#i used to think he was just cute but now i think he’s hot as fuck

[gremlingottoosilly]

It’s my birthday today, and all I think about is König having fun with his secretary and them getting caught😔🙏🏻

Happy birthday!! CEO!Konig is probably working in the defence sector or weapon manufacturing. He is just enough of a fucking sociopath to never care about who is going to get the weapons he is selling, but he is also not quite social enough for the job that requires less action and more social contacts. Maybe sprinkling in some charity work, just to get the public off his ass - like he isn't thinking about the ways of blowing up his enemies twice as much as he thinks about supplying the nearest puppy shelter with dog food. You're his cute social butterfly - adorable enough to make the clients talk to you instead of Konig, who would rather delegate all conversations to his assistants but also firm enough to set him in place whenever he becomes a bit too violent in his desires and contracts. You know how to keep him in line - his obsessive nature is being swept off its feet whenever you show a bit of cleavage and cockwarm him for a gruesome paperwork session. You also know what to do when he snaps - just be his good girl and let him lock you in his office for s few hours, fucking you until you can't stand straight. He will promise to make you his pretty housewife, holed up in his mansion with zero responsibilities...but both of you know it's impossible - especially with how much he relies on having your sweet body available to him at all times. Horangi honestly didn't want to walk on his boss and the pretty secretary having sex, but, in his defense, he also didn't know they would actually do it in the fucking office. With Konig's hips slamming against yours, your moans only muffled by biting his hand as a form of foreplay, you were a sight to behold...and Horangi beheld, watching you like a teenager who saw porn for the first time. He is getting thrown out of the office for a few days at least - but now he has proofs of what you're actually doing as Konig's secretary. Honestly, having CEO!Konig obsessed over you in insanely hot and weird at the same time...this man will use guns and other weapons instead of normal gifts - would talk your ear off of how you should learn how to shoot and get your gun license, but would also assign at least two bodyguards for you at all times, just because he is too fucking paranoid of you either cheating on him, or being kidnapped by his business rivals.

[yuri-is-online]

I love your one sided Floyd vs Ace thing because Ace is just trying to play wingman from the background so Yuu will stop talking about how Floyd's "Such a sweet boy!", like he didn't just try to take Aces head off during practice. And "He visited my class today" , yeah perfect, Floyd visited him today too. For very differnt reasons though. or "He just helped me dye my hair! Doesn't it look good?". It does but that's besides the point.

Bro Floyd is pining SO HARD rn it's not even funny anymore! He's always lost in fantasies but they're not even the hot kind! No, he's daydreaming about holding Yuus hand and going to that one really cute Cafe in Port city that Yuu always calls a "French Cafe". He doesn't know what the hell a French is but you know what! Calling it that makes you happy so that Cafe is French! He wants that excuse to come find you whenever he wants a nap and fall asleep in your lap as you pet him to sleep, and no one can even say shit about cause like! You'd be together.

But he thinks that Ace is trying to get together with Yuu and that just puts his mood way below the poverty line. HES NOT. HE SWEARS HES NOT. ACE JUST WANTS TO TEASE YUU FOR THEIR STUPID GROSS CRUSH NOT BE CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF IT!

AlsoYuuisthepervertintherelationshipthankyouforcomingtomyTEDtalk

ah confused the ducky you. you always see my floyd visions so clearly, i am so happy

I like Ace's relationship with Yuu in pretty much all flavors, when I'm writing floydyuu I think of Ace as the self appointed mom friend/older brother. He likes the feeling of power and responsibility he gets from it since he's used to being the baby of the family. Floyd thinks that little shrimpy is funny and cute at first, someone he could chase around similar to Riddle.

But then they beat Azul. They beat Azul by annoying Sea Lion, who constantly ignores and mocks his attempts to fight him. They got under his skin, that's just on a different level. He's paying close attention now, and he likes what he sees. At first it's exciting, he likes new things and these feelings are certainly new. But it also makes him notice little things. Like how much closer you are to Crabby than you are to him. The jealousy just eats him up because he feels like he shouldn't be? Crabby kind of sucks? He's seen how his color changing magic is, he can't imagine he'd be a better option than him. But shrimpy giggles at his jokes and spends almost all their free time with him. He hates it, and it's starting to effect his... not quite but yeah kind of friendship with Crabby.

Meanwhile Yuu is savoring any sort of contact they can get with him. I love the hair dye suggestion, Floyd says he'll give you one color but really he just wants an excuse to put a streak of teal where his swoop would be on your head. He's too much of a coward to do it, going with whatever you request instead and how happy you are makes it almost worth it until you babble about how you'll have to show your friends how cool it is and what a good job he did. He makes a point of visiting Ace intending to threaten him but he ends up just whining about how he doesn't know how to get through to you, and asking if Ace knows anything about what a "french" is (he thinks it's a dessert) before he lapses into the silence of daydream while Ace wonders if it would be worth it to get Jamil involved.

Yuu gets the perv title for being into a literal fish on top ha of going along with whatever Floyd comes up with. Please do not underestimate his imagination he can be quite filthy when he wants to be, he's just being a good boy and only thinking about extramarital h*nd h*lding for now (•̀⤙•́ )

[hanni-bae44]

Title: When I Was Your Man (Wooyoung)

Pairing- Wooyoung x fem!reader (ft. Yunho)

Genre- angst, suggestive, fluff if you squint (warnings: mature language, mentions of sex, cheating & alcohol)

Word Count- 9.9k

Summary- The story in which Wooyoung didn’t know how good he had it with you until you were no longer his. Alternatively, you’ve moved on with someone who made you happy now. Someone who didn’t take you for granted. And Wooyoung didn’t like how it wasn’t him.

A/N- This story is inspired by the songs When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars & Just A Dream by Nelly, so please give them a listen if you want :) Also, Italicized scenes represent flashbacks. Disclaimer: this fic is in no way meant to portray Wooyoung irl, it’s just fiction :D

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“How do I look?” You twirled around in your flowy white sundress and you looked absolutely stunning in Wooyoung’s eyes.

“You look gorgeous, babe.” He couldn’t take his eyes off you as he stood up from the picnic blanket to walk towards you. His hands went on your waist, pulling you closer towards him. While your arms snaked around his neck. There was a sparkle in your eyes and Wooyoung swore he saw the whole galaxy in them. He could see how much love you had for him and his heart swelled from it all. He wanted this moment to last forever. He wanted you to be his forever.

The sun was bright as it shined down on the both of you but it wasn’t hot. The weather was breezy, the grass was green, and the blue sky was clear. The day was perfect for what he had planned and he couldn’t wait to surprise you with the ring.

It was your fourth year anniversary and he just wanted to make this day perfect for you. You loved picnics and nature so here he was at the Han River. He prepared your favorite flowers and even cooked your favorite foods. He couldn’t wait to recount this special moment to his future kids one day. To tell them that this was where he proposed to their mother. It was a memorable place too since it was where you both had your first date. He still remembered the early days where he’d chase after you because you’d turn down his efforts. It was hard to score a date with you but he knew you had your reasons. He used to be the type to mess around and had a bad reputation so he didn’t blame you. If he was you, he wouldn’t have given him a chance either.

But thanks to that one date where you gave him a chance despite everyone telling you not to, he found the love of his life. And here she was, beautiful as ever.

“Do you see us together as an old couple?” you randomly asked, causing Wooyoung to raise a brow.

“What?” There was a smirk creeping at his lips. You were so cute with your random questions. 

“I was just thinking. We’d look cute together with our gray hair and all, don't you think?” You were playing with the back of his hair and looking at him like he was your whole world.

“Yeah we would." The way you smiled at him made him feel like a teenage boy all over again. He was so happy. "I love you,” he mumbled.

“I love you too.” Your voice was gentle. Gosh, he loved your voice. Your eyes were glossy and full of admiration too and he could just tell you were about to lean in for a kiss. So before you could, he backed up and got on one knee, pulling a ring out of his pocket.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” It was insane how alive you made him feel. What did he ever do before you? He didn’t want to imagine a life without you ever again. 

Your hand flew to your mouth as your eyes said yes, but before you could verbally respond, the sky behind you was rumbling and turned a deep shade of blue and grey. You both stared up at the tenebrous sky.

“Wooyoung? What’s happening?” you asked, your voice weak. But he didn’t know what to tell you. He was unsure as well.

Wooyoung tried to stand up but he kept tripping since the ground began to shake too. Just what was going on? Was this an Earthquake? It didn't make sense. If this were an Earthquake, surely it would just be the ground. What was up with the sky? It was just so pretty a minute ago but now it was so dark and gloomy out of no where.

A muffled “babe,” rang in his ear so he turned his attention back to you, only to realize that you were gone. It was as if you had just vanished into thin air. He began to look around. Just where did everyone go? Even the picnic he had prepared for you vanished too.

All that was left of the scenery was just the field of grass, the river, and a thunderstorm. He stared up at the gloomy sky. Then all of a sudden, a lighting strike struck the ground a few feet in front of him. Startled, he scrambled backwards, trying to get away.

He blinked one more time as he fell backwards, then suddenly everything turned dark.

Wooyoung jumped, sitting up right away. When he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of his dresser and TV in front of him. He glanced down at himself, then realized that he was back in his room.

Fuck, was it all a dream?

His hand immediately went to his forehead. Just why was his head pounding so soon in the morning?

“Babe.” A female voice muttered from beside him.

Wooyoung turned towards the owner of the voice. That wasn’t you, he realized. He frowned. 

“How did you sleep?” she asked, while grabbing onto his clammy hands. “You were smiling so much in your sleep and even said ‘I love you’ and then all of a sudden you were quiet. Were you dreaming of me? Did you mean it?” Her smile annoyed him so much.

Wooyoung couldn’t help but glare at Ryujin. She was the reason you left him. He met her at the club one night after an argument with you. He tried to push her away but she kept coming onto him and eventually he gave in. Wooyoung kept blaming Ryujin for being the reason you dumped him. But deep down, he knew it wasn’t her fault. She only gave him the bait, he was the one that bit onto it. So as much as he blamed everyone around him for his actions, deep down he knew he had no one to blame but himself.

“You should go,” he said absent-mindedly. Ryujin only reminded him of what he had with you. He didn’t even want to see her anymore. It only made him feel disgusted and dirty. Even more so than he already felt. 

“But shouldn’t we talk about us? We’ve been having sex for months now. What are we? Should we just make it official?” She asked as she clung onto his arm. 

And Fuck, was she annoying. 

“I told you I wasn’t looking for anything serious. So get out. And let this be the last time you’re here too because whatever we had ends today.” His voice was assertive and cold. He wasn’t playing around. 

“But babe-”

“Go!” His voice grew louder and Ryujin started to tear up as she rummaged through the mess on the floor for her clothing. 

Before Ryujin left, she looked at him one last time. "She'll never take you back. What you and her had is long over. You can take it out on me all you want but you were the one that begged me to distract you that night. Remember that." She waited for him to respond but when he didn’t, she stormed off.

Wooyoung just stared blankly at his dresser when she went off on her tantrum. He was so damn tired of her. He knew what she was trying to do. She wanted him to care and start an argument but he didn't even care about himself, let alone give two fucks about her.

He glanced around his bedroom when she left. It was a mess. There were piles of clothes everywhere, empty water bottles sprawled at every corner, and sheets that haven’t been washed in months. He was living in absolute filth. And yet none of it mattered. Nothing in his life has mattered since the day you left. 

Wooyoung rubbed at his eyes once more when he heard his apartment door slam. Finally, she was gone. 

That dream he just had about proposing to you gave him a wake up call. Just what was he doing with his life engaging in meaningless hook ups?

He’d been trying to fill the void for four months now, sleeping wth Ryujin and random girls at the club every night. But shit got boring real quick when sex was all they had to offer. He began to crave the emotional connection that one has when in a relationship. The emotional connection that came with having someone genuinely care about him. And to think, he once found it suffocating and annoying to have someone care so much about him.

But now? It was all he wanted.

He tried to move on. He really did. But he just couldn’t stop comparing every girl to you.

No one could ever fill the void you left in his heart. He missed you so much but he knew you deserved better. You were happy with someone else now and he had to live with that. After all, he was the one that cheated and took you for granted. And now you were with someone better. Someone who didn’t take you for granted.

Wooyoung wasn’t going to cry again, he told himself. He had work and the hangover was bad enough. He had to get started on his day and stop thinking of you.

He showered, brushed his teeth, dressed himself, then walked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, but there was nothing inside but a couple beers. His stomach was growling and the hangover from last night was killing him. His mind momentarily drifted to you since he was so used to you making breakfast for him. Yet another thing he took for granted.

He sighed. He barely ate these days. But for the sake of survival, he had too. 

