#hyelita

[hyelita]

⌞ beach/summer dividers ⌝

[yuyinesque]

WOMANEATER | “𝗒-𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗁-𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒…”

⚘ précis. ≡ you're a therapist in a psyche ward, and your new patient isn't one you're particularly experienced with.

⚘ disclaimers. ≡ yandere!incel & psyche ward!therapist y/n, afab!reader (no fem-aligned prns used), physical violence, compulsive masturbation, hypersexuality, misogyny & women-blaming, usage of “bitch”, mentions of post-traumatic stress disorder (ptsd); obsessive behavior; delusion (secondary erotomania); age regressing; & urine, manipulation (guilt-tripping & gaslighting), mentions of suicide & self harm, implied rape fantasies & perversion.

⚘ category. ≡ nsft headcanons.

⚘ wc. ≡ 781.

𖦥 m.list. oc.list

🧷 yandere!incel who is a scrub-wearing individual who wears stoic expressions like they’re permanent masks, though at times the said mask tends to falter vastly when he’s around any woman; even fem-presenting figures drives him an inch deeper towards insanity. he’s picked numerous fights with women and only women, even when they’ve done nothing but walked past him. the fights were always prompted by truculence and defense, as for he would disclose evident signs that he was terrified of said woman, completely convinced that they were after him in some sort of ill manner, so he strikes before they even get the chance to blink. because of this, he’s been isolated away from female figures, and only male characters were capable of catering to him, as he was indifferent towards them. well, every male but you, a female.

🧷 yandere!incel who is quite the handful for inexperienced, psyche ward!therapist darling, as for they haven’t dealt with a patient with such a high caliber of disorders; their worst case so far was a suicidal woman who was diagnosed with type one bipolar. one session with the individual was enough to question your overall abilities. i mean, he despised you. at least that’s what you believed.

🧷 yandere!incel who is tired of you cheating on him with other patients! this is why he’s so angry towards you specifically, but he won’t say. however, he’s also completely infatuated with you; have i also mentioned completely horrified with you? you’ve noticed each time you would change your tone slightly, he would convert into a fretful mouse, apologizing incessantly as tears glossed his dark, beady eyes, also slipping up by referring to you as “mother” in a small, infantile voice. you concluded it was because you reminded him of such, and she was primarily the reason why he feared and hated women so much. motherly abuse.

🧷 yandere!incel who would have his calmer days since he was genuinely interested in his spouse. he’s never had a woman so madly in love with him, so it not only fed his ego, but causes his dick to swell with cum each time you evinced signs that confirmed you were oso desperate for his attention. with the way you sit up when you walk in, reassure him that everything will be fine, or even going out of your way to smile in such a lecherous manner. it angered him, especially when he begins groping his hardened crotch in front of you and complaining about you and your whorish antics. you would ignore him in response or threaten to cut the meeting short, which prompts a loud, slur-screaming, victim-blaming outburst in response.

🧷 “you’re such a bitch, you hear me?! a bitch! and a bitch li-like you shouldn’t even be alive! luring me, t-teasing me—all women are just a bunch of fffffucking sluts!!”

🧷 yandere!incel who also showed signs of hypersexuality and exhibitionism. he was a chronic masturbator, pleasuring himself to the most horrific things with your face in mind. just the thought of keeping you in your place by forcing you to perform taboo acts on the receptionist desk as everyone watched rotted his mind.

🧷 yandere!incel who would try to convince you that he doesn’t hate you only to voice his hatred towards you the next week. then he’d not only do that, but then claim that he’s never done such with tears in his eyes, finding your scoldings utterly unnecessary and so mean. there was even a time where you lost your patience and raised your voice at him, immediately causing him to not only an apologetic rant, but to begin pissing himself in the chair he was trembling and sobbing on, the strong scent of ammonia filling the room during the process.

🧷 yandere!incel who needed your touch or he’ll perform said disgraceful acts. there was a day where he pleaded for just a hug from you if he was good the whole week. once you confirmed it, he did just that. no fights, no arguments, nothing. he even apologized for freezing up and screaming at the poor, feminine soul that walked near him. you knew it was against the rules to be this affectionate towards patients, but you couldn’t break a promise. and so, you did—hugged him. awkwardly, even. he was rather short, so his face was buried within your chest, and the boner pressed against your thigh only made you feel nauseous, but not as nauseous as his next, ominous set of words.

