy. Safe. *[His tail begins to wag again as he makes his way to Angel]* Angel: Great. *[Unamused]* At least we'll die laughing. DD: You know, laughter is stronger than you'd think. *[A little "Uh-huh" from Angel.]* No matter how bad things get, you just have to laugh! Even if you feel like you've lost all hope, unsure about tomorrow... Not knowing what you did wrong, wondering how the world collapsed around you... *[DD grabs on to an ear, his smile turning more upsetting. The background getting darker. Maybe emphasize some of the in game model]* DD: Knowing that deep down, it's your fault for their deaths and already missing your chains because you deserve them --- *[He immediately switches back, sunshine and smiles]* DD: A laugh can chase away the gloom! Angel: *[Disturbed]* ...You want to talk about it, Pup?

So, they're all thoroughly traumatized, that's for sure!

I plan on drawing a comic that takes place during the Hour Of Joy, but yes. CatNap has killed some humans with falling anvils, endless pits, trapping them in repeating hallways until they go insane. Humans cannot survive the same punishment a toon takes, you know. >u>

But you know, he's not entirely heartless. Just angy. A poor lil meow meow

Oh, it's just CatNap being unable to cope, being ripped out of his comfort zone and never being able to adjust with the horrible things going on in Playcare. Though the Critters in this AU are not the same as the In-Game Bigger Bodies, there's still been human experiments. CatNap would much rather take scripts and limited freedom over what he was given... You are right though. That is one of the themes I wanted to try and hit with him. Especially if I follow through with an ending of Angel adopting the Critters. Then the aftermath of the trauma can really sink in.

My man, pal, friend.

I love OCs. The floor is yours. Send 'em in!

[bbyquokka]

firstly, i loved your latest work like uGhhhH yes nerd minho and the things he does to me 😩😩😩

but it also had me thinking about something else. quite similar but different altho i hope it isn't out of your comfort zone.

think about minho making love to you under the moonlight. perhaps to the point he isn't even moving, just buried inside while he admires you, taking in every inch of you, kissing every spare patch of skin he can find. (HAJJFKSNDNDD KISSING THE INSIDE OF YOUR WRIST WHILE MAINTAINING EYE CONTACT DHMN!!737;"-)

and suddenly you hear something awfully close to a whimper. looking up, you see minho with the most loving gaze with a tear streaming down his cheek and a soft smile gracing his lips. before you have a chance to question this he asks out of the blue:

"will you marry me, jagiya?"

AIYO I FEEL SO EMBARASSED ABOUT SENDING YOU AN ASK OFF ANON 😭😭😩

moonlight memories :・‧₊

SMUT & FLUFF BELOW CUT – MDNI

warnings: gn!reader, descriptions of intimacy, cockwarming, minho is so sOFT!! words: 0.8k ~ (837)

Minho has been in a very loving mood lately. he's been smothering you in kisses and hugs, pampering you in self care as well as surprising you with gifts such as roses, chocolates and perfume, with the occasional sexy lingerie.

you don't mind, you love being pampered by your cutie. His caring and considerate personality is what made you fall in love with him in the first place – his nerd like looks and tendencies are just a bonus.

“m-min...” you pant softly against his neck. the chilly air caressing your hot skin, the light of the moon gazing down on both.

Minho's arms wrapped around you, his hands caressing your back slowly. you slowly rock your hips on him, soft and gentle moans fan against your lips.

“so beautiful.” Minho whispers, lips ghosting against your own. “im so in love with you. feels like I'm drowning.”

“shut up and kiss me, you soppy fool.” you giggle, cheeks red. he presses his lips against yours gently. the kiss is slow and passionate, filled with such tender love and care. nothing is rushed, you take it slow, escalating when it feels right.

“i-i can't. you feel so good.” Minho whimpers, his hands supporting your back as he gently lowers you onto the tousled picnic blanket, his cock still buried inside you.

he surprised you with a small picnic under the stars. you ate, reminisced and even did some painting before stargazing.

something seemed different about Minho. nothing bad but you get the feeling that he might be nervous about something. what that may be, you have no idea but the past week he has been surprising you with your favourite things and been a little bit skittish.

you look up at the man above you. his round glasses slowly falling down his face, his usual neatly styled hair, now tousled and sticking out in different directions. He's blocking the moon, the light shining directly on him making him look like an angel.

you reach up to stroke his rosy cheeks, your fingertips dancing delicately on his skin before pressing your palm flat against his cheek. at this point, he is stationary, cock still buried deep inside you.

he nuzzles into the palm of your hand, like a kitten. you smile lovingly at him, watching him take your hand in his and planting soft, delicate kisses on your fingers, knuckles, palm before kissing your wrist tenderly, his gaze still on him.

it's suffocating. his love for you is suffocating to you, but in a good way. you've never felt this loved, needed or wanted by another person before. Minho is so smitten for you that he would do anything and everything for you - no matter how bizarre it sounded.

you're his everything, his universe. you make him feel alive! he never thought he could love or be loved by another human as much as you – yet here he is, making love to you under the moonlight.

he eyes travel down your features. he takes in every curve, scar and stretch mark you have, loving how textured and real you are.

he feathers kisses from your wrist up to your arm before kissing every inch of your face. temple, eyes, forehead, cheeks – wherever his lips landed, he kisses

“love you. I love you so much, y/n.” his heart pounding, he feels sick and dizzy on love.

“i love you too, lino.” you softly speak, kissing his cheek gently. sparks erupt in his stomach, his skin burning up.

“no.. I really, really love you.” he whimpers softly before leaning up. you furrow your brows at the whimper, thinking something was wrong with him but you gaze softens, your own eyes welling up with tears as you look at your love sick boyfriend.

“lino...” you giggle softly, wiping away the tear that was suddenly falling down his cheeks.

“i want you for life, y/n.” his face soft, his eyes hold a loving gaze for you, sparkling and glossy.

“whats wro–”

“marry me.” Minho whispers. you blink, heart speeding up at his sudden proposal.

“mi–”

“marry me y/n. I want to be yours for life, to have you for eternity. I'm so drunk on love it's insane. I cant explain this feeling but it feels like my heart is going to explode from my chest.” he gently takes your hand, placing it in his chest where his heart is “see?”

he's right. you feel his heart beating fast, skipping beats underneath your finger tips. you bite you lip gently, tears falling from your eyes.

“minho, i– of course I will marry you, you soppy fool!” Minho's grin spreads across his face, bunny teeth in display. his takes your hand, kissing your ring finger before leaning over you, forearms resting beside your head.

his hips start moving slowly, a soft moan fans against his lips.

“i cannot wait to marry you, y/n. I love you so so much.”

“you're a love drunk kitten, Lee Minho.”

“wouldn't want it any other way.”

→ note: ahshwudb! I'm glad you loved my latest work! nerd Minho has been playing on my mind alot! 😩 this had me kicking my feet 🥹 also, don't be embrassed! im friendly, shy but friendly ‹3 did i get carried away with this? yes,,,

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[muserryy]

PEOPLE BLUES

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You have always been that introverted girl, but with that you are also struggling with anxiety and being antisocial, finding it difficult to make friends and connect with others. Despite that, Harry has been supporting you and helping you work towards overcoming your fears. He's been determined to help you overcome your anti-social tendencies. And through his encouragement and gentle challenges, you have slowly started to break out of your shell.