After rummaging through the cabinets, he finally managed to find a snack that wasn’t too bad. It was a custard dessert that had been expired for a month now. And since he had nothing else to eat, he settled for that. It was better than starving. 

“I have to get ready for work,” Wooyoung whined with a smile on his face. The both of you had just woken up and you couldn’t stop smothering him with kisses. He loved moments like this with you but he already wasted an hour to sleep in. If you kept kissing and pressing your body against his, he was sure he was going to get hard and be late for work. He had to start getting ready for the day and so he reluctantly pushed you back. “We can finish this when I get home okay baby? I really need to brush my teeth now.” 

You smiled back at him. You had bedhead and you were sure there was probably crust in your eyes but still, Wooyoung looked at you as if you were the most beautiful person on Earth. “I’ll make you breakfast while you shower then,” you offered as you stood up. “Do you want pancakes again?”

“You know me so well, baby." He kissed your forehead before hopping in the shower. He loved you so much. You always offered to do everything for him and you knew his preferences so well. How did he get so lucky? “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too.” You smiled at him.

A tear trailed down Wooyoung’s eyes as he grabbed his keys on the kitchen island. He missed your voice so much. He’d do anything to hear your voice telling him that you loved him again. But he had to stop thinking about you. He had to get it together for work. 

During his commute, he turned on the radio to distract his thoughts. But he should’ve known better. It was Valentine’s Day and the radio was full of love songs. He switched from station to station but every damn one was just love song after love song.

The joy he felt when he finally got to a station that wasn't playing a love song was indescribable. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he listened to the advertisement for some dish soap. Never has he been more excited to think about washing the dishes. He used to love cooking, and just remembered, making a mental note to go get groceries after work. Right as he was getting into the mood of dish soap, the radio host began to talk about Valentine’s Day and before he knew it, another love song started to play.

He was one second away from changing the song when he heard the intro. Then his hand froze.

It was your favorite song.

The song you and him danced to last Valentine's day in the living room of his apartment. 

You scrolled on Spotify to find the song 'Perfect' by Ed Sheeren. It was your favorite love song of all time. You've always dreamed of dancing to this song with the love of your life and now that you found him, you wanted to make the dream a reality.

"Dance with me.” You dragged him by the hands to the empty area of the living room and placed your hands around his neck.

"I don't know, babe. I just ate a lot of pasta. I very much overate." Wooyoung patted his tummy and you playfully rolled your eyes. His hands found home on your waist anyway despite him feeling too full to even move. There was no way he was going to deny you this dance. Not when you looked so happy.

"You shouldn't have eaten so much then."

"Not my fault you make the best pasta."

You smiled. "Just follow my lead, you dramatic baby. You'll be fine."

You both started to slow dance to the music, staring into each other’s eyes. The lights were perfectly dimmed and the mood was as romantic as it could ever be. Despite not wanting to dance at first, Wooyoung eventually found himself getting into the grove. He loved you so much. He felt like his heart could burst at any second as he stared into your pretty eyes.

“Babe?” He mumbled.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

-

After work, Wooyoung was so tired.

He just wanted to sleep and forget about his boring life but then his friends-- Mingi and Seonghwa-- showed up at his door unannounced and now here he was at the bar, drinking again. He told himself he was done with hookups this morning but he still needed something to numb the pain. Numb the thoughts. Anything to get his mind off you.

And alcohol was always reliable.  

“I know it sucks seeing couples all around you but what happened to that Ryujin girl? Haven’t you been seeing her for months now?” Mingi asked.

“She’s gone. It didn’t mean anything. So I ended it.” Wooyoung mumbled, downing another shot. 

“Alright, that’s enough. We brought you here to have a good time, not blackout again. It’s been four months. She’s moved on and so should you.” Seonghwa insisted, taking the shot glass away from him. It was obvious his friends hated seeing him like that. They missed the upbeat and social Wooyoung. The one that could carry a conversation with anyone and make everyone laugh.

These days, Wooyoung was just angry and sad.

A former shell of himself. 

“I’m a terrible person." Wooyoung stated. He wasn't even begging for compliments, he just wanted his friends to know that and hate him just as much as he hated himself. He tried to push everyone away but his friends knew better than to let Wooyoung waste his life away and pity himself.

“Yeah, you are terrible.” Mingi said honestly. “But she’s happy now. Did you see her Instagram pictures? She’s dating a new guy now and he's attractive. You should find someone too. That girl over there,” Mingi pointed out, "She's into you, I can feel it."

"I'm done with hook ups, so no thanks. And she blocked me so no I didn't see shit,” Wooyoung mumbled.

His friends tried to get him to be himself again. To socialize and talk to people again. But their efforts were fruitless. All Wooyoung wanted to do was drink and he did exactly that.

And by the end of the night, it would be Mingi who carried him back into his apartment while Seonghwa tucked him in. He had to hold back the urge to scold Wooyoung for letting his bedroom accumulate into a mess of a landfill.

“Y/N,” Wooyoung mumbled drunkenly, tugging on Seonghwa’s arms with his eyes shut, “Don’t leave me.” 

Seonghwa sighed, knowing how you used to tuck Wooyoung in every night when he came back drunk. You did so much for him, even when you had your suspicions. 

Seonghwa felt like Wooyoung was stupid for cheating and lying. But he also empathized with him. Wooyoung punished himself enough. And while there was nothing he could do to fix his past mistakes, he could move on and change for the better. Because life went on.

And Seonghwa only hoped Wooyoung would realize this before it was too late.

[ 4 months ago ]

It was your fourth year anniversary with Wooyoung and you were so excited.

Despite the frequent arguments and how distant he has become the past four weeks, you pushed it all aside. Today was a special day and you wouldn’t let anything ruin it. 

Wanting to look your best, you even got your hair done the other day. You tried to wait for him after work yesterday but he came home late again because of work. Something always came up these days, but you supposed it was alright. It was inevitable.

You woke up extra early thanks to the alarm on your phone. You had to get a head start to surprise him with a good breakfast before work. You couldn't wait to sit down and eat breakfast with him for once. When was the last time you and him ate together in the mornings? You couldn't even recall.

After two hours, you finished Wooyoung’s favorite chocolate chip pancakes along with eggs and his favorite latte. You then did your makeup and wore his favorite white sundress on you. You couldn’t wait to get his reaction to what you prepared. You even got him flowers for once since you read online that men rarely received flowers in their lifetime. 

After setting up everything on the dinner table, you sat on the sofa and held the bouquet of roses in your hands while you waited for him to finish getting ready. You heard his alarm ring a while ago and you couldn’t hold in your excitement, bouncing your leg the whole time.

The moment he walked into the kitchen, you came towards him with flowers and kissed him good morning on the cheek despite how he didn't even look up. He was always texting. Always on his phone. “Did you sleep well? You come home so late these days, I rarely see your face anymore.” You tried to smile, you really did. But he was still on his damn phone. You grimaced when you saw how he didn’t even acknowledge you. “Babe?” you tried again. 

“Yeah?” he grumbled, eyes still glued to his messages app. It was probably his friend or another family member, you convinced yourself. The last thing you wanted to do was ask him who it was again.

Especially after he went off on you for being 'nosey' the other week.

“Who are you always texting these days? I thought you didn’t like texting much.”

“Just my cousin,” he sighed, eyes glued to his phone on date night. 

“Right.”

Then finally, he looked up at you. But he looked annoyed. “What exactly does ‘right’ mean? You're so nosey these days Y/N, what happened to privacy? Don't you trust me?”

“You know what? No, I don't trust you anymore. Because who the hell texts their cousin long ass paragraphs with heart emojis every hour of the day? You must think I’m stupid don’t you?”

“You’re overreacting. You know how she’s about to graduate. She just wants advice on the job market.”

“Right.”

“There you go again.” He rolled his eyes. “You don’t believe me do you? Just say it. Whatever you’re thinking, just say it!”

“Are you cheating on me?”

“No. I’m not. I can't even believe you're even accusing me of that! We've been together almost four years now and you still don't trust me? What do I have to do for you to believe me, huh?”

“Show me your messages right now.” You were never like this. You never got jealous to this extent. But he was making you insane with how distant and dismissive he was being.

The past month? Wooyoung always came home late. He was cold. He didn't touch you anymore. His kisses were chaste. And most of all, his work clothes reeked of a woman’s perfume. And when you confronted him about it? He just brushed it off. Something about his old lady coworker always giving him a hug before clocking off. But did that old coworker also give him the marks on his neck? Yeah, you weren't stupid.

“You can’t be serious,” he scoffed. “You’re so insecure these days, it’s actually insane. You know what? You either trust me or you don’t. I’m leaving.” 

“Where are you going? It’s late!” You threw your fork on the table, and jumped up only to be met by the slam of the door.

You were so angry and annoyed at him for always leaving during an argument. You just wanted to talk things through for once but he would always lie or shift the blame on you and make you feel crazy. You didn’t know how much you could take it anymore.

You were stupidly in love with him. But you weren’t stupid. You knew something was going on. There had to be someone else.

You just didn’t have proof.

You couldn’t stop the tears that day. He didn’t come home that night and once again, you slept on the sofa, waiting for him to return.

Taking a deep breath, you tried not to think about that memory anymore as you plastered on a pretty smile for your fourth year anniversary.

Even if he was different now, you knew the Wooyoung you fell in love with was still there. Somewhere.

So despite your doubts, you were going to attempt to make this relationship work. No relationship was perfect. And you weren’t going to get deterred so easily. You wouldn’t give up just yet.

“What do you think of my hair?” you beamed, turning around to show him the back. “I just got it done yesterday.”

“Looks great,” he sighed, but you could tell he didn't even bother to look up from his phone.

“You didn’t even look,” you sulked.

“I did look and I said it looks great, what else do you want me to say?” he grumbled as he looked you dead in the eyes. “I need to get to work now, Google maps says there’s traffic on the way.”

“Oh,” you sighed. Disappointed, you placed the bouquet of roses (that he didn’t even noticed were for him) onto the counter. “Well take some pancakes with you then, I’ll wrap them up for you.”

“It’s fine. I’m not hungry.”

“But you love these pancakes. I even woke up early to make them for you.”

“Yeah, well I didn’t ask you to do that. I used to like them but you make them practically everyday now, don't you get sick of them? Because I do.” He raised his voice. Something he did so much these days and yet you still felt a tear prick at your eye.

“You could’ve just told me that earlier...” You felt your voice get smaller as your eyes brimmed with tears. You’ve cried a lot the past month because of Wooyoung but the fact that today was your fourth year anniversary and he was acting like this made you frustrated.

“How can I tell you anything when you always start crying like this?” He clenched his jaw, and he seemed annoyed. Was he annoyed? 

“You could’ve just said it nicer.” You wiped your tears.

“Fuck, you’re so annoying,” he exclaimed as he ran his fingers through his hair. “ Can you stop being a crybaby for once? You always make me out to be the bad guy.”

“Well you haven't exactly been nice these days. What is up with you Wooyoung? Is work that stressful?” You tried to stay calm, in contrast to how your boyfriend was raising his voice. Was this how it was now that the honeymoon phase ran its course?

“Not everything is about work.” He glanced at the time again. “You know what, it’s way too early to be arguing again, I’m tired of this. I'm tired of you. You always have to get so emotional.” He reached for his keys then walked away.

“So that’s how it’s going to be then? Every time I want to talk, you brush things off? We never communicate anymore, we need to talk things through if we’re going to make this relationship work."

“I need to go, we’ll talk after work.” He said dismissively as he walked towards the front door. 

“I love-“ you didn’t even finish before the apartment door slammed in your face. He never said I loved you anymore, nor did he give you a kiss before going to work. But you supposed you shouldn’t be surprised.

Immediately after he left, you checked Google maps, inputting his usual route to work to check for traffic. Please let it be the truth. Please. Please. 

But there was no traffic. 

It was just another lie.

You couldn’t stop the tears the moment he left, it was as if all the bottled up emotions from the past month just came out. A part of you wondered what you did wrong. What made him so tired of you. He used to look at you with stars in his eyes but now it was more like annoyance. Resentment even.

Today was supposed to be special and yet he didn’t even seem to remember your fourth year anniversary. Or maybe he knew all along but he just didn’t care.

-

After work, he didn’t come home.

It was 10 P.M now and you were worried sick. He would usually at least tell you that he’d come home late but there was nothing today at all. No call. No short text.

You spent hours preparing his favorite pasta and steak for your anniversary dinner but it all went cold now on the dinner table. You even bought his favorite champagne, and lit some candles but it seemed like your efforts were fruitless. He wasn’t coming home tonight.

Was it work again? He always had something at work holding him up but you never thought he’d take on the extra load and be purposely late on such a special day. 

Eventually, you fell asleep on the sofa waiting for him.

-

It would be around 2 A.M. when you jolted awake from the loud knock at your door. Groaning, you got up from the sofa and opened the door. 

