#i miss them so bad it aches! i want to cry in their lap again! i want to tell them about everything! i want the world to stop ending!

[chappelroans]

missing someone bad for you

trista mateer / trista mateer / sue zhao / u.k / u.k / clementine von radics / trista mateer

[gimmeurtmi]

your pregnant crocheting hc had me thinking 👁️ so you know pregnancy brain? Is when pregnant women experience memory loss, lack of concentration and more emotional sensitivity (and more crying) so imagine minho or seungmin trying to keep up with their usual banter/menace/tsundere tendencies with their partner and it goes terribly wrong or backfires

i am deeply familiar with such symptoms yes 😅 (you can get pregnancy brain from any influx or imbalance of estrogen and/or progesterone so i personally experience this a lot so this was very self indulgent djhgfs) i chose seung for this because i felt like he’s more likely to accidentally cross the line than mimo but if you want his version too let me know 🥹

(warnings; swearing, pregnant!reader, tears, slight angst, seungmin is a tsundy dumbass)

“hey, baby,” you yell into the living room as you rummage around the blankets looking for your phone. “is my phone there?”

seungmin and you were supposed to go out for a walk ten minutes ago but you couldn’t seem to find your shoes and then your second earring went missing and now your phone. you kept losing everything lately.

there’s no answer and you’ve already moved the pillows around three times but it’s nowhere. you don’t have any pockets, you’ve already checked your bag. “seung!!!”

“what?” he walks in, eyebrows raised at you.

“can you please help me?” you huff out, “i can’t find my phone and you aren’t helping.”

seungmin laughs loudly, deep and meaningfully like he does when he successfully teases his friends. you don’t really find any part of this funny.

“seung, this isn’t funny!!” you whine, “the bubble tea place is going to close in like,” you tap the phone in your hand, showing its ten minutes before their closing time, “in ten minutes and you said we’d go there but we won’t make it in ten minutes if i can’t find my fucking phone!”

“bubs, are you being serious?” he asks, eyebrows frowning in slight concern. you throw your hands up in the air.

“if you aren’t gonna help me just go on your walk alone then,” you groan, huffing before you sit down on the bed, looking left and right to try and find a hint of where your phone went off to.

“would it really be that hard for you to call me so i can find it?” you glare at him.

“nah,” he chuckles, “i’d like to see this one play out.”

“why are you being like this?” you sigh, looking up at him. seungmin just shrugs, the way he always does, but there’s a slight teasing smirk on his face.

usually, you know why he’s smirking like that at you. there’s some joke, some dance of his that you try and follow while you exchange banter between each other (and maybe throw in a few kisses to the mix). but right now you can’t seem to remember exactly what the conversation was about and if you started teasing him first but it kinda felt like he was laughing at you and you didn’t really like that. you look away from him, feeling suddenly exposed under his gaze.

you take in a deep breath as you pointedly ignore seungmin’s eyes on you. he’s studying you closely but you don’t really get why, and by now you’re sure the bubble tea place is closed and you’ve been craving it so badly for the past ten minutes you think you won’t ever eat again until you can satisfy the need for the softly popping tapioca pearls in your mouth. it’s too late now.

you feel your nose stinging lightly as tears gather up in your eyes. you blink them away, tonguing your cheek to try and calm yourself. you’ve already looked everywhere for your phone and your husband is being insufferable and not helping and your thighs burn all the time and your lower back has a constant dull ache in it and nothing ever makes it better and you want bubble tea so fucking bad.

you’re snapped out of your thoughts when you feel a small vibration in your lap.

it’s your phone. your phone!!!!

you jump up, eyes wide as you try and recall just how long it’s been in your lap (did seungmin put it there for you without you noticing?) but before you get to rush over him to thank him you see why the phone vibrated in the first place. a text message.

bubs’ hubs: pabo

your eyebrows frown, reading the message a few times. “you think i’m stupid?”

“what?” seungmin’s jaw practically drops to the floor. he blinks at you.

“you saw the phone was here this whole time and you let me get worried and waste our time just so you could call me stupid?” you feel the familiar stinging back as you blink quickly to stop the sting away. all it does is obscure your vision when the big drops start clinging onto your lashes.

“you’re not stupid,” seungmin says, quietly.

“but you just said i was, you could’ve said here’s your phone but what you said is stupid.”

“no, it wasn’t as like ‘stupid’ i meant pabo like affectionately you know, like how i say you’re annoying and i hate you and stuff?” he raises his eyebrows hopefully, dipping his head enough to look directly into your eyes. you see his own brown ones fill with worry when he sees just how much you’re crying.

“i’m annoying and you hate me…” you confirm quietly, walking past seungmin and into the living room. you didn’t realise seungmin thought that about you, but it was best to have everything out in the open you guess.

“what else?” you say when you feel seungmin following you. “am i ugly? do you think i’m mean and hopeless?”

“no, no, no,” seungmin quickly grabs your wrist, cupping your fingers in both of his large hands. “you misunderstood.”

“because i’m stupid,” you agree.

“no!” seungmin huffs. “you just couldn’t find the phone, it’s okay.”

“but you texted saying t—“

“—i texted so you’d find it. i thought it would make you laugh because objectively it is kinda silly to look for your phone when you’re holding it,” you feel more tears slip down your cheeks, “and you’re super cute when you’re silly.”

you squeeze his hands softly.

“seung,” you feel a sob rip through your chest, “my bubble tea.”

“i know,” he soothes, squeezing your hand tightly, “i’ll get you one from somewhere else?”

you nod quickly. seungmin affirms with a low hum and kisses your forehead, but you recoil.

“hey,” he lets out softly.

“i don’t, i don’t get why i’m annoying,” you shake your head, wiping away at your stubborn tears.

“you aren’t,” seungmin whines, jumping in place a few times. “i was just teasing!”

“but why would—“

“—because i’m the pabo, okay? i didn’t realise it was over the line. i just wanted to make my bubs laugh.”

“it wasn’t funny,” you stubbornly mumble.

“i know. bad puppy,” he frowns at you, or more like himself, and you giggle at the way his bottom lip sticks out.

he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly as he sways the pair of you from side to side. seungmin feels bad, awful even, for disregarding how emotional you might be. especially now while carrying his child for him. so he kisses you softly, the kiss stretching over a couple of minutes, before he quickly orders you the bubble tea you wanted and insists on cuddling you until he’s forgiven. he already is, you aren’t really so sure why you were that upset at something pretty trivial, but the tears kept coming and you couldn’t help them.

seungmin kisses them away regardless of how embarrassed you were by the whole thing, and then he presses a soft kiss on your belly too.

[sinsmockingbird]

Considering people are saying to share the Omegaverse and Monster Fucking ideas swirling around in my head again, I suppose I can write a few quick thirsts for a small Halloween Special. Enjoy some degeneracy that came to me in the middle of the night.

CW: Smut (Omegaverse & Monster Fucking) under the cut

✧ OMEGAVERSE

Ningguang being an Alpha that bought you, a cute little Omega that's so quick and willing to please your Alpha in anyway they want. Being commonly seen by Ningguang's side, on your knees and waiting for whatever she wanted you to do.

She wanted you under her desk sucking her cock? Done, you'll have it stuffed so far down your throat that you'll gag with every little movement she makes. She decides she wants to pin you to her desk and mercilessly fuck you? You'll let her manhandle you however she pleases, making sure to not keep your voice quiet, letting everyone know whose Omega you are.

Kelvin being your sweet little Omega that's always willing to serve you, her Alpha, in anyway that you desire. She'll cockwarm you whenever and however long you want. She one time allowed you to stay shuffled close to her, your cock buried in her cunt as she made food.

She can be seen sitting on your lap, arms wrapped around your shoulders and face buried in your neck. On lookers would assume that you two were a couple having a cute moment together, but in reality your cock was shoved into her pussy, cockwarming you under the pretty skirt she wore that day.

✧ MONSTER FUCKING

Zoya who takes great care of her little Omega, especially when you go into heat. She'll make sure you'll have a perfect nest to bundle yourself in when your heat hits you, filled with all sorts of things that have her scent. She mainly made this after coming home from a mission for the Legion, finding you in your shared bed that you made into a makeshift nest in the middle of your heat.

From then on Zoya made sure to be there for everyone of your heats, making reminders for herself when it gets closer, because she doesn't want to leave her little Omega all alone and in pain like that again. She'll make sure your comfortable in your nest before she'll tend to you.

She'll have you laying on your back, with her over you as she ruts into your aching cunt. She makes sure to vum deep inside you, to ensure your bred. She'll continue until you really can't take anymore, and then she'll stay buried inside you while kissing you and giving you praises and wrapping you up protectively in her arms.

Yae Miko going into an intense heat that leaves her not in control of herself. So she'll hide herself away into a deep cave away from any people to try and wait this heat out, only for you to go looking for her when her Shrine Maidens report her missing. You end up stumbling upon her in her feral form, overcome with desire and need.

Her mind is so clouded by lust that she doesn't realize the person there is you. So she attacks, pining you to the ground, growling and snapping, but no death ever comes. Instead you find your clothes torn off your body, leaving you bare for Miko's feral eyes.

Next thing you know, your being brutally fucked, bred, and knotted by Miko, her feral form pinning you to the ground, growls and whines escaping her mouth as she finally gets relief. The next morning Miko wakes up back in her human form, covered in dirt laying in the cave with you wrapped in her arms, naked and with her cock still buried deep inside you.

Stelle being an oversized werewolf that constantly wants to feel you wrapped around her cock. They're always whining and pawing at you in need that you'd think they were constantly in heat. But no, they were simply addicted to the feeling of your walls being wrapped around their aching cock.

Cockwarming them as punishment, not allowing them to move a muscle. They're whining and crying into your neck, begging through broken sobs to allow them to start moving inside you. You'll either ignore them or tell them that this is what bad dogs get.

Shalom who enjoys nothing more than drinking on your blood whenever she pleases. Being her obedient little blood bag that will sit on her lap, your neck or wrist on display for her to sink her fangs into whenever she pleases.

But as soon as you allow them to move, they're rutting into you with sloppy thrusts, pining you below them as they're clouded with lust. They'll make sure to fill you up with extra cum.

She'll finger fuck you as she drinks your blood, leaving you whining mess until you pass out from overstimulation and blood loss. During these times she'll stop feasting and will just continue to finger your sleeping form until you cum a few more times for her, satisfying her hunger with your sweet cum.

[luveline]

Hiiiiii!!! Since it’s back to school season you should write a blurb where Steve and Reader get emotional sending Avery to school for the first time in your KBD universe!!

thank you for your request ♡ kisses before dinner —you and steve have a tumultuous morning on avery's first day of school. mom!reader, 3k

"Oh, fuck," Steve mumbles into his pillow, cheek wet with drool. "Shit." He drags his face up to look at the alarm clock for the third time that morning, having slept on and off for hours. He can't believe he's awake again. 

"I think you have to admit defeat," you say softly from the vanity. Steve turns, finds you sitting slouched with a brush in your hands, applying powder to your cheek carefully. "I couldn't sleep either." 

Steve groans at his ever present back ache and sits up. The comforter falls down into his lap, his naked chest exposed. He scratches at his collarbone mindlessly. "You think it'll be really hard?" he asks, knowing you'll know what he's saying. You always do. 

You put down the brush, turning a very sympathetic smile his way. "I think it will be awful. But you'll be okay, Steve. She needs to go. And she's excited!" You nod toward Avery's room. "Can't you hear her?" 

Steve gets up without checking for himself. He slinks out of your bedroom and onto the landing, where Avery's door is ajar. 

"Hey," he says, opening the door with his foot. "You okay?" 

Ash blonde hair like a riot around her face and pyjamas in disarray, Avery sees Steve in the doorway and beams, doing a wiggly half dance by her dresser. "Daddy! It's my first day at school!" 

"I know," he croons, or attempts to, his voice still hoarse from sleep. "I'm just gonna shower, and then we'll start getting ready. You hungry?" 

"Are you still gonna do my hair like mommy's?" she asks. 

"Yeah, just like mom's." 

Steve's reassured by her smile even if he's feeling about as anxious as the day he found out you were pregnant the first time (ecstatic, terrified, in love and bricking it). He showers in three minutes, an expert in the art of wicked fast washing and in anticipation of Dove's imminent waking. Sure enough, he's crossing the landing back to the master bedroom with a towel around his waist when a cry sounds from behind him.

You appear in the doorway dressed for work and somehow prettier than you were yesterday. It doesn't fade no matter what people say, Steve still has a huge crush on you, and it feels like a gift to have you stroke a line down his tacky arm as you pass. 

"I have it, handsome." You take a step back and he pauses on instinct. Your hand cups his face. "It won't be as bad as you're thinking. I promise." You stroke his cheek. "Yeah?" 

"I'm fine," he lies. 

Dove cries louder. You take your hand back. "Okay. Get dressed. I'll make breakfast." 

Steve does as he's told. Bethie tries to barge into the bedroom while he's changing, and he laughs at her dejected sigh. "It's not opening," she says, nearly three and a half and sounding it, her voice still cutely disjointed. 

"I'm just getting dressed, Beth. Mommy's making breakfast, you want waffles or something?" 

"I can't get down the stairs," she mumbles. Steve almost misses it. 