But you're not sure if that is a good thing. You can't help but feel a bit guilty for being like this,so...well...weak. It seems so unfair that Harry has to worry about you all the time. It's obvious that he enjoys taking care of you, but maybe you're being too dependent. It just feels wrong.

Once you and Harry went to a cafe, and he told you to order coffee for you both, which you did and it wasn't that difficult for you like you thought. Just like that he took you with him to the supermarket several times and made you interact with cashiers by asking you to pay.

Today is one of those days. You have an event to attend this evening at your college. Harry takes this as a perfect opportunity.

It's Friday late-afternoon.

You are taking a nap when Harry sneaks his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, so your back is pressed against his chest.

"Wake up!" You hear him whisper in your ear and softly peck your cheek. This kinda stirs you up but you keep your eyes closed. "wakey-wakey" he says again to which you drowsily hum. "You have a party to attend today."

"I don't wanna go, " you groan.

"Why not?" he asks, even though he knows the reason.

"what will I do there?"

"What do you mean, love?"

"You know exactly what I mean." you snuggle your face back into the pillow.

He sighs, "c'mon, it's just a party." you don't say anything so he speaks again. "Go have some fun."

"With whom, harry? I have no one there to have fun with." you turn your body to face him and he's leaning on the side of you.

"Don't worry about that, darling. Maybe you'll meet new people and make friends? you never know what could happen."

"How will i-" you look away, "i… I don't like going to such gatherings, Harry, you know that!"

He grabs your chin and makes you look at him. "I know you don't like being around a lot of people but you never know unless you try, baby. How do you know you won't like that party if you haven't given it a chance?"

You shake your head "but-"

"It's your time to explore your college life. Don't let it pass you by. Get out of your comfort zone and try something new."

It's not like you've never been to any party before, but those were birthday parties and that too when you were young. However, those parties aren't exactly comparable to college parties. Those parties were more casual and provided a sense of familiarity, since you had friends. In addition, that one time you went to the college fresher's party was because you had a companion alongside you, but now that's gone too.

You think about it, still debating whether to go or not.

"Will you give the party a try?" your heart warms and pounders deep, and you feel a range of emotions. You feel moved by his encouragement. You know he believes in you and wants you to try. "Will you make me proud, baby?" That's it. You gulp and nod, finally making the decision. You will go to the party not only because you want to make him proud but also, I can't remain like this forever, You say to yourself.

"there!" he grins, leaning in to kiss you. "Now let's get you ready."

5:30 pm.

You look at yourself in the mirror, wearing your party outfit. You look good, but you still don't want to go. I could just stay at home like this, You think. Your hand fists and your finger start scratching your thumb. Harry, who is watching you from the side of the vanity table, notices as you unconsciously scratch the skin around your thumb nail.

"hey…" he moves in front of you and takes your hands in his, pulling you closer. "I don't wanna pressure you into doing anything but you'll never learn how to be more social if you don't ever put yourself out there and such parties are a great way to do that.'' He's right, parties can be one of the ways to work on one's interaction with others and those social skills.

You nod and say "you're right but I can't… I mean, I don't know."

"y/n, what is it? hm? I know how hard it is for an introvert to put themselves out there and I'm not asking you to go there and meet tons of people right away. Just focus on enjoying and maybe try to make one interaction at first, alright?" he says, your fingers weaving together.

You bite the inside of cheeks as the emotions start to welled up. "I'm afraid… what if I don't fit in?" Again, you are occupied by a deep sense of self-doubt, fear of embarrassing yourself.

"shh! you don't have to fit in and make friends with everyone there. What's important is that you challenge yourself and get out of your comfort zone, and like I said you might even end up making a new friend or two. give it a go." he pats your cheek and smiles at you. You nod, looking up in his eyes.

He leans down and captures your lips with his. He retrieves and you smile, looking at where he got some lipstick around. you point at it and he turns himself to look in the mirror and grins at his reflection.

"It's fine for me but you might have to fix yours, darling." You look at yourself in the mirror, where your lipstick is smudge. Both of you chuckle as you start fixing your makeup.

after 1 hour.

Harry is talking on his phone with one of his friends, when he hears the front door opening. He sees you coming into his view outside the living room. He looks at the time. You are home early.

Your eyes land on him and you immediately wander to him and hug him. He sits up more straight, putting an arm around you. "I will call you back later." he says on the phone and hangs up the call.

You stay quiet holding on to him. "y/n?" he says quietly. "Love, what happened? Why are you so early?"

You don't respond, staying still while your head is laying on his chest, you stare into space. He looks down at you and observes you. Something is wrong.

Your eyes start welling up and you blink a few tears. "heyy" he takes a hold of your face to make you look up at him. "What's wrong, darling? what happened, why are you crying?" he immediately wipes off your tears with his thumb but more tears shed from your eyes.

You look at him with teary eyes and shake your head as you try to find the right word. "I just… I'm not comfortable with parties, harry." you start breaking down as you overthink things. You look down as you try to calm yourself down. He looks at you, concerned.

"relax! relax!" He starts rubbing your arms in a way to calm you down. "Tell me what happened, did anyone say something to you?"

"no, it's just… I'm sorry- I didn't enjoy the party. I was too shy to talk to anyone, too nervous to even just say hello. I just realized that maybe these parties aren't for me, maybe I'm more of a homebody…"

"there's no maybe about it, love. you are a homebody we both know that. there's no need to apologise. Do you know how proud I am of you that you tried leaving your comfort zone and going to that party?" He gives you a smile.

"But I feel like I've ruined everything. Everyone was having fun at the party but I was just the weirdo who sat alone. Everyone must think I'm so strange. I wish I wasn't like this… Most of the people in my college don't want to have anything to do with me because… I'm quiet and weird and now I've embarrassed myself even more by being awkward at the party. No one is ever going to want to be my friend." your throat gets heavy as you let out all these words with so much emotion, and he listens to your every word.

This party had you overthinking this much and it is concerning. Harry just wanted the best for you… he just wanted you to enjoy and help you with such situations.

"don't you think like that ever again, you're not weird or strange. you're just shy and introverted, that's why the party was difficult for you today." he cups your face as he explains to you.

"and this was one of the steps, darling. You don't have to go to any parties now if you don't want to. There are plenty of other ways and you have me, okay? it will get better and we will get through this. Trust me." he says referring to your anxieties.

There is a moment of silence before you open your mouth to say something but unsure, you close it. and again… "Harry,?" you hesitate.

"yeah?" he replies in his soft tone, smiling a bit.

You stutter but speak "do you… ever wish i was different? or wonder what our life would be like if I wasn't so shy?" you search his face and eyes with your teary ones and immediately say, "i mean, i know…that you love me the way i am but are you okay with it? or do you wish I wasn't me?"

His heart breaks after you said that, and it's showing on his face from the way his smile fades away a bit and you look away fearing you asked something really wrong. He feels bad for you to even think if you take it as he's changing you.

he takes your hand in his and places it over his chest, drawing you in closer. "my darling, I'm not trying to change you. I'm just trying to help you be a little bit social and be able to put yourself out there without feeling so anxious. Being shy and introverted isn't a problem, baby. but when that shyness prevents you from talking to someone then it's probably something that you should work on. I wouldn't want to change even a thing about you."