You rubbed your eyes. It was Seonghwa. And then there was Wooyoung, drunk as hell to the point he couldn't even stand by himself. Nothing new, but on your anniversary? Really?

Seonghwa made his way through the door and passed Wooyoung off to you on the sofa while you stood at the door, frozen. His friend tried to explain to you that he was just out drinking with the guys and got carried away but you knew better. You saw the lipstick on Wooyoung's collar.

When his friend left that night, all you could do was stare at Wooyoung who was fast asleep on the sofa.

Your thoughts and self doubt began to run wild. Where did things go wrong? When did he stop loving you?

You ran out of tears at this point. All you had was regret that you ever gave him a chance. Maybe if you never met him, you’d be happy right now. Instead, you were a fool and now you were tangled up in a web of loving him.

Despite this, you hated how you still cared for him. You tried to carry his weight to the bedroom and change him into more comfortable clothes. It took a while but you finally managed to get off his shirt. He stirred awake in the process and started to mumble a string of words you couldn't make out. You stood between his legs and he couldn’t stop smiling and moving his head. 

“Ryujin? Is it you, babe?” he muttered, “Fuck you’re beautiful.” He tried to pull you into his lap but you didn’t budge, too taken aback by the whole situation.

You took a step back. “What did you just call me?”

“Ryujin?” He tried to open his eyes, but they barely opened. Why would he be calling his cousin beautiful? That was when you knew he was lying to you about texting his cousin. 

“It’s Y/N.” You tried to tell him, shaking him awake by the shoulders. 

“Oh.” He sounded disappointed. Annoyed even.

“Are you cheating on me?” You knew he’d lie if he was sober but he was drunk right now and a drunk person couldn’t filter their thoughts. This was your only chance to get the confirmation you needed and you took it. You knew the moment he woke up tomorrow, he’d just push you away again and make you feel crazy for doubting him. 

“There you go again!” he mumbled loudly, throwing his hands in the air. “So what if I did? I’m so fucking tired of you. Always so clingy and insecure, it’s so damn suffocating. But Ryujin? She's sooooo good, makes me feel so good.” He smiled as he continued to ramble on and off about her. His words were slurred and he was incoherent but you were still able to make out his words. And that was all it took for you to stumble back.

He called you clingy. And that was rich coming from Wooyoung. Because if anything, he was always the clingy one in the relationship, the one to be overly jealous, and sulk whenever you were being too nice and smiling towards anyone who was a male. He was overly affectionate and touchy too so the thought that he found it annoying when you did those things back? It ticked you off. 

Then he called you insecure. Yet he was the one that never made you feel loved anymore. He treated you like shit and made you this way. 

So really, you should’ve realized something was wrong last month, the moment he turned away your morning kisses. But you just kept giving him the benefit of the doubt and look where that got you.

You felt disgusted and betrayed as you looked back at him. You should’ve known better. You smelled perfume on him for a month now yet you always convinced yourself that you were just overreacting. That the Wooyoung you loved wouldn’t do this to you. But you were wrong and all men were the same.

You didn’t even say anything as you watched him spill his thoughts. It wasn’t until he mumbled, “just go away, I’m sleepy,” that you realized you hated him. You couldn’t even stand to look at his face anymore. 

So if he wanted you to go, you'd go.

You didn’t want to talk to him ever again. So with anger bubbling in your chest, you decided to leave a break up letter on the kitchen island near his car keys.

There were no tears anymore but your whole body felt so fragile and weak, like it could shatter at any moment. Your hands were trembling as you pulled your suitcase from the closet and packed your things. You managed to get half of your belongings in there before zipping it shut. You’d just come back for your belongings the next Monday when he was at work. Thankfully you didn’t own much and since this was Wooyoung’s apartment, you didn’t need to worry about anything.

-

The next day, Wooyoung woke up with a pounding headache. Confused, and nauseous.

Just what the hell happened last night? And why was his shirt off? He glanced around his room and everything looked normal. He then sniffed his arm, smelling the lingering scent of alcohol and weed from last night at the club and decided he needed a shower. 

After he got cleaned and dressed, he got ready for the day. When he walked into the kitchen, he didn’t see you and felt a sense of relief wash over him. He could have some peace and quiet today without you nagging or being annoying.

As he passed by the dinner table, he couldn’t help but notice the two plates of steak and pasta. Did you make that? There was also his favorite champagne from Trader Joe’s, rose petals, and a candle for some reason.

Then it hit him.

Was yesterday the fourth year anniversary already?

He groaned, feeling somewhat bad for leaving so abruptly yesterday, but he figured he’d just apologize when you got home from the market. Since you always went out shopping for groceries early on a Saturday. 

He then passed by the kitchen island and saw a folded note next to a bouquet of flowers that also had a note wedged into the middle.

Curious, he read the letter in the bouquet first. 

Note: I read somewhere that only 12 percent of men receive flowers in their lifetime. I feel like a shitty girlfriend for never realizing this over the past years but I plan to get you flowers more often now to show my love. I know we haven’t been like us lately, but I hope today will change that. Happy 4th anniversary babe, I love you. -Yours forever, Y/N

Wooyoung sighed. Okay, he was starting to feel real bad and guilty now. He remembered you holding the roses in your hand yesterday morning but he didn’t know they were for him. You were always so thoughtful.

He rubbed at his temple then opened the other letter.

Note: You’re probably too drunk to remember last night but you finally told me about Ryujin. Is she the girl you’ve been texting with all day? The girl you lied to my face about? You didn’t need to lie to me but I guess it was just exciting for you to cheat wasn’t it? You always did love the chase. I must’ve gotten too boring and clingy for you as it was heading towards our 4th year. We could’ve both been happier if you just said something and broke up with me but since you’re such a coward, I’ll do it for you. We’re done. That way you can be with that girl all you want. I’ll stop by later this week to pick up the rest of my stuff. 

Wooyoung needed to sit down. His head was killing him. He pulled out a chair at the dining table, and rested his elbows on the marble. His eyes glazed over the remnants of what was supposed to be a romantic anniversary dinner last night and he felt something twist in his stomach.

He wanted this didn’t he? He was so sick of you. But then why did he feel so empty now that you broke up with him?

He knew he was a shitty person. He had forgotten about your anniversary… but he also knew that was trivial compared to the bigger problem. The fact that he had cheated, lied to you about it, and you found out. 

You had planned a whole dinner and tried to call him. But instead of picking up your calls, he ignored it and ditched you for the club. He was certain he was tired of your constant arguing. For a month now, he was so tired of seeing your face everyday. Wooyoung couldn’t pinpoint the reason because you were truly just being a good partner, but you were starting to suffocate him. It wasn’t even like you were even clingy, if anything he was the more clingy and touchy one in the relationship. But then why did he say it? 

His head was spinning as he tried to figure out what exactly the hell he told you last night. He was so certain he was tired of you but then why did he feel so guilty? 

Wooyoung tried to call you when it was after noon and you still weren’t home yet but it didn’t go through.

Did you block him already?

As the day went on, he started to remember bits and pieces of what he said to you last night. He also recalled how annoyed he was with you for accusing him of cheating even though he was. 

He then decided to call Seonghwa to catch him up with last night’s events but all he could tell him was that he wouldn’t stop drinking and flirting with the bartender despite him trying to get him to go home to you.

He swore he would stop sooner but Ryujin was just so addicting. She brought a spark to his boring life and made him feel excited again. You and him were together for so long that there wasn’t much to talk about anymore, not much to experiment with, but with Ryujin? She didn’t know anything about him and it was fun talking to her. And maybe it was the thrill, but it was even more fun to mess around behind your back. She was a good fuck and made him forget about his mundane life that he had to wake up to every day.  

So was it love? No. But she made him feel alive in the moment and that was all Wooyoung cared about. 

He didn’t know why but he just felt so trapped living the same day every day. Even with you there beside him, he felt lonely. Every morning he’d wake up, go to work, then he’d get home and see your face. He was tired of his mundane life which was why he went out with the boys so frequently again. At first it was just for drinks and to let loose but then Ryujin who was a regular there kept flirting with him. At first he pushed her away but then he eventually gave in. He regretted it but what could he do? The damage was already done and he didn’t know how to end it either so he just kept on seeing her behind your back. 

But you? He loved you. You were there for him when through thick and thin and always took care of him when he was sick. So yes, he cheated, but he still loved you. Even if he hadn’t been showing it lately. 

-

The next day was Sunday. His day off. But he couldn’t get himself to rest like he usually would.

He tried to call your friends but none of them would answer. Did you tell them about the breakup already? Did they hate him? He even tried to call your parents and siblings but no one would pick up. He then took a drive to your parent’s house and held hope when he saw your car in the driveway. He knocked and knocked but no one would open the door. He knew you were inside but you didn’t open it. 

He wanted to talk so bad. To make things right again. But it wouldn’t be until Friday that he had the chance. 

Wooyoung was supposed to be at work but he ended up using up five of his vacation days to catch you and get the chance to talk. He knew how you had to come over to pick up your stuff eventually. And knowing you, you would choose a time when he was at work to do so.

It was around 10 A.M when he heard his front door unlock. Wooyoung took a deep breath before walking out, hoping you’d at least give him a chance to explain.

“Hey,” he began as he watched you open your suitcase to pack your fake plants that were on his bookshelf. But instead of saying hi back, you just ignored him, not even bothering to spare him a glance. That was fair, he supposed. “Can we talk?”

“A little late for that, don't you think?” You tried to hurry up and pack your decorations in a way that wouldn’t crush them. 

“Please just listen,” he pleaded. “I know what I did was wrong, but it was a mistake, I really was going to end it, Ryujin never meant anything to me.” 

“It wasn’t a mistake, Wooyoung. You cheated on me and when I confronted you about it, you switched it on me and called me crazy and insecure. You lied straight to my face then got the nerve to get angry about it.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “I should’ve known the moment you came home with perfume on your suit. I knew it, you know? I’m not as stupid as you think I am.” 

“You’re not stupid. And for the last time, it was a mistake. I was just so damn tired with work and everyday became so boring, and she was there-“

“How long?” For the first time today, you looked at him dead in the eyes. There was no love in them anymore, just cold set eyes.

“Does it matter?” he sighed.

"How long?" You repeated calmly. 

“A month. I’m sorry, okay?”

“You’re not sorry,” you laughed. “You're just sorry you got caught. What? Is she prettier than me? Skinnier? You always did have a thing for models. I wasn’t enough for you was I? Was it the sex? You know what? I don't wanna know.” You then got up and went towards the bathroom to get the rest of your skincare and makeup.  

He groaned as he trailed behind you. “Can't we just work through this? You wanted to talk on Friday, let's talk now. How about we talk about it over dinner tonight to celebrate our fourth year anniversary?”

You stood up from your kneeled position to look him dead in the eyes again. “Do you honestly believe we can just talk and go back like nothing happened? You cheated on me, fucked her every night I was waiting for you in our bed, then lied about it for weeks.” Your voice didn’t falter, it didn’t crack. You no longer felt the need to say exactly what was on your mind. 

“Come on, it was a mistake,” he pleaded. “It’s not like you’re perfect either, you always flirt with that barista.”

You had to laugh, it was comical how he was turning this on you again. “I was being polite to the barista, a smile and asking how his morning went is not flirting so don’t you dare turn this on me. I wasn’t the one that cheated. A mistake is one time Wooyoung, and even then it doesn’t justify cheating. You cheated on me nearly every day so you know what was a mistake? Us. I should've never given you the chance. All my friends warned me about you back when we were in college but I didn’t listen. My parents tried to set me up with this nice guy who could’ve easily made me happy but I chose you. Everyone told me you were bad news but I didn’t listen and I chose you and looked where that got me. I wasted four, five years of my life for this.” You threw your hands in the air, so angry at the life you chose for yourself. “You know what? It doesn’t matter, I’m over this.” You zipped up your suitcase then made your way out of the bathroom. 

“So what? You’re just going to flush this 4 year relationship down the drain?” He followed after you. 

“Don’t blame this on me. You were the one that did that the moment you cheated. I’m leaving Wooyoung and I hate you. Oh, and here’s your key,” you threw it at his chest, “I don’t ever want to see you again.” You made sure he heard it clear before you slammed his door. 

Wooyoung wanted to run after you but he couldn’t. His legs felt like jelly and all he could do was think about how he just lost the best thing that has ever happened to him. And it was all his fault.

-

After your breakup with Wooyoung, you did everything to distract yourself and threw yourself at your work. While things were good while it lasted, you just wanted to close this chapter of your life. You found yourself sad sometimes but you genuinely had no more tears left to cry. You just didn’t want to live in the past anymore. You refused to let him take over your future too. 

