#lmao he's so happy every time he slaps someone

[onlyseokmins]

size matters • l.c.

Pairing: lee chan x afab!reader Genres: major smut (minors PLS dni!), losers + idiots + besties to lovers Warnings: *deep breath* MONSTER COCK CHAN, swearing, love me some switch action, reader does not use specified pronouns but refers to their pussy as "she", reader also wears a skirt, pet names, alcohol and goofy drunk antics, bad humor, use of "whore/slut", tons of dirty talk, they're kinda pervs, mentions of toys, masturbation (fem), hints to past sexual partners, mentions of oral (male), actual oral (fem. receiving), car sex (kind of), condoms, fingering (fem. receiving), WAP lmao and squirting, bantering, degradation, wee bit praise, unprotected/protected MESSY sex, underwear play (??? lmao), precum play (??), edging, face-riding, groping/manhandling, objectification, reverse cowgirl position, bulge kink, slapping/spanking, possession, almost choking, biting, tears and crying, a bit of overstim and if i missed smth lmk sdfjkajdf WC: 8.3k A/N: this started out purely self-indulgent as usual and reads like a bad pornhwa but it's also nana month so a happy early birthday to @bitchlessdino because i will be asleep when the clock actually strikes 12 tomorrow! and bc i will dedicate all chan content to the loml! this is like my 3rd longest fic on this blog and 4th longest fic ever and it's just utter filth and smut... hate it here. i always get into a crazy headspace when i write for this man. i hope y'all enjoy my delusions before i retire out of shame 😬

"I'm worried my dick's too big."

Laughter bubbles in your chest at the same time the beer you'd just taken a swig of swishes around in your mouth. It's so like your best friend to say something stupid. Especially when your mouth is full.

He frowns in mild annoyance as you rock back and forth with mirth, struggling not to spit out your drink and make a mess. But also trying to refrain from choking. Because if you die, you sure as hell will find a way to make sure everyone knows that a dumbo and his terrible concern over having a big cock drove you to your demise in such an unfortunate manner.

And no one wants that.

"I dunno what's so funny," the man in question irritably gripes, "but for god's sake, calm down and swallow."

Though it ends up that Chan is the one gulping first. Ears burning and eyes widening when you wiggle your brows deviously and do as he says. Sticking your tongue out for good measure — just for proof that yes, you did swallow —  but he's quickly whipping his gaze away. Head turning to the side as if that does anything to hide the embarrassing look overtaking his expression. 

He thinks you'll back off, hoping the nervous twiddling of his fingers will deter further teasing. But he should really know better. The telltale signs are littered across the table in front of him and even overpower your usual sweet scent when you lean close into his personal space.

"So, you like it when someone swallows versus spits for you, Channie?"

"You're drunk."

"So are you." 

Because that's what happens every movie night. The two of you enjoy too many beers after a feel-good show and start talking nonsense.

"Yeah, and we're having a very serious conversation right now. A drunk one. But still, serious."

You purse your lips. "You're bluffing. No way you're complaining about the hugeness of your dick. 'Cause no one does that."

"It's not like I'm trying to boast or even insecure, I'm just worried."

"Worried about what?" you snort and push at his shoulder. "There'd be no reason to worry if you know how to use it. In the end, size doesn't matter at all."

Chan quirks an eyebrow, side-eyeing you. "At all?" 

"If your technique is good, it shouldn't matter as long as everyone feels satisfied. You know, you just gotta hit that one spot…" 

You start doing hand motions to demonstrate your point that seem wildly inappropriate and are honestly so drunkenly uncoordinated to the point that Chan not only feels compelled to stop you but doubts anyone would feel good from that. Then again, he's never really managed to partake in sloppy sex, so who knows? 

He grabs your hands to still them and though you no longer move, you protest. "What? You'll have 'em seeing and feeling stars! To be honest… you prolly will too if ya try your best."

"You know, I do know how to pleasure someone. It's not really an issue once I'm inside, it's just getting there that's kind of a problem."

"Channie, are you secretly a virgin?" You lay your head on his shoulder, hand running down his forearm and weaving your fingers between his. "Issokay if you are."

"You know I'm not!"

"Well, yeah I guess you're a bit of a whore. Still love you no matter what."

Chan chokes out your name in frustration. "All I'm saying is that I have a huge cock and I'm sad about it!"

"And you keep saying I'm drunk. Look, you're valid in being… upset about having a fat dick even if I don't understand. Just telling you that sometimes a ton of prep is helpful and even a decent amount of lube. No shame in that. Not everyone's built to take a large-ass, whopping cock." And then you mumble extremely quietly, "If it's even that big."

Unfortunately, he hears you and scoffs. Popping his shoulder up to gently shove you off him. Though that only causes you to grasp for his sweatpant-clad thigh and hold onto it for dear support in your half-drunken stupor. The perverted part of both your brains flash to your hand squeezing tightly around something else; the unmistakable heat of said something else radiating towards the closest part of your hand and causing a hot rush to flare across your entire body.

Or maybe that's just the alcohol.

Doesn't stop you from shamelessly ogling what you can only presume to be his bulge, gray fabric stretched over his groin and straining against muscular thighs. 

"Are you flaccid right now?"

"What's it to you?"

"Just curious. Thinking about my different dildo sizes."

He balks at that. "Pl-please don't."

"Yeah, not sure I wanna compare what your dick would realistically feel inside me," you admit even if you find it difficult to tear your hungry eyes away to take in Chan's mortified expression. 

"Can we stop talking about my personal parts now?" he squeaks out and you shoot him a dubious side-eye even though you do easily acquiesce.

"With pleasure. Speaking of which…"

Chan's hushed groan of "Oh dear" goes ignored even after you drape an arm on the back of the couch behind his head, lay the other across his chest, and splay your legs over his lap. Your lips end up leaving a sticky residue on his cheek, neck, and ear as you graciously whisper your own sex secret — the spontaneous topic of tonight — to him. 

"Only my bullet vibe has the ability to make me squirt. None of the others, not even the thirteen-inch one with suction ridges. So yeah, hm… size doesn't matter, does it Channie?"

"Well, those are toys and uh… my big dick is simply what it is. A big, regular human dick. Nothing fancy."

"Then you should try harder."

He apologizes for having such blatant ignorance about the matter and then eventually you end up falling asleep together. 

Limbs tangled and wrapped around one another just like every other night you doze off with the comfort of the other's body warmth. And like usual, you and Chan peer at each other with eyelids heavy from sleep and goofy but comforting smiles — merely inches apart when the sun's rays sneak a peek through the blinds to shine onto your faces. Because everything's normal and just right between the two of you. 

Like always.

Except it's not.

All you can think about is your best friend's dumb, gargantuan cock and his weird embarrassment about it. If you didn't know Chan as well as you do, you might think he was just using that as an excuse to get into your pants but you know better. He's genuinely perturbed over his too-big dick! 

You let out a sigh. Warm breath fans the tip of your ear while large hands lay on your hips, ringed fingers teasing the bare skin revealed by the daring crop top you decided to wear tonight.

"Am I boring you, baby?"

"Kind of," you admit, displeased that you weren't enjoying the usual thrill of grinding on the dancefloor with a hot man. Turning around to face said man, you purse your lips. "How would you feel if you had a big dick, Cheol?"

He raises an eyebrow in the self-assured way only the Choi Seungcheol can. "Shouldn't you be asking what it's like possessing the largest dick of the century?"

"Not helping, I'm not talking about big dick energy."

"That's not what you said when it was shoved halfway down your throat."

"Can't say much if I'm sucking someone off, you dolt. And I said you made my jaw hurt 'cause you're a guy that likes it rough, not 'cause I thought your dick was overly huge."

"Brat," Seungcheol says rather affectionately, "so whose humongous cock are you taking tonight?"

Your eyes wander over his shoulder to the bar, the same place he noticed your gaze strayed towards all night. A glee-filled smirk is on your face when you meet his eyes again though you only casually state with a shrug, "An absolute loser's."

"Wasn't aware it was self-pleasure night, sweetheart," he jokingly snorts, nudging you in that direction before you can get too mad at him. But not without delivering a playful slap on your ass as a 'good luck to charm' to send you on your way. "Go get 'em, Tiger!"

The cocky bastard must think you're after Soonyoung tonight, who greets you by placing a polite kiss on the cheek and a casual side hug. Though he looks hella fine tonight with slicked-back hair and donning the signature head-turning 'leather jacket, silver jewelry' fit that Seungcheol is sporting, he's not who you have in mind.

You squeeze him back though, always ready to return the affection you receive. "Rare to not see you dancing, tough crowd tonight?"

"Nah, I just have my priorities set." He angles his head toward the bartender who sneaks subtle glances at the two of you as if to distinguish what intentions you had approaching such a striking man. 

That they just so happen to have their eyes on. Luckily Soonyoung does too.

"Ah, well, so do I!" 

Never one to want to get stuck between two people and cause a potential misunderstanding, you pat him on the arm, wink encouragingly at the bartender, and skip away to find the person who's been occupying your mind for the past few days in a very different way like crazy.

Chan hasn't moved from where you last caught sight of him — in the corner of the bar nursing the same glass of bourbon for far too long. There's distinctly more water in it from the rapidly melting ice ball than alcohol but you still ease it out of his grasp. Taking a sip only to wrinkle your nose in disgust.

Your best friend observes your expression with a bemused one of his own after you hand it back, lip gloss staining the rim. A far cry from the darkened, sultry stare that followed as you moved from one gyrating body to the next. You wonder how you've never noticed it before. But then again, you yourself have never thought about him in that kind of way until now. 

While momentarily lost in your thoughts, Chan's working on getting the attention of Soonyoung's flirt target to order your favorite drink. But you place a hand on his arm, squeezing the firm muscle beneath your fingertips. 

"I wanna go home."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just feel like leaving."

He shakes his head. "You looked like you were having a good time."

"Ooh… are you jealous?"

"Hah, jealous? No. Concerned that someone did something you didn't like? Yeah."

"There will be," you tug him by the open collar of the flannel he's wearing so you're nose-to-nose, "if he doesn't take me back to his place right now."

His eyebrows raise, eyes widening as they drop down to the pouty curve of your lips. You swear he even peers at your cleavage with the tiniest of squints before finishing what little bit of liquor is left, standing, and pulling you along with him outside.

Walking to his car parked by the sidewalk is truly a breath of fresh air, the chill of the evening breeze and city noises rushing by helps bring Chan back down to earth. No longer on the crazy high fueled by the hypnotic, seductive thrall of the nightclub's booming bass that adds to him being wholly entranced by your teasing allure. 

Now it's just you and him. Simple as usual, getting ready to drive around.

"You want to go to my place?"

"Yeah."

He starts the engine, checking the side mirror to estimate when there will be an available opening to pull out. "Whaddya wanna do, stop somewhere for snacks?"

"Sure. Maybe condoms too."

"I'm sorry, what?" It's a good thing the car's still in park when his foot stomps on the gas pedal out of shock, revving the engine and making you both jump. "Why?"

Chan even goes as far as to steal a glance over his shoulder at the backseat. As if you had miraculously snuck in someone from the club that you were planning to fuck and he didn't know about it. 

There's no one there, of course.

"Why… are we picking up… condoms?" he repeats. "I um, I have a bunch of unopened boxes i-if you need them."

"You do? Good."

"Uh, can you at least let me know how many are used so I don't suddenly run out?"

Your eyebrows raise though he doesn't even dare look at you. "Do you think you'll cum that much?"

"Pardon?! N-no, I only have a surplus because I bought them in bulk!"

"I thought you weren't having sex a lot because you have such a big cock. One that rarely goes inside anyone."

His hands cover his face. "I'm saying it's fine if you want to use them!"

"Gee, thanks. You want me to make condom balloon animals or something?"

One brown eye glares at you between fingers. "… If you're into that."

"I bet extra large ones would make brilliant animal balloons but that's a sad waste when they could go around a dick instead. I mean it can't be easy for you to find ones that don't break. Whatever, at least you have a ton. And as you know I'm on the pill."

He has to know. He has to ask. "Are you confused or is it just me?"

"Clearly, because I don't know why you think I'd be into filling condoms with air and not cock."

"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but — I mean like there's no way — but are you implying that you want to… you know, with me…?"

"Whaddya mean 'no way'? Fuck yeah, I wanna fuck you! Sorry, was that not clear?" 

Chan chokes on his saliva and has a brief hacking fit. "No?!" 

"Damn, uh… my bad. Sorry, I thought it was super obvious. Simply put, I can't get the thought of you out of my mind or my pussy, so yeah. We should totally bang. Have sex and all that. Only if you want to obviously. No hard feelings if not."

Oh god, yes he does. Since he now knows that you can squirt, let alone with something as small as a little bullet vibrator, all he can think about is what would happen if he teased your cunt with the thick head of his cock. It's been driving him absolutely feral and fueled a rather ugly feeling when he saw Seungcheol all over you earlier. 

But now that he knows you want him? Maybe just as much as he wants you? Explicitly? 

He starts driving in an attempt to help collect himself. You're at ease, able to read him well and know he'll need some time to process and organize his thoughts. So, you wait in silence while he does just that, and when he speaks again his voice is low, laced with utter desire.

"You've been thinking about me?"

"Uh-huh."

"Your pussy has too?"

"Mhm, Channie… she's been crying for you like crazy."

"Fuck," he mutters and grips the steering wheel tightly to avoid swerving into the berm. He rasps out in a desperate beg, "C-can you touch yourself for me? Let me hear how loud she is?"