You nod understandingly. He wraps his arms around you and repeats, "I wouldn't want to change a thing 'bout you. Never." He strokes your hair as you hug him back.

You stay like this for a long moment before he speaks again, "Now, how about you change into some comfy clothes and we can prepare our dinner?"

Harry stands in front of the stove, where the sauce is cooking in the pan. you sit on the counter next to the stove, now in your shirt and pajama shorts. You stir the sauce with the spatula as Harry grates the cheese in it. You both decided to make your favorite white sauce pasta.

"Siya was there too…" you speak as soon as it comes to your mind.

"Was she? Did you guys talk?" he asks, glancing at you as he finishes grating enough cheese.

"we did for a few minutes before she left with her friends…" you watch him move over to the sink to wash his hands, but then continue to cook the sauce.

"You could've joined them… she's nice, isn't she?" he looks at you, wiping his hands with the towel.

"she is, but she has her own type of circle… I didn't know if she wanted me to be with them." he sighs, hearing you. "I'm not even funny."

You've always believed that you should be loud enough and funny to blend in parties and get into groups. you feel like you have to be entertaining if you want to fit in.

He walks up to you and stops in front of you. "hmm… I know how funny you are." With that, he gets in between your legs and yanks you forward to him by your leg, so your ankles lock around his waist. The spatula drops in the pan.

You grip onto his shoulder as he leans down to kiss your neck. His hand sneaks inside your tee, squeezing your waist while the other grips your thigh. You tilt your head to the side where he is sucking, as a giggle escapes your lips 'cause it's tickling you.

He pulls away, staring at you with quite a smirk. He leans his face closer to you, lightly brushing his lips against yours as he teases you like that. But your eager self just presses your lips against his, hard. You kiss each other deeply but the hunger grows. His tongue invades your mouth, making you squirm. your fingers in his hair while his grip firm on your waist, trying to keep you still. the grip of fingers tighten around his hair, and you yank them.

"Easy, baby. easy!" he pulls away and breathes out a laugh. Breathing heavily, your body sighs because of the sudden distance, and at the loss of his touch. "Let's save that for later, hm."

He moves to the pan, where the sauce, hopefully, hasn't burnt yet. He stirs it and then grabs a spoon, filling it up with the sauce. blowing on it a bit before bringing it to your mouth, he asks you to taste it.

Later when the pasta was ready, you both shared it together from one plate while watching anything that the tv screen was presenting to you.

Harry just notices how comfortable you really are around him. The little change in body language when you are together. The way you sit with him, and how you eat in his presence. Even the way you speak and tell him stuff. you don't watch your words around him, and yeah he loves you for that.

Harry realises that you are not a completely shy person, just someone who takes her time getting comfortable and being herself around others. yes! He's determined to help you, because he wants you to change but not to the point that you feel like there's something wrong with you. He just wants to work on those antisocial tendencies and anxiety little by little, he just wants you to be able to speak comfortably to others.

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[yurinaa-world]

Hello! Could a get scenario of vash and Wolfwood(separate) comforting their 21st century time traveler friend that got stuck on noman land somehow and she’s crying cause the battery to her phone is dying and that means she can’t listen to her music or look at the photos of her friends and family plz?

Characters: Vash & Nicholas x Female reader

Synopsis: The reader from the twenty-first century is stuck in normal land, crying, because her phone battery is dead; she can't listen to music or look at photos of her friends and family. 

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst , fluff.

Notes: This is my very first request thank you for requesting I hope you like it .ヾ(*∇*)ﾉ

Vash "the humanoid Typhoon"

Sitting on the cold ground, looking at a phone that was at 1%, and then looking up at the sky, with the sun slowly setting, the air getting colder and colder with it, and the breeze blowing against your face, a chill runs down your spine.

Crossing your arms to keep your hands warm and looking around and seeing everyone getting ready to go home to their families, you feel lonely and lonely, wanting to hear your mother complain about how you don't do chores but stay in the room all the time.

You feel your eyes swell up, and warm tears drip down your cheeks. You wanted to go home badly, but now she is stranded in some town you've never heard of.

Looking around again, I saw that people were leaving, and soon there would be none left in the town. The people would leave, and you would have no one. You sigh, wiping away the water from your eyes as the wind blows harder, causing you to shiver.

looking at your phone for the last time, but it had already died and there was nothing to charge it with.

Sitting in the cold, you hear someone sit beside you. Turning your head to the side, you see a blonde in orange shades with a plaid jacket smiling back at you.

His clothes look way different than yours.

"Hey, are you alright!?" He blurted it out while attempting to console you.

"No, my phone died, and I don't know where I am!" You mumbled sadly. He looked confused at your answer but continued his attempts to make you feel better.

"Well, I'll try my best to help." "Could I see your phone?" The blonde with glasses smiled while holding his hand so you could give him your phone. You handed him the device hesitantly, and as he took it, he looked at it puzzledly, as if he'd never seen it before.

"I'm really sorry i couldn't help I'm sure what to do." he gulped

"At the very least, you tried," you say.

"Where are you from?" "Your clothes are different than most people's," he pounded

"I could say the same about you, but I didn't catch your name," you inquired.

"Vash the Stampede!" Vash answers.

"(Name), but Vash the Stampede has a pretty weird name to have," you bleated.

"Really, is it?" Vash gasped while scratching the back of his head, "I'm from (place name)."

"Never heard of it."

"Really?" you exclaim.

"(Name), what is your phone even for?" Vash asks, "I wish I could listen to music or look at photos; even more, I wish I could listen to music or see my family." you sniffled. "Don't cry; I'll help you get home," Vash said with a smile.

"I promise"

Nicholas D. Wolfwood "The Punisher"

You were sitting on metal stairs, and you felt so hopeless not knowing where you were that you just wanted to go back home to see your family and friends and listen to music.

Your tears wouldn't stop falling, and you tried to wipe them away, but they just kept falling. At the same time, your hands felt numb and cold. The air could cause your cheeks to freeze.

You didn’t want to die, and dying in a place like this was the last thing you wanted.

While you zoned out, someone sat beside you.

You slowly turned your head when you noticed a man dressed entirely in black and wearing black sunglasses at night. He had a cigarette in his mouth and a huge cross by his side.

"Why are they so upset?"The man asked you

"Um, what?" you hesitated 

"Why are you crying?" he huffed.

"Well, as strange as it may sound, I want to go home and see my family and listen to music again, but my phone died, and everything feels surreal to me." you sobbed 

The man just listened to you quietly while puffing smoke from the cigarette before taking his finger and wiping the tears away and silently comforting you.

You're a bit happy that he didn't call you insane and just leave.

"Thank you," you muttered.

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[kalstar]

Akira when something is bothering you

Genre: comfort/angst, fluff, gn!reader

warnings: mentions of bad mental health (ed, depression, sh, etc)

word count: 838

A/N: I had this in the drafts for a couple months and mostly wrote it cuz the mental illness was hitting me extra that day lolll. but I'm doing good now!! I hope if you've ever felt something similar this can make you feel better :)

likes and reblogs are appreciated, fic under the cut <33

A lot of things were on my mind, college, my family, my weight. I can't remember the last time I ate a proper meal. I hadn't been taking care of myself properly and I would just work or sleep the days away. I thought about hurting myself, running away, or just ending everything. One day, he asked if he could come over just to hang out. I tried my best to hide everything and plaster my best smile and the laugh that he loved hearing so much. But of course, he knows me down to the minute details.

love, you okay?