After a month of staying with your parents, you managed to find a roommate you got along with well and she was amazing. She quickly became a friend you could count on and even introduced you to her male friend who just got out of a relationship too. His name was Yunho and he was so tall and handsome. You both bonded over your exes, work, post-grad life, childhoods, anything and everything. Turns out you were two even in a Modern Physics class together one semester and even had mutual college friends. You both had so much in common that it was like a match made in Heaven. He made you so happy.

But since you were both still ‘fresh’ out of a long term relationship, you both took it slow.

-

The post break up life for Wooyoung wasn’t as liberating as he thought it would be. He was a mess.

At first, he thought he would be fine. He rejoiced in the freedom actually. He was finally able to breath again in his own apartment. But as the weeks passed? The quietness only fed his loneliness. And he wasn't so sure this was what he wanted his life to be anymore.

He thought this was what he wanted. He really did. Freedom was amazing. He missed that feeling of not being tied down. No one to nag at him. No one to smother him with the same kisses and same old food. 

But he was wrong.

He ached for an emotional connection again but no one gave it to him. He was sick of meaningless sex. He tried to replace you but it didn’t work. He was tired of feeling lonely. He just wanted you back.

All he did was drink these days. He came to work with hangovers 24/7 and was practically a zombie, doing the bare minimum to get through the day. He could barely function too, a former shell of himself. 

He just felt so empty and broken Inside. 

But this was all the consequences of his own actions. He couldn’t blame anyone but himself.

[ Present Day, One week after Valentine's Day ]

“I don’t want to go to another party,” Wooyoung whined at Seonghwa. They were in front of a house that belonged to an old friend from college. This was a baby shower of sorts and the loud music was already giving him a headache. Usually he loved parties but he just didn’t feel like it these days.  

“Dude, you need to get out again. What happened to the Wooyoung that was always down for a good time?” Mingi asked, leading him inside the house.

“Yeah man, come on! HongJoong’s our friend. He’s having a baby with his wife, we should be here and happy for him.” Seonghwa tried to shake some sense into him. He couldn’t just wallow in his regrets forever.

Wooyoung supposed his friends were right.

He went to congratulate Hongjoong briefly before going to the kitchen for a beer. He gulped half of it in one go then leaned against the counter, not in the mood to be social. So he just observed.

It would be a while before someone noticed his sour mood.

“You look like you just got dumped,” HongJong joked as he neared him again. He was oblivious to the fact that Wooyoung actually did just get dumped which caused the boy to tense up. When Wooyoung didn’t say anything in response or laugh like he usually would, Hongjoong nudged his arm. “What’s up with you man? I was just joking. You've changed so much since the last time I saw you. Has life been that hard?”

“You think I’ve changed?” There was a sadness in Wooyoung’s eyes. Even Hongjoong noticed this.

“Yeah. You’ve lost some weight. And you aren’t as talkative anymore. How’s life been? It’s been forever since we’ve caught up.”

Wooyoung sighed. “It’s been alright. Still stuck at the same job I had post-grad.” Wooyoung didn’t know what else to say. The last thing he wanted to do was bring up the fact that he was a jerk who cheated on his girlfriend of four years. So instead, he decided to divert the topic back to the man of the party. “Congrats on your baby girl by the way. You’d make a good father.”

Hongjoong’s smile was melancholic as he fixated lovingly at his pregnant wife who was talking to some guests. “Mina was so scared, you know? We didn’t plan to have a family so soon but it just happened. I was scared too but I had to stay strong for her. We’re still so young and I can barely take care of myself. But then I started thinking. Everything happens for a reason don’t you think? If it was meant to be then it’ll happen. And then I started to picture a mini Mina running around the house and I got so excited, thinking about how I’m going to raise and take care of her. There’s just something so special about having a baby with the person you love.”

Wooyoung grimaced. Of course he was happy for his friend, but at the same time, the way Hongjoong was talking made him feel inferior. It seemed like all of his friends had matured and made a future for themselves while he went backwards in life. Wooyoung stared into the distance as the memory of you unfolded. If only he could go back in time and knock some sense into himself. Then maybe, just maybe, he could have his happy ending too.

You were lying on his chest, fingers tracing the lines of his bare abs. “Do you think about having a family one day?” 

Wooyoung sat up properly and you got off his chest. “What? Do you have baby fever again?” He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you looked dazed post-sex, in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and your underwear. He couldn’t help but smile seeing how excited you were about having kids. 

“Can you blame me? You’re so cute around my little cousins. They love you and it just made me think how fun it would be to have little Wooyoung’s running around the house.” You and him were currently in your childhood bedroom after having a barbecue party with your whole family. They all just left for the night and you and Wooyoung finally had time to yourselves. 

“That sounds like a nightmare,” he joked. “They’ll make a mess of the house and be very loud. You’ll never get sleep again.”

“That’s part of the sacrifice don’t you think? The beauty of being a mother? Even if that’s the case, I wouldn’t mind. I just want to have my own kids to give a life to one day. I’d do anything for them.”

“How many kids would you like then?” He hummed.

“I want to have 5 kids, at least 2 girls and 2 boys,” you beamed, clapping your hands together, as you went on about how you’d spoiled them.

Wooyoung also loved kids but right now he was still so young and he didn’t want to think of having a family. But just knowing that you saw a future with him? That warmed his heart. “Are you sure you’ll be able to give birth that many times, babe? I heard shit is painful.”

You playfully rolled your eyes which made him smile. “Don’t underestimate me, I’m stronger than I look.” 

“I know you are, but I was just being realistic.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before patting his lap. You took the hint and wrapped your legs around him before your arms went around his neck. “You know I love you right?”

“I do. And I love you too.” The look in your eyes. It was pure happiness and bliss. Pure love. And all for him. 

“You alright, man?” Hongjoong asked, nudging Wooyoung once more.

Wooyoung blinked, shaking his head. “Sorry man, what’d you say?”

Hongjoong smiled softly before patting his back. “I said I’m going to go meet some guests, take care, alright?” He then walked towards the door to tend to the couple that just walked in. It was only when Hongjoong moved his head that he saw you. But you didn’t come alone. 

You were next to a guy.

A very tall and good looking guy. Mingi wasn’t lying last week at the bar when he said your new boyfriend was attractive (as much as he hated to admit it).

Hongjoong gave the guy beside you a hug while Mina, his wife, took the foil tray of food from your hands. 

It didn't feel real that he was seeing your face after four months of trying to contact you.

Was he dreaming again?

Wooyoung couldn't stop staring at you. You were wearing a floral dress and looked absolutely gorgeous. You looked different from the last time he saw you but in a good way. More mature and pretty. Your hair was longer and you even got a new piercing. He couldn’t help but notice how you were practically glowing too.

Was he selfish for wanting you back?

He should be happy for you but he wasn’t. Not when the guy beside you was pissing him off. The guy’s hand was at the small of your back and you two looked so good together. Wooyoung couldn’t help but size him up, feeling insecure as he observed the guy. He looked like such a ‘nice guy’, the type your parents always wanted for you. And you looked so happy.

Your new guy then placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him before saying something that made you smile wide.

When was the last time Wooyoung saw you smile wide at him like that? 4 months ago? 5 months ago?

And before Wooyoung knew it, that guy’s lips touched yours and you willingly pulled him closer.

Wooyoung clenched his fists and pressed his lips together. He knew he had no right but he just felt so jealous, anger boiling in his blood.

It had only been four months since you and him broke up. How the hell did you move on so fast? 

“I didn’t know she was going to be here.” Mingi said as he approached Wooyoung. “Are you alright?”

Wooyoung swallowed thickly, his eyes still locked on the way you smiled at the guy. “Yeah. Just great.”

When you backed away from the kiss, your eyes began to scan the party and that was when you made eye contact with Wooyoung. The minute it happened, your smile faded. There was no pain in your eyes but rather an empty look, one that made Wooyoung’s heart sting. You locked eyes with him for a few seconds before you turned back to your boyfriend with stars in your eyes.

Wooyoung didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He just watched as your boyfriend led you outside to the back where the pool and barbecue was.

“She’s happy now. Don’t ruin things for her,” Mingi said, looking longingly at his friend. Mingi knew how Wooyoung was. Mingi could tell just by looking in his eyes that Wooyoung wanted to go up to you but now wasn’t a good time. “Do you want to leave?” 

“No.” Wooyoung replied. He finished his current beer then popped another one open.

Then he waited.

He waited until your boyfriend wasn’t next to you before approaching. This might be the last time he’ll ever see you again. He had nothing to lose but his pride. He didn't care though. He just needed to hear your voice again.

You were near the top of the stairs when he walked up to you. “Hey,” he began softly. 

“Hi.” He could tell you were uncomfortable with how you didn't even want to look at him. He didn’t blame you. 

“So what are you doing here? I didn’t know you knew HongJong or Mina.” Small talk. He had to start with small talk in order to not drive you away. 

“I don’t know them. Yunho’s friends with Hongjong though.” Okay, so you were still talking to him. You didn’t walk away which made him feel lighter. 

“So that’s his name? The guy that’s making you happy?”

“Yeah.” 

“Do you love him?” He asked but you didn’t answer and a stretch of silence followed. He found himself being desperate and vulnerable which he hasn’t been in a long time. “I’ve missed you,” he selfishly mumbled. Maybe he was just delusional but he wanted to hear that you missed him too. After all, you and him were together for 4 years. It had to mean something. “How have you been?”

“I should go.” You tried to walk away but he grabbed your wrist and you yanked your hand back. “Don’t touch me.” Your voice was cold. And so were your eyes. He hated how you looked at him. You used to look at him with so much love and now you looked at him as if he was the gum on your shoe. 

“I’m sorry. I just. I missed you. I still love you.” He was desperate for you to just say anything. 

“If you truly loved me, you wouldn’t have cheated. I have nothing to say to you, so just leave me alone. I’m here with my boyfriend for a good time with his friends, so I don’t want to talk to you anymore. I meant it that day when I said I never wanted to see you again, so let’s just pretend not to know each other for today, okay? If you truly still love me, you’ll respect my decision.” You were so much more assertive now, no longer holding back like you used to back when you and him argued. He couldn’t help but wonder. Did you hold back because of him? 

He stared at your back as you walked away. 

“I broke it off with her,” he said loudly. And you stopped in your tracks. For a second, he swore you were about to say something but then you just kept walking. Your body fading smaller and smaller before disappearing down the flight of stairs. 

This was Wooyoung's wake up call. He had to move on. Perhaps in another life, he would’ve treated you right.

Although he was still in pain. He knew that it was nowhere near the pain he had inflicted on you. He knew better than to chase after you. It would only make you hate him more. All you ever did was love him and yet he still managed to fuck it up and hurt you. He hoped at least that Yunho guy treated you right. That he gave you all his hours. That he loved you right. That he did all the things he should’ve done when he was your man.

[midwestprincesss]

never say sorry -sub!art donaldson x fem!reader smut

notes- this was literally supposed to be super short but i got carried away cause i am a whore (and proud of it)

cw- art is a little insecure:( , mentions of him having sex with tashi before (NO TASHI SLANDER I LOVE MY GIRL BUT IT'S FOR THE PLOT😭) , he cums prematurely (like...really..) art's a whiny little slut, art keeps calling reader love ( i got a thing for that pet name sorry y'all) , reader calls art 'artie' once cus it's cute&idc.

thinking about art constantly apologizing while having sex :( like ur unzipping his pants and he's already bucking his hips up into your hand, and then immediately muttering "sorry":(( my babyyy

so at first you think that okay, whatever, it's just something that slips out

but then he does it SO many times that you're actually starting to be concerned

like, you're giving him head and he moans a little too loudly- he's apologizing again. while kissing, you pull back for air and he still follows you, mouth half-open, wanting more - but then he realizes and he apologizes again.

but one time he really caught you off guard-

it had been a long day for him, spending almost all day training for his upcoming match. he barely had any time to rest, so he comes back to his dorm, taking off his shirt and pants, getting into bed with you only with his baby-blue boxer briefs on.

he kisses you. he's so fucking tired, but he still kisses you. 'cause he needs you, especially after the day he just had. you could feel his hard cock, practically begging you to take his boxers off.

"please love, wanna see you" he says while tugging at your top, watery eyes glistening with tears waiting to be spilled.

you take it off and unclasp your bra, little whimpers leaving his lips at the sight of you over him, with your tits out. you would love to take your time with him, really. to hear him beg and plead for you. but he's so eager, and so polite about it too- you just can't do that to him right now. so when you take off his boxers, his cock immediately jumps up, slapping his lower abdomen, right over his strawberry-blond happy trail.