And you sweetly oblige with a hushed, "Of course," and can't lift your miniskirt up faster than you do now, pushing the drenched thong underneath to the side. Your clit's been buzzing nonstop ever since he whined about his big cock and you got to glimpse the outline of it. And with him now sitting beside you as your thumb rubs at the tiny nub, pointer fingers dipping in and out of your clenching hole, you both let out groans — you at the thrilling sensation and him at the insanely filthy sounds.

Chan steals a moment to take in the sight when he switches lanes, loving the way your tongue lolls past glossy lips that part to release little whimpers of pleasure. It's unlikely you'll squirt right now. But there's still a slick sheen of arousal glistening on your thighs so he holds onto the sick twist of hope that a trace will be left behind. He's pleased and licks his lips but has to swiftly pay attention to the road again, especially when your head rolls to the side, eyelashes pleadingly fluttering at him.

He needs to get home fast. Now.

The car fills with the sloppy noises of you playing with your cunt which grows wetter and wetter by the second. The air is heavy and oozes sex, the compact space growing more humid as you work and rile up your pussy, yourself, and the man beside you. You keep easing up to that delicious edge but never fully dipping over it, making sure to continue growing needier and more wanton until the blurry scenery rushing past the windows half-registers as familiar in your already fucked-out state of mind.

"Wanna get a feel of your cock," you whine out with no shame at how pitiful it sounds. "Gotta know how many fingers to stuff inside to stretch myself out for the real thing."

The way he spits out your name like a curse word makes your gummy walls contract tightly, emitting a moist suctioning sound when you pull your fingers out and bully them back in. 

"No. You have to wait."

"Don't wanna! Been waiting long enough."

"So fuckin' needy," he taunts as if he's not panting heavily with his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. "I don't think they'll come even close to opening up that tiny hole of yours effectively for my dick. But size doesn't matter, so whatever. Right, sweetheart?"

You cuss him out jokingly while working knuckle-deep inside your cunt. Humping against your palm and pulling at your nipples with the other hand underneath your top when he rolls to a stop at an empty four-way in the neighborhood. 

He swats your arm out and away, curiously sweeping his own fingers across your damp folds that flinch at the sudden contact but still mourn the devastating loss of being filled before he slaps at them. Chan grins like a total heathen at the way your hips jolt upon impact, growing more and more delirious at the way droplets of your arousal splash out at the action.

"If you cum by rubbing yourself on that seat — no hands — before I pull in the driveway, I'll let you touch me to mentally prep yourself before we get inside. Before I get inside you." His words are enunciated with a smirk that drops after bringing soaked fingers to his lips — eyelids fluttering with a grunt at your taste eagerly licked clean with his tongue. "God, do you know how delicious you are? Need you to sit on my face at some point, wanna drown in that sloppy pussy."

His dirty talk could be enough to finish you off, you belatedly realize. The earlier command to rut your aching clit against the scratchy fabric to soothe it makes you thrillingly feel like a depraved whore. 

"You're a fuckin' perv, Chan," you growl out as if you aren't doing exactly what he asked on instinct and loving how he's talking to you. How good he is at making you feel divine.

"Yeah? But I want something to remember this by."

"Sick," you snarl through gritted teeth like the knowledge of him thinking about this moment every time he gets in his car and looks at the passenger seat isn't getting you off even more. Bonus points if he jerks off to it. You act like it's not the catalyst to you coming undone, blaming it fully on the bump of the asphalt connecting to the concrete driveway hitting your hard nub just right — absolutely defiling his poor car with your arousal. "Sick in the head."

Neither one of you care. 

In fact, Chan's so pleased he ignores the words you both know you don't mean. Grabbing the hand you buried deep within your hole, but then chose to use it to grip at the console while following his command, and guides it to his mouth. Happily repeating the same thing he did to his own, maintaining eye contact as he tongues at your fingertips. Pupils dilating with how addicted he's become to your taste. Growing more and more eager to have it straight from the source in the very near future. 

Then he places your spit-coated fingers where his cock strains against dark jeans. A darker, damp spot on the denim signifies how much precum the tip is leaking, begging to be released. He squeezes the hand sandwiched between his and the hardening length, shallowly thrusting up into your palm so you can completely grope at its mouth-watering, jaw-aching girth. 

"Feel that?" he goads, "that's gonna have to fit inside your tight cunt."

Your eyes nearly cross at the realization. And of course, your pussy forlornly clenches around nothing, dripping out more arousal to add to the already soiled mess beneath you. 

Oh, you cannot wait.

He wasn't lying, positive every single finger stuffing your hole couldn't compare to the size you just felt beneath those very appendages. Tears collect at your lash line, already anticipating the sheer amount of pleasure you know you'll be feeling with a very warm and real dick. And he's not even anywhere inside of you yet!

Chan coos and wipes the tear that escapes to your cheek. Then he gets out of the car and comes around to the other side to help you walk since your legs are weak and shaking — for more than one reason. That's fine because it gives him almost a weird sense of pride and an excuse to grind and grope at you as he pleases while unlocking the front door. Surprisingly, both of you are giggling together as if you're naughty teens again, always up to no good. It feels strangely wholesome, a light sense of relief blooming and filling your entire body.

Until you're on the other side of the door and those feelings morph back into something carnal. More primal. And Chan must feel it too because you swear he growls when pinning you against the wall. 

"You'll let me eat you out, right? 'Course you will." 

Now it's your turn to feel perverse satisfaction, watching as his lip trembles at the very thought of getting denied such a treat. Feeling the man's absolute desperation through the fingertips that dig into your hips and slightly hike up the already ridiculously short skirt you're wearing.

"C'mon bestie, please."

"… You did not bestie-zone me right now."

"I — " Chan hesitates and you fear the reality of the situation has hit him. That he'll back out and leave you a yearning mess like this. But then he leans in close to whisper hotly against your ear, "What, you want me to call you something like baby?"

Your hum of consideration encourages him to continue, palms sliding down the sides of your bare thighs and lowering himself at a pace that matches the syllables of each word leaving his mouth. Keeping eye contact with you the whole time as a mischievous smirk lights up his stupidly handsome face. 

"Darling? Babe? Lovely sweetheart? Or…" His voice gets thicker, more gravelly until he's finally on his knees and peering up at you. "A vixen? Seductress? Little whore? My slut?"

His hands sneak upwards again, pausing when they're hidden under the pleat of your skirt. 

"Still, you'll always be my dear best friend." He acknowledges and for some reason, it fills you with a comforting sense of reassurance.

And then he waits, hoping — praying — to get your permission.

The coy way you lift up the skirt in no way matches the cute grin you flash at him. Biting your pointer finger as you reveal your pretty pussy for Chan, its puffy lips spread by the continually soaked thong stuck between them. His eyes flick almost nervously away from yours to get a look, letting out a strangled moan at the sight. 

Automatically drawn like a bee to honey. His heart thumps anxiously when your fingers bury in his bangs to yank at them, halting him just short of being able to stick his tongue out for a taste that he already misses. He whines, fully surrounded by the heady scent of your arousal and unable to feast. But you have something to tell him first.

"You can't make me cum."

"What? Why? Need to stretch — "

"No. I already spent hours practicing with my thirteen-inch, so it'll be fine. We're doing this so you know what the telltale signs are when I'm about to cum when this," you briefly release his hair so manicured nails can pet the outside of your glistening wet cunt, "is wrapped around your dick." You smile when he moans quietly at the revelation and you tug lightly again at silky strands, eager to hear more before you absolutely break him. "And don't you want to see me squirt?"

"God, yes."

You shove his face between your inner thighs. "Then this'll help, baby boy. So, don't you dare let me cum unless it's on your cock."

Chan really can't protest against what you call him and honestly wouldn't want to because that would mean leaving the delectable meal he's finally being allowed to dine on. Though your thong remains in the way, he uses it to his advantage. Sucking all the wetness out of it with a hearty groan of appreciation, pushing it back between your folds, and running his tongue that put it there in zig-zag motions along the sorry excuse for fabric. Then repeating the same motions on either side of the bare supple pussy lips that clench at every nibble, suck, and brush on them.

It isn't very long until he gets frustrated by its restrictions though, feeling outrageous at how jealous he's getting of a piece of cloth that gets to wrap around your cunt all the time. Like you can read his mind, you pull him off with breathless laughter at his inevitable moan of sadness and mumble words of reassurance that you're doing it for his benefit.

He can't really hear with the rush of adrenaline roaring in his ears but he surely sees how you rip the offending thong away. It tears easily, falling apart at its most sodden point. And finally, your pussy is truly bare all for him and he rushes to dive back in. Slurping and sucking at your drenched hole like a dehydrated man finding an oasis in the desert.

Again, Chan's intentions were to leave you weak with the magic his mouth and tongue could work but you don't really allow him. His neck's cranked at an awkward angle as you continue to grip at his hair and smother his lips and tongue with your cunt, sloppy ruts back and forth causing your clit to catch and bump against his nose. He doesn't mind even if he's ninety-nine percent positive this is how you'd get off on one of your toys — no, he definitely has not imagined that — but he's not complaining.

There's something in the way that you're utterly using him like he's nothing but an object for your ultimate pleasure. It has the blood rushing down to swell up his cock even more. And maybe he's willingly happy to do so. Offering his body for your pleasure, making sure to stiffen his tongue so it will hit part of your clit as you move and grind all over his face. 

It's kinda hot. He also might be enjoying this a little too much.

And just as his eyes roll up for the umpteenth time out of delicious, delirious dizziness, he feels it. 

The buildup must have been when you started humping his chin shamelessly, slamming down harshly enough that he's sure he'll have bruises to show off. Settling more and more of your weight forward to arch your back, breasts heavy as they follow gravity, and your nipples visibly poke through the crop top's thin material. 

Your hips jerk up and away a few times, the subtle wiggle in them certainly has your ass jiggling cutely. He also notes how your "ah" moans turn to "mhms", positive you're biting your lip with closed eyes and a pleased grin. By now the hands tangling in his hair have made their way to the back of his head and Chan knows one thing for sure.

You're on the brink of climaxing.

And as much as he wants you to make more of a mess on his face, he's a little afraid of what you might do — or might not do — so he obediently, but regretfully backs away and sinks down to sit on his heels. Pathetic, the way he has to simply watch like a good boy as your slit flutters above him and you release the death grip hold you had on his poor hair.

Once all of your weight is supported by the wall again, you slide down it to plop on the floor. A sheepish grin on your face as you praise him for doing such a great job, reveling in what a sexy, fucked-out look he's wearing — mussed-up hair, swollen lips, and a shiny mix of sweat and arousal decorating his face as his eyes struggle to refocus while he catches his breath.

He embarrassingly thinks you might kiss him when you lean in. Only to jolt with surprise at your hand slipping into his back pocket and he flinches after you squeeze at his well-shaped ass with a naughty giggle. 

"A souvenir," you murmur in his ear and he feels the spongy ball of your torn thong when he stands like it's a gold coin weighing down his jeans.

"Can't believe you ripped those yourself."

"Can't believe you didn't rip them."

"Didn't wanna ruin them," he admits because he'd honestly feel bad. Though you shoot him a funny look that he doesn't quite understand as he assists your wobbling frame on the walk to the bedroom.

"Dude, you've already ruined so many, what's one more pair?"

"Huh?"

It's amazing how serious you are when you ask, "Don't you remember how wet I've been getting thinking about your dumb cock? Almost ran out of panties to wear."

With that admission, Chan is immediately rushing you down the hallway and has you on his bed at record speed. It's so comical that you have no choice but to once again fall into that giggly headspace like earlier as you help one another strip each other's clothes off.

"God, why are you like this? Such a fucking little tease."

"You love it."

"Hm, yeah," he looks at you with such tenderness, "guess I do."

You verbally agree even as you grab at his wrist before he can throw his boxers to the ground. "Hand 'em over. It's only fair if you have mine," you point out when he raises an eyebrow.

"Someone's full of surprises."

"Well, somebody's loved all of them so I'm sure he'll like this one too."

Though he falls onto his back easily when you push him down, he can't help but raise concern. "I get that you… practiced, but wouldn't a better position be with me on top? You'll like — "

"And I get that you liked being used like a dildo, baby boy." 

You miss the chagrined look that rapidly spreads across Chan's pretty face at the callout. But that's okay because you turn around to throw a leg over and straddle his prone body, staring at your prize of the night — the fattest dick you've been fantasizing about in the flesh.

"Thanks for these, by the way." You send a wink at him over your shoulder, waving the boxers that dangle off your pointer finger. "Need something to bite onto," you add and moan when you deliberately let your tongue meet the salty patch of precum smeared on them before clamping the black cloth between your teeth.

His heavy cock jerks up, already overwhelmed by everything you're doing. His hips follow suit, also lifting once the feeling of your dripping cunt soaks his abs as you sit and press him back against the bed and reach a hand out. He groans, clutching at the blanket when your palm rubs at the sensitive skin. You marvel at how your decently sized fingers fail to fully wrap around the entire girth.

It already weighs a ton laying against the hand you're using and struggling to prop it up. Shining in all its glory from the excess that's leaked and coated it thoroughly. You seem happy to add to it and Chan's eyes widen at the couple of clear globs of arousal that drip out of your cunt, aided by two free fingers spreading your pussy lips and contracting your inner walls to squeeze them out. And then you sink a little lower, kissing the tip of his cock with your clit before rubbing the thick head between your folds.

"You're… you're so w-wet, mhm, fuck!" He's already on the brink of tears and this is just the beginning. And the gasping man might've just let out a sob at the sight of both of your hands shaking, clasped around his dick as you position it at the right angle and slowly ease the tip inside. "God, 'n so soft," he fucking gargles out due to how much he's drooling.