🧷 “y-you better hope these h-hands hold mercy on your.. body once i luh-latch them onto you…”

yuyinesque | translate with permission & peruse without theft

[vintgedoll]

you left me at the train station. — simon riley, crush series.

crushing on younger! simon would include :

୨୧ ... your bedroom was his safe haven. sometimes, it was messy with pleated skirts, spilled nail polish, and empty soda cans covering the floor and sure, he hated it, but he felt guilty when it was clean - everything had its designated spot and simon felt like he didn't belong yet his own things found their way on your desk, in your closet, his sneakers even found home on the shoe rack by your bedroom door.

୨୧ ... new tights and a bare face when you didn't want to go home right after your part-time job, working at some shitty gas station ten minutes away from your brick townhouse. so, you would go and knock on the door and pray his dad wasn't home or that someone else would at least open the door. sat on the swings of your local park. when you feel confident enough, you told him things you had never told anyone. "even if you decide that you hate me one day in the future, never tell anyone this." you pleaded with him the first time. "why would i ever hate you?"

୨୧ ... staring at the ceilings when you held him in bed with his head on your chest, an act that left you with a quickened heart rate and colored face. if you were at his house, the ceiling would be stippled and cracked. his room wasn't unloved - far from it, actually. his family didn't have much and you quickly understood his room was loved and looked after, unlike the rest of his house.

୨୧ ... piggyback rides whenever you asked him to walk you home from parties you'd been out to. you were always tipsy and complaining, asking him to carry you. sliver eyeshadow and ripped fishnets under frayed black shorts, your cheek against his shoulder. you always asked him to run away with you, leave manchester - maybe even england - behind. "we could get an apartment, it'd be ours and we could decorate it however we wanted." he never paid much attention to your ramblings but the thought of spending the rest of your life with him was something you could only hope for, so why not ask when all your confidence was based on liquor?

୨୧ ... if he went to bed early or his father got to the phone before him and hung it up, you had to walk on your own, black jeans and beaded bracelets while trying to remember his address with your arms crossed. "twenty-five, twenty-six..." squinting at the house numbers while mumbling. when you found your way, you stood on the outdoor ac unit, knocking on his window. "can i come in?" it was asked before he could even open the window halfway, staring at him with a sluggish grin.

୨୧ ... bruises you run your fingers over and bloodied bandages you'd change for him. "your dad?" he never responded so you stopped asking. early mornings of sitting on the porch and helping him after getting the med kit from the family bathroom, the silence only being broken by your occasional sniffling from the cold. lilac and baby pink was your style and you treated him with the same softness as your color palette.

୨୧ ... using him as your human notepad whenever you were out with him. "palm." turned into a heads up, your glitter pen already piercing against his hand before he could even blink as wrote down numbers, addresses, even tab amounts you owed. "i'm preparing you for tattoos so you won't be a baby in the chair." you always joked.

୨୧ ... all it took was one bad day for an impulse to guide you to the train station. it was two a.m. and the last train to london left in five minutes. it all happened so fast and he barely processed any of it until you were buying the tickets, your left hand holding his right. the ceiling lights flickered and there was a blue hue coming from the train windows and open doors, purple graphic liner and lip gloss. "we shouldn't." you squeezed his hand. "of course we should." you scoffed, smiling. he let you drag him all the way to the train doors before he finally stopped. who would protect his mom? he was afraid of what his dad would do if he saw he was gone. you had gone back and forth, the overhead announcer telling the few remaining bystanders the train would leave in one minute. your throat tight, you set down your bag and let go of his hand. "i love you, okay? i love you a lot and i hate everyone but you, so just please come with me." but simon shook his head. you weren't gonna get off and he wasn't gonna get on, so you left him. standing on his sneakers, you went to kiss him, lips just barely touching and simon wished you did but neither of you closed the space. rather, you hugged him with a kiss on his cheek, lip tint and glossy material lingering. you grabbed your bag and without looking back, without a goodbye, you got on the train. you left him there in the cold, humid train station at two in the morning.

[jaexxie]

ೀㅤㅤ˳ㅤthis time I want you ㅤ𓊍ㅤㅤ╺

⎯ ROSÉ MOODBOARD ♡

[jaexiyu]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ꕤ better things to do in my time ⭒

[ynaszn]

﹐ 　　 ♡　 　kiss of life ˖

[lqvactually]

Tung Tung ʚɞ Riki x Reader

Masterlist | Pt1

ʚɞ Synopsis : Through your first and second years of college, Riki has been your best friend. He's supported you when no one else had and helped you make more friends than you could've on your own. However, you both struggle with knowing you like each other. And this party he's convinced you to go to? You can't see it going well.