Hm? Yea, why'd you ask?

You seem quieter than usual

Ah it's nothing I'm just a bit tired

. . . . .

You're lying to me

huh? why would I-

He moved closer toward me and stared me straight in the eyes. Our difference in height made me have to look up at him.

Something's bothering you, isn't it?

It's really nothing

You've been zoning out and only saying one or two-word answers

. . .

He cupped my cheek, his hands smooth and warm. I tried to laugh it off again, as if it was nothing, yet his gaze was still as serious as ever. Firm but warm.

You know you can tell me anything

I wanted to tell him everything, but the weight in my chest made it impossible for me to open my mouth. I couldn't bear to look him in the eyes. I could only hold on to his hand. Something about him is like magic. He could understand my different kinds of quiet. He knew that I couldn't get the words out of my mouth.

Come here

He slowly let go of my cheek and placed it behind my head and pulled me into his chest.

I know it's hard for you to say what's on your mind sometimes. I'll wait for you however long it takes.

I could hear his heartbeat and the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. I could feel the tears falling from my face, staining his shirt. As all my emotions bubbled up to the surface, he stayed quiet as he listened to my troubled sobs, patiently patting my head.

As my tears subdued and my breathing started to calm down, I bring myself up away from his chest, his hands moving to secure my back. I knew deep down he was concerned but all he showed me was his kind smile that would make butterflies flutter inside of me.

You're a pretty crier

I couldn't help but laugh

Thank you

Are you ready to tell me now?

I nod slowly

Take it slow, I'm here for you all night

The words finally managed to flow out of me like water from a leaking pipe. Slow but sure. I still couldn't look him in the eyes. He listened intently to every word I said, making sure that I felt heard. He played with my hair as I talked knowing that it helped me calm down.

I just feel so lost, I don't know what to do. I feel worthless and the only way I know to push myself to be better is to torture myself.

Love, look up for me

As I turned my head up slowly, he placed a soft kiss on my lips. He tasted like the usual Leblanc coffee that he and I both loved.

It really is hard being you huh

I chuckled

You can be such a handful sometimes you know, but I wouldn't trade you for the world I know I can't give you the best advice and I can't give you an instant solution, all I can do is be there for you. I really don't understand how you could see yourself like that when all I've ever known is how perfect and beautiful you are. I'll be with you every step of the way so you can depend on me a little bit more okay? I'll stay with you every single day if you need me to.

Being left speechless, all i could do is bury my face back into his chest saying a muffled "thank you".

All I could hear was the sound of his pretty laughter. He smelled like coffee and felt like rain on a summer's day. He was everything I needed.

He continued to pat my head as he hummed a soft melody he had probably heard on TV. He always claims that he's not much of a singer but I loved his voice. Drowning in the sound of the melody I could feel myself drifting away.

Love? Don't fall asleep, you haven't eaten yet, right?

Hm?

I'll warm up some curry for you, eat a little bit, okay?

. . . . .

I'll eat with you if you want

...okay

He let me cling to him for however long I needed. Something really is magical about him. My one and only, the one person who can understand me down to the minutia, I don't know where I'd be without him.

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My girl

for the love of god i can't bring myself to write anything too spicy phasdjha

I'm trying to get out of my comfort zone so bare with me- hope you still like it tho<333

summary: you and Leon relax after a night out

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It started out like a regular Friday afternoon. Leon had taken you out to dinner earlier, and now both of you are sitting on the couch in the living room, watching some kind of movie.

Neither of you is paying attention to the TV or to the heavy rain against your apartment window. Just the fact that the two of you are able to spend time like this, not caring about anything but yourselves, was more than you could both wish for. Due to Leon's tight work schedule, it was always difficult to find some quality time, so often you'd just find yourselves going to bed rather than going out.

You had quickly found your way into Leon's arms, listening to his heartbeat and taking in his scent as the soft sounds of the TV started to lull you into a gentle slumber. The only thing keeping you from fully drifting off to sleep was the thick tension in the air.

Leon had been acting rather strangely the whole night, pulling you closer out of nowhere, only to let go of you completely a second later. As you brought up his strange behavior this afternoon, he just laughed it off, telling you that "everything is normal." Was he angry at you, or did you hurt him in any possible way? Your train of thought made you overthink everything you had been doing tonight, and out of curiosity and self-doubt, you decided to ask him again.

Still sleepy, you whisper, "Hey, Leon? I can feel that something is wrong. Just talk to me, please." Slowly, you lift yourself up a bit, so that you can look into his eyes properly. "Have I done something wrong?"

He lets out a soft laugh, yet his facial expression doesn't change. "It's really nothing, sweetheart."

"Leonnn..." you whine out of desperation, anger slowly forming within you.

Instead of answering, he brings one of his hands up to your face, gently caressing the soft skin of your cheek. "You really wanna know what bothers me?" he mocks your tone, his eyes searching for your gaze. Only a single touch of his had your head spinning, and with the way he looked at you so lovingly, you couldn't suppress a soft smile.

"Just tell me already..." another whine leaves your mouth. "You're such a tease."

You could feel his other hand moving to the small of your back, gently drawing small circles onto your shirt-covered body. A sigh leaves the man's lips. "Me? A tease?" he asks in a dramatic manner while raising an eyebrow. "Have you seen the dress you've been wearing tonight?"

His gentle touch gets more intense with every word he speaks. Now, his hand that previously rested on your cheek makes its way toward your neck. Leon's cold gaze shifts, breaking eye contact and eyeing the loose white shirt you are wearing.

When you came home tonight, you quickly took off your pretty black dress and only put on one of Leon's big shirts, since they're the most comfy.

His eyes wander up the skin of your exposed shoulder before they finally move back to your face.

"Now you're even wearing one of my shirts..." Your breath hitches as he starts talking again. "Do you know what you're doing to me?" His voice is soft, yet a bit raspy, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

Getting shy all of a sudden, you look away as a dark red shimmer starts to appear across your face. His big hands make their way to your face again, turning your face to his. His thumb gently caresses your lower lip as he pulls your face even closer to his. Now just a few inches separate both of your lips.

It feels like the world stops spinning, and everything goes quiet—the rain outside, the noises of the TV—nothing matters right now. Only you in his arms, his fast heartbeat, and the tingling sensation you feel all over your body.

Even if you didn't want to, you couldn't help but close your eyes and take in the moment. Your whole body aches for his touch, for his body and his encouraging words and praises.

Softly, you move closer, closing the gap between you two. Your lips collide, his movements sending a warm sensation down your body as he tries to pull you even closer. If you weren't lying on top of him like this, your legs would have given in by now.

The kiss is long and heated, still full of passion and love. You'd never grow tired of his kisses; his soft but rough lips are like a drug for you, wanting more and more every time.

Your hands move behind his neck, gently tugging on his silky hair, which has him humming in appreciation.

After what feels like an eternity, you both have to stop to catch your breath. Both of you are panting heavily as his icy blue orbs watch your every move.