"aww baby, look at you. you're so pretty aren't you?" you smile down at him, admiring how his legs shake slightly at every word you say. "hmm? aren't you?" you repeat. "mmghn- yeah, i- uhh i am" he says, eyes almost rolling back from the lack of touch. "you're what? say it." he sighs. you do this a lot. 'self love is important' you usually tell him- but not now. not when his dick is out, aching and leaking and begging to be touched. but just for the sake of it- just because he wants to please you, he says it. "i'm pretty"

"good boy," you coo, finally bringing a finger down to his cock, only to circle his pink, wet tip. and with that, he loses it. his mind goes blank, and he can't help it- all the waiting, the anticipating made him lose control of his body. he really didn't want to cum, he wanted to be good for you, but you were just so hot, he couldn't hold back. so immediately after his white, thick and warm liquid lands partially on his stomach and a bit on your hand, he starts babbling out apologies.

"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry love, please don't be mad, please- i'll clean up after myself- oh my god i'm so sorry-" he was so obviously tired, he could barely make up the words, yet he still continued apologizing. until you cut him off.

"art, baby- you dont need to apologize to me! what's up with this" you ask, softly. "you know i love making you feel good. and it's even better when i get feedback like this" you giggle. his cheeks turn bright pink as he covers his face.

"but i literally came the second you touched me" he mumbles, shyly.

you kiss his shoulder, smiling. "and it was hot."

"i- I don't know how to explain it to you, love- i just don't want to disappoint you. tashi used to hate it when i did any of this, she hated hearing me, and stuff like that- sometimes it made me feel like i was an object to her or something, y-you know? she'd get mad at me, and uh- it wasn't great."

"oh." you could actually feel your heart breaking for the boy. he was so sweet, he never deserved any of that. "well i'm not tashi, and i definitely won't get mad at you for anything like that. i like hearing you, and believe it or not, this was really fucking hot. you're letting me know i'm making you feel good. what's wrong with that?"

"just don't wanna upset you." art shrugs.

"i promise you artie, you could never upset me." you peck his lips and he smiles. "now let's clean you up"

[moonchild9350]

Sweet Treat

Summary: You find yourself reminiscing on the day you met your boyfriend.

Pairing: Hyunjin x fem. reader

Word Count: 1479

Warnings: kissing if that needs a warning ha, straight up fluff

Note: This is my first fic! Thought of this while listening to Hoodie Season (one of my fav Stray Kids songs) and Hyunjin in a hoodie is well yk. I hope you like it and I'd love your feedback :)

Please do not translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 2024

You were digging around in your closet, trying to find something to wear tonight for your date to celebrate your one-year anniversary with your boyfriend.  You wanted to wear something cozy.  Summer was slowly coming to an end, fall right around the corner, and with that, the nights were cooler.  The outfit you were looking for was a pretty, beige sweater dress that you loved to wear during this time of year.  The oversized dress was your favorite; it was not too tight but also not too loose.  You knew your boyfriend Hyunjin would like it too.  

As you continued to look through your shared closet, you came across your boyfriend’s black hoodie.  Stopping your search for your dress, you picked up Hyujin’s hoodie and briefly snuggled your face into it.  Looking at the hoodie, you put it on, inhaling the scent of Hyunjin.  While snuggling the hoodie, you couldn’t help but think about how you met Hyunjin a little over a year ago, your first date, and how you ultimately ended up together.  

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It was a typical day for you; you had just gotten off work after a hectic day and decided to get a sweet treat.  It was a hot day, as it was the middle of summer, and so you decided to stop at the local ice cream shop on your way home to get your favorite ice cream, caramel toffee nut in a waffle cone; the thought of spoiling your dinner be damned.  Upon entering the shop, there weren’t many people given the time of day.  After you placed your order, you went to the pickup counter to wait for your ice cream.  You were looking through your phone when suddenly you noticed a beautiful man who looked like an angel walking through the door.  He was tall, with long, shoulder-length black hair.  Trying not to stare at the newcomer, you peeked a glance every now and then as he placed his order.  Soon, he walked over to where you were standing.  You looked up and met his eyes. You noticed they were a beautiful chocolate brown.  He had a cute little mole under his left eye.  He then gave you a dazzling smile.  

‘He looks like an angel,’ you thought. 

You smiled back at him.  The worker then brought your ice cream to the counter.  You thanked them, then turned to the stranger, smiled at him again, and left the shop. 

‘Surely I won’t be forgetting his face anytime soon,’ you thought to yourself.  

A couple of weeks later, you found yourself back at the same ice cream shop after work.  You wondered if you would see the beautiful man with black hair again.  As you were waiting for your ice cream, the door opened, and the same man you saw weeks ago walked in.  You thought it was your lucky day.  

This time, after ordering, he walked over to you and said, “Hi, what’s your name?”  

You were so busy looking at his beautiful smile and face that you missed his question.  

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” you responded.  

Laughing, he said, “I said hello and what is your name.”  

“Oh, uh…hi, my name is y/n.” 

“Y/n, such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” He responded.  

You blushed at this and were speechless for a moment.  “Thank you,” you shyly replied.  “What’s your name?” you asked the man. 

 “My name is Hyunjin,” he replied. 

 You blushed while saying, “Hyunjin? I like that name.” 

Hyunjin smiled at you and noticed your order on the pickup counter.  “Is that one yours?”

 “Oh, yes, it is!” you replied.  You picked up your ice cream and made to leave, but Hyunjin lightly grabbed your arm and said, “Wait! I would love to take you out…if you’ll let me.”  

“Like a date?” you asked. 

 “Sure, we can call it that,” Hyunjin said. 

 You barely gave it thought and said, “Okay, sure, I’d love that!” 

“Great!” Hyunjin said, “What’s your number?” You gave him your number, grabbed your ice cream, and said goodbye.

A few days later, you were getting ready for your first date with Hyunjin.  You were nervous about the date since you had not gone on a date with anyone in a while.  Hyunjin wanted to take you to a coffee shop for your date, so you dressed in a pair of jeans and a crop top.  You did your hair and makeup and then left for your date.  Hyunjin was already at the coffee shop when you arrived.  He wore a black hoodie and jeans since it was a casual date.  You noticed he looked even more beautiful than you remembered, if that was even possible.  You and Hyunjin ordered your drinks and a couple of pastries and then sat down.  You talked about anything and everything, such as his job, where you learned he was an artist and currently painting for a local gallery.  You also learned that he loved dogs and dancing.  

‘It’s really easy to talk with him,’ you noted to yourself.  You had not felt this comfortable with a person in a while.   

Before you knew it, a few hours had passed.  You both did not want the date to end, but the coffee shop was getting ready to close.  Hyunjin then asked if you wanted to take a walk around town.  You agreed, and both of you left the coffee shop.  

Walking around town with Hyunjin as the city slowed down was heaven.  You really did enjoy his company.  Little did you know he was enjoying your company, too.  As the night went on, you started to shiver slightly, not dressed for the occasion, as you did not anticipate walking around the city at night.  

Hyunjin noticed and asked, “Would you like to wear my hoodie?  I noticed you were shivering and it is a little chilly tonight.”   

Such a gentleman.  “Sure, I would like that,” you answered.  

He then took off his hoodie.  As he passed the hoodie over his head, his shirt rose briefly, and you noticed he was toned.  You blushed and quickly looked away, hoping Hyunjin didn’t see you staring.  He handed you his hoodie, and you put it on.  You noticed it smelled slightly woodsy, mixed with a cinnamon scent.  You tried your best not to inhale his scent more deeply.  

Soon, it was time to head back, as you both had work tomorrow.  Hyunjin walked you back to your apartment, and when you got to your building, you began to take off his hoodie and give it back to him.  

He stopped you with a gentle touch to your arm.   “Keep it please.  That way I know I’ll get to see you again.”  

You felt your face heat up at his statement. “Oh, um, okay, if you’re sure,” you said. Then it’s a date…again,” and you nervously laughed.  

Hyunjin laughed, too.  He then tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear that had gotten loose because of the wind.  He bid you goodnight and watched you enter your building and enter the elevator.  He had a great time and secretly thought you were the one.

Weeks passed, and on a cool, early fall day, you and Hyunjin made it official as a couple.  You were wearing his hoodie on the day he asked you to be his girlfriend.  You were surrounded by the woodsy and cinnamon smell of his hoodie as you answered, “Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend.”  He pulled the hoodie's hood over your hair and kissed you soft and sweet.  

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“Angel? Are you ready?” 

You were brought out of your thoughts by the voice of the love of your life.  

“Not quite, I’m done with my hair and makeup, just trying to find the sweater dress I was going to wear tonight.”  

Hyunjin hummed, walked up to you, and wrapped his arms around you.  “Is that my hoodie?” he asked. 

 “Yep, I was just remembering how we met and how I was wearing this hoodie the day you asked me to be your girlfriend.  It’s really been a whole year huh love?” 

Hyunjin pulled you tighter, gave you a gentle kiss, and stated, “It has.  And I couldn’t imagine anyone else I’d rather be with.  You're the love of my life, and I want to grow old with you.  I hope you know that.”  

You felt tears pricking your eyes.  You hugged his hoodie tighter to your chest, the woodsy and cinnamon scent of Hyunjin all around you, your comfort.  

“You're mine too.  I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.”  

You then dropped the hoodie, placed your hands on either side of Hyunjin’s cheeks, and pulled him in for a kiss.  

‘Yes,’ you thought,  ‘this is the love of your life.’  You were so glad you decided to stop for that sweet treat that day.

[heluvschibi]

Baby you got me feelin' (Butterflies)

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Everytime I listen to Butterflies by Stray kids, I always think about a cute fan fiction. Or what I will be writing about!!!

Description: When 8 men all have a dream about you and is smitten. (Based off Butterflies by Stray kids)

ot8 skz x female reader

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Seungmin's POV

The sound of a happy piano was played on my phone, I shot up from my slumber, in a cold sweat, and my face was hot.

"What was I dreaming of...?" I scratched my head, turning off my alarm. The dream... It was of this girl...she was beautiful...

A ding was heard from my phone I looked down and saw a notification from the group chat "Stray Adults💀" it was from Jeongin.

Jeongin:Guys swear on my life I had a dream about this girl!!

Me:I had a dream about a girl to, what did she look like?

Jeongin:She had [skin color] and [eye color]... And I think her name was like... Y/n? She told me it in the dream after a butterfly landed on her shoulder.

Chan:You to? I had a dream where me and this Y/n girl were like in a field or something...with... Butterflies?

Minho:I had a dream like that but she was playing with my cats.

Felix:I had a dream of her but we were acting like a couple, me and her were making brownies together 🥰

Hyunjin:Oh, me and her were sitting on a bench in the middle of a flower field...

Han:Wow, guys what if we all have some super powers or something now.

Chan:What,did you dream of her to?

Han:Hell yeah!

Chan:Language...

Han:Sryyyy🤭

Hyunjin :Where's Changbin?

Changbin:Waiting for you to notice me❤

Hyunjin:I'm leaving this group chat now...

Felix:Changbin hyung, did you dream of the girl to?

Changbin:Yeah, She was just standing by the pull up bar with her back facing me.

Me:You had a dream about her... At a gym?

Changbin:If I'm gaining in real life, might as well gain in my dreams right? 💪🏻😏

Me:End yourself...

Chan:HEY!

Minho: We only dream of people we've met in real life, have you guys seen her some where because I sure in hell don't..

Chan:nope

Han:nope

Jeongin:No

Minho:Well we all must've...

Han:HEY MINHO HYUNG CUSSED AND CHANNIE HYUNG DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABT THAT!!

Minho: oh be quite... 😒

Jeongin:Are we all still meeting up at the coffee shop later today?

Felix:Yeah ofc ☺

I turned off my phone.

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As I approached the coffee shop, on the front balcony was 7 guys sitting around a table outside, they were so loud but they were still my friends.

"Hey guys." I waved walking towards them smiling and waving.

"Hey Seung!" Felix said to me waving his hand, I had to squeeze past Changbin, Jeongin, and Hyunjin to get to my seat, when I sat down the bell from the cafe dinged and I looked up from my phone, my eyes widen... The girl... It's the girl from our dreams.

Her silver name plate on her chest read "Y/n".

All the guys were staring at her, and when she finally got to our table she smiled at us, I don't know but suddenly my stomach felt funny, a blush krept onto my cheeks.

"Hello, welcome to Woo Cafe, what would you guys like?" She said smiling at us twirling the pen she had in her right hand.

Wow... She was so beautiful... The way she looks like a flower that just bloomed, she looks so cute to with her hair up, I wonder if she's dating anyone, does she like anyone-

My train of thought ended when I heard Felix started choking on something, "Ah I'm f-fine." He coughs out smiling at her when he's done.

"Oh uh do you guys wanna order now? I can wait a few seconds." She pointed with her thumb behind her back in the cafe.

"No!" We all said, she halted her movement and nodded her head.