ʚɞ TW : Drugs, drinking, violence, swearing, indirect mentions of sexual intercourse

ʚɞ Tags : University AU, best friends to lovers, kissing, hand holding, fluff, more fluff

“No.”

Riki groaned, shaking you violently. “Y/n, please, I don’t want to go alone.” You pulled away from his grasp, rolling your eyes. This was the nth time he’d asked you to go to Jay’s party, and you weren’t letting up. Personally, you disliked loud, crowded spaces and the drunk college students who came with them.

“You’re acting as if Heeseung and Wonie wouldn’t gladly get wasted with you. You have plenty of friends, Riki, you won’t be alone,” You said, pointedly. “Besides, I’ll be a killjoy.”

He was not satisfied with your words in any way, shape, or form. “Heeseung’s going to spend all his time throwing up in some bathroom, and Jungwon will disappear into a room with some girl for the rest of the night. I will be alone. Besides, I want to go with you.”

You pinched your nose bridge. “Nishimura Riki. I have responsibilities, I have a job. I can’t blow off work for a stupid-”

“You mean tutoring that little High School kid who obviously has a crush on you?” Riki raised his eyebrow. “C’mon, this’ll be so much more fun, and you know it.”

You did not know it. In fact, you would much rather endur Eunseok’s failing attempts at flirting than be surrounded by high ass hoes. But, you didn’t say that. 

“Riki,” You gave him a small smile, placing your arms around his neck, “My best, most amazing friend. I’ll go for you.”

He grinned like a dog who’d just been thrown a treat. 

“Really?”

“No.” 

You slammed your locker shut, throwing him an obscene gesture. “Suck my dick.”

“Y/n! C’mon.” He chased after you as you walked away, nearly dropping his books. “I’ll pay you to go. I’ll even find you someone to fill in for your job.”

“Well, that’s tempting…” You said with a smile, “But my job is paying me not to go, and I can finish Huckleberry Finn while Eunseok  does math.”

Riki’s face soured. “You don’t even have to drink. We can sit in the back the whole time-”

“Then what’s the point of going?”

He couldn’t refute this, but still, he pushed. “Okay, but…” You both stopped in front of your class. You shouldered your med bag, looking at him expectantly. “I don’t know, I don’t want to go with anyone but you.”

You allowed yourself a small smile at this. His bashfulness was cute. “Fine. But you owe me, and you better find me a fill-in for tutoring.”

A large grin spread across his face. “Of course. I’ll pick you up at eight?”

“Any later and I’m not going.”

“Deal.”

“I bet you’re going to a party. Let me come,” Eunseok huffed.

You rolled your eyes, pulling your phone away from your ear. “You are a child. You don’t need to be out partying.”

“I,” He scoffed, “Am going to university next year anyways. C’mon.”

“No. I’m having someone fill in tonight, that’s the only reason I’m calling.” You looked at yourself in the mirror, checking your makeup one last time. You’d opted for a simple, green dress, and you’d pulled your hair back into a slick ponytail. “Be good, Yuna is a good friend of mine.”

“Is she hot?”

“I’m hanging up!” You ended the call, glancing at the clock. Seven fifteen. You’d gotten ahead of yourself. Which was odd, seeing as you didn’t exactly care for this party.

Riki’s contact showed up on your phone screen, and you picked it up quickly. “Hello?”

His voice was smug on the other side. “I’m here.”

You glanced at the clock again. Time had (oddly) not magically passed. “It’s seven fifteen. Not eight.”

“You said I couldn’t be late not early. Besides, Jay wanted help with setup.”

You groaned. “That little shit. It’s his party. Why can’t he do it?”

“Because, we’re gonna drink all his booze. It’s the least we can do.”

“You’re gonna drink,” You scoffed. “You can help.”

“Fine,” He sighed. “Lets go get dinner then.”

“You’re paying?”

“Would you pay if I asked?”

“No.”

“Yup,” He laughed. “I’m outside, c’mon.”

You grabbed your bag quickly, hanging up on him to walk outside. Your heels hurt to run in, but you ignored it.

Riki was leaning against his mercedes casually in a leather jacket. He raised an eyebrow when you ran out, putting away the cigarette he’d been about to light. “You were quick.”

“You offered me food,” You scoffed, watching him open the car door for you. “Of course I was quick.” This brought out a light laugh from him.

“You’d marry food if you could.”

“Oh yes I would,” You wrinkled your nose. “Much more appealing than a man.”