You're no better off. The saliva that's pooling in your mouth at the delightful ache and burn has completely saturated his boxers. They do nothing to muffle your moans that only grow higher in pitch with the few additional inches you attempt to take, a little more each time. But at least you won't grind your teeth together, plus you're buried in the taste and scent of Chan's essence. Even more so as you topple forward, nails digging into his shins.

It's almost humiliating. How you've ended up face-planting into the mattress and your hips take on a mind of their own, humping up and down midair yet still on the top of his cock. Circling and gyrating as they attempt to both run away and plop firmly up and down onto the hard, thick length begging to fully bury into your tight cunt that's slowly widening to accommodate. 

Luckily, it's not like Chan can make fun of or even blame you, focusing everything he can on not thrusting up into your wet heat on his own accord right now out of consideration. The man understands it's a stretch, a painful one at that.

He doesn't mind staying mildly distracted. There's so much to take in. Ogling the way your ass bounces and jiggles, pornographic sound effects of his cock absolutely bullying your pussy as it squelches in and out. Filling the room with nasty noises audio porn wishes it could truly replicate amid both of your pants, moans, groans, and whines.

It feels like forever until his length has finally made its home within your squishy walls that welcome it inside with a multitude of affectionate squeezes. But honestly, that barely lasts because your hips refuse to let up and once the stretch no longer burns as much and instead melts into mind-numbing pleasure, all you can do is ride him into delirium. And Chan fucking loves it, continuing to watch how your ass reverberates with each downward slam accompanied by the sting of ass cheeks slapping against his stomach over and over again.

"S-so slutty f'me, b-best friend actin' like a whore on my dick."

"Ah, mm… cock… your cock! It's makin' me act slutty!"

"Yeah? You like being my slutty best friend, baby?"

You lug your head onto the leg you'd been riddling with love bites and salivating all over after spitting out his ruined boxers, looking tearfully in his direction. Cross-eyed with a goofy smile on your face at how fucked-out you've become as your clit grinds against his squishy balls that tighten, firm, and fill up with each thud of your hips. 

"Mhm… yeah."

"You gonna be my slutty baby from now on?"

"Ohhh, touch me Channie… please!"

"Since y-you asked so nicely." He squeezes at your ass cheek though it's quickly wrenched out of his grasp because you can't stop moving. "But I… I asked you a question." And then his palm flies out, skin meeting skin in a loud crack against your other cheek. As if it's actually a punishment. "My pretty whore's too fucked out to answer, h-huh?"

"Mhmph! More… more!"

A gasp leaves your mouth and impossibly, your hips only speed up before they suddenly halt. Practically screaming at this point with how good your best friend's cock is buried so deeply and fully seated inside as you somehow manage to sit up with inhuman strength. 

Oh, but your darling Channie knows why.

He lazily grins, empty mind now playing all the signs through his head along to the same moments happening in real-time. You have a death grip on his thighs, certain he'd really impale you in a morbid way if you lose your hold as you bounce haphazardly. How nice, he decides to aid you — giving into the urges to thrust up into your suffocating little cunt whenever you rise up so you constantly remain stuffed full every single time.

Your back does its arch thing and he runs a hand down the curve, pushing down ever so gently as he takes over. It's his turn for a slapping assault, his balls returning the favor on your tender clit that pokes and rubs at them, egging on the brutal pace you started in the first place.

"Gonna squeeze the life outta me," and you clench even tighter around him so that even the air in his lungs is sucked out by the squeeze of your cunt. "You wanna murder me with that sweet pussy of yours? Choke the life outta me, sweetheart? Like the well-behaved little whore that you are?"

Chants of "yes, yes, yes" fall in between salacious moans of "mhms" and "fuck Channie, so good" and it fuels Chan into true unleashed feral mode. The addition of the white ring forming at the base of his cock in no way, shape, or form is helping to reign him in at all. He presses appreciative bruises into the skin of your hips, aiding your sore and tired legs with the powerful strength of his arms.

"A creamer too… oh my god, what can't your cunt do baby, fuck — so freakin' perfect."

"All… all for you!"

Chan laughs and it's mean, a petulant frown causing your lips to jut out at his mocking tone. "For me? You gonna be a-all mine from now on? Let me be the only one t-to stretch this sweet hole out?"

Ongoing cries of "yes" mixes and slurs with "yours" but it's enough for him, especially when you manage to moan out with a promise that you're definitely his slutty whore and will only be his forever.

That pleases him, an elated grumble rumbling in his chest. "Gonna fill 'er up real good and you'll swallow me whole baby. Feel me for days, drippin' outta — ah, shit!" 

His voice cracks, the hands assisting your movements haul your hips up and then down, anchoring them firmly against his pelvis. You peer over your shoulder at him in utter dismay at suddenly being empty. His missed cock trembling without your warmth, flopping hot and hard against your stomach. Granting a helpful outside visual of how deep it can drill up into your cunt. But that's kind of useless when you already experienced it first-hand, so all you can do is send Chan a weepy glare.

"S-sorry babe, we just, I should probably… " His eyes dart to the unopened drawer of his nightstand. "Gonna throw a condom on."

You let out a scoff of disbelief and discontent, surly brat behavior poking through. "Doesn't matter, wanna feel you fill me up. 'N then squirt it all out, won't matter anyways."

"That's not how it works."

Chan's grateful the usual post-nut clarity somehow hit before. It's still awful timing and might have been a complete mood killer but you're both so worked up — you in particular — it doesn't seem to matter. Even as he nudges you off while reaching for a package, you back up and try to grind against his cock to change his mind. But you reluctantly give up, especially when he ends up reacting with a harsher hiss more from rolling the latex down the sensitive length than your plump ass rubbing it. 

You're honestly a little offended. 

He hushes and tries to soothe you. Fumbling with the slick mess around your gaping hole and dipping inside occasionally with one hand as he works on the condom. But you know for a fact you've been ruined because you barely feel a thing after your cunt's been stretched out for and filled specifically with his huge cock. 

Now you just wish he'd ultimately finish the job of ruining you. Oh, and maybe continue some more after. And a lot. 

You grimace because you're able to think too much. And then Chan's finally all ready to go and your cheek is suddenly pressed into the rumpled sheets, nipples brushing deliciously against them. You're pushed onto your forearms and he helps widen your knees at a spread angle so your pussy is fully presentable and gapingly accessible. 

"Good thing I'm flexible." 

"Yeah," Chan licks his lips, "just as I'd expect from my sweet slut." 

"You gonna fill this slut up then, Channie or — " 

You're cute off by the squeal at his cock ramming back inside of where it belongs. Meanwhile, he chuckles darkly, running a hand through sweaty bangs as he tries to distribute weight solidly with how he's risen to his knees. Finding little support from the mattress to support the onslaught of powerful thrusts in and out of your pussy and discovers a better method with a tight hold of your hips where his hands instinctively fall. 

"Best way to shut a whore up is to fuck them." He clicks his tongue in disapproval because you're nuzzling face-first into the bed, muffling the sounds that drive him crazy. "Doesn't mean I don't wanna hear you moan f'me, baby."

What he doesn't know is you're trying to find something to bite into that won't end up being your poor tongue. 

To manhandle you as he sees fit, Chan's fingers slip down to splay around where your vocal cords lie. Thumb digging beneath your jawline into the soft fleshy skin of your neck. Teasing you with a not-quite-there chokehold that causes you to pulsate around the cock sliding in and out with little resistance thanks to the help of the slick that pools endlessly out of your core. 

Then he's turning your head to the side to watch your eyelids flutter rapidly. Noticing how your jaw is clenched, teeth practically gnashing at each push into you that now relentlessly strokes that bundle of nerves. Taking pity, he lends a finger. Prying open your mouth and not caring when you bite down on it with a ferocity that could break skin — that's what he offered it for anyways — though it will definitely leave behind bruising indents that'll take days to heal. 

But he wouldn't care if you ended up breaking his bones too. With the way he's driving his dick over and over into you like a madman, he possibly could break something by that alone. The new position benefits the both of you greatly, granting him a better angle to reach deep and you find comfort in the way his body lays against yours. Pressing you down further into the bed, the weight comforting.

Even through the latex, he can feel the little bump of nerves his tip brushes against that's just rough enough to make him shiver. He purposefully aims his pelvis to be able to hit it each time. The lone arm at your hip wraps around your abdomen and he moans at how he can feel the bulge of skin pressed against his forearm from the size of the monster dick within you. 

It drives him feral, punctuating each sharp thrust with a praising hiss of, "Best. fuckin'. pussy. ever!"

And then it's happening. You can literally see the tightly-wound knot unraveling. Can feel as it loosens while your cunt suctions around his cock in a hard, vice-like grip. You cling around him, refusing to let him leave your warmth for a second. Not even daring to let him slide even a bit out. Though he wouldn't even think of it. As the mental ties come undone in your brain, so does your body — plummeting over and free-falling off the cliff of pleasure.

White flashes across your vision as your body writhes and shakes beneath Chan. Overcome by how fucking amazing it feels to be so full with the devastatingly huge dick of the person you care about the most tearing apart your insides. You're sobbing, tears drenching your face and where it lays. 

Chan's praising you through it all, complimenting how good you are for him, how perfect everything about you is, and how only you — his bestest, sluttiest, sweetest friend — could take him so well.

"Fuckin' knew you would be the one," he confesses and presses a kiss against your neck. It's so tender, full of love and gentleness despite how his hips cruelly still haven't let up, and it makes you wail even louder. "Ever since you smiled at me. Now, c'mon sweetheart 'n give it all to me. Show's only just gettin' started."

He's guiding you through the most intense orgasm you've ever had as it spirals from a crashing wave into a soon-to-be gushing waterfall. Yes, you've squirted before. But never with such a delightful buildup like this. And he knows you can take it, knows it's what you want as he coaches himself to hold off from his own finale. You let out a hearty moan, shaking at the overstimulation and feeling him twitch repeatedly inside. Almost as if his dick itself is begging for your release so it can do the same.

Your body listens and obeys, utterly charmed by your best friend's cock. Not like that would change the impending fate bound to happen anyway. Your cunt expels him out with a spray that splashes against his abs and drips down his thighs. Chan swears and grabs his length that bobs in the air upon being freed, fingers holding the condom tightly at the base like a makeshift cock ring. 

Furiously jerking off just a little bit to reach completion and then he's emptying what feels like a life's worth into the poor condom that can barely contain it. Unlike your pussy that would take it all if given the chance. It inflates, ballooning out and filling up with so much cum it's threatening to pop. As if it wasn't working overtime, straining around the sheer size of his cock.

It's so full and heavy, gravity weighing it down to flop against your folds that squirt out a tiny bit more upon contact that has your legs seizing. Your lower body — now growing numb — was somehow still sustained by Chan's insane one-arm strength until he flops onto you. Bringing you both down onto the wet mess on the bed.

"Get off, you're heavy," you grouch though a dumb smile lights up your blissed-out face.

He laughs breathlessly and rolls onto his side, bringing you into his arms and looking at you with stars in his eyes. You nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his comforting scent you never want to be without now that you've been fully encompassed by it in such an intimate manner. So you wait, feeling the way your hearts both beat rapidly and he takes a deep breath. Chest expanding as his lungs fill with much-needed air after so much exertion. 

Anticipation brims from the crown of your head to the tip of your toes when Chan finally asks, "Hey, do you still think size doesn't matter?"

You blink. Once. Twice. Thrice. Definitely not the question you were expecting.

There's a lively spark still dancing in his tired eyes and you match it with a playful smile. "I'm not really sure, I think you'll have to prove it to me a few more times."

"Suppose there's still a lot of condoms we can't let go to waste."

"Aw, you don't want me to make you some balloon animals?"

"That offer is tempting but…" Sneaky hands tickle the swell below your breasts and you giggle, half-heartedly batting him away. "Not as much as you are."

"And you know… there's still a lot of chances to confirm some things while we test out whose theory is right."

"Confirm what, my dear? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I've already staked my claim on what's mine." It's embarrassing how easily Chan can read you, a know-it-all smirk on his face as he cups your warm cheek oh-so-lovingly. "My slutty bestie's the only one who can take my cock like a champ, there's no way I'm letting you go now."

It's even more embarrassing that your heart and sore hole flutter at crude words that totally shouldn't make you feel like a silly fool in love. But because you are, it only makes you fall harder.

"So, you're mine now too?"

"If that's okay with you."

And of course, it's okay with you, you verbally affirm. Feeling his smile against your own when he leans in to kiss you. You'll confirm later that size really doesn't matter.  After all, you just happen to be lucky that your bestie-now-turned-boyfriend has a huge cock to complement the equally huge amount of love he has stored for you in his heart.

onlyseokmins: June 2023 ©

[chiipay]

Scary dog privilege 👀

Sae, Rin, Nagi, or Reo 👀👀👀👀👀🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Oh sure like the trend? I could try. Ty for the request. I really appreciated it.

Flower shop with Itoshi Sae.

You and Sae are just wandering around Shibuya until you spotted a small, decent flower shop. You who got nothing to spend money on decided to spend your money there by buying a flower for Sae. Too bad Sae thinks that's a stupid idea but he still nodded.

You told him to stay outside the shop so you can shop happily without him complaining about every single thing. He got a bit grumpy over it but still agrees with you.

This is how the problem started. You were just finding a flower that matches the colour of Sae's hair then a staff member showed up. He was nice and kind that you took his recommendation of flowers as you happily pay for it.

All that happy commotion ended when you felt a hand latch on your head. You turned around finding Sae with his usual stoic face as he narrowed his eyes towards the cashier.

"... let's go home now. Have you paid yet?"

" already did. He's just preparing for it- eh?"

You turned around to face the cashier just to find him vanishing from the spot. Leaving your flower on the table. You ended up leaving with a bit of sympathy for the staff and decided to nudge Sae about it.