Our heartbeats matching eachother.

"Uhm actually, could you give us a moment..." Chan laughs awkwardly, she nods and walks back into the cafe.

I put my hand on my heart.

"Did you see the way she was smiling at me?" Hyunjin muttered out, the rest of the boy's gasped or rolled their eyes me included.

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Y/n's POV

I waited at the cash register until one of the boys -the one that looked like a puppy- looked at me, I smiled as a way of showing him that I was coming out to take their order.

I walked back out there with a small smile, "Are you guys ready to order?"

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I love starting new stories :]

Have a good day/afternoon/night!! —Chibi

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↳ EVENT 19. M!Whitney (Breeding & Incest)

Pairing: M!Whitney / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 3,432 Warnings: stepcest, breeding, creampie, pregnancy ment, baby trapping Prompt(s): 04 — breeding + 07 — incest Event Masterlist: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: big brother whitney my beloved!!!!!!!! probably my most favourite trope ever to pair with him ugh </3 such a nasty man. such a gross guy. i hope you can tell just how much fun i had exploring this request!!! and thank u for sending it in !!

The number one worst thing about having a hot step sister glued to his side at all times is that every day he has to fend off all the disgusting creeps that show up to his door, because you're too fucking dumb to see their true intentions and rely solely on him to be your moral compass. You've got a tight fucking body, don't y'know that? No, they don't wanna date you, idiot. They don't wanna court you, or take you on some romantic trip like they so often claim. They just wanna use your holes and milk you for all your sorry ass is worth because you're too pretty for your own good. How does he know that? Well, because he isn't any fucking better himself, truthfully. Throw him in with the rest of the town and you'd not be able to tell the difference between him and the guy next door— but you trust him too much, don't you? More than that, you need him to protect you. It's what big brothers do, despite how he may feel internally, and despite how often he speaks against that ideal; he wants to keep you safe, too. Even if only for more self serving reasons, driven mostly by how his cock thinks, rather than his brain.

Because of that, the second worst thing about having a hot step sister within his immediate vicinity is the fact that he's always hard when you're around. And he can't easily escape you, given that you're literally right through the fucking wall from him. Pining, yearning to bury himself balls deep in your little sister cunt to seek solace for the feelings resting sickly thick in his tummy every time he sees your stupid face. A burning bile, rising to the tip of his tongue when he sees you smile, threatening to spit venom at you when you act all aloof and cute like that. Like you've got no idea what sort of things you do to him, or the general public. Ignorant to how pretty you are, so fucking annoying, especially when you unknowingly leave him with blue balls every night, causing him to fuck his fist to only the memory of you like some sort of seedy stalker.

But isn't he kind of just that? Watching your every move, making sure you don't step too out of line or too out of his eyesight in fear of you straying too far. Late at night, when his fist is wrapped too tight around his fat cock and even fatter beads of precum drool from his red hot tip, he convinces himself that he's just looking out for you. Just being a good big brother at the end of the day. Pleasuring himself to the thought of you in private because that's what good big brothers do. Stealing secret glances of you in the kitchen while petting his fat bulge because that's what good big brothers do. Stealing your panties to sniff at them while his fist fucks his needy cock before placing them right back where he found them; only now a little stained sticky with seed, because that's what good big brothers do. In that, he's tried so hard and for so long to treat you as he's supposed to. Protective, perhaps a little too much so, but nonetheless genuine in his attempts to shield you from the harsh realities of this world. Even at the cost of his own sanity, and his poor cock.

But as he lingers around your open door, shoulder resting against the frame, one foot tucked behind the other, he gets an idea. An insidious one at that, borne out of sheer desperation to reconcile with himself in such a selfish manner it's almost shameful, but an idea nonetheless. Encouraged by the tiny little sleeping shorts you've decided to wear tonight, ass facing him like an invitation, face pressed close to your phone as a display of submission. He briefly wonders if you've even picked up on his presence yet, caught on to the fact that your big brother has been busy for the past few minutes simply staring at your ass, nursing a growing erection with an open palm circling his tip. Because if you have, you certainly haven't let on. But the thought of you being so fucking dull, enough not to feel his ever watching presence at your back side, has his cock twitching for your attention, drives him insane with sexual frustration. Horny at how well you ignore him, God, you're so pretty but so dumb. Fucking slut, you better not be doing this on purpose— riling him up without even fucking trying, it's so beyond frustrating that he has half a mind to treat you as unfairly as you do him, just like how all those abusers outside would like to ruin you. Though, on a more positive note, your complete and utter lack of self preservation only strengthens his secret resolve. You need to be taught a harsh lesson, at the very least, to be more aware of your surroundings.

There's really only one way to keep you by his side forever, to be the best big brother you could ever ask for; eager to provide you with whatever you may need so long as you can satiate the ever growing hunger he feels for you. And besides, it's not like he's technically going to be doing anything wrong... Right, step sis?

Carefully, he creeps towards you. Stalking prey, straying from the creaky floorboards he intimately knows about, reaching the foot of your bed before you know it and pounces. Calculating his fall so that he's got your wrists pinned above your head and your legs locked under his own. A breathy laugh follows, he can't quite believe just how easy you are to catch, but isn't that further proof that you need big brother to be by your side forever? See, he's doing you a fucking favour by keeping you under him.

"Got you." He mumbles absentmindedly, smiling down at your squished into the pillow face as you writhe and wriggle around for freedom under him. You're not helping his hard on, y'know that?

"Whitney! What's your fucking deal— Ouch, that hurts, asshole—"

"Quit yer fuckin' whining." He sighs, dismissing your petulant cries by tightening his grip on your wrists anyway to show how serious he is, and tilting his head to the side, lowering his upper body to get closer to your face. And for a few moments he merely stares at you. Takes in the sight of your confused expression, the furrow of your brows. Cute, he thinks to himself, cautious not to let his hips drop down too low in fear of rubbing himself against you. Usually others appear more scared when he's on top, but like a good little sister you intrinsically know the trust him, right?

In that case, fuck it, he thinks. A split second decision, coaxed into giving in to his more baser instincts by the pretty pout you send his way, a low mutter of you're heavy, can you please get off? as if it were even a fucking question. It's your own fault, really. Should have known that displaying your innocence in such an honest fashion would only lead to others wanting to corrupt. To dirty you, stain you as vile as they are.

Which doesn't exclude your own brother, especially as he yields to his perverted fantasies and drops his hips in one fell swoop, heavy hard cock resting between your ass cheeks that he knows you can feel the outline of. Shoulda worn something less provoking, then. The pretty gasp you let out at the contact causing his own brows to knit together in focus, biting down on his tongue to withhold expletives when you question his ethics.

"Are you— Are you hard, Whitney? Really?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

There's no use denying it, not when his hips are pressed flush against your backside. His heart racing, thumping hard against his chest at the prospect of finally getting a taste of you, his precious, highly sought after, baby sister. He's in your room for only one reason tonight, a selfish seeking to protect you. Whether you agree to it or not is of no consequence, he's only doing what's best for you, okay? And besides, he's so much stronger than you, isn't he? Bigger too... There's nowhere you can run that he won't find you, if you ever get the opportunity to escape.

Given his nonchalant answer, he hears you sigh in response, a deep sound that has his cock dripping more pre just for you. And he can't stop thinking about how lucky he is to hear your resignation. To be resting his weighty cock on top of your pretty ass just to have you simply accept it as par for the course.

And though he'd love to take his time with you, to really enjoy everything you have to offer, to make you cry on his cock— he's been wanting this for a long time. Seething in secrecy, longing for a taste of your sweet sister cunt; he can't wait any longer. Not now that he has your unvoiced blessing, watching as you bury your face back into your pillow and wiggle your ass against his cock— fuck, you already feel so good against him.

"C'mon then," Your voice is muffled, but nonetheless encouraging. A pang of pain in his heart at the way you seem to be wanting him too, a comfortable hurt borne out of disgusting adoration for the one person he isn't supposed to have. And here you are, supporting his lewd love for you. Releasing one of your wrists with the intent to get a move on like you're asking, but instead his hand stops mid air when he witnesses you tugging down your shorts for him. "Before mom and dad get back, okay? Just want you out my room so don't... I don't wanna do it when they're here."

"Fuck me—"

He hears your stipulation, of course. It makes total fucking sense. Fucking his little sister? Perfectly fine. Fucking his little sister when other people are in the house? Fucking weird, don't fucking do that. But he curses loud and proud at the sight of your no panties, like you knew he was coming in to steal you away for the night. Had he stolen your pair tonight? He can't quite remember, mind empty beyond the thought of finally attaining what he's worked so tirelessly for. Helping you pull down your shorts the rest of the way; or at least until they rest by your ankles because he's too eager to get his cock wet already.

Immediately, impulsively, he spreads your legs wide enough to accommodate him. Letting go of your other wrist to allow you breathing room, but also so he can selfishly explore your body. Running his hands up and down your ass, spanking you a few times for good measure. Cock pulsing at the yelps his hands smack out of you, biting down on his bottom lip when he drops his pants low enough only to let his cock spring free. The cool air that hits his sopping tip is almost sobering, if not for the way you pout his name so prettily. An effortless attempt to turn him on, no doubt.

"Yeah yeah, I got it. Want me to hurry up and fuck my slut, right?" He sneers, not even gracing you with eye contact as he spreads your cheeks apart to get a greedy look at your holes. His hips fucking forward on their own at the small glimpse he gets, prompting him to hang his head in shame so that you don't catch the way his cheeks heat up. How the idea of keeping you all to himself, truly turning his baby sister into his little slut fills him with so much joy that he can't help himself from rubbing his cock against your ass, humping his hips against you in barely there snap thrusts just to provide himself some sort of stimulation. Just something to take the edge off as he gathers the courage to put it in already.

Because once he does, he knows he won't be able to stop. And that's a little worrying, considering he's so used to having control over you.

He hadn't intended to wait for you to respond to his rhetorical question, but the way you practically beg "Please." is music to his ears. God, he can't even compare it to the countless faceless sluts he's fucked in the past, completely focused on how his baby sister drips slick for his tip to collect, angling his cock down to catch on your pretty little hole for the first time ever.

And it feels so fucking good to finally have contact with you like this, holy shit. Even just letting precum bead out against your hole would be enough, he thinks. Enough to have him feeling better than he has before, dirty slut, you've only went and ruined his hand for the rest of his life. You better fucking own up to that, yeah? Let him cream your cunt with the intent of knocking you up so that he can be your big brother for life, that'd be a good start, don't you think?

With the way you wiggle against him, leaking all over his cock as if he wasn't providing you enough lubrication with the abundance of precum your simple existence coaxes out of him, he automatically rolls his hips into you. Into your cunt. Gasping for air the second he pushes past your entrance, choking at the way your insides wrap around his tip, and soon enough his whole length when he can't stop himself from ruining his pretty little sister now that you've given him permission.

And after the first few little humps he has you endure, he's settling an unfairly fast pace. Pent up frustration, almost resentment expressed in every relentless thrust over how fucking perfect you are, so much so that your cunt practically shuts him up for once in his lifetime spare some crass comments about your pretty body, or about how fuckin' tight are you? fuck, can barely fit inside, God, look at how pretty my little slut is bouncing on my cock. Mean words as an attempt to hide how downright in love he is with you, how he wants to fuck only baby sister cunt for the rest of his life, moaning openly at the sound of wet skin on skin slapping with how hard and fast he thrusts into you. Like a dog in heat, drool collects in his mouth as his eyes roll to the back of his skull, hands innately finding home on your hips for stability, like they were always meant to be there.

You feel so fucking good it's cruel, cock aching with every pulse your cunt offers around him, every suck of your insides begging to keep his cock inside as he repeatedly fucks you up the bed. You were right, it's best to do this was no one else at home, else you get exposed for being the dirty little sister slut that you are— taking big brothers cock so well, aren't you? Fucking made for him, babbling cute strings of nothing from how frantic his humps are, accidentally cutting you off mid mumble with every greedy fuck; he just can't stop himself. Hasn't a hope in Hell of showing a mere modicum of control while inside of you, head empty and cock hard for you.

And as he's fully sheathed inside, groaning out at the feeling of his balls slapping against your backside, intimate with the way his thighs are tacky like your own from every gush of your wet little cunt around his too big cock, he remembers exactly what he came here to do. The sole reason why you're a moaning mess on your bed right now, tangling the sheets in your cute little fists as if that was gonna help the stretch of his fat cock bullying your insides. His voice comes out hoarse, having to choke on a cough to clear the lust coating his tongue as he continues pumping away inside of you.

"Gonna fuck ya pregnant, kay?