“I’ll try not to take offense to that,” Riki sighed, sliding into the drivers seat. For a moment, he just looked at you, before letting himself smile softly. “You look…great.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

He nodded, shifting the car into drive. The rest of the way to dinner was a sort of awkward silence. It’d been a long time since you’d been alone together.

The last time had been a disaster. But perhaps this time could be better.

Full of tteok, you felt less inclined to make a break for it as you walked towards Jay’s much-too-big apartment. Your arm was linked through Riki’s, using him almost as a support structure. The music pounded through the walls, and the place wreaked of booze and pot.

“What if,” You said slowly, “We don’t go inside.”

“C’mon,” Riki elbowed you encouragingly. “You’re already here.”

“I don’t wanna be here though-” He knocked on the door. “DUDE?”

He grinned as Jay opened the door, shrugging. “Jay, wassup,” They did that weird thing that all boys do when they greet each other, and you cringed. 

“Hi Jay,” You mumbled.

He hugged you briefly before leading you through the door. “Dude, I thought you were gonna help us set up.” Jay offered Riki a cigarette and he accepted it with a smirk.

“This one didn’t let me,” He glanced at you, and you rolled your eyes.

“I didn’t even want to come, to be fair,” You bit back, glaring at him.

Jay rolled his eyes. “Of course you didn’t. Well, try to have fun since you are,” He raised an eyebrow at Riki. “And you, don’t get too high and start a fight again.”

It was Riki’s turn to roll his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, don’t you have hoes waiting for you or something?” He gestured to a group of girls in the corner staring at them. 

“Something you’ll never have,” Jay grinned.

“Now…” Riki said, sighing as Jay walked away.

You rubbed your temples. “You two disgust me. ‘Hoes?’ Really?”

He scratched the back of his head, walking towards the bar. “My bad.” You slapped the back of his head.

“Yeah your bad.”

Riki passed you a beer from the counter, scowling. “That was unnecessary.”

“Yes-”

You’re interrupted as a girl taps Riki on the shoulder. She’s tall with perfectly curled hair and captivating eyes. You watch her wearily as he turns to face him.

“Mina,” He said, cheerily. “How have you been?”

She grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck suggestively. “Good, good. Heeseung and Lia were going to start a game of beer pong, wanna be my partner?”

The stupid grin on his face sparked anger in you, the way she touched him made your face burn. You didn’t like this at all.

“Y/n…you wanna play?” He turns to you, but Mina pulls him back to face her.

“It’s…two on two.”

You force a head nod. “Go, I’ll be fine here.”

“See?” Mina’s sultry smile makes you want to punch her in the face. She begins to pull him away with her, but he glances back at you quickly.

“Don’t move,” He says seriously.

You laugh. “Had no plans to.”

But an hour ticked by, and then two. Riki had not come back. You’d taken to tasting every kind of alcohol Jay had to offer, and eventually, you’d settled on a bottle of gin (which you’d almost finished.)

“Waiting for someone?”

The voice was low, but cool. Welcoming. You turned to see a boy with sharp features and thick brows. He was very handsome, and his smile caught you slightly off guard. “I was,” You said, clearing your throat. “But he doesn’t seem to be coming back anytime soon.”

“How long have you been waiting?”

“Two hours.”

The boy raised an eyebrow. “He’s probably cheating.”

You choked on your drink, laughing. “He’s just a friend. And I have no doubt he’s making out with some random girl right now. I’m mostly here to drag him home later.”

“But is that fair to you?” He asked, leaning against the bar.

“I guess…not. I’m Y/n, by the way.”

He extended his hand, smiling brightly. “Sunghoon. I was wondering if you wanted to dance, and now that I know the boy who’s kept you here when you should be out there is just a friend…would you?”

You took one last sip of gin, smiling. “You know what? Why not.” You took his hand and let him lead you to the dance floor. The music drowned out any room for conversation. 

With Sunghoon (and the help of liquid courage), you began to realize why anyone would enjoy this. You swung your hips to the beat, laughing as Sunghoon did the same. Your hands clasped around his neck almost naturally, bringing him closer to you. 

Sunghoon leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Someone’s staring at you.”

You waved him off, yelling rather loudly, “Don’t care.” And you didn’t. 

Until that person heard you and grabbed your shoulder.

“Y/n, are you drunk? I told you to stay there.” Riki’s eyes flared as he looked at Sunghoon. “Did he get you drunk?”

You scoffed. “I drank because I had nothing to do for two hours. Hoonie just asked me to dance.”