" Sae, stop staring at people like that."

" what?"

" your face."

" not my problem."

Killer face with Itoshi Rin.

Rin is almost the same as Sae except he's more willing to show how disgusted he was at something.

It's the middle of the night and you are still wide awake so you bring (dragged) Rin with you to the convenience store. It wasn't really far but it's night so gotta bring someone.

Walking with Rin while you both held hands in his pocket. It's pretty cold outside.

" Rin."

"what."

" we're here. Let me go."

" No."

"...okay."

Lmao he's probably the type to hold your hands everywhere you guys go and use the excuse to PrOtEcT YoU-. Omg it's so cringe for you to hear but you still just let it slide.

While picking up some snacks in the convenience store you want to pick up some ice cream for both of you unfortunately your other hand was with him so you told him to let go and he did. :)

Eventually some guy at the convenience store at the moment came up to you and kinda bother you... Well you didn't really hear him because it's freezing and your mind is somewhere else.

Rin to the rescue came to the scene and just looked at the guy disgustingly as if he met a trash bag and shot him some glare until he was far away from you.

"let's get out of here. Hurry up you, lukewarm."

" just a minute...which one do you like better? Chocolate Ice cream or strawberry?"

"i don't care just- hurry up or i might punch someone here."

" okay okay."

Lazy night with Nagi seishiro.

" seii-...come onnn the train in coming.. You're gonna miss it."

"mhmm..."

You and nagi were at the train station going home after spending time with the other blue lock players. It was late midnight. Nagi offers to stay at his place tonight and you agree.

As the train arrives, both you and Nagi go in. Inside wasn't really crowded probably because people already went home. There are only a few seats available and you just sat in the middle while Nagi sat beside you. No. Probably squeeze to be next to you.

The ride was silent and nagi had already fallen asleep on your shoulder. You just enjoy the calming night UNTIL- the passenger next to you starts to unconsciously place his hand on your thigh.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK- WHY DIDN'T I WEAR PANTS TODAY- your whole body stopped. Your mind went somewhere else and your breath started to rag. The other passengers already fell asleep soundly so no one could help you in this situation. You started to pray that the train would just arrive sooner and you could get out of this fucked up situation.

Closing your eyes hoping that everything would go away-

"..let go."

You opened your eyes as it landed on nagi who is now full awake as he slapped the passenger hand away from you.

" ... fucking pervert..what a hassle.."

Nagi narrowed his eyes towards the passenger then just pulled your body closer to his.

Soon enough your destination arrives and Nagi just quickly dragged you out with him while pointing the middle finger towards the passenger before the train door closed fully

"...sorry.."

".. don't be. Wanna go to the police station while stopping?"

"...if it's not too much of a hassle.."

"... it's not."

".. right- let's go, seishiro."

Reminder: just because japan is known for being a very safe country it doesn't mean that safe 🤷‍♀️ lots of pervert during train sometimes during the night. Be safe y'all ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

[cuckoobutinmoderation]

Just like Animals

It's my first time posting. Sorry for any mistakes. (In case someone actually reads this)

MINORS BEGONE. DO NOT INTERACT.

Summary: The bed breaks while y'all bang like rabbits lmao

Warnings: None, I think. Let me know in case you think otherwise.

The creaking sound loudened as he thrusted into you at an impossible speed. The poor bed sounded like it was screaming with you. Each animalistic stroke of his cock in your tight little cunt drove you closer to insanity. The bed was going to break any moment now, you were sure of it. But you couldn't care. Not when he was fucking you so hard that you could feel each jolt of pleasure like an electric shock coursing throughout your body. And so, the bed falling remained a hazy thought floating into the back of your mind where it belonged. He was groaning into your ear like an animal feasting on its prey. You were close. So, so close. You could taste it. You could feel it deep in your stomach. Every second, every thrust, you screamed and cried. Writhing under his weight with no relief. No matter how much you shook your head or dug your nails into his back, there was just no relief. You just didn't want him to stop pounding you. No, no, no, you could even entertain that thought. And it must have been the same for him. Because he was shouting at this point. Gripping you so hard that it hurt. It was all too much. Between the sound of the skin slapping against skin, his groans and the bed creaking, you were helpless. You couldn't take it anymore.

With a silent plea followed by a choked yell, you came. Waves and waves of pleasure washed over you. The wrenching, numbing sensation started between your legs and spread everywhere until it consumed all of you. Your mind in a bliss. You were too lost. So much that you didn't hear the bed detach from the headboard. Nor did you feel it fall until it crashed against the floor while your orgasm crashed against you. You almost had one practical moment of shock but there was no time, no. it all felt like a dream. The soft mattress underneath you sprung up softly and absorbed all the shock. It threw you upwards gently and sank you back in like you were laying upon fluffy clouds. You felt as if you really were. It was heaven. Your legs were shaking and locking and unlocking around him as if they had a mind of their own and he was still riding you through the orgasm.

You felt sensative. Oversimulated beyond your capacity. You weakly pressed a hand against his chest but you had no energy. He didn't stop. He kept fucking you. Thrusting over and over and over until you were filled up to the brim with his load. Rope after rope, it shot into you. It oozed out of you and spilled all over the sheets, painting your walls white. He let out a loud groan and collapsed into you with all his weight. Loudly beating hearts, breathless pants and gasps for air was all you could hear until the outside sounds began to register. Slowly the voice down the floor of your apartment grew louder and clearer. It sounded like your downstair neighbours weren't too happy.

"Are you people or animals? Keep it the hell down!" the middle aged woman cried at the top of her lungs, "No shame at all!"

You couldn't help as you giggled into his chest.

[taffybear]

i noticed you're a fellow Leo stan, what are your hcs regarding... mating season???

oooo i love this question!!! i have...... ideas.....

obviously 18+ so if you don't like that don't read ahead!

I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS TO BE SO LONG LMAO I JUST STARTED WRITING AND COULDNT STOP

Leonardo mating season headcanons~

baby fever to the extreme. literally if he even lets his mind wonder while in this state he'll just revert to thinking about babies. it's honestly odd to see him like this, but it also makes a lot of sense that he fantasizes about being a father. i mean, he was built for it. and so mating season also doubles as a bit of a depressing time for him as he considers that he can't actually give you a baby (YALL I AM SORRY BUT ITS BIOLOGICALLY IMPOSSIBLE FOR THE TURTS TO GET ANY HUMAN PREGNANT IDC WHAT YALL SAY but at least it adds angst :3)

his sensitivity levels also go through the roof at this time. he becomes even less tolerable of his brothers, especially Raphael, so consequently he comes over even more often to fuck the anger out of himself, by fucking you, how sweet. but also more than ever he needs to have someone just listen to him. usually he's the listener in your relationship, in most of his relationships really, but now he just needs to say whatever is on his mind and complain about whatever is bothering him without judgement.

the first couple of days into mating season is always a surprise to him, and he won't tell you immediately. he'll avoid the topic for as long as possible, actually. even if that means avoiding and ignoring you (although it won't last long). and you won't notice it at first either, he really only does tiny things like putting off replying to your texts, or making excuses why you shouldn't come over or invite him to your place.

but when he finally fesses up, it's only when he just can't restrain himself anymore and only talking/fucking you can fix him. it's all very embarrassing for him at first, to confess this (what he considers) dirty dark secret of his. and then to admit he needs your help to relieve himself of this burden, it makes him nauseous to imagine at first. he hates not being able to control himself through this period, to have to come crawling to you for relief, for him to feel so vulnerable. but once you assure him you are nothing but happy to help, and mating season obviously doesn't make you love him any less, he calms down a bit.

he needs lots of verbal and physical reassurance during the season. now more than ever he's desperate for your touch, sexual or not. he needs hugs and gentle kisses everywhere, he also loves resting his head in your lap as you read to him. he really just needs peace at this time.

there's lots of self contempt during his mating season too. he turns into a bit of a sex obsessed beast, every other thought of his being about how bad he wants to be inside of you, how bad he wants you full with his seed. he disgusts himself by feeling so desperate and in ache. i CANNOT stress how much you need to praise and comfort him now, most likely he won't outright tell you how he feels but just prepare to have open arms when this time of year comes around.

before mating season Leonardo wouldn't even consider having sex without foreplay first, but now he can't even muster through it. he tries his hardest to put you before himself, to thoroughly get you in the mood, but the throbbing something something just really can't wait.

on the upside y'all never need lube! he's dripping with precum by the time your panties come off.

he is constantly blushing. no matter how long y'all have been together, he still feels really self conscious during the season. with the loss of his hard-earned self control and restraint he feels like everything he does is involuntary, the result of him simply not feeling like himself. but it's adorable when you just softly graze his hardness and he lets out a soft moan before slapping his hand over his mouth.

because he doesn't feel like himself and isn't confident in how much control he has over himself, he's very frightened to actually have sex with you. he's horrified something will come over him as soon as he sees you spread out for him, so exposed for him... he's scared to hurt you, reasonably so. it was already tough the first few times you were together intimately with his size and strength, but at least then he had full control over his movements and thrusts. now he has more to worry about, but mostly how you might see him afterward. what if you see this possessive animalistic side of him and decide it's all too much for you? he turns a small realistic concern into a nonsensical slippery slope that only you can convince him is just him being paranoid. you know he could never hurt you, no matter what, so you just have to soothe and reassure him. obviously, he's the sub a lot of nights.

when he does dominate--after you do lots of coaxing and persuading that he shouldn't worry and you want this as bad as he does--he's very considerate of you the whole time you're in bed. very slow and thoughtful thrusts, more than usual at least, and he doesn't let himself go very deep at first. simply concerned with staying in control and not letting his mind wander, not letting out a peep as he tries to keep his breathing even. but when you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down and into a deep passionate kiss, willing him to go deeper and letting him actually enjoy this moment, he will loosen up and eventually allow himself to be in the moment with you. some nights are passionately slow and under constraint, while others are rougher when he's more desperate for relief and fed up with longing so bad for you.

he cums much faster during mating season, but on the plus side he's ready to go another round in under a minute. he could go 4-5 rounds most nights but you both usually call it a night when you're sore and visibly exhausted, but satisfied enough for the both of you.

he's very specific about wanting all his seed to end up in your cunt instead of anywhere else. at the end of the night you're FULL of his love. he'll use his finger to plug you up while you cuddle, or while he covers your belly in wet kisses.

the aftercare is top tier obviously, just like always. he makes sure you're comfortable and tended to before he lets himself rest in the bed to sleep. after sex, the second he manages to get out of your grasp he runs to the kitchen to get you water.

when Leo comes over to your place (which he does for most of the season) he's very clingy. he hates being in a seperate room than you, or not touching you while you're sitting on the couch or just casually laying in bed. you also absolutely deliver on blow jobs and hand jobs throughout the day. sometimes just a glance at how he reacts to you bending over to pick up something, or how he lingers at your neck to smell your hair, you know what needs to happen next. lots of quickies--gentle palming through his clothes while he washes the dishes, sliding your warm hand down his boxers while you're both sprawled out on the couch watching TV, quietly joining him while he's in the shower and greeting him with an open mouth. all in moderation to prepare you both for what the night has in store.

Leo is SO EMBARRASSED after mating season ends, when he thinks back to all the downbad things he said or the desperate things he did, he just can't think about it for too long or he won't stop cringing. he's one of those people who can't relate or imagine something until he actually experiences it in the moment, so before every mating season he tells himself that this is gonna be the one he finally keeps control of himself and successfully stifles the hormones (yeah ok sure chief).

[fiapartridge]

REQUEST tbh idk how ur request work but I have an idea

Going to one of Luke’s games but it’s Toronto vs NJ and wearing a maple lefes jersey

And luke sees her and is banging on the glass to get ur attention and is like “off now”

Idk this idea popped in my head lmao

R U Mine? | luke hughes

"all i ever wanna say is, 'are you mine?'"

luke hughes x reader

summary: you wear a toronto maple leafs jersey to luke’s game and he can't help but wish you were wearing his...

warning(s): cursing

hiii @bibella8swan <3 hope u like mitch marner, if not, just imagine someone else LMAO + i really need to make a navigation with like a proper request/prompt system, im tryna be a pro tumblr writer gal

You loved Mitch Marner, like loved him. 

Having grown up in Toronto, your family loved hockey just as much as the next family— which was a lot. They watched every single Leafs game, went to every single Leafs signing, and they even had a shrine of Leafs memorabilia in your parents’ home office. To say they liked the Leafs was an understatement (honestly, they would probably tackle you if you said that)— they were obsessed. 

Luke knew you loved the Leafs. I mean, he lived next door to you for a good chunk of his life, how could he not know? It wasn’t like you were sporting all things Leafs whenever you were with him, but Luke paid enough attention to notice your dedicated Mitch Marner Pinterest boards and your number 16 lockscreen. Though you rarely ever said it out loud (honestly, I don’t think you’ve ever told Luke, let alone anyone else, about your love for Mitch), Luke knew— because Luke knew you. He noticed the little things, like the way you always needed to carry around a lint roller in your bag because you just knew there would be unwanted lint wherever you end up going, or the way you laughed at everything, even bad jokes, because you hated silence even more. 

When he moved to Michigan, you were scared that things were going to change between the two of you, but it never did. He was still your best friend, and you were still his. When he found out you were moving to New Jersey for college, he was ecstatic given that he had just gotten drafted to the Devils. 

Getting to spend more time with his best friend? It was the best news he had ever been given. Luke started planning out your guys’ lives in New Jersey the second you told him about your plans. Maybe you guys could share an apartment instead of him sharing one with Jack, and maybe you could go to all of his home games and cheer him on in the stands? 

Luke moved to New Jersey after Michigan’s loss in the Frozen Four, and while it was a bitter moment, knowing that he was finally going to see you made it not so terrible. 