Out of nowhere, he sits up, resting his head on your shoulder and entwining your hands with his.

He struggles a bit to find the right words and has to take a deep breath before he starts whispering into your ear.

"I love you more than anything else, my love," he pauses. "You're everything to me. My sweet girl."

Your heart skips a beat at his words. His light grip on your thighs, and his lips now kissing up and down your neck, have your blood rushing through your veins, leaving your cheeks tinted red.

Still breathless, you're sitting on his lap, closing your eyes again and gently petting his head. While he continues to place light kisses on your neck, he murmurs other sweet nothings into your ear, sometimes quiet whimpers interrupting him.

Seeing him so vulnerable fills you with pride, knowing that you're the only one able to see this side of him. If only you could make him feel like this all the time, show him that expressing his emotions isn't a bad thing - but it feels like you have to start all over again whenever he comes back from a mission.

Those moments mean everything to you; they make up for the weeks and months he spends far away from you, often even unable to text or call you.

But for him, you'd wait forever. No matter what happens, you'd always welcome him with open arms.

Leon's teeth hesitantly grasping your skin bring you back to reality.

"Are you tired, Lee?" you ask.

Leon, whose eyes are closed, just nods tiredly, his head still resting on your shoulder. You know him well, probably better than the poor man knows himself, so you can already sense how Leon's body softly goes limp.

"Come on, I'll take you to bed, honey." Only a few moments later, he wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzles his face into your back, and drifts off to sleep.

[here2bbtstrash]

omg I love everything you write !!! sub jimin that talks a big game when he’s in the streets but when you’re alone let’s you use him however you want and for however long as you want 😭🫠

HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT I AM SUPER INTO COCKWARMING RN 😤😤😤 this is far from perfect but i hope you will enjoy regardless 🥺

still taking freaky deaky reqs if you've got something you wanna see!!

pairing: jimin x reader wordcount: 1.8k don't ask me idk what happened contains: idol-verse ig, established relationship, cockwarminggggg, lots of orgasm delay, dom!reader & sub!jimin, subspace, jimin takes a phone call while she sits on his dick 🥴, finger sucking, degradation if you REALLY squint, an In the Seom plug that tbh i should be getting paid for lmao, and some cute lil aftercare 🥰🥰🥰

“Babe, I can’t get this level. Can you try?”

It’s been– you glance at the time and are surprised to see, nearly an hour now– that you’ve spent sitting on your boyfriend’s cock while you play In the Seom.

You love using him like this, keeping yourself nice and full for as long as you want while you watch TV, or read, or even just scroll through your phone. And lately, it’s been while you play this stupidly addicting mobile game, at least until you run out of hearts.

You don’t ride. You don’t grind. You just enjoy the feeling of him snug inside your walls, keeping you stretched open.

It’s not torture. You know Jimin loves it too, you’ve talked about it dozens of times at this point. He loves the inherent validation he feels, the worthiness of being useful to you. He loves the physical intimacy of being as close to you as humanly possible. And he loves the way the gentle submission scratches his brain, encouraging him to let go of all the things he has to worry about and just… float off for a bit.

He usually softens inside you after a while, the comfortable closeness turning non-sexual until you decide to work him up again. But today you don’t have to do anything at all. He’s been rock hard the whole time, still is.

So today, it might be torture, a little bit. The good kind.

Jimin’s head is tipped back against the couch, his breathing gone so slow that for a second you think he might’ve fallen asleep– it certainly wouldn’t be the first time. But he gently comes to, blinking slowly, eyes rolling around enough to make you realize you’ve probably dragged him halfway out of subspace.

“Please, baby?” You ask softly, and he raises a hand for you to drop your phone into.

“I hate these stupid coconuts,” he murmurs as he taps at the screen. You tilt forward to lean against him and your cheek presses into the cotton fabric of his t-shirt. Jimin exhales the quietest little grunt at the brush of movement, so subtle that anyone who isn’t as attuned to him as you are would miss it entirely.

You can feel his heart beating in his chest as you nuzzle into him with a contented sigh.

You’re in such a mutually heightened state of awareness, picking up on every little detail of touch, contact, sensation, that you both nearly jump out of your skin when his phone starts to vibrate in his pocket.

He doesn’t move to get it at first, still frowning down at the impossible level on your phone screen, and you sit upright again.

“Go ahead,” you prompt. “Answer your phone, babe.” You take yours back from him– he lets go of it without a fight– and resolve to try the level one more time.

Jimin has to tilt his hips to dig into his pocket, and you watch his brows pinch together as he moves with you on top of him, hear the gasp of a moan he lets out at the smallest taste of friction as he shifts inside of you.

He settles, phone in hand, and glances at the screen. “It’s Namjoon,” he says, looking back up at you, full lips parted slightly to allow for shallow breathing.

“Don’t be rude,” you say firmly.

When he obediently presses the button to answer the call, you have to bite back a smile, setting your own phone down on the couch to fully zone in on your beautifully submissive boyfriend.

“Hi hyung,” Jimin starts, and Namjoon must immediately cut him off. “Hmm? What happened?”

You know Joon can ramble, and from the tinny sounds you can hear leaking out of the phone speaker, it sounds like he’s launching into some convoluted story. You figure you have a minute.

Jimin is so good, so willing, that when you press two fingers to his plush bottom lip, there isn’t even a millisecond where he fights or questions you. He just submits, opening up to suck the digits into his warm, wet mouth.

“So fucking perfect,” you murmur, doing your best to keep your voice soft enough that it won’t carry over the phone. He sucks diligently, even going so far as to hum around your fingers along with Namjoon’s story, to indicate he’s still listening even as his eyes drop closed again.

When they snap back open– he must’ve just been asked a question– you relent with a pleased smile, withdrawing your fingers so he can speak.

“Wait, so when do you need me to come back in to re-record?” There’s a look of intense concentration on his face as he attempts to process Namjoon’s response, clearly fighting to stay present in the moment and not slip back off into bliss.

With a soft sigh, you bring the fingers that he soaked so well to rest between your legs, and you start to trace slow, lazy circles around your clit.

The muscles in Jimin’s thighs clench beneath you, you can feel it, but he betrays no change in expression otherwise. You bring your free hand to his leg to gently massage the smooth skin there, encouraging release.

“Relax,” you mouth, and he nods, phone still pressed tight to his ear.

You let your eyes flutter closed, enjoying the pretty tones of your boyfriend’s voice as he works out scheduling logistics with his hyung while you continue to gently trace patterns over yourself. Heat starts to pool in your belly as you slowly increase the speed of your movements, and now you’re craving friction, too. But it feels so good to force yourself to wait, let yourself want, just a little bit longer. Patience is a virtue.

“Yeah, she’s here now.”

Your mind swims back to the present moment at Jimin’s words. He’s dropped his head down against the couch, eyes closed, and you see him chuckle at whatever Namjoon says like he’s mildly embarrassed. “Yeah, something like that. I gotta go, hyung. Okay, bye.”

He hangs up, lust-heavy eyelids lifting to meet your gaze, and you tilt your head to the side to indicate curiosity. “Was that about me?”

“Just at the end,” he says shyly, and you can already start to guess.

You squeeze your walls gently around his cock, for just a second, and watch with pleasure as your boyfriend’s eyes roll back in his head. “Fuck, baby.”