“Hoonie?” There was nothing but malice in the boy’s voice. “We’re leaving.”

The music pounded in the background.

Lately I have been, for some reason, feeling lonely. Even though I’m always around you.

“What? Why do you get to decide that?” You hissed. “I’m having a good time, go make out with Mina again.”

The way you used to be, where has it gone now?

“I wasn’t making out with her!”

Before I knew it things had changed, being alone with you has now become awkward.

“Whoever the fuck you were with!”

I can’t see it anymore, the person I loved.

“Y/n stop being dificult let’s go.”

The person I was so familiar with.

Sunghoon stepped between you two, taking your hand. “Leave her alone. She obviously doesn’t want to go with you.”

Slowly, slowly, everything became blurry.

“What do you know?” Riki seethed, fists clenching.

I was too aware of everything, even being by your side doesn’t make my heart flutter.

“Stop!” You pulled away from Sunghoon, giving him an apologetic look. “Riki, just stop. I’ll go.”

An everyday with an unsaid goodbye.

“Y/n…you don’t have to-” Sunghoon started.

You gave him a soft smile. “It’s better if I do. I’ll see you around?”

Even when I’m filled with you, tung tung.

“Find me if he’s too much of an asshole,” Sunghoon whispers.

Your smile widens as Riki grabs your arm angrily. “I will.”

I’m empty.

[kvfii]

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[vintgedoll]

he was someone’s dream boy. — rodolfo parra, crush series.

crushing on younger! rudy would include :

୨୧ ... chipped baby blue polish on your nails while walking around the backyard, wedged flip flops continuously clicking as you talked to rudy on the house phone. your mother would watch you from the kitchen window while she washed the dishes, though in all reality she loved to pry into your social life. covering your mouth whenever he made you smile or laugh, he couldn’t see your flushed face but his words always made you shy.

୨୧ ... his arm around your waist or shoulders as you walked into the corner store, grabbing twin popsicles and using crumbled bills to pay for them. they never broke apart properly and one of you always ended up with the top part of the other popsicle. “here, take it!” rudy would practically force you to swap popsicles if he got the bigger popsicle – “no! keep it.” he would also force you to keep the bigger piece.

୨୧ ... midnight knocking on your bedroom window, asking if you wanted to hang out with him. whether it was a babydoll nightgown and exposed thighs or a cropped t-shirt and fuzzy pajama pants, you’d only grabbed your beat-up sneakers – never bothering to change – and climb down the roof with his help, catching you bridal style whenever you slipped off the roof. hands on your hips as he boosted you back up to the window, your hands gripping the window frame as you poorly climbed back in. “do you want your hoodie back?” rudy always gave up his jacket to make sure you were warm when you were with him on these nights out. “i’ll get it from you tomorrow.” but he never did, your closet filling up with his belongings.

୨୧ ... pink bikini and denim shorts, you'd sit on a smooth rock by the river and take pictures of everyone else with your digital camera. it was decorated in transparent stickers and a million photos of rudy were on the memory card. when you finally made the trek back to the main parts of the city, hair wet and one of your earrings missing, he'd buy you a glass bottle of coke and take the cap off for you but always stealing the first sips.

୨୧ ... shaky gasps between sobs and smudged eyeliner, crying to him about the latest thing that has hurt you. before the military hardened his hands, rudy’s hands were loving and you couldn't even fathom the thought of him using them for violence. those hands would run through your hair, his thumbs wiping away your tears while cupping your face.

୨୧ ... biking through the streets after the sun had gone down, head on his back and arms around his waist. your legs dangled off the side while you sat on the rear rack. neither of you said much during these rides, the orange streetlights giving everything a dreamy polish.

୨୧ ... sleeping in his room on the nights you wanted to be anywhere but home. his clothes never fit you but you still wore his well-loved shirts and looked at the ceiling as he got in next to you while still leaving a respectful gap. you hated that gap, always moving closer and putting your head on rudy's shoulder.

୨୧ ... kissing him for the first time after he walked you home, pale blue eyeshadow and a short tennis skirt. a habit of talking at the front door instead of parting ways blossomed but he was so distant that day, mostly humming responses and not meeting your eyes. you thought you did something wrong so you just bit your lip and started searching for your house keys, buried deep in your purse, readying yourself to say goodbye. "can i kiss you?" it was so quiet that you almost thought you imagined it, months of dreaming of him asking finally driving you mad. his face was reddened just enough to make it evident, delicate brown eyes now looking at you. you tried to bite back your smile but just couldn't. "please do." he treated you like porcelain, hands ghosting your cheeks before rudy hesitantly leaned in. he tasted sweet and his lips molded against yours so perfectly you swore that he was meant to be yours.