He throws a shirt on and yanks a comb through his hair. Bethie's standing expectantly by the door when he opens it, your image completely. Steve's seen the rare baby photo of you and he's surprised every time; you could switch it out with a photo of Bethie and he's sure he wouldn't notice, though her nose might look a little different. 

"Hey, pretty girl. Trapped?" 

"They'd left me up here with you," she says. 

Talkative this morning, he thinks. "I can see that. Excuse me then, babe, and we'll get this gate open." 

Steve hates the baby gates. He doesn't think they're necessary, but he knows he'd think that until the day one of his poor girls took a dive. You hate them too for being so finicky. Maybe in a couple of months when Dove's walking you'll take them down. 

He opens the gate and takes a few steps, holding a hand out for Bethie. Fingers wrapped around hers, they descend the stairs and approached the second dreaded baby gate where Avery's waiting. She pinches the lock and pulls up the handle for them surprisingly easily. 

"Thank you," he says to her, stepping over the lip of it and assisting Beth down those last few steps. She wobbles. 

"Dad, when can we get ready?" Avery asks. 

Steve checks his watch. "Uh, soon as you finish breakfast." 

"I finished already."

"No you didn't!" you call. "Come on! Come and eat this egg before it goes cold." 

"I wanted a waffle," Avery says. 

"Don't tell me, tell your mom. I'm sure she'll make you something else."

Avery spirits away. Steve watches her go and decides maybe he can't do this after all, sweeping Bethie into his arms to hug close to his chest. "Don't grow up, Beth. Promise?" 

She looks at him lovingly. "Promise." She offers her tiny pinky. 

You're not so stressed in the kitchen. Or, Steve may not think so. Inside you're a ball of agony. You're acting as normal as you can, knowing Steve will take the change harder; he's spent almost every hour of every day with Avery for nearly six years, to suddenly have her gone will feel wrong, and strange, and achy. 

He'll understand how you feel going to work every day. Missing your family becomes a second feeling that trails behind you, not always sad, but there nonetheless. You'll be sitting at your desk wishing a little back was pressed to your chest, or that there were a hand in your hair. Or, when things are especially boring, you long for a whiny shout, "Mommy!" said over and over. 

It isn't his fault, of course, and it's not even the thing that's hurting. Just. Avery's getting older no matter how much you wish she'd stay the same, for a day, an hour. If you could just stop time and hold her for a bit, you'd feel better. 

Time doesn't stop. You make her a waffle and eat her cold egg, Dove spits up on your blazer and you have to get changed. Steve struggles to get Avery ready in her bedroom while Bethie crowds his legs, and you can't help. Your second blazer has a peach juice stain and the third has been personalised with a blue marker. You can't find anything to wear. 

You scrub the spit up off of the shoulder in the bathroom and trudge to Avery's room to ask Steve if he can tell. 

Avery's standing in front of her mirror, and she looks perfect. 

And she looks so old.

Surprise spreads like a bruise, like you've been winded, a flat palm pressing with force against the gentle structure of your diaphragm. You grip the blazer in your hands until the fabric squeaks, eyes on Avery's hair, her shoulders, her new dress and shoes. She spins on her heels when she sees you in the mirror and poses proudly. 

"Doesn't it look nice, mommy?" she asks. 

You frown at her. Your breath catches in your throat, your eyes turning warm, your whole face. "You look really nice, sweetheart," you say, blinking to dispel the moisture in your eyes before it can turn to tears."Daddy did a good job." 

"Are you okay?" Avery asks. 

You try to turn your frown to a smile, the expression one Avery isn't used to seeing. Panicked, she looks to Steve, who's already looking at you tenderly. 

"I'm sorry," you say. It aches in your cheeks. Being a parent means hiding how you feel when it's bad, but you're grasping at the air for a reassurance that isn't there. She's never going to stop getting older. And this is a beautiful thing in reality. 

Right now, it's terrifying. 

"You look lovely," you say, swiping at tears as they tip. "I'm really sorry, Avery, I'm okay. You look so beautiful, honey." 

Steve crouches down by Avery's side, hands on her waist. "This is going to sound silly, because you're so excited about going to school, but me and your mommy are just a little sad." 

"You're sad because I'm going to school?" Avery asks. 

You nod, shame-faced, "A bit." 

"Well, I won't go," she says in confusion.

You close the distance between you and hold her chin in your hand. "You have to go! I want you to go, I promise. I want you to meet new friends, and learn new things. I can't wait for you to see the whole world." 

"Then why are you crying?" she asks. 

You push your thumb into the corner of her mouth and make her smile. "You'll understand when you're older," you say. 

She groans. "Mom, I want to know now." 

"I can't explain it." You kiss her soft forehead. "Sorry." You kiss her forehead again. "Sorry. You really look beautiful, and I know you're going to have a good day. They won't know what to do with you." 

You arranged to start work late so you can see her off for her first day and help if drop off becomes too much for Steve to do alone. Now that Avery's old enough for school, she'll need to be dropped off and picked up everyday, and your working hours don't allow for you to do it. This means Steve will have to get all three girls ready every day. They can't wait in the car by themselves. It's a lot more than he's used to doing, which isn't to say he doesn't keep his girls clean and clothed in fresh jammies. He takes them grocery shopping and to the movies and Aunt Robin's house by himself all the time, it's not a difficult task (most of the time) but it takes work. It's going to be a lot for him. 

He can do it, obviously. You just wish you could be more helpful. You tried to talk your boss into an earlier start time so you could finish in time to grab Avery and save him the trip, but it meant you'd start work at 6AM. Nobody would be there to let you in, and it was deemed 'unfeasible'. 

You worry about it on the ride there. Three girls in car seats, you in the front, they're hard to handle. Avery's far away in the very back, the third row, while Dove whines in the second, Bethie behind you asking if she can come and sit in your lap. 

"Sorry, lovely. Two minutes, okay? Two minutes and we'll be there." 

Steve shouts over your placating, "How are you feeling, Avey-Bear?" 

"I feel good, dad!" 

"It's the left entrance, right?" Steve asks you. 

"Yeah, with the big crayon mural. Dove, I know! I can see it! Is it too tight? Let mommy have a look." 

You lean through the seats. Steve takes a hand from the wheel to hold your side up and stop you from collapsing forward as you fiddle with Dove's seat straps. This chaos cannot be a good sign, you think.

You pull into the lot. Kids are everywhere, hundreds of them flooding toward the elementary school like ants carving paths through grass and sidewalk. The air smells like pine trees as you step out of the car. 

While grizzly, you're pleased to find that your girls look good. Smart, well-loved. You grab Bethie, her seat behind yours, and Steve takes Dove. Avery unclasps her own car seat and climbs over the second row to slide out by your legs. 

"Nice job, babe," you say, holding up your hand. Avery high fives you. 

Soon as Steve's ready, you take Avery's hand with Bethie perched as a heavy weight on your hip. She's too big to need carrying and you'll have to put her down sooner rather than later, but for now you hold her, mind racing as she asks, "Mommy, do I go with Avery?" 

"No, sweetheart, I'm sorry. Avery's going by herself." 

And what the fuck? you think, looking down at Avery where she squeezes your hand, the skirt of her dress swishing side to side as she skips. How can she be doing this by herself? She doesn't seem old enough. How can anybody expect her to do this? 

Bethie rests her cheek on your shoulder. "That's OK. I want to be with you." 

She's not going to be pleased in another half an hour, then, but that's a future problem. 

Steve trudges behind you like a man walking to his death. You're not exaggerating when you think to yourself about how pale he's gone, his cheeks devoid of any colour. 

You follow the path past the school gates and into its playground. Most kids stay waiting with their parents while younger ones crowd the jungle gym, though there are some you recognise from playgroups and the local playground. You've accidentally cut it a bit close, not expecting the girls to be as hard to get into the car as they'd been, and the bell rings to call everyone inside only thirty seconds later. 

Children call goodbye to their parents. Avery had an orientation day a little while ago and knows where she has to go, but for the first time that morning, she hesitates. 

"You okay?" Steve asks her. 

She looks between you both and her sisters with a funny kind of smile. Altogether too grown up. "Will it be okay?" she asks. 

"What, school?" he asks. "School is going to be awesome. You are going to have so much fun." 

She licks her lips, thinking. You step forward ro fuss with her hair, every bit of it perfect. She looks up into your face and you plaster a smile over your worries. The longer you look at her, the more authentic it becomes. 

"You make things amazing everywhere you go. School won't be any different," you promise. 

"Quick, kiss before you go to the classroom," Steve says. 

You get yours first. Avery goes on tiptoes to kiss you, then Bethie, who laughs. Steve crouches down to get his, stealing a too-long hug with her as Dove wriggles under his arm. 

"Love you." Steve pats her shoulder. "See you in a couple of hours. We'll go get a treat for you being this brave." 

Avery holds her lunchbox to her stomach and nods excitedly. "Okie dokie. I love you." She waves at Dove. "Bye-bye, Dove." 

Dove looks at Avery like she's an alien. Her confusion lasts, lips puckering into a pout as Avery races toward the school door and disappears from view. 

"Ready to go?" you ask Steve gently. 

"I think I'll just… we'll just wait for a bit, in case she forgot something."

You fight another wave of heat as it gathers behind your eyes. Steve looks so sad that it's making you sad too. "Sure, honey. Let's wait a bit." 

You aren't expecting Avery to have actually forgotten something, but she rockets from the door looking terrified. Steve seems surprised that she really needed something too, though he doesn't waver. 

"We're still here," he calls as she runs up to you. 

"Dad," she says, breathless, putting her hand on his knee, "what do I say?" 

"To who?" 

"To the other girls!" 

Steve rubs her cheek with a forefinger fondly. "Hello is a good start. You could say… Hi, I'm Avery Harrington. I have two little sisters, a pet fish, and my favourite colour is lilac." 

She nods like she thinks this is a great idea. "I'm Avery, and I have two sisters and my fish and my favourite colour is lilac," she repeats verbatim. "What about you and mom?" 

Steve blinks, pleased. "Uh." 

You grin, saying, "What about, my mom and dad are best friends?" 

Avery nods again, little chin dipping severely. "My mom and dad are best friends. Okay. Okay, thank you, I'm going back now." 

Steve steals another kiss before she can run off. "Have a good day, honey."

"I will!" she shouts, spinning on her heel. You listen to her leave, her lunchbox making a metallic clicking sound, her shoes squeaking on paving stones. 

She's gone a full minute before either of you attempt to leave, a strange silence between you. Eventually Steve wraps his arm around your shoulders, and you make your way back to the car. 

"You okay?" you ask him. 

He's pink around the eyes, but he says, "I'm okay. She looked really excited, right?" 

You kiss his cheek. "It'll be alright." 

"I know. Just feel really fucking weird." 

Bethie claps a hand over her mouth with a little pop. Steve imitates her, eyes glowing with bemusement. "Who said that?" he asks. 

She giggles in that syrupy way kids do when they know they're doing something naughty. "That's a bad word." 

"I'm allowed one bad word today, Bethie. They said so." 

"Who?" Bethie asks. 

Steve shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know. You expect me to know everything, little miss, how'm I supposed to know everything?" 

Bethie wraps an arm behind your neck. 

"What's he doing to you?" you ask, arms on fire from carrying her this long and with no intent to put her down. "Daddy's not being very nice, is he? Asking my little girl all these big questions." 

Your soft crooning has her like jelly in your arms. Steve relaxes in turn looking at her, his hands petting at Dove's back. "They're ganging up on me," he says to her, in a similar sweet tone, searching Dove's face for some affection. "You're not going to pick their side, are you?" 

Dove pouts for a kiss. 

Steve is ecstatic, Dove never so generous. He kisses her gently, and rubs his forehead against hers to tickle her with his hair. 

"Mommy's gotta go to work," you remind him. 

"Do you?" he asks, not looking up from Dove's affection. 

"Unfortunately." 

"They're taking my girls from me one by one. I thought missing you every day was bad enough, now I don't get my Avery… I hate everything." 

"I know. It doesn't feel this awful all the time, I promise." 

He makes a grateful sound. "I'll take your word for it. Thanks, honey." 

You squeeze his bicep. "You're welcome." 

[slowburningechoes]

jewelry of every kind

no thoughts except Spencer wearing MGG’s rings…

Summary: Spencer tries out wearing more accessories and you decide to show him just how much you love them.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: 18+ Content (NSFW/NSFM), smut, hand kink, finger sucking, choking, fingering, piv sex

Word Count: 1.3k

“Those are new,” you say, motioning to Spencer’s hands as he skims through the contents of a file with sleep.

Scattered across his fingers were four golden rings of various sizes and shapes, but the one that took you by surprise most was the large round pinky ring.

“Hm,” he mumbles, jolting is head up from his work, his sleepy eyes meeting yours. “Oh, these? I’ve always had them sitting around, I figured it was probably time I wore them.” Then, he went back to his work.

You cozy yourself onto the couch cushion beside where Spencer was still hunched over, running his lengthy fingers down each page. Normally, this alone was enough to do you in, but the addition of how his hands looked donning jewelry made your head spin.

“I like them,” you caught his right hand as he reaches the end of a page, bringing it up to your face, “a lot…”

Before Spencer could switch his brain off from work mode, you had taken his thumb into your mouth and began to suck on it with just enough pressure to make his nerves stand on end.

The paper still in his free hand fell onto the coffee table and an uncontrollable gasp came from his lips.