“What did Namjoon say?” You ask innocently. You squeeze again, enjoying the strangled whine you earn from Jimin, the way his fingers reflexively scramble to drag over the couch cushions as you envelop him in a tight pulse.

You know Joon is a freak. You have an idea of what it could be.

“He just– ngh, fuuuck–” you rudely interrupt him yet again, baring down for several seconds before you back off this time. You can feel his dick twitch as you release. Your hand is still circling your clit, and the steady pace mixed with the gorgeous sounds you’re working out of Jimin is enough to already have you close to the edge.

“He what?”

Jimin is panting now; your walls are slowly starting to grip around him as you bring yourself that much closer to coming. “He asked if I was about to give it to you.”

Your free hand moves to trace his jaw, and he instinctively tilts his head up to meet your touch. “He doesn’t know, does he?”

Jimin’s pupils are blown with lust as he shakes his head.

“Is that the truth?” You run your thumb lazily over his bottom lip. “You let your hyungs think that you wreck me, dominate me?”

Your legs are starting to shake now at the built-up pressure in your core. You’re actively holding off an orgasm, using every ounce of willpower you have. Just a little longer.

“They have no idea,” you murmur, giving a soft hum of disbelief. “No idea that you’re mine; my sextoy to use as I want, whenever I want, for as long as I want. My human furniture, who loves it when I sit on him.” Jimin is already nodding against your hand even though you haven’t asked a question of him, as if to agree, yes, he is, yes, he does.

“Our little secret. And you’re so good at it,” you purr. “So good for me.” Your voice shakes slightly; your composure is starting to falter from the effort it’s now taking to keep yourself from coming, the way you’re forcing yourself to hover right on the verge and squeezing tight around Jimin’s cock in the process.

“Are you gonna be good and come with me?” You lean forward to whisper the question in Jimin’s ear.

“Yes, fuck–” he groans, back arching at the very thought of pleasure after so much delay. “Want to come so bad, please, please.”

You move your hand just a little bit faster, in the perfect spot to finally send you over the edge. 

“Then come.” You just barely manage to get the words out before your orgasm hits you full-force, and you tilt your head back as you cry out and bare all the way down on Jimin’s cock.

You open your eyes to watch him as your cunt pulses over and over and over; these drawn-out, long-denied orgasms are insane, sometimes it feels like they last for minutes, and you can already see that Jimin is no match for the way your tight, wet heat is throbbing endlessly around him.

“Oh my god,” he gasps, convulsing against the couch and starting to moan loudly. “Oh fuck, fuck, I’m coming, yes, I’m–” As the words fall from his mouth and you feel his cock start to twitch, you roll your hips in one fluid arc, and the final gratification of friction right at his peak is enough to send him over the edge.

He comes with a sound that’s more like a scream.

The last of your own orgasm subsiding, you drop your head onto Jimin’s shoulder as you feel his cum spill out into you, thick and hot, filling you with everything you’ve worked up over the last hour.

As his moans trickle off into soft whines and whimpers, Jimin wordlessly brings his arms to wrap around your waist in an attempt to ground himself, to pull you impossibly closer. He’s starting to shiver a little, a normal physical reaction for him after one of your sessions, especially one this intense.

You lean over to grab the folded blanket off the back of the couch, shaking it out to wrap around the both of you. “Hey, you’re okay,” you murmur softly, pressing gentle kisses to his cheeks and forehead, bringing your hands to rub over his upper arms. “You did so good. My perfect little sub.”

Jimin can sometimes go non-verbal, or at least very quiet post-orgasm, but he seems to bounce back particularly quickly tonight. He squints a smile up at you, eyes turning into half-moons as he nestles down into the blanket.

“Can I see your phone?”

The question surprises you enough that you laugh a little. “Why?”

“I want to show those coconuts who’s boss.”

[lexxiisstuff]

𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐢

Warning: none.

Academic Rivals AU but he's been pining for years.

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"Come on y/n I just need the answer to question two" You rolled your eyes playfully at your best friend, Akira and slid your Economic notes over to her.

"You really should attempt this exercise on your own yunno. How will you ever get better if you don't try to do them yourself" You grabbed a pencil and began jotting down notes on the new section and Akira scoffed.

"Listen here smarty pants not all of us are intellectually gifted like some in our class" Her eyes went to you and drifted lightly over Tsukishima who was seated far left of the lecture hall. His blank bored expression clear as day. You glared at her

"I hope you're not actually complimenting Satan's spawn over there because I'll be very disappointed in you" You said harshly.

You and Tsukishima had been in the same class the whole of high school and were now sharing three classes in your first year of University. To say you disliked him would be an understatement. You loathed him. He was obnoxious, rude and arrogant not to mention exceptionally smart. You couldn't remember how many times you had battled it out with him for first in the grade. He'd won majority, but on the few times you did beat him nothing was sweeter.

"You two really need to hug out all this animosity" Akira said shrugging "you've been at this since high school"

You were about to respond but the professor began to hand out last weeks essays. You smiled at the large bolded 94% above your name. You hadn't expected to do so well considering economics wasn't your strong point. You watched Tsukishima take his paper and frown at the grade. You smirked lightly. He wasn't the greatest in economics either.

When class finally ended Akira asked you to meet in the dining hall a bit later because she had to talk to her advisor. You nodded smiling and walked out of the lecture hall.

"Y/n!" You froze at the sound of your name behind you. Maybe if you continued walking he wouldn't see you. You took another step cautiously but Tsukishima was unfortunately next to you a second later "What's the rush?"

"What do you want Tsukishima?" You said continuing your walk along campus. The tall blond matched your stride easily and you glared up at him.

"Just curious as how you did on the Eco Essay" He said adjusting his glasses. You thought it was kind of endearing actually. Endearing??? You shook the odd thought away.

"None of your business" You muttered

"Did you flunk? There's nothing to be ashamed of. Economics is hard" You glanced at him skeptically and stopped walking.

"Did you flunk?" You whispered it like it was some sort of crazy conspiracy and Tsukishima snorted.

"Don't be an idiot" He lifted his paper to flash the bright red 97% and it was your turn to frown.

"Good for you Tsukishima" You said and began to walk again. This time alot faster.

"Come on are you seriously not going to tell me how much you got?" He said and you sighed. He wouldn't quit if you didn't. You handed him your paper and watched him smirk. Smug bastard.

"What a shame" He tsked and you snatched your paper back.

"Whatever. Can you go away now I have things to do and your presence slows me down" You mumbled

"Aww am I your distraction?"

"More like a nuisance" You heard his laughter as you entered the dorm building and hated the small smile that twitched at your lips.

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"I hate parties" You pouted as Akira held your hand maneuvering you both through the masses of people. The dress you were wearing was one that was slightly out of your comfort zone but still you enough that you weren't insecure but the hills Akira had shoved you in were slowly damaging your feet.

"You've said that four times and it's only been 10 minutes. Come on loosen up. You only live once" She grabbed two cups of beer and handed you one.

"That's what they say in every idiotic teenage movie where the protagonist is about to do something stupid" You sipped the beer slowly and cringed. Cheap beer was not good. Ever.

"Akira! Hey come play with us" You saw a good looking boy call her over to the beer pong table and she glanced at you hesitantly.