[jaexxie]

Seeing you tonight, Is a bad idea right ?

⎯ YUNA MOODBOARD ♡

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[lqvactually]

Tung Tung ʚɞ Riki x Reader

Masterlist | Pt2

ʚɞ Synopsis : Through your first and second years of college, Riki has been your best friend. He's supported you when no one else had and helped you make more friends than you could've on your own. However, you both struggle with knowing you like each other. And this party he's convinced you to go to? You can't see it going well.

ʚɞ TW : Drugs, drinking, violence, swearing, indirect mentions of sexual intercourse

ʚɞ Tags : University AU, best friends to lovers, kissing, hand holding, fluff, more fluff

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You pulled out of Riki’s grip as soon as you were outside, face burning with anger.

“What’s wrong with you, Y/n? You supposedly only came for me, and you don’t even drink. Yet here you were, grinding on some guy you barely know, drunker than I’ve ever seen you! You don’t get to ‘what the fuck’ me.”

A frustrated laugh left your lips, your hands going to grip your shoulders. “I waited for two hours, Riki. While you were off getting high and laid, I just sat there waiting for you. I deserved to have a little fun.” You gestured to his wet hair and new clothes. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

“I’m not high,” He growled, “And I didn’t get laid. Me and Hee took turns holding back the girls’ hair while they threw their guts up for two hours straight. I would’ve texted you, but Mina threw up all over me and wouldn’t stop.” Riki ran a hair through his hair, sighing. “Just…” His eyes traveled to your shivering figure and he removed his jacket, placing it over your shoulders. “Let me drive you home. I swear I didn’t drink.”

“That’s it? No apology?” You scoffed, shrugging him off. “I was actually enjoying myself-”

Riki’s face soured again, his anger returning full force. “You don’t even know him, Y/n. You know me. What did he even offer that I couldn’t?”

You shook your head. “Don’t start this Riki, I’m too drunk to have this conversation again.”

“No, we’re going to talk about it. What does he have that I don’t?” His voice began to break.

“Riki, stop.”

“Would you have shoved him off if he kissed you?”

“Riki, I said stop.”

“I won’t stop.”

You threw his jacket back at him, turning to walk back inside. “This, this is why I can’t deal with you.”

“Where are you going?” Riki grabbed your arm, but you shoved him off.

“Back to Sunghoon.”

His breath thinned as his anger thickened. At his sides, his fists were balled, and you stepped back, warry of his temper. “Don’t you dare.”

“You can’t control me, Riki,” You laughed, running your fingers through your hair. “I’m your friend, not your dog.”

“I never said you were.”

“But that’s how you’re treating me!” The desperation on his face was so intense you had to look away. You didn’t want to give in this time, you didn’t want to let him win. Not after this bullshit. “Look. We can talk in the morning when I’m sober, and you’re calm. Okay?”

He sighed, rubbing his face in his hands with frustration. “Let me take you home. I won’t talk, I won’t try anything. I just don’t want you with him. Please.” He offered out his jacket. “I promise.”

You snatched it from his hands, taking your heels off on the way to the car. “One sound and I’m getting out.

Never in your life had you experienced a headache this horrible. You were dizzy, your vision blurry. Your ears rang when you first sat up.

“Hey…” Riki walked in almost immediately, checking your forehead. “How do you feel?”

“Like I got hit by a fucking bus.” 

“That,” He sat next to you, offering you a glass of water. “Is unfortunately normal. But it’ll go away.”

You took the glass gratefully, sipping it slowly. Your eyes fluttered shut, trying to soothe the constant pounding in your skull. “I don’t wanna go to school today.”

“I know,” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you hid your face in his chest to block the light out. “I can stay with you.”

You groaned, banging your head against him. “It fucking hurts.”

“I know.”

He took care of you well, but silently. You could tell he felt bad about last night, and you almost felt bad too. By about five pm, your headaches had subsided and you’d thrown up only twice (which according to Riki was good, considering how much you drank.)

You were laying in the living room together watching TV, cuddled up under the blankets, your head on his chest. Untouched take out sat on the coffee table, both of you too cold to sit up and eat. It was nice. You liked this.

It reminded you of everything before that stupid incident. Before things like last night started happening. 

Your phone dinged, an unknown number showing up.

Unknown: Hey, it’s Sunghoon

A small smile crept on to your face. You hid your phone from Riki’s view.