When Luke arrived in New Jersey, it was like nothing had changed. The two of you spent every single day together, and there wasn’t a single moment when you guys weren’t laughing, or making fun of each other while laughing. You even got an apartment with him, just like he had planned. It was perfect. Maybe that was when Luke understood that his love for you was way beyond just friendship. Luke loved you. Quinn said that Luke had fallen in love with you the moment he saw you, but he just wasn’t bright enough to see it— I guess college did teach him a couple of things. 

After a few more months of living together, Jack had finally managed to slap some sense into the both of you after finding out that you were both going on Tinder dates and that none of you were happy. In fact, you two were miserable. Every single time you watched the other person walk out that front door in nice clothes and high expectations, you felt some part of yourself crumble to pieces. 

You hated the thought of someone getting to hold Luke’s hand or cuddle into his side, or even get the chance to kiss him. You had known Luke your entire life and some random girl from some stupid app that he had known for, what? An hour? Got to get closer to him than you? You hated that, and little did you know, Luke hated that, too.

Which brought you to where you were now: at Luke’s game against the Toronto Maple Leafs. 

You slipped into the front row, sitting beside Ryleigh and Brooke, as you got the most perfect view of Luke as he and the rest of the Devils skated onto the ice for warmups before the game. You were engaged in conversation with Brooke when you felt Ryleigh tap your shoulder repeatedly. Whipping your head in her direction, she pointed to the glass and said, “I think someone’s trying to get your attention,” she laughed. 

When you looked toward the glass, you saw Luke banging against the clear pane. You were confused, to say the least. It wasn’t unusual for Luke to give you some sort of attention during warmups, like a simple wave, or a small smile, but for him to be banging on the glass? It had to be important. 

“Off," he nodded his head at you. "Now.”

You furrowed your brows. What was he talking about? You squinted your eyes, signaling that you had no idea as to what he was referring to. 

Luke pinched his jersey, pulling it up and down, and you immediately knew what it was. You were wearing a Marner jersey. What did he think was going to happen? The love of your life was on that ice— of course you were going to wear his jersey! But then again, the love of your life was banging on the glass, getting a million stares from Devils fans and Leafs fans alike, just so he could gain some comfort knowing that you were in that crowd, wearing his jersey. 

You didn’t quite understand that, though. You wondered why it was so important to Luke. I mean, you wore his jersey to every single home game. It was one game against a team you loved. What was the big deal?

You shrugged him off, shooing him to go back to the others when you heard the siren go off, signaling that it was time for the game to start. He shook his head and skated off to the Devils’ bench. 

The first period was… definitely something.

Luke got the puck a lot, but he also missed the puck… a lot. He skated around the ice like a lost puppy, and you bit your nails, wondering if it really was the jersey that was bothering him. It didn’t seem like a big deal to you. You’ve loved Mitch Marner since the concept of crushes even came to you. The Maple Leafs were your team. What was so wrong with that?

During the intermission, you sprang out of your seat and marched over to the direction of the locker rooms. The Rock was like a second home to you. You knew the place like the back of your hand which made it so much easier to get to Luke— because you needed to get to Luke before the second period started. You needed to know why it was taking such a toll on him. 

When you walked towards the hall of the locker rooms, your eyes met Luke’s and he immediately ran over to you, or rather hobbled to you, on his skates. On his way over, his right hand fished for the bottom of his jersey as he pulled it over his head in one clean motion. God, it was the hottest thing you had ever seen. 

“Take this,” he said, still out of breath from the game. 

You shook your head. “That thing is full of sweat, Luke.”

“Then let me grab you a clean one from my stall,” he suggested before turning around.

You scoffed, grabbing his wrist and swiveling him back towards you. “What’s going on?”

He shrugged. “Nothing.”

You rolled your eyes. “The last time you said that, you were pissed off that Jack got the last slice of pizza and the next time you got pizza, you added olives because you knew Jack hated them. It’s not nothing, Luke.”

He looked everywhere but you, because he knew you’d read him like a magazine. He knew that he could never hide a single thing from you, because just as he had paid attention to you, you had paid attention to him. You knew him, and deep down, you knew why the jersey was such a big deal to Luke, but you wanted to hear him say it. 

You wanted Luke to call you his. 

His shoulders relaxed for the first time since intermission started, and his eyes finally met yours. “I know you love Mitch. You always have, and that’s never been a problem, and it never will be, but… I wanted you to pick me.”

You narrowed your brows, stepped closer to the boy you loved so much, and you whispered almost tauntingly, “Why should I pick you?”

He bent down, held the sides of your face, and crinkled his eyes in nothing but cringe. “Are you really gonna make me say it?”

“Gosh, I think Mitch is calling my name,” you frowned. 

He shook his head, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “For some fucking reason, I love you, Y/N, and I want you to wear my jersey, I’m begging you to wear my jersey, because as selfish as this sounds, I need to know that you’re not Marner’s, and you’re not the Leafs’ — you’re mine. I want you… to be mine.”

Your face broke into a bright smile. “Fucking finally,” you laughed, pushing him off of you and towards the locker room. “Give me the damn jersey, Hughes, intermission ends in seven! Also,” you pulled him back. “I love you, too.”

[pieroulette]

HIS LITTLE KITTEN

2022 ・ 16+ ・ 7k ・ oneshot — yandere + shock trope

— requested by anon!

warning: severe bullying, abuse, degradation, controlling and sadistic! jungwon, good boy! jungwon gone bad lmao, mild delusion, cursing, pulling hair, slapping, jungwon having a short temper, non-con kissing, jungwon ruining reader's belongings, public humiliation, cursing, cat & mouse game, um someone's head gonna get cut off - descriptive gore scene?

— I'm not a native speaker so I apologize for any grammar errors (I'm still learning!)

Slap!

A stinging pain engulfed your cheeks as you looked back up to meet those same eyes that hold so much innocence and kindness to it, eyes that made you fell into it's lovely depths and wishing nothing but to see more of it — and that was your first mistake, by now you'd wish you have never taken the first step; a dare within your friend group, a seemingly innocent dare to force yourself to gather a courage to walk straight to your crush; him.

Yang Jungwon.

The first time you've ever laid your eyes on him was on the day of your first day of school. The day where your dad had been promoted into a higher position in his job and so this immense luck landing it's grace on your family had you and your mom jumping in the living room with pure bliss after your dad breaks the news.

You've remembered it all very well; the pure happiness adorning your parent's face, the scent of the city and the mesmerising sight of the tall buildings you've never seen before for you grew up in the countryside your entire life, the day when you tried on your new school uniform — spinning around as you looked at yourself in the mirror, happy and contented, the day when you stepped in to your new high school and instantly made good friends, and the day you laid your eyes on him.

The class president, the smartest and the perfect ideal type of every girl; his feline eyes that somehow holds the enchanting melody of a siren, pulling you deeper into its deepest parts inside the ocean. His lush black hair flowing along the gentle breeze under the sunny blue sky while his face constantly switches to numerous kinds of expressions.

Confused, curious, shock, amazement, disbelief and many more you've grown to memorise as you watched him from the distance.

He was ethereal and a piece of canvas that you couldn't dare to lay your hands onto.

It continued on for many weeks till your friends caught on with your hidden but obvious feelings for the class president, and a not so bright but daring idea popped in their head.

You, to say the least, were very taken aback by the game your friends suggested.

Of course, you refused, shaking your head in complete refusal not wanting to embarrassed yourself and possibly stamping your entire life with such a bold and shameless name.

But your friends advice strikes your heart even deeper with the logic in your head, "Your class president won't always be there, better take the chance while it's still free and flying~"

And so, you did it as you proceeded with the dare.

You don't know how you got this sudden outburst of courage but yet, you still did it.

You remember how his feline-like eyes grows into cute boba ones as he takes in your confession. Abashed you were as you voiced out the dare you had with your friends; a small peck on his cheek would suffice the deal as your cheeks heated up with each words escaping from your mouth while your friends' giggles annihilates you like an arrow.

What he said next surprises you, "Sure, a small peck won't hurt anyways."

You were sure your eyeballs were about to pop out when you heard those words but nevertheless you regained your composure, biting your lips every now and often as you lifted yourself up in tiny tip toes to his height.

Taking a quick, chaste peck on his soft cheek. You muttered a thousand thank you while you bowed down for nth time, striding off to your friend with their joyous responses.

How foolish you were as you blushed in a complete mess, taking a one last quick look at him and you swore you almost choked on your saliva when his feline-like eyes were fixated on you and a tiny grin adorning his lips while his friends playfully pushed him.

Ah, was that it?! Have you somehow had pulled the strings within his heart?

Love, love, love — sweet kind of love that everyone dies for! What could anyone else want if not that kind of love?

You thought, that was it. When your eyes were met that soft pink letter laying inside your locker. The owner had his name written below the sweet paragraph, a sweet confession, a sweet epiphany.

— Yang Jungwon.

Your heart exploded in utter happiness, trying to suppress your wide grin with your clenched fists up to your lips.

But why?

What is this? Where's the love story you were hoping to experience in? The rainbows, the soft clouds, the pastel colours surrounding it — where was it?

The stinging burn on your face says otherwise and that same spine-chilling voice you once so much adore echoes inside the empty classroom.

"Have you always been such a slut behind my back? Even before you had met me?"

Why did your angel-like crush turn out to be such a horrible and an incarnate of devil himself?

You couldn't processed everything so quick as in a split second; you were pulled into those warm chests in a harsh approach, actually. Jungwon throws daggers into you as his wrath filled eyes softened and at once he crashed his lips into you for what seems like a hundredth time.

The kiss, his kiss, his lips that you ever so often gazed at and wonder how does it taste like?

Was it soft? Was it caring? Was it love?

Was it capable to even bring you a larger bliss within your heartstrings? To pull and tighten, to push and hold and to strengthen the love you had for this very boy?

Apparently, no.

It hurts you instead — like a handmade scarf that has been meticulously sewed with love all these time, only to be mercilessly torn apart by this thorned love.

The very first time he did that was back then when you came back from home together with your childhood best friend who came to visit you from the countryside, a short visit that is; and a boy that to be exact, and when Jungwon approaches you from the distance with a pair of yogurt in his hands — it was your foolish dumb mistake to miss that sour expression on his face.

You failed to realise that he didn't like it. He didn't like it even for a bit. In fact, it made him bitter. It ruin his supposedly good day. The pair of yogurt in his hands had been crushed into pieces, its contents staining his hands.

It was crystal clear that you two liked each other but due to personal reasons such as you didn't want to be in a relationship first considering you had a strict parents. Talk about your questionable approach that day. .

He respected that even more so with a gentle smile adorning his face and his feline-like eyes raising up in the slightest smiles.

He was so attentive and sweet to you, often listening to your wishes and never complaining. Love was written all over his pretty face as he watches you read a book out loud with the utmost affection, helping you with your homework as a wide big smile never leaving his cherry pink lips.

However that day . . .

That day was the first time you knew what he was capable of; he was pissed. Pushing you into your room harshly with an immense rage written all over his being, it was like he was controlling himself from releasing it on you and so he took it out on your belongings. Ripping your notebooks in pieces, your precious belongings into a dumb broken useless stuff as soon as he was done.

You were weeping, desperately begging for him to stop and when he did — you were taken aback, fear for the first time engulfed your being when he approached you with small steps.

"Fucking slut. That bastard, what was so good in him that you had to let him walk you home rather than me?!"

"You could've ask me. You could've called me. That piece of shit you had in your pocket, you got my number right so why? Why, why, why?"

"Answer me!"

This boy right in front of you and that boy you've often watched from afar was a complete different persona from each other.

And this wasn't the one you had fallen in love with.

"Fuck, kitten. You've become so brave, aren't you?"

From then on, your spring life bathed in soft pink and cherry blossoms has been replaced with a darker shade of petals — roses with thorns, sharp edges that mercilessly graced your once untainted skin with its claws and teeths.

A harsh pull on your hair made you stumble backwards in a swift speed, your butt hitting the floor with a loud thud, making you gasp and looking up to see that same boy you once adore but very much harboured a deep hatred now.

Jungwon's feline eyes hold the same emotion as he had that fateful day, annoyance and bitterness.

"Ah!" you gritted your teeth when his claws aggresively pulled a fistful of your hair to his nose — sniffing it like a mad dog.

"Your hair. . Did you got a new hair shampoo today?" His eyes softened for a bit and you hastily nodded not wanting to anger him further in this once again empty classroom in which most of the students had gone for the lunch break or to their respective clubs. "Why didn't you tell me? I could've bought a new one for you, you know? Shouldn't have troubled yourself to buy cheap ones. ."

His harsh grip on your hair loosens and instead turns into a caring pat, "They don't suit you."

In this very situation, Jungwon doesn't like it the slightest if you don't answer him because he demands you to agree with every single thing he says, obey him and submit yourself to him.

"I-I. .—"

"Oh c'mon, I haven't did anything yet and you're stuttering like a dumb bitch? Fuck, kitten. . Stop being so adorable will you?" Jungwon giggled as he brushed your hair in a caring gesture.

Those giggles that were once a sweet-like melody to your ears now only served as a horror bell ripping your ears apart.

"—But it's not so adorable walking around with someone behind my back. I thought you've learned your lesson?"

Silence.

The dark, eerie atmosphere and the unnerving silence engulfing the entire room had your body ran with goosebumps as the feline boy sighed, fixing his posture and dragging one of the desks to his side.

"Kitten," Jungwon brushed your hair with his fingers, patting your head ever so loving as he helped you get up on your feet — his other hand wrapped itself around your waist.