Almost immediately, lagging a little from that good dick, aren't you slut? You start to whine. That same petulant tone you used earlier, and just like earlier, it goes straight to his throbbing cock, makes his balls all taut and his muscles all tense as he keeps you pinned in place with large hands. Greedy hands, bruising in their grip of your body so that you know who's in charge. So that you can't escape him, this is all for your own good, remember?

"Whit— don't, stop I— Ah—!" It's no use though, is it? His cock feels too good in your tight little cunt, big brother just wants to make you feel good, okay? He just wants to feel your cunt suck him off so well, your body is begging for his seed, right? And because he's such a good big brother, he's more than happy to give you a taste. Over and over again, until his seed takes to your womb and you're stuck with him for life, tension building in his tummy at the thought of walking around with you hand in hand, big pregnant belly scaring off anyone who even dares to look at his sister. His slut, whining like a pretty bitch as he drags your ass back down to meet his every thrust, can you feel how desperate he is for release? So eager to stain your insides white in an effort to prevent others from touching you, to keep you safe forever; it's just big brother duties, it's okay if dumb little sister minds can't understand his reasoning. All you have to do is lay there and fucking take it. Take his pounding, take the pinches and slaps on your ass, take his sticky precum coating your thighs, just as well as he honours the ring of your cream at the base of his cock. You're so pretty, his eyes trained on the spot where he disappears over and over again into your tight little hole, greedy little cunt. But he's fucking it too fast for it to truly capture his attention, instead his head is thrown back with a dopey grin tugging on his lips, sheer pleasure rolling down his spine with a gasped: "Shut up, doin'— 'M doin' ya favour. Fuuuck, jus' like that—" before shooting a load deep into your sister cunt. Still fucking himself through the orgasm that washes over him, that has him drooling from how fucking good it feels to finally claim you as his own, hopeful that his stink will scare off anyone else from even attempting to get close to you in order to abuse you the same way he has tonight.

And, if he's lucky, the continued thrusts he provides your tender, swollen hole, milking himself for all he's worth against your cervix, he'll have successfully filled you up enough to impregnate you. Doesn't that feel good? Poor baby was probably just a little worried like he was, right? His breathing is laboured, heaving for air by the time he's done emptying his balls inside of you, but still the first thing he does is collapses on top of you. Smiles to himself at the soft little oof you let out with his added weight, but he's not here just to laze around.

From now on, you're officially his. And he likes to take good care of his sluts, especially if they're as precious as his little sister. Step or not, he cares about you enough to wrap his big arms around you with a chaste kiss to the back of your head, hiding his face against your neck to nose at your scent as he calms down.

"Gross." You whine at his affections, and he agrees. Rolling you over onto his side with him so that he can sneak a hand between your legs, warming his spent cock in your hole still as he brings attention to your puffy, touch starved clit. The resulting moan you let out is thanks enough for securing your future with him.

Though, what's worse is that he's thinking about doing the exact same thing tomorrow, planning to leave the house only once.

You'll need some pregnancy tests, won't you?

[forget-me-maybe]

Rolan HC

So, I was sick last week and thought about how Rolan would react on my Tav being sick.

I think he'd be very caring, as he always is, but he's also so unproportionally scared of getting sick he'd be acting somewhat irrationally. Anyways, here's a short SFW drabble:

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Throughout the history of Toril there’s one disease no cleric, druid or alchemist has been able to cure. 

The common cold. 

Faye had been snivelling all day, blaming it mostly on the cold weather the Gate experienced this winter. 

But then she sneezed. 

And she had never seen Rolan get out of the couch faster, stumbling and sweeping down a carafe from the table with his tail. 

“You’re sick” he said while he looked at her like she had just turned into a mindflayer. 

“I’m fine” Faye tried to reassure the wizard. “It’s probably just a cold” 

“Just a cold?” he snapped at her. “Just the most contagious disease known to this plane that bears no cure!” 

Faye was shocked and slightly amused by the exaggerated reaction. Rolan had never shown signs of being a germaphobe. He liked to keep things clean but never to an extreme extent. 

But this. This was new. 

Just as Faye was about to say something reassuring, the portal did the swooshy thing and Cal and Lia entered the tower. 

“I don’t feel well” Lia said, her voice hoarse and tired. 

“Me neither, I’ll see you tomorrow” Cal said in an equally tired voice. 

Rolan looked like he was about to combust. 

“I’m setting up quarantine” he said through gritted teeth. 

“You’re what?” Faye said, staring at him blankly. 

And that’s how she and the younger siblings ended up confined in their rooms. 

Rolan wasn’t an awful warden, in fact he would probably go down in history as one of the best. He made chicken soup that he teleported into the prisoners’ rooms, made sure they always had hot tea and made tonics for their sore throats. 

He wrote cute little notes that accompanied the daily rations. 

Eat. X 

Drink. X

Sleep. X 

Faye suspected Cal and Lia got similar notes except the Xs. 

But Faye was bored. Sure, she was unwell. Her body ached and her nose was clogged up but she’d much rather be getting at least something done than just laying in bed all day. 

She had been in solitary confinement for one and a half days when there was a knock on the door. Excited by the fact that anything at all happened she jumped from her spot in the bed to open. She opened the door just an inch to find Cal and Lia. 

“Quickly, let us in” Lia whispered and didn’t wait for an answer before she had pushed herself inside with Cal right behind. 

Faye carefully closed the door to not make a sound as it shut and gave the siblings a questioning look. 

“So, this is your first time getting a cold while living with Rolan” Lia said as she walked over to the bed. 

“Is he like this every time?” Faye asked. 

“More or less, he’s better now though” Cal said. “One time mum had to tell him off for trying to lock us up in the attic” 

“So, me and Cal always pretend it’s a fun sleepover situation instead” Lia chimes in. “If you’re up for it?” 

“Fuck yeah I am” Faye blurted out, unable to contain her excitement for just being able to talk to someone. 

So, the three pyjama-clad captives settled in bed, Lia in the middle and Cal and Faye on each side. 

They played cards, they chatted. Cal got a bit worse (men just can’t handle a simple cold) and fell asleep. Faye and Lia continued talking into the small hours of the night before they too were claimed by sleep. 

Faye woke up a bit worse for wear, but not as bad as the tall tiefling staring at the three of them from the door. She shot him a crooked and apologetic smile as she pondered on what new quarantine rules he’d set up now that they’ve been caught. 

But then Rolan snivelled. 

“I’ve succumbed to your illness” he muttered, approaching the bed with a face that can only be described as completely miserable. “Scoot” 

There was not much room to scoot, sure their bed was big, but not four-people-big. Lia got an accidental elbow to the ribs and Cal almost fell off the bed on the other side as Rolan squeezed himself into the small space that was available to him. 

The younger siblings quickly excused themselves and left the room, for all of their sakes. 

Faye wrapped her arms around Rolan, he was warmer than normally and still shivered. She wondered how long he waited until he admitted to himself that he too was unwell. 

“If I die –” 

“You’re not dying from a cold” Faye cut him off. 

“If I die, and since we’re not married yet, you have no claim to the tower” he said, ignoring her remark. 

“Not married yet?” 

“That’s not the point of what I’m trying to say” he dismissed her, completely ignoring the grin spread on her face. “Cal and Lia could in theory kick you out, don’t let them” 

“I really don’t think they would” she said firmly. Actually she was quite sure the only way she’d be kicked out of the tower was if she were to hurt Rolan and she’d most likely be taking a shortcut from the balcony if that were to happen. 

“I should put it down in writing” he blurted out, sitting up so quickly he almost fell out of the bed. “Get my business in order before…” 

“You’re not dying from a cold, you silly man!” 

She pulled him back into a lying position, smothering him with enough blankets to keep a bugbear down. She wiped some sweat beads from his forehead and the wizard’s face finally relaxed. Faye figured she could sleep a bit more now that she was next to him.

[chiikasevennn]

Our man x someone who's really into eye contact until y'know he got the glow up bc he be always teasin him with those gorgeous eyes of his ☹️🤚🏻

You used to adore looking at Jinwoo's eyes so shamelessly at any occasion where opportunities arose.

Well, you still did. It was just that things have taken a change and you started to sometimes become as awkward as a fish out of water.

His eyes were often described as plain and dull, he didn't think much of it and even agreed at some point that they might be correct.

Until you happened.

You absolutely loved eye contact more than any other the moment you met him; it either caused him to blush or rapidly come up with ways to avoid it, as he knew it would cause him to fold like the flimsy twig he was.

It was an absolute delight to see his heart stammer and stumble over his words, such emotions always caused him to feel giddier than ever.

But now? The tables have flipped; now it was you who found it difficult to meet his gray gaze.

You were once the one who cherished the frequent eye contact for which you were known in your relationship.

"Why aren't you looking at me?" Jinwoo cooed, securing your cheeks between his much larger hands you couldn't escape from.

The S-rank hunter's gaze softened at how you couldn't even lift your eyes to meet him, instead looking left and right. Just anywhere but his gray, loving ones. The sting of sheepishness was a physical blow.

"B-because you're cute."

"Hm?" Jinwoo pretended not to hear which irked you further.

"I said you look like a cucumber."

"Does that even make sense?" He laughed, peppering your face with kisses while you felt strangely yet also familiarly hot underneath the snow.

Jinwoo really did treasure sweet moments like these. You were there for him when he had nothing, and when he was nothing. You didn't worry about what he could reciprocate for all your generosity—gifts, reassurance, financial help—so how could he ask for less or more?

Guys comment something 👿 also pookie thank you, for this awakened something in me

[bucksdaffy]

'buck wasn't jealous that tommy was stealing his best friend from him. he was jealous because it was eddie who got tommy's attention and not him.' yes but he Thought he was jealous of tommy stealing his best friend. just like he thought he was jealous of eddie being all hot and cool and taking his spot in the fireman calendar. and as for wanting to get to know him better... that seems pretty self evident. buck assuming that maddie was talking about eddie when she called chimney cute, gushing over eddie to maddie to the point where she jokingly asks if it means he's got over abby, skipping down the street when that lady thinks chris is his son, the infamous kitchen scene...

sigh, i really don't get what you're trying to prove here.

although we are watching 7x04 from buck's pov, we don't really sit in his head. we don't get to see his thought process. so we don't know for sure what he thought about the whole situation with eddie and tommy. we can only theorize. you think he thought he was jealous of tommy stealing his best friend? okay. i, for one, think he wasn't quite sure whose attention he was after. i think he wasn't consciously aware of what was going on inside of him and he just went with the flow. but that's the problem – all of this happens inside of him, and as the audience, we have no way of accessing that. so ultimately it doesn't matter what WE think was going on in buck's head. why should it? by the end of the episode it's clear to both buck and the audience what was actually happening with buck all this time. and that's all that actually matters. and because we lack the context, which is buck's inner journey throughout that entire episode, we also have to believe that buck is telling the truth once he realizes that eddie wasn't really a factor in his pursuits. saying he's still confused, when he openly admits it was tommy who he was after is... a choice, considering this is probably the most honest and vulnerable he has been.

when it comes to him being jealous of eddie in 2x01, we don't really have enough of canon proof to question if what he thought was going on was actually the case, because nowhere in canon is it contradicted, as opposed to 7x04 where the bait-and-switch is actually introduced.

and all these little moments you mention... well, again, we're stepping into fanon right now.

when i headcanoned buck as bisexual, i actually considered almost all of these as hints of him being bi. little did i know i was wrong in some areas, because i assumed buck more or less had known about his bisexuality since before s1. but he had not. and because of that all these hints pretty much lost their significance for me.

the thing is you can still interpret all of these moments in a platonic way. buck assuming that maddie was talking about eddie when she called chimney cute? yeah, probably because eddie is conventionally attractive. maddie joking that buck has a boy crush on eddie? yeah, they're siblings and siblings love teasing each other. a random lady assuming chris is buck and eddie's son and buck not correcting her? could have been very well because he didn't feel like explaining to a total stranger how he is not gay. or perhaps he was so confident in his sexuality that he didn't feel the need to correct her. the only scene i have never seen as something that indicated buck is bisexual is the "wanna go for the title" scene that is very famous in buddieland. i have always viewed it as a platonic banter between two friends and nothing else. but i think it's also worth noting i had already stopped shipping buddie at that point.

because of all these scenes i used to think that buck might have had a small crush on eddie in s2. i believed it was largely subdued by his situationship with abby and him being completely oblivious of his attraction to men, and that it naturally died out by the time s3 came around. but now that buck is canonically bisexual i have a hard time believing it again. i don't completely discard the idea, so if the writers confirm it in canon i won't be very surprised. but it is no longer something i consider to be the case at the moment. and neither does canon.