You: Hey!

You: How’d you get my number?

Sunghoon: I asked jay for it after he finished throwing his guts up this morning.

You giggled slightly and Riki leaned over your shoulder to look at your screen.

“Who’s texting you?”

“No one.”

He raised an eyebrow. “It’s not no one, you’re giggling like crazy.” He snatched the phone from your hand, reading the texts. His face fell before you could snatch it back. “Oh.”

“I said it was no one,” Your voice was agitated.

“I don’t like him.”

“You don’t have too, I do.”

Riki laughed angrilly at the blatant attack, sitting up. “Y/n, I like you. I want you. I’m always there for you why do you want some…” He glares at your phone, “Some prick you just met?”

“Maybe,” You hiss, “Because he respects me and doesn’t just think about himself.”

“You kissed me back,” His voice cracked, all anger draining from his face. “I know it’s not just me, Y/n. I just hate…”

You put your face in your hands. “Riki, I really don’t want to ruin the relationship we already have. You know what happens, couples break up and they stop talking. I can’t lose you like that.”

“Not acknowledging how we feel seems to be ruining us a lot quicker,” He whispered. His thumb brushed against your cheek. “Please, Y/n. Forget him.”

You bit your lip. These past few months of knowing you weren’t the only one who wanted him, they were torture. Watching him get hit on by other girls, pretending you didn’t care. It all drove you insane. But still, the thought of losing him over a kiss or two? It scared you.

“What if it doesn’t work?” You mummble, placing your hand on his. 

“I’ll do everything in my power to make sure it does.” Riki’s eyes were soft, softer than you’d ever seen them (and you’d seen him look at puppies while on shrooms.) “Let me show you what we could be.”

You snorted at his cheesyness, but leaned into his touch. “One chance. Fuck up once, and I’m dumping your ass out in the middle of no where.”

He leaned down until your noses were touching. “Yes ma’am.”

Your breath hitched. Holy shit. 

Time seemed to slow down as his lips pressed softly against yours. Your first kiss had been desprate, unconventional. This was thoughtful and yet, it conveyed the same need as the former.

Your arms slipped around his neck and he moved until you were between his legs, trapped by his arms. Breathing was unecessary in that moment. All you needed was this, the warmth of his body and the heat of the moment.

Riki kissed you again and again until you were forced to pull back for the unfortunate essential need of air. Everything was spinning and you were quite sure you looked completely dumbfounded.

“That was really hot.”

You groaned, pushing Riki away playfully. “You really know how to ruin a fucking mood, don’t you, Nishimura?”

He shrugged, leaning down to kiss your nose. “Just saying what I know to be true.”

“I’m about to sock you in the face.”

“And what if I’m into that?”

“EW!”

“So you finally worked up some balls and kissed him,” Yuna snickered, sipping her iced coffee. “I just lost a bet, Y/n. You owe me an ounce of weed.”

You rolled your eyes, linking your arm through hers. “Why were you guys even betting on that anyways?”

“Because you two little hoes have been pining after each other since day one,” She scoffs, pushing you away. You should be offended by this, but you only smirk.

“Whatever.” You both walked through the mall in comfortable silence until you saw a black mercedes parked about twenty feet away. “That’s my ride,” You grinned, “See you later, Yuna!” Riki got out of the car, walking over to you leisurely.

Yuna wrinkled her nose, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, go make out with your little boyfriend. Leave me alllll alone.”

Riki put an arm around your shoulder, grinning. “Doesn’t sound half bad, now does it Y/n?”

You elbowed him in the stomach. Hard. “Bye Yuna!” You ignored your boyfriend’s pained grunts as he followed you back to his car.

“Was that necessary?”

You got in the passenger seat, buckling up as he shifted the car into drive. But before he could step on the gas, you placed a small kiss on his cheek.

“Shut up.”

He smiled, turning to kiss your lips instead. “Gladly.”

[yuyinesque]

SORCERER KILLA | “𝗌𝖾𝖾, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌? 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗌’𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.”

⚘ précis. ≡ you believed that your stomach was too corpulent to have a prominent belly bulge, and so the infamous sorcerer killer is here to prove you completely wrong.

⚘ disclaimers. ≡ chubby!fem, sub reader, top!fushiguro, belly bulge, fucking you sideways, overstimulation, squirting, degradation, overstimulation, irritated toji, cervix kisses, condescending praise, rough sex, implied breeding kink, implied size kink, face grabbing/slapping, mentions of pet names (baby; princess, cheeks; big girl), toji just love us fat bitches and i know it.