"Oh it's like that?" Spencer inquired, watching you intensely as you looked at him with wide pleading eyes.

"Mhm," you hum, causing a vibration that ran up from his thumb and up to his neck. "Makes me want them inside of me so bad."

Without warning, Spencer draws you to straddle his lap and into a passionate kiss. As his tongue found his way into your mouth to explore, his fingers drifted to part your robe where he discovered your bareness underneath.

"God, y/n... nothing underneath?" he asks, slipping a finger down your slit and feeling your warmth already pooling. "And so wet for me already."

His finger dips further into your center and the cool metal of one of his rings brushes against your clit, eliciting an instinctive moan to cry from your throat.

"Does it feel good, angel?" Spencer purred, slipping another finger in and curling them to hit your sensitive spot.

Another cry bellowed from your lips, throwing your head back in the process. "Yes, yes so good, Spence."

The arch of your back made your robe come completely undone, revealing your swollen breasts. Without missing a beat, Spencer brought his mouth to one of them, biting them gently. As he did so, his fingers pumped in and out of you faster, the metal providing a stinging cold sensation against the heat growing from your wetness and the friction. You feel an ache begin to grow in your abdomen and pressure build as he increases the dexterity of his fingers, eventually you find your release around them slicking his fingers with even more of your arousal.

As you come down from your high, Spencer slowly removes his fingers and brings them to your parted lips with a devilish grin. You run your tongue in between them, your arousal coating your tongue before taking his digits completely in your mouth, nearly touching the golden accessories that had started your obsession.

Your cum tasted musky and sweet upon your tongue, but you wanted so desperately for Spencer to taste it, too - so you kissed him deeply, gliding your tongue against his.

"You always taste so good, baby," he growls, the feeling of his erection growing underneath you.

"Mmm, you know what? I've been wanting to wear a certain piece of jewelry again for awhile," you state, unbuckling his pants while grinding against him lightly.

Spencer could hardly form words with you touching his bulge, but he managed to croak, "W-which one is that?"

As you pulled his pants completely to the ground, springing his cock up to his navel, you leaned in to whisper, "Your hand as my necklace."

A guttural groan escaped him and it sounded like a melody to your ears. You glided your folds on top of his erection before sinking down on him at an achingly slow pace, causing Spencer to firmly grasp one of your ass cheeks and the other to grip the back cushion of the couch.

When you reached the point of being completely full of him, Spencer suddenly began to fuck up into you with growing force and pace. Taking you by surprise, you whimper and attempt to regain your pace by placing your hands upon his braced chest. Without warning, his hand shoots to clasp around your throat, squeezing gently.

"Is this what you meant, angel?" he asked, adding extra pressure and thrusting into you with more force.

You let out a desperate moan and respond, "Y-yes, sir. Doesn't it look so pretty on me?"

"Yes," Spencer rubs his thumb against the peak of your throat and admires it as he speaks. "It looks like it was made for you."

The pressure of his hand around your throat makes your arousal grow and drip down onto the base of his cock freely. The sounds of your bodies slapping to together with a perfected rhythm in combination with your exchanges of whimpers and moans make your body rise with chills. His ringed hand clasping your throat, the way he looked in ecstasy with his eyes rolled back, and the way that he completely filled you made you closer and closer to your second climax.

"I love you so much, y/n - fuck," Spencer huffed, his cock growing harder with every sloppy thrust.

His hand moves from your throat to intertwine through your hair, yanking it back to reveal your red and tender neck. Quickly, he leans forward to place open-mouthed kisses along the faint swollen hand print. The sensitivity of your neck translated to the increasing sensitivity between your legs.

"I - I love you, too, Spence," you say breathlessly, reaching down to gently rub your clit in a desperate attempt to release yourself.

"Oh, how pitiful, angel. Are you close to cumming again?" he murmured, nibbling gently on your earlobe and grasping both of your ass cheeks firmly.

All you can manage is a whimper of confirmation as your eyes close and your breath tightens.

"We can cum together, okay?" he hums, feeling your walls tighten around his pulsing dick.

"Y-yes, please, please," you faintly whisper, your clit becoming nearly numb with pleasure.

Spencer readjusts himself underneath you to hit your cervix perfectly, eliciting a genuine sob of pain and need from your lips. His grip on your backside became close to clawing into your skin, but it only increased the euphoria of your ever approaching high.

A few more deep thrusts was all it took for both of you to fall apart. Spencer cried out your name with sweat beading against his brow while he released his seed deep into your throbbing core. You nearly collapsed on top of him from the weakness of your thighs as they shook with your release. The tightness of his grip only grew as he lifted you up and down a few more times to make sure that you were completely full of him.

As both of you came down from your high, you found yourself kissing one another with a tired passion that was full of the most permeating intimacy. The nearly drunken feeling that it caused was suddenly cut off by Spencer's hand placing a stingingly firm slap upon your ass.

"I think I left a mark," Spencer said teasingly, examining your throat and backside.

"I sure hope so," you respond, bringing his hands up to cup your breasts.

He places a soft kiss upon your lips before saying, "So, you're saying I should wear these more often?" Spencer twirls his pinky ring suggestively.

"You better," you said, toying with his hands. "I'd like to wear my necklace more often, too."

Bringing you into a deep embrace, he chuckled lightly, "Your wish is my command, angel. And how could I possibly deny you?"

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Fours Company- Part 2

All work starts below the cut since this is straight porn. It's not remotely safe for work, read at your own discretion. Minors dni

Summary - cassian and Nesta get to watch as Lyria is punished for breaking Azriel's rules.

Warning - Impact play involving paddles. Dom/sub roles. Oral sex (fxf). Penetration. Praise and degradation. Restrain use. Chain use. Voyeurism and exhibitionism.

Word count -2465

"Please daddy, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Lyria cried as Azriel chained her to the wall, her breasts pushing against the cold stone. "Daddy, please," tears were already starting and Azriel simply licked them away before ripping the rest of her pants off.

He had chained Cassian to a chair for also breaking a direct order, the male struggled for a few minutes before stopping. He hadn't truly done anything wrong and knew he'd be freed soon. Lyria was free use to all of them. He could make her cum whenever he'd like.  He reminded Nesta of that as she stroked his thighs and nodded. "You look too pretty chained to the chair," she counter offered. 

Azriel had pulled out a variety of toys to use on his mate. None that would scar her or disfigure her, Nesta noted, but several that would leave little reminders. She studied each one. Looking at the lesther flogger first and gauging Azriel's face. Mininal reaction. Her hand went to a spiked paddle, feeling the smooth leather in her hands. "She wasn't that bad, Nesta. If she breaks a rule again, though, I will use it." Lyria whimpered. Nesta's hand traced over a long, narrow, solid oak paddle. She picked it up and gently hit it against her hand, smiking at the way it burned and stinged. She turned, holding it to Azriel as the male smirked.

"Excellent choice, Nesta. I was just going to give her 10, until Cassian made her cum without permission."  Lyria whimpered, wanting to defend herself but knowing it would only cause more of whatever was coming to be worse. Azriel moved directly behind her, kissing the base of her neck, "Since you've forgotten how to behave and how to respond in proper time, we'll do 15. Miss one, or forget, and we start over," Azriel kissed her shoulder gently. "Do you understand, babygirl?" 

"Yes, daddy," she sniffled. "I'm sorry," she tried again. 

"I know you are, baby, I know," a loud crack had Nesta stopping the kisses she was placing on Cassian's neck, her nails digging into his chest. Lyria released a cry. A pretty mix of pain and pleasure filling the dim chamber, "But not as sorry as you're about to be."

A strangled one left her throat as Azriel began to stalk her, waiting for the moment she'd relax and drop her guard slightly just to hit her plush ass with the paddle again. "Two," she cried out only for several strikes with different intensity to be delivered. "6," her voice broke.

"Color." Azriel demanded. Trailing the paddle down her spine.

Nesta was mesmerized, placing herself in Cassian's lap and freeing one of the male's hands. She had the bond in a tight hold as her juices began to drip down his thigh. "Color, babygirl. Now."

"Green," shame filled Lyria's voice causing Nesta to moan. She could scent her from where her and Cassian sat the same two fingers that had been buried in the red head now circling her clit. 

Azriel landed another spank, and the chains rattled as Lyria lunged forward slightly with a pained moaned. "Look at how pretty she is, ass glowing red and dripping wet." Cassian pushed a finger into Nesta's aching cunt, making her head fall into his shoulder. "Would you like that, Ness? Would you like Azriel spank you while your helpless against the wall?"

The roles had changed. Nesta was no longer in charge of Cassian, but instead his little sub. "Free my hand, dove," Nesta obeyed instantly. Cassian lifted her with ease as Azriel watched. He sunk his mate down onto his cock, throwing one of her toned beautiful arms over his shoulder so he could still watch Lyria's punishment. 

Nesta couldn't help but to drool as Azriel walked to Lyria and forced her to look at herself and Cassian by her hair. 

"Look at Nesta getting her cunt filled for being a good girl, baby. Are you a good girl?" Azriel's voice was dark and deep as he switched to a leather paddle with holes in it to allow him to get quicker strikes and more momentum. 

"No daddy," she admitted freely, tears beginning to fall again. "But I want to be."

Azriel almost purred. "Tell daddy why you aren't a good girl."

"I didn't respond when daddy asked me a question and I came without mistress giving me permission." Cassian began to thrust into Nesta. 

"And now she gets to cum on a cock before you do. She gets to have fun and pleasure before you do. What did you learn, baby girl?"

"To listen to daddy and mistress." Azriel made eye contact with Cassian, smirking ferally. 

"What was your count at, Lyria." Nesta gasped, excitement refilling her eyes as Cassian smirked behind her and began to circle her clit with his fingers. She had started to slowly ride him in anticipation. Enjoying every single second of Lyria's torture. 

Lyria shut her eyes, shaking her head. "I forgot, daddy." 

"Then we start over. You were at 11, baby girl. You would have been done soon." 

Azriel was restless. Quick precision allowed him to get Lyria back up to 10 in the blink of an eye all while she wiggled, cried, and moaned. 

Nesta was fully riding Cassian in reverse cowgirl now. Her head tipped back in bliss as her mate stretched her open and filled every empty piece of her. Every raise and drag of his cock inside of her mixing with Lyria's screams and moans had her seeing stars. 

She was on her final strike and slick was pouring out of her at this point. Azriel was rubbing her clit gently. Kissing her shoulder blade. "Only one more, babygirl. I know you can do it, you're doing so well for me. For us." He knew she was orange despite not asking due to the bond. "I am so proud of you, baby. You are making me so proud and showing them how good of a girl you are. Can you do the last one, baby? Can you do that for daddy?"

Lyria nodded. Tears free flowing. "Yes, daddy." 

Azriel kissed her temple. "Good girl." 

The last Crack sounded through the air at the same time Nesta came. Her screams of pleasure mixing with Lyria's cry of pain into a symphony that had Azriel riding a high he hadn't felt in years and Cassian spilling into his mate.

Azriel quickly unchained Lyria, laying her on the floor and kissing her body. "Nesta, your whore is ready to obey." Azriel trailed gentle hands up his mate's body. Watched as Nesta crawled to Lyria. Cassian leaned further back into the chair, pleasure and greed filling his eyes as he watched his wife settling between Lyria's thighs. "She's been such a good girl, Ness. Don't you think?"

"The best girl," Nesta purred. "Looked so pretty with her ass on display and all red." Nesta kissed the inside of Lyria's thighs. "So proud of you, princess. Did so good for your daddy."

Azriel hummed, kissing Lyria's throat as he sat behind her and forced her to sit up a little bit to watch Nesta. "She deserves a reward, don't you think, Ness?"

Nesta nodded. Her silver eyes never leaving Lyria's watering gaze as the first lick came at her center. Nesta's eyes rolled as she realized Lyria would taste exactly like she expected. Like warm honey coating her tongue with just a hint of fruit. She dove in immediately as Azriel held his mate's folds apart to allow her direct access to her swollen bundle of nerves.

He kept a hand tangled into her hair to force her to watch Nesta. Every flick of her tongue, every suckle on her clit, every prod at her opening had Lyria pleading and begging for more, crying out Nesta's name like a prayer. Cassian came behind his wife, painfully hard again and quickly entered her pushing her further unto Lyria's cunt and making both females cry out in pleasure. 

Lyria could feel that ledge approaching quickly as Nesta pushed two of her long slender fingers into her and began searching. They found their mark just as Cassian found his inside of Nesta. 

The moan Nesta released was magic against Lyria's aching center. It felt like fire was coating and kissing her skin as Azriel stimulated her nipples and neck while Nesta ate her like a female starved. She didn't know who to beg for her orgasm, so on instincts, she cried and begged Azriel. "Daddy. Daddy, please." The male smirked where he was currently biting her shoulder. "Ness, please," her begging switched. "Please." 

Nesta pulled away from her cunt, panting and moaning as Cassian hit all the perfect spots in her from behind. "Please what, pretty girl?"

"Need to cum, please" Tears were lining her eyes causing Nesta to smirk and feel powerful.

"Of course, princess. Cum all over my tongue." Nesta went back in fingers and tongue working in time to bring Lyria right over the edge for the second time tonight. The way she cried out for Nesta had the oldest Archeron groaning.