Helping himself sat on the desk, he pulled you between his legs, further closing the distance between you both as his arms grabbed you in either your side while you couldn't bear to look at him with those menacing and alluring eyes as always.

"You're fucking lucky I'm in a good mood today, or else I would've snap your ear in half considering I saw you with a particular student in the corridor."

Panic arises within your heart, spiraling into your pupils as your eyes widen. "N-no! Jungwon, it's not like what you t-thought! Ah!—"

His soft strokes on your hair suddenly digs its claws in your skin, pulling your face a bit close to him in a swift speed.

"Excuses. Haven't I told you to stop giving me dumb excuses if you still want to keep that sweet tongue of yours, kitten?"

You gulped nervously.

"I don't mind taking it since that would mean you won't have to scream everytime we play a game.."

Shaking your head in desperation as you pleaded with your eyes, you can't bear to get tortured by him again.

"Then beg. Show me how sorry you are."

You hesitated but if this is what it takes to escape his wrath then you have to.

On your knees to the floor as you wrapped your arm around his pants, "Jungwon, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't tell you! I just— I just—"

Silence, silence.

"Are you really sorry?"

You nodded in a frantic manner.

Another pure agony of silence ensues but eventually, Jungwon's eyes softens, "Sweet, sweet, kitten. That's exactly what I wanted from you." His hand wrapped itself around your neck making you leaned forward to him.

Once again, his lips devoured yours. The heated moment between the both of you contain so much romance and chemistry as you watched yourself and him in the mirror leaning against the wall.

If only, if only this was all a dream.

You were beyond lucky to have escaped his dangerous little games that day, as it was a rare occurrence for Jungwon to do so.

When he's in a good mood, soft and melodic humming emitting from him and aura brightening with each passing second — this boy was the one you're familiar with.

He was a self composed boy, calm as the water and familiar as the gentle sky — but the truth couldn't be any more uglier when his wrath overtook every inch of him as deep inside him; a sinister darkness spiraled inside the depths of his now rotten heart — which was he said, your very fault.

And when it did happened, all hell breaks loose. You could only pray to the deity above for him to go easy on you.

"Wear this skirt I bought for you, I think it would suit you alot, kitten."

"What's this shit? You could've ask for my help than from others, don't you know how fucking it pissed me off to see you begging around like a dumb slut?"

"(Name)! Look, here's a picture of a cat I took the other day."

"You look so damn adorable with all these scars, darling!"

It's that unpredictable emotions of his that switches on and off that scares you so much. You were lucky he only resorted to slapping you or choking you most of the time, and only then when you were being a brat to him — does the real torture starts;

Jungwon takes a great pleasure in torturing you in every way possible he could think of and everytime it would end with fresh deep scars with blood dripping from it, dark bruises all over your arm. He was sadistic but dramatically romantic at the same time.

Hell, hell it was.

He's the reincarnation of evil itself.

Another hell disguised in a normal day.

You could never escape this hellhole that has this demon lurking inside it, Yang Jungwon.

"Earth to (Name)?" A hand waves in front of your face in a hasty manner and you looked up only to be met with the gentle aura that exudes from this boy.

Sim Jake. The puppy-like boy of this school, with that gentle and polite manners of his that always have been the talk of the town just like Jungwon.

In fact he was among Jungwon friends. Those friends that you often saw around Jungwon during lunch break.

Jake, to say the least, was the one who showed support and cheer for you whenever he passed by. Ever since the day of that bold confession of yours, Jake would randomly appear and strike a short and brief conversation which consists of teasing you and telling bits about Jungwon, something he never fails to do so.

Kinda like your secret wingman.

You've always thought Jungwon was the only one different amongst his friends; kind-hearted and the caring type and that's why it surprises you that Jake was so easy to approach and talk to unlike the typical high school popular groups you often watch from TV shows, expecting them to be very mean and evil.

Evil.

Well, that was before you knew just how Jungwon really was and so you've became extremely wary around his friends, not wanting to form any close nor brief friendship with any of them.

Drowning in your thoughts, you missed Jake's question and his frowning expression were crystal clear that he wasn't letting it pass.

"(Name)!"

"O-oh?" stuttering as the noises of the cafeteria surrounding you brought you back to reality, and back to Jake. Gulping, you pulled your sleeves down to hide the purple bruises on your wrist but your abrupt gesture caught Jake's attention, making his eyes lingered on your covered wrist.

And yet, he just tilted his head — passing it off as a random habits of yours, "So, how's your relationship with Jungwon? Is it all good?"

The way he gleefully say it with that big wide smile splattered on his face made your stomach churned. Was he oblivious to what was happening to you and Jungwon?

"Um. . I guess so?"

"Pfft, that short response is all you got?"

You looked down to your tray of food, "Then what else do you want me to say, Jake?"

"Uhm, anything? Is this only the update you can give to us after that bold dare you did in front of all of us that day? C'mon now, (Name)." Jake whined. "Even Jungwon won't tell us anything about you."

You munched on your food, hoping nothing but for the conversation to end and for Jake to leave at once.

If Jungwon appears and sees you with another guy other than him, it won't end well. But it's not like you could spat out to Jake and tell him to get out of your sight since deep inside you, you still want to talk with him and laugh with him like you used to.

"Didn't it work though? God, have my sacrifices were all a waste, gone to the drain?" Jake pouted, grabbing your arm dramatically which instantly made you flinched in surprise.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

You swore your heart sank due to that abrupt close proximity and because of that, your mind was once again drowning in fear of him. Your head snapped around, looking for any signs of him but there was none and so a sigh of relief escapes your mouth.

"(Name), you're acting like there's a murderer on the loose hunting you down." Seemingly annoyed by your cold response, he just sat down next to you munching on his food — acting like a lost, mad puppy.

The sight made you wanna chuckle but his words made your heart sank for the nth time, he was spot on. If only, he knew what was happening all this time.

If only he knew, would he help you?

You're so fucking tired. You're tired of Jungwon and all the atrocities he put you in through. The comforting vibe this blonde-haired boy sitting next to you made you wanna break down and bawl in tears. You've been keeping it all this time and not even your parents were aware of it.

Jungwon was so good, so good at making you kneel before him and unknowingly letting him manipulate your emotions and it seems like he takes in a great amusement in doing that to you. So to the school, he made it look like you two were lovers but distant just so he can see who would dare to approach you.

Just so he can see who would be bold enough to put themselves right into the mouse trap he created.

And luckily for you, you've managed to avoid some students especially the male students who approached you because you don't want anything to happen to them.

But some were had their life ripped apart from them because of your fault, just like he said.

However, you can't take it anymore. You can't bear to live in this hellhole anymore.

"J-Jake? . ."

Jake scoffed as he munched his food but nonetheless answered, "Hmmm?"

"Can you help me?"

Your heart pounded deep inside your ribs to the point it hurts, you couldn't believe you did it.

You went back to the classroom and bumped into someone's chest, mumbling an apology so quick that you didn't realise it was him.

Your breath getting caught up in your throat, you took a few steps backwards but he immediately grabbed your hand pulling you closer to him in a harsh way.

What is it? Why is he mad again? Did I do something wrong? Please no, let it be not that reason!

Your mind ran a dozen thoughts as his grip on yours grew tighter making you whimper in pain, "J-Jungwon? Agh!"

"Shut up." Jungwon spat out, his face clearly irritated and bitter — you gasped, fear engulfing your body again as you realise those are the same expressions you've seen before. "Why are you talking with Jake, huh?"

"It— it's not what you think it is! W-we were just talking!" You pleaded not wanting to go through the same fate again.

"What could you two be possibly talking about? Do you think I'm fucking dumb to not realise that Jake often met you behind my back?"

"No! We didn't do anything! I swear, Jungwon please get that thoughts off your mind!"

"Fuck, what else do you want me to think? That my girlfriend is going around with my friend behind my back and doing whatever I—"

"You always say the same dumb shit!" You screamed and that made him taken aback. "You're fucking delusional! I've never even agreed to be your girlfriend and so even if we did anything, you don't have the right to control me like this! Why are you doing this to me?!"

Instant regret. Just why the fuck you did it?

Slap!

"Brat."

Slap!

"Seems like I didn't taught you enough, I see."

Slap!

You fell on the floor with a loud thud, cupping your face with both your hand that you were sure had gone deep red due to the repeated, painful slap. Your eyes had endless tears welling up inside it, gritting your teeth in an immense fear and agony.

Bending his height down to your level — his dainty fingers stroke the edges of your face, a complete contrast to what he did a few seconds ago but it didn't last long when he digged his nail deep into your skin, forcing your pathetic eyes to look at his deep ones.

"When was the last time I told you to quit doing that? Are you really trying to test my patience? Trying to see what I am even more capable of doing to you?"

"Is that it?"

You shook your head.

"Is that it?"

Again, you shook your head, tears dripping down your cheeks as your lips were pressed tight.

"IS THAT IT?!" you whimper at his sudden outburst, his veins popping in his neck as his face had bathed in red — again, you shook your head in desperation in hopes to appease his wrath.

"Then, honey?—" his voiced softened in a remarkable pace along with his eyes, "Where did you even get that bratty attitudes of yours? Did someone teach you? Tell me then, I'll give them a lesson in behalf of you."

You shook your head once again, shutting your eyes tight.

"Was it Jake?"

Panic surged inside your veins which instantly had you opened your tear filled eyes. "N-No! It's not him!"

Jungwon tilted his head at your sudden response, "Are you defending him?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You made another horrible mistake.

"Why. Are. You. Defending. That. Bastard?" Jungwon gritted his teeth.

"No! Jungwon! Please!"

Jungwon dragged you to the hallways of the school where all of the students were there, watching you drown in your embarrassment with snickers and giggles escaping their mouth.

No one was helping you here.

"See, everyone. This slut over here is betraying me, do you actually believe it?!"

Loud murmurs and gasps emits from all of them, one of the girls stepped forward with an exaggerated pout, "Then Jungwon-ah? Why can't you just leave this bitch?!"

"Right? She doesn't deserved you!"

"Just leave her! A bitch her like belongs to the street."

"Fuck right."

Your mind was bombarded with all the loud murmurs and insults thrown at you, like a knife stabbing all over your body on repeat — dragging it's tip and ripping your skin open. Your ears felt like it's gonna burst and bleed, you wanted to run, you wanted to escape.

But where?

Where?

Where?!

It felt like an endless eternity for you as you weep silently, weak and helpless as you could do nothing but let Jungwon walked you home, he brought you back to your home with that sickeningly sweet smile splattered on his face as he talked with your parents. Attending to your bruises and softly caressing it with the white towel and a bowl of water on the table.

"It is because I love you that's why I'm doing this." There it was once again, that gentle Jungwon you've always known. Why? Just what kind of bullshit is this? Why was he so kind and so evil at times? It almost makes you cry to your heart again.

"Then please stop doing this to me. ." You cried out, voice so small because inside you, a deep and big fear were lingering.

"What? This is for your own good. Haven't you gone being such a brat, I wouldn't have to go far to that extent." Jungwon raised his eyebrow. "Your bratty attitude fucking pissed me alot, y'know?"

"It's not like I intended to!" You whisper-yelled, a sudden courage burst inside your heart but still wary of your parents downstairs. And you don't know why you're even doing it. "

Jungwon was taken aback by your outburst but stayed silent and so you took it as a chance.

"Jungwon, you're fucking insane! You're insane! This is not normal and I don't know where the fuck your head is but this isn't it! What happened to you? What have happened to you? This isn't you!"

"I'm not m-me?" Jungwon giggled, letting out an amused scoff as he looked down and then back to meet your teary eyes again, "Darling! I think you're the one who's gone insane."

"No! It's not me! It's you! A sane person won't ever do all these bullshit! Yang Jungwon! Just leave me, I fucking beg you!"

Jungwon suddenly grabbed ahold of your jaw in an aggressive manner, forcing you to look at him as he leaned forward — your faces against each other just an inch closer.

"There, there," his other hand tucked in the strands of your hair behind your ear, "You don't know what you're saying so just fucking shut your mouth, love. I know you better than you know yourself."

"Just give it a little time, you'll get used to it. I know you will. Now let me see that pretty smile?" Jungwon's lips tugged up in the brightest smiles, a complete contrast to his lovesick feline eyes.

You were done. You can't bear this anymore, all of these extreme torment and abuse to your mental health. You don't care anymore, you have to run away from this city, away.

Away from him. Whatever it takes, you just have to escape from that boy you once ever so declared to love with your whole heart and gave your whole life to.

Your undying love for Jungwon has ceased to exist, it's painfully gone to ashes.

With the phone in your bruised hand, your being was shivering in fear as you called that one person you only trust right now.

Beep, beep.

Beep, beep.

"Hello? What's up, (Name)?" His voice almost made you bawl in tears due to how safe and comforting it was.

Cupping your mouth to prevent yourself from crying, you spoke up, "J-Jake. . P-please help me."

But why is it?

Just why?

One foot forward, and another.

Here he comes, here he comes.

Didn't you say you wanted to be with Jungwon? That you wanted to be remain by his side and never leave the town? To be the only one who's going to be by his side and show who truly likes him?

To remind you of your very words, the very words that came out from your lips in the very first place.

Here you are inside Jake's house, unsafe you were as you sat on his couch with him sitting on the other side just to make you feel as comfortable as you can.

You appreciated the gesture but really, the damage has been far too done.

"Are you sure you don't want to report this off to the police?"

"Fuck, Jake. Let's just get over it please?" You bit your lip as you frown deeply, unable to look at Jake's eyes. "He's— extremely manipulative a-and it's so fucking tiring to even try to get him back in his senses and whatever we do, he's insane and I just really, really don't want to see him anymore. Please, please. Just please bring me far away from this place, from him."