"Go" You said smiling.

"Nah I don't want to leave you"

"I'll be fine Akira. I don't need a babysitter. Have fun" she bit her lip.

"Alright but only one game. Call me if you need anything. Anything at all okay" You nodded watching her drift towards the boys. You wish you had that type of energy. The kind people were drawn to.

You made your way through the large house towards the kitchen. Only a few people were in there. You leaned against the wall filling your empty glass and taking a hesitant sip.

"Well hello there Cutie" You glanced up at the short dark haired boy and tensed. Was he talking to you?

"Um hi?" He was a boy from your English lecture and he was known for having terrible grades and an even worse reputation. You glanced towards the exit. Maybe you should run.

"Having fun" He leaned towards you caging you between him and the counter and you trembled. He was definitely wasted

"I have a boyfriend" You nearly shouted. The boy only chuckled.

"Oh yeah? Where is he?" He leaned closer and you shrank away. If push came to shove you could punch him. Maybe kick him. You were thinking of the best way to defend yourself when you saw the tall figure behind the boy.

"Get the fuck away from her. Right now" Tsukishima growled threatingly. You glanced up. His jaw was clenched his eyes were dark and you'd never been more relieved to see him.

The brunette stepped away holding his hands up in surrender "Sorry man. Thought she was single"

"She's not so fuck off." The boy scampered away from you and you leaned back closing your eyes with a small sigh.

"You okay?" You looked up to a concerned Tsukishima and nodded slightly.

"I hate parties" You whispered

"As do I." He approached you slowly as if not to scare you off and you stood still. Weirdly you didn't tense or freeze but willed him forward. "Why come?"

"I though it would be fun" You mumbled sadly. "I wanted to do something different other than reading Austen and watching reruns of criminal minds on a Friday "

"Then read Wilde and watch reruns of X-Files but you don't have to make yourself uncomfortable. You hated parties since high school" You stared at him.

"How do you know?"

"Because I went to every one in hopes you'd be there" He muttered quietly. Before you could answer he stretched out a hand "Message Akira. Tell her I'm walking you home"

"How do you know I came with Akira?"

"Because I know you. If you're doing something out of your comfort zone there's a high chance Akira is lurking somewhere" You couldn't help the smile you gave him. Maybe he did know you. You pulled out your phone and sent a text to your best friend.

Tsukishima led you out of the house and all the while kept a strong hand on your lower back. You flushed lightly at the feeling of him touching you. God this was crazy. Tsukishima and you could barely stand each other and yet here you are seeking refuge in him.

"Thanks Kei" You mumbled softly when you finally made it out of the house and onto the sidewalk. He stumbled lightly.

"You've never called me that before" He looked at you and gulped anxiously. You were so beautiful he thought. Like something written out of a story about princesses and fairies. He never felt as angry as he did tonight watching that asshole hassle you. He watched you rub your arms awkwardly and tried not to smile. God he wanted to hold you. He wanted to take you into his arms and give you all the comfort he could offer. Maybe someday you'd let him.

"I think after tonight I deserve to call you that no?" You grinned playfully and he nudged you rolling his eyes.

"You can call me whatever you'd like y/n" His voice was soft, gentle almost tender and you felt a flutter inhibit your chest. What was happening?

The two of you made your way down the campus walkway. It was a 10 minute walk to your dorm. Tsukishima watched you waddle in your heels and grinned. "Would you like some help?"

"Unless you're offering to swap shoes I don't think you can help." You muttered uncomfortably.

"Wait here" He instructed and dashed off. You stood staring at light post in contemplation. Kei arrived five minutes later with a pair of sandals he bought from the schools merchandise in his hand. You giggled incredulously.

"Take off your heels" You slipped them off and shoved your feet into the sandals. They fit perfectly.

"How'd you know my shoe size?"

"Years of observation" You leaned down to grab the heels but he beat you to it grabbing them before you could

"I got it" He walked with your heels dangling from his left hand the other he pressed firmly against your back.

"Why are you being so nice to me tonight" you asked because you couldn't help it.

"I don't know." He said quietly "I'm tired of being at odds with you"

"You really think we can be friends?" You asked curiously.

"No. Because I don't want to be your friend either" He looked away nervously.

"Okay then what do you want Tsukishima?"

"Everything" He muttered

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Ahh I just love pining don't you?? I think I wanna do a part 2 lemme know what you guys think!!!

[felixsramen]

can I request an Ateez x reader Smut/angst

Mingi doing his dance live when y/n visits him. Turns off live immediately to do somethin’ 👀 spicyyy

Why am I in love with this idea.

It annoyed you. You hated the thought of millions of people watching your boyfriend dance on live. You had asked Mingi one day to show you his dance moves off. You loved his performances on stage so you had asked to see something freestyled but he had denied you. He was too embarrassed to show you in case he'd mess up and he definitely didn't want to mess up in front of the love of his life. He definitely didn't want to tell you that either afraid you'd laugh at him.

Yet here in the studio where he thought he was alone you were staring at him from the door watching him dance to sicko mode. He had gone off in his own little world freestyling. You had been here watching him since he had danced to dessert by Dawin.

You weren't mad at him but more upset that your boyfriend didn't want to show you his freestyle dancing but would do it to millions of people. It had been almost 2 months since that conversation and you knew your boyfriend wasn't good at remembering things so you didn't hold it against him.

Watching him right now though kind of broke your heart considering he'd refused you and now seemed comfortable dancing and in the zone. It didn't help you were incredibly turned on either. You open the door quietly and Mingis eyes meet yours for a split second before he's back into the song.

You doubted anyone would've noticed the glance over he did. You walked off behind the camera watching your boyfriend. Mingis eyes might look as if they were looking on the camera but they were watching you.

Mingis eyes couldn't help but look over your form. Your outfit really complimented your body. It didn't help he hadn't already had sex with you in almost a month because of the new upcoming album. You could literally be wearing a long sleeve shirt with pants right now and Mingi would still think you were trying to get him to fuck you right then and there.

You don't realize how long you've been thinking about how jealous you were because shoong was coming to an end. Mingi was relieved he needed to fuck you right then and there. He couldn't wait another day. He waved and hurried as quickly as he could to the phone without the audience thinking something was up.

He clicked the button and before you know it Mingi already has his hands on your hips. "What are you doing here and why are you wearing that?" Mingi says sighing.

"I missed you. You've been so busy with promotions." You say Mingi slowly starting to grind into you. It had been almost a month since he fucked you.

You put a hand on his chest pushing him off. Mingi looks at you confused. "So you won't dance in front of me but then go live in front of millions?" You ask him and Mingi sighs bringing you against him again.

"You don't understand love." He says and you try to move out of his grip again.

"I think I do. You tell me one minute you don't want to dance with me and then now you want to dance in front of millions?" You say and he holds you against him.

"This is going to sound stupid but I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of you. Do you know how embarrassing it is if I messed up in front of the person I want to impress the most?" He says looking away from you admitting how stupid it sounded when even said out loud.

You felt slightly stupid now being jealous of people watching your boyfriend when he really just wanted to not embarrass himself in front of you.

"Baby I'd never make fun of you for messing up or anything like that. You should know that by now." You say and he sighs finally looking at you. You were right. You never made Mingi feel less when he messed up on anything.