She pulled away, allowing Cassian to pull her back by her arms and support her body using her abs. His thrusts slowed as Azriel moved, removing his sweatpants finally and revealing the long thick cock Nesta had been thinking about since she was dragging into this Gods forsaken mess. He moved Lyria so her face was below Nesta's when Cassian let her go to all fours. Then he entered Lyria, making the female's jaw drop in a silent scream and her back arched off the floor. 

Their mates began to move in time with each other, watching as the females below them fell into syncing moans and whimpers. Nesta was quick to attack Lyria's mouth with her own, kissing her deeply as the males chased their own highs, wings fluttering and flaring out behind them in pleasure. 

Azriel's face was contoured in pleasure, growls and gasps leaving his mouth and throat as Lyria swallowed him.

Cassian had his head back, long hair bouncing with each thrust. Praise for Nesta was falling from him constantly as she squeezed his cock.

Lyria nor Nesta could ask permission this time as their highs ran through both of them at the same time, pausing their exploration of each other's mouths and bodies. 

Cassian tipped over the edge next. Spilling into Nesta's warm pulsing cunt one more time and gently smacking her ass in a playful manor. 

It took Azriel a little longer, he needed Lyria to whimper, hear her begging for him to fill her with his seed. Nesta forced Lyria to watch Azriel's hard cock sliding in and out of her cunt. It was becoming too much for her as she quickly approached her fourth orgasm for the night. "Azriel please!" She moaned out. "Fuck please I'll give you anything please just cum, I need you to cum inside of me. Please!" Cassian's jaw almost dropped as Azriel obeyed and came with a roar inside of Lyria triggering her fourth orgasm of the night. 

Azriel greedily ripped Lyria way from Nesta and Cassian, pulling her up to into his chest and a few more sloppy thrusts pushed his cum out of her slightly. Her arms were tangled around his neck, and they both immediately noted she was glowing in Azriel's arms as he rested his forehead against Lyria's. 

Nesta felt her heart melting as Azriel began to praise and kiss Lyria as if he had forgotten they were there. His wings wrapped around her, allowing them a little privacy as he asked her what she enjoyed. If she wanted to do this again.

Cassian and Nesta held a tense breath at that question, praying to any God that would listen that Lyria enjoyed this as much as the rest of them had, that she'd agree to continue this. Cassian sighed in relief when Lyria nodded and Azriel's smile grew. Azriel opened his wings, kissing her nose gently and agreeing as well.

"Same time next week maybe?" She joked. 

Nesta immediately threw herself onto Lyria's back giggling. "I'm so fucking excited and happy we did this." Nesta held her tight, kissing her temple. "I can't wait to explore with you more."

Cassian joined the cuddle session last, secretly fist bumping Azriel out of the view of their mates. "We should hang out outside of this, why have we never done that?" Nesta was immediately launching into questions. Her excitement hardly contained as Lyria began to glow brighter.

Happiness flooded Azriel down the bond. Happiness and a sense of content fullness he had never felt from his mate before. 

Happiness and content fullness he was practically desperate to ensure never left her.

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Hi! Can you write a one shot (hopefully on the longer side) where reader is just struggling with anxiety and depression and Cassian is comforting her? TIA!

Fix You

Cassian x reader

A/n: hi anon! I was in the mood to write this one. I had a bad day and was feeling depressed today so it was nice to imagine Cassian taking care of me while writing this. So if you’re feeling depressed know you’re not alone and if anyone ever wants to talk my dms are open :)

Warnings: angst, mental health struggles, anxiety, depression (I didn’t proof read this so I’m sorry for any typos)

A few weeks ago you felt your depression creep in again. But there was no way you were about to have a depression episode. You and Cassian were happy. There was nothing really to stress about, your work load had increased a little but nothing you couldn’t handle.

So you pushed it down. Kept fighting your thoughts and just kept breathing. Everything was fine. Cassian didn’t suspect anything and you wanted to keep it that way. You hated feeling like a burden to him. It made you feel anxious that he would take time off of work to stay with you.

Cassian always said he didn’t mind, but a little voice in your mind told you he did mind and hated you for it. You did love that he was so willing to take care of you. No one in your life had ever been there for you like Cassian has.

All day you felt mentally exhausted. Your social battery was drained and your depressive episode was winning. You were going to fight it for Cassian and for yourself. You were supposed to be getting ready to go to Rita’s tonight with everyone but all you could do was zone out while staring at your reflection in the mirror.

You weren’t focused on imperfections, you just hated how tired you were. The bags under your eyes seemed deeper, more purple. Blinking at your reflection you felt the ache of tears build behind your eyes and that all too familiar lump form in your throat.

Closing your eyes for a few seconds you open them and let your tears flow. You felt insane for just staring at yourself with a blank face while you silently cried. It was better to let it out at home than at Rita’s surrounded by your friends.

You don’t know how long you stood there just watching yourself cry. It had to have been a while because Cassian finally knocked on the bathroom door. He didn’t wait for you to respond to come in. “Y/n?” “Yeah.” Your voice cracks and sounds far away from your body.

Cassian turns you to face him, cupping your face in his hands. His thumbs wipe away your tears as he looks at you, really looks at you like he’s searching for the answer to an unspoken question. “Is it bad again?” Your face scrunches and you begin to sob. You nod, burying your face in Cassian’s chest.

He holds you close to him before picking you up to carry you to bed. You didn’t realize he was already dressed to go out and your guilt for making him stay home made you cry harder.

Cassian jumps on the bed sitting against the headboard. He pulls into his lap and you curl into him continuing to sob. He rubs slow soothing circles on your back and gently rocks you back and forth.

You ended up crying yourself to sleep. Cassian tucked you in laying next to you. He lightly held your fingers he watched you sleep. He let out a sigh of relief knowing your mind had a break for a few hours.

Cassian always felt guilty when you got like this. He felt like a failure for missing all of the signs you were falling into a depression. He liked that he was the person you could go to, so why didn’t you come to him for help this time?

You jolted awake the next morning. Rubbing at your puffy eyes you scanned the room for Cassian. Before you could go look for him the door opened and he padded in holding two steaming mugs of tea. “Good morning princess.” He shot you small smile that you tried to return.

“Morning.” He handed you a mug, kissing your forehead. You take it with both hands letting the it warm your frozen fingers. That’s when you noticed the curtains billowing in the morning breeze. “I opened the window last night. You woke up and said you felt like you couldn’t breathe, so I wanted to let some fresh air in.”

You gave Cassian a sad smile. “Thank you.” He sat on top of the covers next to you, his wings trying to relax behind him. You could tell he wanted to talk. “Go ahead Cass. It’s ok, ask me.” You lay a reassuring hand on his knee and he takes a deep breath.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see the signs. And I want you to know that I’m always here for you. You can come to me with these things y/n, please.” Cassians voice breaks a little. You shed a few tears as you curl up in his lap again.

You hugged Cassian tight tucking your face in his neck. “I promise I’ll ask for help next time.” He relaxes and kisses the side of your head. “Good, you’re not alone y/n. I’m here for you my love.”

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Ready for Tomorrow

The Reader finds out who brought her home after her binge. She regrets getting drunk at all, but things work out for the better. Much much better.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings/Promises: alcohol discussion, angst, fluff, smut (trifecta!)

Word Count: 3540

Note: Here is part 2 of the commission I received. I tried to squeeze in as much heartfelt emotion into this part as I could. Let me know how I did, and happy reading!

Part 1: Replacing the Regrets

Quietly, you reached into your nightstand for your throwing knives. Your blood ran cold.

They weren’t there.

As footsteps approached your door, the worst options of who could be on the other side of the wood swirled in your head. You didn’t feel drugged. But you had plenty of enemies whose real faces you didn’t know by sight. None of them should know where you lived. Henchmen and mob bosses could have found out. Unless you told them while drunk.

You kind of hoped it was Dick about to walk in. You had been careless.

As the doorknob turned, you slid to the side of the bed, ready to jump and defend yourself.

“Mornin’, sunshine. How’s your head?”

“Jason?”

His hair, ruffled from sleeping in who knows what tangled position on your couch, barely covered up how his eyebrows shot up. “Yeah? Who did you think brought you home, Sweetheart?” His focus shifted to not spilling anything on the tray in his hands. So, he had made you breakfast. And when your answer wasn’t forthcoming, he eyed you again before placing it in your lap. “You don’t remember? Anything?” He chuckled, unsurprised. “Wow. You were ‘out’ out. Don’t know why I’m surprised, considering how you acted last night.”

You swallowed thickly. “How- how did I act last night?”

“Clingy. Crying. To your credit, you only threw up once. And it was in the bushes before we made it to the bike.”

“You brought me home on your bike!”

He shrugged. “Didn’t want to leave it there. And I’m not positive a cab would have come even if I called one.” Handing you a fork, he eyed you again. “That was… an interesting part of town you were in. What made you go there?”

Instead of answering, you let your thoughts congeal while taking a bite of your breakfast. He had remembered your favorite fare. “I- The only good thing about that side is that people don’t usually ask questions when a girl wants to drink alone.” You took a sip of coffee, nearly choking on how strong it was. “Clingy and crying. That’s not too bad.”

“Nah. And I’m used to it.”

The guilt turned your bones to magma, making you wish you could melt through the floor. All of those conversations about his mother and having to clean up after her hit you hard. The weight of him crying into your shoulder when she was gone. Missing her even after everything she had put him through. Knowing that you had made him relive any of that, even to a small degree, made your heart ache. When you tried to fumble through an apology, he waved it away. Still, you pressed on. Even when he took your fork and started feeding you between sentences.

“Really, it’s fine.”

“But- you shouldn’t have to be used to it. Not from me.”

“Let it go.”

Biting back further attempts, you drank your coffee. “Did- did you find my failed date?”

Jason smiled, making his dimples shine. “Yeah. Dick got to him just as the muggers arrived. Your description of that creep was accurate.” He looked at your nightstand. “You got a funny way of going straight-edge. Or are you just anti-meds now?”

“No. I didn’t know how I got home, or with whom. Wasn’t going to take anything suspicious.” You crossed your arms with a pout. “You could have left a note.”

He frowned. “I did. It’s-” Where he pointed was only bare wood. With a little searching, he found the note behind the stand. “Ah. That explains your confusion. And your knives are in the kitchen. I didn’t want to get stabbed if I brought breakfast before you woke up.” He nodded at the little round assistants. “You can take the pills now.”

“So, they’re not contraband raided from one of your side hustles?”

“No. They’re from the pharmacy around the corner. Since I couldn’t find your personal stache.”

“It was behind the bathroom mirror,” you said, swallowing them down.  

With a bluster, he whined, “I thought I looked there!” Grumbling, he sat on the edge of your bed. “How long have you been awake?”

“A few minutes before you dropped something. And what was the loud noise before that? Sounded like a gunshot.”

“I – uh. I had a little trouble with your gas stove.”

You paused. “Jason. Did you blow up my kitchen?”

“No!”

You failed to hide a smile behind your coffee cup at his rushed answer.

“No. Nothing’s singed. Everything is fine.”

“Uh-huh.” You finished your breakfast in silence while Jason felt your forehead. “Jay? I’m- I am really sorry about calling you. Not- not calling you because I was in- in trouble but calling you… calling you while I was- while I was like that. I shouldn’t have gotten so drunk.” You sighed. “I shouldn’t have gotten drunk at all. Or at least had a plan of who to call instead of all of you.” With a wince, you ran a hand over your face. “How did Cass react?”

A warm smile passed across his face. “She was in the middle of beating up some loons by the docks when you called. Let you go to voicemail, then checked in with Dick to make sure you were okay. While he rescued the guy, I came to get you. But Cass texted me a few hours ago that she’s saved your message for posterity.”

“Shit.”

After putting the tray on the floor, he slid into bed next to you. “Wanna know something funny?”

“What?”

“Tim didn’t get your call either. Alfred grounded him. And the kiddo was actually asleep when you phoned.”

You laughed, high and free. “No way. How many hours?”

“Last I heard, he’s still asleep.”

“Geeze.” Giggling, you relaxed into Jason’s side. His arm stretched behind your neck, giving him the perfect reach to trail his fingers over your shoulder. You breathed in silence, relishing having Jason’s weight beside you. “I’ve missed this.”

He pressed his face to yours, poking his indefinitely cold nose into your temple. “Me too.” For a second, he squeezed you closer. “You could always come back, ya’ know. The Bat has been telling us about what you’ve been doing in the office. But it sounds mind-numbingly boring. You don’t even have to join the Bat crew again. You could just work with me.”

It was a friendly offer. But how could you tell him that the last thing you wanted was to dodge bullets again? You couldn’t tell him that even the thought of it made your lungs stutter. Being the Oracle equivalent for Jason sounded like a good way to hear and watch every possible bad thing happen to him. Knowing what was going on in Gotham’s underworld was one thing. You’d seen enough. But you wouldn’t be able to help him, not like he would truly need. That realization burned your stomach. Instead, you deflected. In the worse way possible. “Why’d you bring me back here? Why aren’t we at your place?”

With a groan, he left your side.

You caught his hand. “It’s because it’s not safe, isn’t it? What have you gotten yourself into this time?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” He picked up the tray. “Get some rest.”