Jake felt there was nothing to say anymore after hearing your words and so he stood up walking towards you, crouching in front of you as he took your hands and pat it slowly.

"Don't worry, I'll do just that. Wherever you want to go, there we'll stay."

"W-we? What do you—"

"City life fucks my head sometimes too, just want to get a break too but of course I'll get a separate house, haha." Jake's smile widens and it comforted your heart instantly, it almost felt like the situation was never this serious and everything you've experienced before was all just a bad, bad dream; a nightmare you've been forced to live in.

Ring, ring!

"Oh— let me get this call first!" You nodded watching Jake walking over to the other room. And just like that, you took a deep breath sensing a great relief engulfing your body that you were atleast safe right now.

In Jake's house to stay in until everything has settled, there were tight security surrounding his house or mansion considering how wealthy his family is, it's really no wonder at this point. You've kinda felt a bit ashamed to asked for his help but there was really no choice, you've have to take the only opportunity laid in front of you to save yourself . . . From the devil himself.

It has been a few days since you've went to school and even return back to your home. School was one thing but even your so-called home was no longer your safe haven as even Jungwon often break into your room's window and the rest was history.

Everywhere you go, there he was.

A soft chime echoes from the door a few metres away from where you are; the spacious living room. Turning your head to the source of the sound, you pondered for awhile and just a whole good minute — one of the old maid who helped you just now came out, striding too the main door.

Somehow, something was making you uneasy.

Just why Jake's taking so long with the call he got?

Fiddling your fingers and peeling away the skin of the edges of your nails, you sighed dejectedly waiting in patience but just then you heard the maid's voice echoing through the hallway you've just came in through.

A desperate, weak voice that almost reminds you of yours when you were in Jungwon's presence, resembling your voice whenever he was playing his little games that you hated so much, that you grew to fear all this months being with him.

Cat and mouse.

The winner takes the prize.

And the roles was crystal clear, he has always been the cat and you've always been the mouse.

Always had been.

A pair of rubber shoes halted it steps just a few steps away from you — the table being the only object separating you from that person.

"Love, do you think ignoring me is such a good idea? I don't think so."

And speaking of the devil, there he was beside the old lady.

Your heart sank to it's core and your stomach churned as soon as your eyes met with his gaze filled with expressions you couldn't fathom but something you were sure rings the death bell to your life.

You couldn't stand up, your feet were stuck to the ground and your body froze — you wanted nothing but to run but why, why, why. .

Why can't you move? Stand up and run.

It was as if he had cast a spell on you; a poisonous one that pulls you towards him, those same feline eyes that helds a siren-like melody — a melody that sang an approaching bloodbath.

"(Name)—" You didn't even have to look up to see Jake as he too, were shocked to see the feline boy he had been avoiding all this time for your sake. "J-Jungwon? What brings you here? This is rare, y'know? Bro?"

"Why? Am I not allowed to visit?"

"No, of course not! It's just—"

"(Name)?"

Your eyes shoot open when his spine chilling voice called out for you, almost as if your body was acting out of your own will. "H-huh?"

Jungwon reached out his hand with a sweet smile on adorning his lips, "Let's go home. I prepared dinner for you and I'm sure the dishes are getting cold, so let's go?"

Lies. He's fucking lying.

You whimper silently as you pushed yourself back to the couch, "No. ."

Jake immediately went to you, covering you from Jungwon's view. "Just go home, Jungwon. She's not going back with you."

"Hm?"

"You heard me, she's not going home with you so just please—" Jake paused, struggling to find the right words to say, "W-we we'll just talk about this tomorrow, okay?"

Silence.

"Okay?" Jake repeated once again, waiting for Jungwon's response but only a low giggle escaped from his lips.

"Tomorrow? What are you talking about? Do you actually think you still got to live one more day after messing up my fucking plan?"

"J-Jungwon?"

Another scoff, "Honey, why do you keep seducing other bastards? Haven't I done enough for you? Haven't I taught you enough lesson?"

"Just stop it!" You yelled at him as you took a cover behind Jake.

"I hate it when they look at you, so fucking much . . ." Jungwon snapped his head to the old lady beside him and to her utmost fear, everything happens so fast that you and Jake couldn't processed what happen but froze to death.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

"You're all I ever think about, and you fucking dare to run away with someone who wasn't me?!" Jungwon screamed to the top of his lungs as his tight grip on the maid's hair grew tighter, her head breaking open with every fatal blow to the wall — deep red blood dripping from the wall to the furniture.

Run.

As soon as Jungwon was done with the utter mess he created, his head tilted to your direction — his eyes holding nothing but insanity.

"Come here, kitten. Maybe I would go easy on you if you just come over here and beg like I taught you."

Jake shielded you away from the monster's sight as he pushed you backwards, whispering, "Run. Just r-run."

You shook your head as tears formed in your eyes again, gripping Jake's shirt in hopes to pull him with you.

The sight in front of Jungwon made him more bitter, "Fuck, (Name). I don't know if I want to kiss you or kill you. But okay, go ahead and run. I'll catch up to you later. . Just make sure to hide very, very well."

"(Name)! Just go!" Jake pleaded, and your heels spun around taking you away from the both of them.

Why? Why did you even bother to run away from Jungwon in the first place?

You ran far ahead, far away from the monster — you were drowning in immense fear as you hid behind the rooms among the countless of rooms in the vast hallway.

The eerie silence between them was eating Jake alive, his body shivered on its own as he tried to stop it with his other hand.

This boy, this boy wasn't Jungwon.

"J-Just what had happened to you?" Jake cried out.

Jungwon's face remain expressionless but his eyes were holding a thousand words — words that screaming annoyance and bitterness.

"You should've known better. Flirting with what's mine? You must want to die so bad."

It couldn't be more creepier as the lights went off. Darkness engulfed everything leaving the entire mansion into a complete hell and the only thing providing light for you was the moon on the sky, it's bright form hiding behind the grey clouds outside the window.

Your chest rose and fell in hopes of trying to gain your breath back but it was all hopeless as you can't calm yourself down, your lungs only hurting with each passing second and your nails almost breaking as you digged it so deep into your legs.

"Please don't let him find me, please don't let him find me!" you prayed silently over and over again as you bury your face in your legs.

Blood dripping from the boy's arms as he took his time to search for you across the hallway filled with countless of doors on his either side. Sighing, he wiped his face over a thousand times somehow getting more and more irritated with each passing second. "Do you think if you ignore me. I would stop following you?"

Your face had gone pale, blood drained from your face when you heard his small voice from the distance, the walls and doors blocking the danger from you.

Another door got crashed with a loud kick.

"Do you think if you would get some help, I would back down and give up?"

A few, soft tsk emits from him.

"Or have you ever thought, if you hide somewhere, I'd never find you in this world?" Another door were kicked in, delivering a ticking death bell towards your direction as you curled your form even deeper in hopes to protect yourself from him.

"Oh no no no dear kitten!" His exaggerated voice made you whimper, there was no turning back — this was the beginning of his game. This was how he starts his game.

Jungwon claps so loud as he throw his head backwards, a series of giggles emitting from him, "Why? Are you scared?"

He doesn't care, if it's fun he will do it. That's why he was looking for you while his other hand lazily grips the dripping head within his claws. "Kitten~"

BAM!

"Are you here?!" a grim giggle soon follows one after another, your breath hitched in utter fear making you cupped your mouth from producing any more sound.

It was obvious by now that he purely enjoys the thrill of hunting you down like a prey waiting to be devoured.

"Let's see. ." His blood-stained fingers slides continuously through the wooden doors.

Silence.

The sound of the empty air and low chimes below the mansion were heard all over the space.

Your body froze when a rush footsteps stride over to to another door, just beside from where your door are. "You're here then?!"

Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out.

Your chest rose and fell in a countless times making your heart ache as just then—

BAM!

The entire lights surrounding in and out of the mansion flickers open, except the room you were in and the door to the room you were in bursts opened, revealing the boy tilting his head downwards to take a good look on your weak, petite crouching form on the corner of the room.

"Ah, found you. Kitten."

You felt a surge of goosebumps engulfed your entire body and without realising, you were already bawling in tears — your cries of agony filled the entire room.

Pain, pain, pain.

You knew pain was waiting for you.

If you were lucky enough, if he was lenient enough, you'd be away with some few scratches.

But if you weren't, you'd be sure that you wouldn't be walking away from this place with your legs still attached to yours because you remembered what he said when he brought you back home.

"I don't mind cutting your legs off just to keep you by my side."

But that wasn't the only thing that made your breathe caught in your throat, your cries of agony had stopped instantly when something he threw rolled over to your direction.

You watched it but not being able to comprehend what it was due to the darkness of the room and the light behind Jungwon blinding your view.

It rolls, rolls, and rolls until it halts before you.

Utter disgust.

A surge of scream from you emits in the air and your head threw downwards, vomiting everything from your stomach.

"J-Jake?" You bawl in tears, excruciating pain had you stood up in a frantic manner wanting nothing but to stay away from the dripping head on the floor.

What were you feeling?

Sadness? Anger? Pity? Regret? Guilt?

You couldn't fathom what it was as you keep letting out loud cries of agony, shutting your eyes tight but the gory image before you were etched deeply in your mind.

Jungwon wasn't at all pleased but let out a low chuckle anyways, "Ta-da! Like the gift?"

He slowly approaches you in a leisurely way, taking a good look at the pathetic head laying on the floor before giggling and kicking it off like a soccer ball.

The flesh organ hits the wall, furthering the damage on it's bruised face which results in its eyes popping out.

"Why don't you see it? Fuck. Take a good look at the present I made for you." Jungwon grabs ahold of your jaw, pushing your face to the head of the boy who once promised to look after you. "Look. Doesn't he look nice with all that?"

You cried. Cried and cried. You were incredibly tired but you still cried.

It was your fault, wasn't it?

A spine chilling and low giggle emits from him behind your back. "Yes, it's your fault."

"Haven't you tested my patience, nothing sort like this would've happen but you did, brat." He pushed you so hard towards the ground once again.

Helpless and weak, you didn't look up, only weeping in pure agony.

"Remember when you first did the dare back that day?" A soft giggle emits from him. His chest rose and fell as a satisfied grin adorned his face.

"At first, I was wondering why a girl like you would be so damn brave.. I was more than intrigued." A small pocket knife emerges from Jungwon's pockets, already stained with blood. "But when you told me you'd be by my side for the rest of our eternity, something snapped inside me y'know? When you told me that you'd remain with me even if no one else did, don't you realise just how fucking insane that is?"

Jungwon grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up to meet his dark and lovesick gaze.

You whimper in utter fear as he stroked the cold tip of the knife on your lips then slowly sliding it down to your neck. "I'm so madly in love with you, kitten."

"You love me too, right?"

You nodded so fast, tears dripping to your cheek down to your jaw and that sight made Jungwon leaned forward, licking and tasting the tears staining your face.

"Now if you don't kiss me, I'll slit your fucking throat."

📣AUTHOR'S NOTE: bruh writing bout jungwon always made me so invested tf. Again, don't confused fiction w reality, this is only meant to satisfy the readers' imagination. I can't stop myself from adding my dose of my craziness in it 💀 I think I should also control myself from writing long fics for a request lmao. As always, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! They're the ultimate motivation fuel!

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[gurugirl]

lmao i can see ghost harry using yn to attract dumb man to the house

or even fuck her while some visitors are around

Had a few requests for some ghost!harry smut. Hope all you anons who wanted it see this and it's what you're looking for. Here ya go. Based on my Halloween One Shot

🖤🎃HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!🎃🖤

Warning: Smut, ghosts, exhibitionism, implied murder, kind of dark due to content. 1k words

The young couple peeled a few boards away from the window to climb inside the house. Y/n watched on as they searched through the rooms.

“I think we take them. Let’s have some fun first,” Harry held Y/n close to him as he whispered into her ear.

As ghosts, Harry and Y/n could throw their voices anywhere. They often enjoyed scaring people off the premises with the sounds they could make. Sometimes they’d make cliché ghost sounds, other times it would be blood curdling screams, and once in a while they’d fuck and lure people with the sound of illicit pleasure.

Tonight they were in the mood for keeping the souls of the intruders, to feed the house, to feed the starved souls below. Harry started off by pushing Y/n into their bed and eating her cunt. Her soft moans were heard first by the girl, but she couldn’t tell where the sound was coming from.

“What is that? Can you hear that, Frank?” She looked around the room and saw no one but Frank could also hear it. The sounds of wet pussy being slurped and licked. The moans and gasps of a woman enjoying her lovers mouth.

The pair went deeper into the house, where the darkest parts of the hallway were hidden from the light. The sounds of sex increased in volume.

Harry and Y/n just liked to fuck as much as possible in general, but having some living souls around to hear how good it was only fueled their lust. Once they began to fuck, that's when things got very loud. They made sure that the living couple could hear them no matter what room they were in.

"Get in there. Just like that, Harry... Fuck me..." Harry railed Y/n from behind, slapping his hips into her ass hard and fast. They both moaned and grunted, the bed dipping and bouncing. Y/n had one hand on the headboard to keep herself lifted and her other fingers rolled over her clit as Harry reached deep inside of her, his hands at her hips.

You might think ghosts can't have sex once they don't have bodies, but that isn't the case. Ghosts are probably far hornier than even humans are. Fucking is basically something enjoyable to pass the time away, which they have a lot of.

"Barb, I think they're in the room over here. Oh my god I can't believe there's someone else in here!" Frank said and they quietly laughed, thinking they'd caught another couple who'd snuck into the house like them.

The bed frame scratched and jostled and the sound of Y/n's wet pussy being pounded into was turning Frank on a bit. Her moans and the dirty talk pouring out of the room...