⚘ category. ≡ nsft smut headcanons.

⚘ wc. ≡ 876.

𖦥 m.list. oc.list

🧷 chubby!lover toji who caught you in a crabby state, likely over something mere once more—or perhaps his definition of mere. but of course, as the role of a lover, he checked in with a tease, grabbing your chunky face with his lusty hand that practically covers your whole face, grinning in contentment as he watches you pout when he squeezed and kneaded into your cheeks both attentively and aggravatingly. — “the matter, cheeks? talk to me.. want my attention? or you’re just bleeding again?”

🧷 chubby!lover toji who listens to you hesitantly explain a twitter video that appeared on your timeline, which consisted on a man fucking into his woman to the point where his dick was hammering beneath her lower stomach, bulging to the point where it looked as if it was going to emerge. you couldn’t help but wonder if you couldn’t receive similar treatment because of your rubenesque physique, which would potentially alter the vision that you want. this didn’t sit right with toji in the slightest.

🧷 chubby!lover toji who took it as a challenge, but you insisted that it wouldn’t work! your tummy was simply too fat, and so it will not be seen! though, he was simply too obstinate to listen to your explanations, not to mention miffed that you believed that his dick wasn’t big enough to leave imprints within your soul. because of this, he lifted you effortlessly underneath your dimpled thighs without a need to grunt before tossing you onto the bed, prompting a stunned huff from you instead.

🧷 chubby!lover toji who was fucking into your fat, inundated lips with phenomenal speed, eliciting both thunderous claps to resound within the vicinity and hellacious wails that escaped your pained throat. your dimpled, stretch mark-embedded thighs undulated with each aggressive thrust as well as your stomach which also inured a similar feeling. he was fucking you sideways mercilessly as he watches your slobbery and marked tits bounce arrythimically on your chest, not to mention that your upper lips seemed to be drooling almost as much as your lower ones. your cries were subtly muffled due to the fact that his hand was back on your face, fettering it tightly to the point where you were sure that you’d feel the pain in your jaw on a later date. — “s’too much—mmagh! a-aah! mmh, mmh, mm—tojiiii baby, ffuuuck…!”

🧷 chubby!lover toji who takes pride in your noises and takes it as a sign to fuck into your harder, watching you choke and sputter pleas as you squirted all over his lower half for the fourth time this evening. your eyes slammed shut due to the overstimulation, your pants heightened and pitched as you struggled to get a good breath. instinctively, he gave your face a harsh slap before grabbing it up again, a known implication to keep your eyes on him, which forced a loud whine from you. you were beginning to believe that he’s forgotten the primary objective. — “uh uh, eyes on me… atta girl, fuck… big girl taking it like a big whore…”

🧷 chubby!lover toji whose midnight-hued hair glued to his perspiring face, whose tongue was slivering down your exposed neck, and whose teeth sunk back into your tit, marking what was his and what will remain his for eternity. finally giving you a moment, he dropped your leg and adjusted you so that you were on your back, breathing manically with subtle whimpers in between when he gradually began pulling out. his roseate tip tapped against your tumescent clit causing your body to jolt each time and for him to gutturally groan. he then took your chubby hand before placing it under your pudge, pressing it against your cervic area with a cocky smirk.

🧷 chubby!lover toji who slowed his strokes for a moment, watching his cum create some spillage, prompting him to fuck it back into you so you could stay full of it. you clenched tightly in realization when you felt his dick underneath the layers of your skin, moaning lowly at the sensation once the tip kissed the cervix in an awfully gentle manner. he tapped your hand a few times to indicate he wants you to keep feeling him, and you wanted nothing more than to obey with a mindless smile plastered onto your tear-stained face. — “see, princess? focus, and you’ll feel it s’more. wanna feel what’s yours in this pretty, fat pussy, huh? want it harder?”

🧷 chubby!lover toji who watched you nod subconsciously at the thought, whimpering in protest once he pulled out to slap his dick against your clit a few more times just to fuck with you. besides, when he stalls this much, he wants you to put it back inside for him; he loves that shit. you did just that, your wet eyes gazing up at him as you reached down with your free hand to assist him, biting down onto your bottom lip as you smiled puckishly, tiredly. just that look alone ignited more urges to ruin you, and once he felt your voracious walls clasp around him, his hands grabbed onto your thick thighs before slamming his hips back inside of you, regressing to fucking you senseless yet again.

yuyinesque | translate with permission & peruse without theft.