“No, Jay. We need to talk about this.” You gingerly slid out of bed to follow him into the kitchen. You hated to ask, but you offered anyway. “If you need help, maybe there’s something I can do from-“

He let the tray clatter onto your countertop. “This isn’t something you can fix from the office. What I’m doing, what I’ve always done… it’s hands on, eyes open in the dark. No hiding behind paperwork or feigning legitimacy in the daytime.” With a groan, he steadied himself. He did his best to keep his voice level at you while still being angry at Bruce’s way of things. “It’s okay that you left the field. You’re doing good work right where you are. But I can’t operate that way.”

“You think I’m hiding?”

Jason frantically shook his head. “No. Not at all. It’s just-“

“Well maybe I am.” A sniffle shuddered out before you could stop it. “I am bored in that office. There’s not a single person I can connect with. The paperwork is mind-numbing. Do you think that’s all I want? I loved being in the field. I loved working with my team. But- it became too much. Always watching my back. Always on high alert any time I was in public, in gear or in civilian clothes. There were times I didn’t know who I was anymore. Every thought I had, and sometimes I still have, sounded, and felt like Batgirl. All the time. Every call or text needed an immediate action response. I wanted- I needed a break. I wanted to be able to breathe without the pain of some fight or another. But now that I’ve got it… I feel so lost. I never knew if you guys were whole or bleeding. Every second of the news is something terrible. One country falling or another. Murders, climate change, bureaucratic corruption. It got so heavy, Jason.” You covered your face with your hands, your voice small. “It’s still so heavy. I thought it would be out of sight, out of mind this way, but it’s not. But I can’t- I can’t go back. Everything we did felt like three steps back.”

The tears were flowing hot down your cheeks. Maybe if you cried enough, you could float away on them like Alice to Wonderland. Your breath stuttered as Jason embraced you. You shook in his arms. The weight of what you said, what you had done to him and to the team didn’t leave. But the way he held you tight felt like he was helping you hold it up, making the load a little lighter. You leaned into his chest further, but tilting up your face so you could breathe.

Then he kissed your forehead, making you freeze. Gasping, you struggled not to sound breathy, and failed. “What was that for?” You waited countless seconds for his answer.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

When he tried to step back, you clung to his shirt. You pulled him closer. “But – it felt good. It made- it made everything… quiet.”

Above you, he swallowed. “Would- would you like me to do it again?”

You nodded. “Yes, please.”

His lips pressed gently to the same spot as before. While you inhaled, breathing in the relaxation it brought, Jason took hold of your hands. He held them to his chest, willing you to feel his thundering heartbeat under your fingertips. With his thumbs over your wrists, he could feel your pulse racing.

Panting, he whispered, “do you just want to be held? I can do that. We – we don’t have to—”

“If I say I want this…” you ran your nose under his jawline, “can we – can we do this?”

He nodded fervently. “Yeah. Do you want this?”

“Yes. I – I need this.” You kissed behind his ear. “Do you want this?”

“Yes. I have since – I want to make you feel… needed. Just for being you. Not for your mission seasoned body. Not for your case-solving brain. You. Because you are enough.”

Tears pricked behind your eyes. “Thank you.”

He grinned against your forehead. “I haven’t started yet.”

Cheeky bastard.

Still, you smiled into his neck as he lifted you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he carried you back into your bedroom. He laid you down gently. Inhaling softly, he ran his nose along the side of your face. “How’s your head?”

“No complaints yet.”

Jason exhaled a laugh. “Good to know. For later, maybe. But for now,” he trailed off as his hands ghosted up your sides, under your shirt. The fabric remained mostly in place; a promise to go as slow as you wanted.

You placed your hands over his, guiding the fabric of your shirt further up until Jason helped you remove your top. A few more movements and you were bare to him. He did his best not to stare, but his lingering gaze made your skin warm all the same. His hands fumbled to remove his clothes and remaining pieces of gear. Surprisingly steady, your hands did most of the work. He sucked in a breath as your fingers trailed over his skin, as your nails dragged over his muscles. And as your fingerprints brushed over his scars. He caught your exploring hand in his. Jason caught your gaze with his as he raised your hand to his lips, kissing over your knuckles.

“Do you still want to do this-“

“Yes. Please, Jason.” You leaned back into the sheets, arching your chest forward. Hiding a smile, you let your eyes close… just so you could suavely open them. When you did, you watched as his mouth parted for a silent gasp. His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he dove to kiss you. It wasn’t a kiss like you had become accustomed to: one to pin you down and claim you before some guy you didn’t care about took you. This kiss was warm, making your heart swell with what Jason said with each passing second of having his lips on yours.

For a perceived eternity, that was all he did: kiss you. Your mouth. The tops of your cheeks. Your breath stuttered when he tilted his head to kiss under your jaw and then down your neck. His hands smoothed across your arms and waist. It smoothed out the trepidation of the life you had chosen. All that mattered in this moment was that you had chosen him. And he had chosen you. Damn what the morning might bring. He was yours. Right now. Holding you and kissing you like the world could end any second and you would be the last wonderful thing on his mind. It made you drip for him when his hands finally wandered lower. The way his open mouth stuttered against your skin, and how his grip tightened on your waist, told you he wanted to ravage you. Still, he held back.

“Don’t- don’t wait. Please,” you begged. “I need you.”

Gently, you guided him to slot his body between your spread thighs.

“But- prep?”

“I need you.”

With a growl into your hair, he took his time sinking into you. Even then, when fully sheathed, he waited for you to catch your breath. As if you could when he was looking at you like he wanted to remember you this way forever. How you were spread out for him. Full of him. And begging and keening for more. How your body quaked and writhed, your voice already hoarse while pleading for him to move.

Jason kissed your forehead, keeping his lips pressed against your fevered skin. He dragged out, making his own mouth drop open to feel your walls unwilling to let him go. His name fell from your lips like an answered prayer as he found a rhythm. You gripped at him wherever you could.

Was this what it felt like? To be really wanted? Not just a fling, not just a one-night stand or means to an end. But wholly, truly desired?

It took your breath away.

“Where’d you go?”

You looked up and your view filled with Jason’s concerned face. “Nowhere. Just –” How could you put it into words? With the way life had been going lately… a tightness in the back of your throat stole your words.

Jason smoothed his thumb down your cheek and down your nose. “Hey. I know that face. I need you to know something.” His thumb continued its ministrations, while the hand on your hip squeezed you reassuringly. “You are an amazing friend. And an amazing woman. I know you feel unseen. Like you’re moving through life as a ghost until someone needs or wants something from you. You see more than people give you credit for. And you carry too much in that big heart of yours.” His voice softened. “You don’t have to carry it alone.”

“But your night life-“

“What about it?” He kissed your forehead. “Let the rest of the Bat-crew worry about that for the next forty-eight. Right now… all I’m thinking about is you.” As he leaned closer to breathe warm air over your pulse point, he speared you deeper. It made you gasp. As did the tender kiss he placed on your shoulder.

“More, please.” Even though tears pricked at your eyes. Even though you could barely breathe. You dug your nails into his back to hold him close enough that he couldn’t see your face. “Keep- keep talking. Please, Jason-”

With a groan and fighting off the desire to fill you right then, he continued. “I want to be the only reason why your pulse rushes. Why your breath hitches like that. And now that I’ve got you,” he nuzzled his nose under your ear with a growl you could feel to your toes, “I’m never letting you go.”

You hiccupped a sob. It made him stop. You tried to tell him to keep going, but Jason held back from every cell of his being wanting to plow you into the bed.

“If you want, we can stop. We don’t have to do this tonight. We can just hold each other if that’s what you need.” He began to move away, but you scrambled to hold him close. Jason melted into your touch. He hummed, “what do you need? Hmm? Tell me, baby girl. What do you want?”

You shuddered all over. “I don’t want to think. Please.”

He speared you again. And again. Until all you could fathom was the sensation of him inside you and clinging to you. His lips murmured soothing, wonderful things against your skin. Making your hips stutter in their pace frantic to match him. Jason’s breath hissed out between his teeth, and his hands gripped your hips tight, dragging you towards him. He was desperate. Desperate to feel your body sucking him in. Desperate to hear your broken cries and how you whimpered his name. He was desperate to feel you cum.

“What do you need, Sweetheart? I’m here. Cum for me, come on. Let go.”

Within a few more thrusts of his hips, it was all you could do. You cried out his name, your vision blurring. Digging your heels into his lower back, you did your best to keep him as deep as possible. Your desperation, and your release, dragged Jason down with you. His mouth fell open on your shoulder, barely managing to moan your name before his body seized. His pace stuttered; overwhelmed but seeking out those last few bursts of pleasure. When neither of you could stand another spark, he fell beside you.

You shivered as he curled you into his chest.

That would have been enough. You would have happily fallen asleep, despite the mid-morning light wanning into afternoon.

“You know I meant it all, right?”

“Hmm?” Struggling, you managed to reopen your eyes.

“I meant every word.” Jason ran his thumb down the curve of your nose. “You are amazing. And you don’t have to do this alone. You don’t just have me. You’ve got the whole crew if you need us. Don’t let yourself stress yourself into another binge. Call me. Or any of us. Okay?” When you sighed positively, he smiled against your forehead. “Catch some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up. And we’ll figure this crazy life out. Together. One day at a time. Alright?”

“Alright,” you hummed, finally drifting off.

That nap was the best sleep you’d had in months. When you woke up, you felt weightless. The earlier mid-morning light from your first wake-up had softened to a mid-afternoon glow. You didn’t care one ounce that your sleep schedule was probably screwed. Screwed, heh. With a smile, you inhaled deeply and stretched, pleasantly sore in all the right places. The blankets were warm as you snuggled back under them.

Jason’s arm wrapping around your hip nearly startled you out of your skin.

“What?” he rasped. His post-nap voice was exquisite. “Did you think I’d really leave my girl before she woke up?”

You bit your lip. “Your girl?” Under his surprised gaze, you shrunk further into the bed.

“Mhmm. Every day from here on out. Like I said. We’re going to figure out this crazy life together. But first,” he dragged you close to kiss the curve of your neck. “I’m starved.”

“Oh?”

Jason had absolutely meant something else. But when your eyes glittered, his smile turned ravenous. You ran your fingers through his hair, splitting his white streak into several strands.

Then your stomach growled.

He laughed deeply, his whole body shaking. “Alright, come on. Now I get to cook you some dinner.”

You let him tug you out of bed. His warm wrists dragged you through your own apartment. The upcoming week and its issues weren’t a blip in your mind. No matter what the Gotham life threw next, you had everything you’d ever need to conquer it.

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Cold | Choi Beomgyu

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Chapter five

Warnings: beomgyu's not soft anymore, explicit content, not finished smut, reader crying while having sex.

Word count: 1.5k

Taglist: @arianap23e, @haatohwa

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When I received a message from Beomgyu ten minutes ago asking me to go to his room as soon as possible, I was hoping nothing but to see him being soft again. I was at Jiwoo’s house when that happened. 

I told her I needed to go—even if she said she missed me at school on Monday, even if I was helping her with one of the maths topics she asked for because she knows I saw that topic last year, even if she asked me not to leave; I left, walking home with a weird excitement I only have when I want something good to happen but I deeply know something wrong will happen.

Beomgyu looks at me darkly when I finally get home. He’s silent one more time, but I don’t feel this softness from yesterday. I walk towards him, although I’m never the one getting close to him. “You took so long,” He hisses. “I’m sorry, I was at-” He interrupts me. “Take off your clothes” I look at him, suddenly trembling while my heart aches like a knife has just sunk into it. I hardly swallow as a knot appears in my throat. “I’ll be waiting in my room” He goes upstairs, leaving me all alone and making me feel guilty, like I’ve done something wrong. I go to my room first, taking my clothes off and letting them in my bed, turning around to see myself in the full body mirror of my room. Why do I feel so bad if I love him that much? Maybe because I don’t want him to fuck me once again—because I don’t want to know that I’m nothing but a whore. His whore. Then, why am I walking towards his room? Why don’t I run away as fast as I can? Do I even need to?... He’s never forced me to do anything… I have always been the one forcing myself. Because I love him. I wonder if this strength I have been trying to forge in order to show myself I have at least a bit of self-love has faded because of those short moments of softness I passed by his side. When I stand right in front of him, quiet and trembling… I understand that I’m under his power once again. He looks at me from his chair. His eyes move from my neck, my small breasts, my arms, my belly button, my thin legs, and my hips. I almost believe he loves me. That’s the moment he tells me to walk towards him. I don’t even mind closing the door as I already know our parents aren’t home and aren’t going to be home until it’s late and until we’re over. He looks at me, lifting his face since he is still sitting on his chair. His hands land on my hips, right before he pulls me a little bit closer just to leave a kiss on my lower abdomen. A chill runs down my back. He takes my hand with his right hand while the other one holds my hip, guiding me towards his lap. Each leg on each side of his body. He hugs my waist now, and I find support on the back of the chair. His lips meet my cheek. Then, he kisses my neck a few times, some more kisses on my clavicles and shoulder, and all I can think about is if he’s going to kiss me—because it is strangely what we do the least. His black skinny jeans meet my slit, making me moan highly because of the scratchy fabric against my sensitive skin and also because of the sudden contact. He looks down as his hands make me move above him, back and forward, not giving me time to get used to it. I feel my cunt drooling above him, wetting his jeans until there’s a dark patch on his jeans. He unbuttons his jeans, lowering along with his boxers just a little bit, until his dick’s standing against my tummy, rock hard and drooling pre-cum. He takes my hips, angling my body until his cock meets my slit. He moves my hips up and down, rubbing his cock against my slit—from my clitoris to my entrance, once and another time. On and on, until I’m breathless, a knot forming on my lower abdomen. But I still cannot hear him moaning, sighing, or even breathing. When I open my eyes, I find him looking at me. The tip of his pretty nose all red. I look up at the rest of his face—his shiny eyes and the top of his cheeks red like he had just cried or was about to before I came. And I don’t really know why but something inside me cannot do anything but blame his mother. Because, suddenly, she became the culprit of any bad thing that could ever happen to him.