[specialized-rexan]

SCREENSHOTS I GOT FROM THE JEREMY JORDAN LIVESTREAM YESTERDAY. especially love the comments on his duck drawings. he was very proud of some of them since he needed to practice before the stream. he admits he does not draw much lol

and here's Lucifer's signature that Jeremy came up with: a cursive capital L attached to a pentagram!

the stream was SO FUN and literally only felt like 20 minutes even tho it was almost an hour

at one point he mentioned he's making pancakes with olive oil now since he has high cholesterol, and that he LOVES how the pancakes turned out. someone responded:

(later someone joked he should make pancakes with bacon grease and he almost shouted (not angrily) "DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE? I JUST SAID I HAVE HIGH CHOLESTEROL. I just said. I had high cholesterol. Are you TRYING. To kill me."

anyway back to screenshots lol)

"Take that, depression!" was a popular quote to write on prints, and he said he hoped we're not depressed and it was very sweet

some more quotes written during the stream and other notes:

"I'm gonna be signing these prints of my boy Lucifer, the short king of Hell"

he drank both a cold smoothie and hot tea during the stream. "Doesn't make any goddamn sense, but here we go."

"It's never too late to fuck up--too late to fuck shit up" (a legitimate accidental stammer. but still perfect in its own way)

"Every time I hear the name 'Shay' I think of my daughter's friend at school. My daughter's obsessed with a friend named Shay. 'S all she talks about. 'Shay Shay Shay Shay Shay Shay.' Shay and Madeline. It's like 'You can be your own person. Clara. You are your own HUMAN.' …HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KATHERINE."

hopes to go to some conventions for Hazbin Hotel. more likely to go to cons in New York, New Jersey (where he lives), or Philly area

"He's just a li'l cutie. :3 Is he really da bosh? :3" (wondering if Lucifer really is the Big Boss of Hell Himself or if it's just more of a title)

"Hope you're not depressed"

" 'Write something Lucifer would say to cheer someone up.' And I think Lucifer would think that… 'SINGING MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER!' At least when it comes to rebuilding your relationship with your daughter."

"Guess what's in my smoothie. There are six ingredients. Go."

"…said draw a little duck, so I drew the smallest duck I could. (holds print up to camera then says in small high-pitched voice:) It's a little duck!"

MORE QUOTES UNDER THE CUT. THIS POST IS GETTING LONG ASFQJSKSKSKKS

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about his smoothie again: "Obviously, I just went to the gym. So I gotta have some kinda supplement in there. ... WHAT'S THE BASE, Y'ALL? YOU GOTTA HAVE A BASE." (someone could use that audio and give a character a bass guitar lol)

(still about people guessing smoothie ingredients:) "WATER? Why would I put water in my smoothie. (mutters:) Water is for losers. ... Kale! -grins and points at camera- That's it! You win. That's my smoothie."

his smoothie was blueberries, bananas, strawberries, protein powder, almond milk, kale

"…with a hUUGE shmiley faysh! :3" (about a little " =) " smile he wrote with an autograph)

"THAT DUCK IS CUTE!"

"We love, we stan Lilith"

AGGRESSIVELY, ABOUT A JOKE HE MADE: "GET IT?"

Some fatherly advice from Lucifer: "Don't fuck up your lives like I did 😎"

HE SANG THE START OF HELL'S GREATEST DAD AND WANTS A MIMZY-LESS VERSION THAT ACTUALLY HAS AN ENDING QSJFKSKKSKS

he's only seen Hazbin Hotel once, and he had "~champagne fountains, caviar mountains, that's just to staaart~" going through his head for the two+ years between recording his lines and the show airing. he wasn't able to tell anyone it because of non-disclosure stuff, and eventually he even forgot what that song line was from. but it still went through his head

"[Person he was signing an autograph for] is a bi girl [bisexual], and that's pretty baller"

"AN INCREDIBLE DUCK YOU SHALL HAVE"

"Take that depression!! Quack"

"Hold please!" (i just liked imagining Lucifer saying almost any small thing)

Jeremy Jordan says Lucifer is short, and not just that all the other characters are tall (i cannot confirm that that is canon even tho that's what i want LOL) "What gives!? There are short people in this world, and they need some love"

someone asked what he thinks about OC x canon ships. he was confused about what OC means and then when the chat explained, he was confused about how "OC x canon" works. but he figured it out after thinking for a moment. "So basically everybody wants to fuck Lucifer. GOT IT."

"Am I going to Hell for this" (about all the pentagrams he's drawing)

"…so i just did a bunch of stars and hearts around Emery's name 💜"

someone asked about his favorite Hazbin Hotel song, and he answered that season 2 has a rock song he really likes 👀 👀

"(a requested phrase for an autograph:) 'Duck lord loves you no matter what.' ...Don't know what that particularly means but…"

[sehodreams]

hii again!! ok this one really destroyed me sungchan <///3333 (ugh he’s so good, i mean bad, your writing is. TOO goood i love it!!)

y/n is just trying to be a nice n sweet girlfriend for him, she just wants a little appreciation and affection and he does. THAT. omg. i lovveed the part especially about forcing your moans out omggg that’s so nasty of him but so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 hot of him, i truly just want him to do whatever he wants with me

i saw in the comments (cuz i’m nosey 👀) that you were thinking about adding sungchan putting you on “display” so to speak for anton and eunseok? and yeah idk how to broach that either, but i liked your idea about touching you at the table or something… i thought i’d try to elaborate but idk..

don’t ask me why the 4 of them, sungchan, eunseok, anton, and you, would be at a more expensive, fancier restaurant together but just hear me out. maybe sungchan received a promotion at work or something along those lines and he wanted to celebrate with his close friends and his girl, you, of course. OR no, maybe he gets promoted and eunseok decides to take him to this restaurant to celebrate, inviting anton, and you to join. so you pick out a dress on your own, something simple and black, and not too short but your knees are still exposed and the neckline is a pretty sweetheart or v cut. and you dress up all nice and you feel so pretty, and you’re so proud of sungchan for his promotion, he tells you he’s going to take care of you forever, you’ll never have to lift a finger soon, and he’ll always provide for you<333 you think maybe he’s softening up… let’s say you get seated in a far back corner of the restaurant, maybe even a private room like they have sometimes, as per eunseok’s request but it’s not too strange, you are all celebrating of course, and there’s wine or other alcohol and the food is really good and you all chat and joke and laugh and it’s nice and you don’t feel nearly as awkward as you did the last time you were all together. sungchan has his hand on your knee/thigh most of the night, sitting beside you, but it’s possessive, and sweet, you just feel you’re being paid attention to and cared for but then a little later, maybe eunseok brings up the… situation where you squirted in his bed🤭 and you’re embarrassed but you giggle, and apologize again and say you promise it won’t happen again, and lean into sungchan’s arm, all cute, and then maybe anton and eunseok go to use the restroom (don’t ask me why they went together) or to smoke or smth and sungchan turns to you like “did you plan this? was it your idea to get all dolled up like this and show yourself off in front of my friends, is that what you want?” sungchan is fearful at this point that you’re getting too much attention from eunseok and anton, now that the boys understand why he seems so whipped for you, he thinks they want a taste now too and you’re making it too available to them. “if that’s what you want, then that’s what you’re going to get, i haven’t given you enough? you always get what you want, you spoiled little fucking brat” and his hand is spreading your legs apart, two fingers plunging swiftly into your now exposed cunt when he tears your panties to the side (or off completely), you grab onto his bicep, his long fingers causing your pussy to stretch and burn, you try to protest but he’s working his digits in and out of you at an increasing pace, he’s been thinking about doing this all night, you look so fuckable the way you’re dressed and your makeup, but he’s held back and now he can’t anymore…

i don’t want to cut off, but idk i wrote all that and then it doesn’t really feel right. i was trying to get to more of a, sungchan teasing you under the table before exposing your tits to his friends like you were saying but idk what happened. it’s so hard sometimes coming up with the plot. like i want the four of them together but i can’t think of a way to have them all, together idk. i also thought about being over at eunseok’s apartment with sungchan and eunseok coming onto you, like touching your thigh and whispering dirty things to you and then sungchan catches you and you cry and plead that you didn’t do anything, and he’s kinda like “the least you can do now is let me watch, go ahead, bounce on eunseok’s cock like you’ve wanted to all this time you dirty whore” but sungchan is too insecure, and mean, and possessive for that, you’re so right😓😓 so idk now.

Oh yeah, I totally understand, to be honest honey, at this point this is just pure porn, there's no plot anymore, I just want them all to touch reader as if there was no tomorrow.

Still, I tried to think about a way for them to touch her, and it's SO HARD. Like, Sungchan is so possessive I can't imagine him letting them touch her enough, he'd maybe let them see, but it's almost animalistic, as if he was proclaiming her.

The thing I wrote in the comments was a way I could kind of imagine them touching reader, and it'd be barely a brush. He'd be showing them your beautiful chest, touching you under the table, and he'd say something like "you can give her a touch if you want, but it'll be the only time I'll let you". And, even if Eunseok is the boldest, I feel like Anton would be the one going for it first. It's like, he's been thinking about you for so long, he can't believe he finally has the opportunity to feel you. He would have to stop his big hands from gripping too hard, especially with that panic expression you have. He would touch your nipples with his thumbs, playing with them to see with his own eyes how they get harder, just like he's dreamed for so long, and then, in pain, he'd try to put his mouth on you, and there's were Sungchan draws the line.

He'd immediately block his face from touching you with his hand, putting a barrier over you with it gripping your chest so the other can't touch or see. "I told you, just a little touch."

Anton would be so frustrated he'd almost let a cry out because he was so close he could already feel it in his mouth.

Then, in Eunseok's case, he'd learn from Anton's mistake and he wouldn't dare to go farther. So, he's definitely touching more.

His hand would go to your neck, wrapping it to then slide down and cup your chest, feeling the weight of it in his hands. "They're heavy" he'd murmur to himself. You'd get really embarrassed because they are heavy, and you can't believe your boyfriend's friend now know it too.

He would twirl your nipple, looking at the little tip all hard and calling for him to bury his face, stopping himself from losing control. He wants more, but he knows he can only use his hands.

Still, he's sneaky. Eunseok doesn't ask until where he can touch, and he thinks he should cup your pussy at least once, doesn't matter if Sungchan kills him, so he trails his hand down.

However, even if he was thinking about your pussy, when he feels your tummy all plum because of your position, he stops in shock. It's so soft he can imagine how comfortable you'd feel under him, like a cloud waiting for him to rest over it, thinking immediately, she can take me.

Sungchan notices the effect your body has on Eunseok, and he instantly pushes him away too.

"Get your own girlfriends if you want to get your dicks wet" he says, pulling up your dress again and moving you closer to him, making you only focus on him with the hug he gives you, as if he was protecting you from those two. "You can't look at her anymore, and we won't talk about this ever again."

Baby I think this changed more to chubby chassers!tall line 😂👌

Also, yeah, seeing the three of them fucking reader with this concept is really hard, BUT, we can create another one for that 😵‍💫✨

[rwby-confess]

Confession #89

[134340am]

question for the dash: fmk protagonists — deku, hinata, yuuji

[moinsbienquekaworu]

I have so many OCs. I don't know which ones to talk about. I want to draw all of them. I want to have at least one moment I could turn into a scene/series of scenes for all of them. I'm not going to touch my tablet tonight. They don't even have names cause I don't remember which languages they're supposed to speak. Someone ask me about the blorbos from my brain.

[bucksdaffy]

'people who started shipping buddie by the end of 2x01 ALSO only saw the potential. buck and eddie did not share any deep emotional connection by that point as well.' not a deep one but they did have an emotional connection. ('you can always have my back' buck's reaction to finding out about chris) and y'all always talk about how cute buck going all 'get out of my school' over tommy and gushing about him to maddie is but he behaved like that with eddie First. maybe if tommy was introduced from buck's pov in slow motion working out half naked while 'what a man' played in the background, they might have some juice, instead their first interaction is an awkward 'bro' shoulder pat.

well, thanks for proving my point, because the same can be said about buck and tommy. they also already share an emotional connection. not a deep one yet, which is only natural considering they haven't know each other that long, but an emotional connection nevertheless.

i'm not going to dwell on buck's behaviour when he met eddie that much. do i, personally, think he might have been physically attracted to him? yes, i do consider it a possibility, actually. this is also part of the reason why i have always headcanoned him as a bisexual. but you have to keep in mind that physical attraction does not equal romantic attraction. just because buck might have been physically attracted to eddie early on when they met doesn't mean he wants to fuck him now or that he ever has for that matter. it also doesn't mean he is secretly in love with him. you can acknowledge that someone is hot and still not be interested in dating them.

but just because i believe that could be the case that doesn't mean it's canon. canonically the show either gave us other explanations to some of buck's actions, or didn't acknowledge them at all. there is nothing we can do about it now, unless they choose to address it in the show later on.

over the course of years buck and eddie developed a beautiful platonic bond, and the truth is this is where they are now. the sooner you accept that, the better.