"You're right love. Now can we get back to what we were doing before you tried pushing me away." He asks you and he smirks again.

You roll your eyes but nod. Mingi kisses your neck. He knew that was weak spot. Your knees almost giving in. You know he enjoys it his hands going to your waist. He sighs as he brings you in closer to him. He needed you to feel him.

Your hands go to his short blonde hair pulling on it making him moan softly against your neck. "Mingi. Fuck me please." You say melting at the way he starts leaving hickies across your neck.

He pulls away when he's satisfied and smirks at you. "All desperate and I haven't even done much." He says and his fingers find your loops on your pants pulling them down. He pulls down your underwear. His finger slides over your entrance and he smirks at you.

"I haven't even fucked you yet and you're soaking." He says finger prodding your entrance but never fully going in. You whine hoping it'll get him to move. Instead his other hand holds you in place.

"You're mine. I'm yours." He says reminding you and with that he pushes a finger inside you.

You moan out his name. "I don't care how many orgasms it takes to get it through to you. I only want you." He says his mouth back on your neck as he pushes another finger inside. You whined out Mingis name as he continued fucking you with his fingers.

He sucks on your neck once again. You think you might've fallen if Mingi wasn't holding you up with his other hand.

Your high was fast and approaching and Mingi knew that. Mingi knew everything about your body. Yet he still fucked you on his fingers. Before you know it your orgasm washes over you.

Your eyes roll back and you go limp in Mingis hold. You definitely would've fallen to the ground if it wasn't for Mingi. As you come down from your high you realize Mingi is still fucking you on his fingers.

He pulls away when you whine. "That's all you have in you love? I think I can get one more out of you." Mingi says and you hear him unzipping his pants.

"You can take one more. Especially since I want to make it up to you." He says pushing into you.

[chaoticevilorange]

hello!! if it is alright with you may I ask how the hq boys would act when they realize that they have a crush on their best friend.

thank you ❤️

Hey hey heyyyy!!! I was thinking about doing some small drabbles for how they act around you after this👀 nice timing anon 🤭💖✨

Haikyuu x reader

How he acts after he realises he's falling for you

After the awful date you crashed at his place, you don't know he has unlocked a whole new kind of feelings towards you, but you definitely can feel something different about him

Soon as he knew he was falling for you tried to act as always in front of you, he joked as usual and even ruffled your hair too, but there was something about the uncertainty when he touched any part of your body that kind of gives him away, when you cuddled in the couch you can hear his heart rate raise, the fake coughing he does when you make a sex joke, he no longer grabs your hips to guide you somewhere without asking first, he has gone far as staring at your lips while you talk about something, he tried to be your friend, but he doesn't know how much he will last with your face so close to his when you're trying to reach the control remote he's holding above his head...

Iwaizumi, Sugawara, Tanaka, Ennoshita, Semi, Yamamoto, Futakuchi, Bokuto

He teases you as his usual self, but now he also touches you more, now his touches linger a couple of seconds longer, he has started to place a hand on your cheek and other in your hip while makes fun of you, almost like he's trying to apologize for his words, he winks more at you, his praises are subtle too, you see how his gaze hardens when you talk about a male you meet in your job, you see how he talks less about himself to ask about your day, he even walks closer to you when you're buying snacks, he acts like a couple to you without actually asking you out, looks normal, but you know something is different, he knows it too, because he is dying to kiss the ice-cream clean of your soft lips...

Matsukawa, Oikawa, Nishinoya, Tsukishima, Satori, Kuroo, Atsumu

He gets nervous around you now, like he is afraid to touch you or something, you talk with him as usual, memes here and there but also the content of the memes shifted, there is a lot of cute cats with silly captions, some memes are about friend zone and such, at certain point you asked him if he was having troubles with a female friend, because how dare she to not loving a ray of sunshine like him? He wants to confess right away but he doesn't know if it's a good idea, not now when you're both watching the movie you've been waiting the whole week, you're currently curled against him playing with the end of his shirt while his arm is wrapped around you, he only has to look at you, call your name and lean forwards to kiss you...

Kyotani, Asahi, Yamaguchi, Hinata, Goshiki, Lev, Koganegawa

He doesn't show it but feels a lot of pressure, he doesn't want to ruin your friendship, he ask his friends for advice and is always the same, they said he should go for it but he is low-key afraid your relationship might change if he confesses, he knows you won't ever stop of talking but he wants to be able to hold you, to comfort you if you ever need, so he is more quiet than usual, he knows you're growing worried because he can see how you're shifting between the TV and his face, when he gives a small sigh your face snapped towards him instantly, he knows you won't ask, he also knows he won't tell, but now your face looks so cute, you're pouting a bit looking at him, the soft lips his dying to taste mere inches of his face, he is definitely weighing his options now...

Daichi, Kageyama, Ushijima, Kenma, Akaashi, Osamu

He doesn't act any differently than the usual, it's like he knows he's crushing on you badly, but all the possible scenarios run into his head quietly when you're both doing things together, the only times that might give him away is because he have starting to hold you close to sway with you slowly dancing your favourite songs, sometimes he presses himself against you to protect you from large crowds on the bus/train, you know it's because is crowded but he feels like he's protecting his one and only, he's always been polite and considerate, so you didn't thought much about it when he grabbed your hand to walk you home, or when he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead with you curled at his side while you both watched TV...

Hanamaki, Yaku, Suna, Kita, Aran, Aone, Sakusa

Thanks for reading 🐨✨💖

[tonisbabydoll]

hiii, was thinking about seunghan as a quiet college student who doesn't have many friends because people are slightly intimated by his insane face card ☺️☺️☺️ he sits next to you in class and he's pretty quiet, doodling crayon shinchan on his notebook as he listens. you find it endearing and eventually gather the courage to talk to him. once you do, he's pretty friendly (and very handsome 🤭) you guys somehow get close really fast even though seunghan is an introvert. one day when you're trying to help him study in his dorm as per usual (an arrangement you've agreed on when you became friends) you notice he's been super distracted lately and a little distant. so you did what any other person would do (maybe), which is confront him. he just sits there in silence, zoning out. you realize after a minute of yapping his ear off about his behavior, that he's staring directly at your lips 🤕 once you stop, he immediately kisses you, and of course, you feel taken aback. you melt into the kiss and get more comfortable a few seconds in, leaning in even closer. things escalate and he carries you up onto the couch, sucking and biting your neck 😵 he'd be smirking against your skin, maybe even laughing quietly at the moans and gasps that come out from you. he makes you take off your clothes slowly, pressing more kisses down your chest, then to your stomach, and just above your clit 🤕 he'd eat you out on the couch, prying your thighs apart with his strong hands 🤭 he's a messy eater, chin glistening with your juices, licking his lips after making you release 3 times just with his mouth aaaaasheywhdhejfjdnif

- 🫧 anon

DYING!!!

he just wants to make you feel so good before giving you his cock. he’d have you in missionary on the couch so he could kiss you and see how pretty you look taking him🤭 imagine him being all gentle with you, making sure you’re all ok bc he would never wanna hurt the girl he loves (not that you know that yet). he would wanna cum inside you so bad but he knew that he couldn’t do that to a friend so he decides to cum all over your tits instead before coming down to kiss you and tell you he adores you IKSSNNS