Without even thinking about it, my hands pull away his hands, and then, they go to his face, caressing the soft skin of his pink cheeks. He looks at me confused, frowning at my unusual behavior.

“What’re you doing?” His voice sounds way softer than minutes before.

“Is it your mother?” I ask, but not actually waiting for a response. He looks at me surprised, and after a blink, I look at his eyes growing red and shiny. Then, I pass my hands over his shoulders, hugging his neck tightly, feeling him sighing. After some seconds of being this way, I can even say he’s crying.

However, I suddenly feel his hands taking mine tightly. I look at him confused—not even a tear on any part of his face. He forces me to stand up, doing the same himself, making me wonder if I crossed the line. He pushes me to the bed strongly, making me bounce because of the force he used. And when he positions himself right above me, everything I see in his face is hate.

Hate. The same hate I’ve ever seen on him. When he talked to me the first time we met at our parent’s wedding; every time we met each other at school; when our parents forced us to eat dinner together as a family;… when he entered my room at midnight and stole my virginity without even faking love.

The night right before that, I was sure that you couldn’t have sex for the first time without even kissing someone before. How dumb.

And every single time after that. The same hate, the same rage, the same resentment—just like I did something to him before.

But everything I do is loving him until I’m loving him more than myself.

I wonder once again if that’s what I want for my life—that unjustified hatred; the fear of what’s going to be his following action; his coldness; being always quiet, even if it hurts agonizingly when he pounds on my vagina the way he does, hitting my cervix once and again without even prepping me well.

Is that what I want for the rest of my life?...

Yes.

My tears roll easily all over my face, falling to his bed as his dick hits my cervix nonstop, but despite the great pleasure I feel, it doesn’t feel very good. I’m overwhelmed by a large amount of destructive thoughts I thought for a minute I would never have again because ‘Beomgyu is acting differently’. But he’s not anymore.

I close my eyes strongly, trying to deal with it, until I’m audibly sobbing beneath him. I try to cover my face with my arm, but he takes both of my hands, using his strength to force them above my head tightly.

I cried many times from pleasure, but right now… It just doesn't feel great.

“Stop,” I say. It’s always been hard for me to talk when I’m crying. But he doesn’t stop. “Stop!” I'm yelling. “Beomgyu, stop! Stop, I don’t want to anymore!” He lets my hands go as fast as he can and takes his dick out of me.

I cover my face with my hands trying to calm myself, until I find out I can’t because I need to cry everything away.

“Jeongseo” I hear his voice, and then, his hand touches my arm, making me jump from fear. I look at him, looking like he’s feeling guilty and scared at the same time. But what can I do? I already trusted him many times before, and every time I’m back on his bed, I understand once again that he will never change.

But that doesn’t really matter because after I ran away to my bedroom, I realize this is not the first time it happens. I’m trapped in this never-ending cycle, not actually wishing for it to break because everything I can think about is all the good moments, the nice feelings, him.

[lvrhughes]

You belong with me | T. Zegras

word count: 0.9k

pairing: Trevor Zegras x f!reader

summary: after years of watching Trevor go on dates with girls who were wrong for him, he finally realizes who he belongs with.

warnings: none?

requested: no

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“Have fun on your date” were the last words you managed to yell out the door, Trevor just turned around with his thumbs up before entering the elevator. It was his third date this week. Slowly you closed the door, finally acknowledging the ache in your chest.  

You love Trevor, always had and probably always will. But you knew his type, and you were not it, he liked the girls who knew nothing about him, who did everything he didn’t like. He always chose the girls who listened to the opposite music as him, and who were the cheerleaders in high school. He would never choose you; you were the complete opposite of them.  

Knowing Trevor since elementary had it’s perks though, you knew how to help him after one of his shitty dates, what music he’d want to listen to, he always gave you home game tickets, and offered to fly you out for games because “I miss you so much Y/n/n, I can’t go another day. I'll fly you out”. And he was always there for you, if a date went bad, he was there, if you just had a bad day in general, he brought over your favorite food and watched movies with you all night.  

It also had its disadvantages, such as watching your best friend, who you’ve been in love with since you were 15, go on three dates a week. You knew this date tonight wasn’t going to last. She was exactly like the other two, who never even made it through dinner, but Trevor would never tell you why they left. He'd be gone for the next hour though, and that seemed like a good time to finally let everything out.  

Slowly tears fell down your cheeks, as you sat with your back against the door you had only recently closed. Time passes quickly, all the weeks stress pouring out with each tear and sob. Somewhere along the time you started crying and now you had moved to the couch, clearing the front entrance and started watching The Greatest Showman. Reaching the point in the movie of the fire, even more tears fell. God it was so sad, he loved her so much, and she loved him.  

“Y/n/n? Why are you crying?” Trevor had gotten home without being noticed, meaning he had walked in on you crying and watching the movie. 

“The movie” was mumbled out on your behalf, trying not to sob.  

He let out a small chuckle, sitting down beside you and pulling you into his chest, and even more tears began to fall. You knew you could never have him, so you take what you could get even if it breaks your heart more and more.  

“How’d the date go?” you finally questioned when you felt your voice could be trusted. You sat up, noticing he paused the movie, and looked at him. His look saddens fast, clearly that date didn’t go well. 

“Awe Trev, I'm sorry” you had pulled into another hug after that, his arms snaking around your waist while you were basically in his lap at this point. 

“I wish they understood me” was what he mumbled out before shoving his face into your neck again.  

“What are you talking about?” 

“None of the girls, they never get it. They think I’m just a pretty hockey boy, they don’t want anything else.” 

“Trev, I mean, you are a pretty hockey boy,” you laughed, he joined in quickly, “but I get it, they don’t know you. You need someone who knows you, someone who knows when you're about to cry, how to make you laugh, someone who knows your favorite songs” slowly you trailed off.  

“Exactly, you get it.” He was oblivious. And he didn’t want to admit that he knew you were perfect for him, but you wouldn’t love him back, he’s been pining this love for years and he’s going to keep it that way. He can’t risk losing you.  

You couldn’t take it anymore, you had just described yourself, and he still didn’t notice. He was never going to notice you.  

“I’m going to bed Trevor, goodnight.” You mumbled, getting up off him and walking towards your bedroom.  

“Y/n/n wait!” he called down the hall, stupidly you stopped, even though if you hadn’t, he still could've caught you.  

“What Trevor?” You snapped, he was oblivious, and it was finally getting to you.  

“Woah, calm down. What’s wrong, you never call me Trevor?” 

“I can’t take this anymore Trevor oh my God. You belong with me. Can’t you see that I’m the one who understands you? I’ve been here all along, so why can’t you see?” 

He froze. You wanted him like he wanted you, thank heaven.  

“Baby-” 

“Don’t Baby me, Trev you haven’t called me that since 8th grade right before you kissed me then swore that you would never kiss me again.”  

“I lied then. I want to kiss you again”  

You hadn’t even noticed he’d moved closer; he was now right in front of you. You didn’t even have time to push him back before he pushed his lips against yours. Fuck, he was a good kisser. Everything left your mind, you could only focus on Trevor and the feeling of his lips moving in sync with yours. Your hands tangled in his hair and his arms found a place upon your waist. You had to pull away for air soon enough though. 

“What the fuck Trevor” was the first thing said when you caught your breath. 

“I see it. You want me like I've always wanted you.” 

“Always?” 

“Always. When I first met you, I went home and told my mom I’d marry you one day.” 

“Trev, we met when we were 5.” 

“And I always knew, you belong with me, and I belong with you.” 

[idontknowmyownmind]

Just randomly remember threads I read on Twitter long time ago, so my memories are vague at best

It's a combination of more than two threads

The idea is, twin krs and cale used to be so close but since the arrival of violan and basen, they become distant

Different from cale who choose to be the 'bad', roksu actually try to be close with his new family members

Cale and roksu share bed, but since then cale told him that he doesn't want to again

Roksu comply because he can't really reject cale even though it's make him sad

Cale can only watch from afar how his twin play with basen with their parents watching

Making a perfect picture of family without him

He miss his twin dearly but he know that it's his own fault and consequence of his choice

Cale went to sleep, ignoring the aches of his heart

The next morning, hans found cale laying in the middle of blood soaked bed with dagger still stabbed in his heart

The dagger has arm symbol but no one know that beside the molans

Let's say that ws mistake cale for roksu, someone in the 'oracle' who is said will end him

Hans immediately check whether cale still alive while shouting for someone to come

A maid stood frozen for too long hans has to slap her and tell her to get the count

She frantically run toward the dinning room and inform everyone

She only manage to says, "young master cale.. blood.." before roksu bolt toward his twin room

His eyes shaking and his breath ragged but he keep running

When he arrived, he feel like the world stop and his world started to crumble

Hans, despite crying, try to get rid of the bloody sheet while calling cale

Roksu stumble toward his twin, calling him deperately

But it's too late

Cale is gone

Roksu, drown in guilt and sorrow, refuse to burried his twin

Treat him as if he still alive

Keep him locked in a room far from everyone, deep inside the mansion

He keep cale's body 'healthy' with magic

He is trully spiralling into insanity, obssessing over his twin body and refusing to believe that he is dead

He will dress cale up, doing his hair, cuddle with him, and tell him stories or his daily life

He forbid anyone to enter the chamber he keep cale

The only one allowed to enter beside him is only hans and the molans, he even forbid his family

His irrational mind blame them, blame his father who neglect them, blame violan and basen for coming here, but mostly blame himself for leaving his twin alone

He also become obssesses with arm, wanting to razzed them to the ground, leaving no one acquainted with them alive

The events still happen like lcf but with darker and more insane and crueler roksu

He show no mercy toward his enemies

His people both respect and fear him

Once, the kids accidently enter cale's chamber and that's the first time roksu look at them with wild and harsh eyes and spoke to them coldly

He ignore them for a week, locking himself inside with his twin

And that's when his people found out about the event from the past through the molans

Rosalyne once try to talk roksu out of his madness but almost got killed in his rage if not for choi han stopping roksu

It wasn't something that could be touched anymore because it was already rooted in roksu's heart, mind and soul

From then on, no one ever bring it up again

Hmmm.. some ideas how I want to continue this

First,

Roksu find a way to wake cale up

Make him more of an empty vessel, a soulless puppet than anything

But roksu doesn't care, at least cale is awake and moving

Roksu stick close to him

Hugging him on his laps while he caressing his hair lovingly

Sleeping on cale's lap while he comb his hair gently with his fingers

Cale face eerily blank, his eyes like those of glass, he never talk and only react to roksu

Second

A cale from another worldline, where he still very much alive, accidently got transported into this fuck up worldline

He doesn't know that he is in a completely different world and think he still inside his world

Walk back to henituse teritory, ignoring the weird and shocked gaze from thw citizen because he think it's must be because he is a trash anyway

When he arrived, he weird out with how everyone acting and he kinda feels scared seeing his twin gaze him intently with those dark eyes

When Eruhaben want to tell him that he is in different world, after they 'interrogated' him, roksu immediately take cale with him

With his glibe tongue, he convinced cale that everyone just being weird and he doesn't need to worried about anything

Send a silent warning to everyone that no one will not tell this cale the truth or else

A week passed by and it's the first time (after a long time for the henituse and staffs) they see roksu to look actually geniunely happy

It's a twisted situation but they can't do anything it might trigger roksu

He never leave cale's side, when cale complaint he manipulate his way and guilt trip cale to let him

Then roksu from cale original worldline also sent there after he threatening GoD

GoD warning him about this world other him, roksu doesn't think much thinking that they're not that different

Oh boy, he is so surprised when he witness it with his eyes

His possessive side (he always possessive over his people, especially his twin) can't acccept it

[Or for more darker situation, this cale's roksu is also equally obssesses and possessive toward him]

[And for darker result, this cale is killed by roksu because he can't accept that there is him who still get to have his twin alive while he can't. If he can't have his twin beside him, then no other him should]

Third

Roksu transported to tboah world when cale just started his trash endeavor

Manipulate his way to be accepted into the family through cale

He is the image of a perfect, loving, and caring brother toward cale

Everyone like him

But the henituse feels something off with him, but they just brush it off because as fast as it come, it's gone when roksu smile at them

The molans know something is not right with their young master's twin brother from another world

With the way he stick close to cale, subtly monitor him and 'move' him as he want

But they can't do much more than keep watching and make sure that their your master is safe

Roksu slowly isolate cale from anyone, make him believe that no one truly there for him but him

He orchestrated that cale will getting beat up by choi han, but not to severe, and manipulate the molans to leave with choi han

He then twisted the story and sealed cale fate with him

The GoD actually bothering roksu to get back to his world but he refuse

GoD even use his real twin as a bait but he still refuse, he know that the molans and hans from his world will take care of his cale, they know better than neglect him

Maybe he can keep both cales

Always thinking about some reaction verse

Earth 1, st, lcf, and this alter tboah react

Of course the first three world confuse and shocked at first but not think much

The cales and roksoos can't get rid of wrongness from roksu but just brush it off

Alter tboah getting unsummoned and the other three react to roksu...

Alternate

Roksu let cale get burried

But he started to hallucinate that cale still alive and here

He doesn't tell anyone because he doesn't want to share

It's worsen as time goes by

....what if the hallucination is not actually hallucination

[tetsutits]

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 - gojo satoru

cw: 18+, fem reader. gojo ties your hands, f! oral receiving (+ pussy slapping 🫢), established relationship. (wc: 800)

not proofread, sorry for any errors! mlist

it was known to many that gojo satoru was a thorough man - in almost all aspects of his life. he’s thorough with his work, his health, his students … and especially with you.

you know this, so when he uses his black blindfold to secure both your wrists behind your back—you force yourself to swallow down the ache in your arms at the tight binding of the fabric against your skin.

his long fingers make quick work to tie the two ends with a thick, thorough knot - making sure that you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon - and you’d complain that it’s too tight if you weren’t already so worked up, soaking through the fabric of your panties.

“too tight?” he whispers in your ear, finally letting go of your wrists. he runs one of his hands slowly down the expanse of your back, feeling you shiver.

swallowing thickly, you try your best to nod but with the way your cheek is pressed up against the wood of his desk - you have little to no movement.

“yeah?” you can almost hear the cockiness in his voice. “oh, well that’s too bad, then,”

your breath comes out in quick, quiet pants, fogging up the surface under you.

“if you’d have just kept your hands to yourself… or maybe waited just a little longer, i could’ve given you exactly what you wanted.” he says lowly.

your skirt is flipped up and over your waist, and your entire upper body is bent at an angle over his desk, with your hips digging uncomfortably against the hard edge.

“but, i should’ve known,” he slips your panties to the side, revealing your embarrassingly soaking wet cunt to the cool air of his office.

he leans close enough to your core that you can feel his hot breath, “that you’d be too impatient,“

he brings one long, single finger up, parting your folds and sliding through them with ease. it circles your twitching hole — gathering the wetness and brings it back down to where your aching clit sits. he doesn’t touch it - leaving you with a persistent ache.

“too damn needy.” you almost let out a whine at the contact when his tongue finally meets your pussy. he licks one long, agonizing stripe from bottom to top. purposely missing your clit, again.

frustrated, your nails dig into your closed fists when you feel him back away. and you have half a mind to not buck your hips back into his mouth.

“hah- satoru-“

“shhh, what? asking for more?”

you almost whine, “yes, please,”

he has both hands on you now, massaging the flesh of your ass and pulling your lips apart. a part of you feels embarrassed - way too exposed with your ass high in the air. what makes it worse is that there’s a pending silence in the room - and satoru doesn’t speak, doesn’t make any noise to indicate what he may do next. with the way you lay stomach first on the desk - it’s almost impossible to look back at him.

so you wait - in a stretched, itching silence, where there’s plenty of room for your adrenaline and anxiety to grow - because that’s all you can do.

you have your lower lip caught in between your teeth, your best effort at muffling any possible sounds you make.

for the first few seconds, you remain completely still. but as the silence prolongs you start to get antsy, expecting at least something - for him to touch, lick, or talk - but what you get next leaves you completely stunned.

three slaps - straight on your clit.

this time, there’s no way you could have held back your cry of pleasure and shock. you whine loudly, the sound filling the room. your legs tremble - half from surprise and half from the initial sparks of pleasure sent down your body.

now you realize that he knew you weren’t being all innocent when you visited him at work. slipped into his office to say hi in your pretty, little skirt and low-cut top. all subtleness gone when you made your way to his lap and started touching all over him - even when he promised to give you what you wanted, you still were too damn impatient.

“since you wanted to touch me so badly, this is what you’re getting. you either take all of it or nothing at all.”

and at that second you understand why they say satoru is a thorough man. you know that you won’t be leaving this room until you’re all worn out, until you’re barely able to stand on your legs. if he starts something, he’ll be sure to finish it. especially if it involves you.

[creepling]

hi! happy 1k <3 may i request a piece with johnny x single mom reader + the prompt “will you stay?” “of course, i’m not planning on leaving anytime soon.”? i thought it’d be interesting if reader was formerly captured by the sawyer family, while she was on vacation with friends, but johnny relented and decided to let her go because of how badly she begged for her life & at the time her baby was only 2 months old, which she told him. so johnny being johnny as well, he was able to track her down a month later — at first just to check up on her, but he decided he wanted to help her raise her kid & kind of switch up his life since the baby’s father is (willingly) out of the picture. also reader is a young mom (early 20s), around the same age that johnny is, he’s just a lil older. they’re still warming up to each other/developing their relationship but to the reader’s surprise, johnny’s really good with kids & has done a lot to help reader out to give her a break? AAAA THIS IS A LOT OF INFO IM SORRY but i hope it makes sense & that you have fun with making something out of this <333

AAAA ok no but i love this, idk it makes sense for the sawyers to spare a victim if they have a kid?? the whole "family" motto would get to them lol. i love all your info but i apologise if i've missed out on anything. i've made this drabble more like a time passing sort of thing so i could include everything.

tags: angst. single-mum!reader. reformed!johnny. kid is gn (use of they/it). descriptions of trauma. johnny feels a lot of guilt. mild blood ment.

“Drop the god-damn knife, Johnny. She’s got a kid for crying out loud!” Drayton barked.

Johnny’s adrenaline shot through his body, tensing his muscles and trembling his hands. “Is that true?” He growled, eyes shot out at your petrified stare.

You pulled a Polaroid picture out of your pocket, your bloody hands staining the corners. You beheld it to Johnny, trying to steady your shakes. Johnny gazed at the picture, the newborn clouded in white, its eyes closed in a peaceful sleep.

“My baby . . . My baby. I need to go home to my baby,” You sob, begging on your knees, hysterics maddening all parts of your manner.

Johnny’s knife dropped to the floor, and he thought about every bad thing he had done. There was no coming back from this.

It had been a month of silence. A month of sleepless nights and looking over your shoulder. Breastfeeding became agonising. Your baby’s cries sent you into uncontrollable alertness. Your hair was brittle and your skin shallow, the stress shivering through your body like a ghost entering your soul.

The letters came around that time. Off-white envelopes with a few dollars in cash. All that was left was a note,

For the Baby, I’m sorry.

Meeting him again after the kidnapping was an anxiety-driven step, bouncing your baby on your lap as you waited in the diner booth. You convinced yourself you lost your mind, wanting to rekindle with your kidnapper. But you hadn’t heard from anyone since the birth; the baby daddy became non-existent. Your family refuse to return your calls. The only person willing to help you was Johnny.

He was silent across from you for a while. The only words he uttered were to order from the menu. He shovelled down an apple pie while you bottle-fed your child, lulling them to their afternoon nap.

“Why are you helping me?” You remember asking. Visioning Johnny’s deep gaze, his subtle glances at your first-born, a tinge of sadness glazing his eyes.

He said he owed you too much. Your baby deserved to grow up with a male figure in its life, and you deserved someone to protect you. The sight of your youthful features withering away from stress, the permanent damage he inflicted on you, ached your eyes and down-turned your smile. It kept him up at night thinking about you, struggling with the fussing cries and flashes of his brute force. He wanted to step up. He was ready for redemption.

He drove you back home, watching over his new companions with careful eyes. His arm outstretched as he turned the wheel, hoping not to disturb the baby’s slumber. The rascal woke up eventually, full of energy the minute you invited him inside. “Would you like to hold them?” You asked, unable to ignore his loving stares.

He felt like crying, holding something so precious. Knowing he nearly orphaned this child, ridding it of a beautiful mother. He swore to protect the kid, holding its gentle head and leaning it into his chest. His gentleness surprised you, the warmth filling your smile for the first time in months.

Johnny never left the house. He hadn’t seen his family in months and had no plans on returning. Your little one was proliferating, and Johnny got used to using his strength to pry the ankle biter from dangerous objects. He ditched the knives and retired into swinging the kid until they were out of breath from laughter. He stepped up, got a job, and brought money in to keep you secure.

He was a different man, and he changed you as a mother. He repented for his sins. He begged for forgiveness with every stare your way, with every gentle touch. You finally forgave him, praying that his presence is destined to be everlasting.

“Will you stay?” He held you in his arms as you choked up, clinging to his body. 

“I’m not plannin’ on leavin’ anytime soon.” Johnny kissed the top of your head, his arms around you. Your loving touch soothing the aching heart he’s adorned for decades.

[luveline]

hi jade! this is kind of a random request but I was wondering if for ur zombie!au you would write where something happens that reminds reader of the guy that kidnapped her at the college a while after it happened and she’s upset she’s still thinking ab him but Steve comforts her and it’s all fluffy sorry if this is too specific love u!

zombie au —steve comforts you through the panic of a bad memory. fem, 1.3k

The tent is quiet. You've taken the blankets out while the sun is high, having washed them and needing her help to get them dry again, and your collective belongings make a meagre pile in one corner. If you wanted, you could lay down flat. 

Might as well, you decide. The ground is far from unfamiliar, no rock nor pebble capable of disturbing you. 

Your back aches, your neck worse, and an hour or two of sleep would do you good no matter how unforgiving the floor is, but it isn't your comfort that's the problem. You hear a skittering sound and throw your gaze to one corner of the tent. A footstep, and your attention is drawn to the other. 

It's hard to relax without a lap to hide your face in, or a rough, familiar hand in the curve of your neck. 

You're not sure where Steve is today. It's like that here, sometimes. You'll be told to do one thing and sent to do another, and while you'd been sent home ages ago, he's still out, and so is Robin. 

You miss her a lot lately. She's not around much. To think you hadn't trusted her when you first met… it's all silly looking back. You couldn't believe she wanted to be your friend until after she'd— 

Connor. 

You bite your cheek and try not to think about it. You'd found it hard to trust Robin until she, with Steve (and few others) came to find you. When Connor stole you. Paralysed with fear, you'd walked miles in the cold, his pistol a threat tucked into his jeans. 

The memories surface one at a time like barbs emerging from a slow sand. How stupid you were. How scared. And Connor ‘The Creep’, how cruel he'd been, the crush of his hand on your face and the way he'd thrown your head back into a wall. The disorientation, the ache of your wrists, the claustrophobia. All of it. 

You raise your hand to your face and feel for the scars. They're miniscule now, practically invisible. They would've faded completely if they hadn't gotten infected. Your index nail catches on the worst one near your mouth and feels back and forth the length of it with a morbid sense of otherness. 

It hadn't taken much for him to do whatever it was he wanted to do. If Steve hadn't cared enough to look for you, Connor would've done much worse. You'd been completely and totally helpless, and that feeling isn't one the heart likes to remember. Your pulse climbs, climbs, races, a sudden pressure in your throat like you might gag. You hurry into a sitting position with a hand on your heart, the other screwed into the floor of the tent, and struggle to draw breath. Each inhale feels like you've pulled it through a narrow straw. 

He must hear it from outside of the tent. “Y/N?” Steve asks worriedly, his voice before his face, though his face swiftly follows as he brushes aside the tents opening to find you. “What's wrong?” 

You wave a hand at him weakly. 

He climbs in, the clay of the river mud thick on his shoes and hard not to think of as he kneels at your side. “Hey,” he says, his hand on your wrist, eyebrows tugged down into a deep furrow. “Why are you panicking? You're okay.” 

“I'm fine.” 

“Yeah, you are.” He smiles, barely, giving your hand a weak squeeze. “You're fine. So let's breathe.” 

Steve takes big, deep breaths for you to follow. You fail to copy him, but it doesn't matter. His being here is enough to feel safe again, to be here, and not a hundred miles northward, huddled and crying in an abandoned cabin thinking you'd never get to go home. 

“Ah,” you say, unintelligible sputter, chest aching like a wound, “sorry, sorry,” —you duck your head— “sorry.” 

“Would you–” 

“I'm sorry.” 

“Stop it.” He ducks his head low to find you, hand searching for your other, bringing both to hold atop your knees. “What's the matter, huh? Why are you freaking out?” 

He speaks gently, but betrays his own panic with a bad habit, the slightest quirk of his mouth. 

“It won't make sense.”

“Says who?” 

“It was a long time ago.” 

Steve's lips part. 

“It–” Your eyes ache, your throat too. “It's– It doesn't make any sense, I shouldn't be–” You shake your head. 

Steve lets go of your wrists. “Honey, it doesn't matter when it happened,” he says, measured, as though painting each word between you one by one. 

“I was just laying down and I was thinking about Connor. Why am I still thinking about him?” You stare hard at the spot between his eyes. “It's been so long since… My hands…” 

Steve's eyelashes flare with surprise, but he hides it quickly, a more solid expression of unhappiness taking place. “Aw, babe,” he says under his breath. He brings his fingers to your cheek and wipes up and down reassuringly. “I don't think you get to choose. We don't pick what stays around, right?” 

“I don't want to think about it at all.” You inhale too quick and Steve cups your cheek. 

“Relax,” he says, still so quiet. “Who cares why you're thinking about it? You're not doing anything wrong. You didn't do anything wrong.” He looks at you imploringly. “You know that, right?” 

“Yeah, of course I do. He wasn't well–” 

“No, he wasn't. And he hurt you, and if you think about it, that's okay. Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Can you–?” 

His smile softens. He wraps his arms around your waist, forcing you to go over his shoulders as he leans back to drag you in. You let the entirety of your weight sink into his grasp, sighing as he sighs, and breathing in again with his breath. His hair smells like the river, and his shirt is damp under your hands. He's cold, likely tired from a long day, but he doesn't give any indication to you that this is too much to have to deal with. If anything, you'd think he's quite enjoying himself, his sigh long and relieved. 

“Please don't panic about him,” he says into your collar. “Don't be scared. Nobody's ever getting near you like that again, I swear.” 

“I'm not scared.” Even if someone does get close, Steve's always gonna be right behind you. You know he'll fight to get you back. 

“Don't worry,” he says, pushing his face into your neck. “Sweetheart, please don't worry.” 

Sweetheart. You close your eyes and slouch into him like all the strength has left you. It's nice to just lean on him, and know he doesn't mind the weight. Despite everything, Steve loves you. 

“Sorry,” you say. For crying, and for having failed in the first place. 

He pushes you backward gently to take your face into two hands. 

“You get the wrong things wrong,” he says, smiling ruefully. “You know? You care about all the wrong things, and that's not– I'm not– I don't care. I don't care that you're upset about this, you don't have to be sorry for it, I just care that you're crying. We've talked about this before, haven't we? I'm sorry I haven't made it clear, but I'll keep trying, okay? And you need to keep telling me how you're feeling without thinking it's something to be sorry for.” 

You pout a little to stop from crying, tears anew in your waterline. To be loved by him is enough to put the past back in the past for now. “Do you ever stop talking?” you ask. 

“Nope,” he says, beaming at you as he wipes your cheek, “never. Not when I'm with you.” 

[trash1129]

SELF-SABOTAGE | Chapter 33: Crush

‘You have to be shitting me’

(Y/n) stared at Soobin’s back as he focused on the locked door in front of him.

“What the hell are you talking about-” Soobin pauses as he finally turns to face the other person in the room. His tall stature freezing as the two made eye contact.

The air was tense as they stared at one another. (Y/n) seated at a break room table while Soobin stood by the door. The only sound being the group behind the door shuffling. It was suffocating from how awkward everything felt at that moment. Plus, the two were obviously still not doing the best after their ‘break up’.

(Y/n)’s hands moved to her lap and began to fidget with her fingers in hopes of calming the tension within her. Soobin shifted in his spot as he felt his throat tightening at the sight of (Y/n).

Despite this, he was the first one between the two to speak up.

“Hey..”, he said almost breathlessly causing the girl to look at him with a hesitant stare.

“Hi.” (Y/n)’s reply was barley audible.

It fell silent between them once more. (Y/n)’s eyes looking away from Soobin her mind going haywire from seeing him. Her chest feeling tight just from the small interaction alone.

However, Soobin’s gaze remained on her; taking in all her details even though he has seen them all before.

“Um, I saw the performance.”

That comment was enough to turn the girl’s attention back to Soobin. He shifted in his place once more.

“You did?” (Y/n) asked softly, almost nervous sounding.

Soobin nodded slowly and gave her a small smile that made her heart ache, “Yeah, you guys did great.”

(Y/n) gave him a tight lipped smile and thanked him quietly. She hated this. She hated how awkward they felt. She hated how much her heart ached from just staring at him. All she could think of was everything they did together. It was painful.

Soobin let out a shaky sigh and slowly walked over, taking a seat across from (Y/n).

Silence once more.

(Y/n) looked over at Soobin, who was quick to look away as if he was caught staring for too long, and sighed. “I’m surprised you still came.” She muttered out as Soobin looked at her again.

“Of course I would,” his tone was the same quiet one she grew used to on the late nights they stayed up, “I told you I’d be there.”

(Y/n) swallowed thickly at the comment feeling her heart stop for a moment. She was quick to shut down the feeling as she reminded herself that he most likely did it out a friendly act.

Soobin looked hesitant as he went to say what was on his mind, “you looked amazing out there.”

“Don’t say that.”

“What?” He seemed surprised by (Y/n)’s sudden snap. Did he overstep a boundary? He was internally freaking out more than he already was now.

(Y/n) looked down at her lap, “Please don’t say stuff like that.” Her voice strained slightly as she spoke.

Soobin stared at her in confusion. Her eyes focused on her hands in her lap rather than the boy across from her. Her hands now tightly gripping each other as if to calm herself.

The boy slowly looked away from her and also directed his line of sight to the floor. An “I’m sorry.” was all he mumbled.

His apology seemed to be the final straw on (Y/n)’s growing heartache as, as soon as the words left his mouth, tears pricked her eyes. Every emotion she pushed back and distracted herself from was coming to the surface after being pushed down for so long.

She didn’t want to cry over something as stupid as an apology from him but with every memory running through her head and her suppressed feelings flooding in, it was impossible. She missed him and now here she was making him feel bad for just being nice to her.

(Y/n) struggled to fight off an oncoming sob. Her body jerked slightly as she let a small one slip out with some stray tears falling from her.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Soobin.

The tall male immediately feeling himself panic.

What the hell did he do to make you start crying?? He didn’t know but he felt horrible for it.

“Oh my gosh, (Y/n). I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m so sorry.” The words spewed out of his mouth in a blind panic.

(Y/n) quickly shook her head at his comment,

“No, no! Please don’t apologize. I made myself cry. Please stop apologizing”

Soobin felt his heart break slightly at how broken her voice sounded but suddenly felt himself grow confused. What did she mean by that?

As Soobin’s confusion grew, (Y/n) finally looked over at him. She was still fighting off a full blown breakdown; feeling lowkey embarrassed at Soobin seeing her like this.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let stuff go as far as they did because now things are weird between us.”

The words just tumbled out of her in a sudden wave of emotion as tears started falling from her eyes more.

“I feel so dumb and I’m sorry for avoiding you but it hurts so bad to see you. It hurts to know that we never really were together. Every time I look at you all I can think about is all the stupid shit you would do and I have to remind myself that you weren’t actually my boyfriend. I forced you into this and then selfishly fell for the own lie I made. You hated me. I forced myself into your life because I was selfish and now I hurt myself doing that. Even though I know you did everything for the plan it felt so real.” (Y/n) continued to word vomit seemingly unable to stop it, “I got so scared when I realized that Jaeyi no longer was there because I didn’t want to admit everything was for that. I was scared that I felt myself grow so used to everything we did. I would look forward to every date we had. Even if we just decided to stay in, you still somehow made everything so fun.”

(Y/n) was so focused on her rambling that she didn’t notice Soobin staring at her with wide eyes.

A sniffle came from the girl as she continued, “I’m so sorry that I just cut everything off suddenly but I was scared. I really didn’t want it to be fake. I’m sorry that I let it get real for me, Soobin. I’m sorry because now we can’t even be friends because I was dumb and messed it up for both of us.”

“(Y/n),”

“I just don’t know what to do because I miss you but I don’t know if that you was real.”

“(Y/n), listen-”

“No, please don’t say anything because this is embarrassing as it is and I don’t know if I can take anymore even though I did this to myself-”

Her rambling was cut off by Soobin as he suddenly pulled her into a hug.

When did he get up from his seat?

She didn’t know, but she couldn’t help but hug him back tightly. The smell of his cologne that she grew so used to made her feel more at ease.

Soobin held her until she calmed down. Feeling a bit emotional himself. He felt relief that he wasn’t the only one that was hurting between the two of them but also torn up that (Y/n) was in so much pain over this. She really thought everything he felt and did for her was fake? That thought alone stung.

The two parted slowly; Soobin’s hands still rested on her shoulders as they did so.

(Y/n) gently wiped her cheeks and sniffled, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spring that all on you. It’s just that it’s been on my chest and I kept pushing it to the-”

“I never hated you.”

(Y/n) paused and looked at him with furrowed brows. Her (E/c) eyes boring into Soobin’s brown ones.

“What?”

“I said, I never hated you.”

Soobin felt a weight come off his shoulders as he admitted this.

“I know you’ll probably not believe me and I understand how ironic this is going to sound, but I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time.” He finally confessed causing (Y/n) to just stare at him baffled.

It felt weirdly therapeutic to admit this after years of pretending to hate her. Soobin suddenly felt stupid for even keeping up the act because this felt easier than putting himself through all the stress of acting.

(Y/n), on the other hand, was beyond confused.

“But you have been acting like I’ve been the bane of your existence for years.”

While (Y/n) felt her heart skip a beat when he admitted her liked her, she couldn’t help but feel perplexed.

A shameful sounding sigh came from the tall boy in front of her as his eyes shifted away from her embarrassed.

“I don’t know if you’ve picked up on this, but I’m literally an awkward mess when it comes to processing things.” He sarcastically jabs,

“It’s stupid and childish but when I discovered I liked you, you already seemed you dislike me. So, being a stupid teenager at the time, I decided any attention was good attention even if it meant constantly trying to get your attention by being an ass.”

Suddenly, the quiet room filled with growing laughter from (Y/n).

“Are you serious right now?” She asked between giggles, “You could’ve just apologized and started being nice to me and we would’ve been friends much sooner.”

Soobin felt himself relax as (Y/n) laughed at the situation.

“It’s kind of hilarious that the story I made up on how we started dating was somewhat accurate.” She admitted once calming down a bit.

Soobin nodded in agreement as a small smile crawled onto his face. It felt good to see her laughing again. The silence between them feeling peaceful and needed after all the tension from before.

After a moment of peace, Soobin gently jabbed (Y/n)’s side.

“So…what I got from all of this is that you like me so much that it brings you to tears. Didn’t know I affected you so much. Guess I’m that charming, huh?” He smirked while teasing the girl in front of him.

(Y/n) was quick to scoff and roll her eyes, “you flatter yourself too much.” She said him jabbing him in the side in return, “But I guess you were an okay fake boyfriend.”

“Oh come on, you quite literally just confessed how much you like me.” Soobin rebutted.

“And I can retract that statement if you want.” (Y/n) mocked causing Soobin’s eyes to widen and shake his head.

The girl laughed and looked up at Soobin with a small smile settling on her lips. “So…how’d you like to be my boyfriend?” Her expression content as she stared up at Soobin.

Soobin looked off to the side and let out a hum of fake contemplation, “for real this time?”

“Yeah. For real this time.”

“Then yeah, I guess I’d be down with that.” Soobin smiled widely making his dimples come on full display.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes once more and gently laid her head on Soobin’s chest as she brought him into another embrace. The two just holding each other quietly and taking in everything. (Y/n) listening to Soobin’s soft heartbeat. Both feeling like everything was okay again.

“Soobin?” (Y/n) quietly spoke up.

“Hm?”

“I’m so gonna hold your old crush on me over your head.”

Summary: After (Y/n) breaks up with her ex, Do Jaeyi, she isn’t left alone by him. Finally after being bothered nonstop, she breaks and tells him she is dating her high school rival, Choi Soobin. Now they are left to keep up the act of being a couple till this all blows over. Little does (Y/n) know Soobin has been waiting for a chance like this.

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A/n: TADAAAAAAAAA here it is! This isn’t the end though! I’m going to probably make 1 or 2 more chapters before officially calling it quits. I’m gonna say what I’ve been saying for the past few chapters but I’m not very happy with how this chapter turned out but I don’t want to keep you guys waiting any longer. Please enjoy!

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[ipegchangbin]

let me indulge u for a moment

mmm fem chan riding your fingers so desperately :(( her cunt wraps so perfectly around your fingers and they slide in and out with ease, covered in her arousal :(

she gets a little too excited and ruts too hard into your hand and you tsk. “slow down, princess, we have all night…and i havent even properly fucked you yet.”

she whines and begs for you to just fuck her already and you comply. she cries at the lack of contact from her cunt and you laugh.

“miss my fingers already? rather have them than my cock?”

“no! please, need you,” she slurs and tugs at your pants for your strap.

i had to stop there god i want her so bad

this is so good im gonna cry tears down my legs pls keep GOING

fem chan would be so needy for the strap its adorable. she’d suck on your fingers while undoing your pants for you, licking up her own essence while letting her drool slip down on your strap.

but her cunt aches and clenches around nothing as she waits, watching you lube yourself up with your wet fingers and she whimpers at the sight. you run your free hand through her hair, giggling as it naturally curled up, calling her all sorts of a “good baby girl”

she whines into your hand and mumbles something about “wanting you so bad,” but she barely finishes her thought as her pussy sinks down on you suddenly. you feel her tight cunt getting stretched, you feel as she instantly coats you in even more wetness, you hear her babble “love your cock, love you, ah—fuck me” in that sweet little accent of hers.

she could cum from being filled like that alone — and she did. but that only gave you an excuse to fuck her more, to hold onto her pretty breasts as you ruined her better than your fingers did, to send her over the edge again and again and again until she’s whining nonsense into your mouth, pouting and kissing you with full lips as she cums twice, thrice, four times, and so on.

chan stills on your lap after how many rounds and she’s dizzy, cock still sunken deep inside her.

“c-can you…please eat me out?” she shyly requests, big puppy eyes looking into you as if she wasn’t already fucked out to high heaven.