"Want it like this?" Harry began railing her harder like she liked and the sound of his balls smacking into her from his force was loud and unmistakable, "Such a fucking slut for me every fucking day, Y/n. Can't get enough of m'cock can you?"

"Oh... never. Need your cock to stuff me full all the time. Feels so good!" Her words were grunted as she was being jostled forward with each hammer of Harry's hips.

"Wow. They are really going at it," Barb said with wide eyes. She was a little jealous. Frank had never fucked her like that. Plus she knew she heard the sound of the guy in the next room giving his lover cunnilingus just before. Frank rarely offered it freely.

"Yes, baby. Take this big cock deep inside your hole. Fucking so tight and hot. Clenching my dick, come on my cock baby. Let me see you cream all over me," Harry's voice sounded tight and lusty. He was about to bust.

"Yes! Oh god!! Please... I'm coming... I'm coming!" Y/n shouted as her orgasm washed over her body in record time. It always happened fast when others were around to hear it. She loved making people jealous.

Harry pounded into her, fucking her through her orgasm as he gasped and groaned. When he finally released he let out a shout and then nutted inside of his mate, pressing his hips to her bum, his cock throbbing and spurting inside of her.

"Shit. Do you think she really had an orgasm? That was fast," Frank noted.

Barb rolled her eyes. She knew the sound of a woman having an orgasm, and that was the sound of a woman who'd just come hard, "I think so. Sounded really good."

Frank looked down at his girlfriend and gave her a look of question, "Is it turning you on?" He whispered as they neared the room to see if they could get a peek.

Barb smiled and noticed the bulge in Frank's pants, "Kind of," she admitted.

When they looked into the room it was difficult to see anything. It was too dark. They weren't sure if they should alert the lovers of their presence or not.

Suddenly Y/n was stood before the pair, naked, still wet with hard nipples, "Enjoy the show?"

The young couple jumped and backed up. Barb shook her head, "Sorry! We didn't know anyone else was here!"

Harry appeared then next to Barb and grinned. Barb couldn't help to look down at the ghosts big, still-hard and slick cock. Her mouth dropped open. Yeah, that definitely gave an orgasm to the girl he was just fucking.

"It's okay. Would you like to join?" Harry's grin was teasing and devious.

With Y/n pulling at Frank and Harry pulling at Barb, they separated the couple and played out their dark fantasies with the humans until they'd had enough of them, with Y/n forcing Frank down on his knees to lick her clean, and Harry fucking Barb's throat and choking her til she passed out.

When they were done with the bodies they gave them to the spirits living in the basement and laughed about how simple it was to trick the living. Humans can be so dumb and so easy.

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[stolenres-if]

Hello dear author and welcome back! 🥹

I'm sorry about the troll and I hope you're doing better now, mentally and emotionally.

I can't remember if this was asked before, but I'll just ask it again if you don't mind? I was just wondering if there's someone (the ROs or non-ROs) that *genuinely* misses the MC? I understand the bitterness, confusion, and maybe suspecion that some of them may have. But if a friend or loved one was killed so tragically and was brought alive again in the oddest of ways, shouldn't one or some or even *all* of them feel protective of the MC? Because I would... or maybe that's just me lmao

I mean, they're back and alive again. Shouldn't they feel at least relief? Or maybe feel relief *after* getting confused and/or angry? 🥺

I hope I'm not coming across as rude, I'm simply curious and already heartbroken for my future MC.

Thank you and glad to be back! Luckily I am. I took some time away to really sit with the story and decide I still wanted to tell it 💗

I think they miss MC in their own ways. It would feel like they should be relieved and happy to see their best friend back but MC missed everything that happened after that night. People died, many people they were close to and in their circle. In their eyes, MC died and a lot changed.

It took a long time to move on. They had state mandated therapy and they had PTSD and had to grieve and it was tough to process. It fundamentally changed them and it took a long time to move on. MC returning is like a slap in the face because now they have to grieve the person that MC used to be and come to terms with this new MC that doesn't know them. They're all new people. MC may be the same person but they're not. It's like getting forced back into a past they finally moved on from.

So they do miss MC every day, but they've accepted that MC wasn't supposed to leave the grave lol they'll feel relief eventually they just need to come to terms with it.

I think the one who'd be most protective would be James. He has some distance to think rationally and is happy to see MC again especially since MC inspired him to pursue the career he has now.

[loveywon]

♡𓂃SLAP ME !

pairing: jeongin x (gn) reader

wc: 1.9k

synopsis: you can't hurt your soulmate physically, so what happens when you accidentally hurt jeongin?

warnings: soulmate au, uni au, friends 2 lovers, cursing, reader gets slapped LMAO, beomgyu, isa, heeseung, and ningning mentioned, not proofread, umm I think that's it

a/n: pulled this outta my ass... n i have an 8am final tmr… SOMEONE PREPARE MY DEATH BED!!!!!

You’ve only met Jeongin recently, you’d say for about two weeks, thanks to mutual friends. He was sweet, and had the most adorable smile you’ve ever seen in your entire life.  You think you’re lucky to have met him, he does not wrong in your eyes.

Though, he’s quite clumsy. He’s spilled pepsi and fanta on your friends multiple times (total times of five - not that you’re keeping count), dropped a whole pizza box, and slipped and tripped in front of everyone in the dining halls. He’s never spilled anything on you, which is quite surprising considering he’s been next to you every time he has spilled something.

He would always turn to you, giving a slight awkward chuckle before helping his friend grab some napkins and wiping them off (which does literally nothing, their clothes are stained for life now). 

As to why he somehow never spills his drink on you? He thinks he knows the answer. 

“Jeongin, you do know that in this world, you can never hurt your soulmate, physically, and they also can not hurt you,” His mother explained to him one night in bed when he was thirteen, just about to graduate middle school. He’s half asleep, but he still listens to what his mom says as she kisses him on the forehead goodnight. 

“Mom! I’m too old for you to tuck me in every night still,” He pouts, though his eyes are closed and his lips soon curve into a slight smile. His mother only laughs softly at his antics before leaving his room. 

Jeongin never considered himself to be a hopeless romantic. He never really paid much mind to love. Of course he found people pretty, but he’s never thought about dating, or actually finding his real soulmate. He doesn’t think it’s weird, but his friends always make comments and ask him if he’s lonely and if they want their help to find his soulmate. 

He’s patient, and he’ll wait for his soulmate to find him.

“Y/n, this is my friend, Jeongin,” Heeseung gestures towards a boy with wavy, soft brown hair. You look meticulously at him, and Jeongin thought he had an eye booger or something that caused you to look at him so weirdly. He panics, reaching for his face to find whatever you’re judging him for. That’s when you crack a toothy smile, grinning at him.

“Hi! Nice to meet you. Heeseung told me you’re a bioengineering major. I’m a neuroscience major.” You greet excitedly, and the difference between how you stared at him and the way you spoke almost gave him whiplash.

You’re happy that Heeseung introduced you to Jeongin. You know about the soulmate thing, it’s all your friends have bugged you about. They’ve all found their soulmate in freshman year of college or some time during high school, yet you’re still lagging behind.

But still, you doubt that Jeongin could actually be your soulmate. It seemed too good to be true, really. He was cute, had personality like a saint, funny, and had sharp features that always made you stare for longer than you should be, and you think there’s no way he hasn’t found his soulmate yet. 

It’s as if it’s unspoken between the two of you. You don’t bring up soulmates, and neither does he. Whenever you two hang out in a group, it always gets brought up but both you and Jeongin stay quiet until the subject is changed, just smiling and nodding along. 

It’s not like it was bothering, of course not! It was just that, you knew you wanted Jeongin to be your soulmate. You liked him! Maybe a little too much, and now you’re afraid to act upon anything because the romanticized idea of Jeongin that you curated in your head leads you to believe that he definitely has a significant other. 

A little part of you still likes to be a little delusional as you don’t even bother to wait for a bit to answer his texts. You always answer immediately, despite knowing (assuming) that he has another soulmate waiting for him.

You and a group of friends, including Jeongin, are out bowling because Jeongin suggested it, and even though he did get bullied in the groupchat for even suggesting such a lame sport, you all met up at the bowling alley. 

The ever so competitive Jeongin that he is, he decides to start a competition. “Heeseung, you think you can score more points than me?” He wiggled his brows tauntingly, and of course, Heeseung would never back down from a challenge proposed by his best friend. 

“Me, Gyu, and Isa will be on one team, and you, Y/n, and Ningning will be on the other team, okay?” Heeseung proposed to Jeongin, as he simply agreed. As if you and your other friends weren’t sitting there, unable to choose what team you wanted to be on.

“What the hell? I wanna be on Hee’s team,” you frown, obviously joking as you cross your arms over your chest. Jeongin fakes offense, palm pressed against his heart, “What?? What’s wrong with being on my team?? We can win, Y/n, I believe in you and Ningning!” He cheered encouragingly, giving you and Ningning a thumbs up and a wide dimpled smile.You roll your eyes, looking away from him to hide the smile that’s fighting to appear on your face. 

If only you knew how bowling works.

When it’s your turn, you hesitatingly get up from your seat and walk to grab a bowling bowl. You stand awkwardly in front of your lane, and despite seeing everyone else go before you, you haven’t caught on a single thing on what to do. 

Jeongin senses your hesitation (more like he was getting impatient because he desperately wanted to win against Heeseung) and gets up from his seat to assist you. He walks up behind you, and you’re too confused to even hear him get up from his seat, so when his hand lands on your shoulder, you drop the heavy, 14 pound bowling ball (you didn’t check the weight beforehand) onto Jeongin’s foot.

Obviously, his first reaction is to be dramatic and yell an “OW!”, but he realizes there is no actual pain running through his body. You’re too busy panicking, because holy shit, that probably hurts like balls (haha)! You’re onto your knees in an instant, trying to help ease the pain but you don’t know what to do because his shoe is in the way to check for any injuries. 

“Are you okay? Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, really!” You say repeatedly, looking up at him from your position. He panics seeing you down on your knees for him and he instantly holds your shoulders up to make you stand up. 

His throat is dry, and he doesn’t really know what to say. Did he really feel no pain? He just had to test it again.

He grabs the bowling bowl that’s left forgotten on the ground after your panic, and he hands it to you. “Can you drop it on my foot again?” He asks you, and your eyes bulge out of your head. 

“What?! Are you a masochist or something? No!” You refuse, you’re confused as to why he’s asking for you to drop it on him again. Your panic hasn’t settled yet to put the pieces together yet. 

“Please! Just do it,” he almost begs, pushing the ball towards your chest as you stare at him bewildered. You hesitate to grab the ball, but he looks like he’s about to get on his knees like you did previously just for you to drop a ball on him again. 

You sigh, biting your bottom lip as you drop the ball. You visibly wince when the bowling ball drops on his foot once more, and this time Jeongin is more prepared to await a reaction.

Nothing. No pain. 

A bright smile cracks onto his face. He’s the happiest man on earth right now, he’s so happy he thinks he could cry. He remembers telling Heeseung to finally introduce you to him when he first spots you and Heeseung walking together to class one time on campus. Jeongin was going to go up to him to say hi, but he stopped in his tracks after seeing you. He’s never seen you before, and he thinks that you may be the person that Heeseung has been talking to him about for a few weeks now. 

“I saw them, the person you’re talking to, on campus today!” Jeongin says excitedly as he meets up with Heeseung at the dining hall.

Heeseung gives him a confused look with an eyebrow raised, “What? I didn’t see them all day…are you talking about Y/n? That’s just my friend, we share religious class together.” Jeongin stifles a shocked face. He’s happy, you were incredibly attractive, so he was a bit relieved to hear that you were just a friend to Heeseung.

“In that case, can you introduce me then?”

When Jeongin doesn’t react to the ball dropping on his foot, you stare at him weirdly. Maybe he is a freak and a masochist and liked being hurt, because you swear that bowling ball said fourteen whole pounds. 

“Slap me, right now, seriously!” He says, a bright smile painting his face. You only give him a blank stare.

“Jeongin, I’m not gonna feed into your fantasies, you’re being a little weird, not gonna lie…” You trail off, but you swear you’ve never seen him smile that brightly before. All your other friends are just staring at the two of you oddly, some deciding to go onto their phones because it’s not the first time you and Jeongin have been in your own world whenever you all hang out. They never minded, they were secretly all rooting for you two to get together.

“Y/n, do you trust me?” Jeongin asks you suddenly, ignoring what you just said. You raise a brow at him. Of course you trust him, you think he broke the world record for gaining your trust in such a short amount of time. 

“...Yeah,” you reply a bit stand-offish, because he really is being a little weird, but at the same time, it’s Jeongin. You know him, or at least, you like to think that you know him and that he would never do anything to hurt you (not like he can, anyway).

Jeongin’s hand reaches out to your face, and for a moment, you panic. What is exactly going on, and what is doing? Is he going to touch your face? Is the moment you’ve been dreaming about finally coming?

He slapped you. He literally, physically, slapped you across the face. 

Your jaw drops to the floor. Your head is turned to the side because of the slap, but there is no after-sting and your cheek isn’t red from the slap. And that’s when it clicked.

“Okay, I get that we’re like, soulmates and everything, but you’re never slapping me again. You didn’t even have to slap me! You could have just told me like a normal fucking person??” You want to yell at his face, but you can’t help the excited grin that graces your features because Jeongin is your freaking soulmate. 

“Um…sorry. Got excited I guess. You can slap me in return if you want!” 

PERM. TAGLIST @hafsa-hoofsa-heefs !

[itsjaywalkers]

can we have some nsfw boxer james hc 🥺 also hope you're having a lovely day !

sure nonnie !! i feel like u guys know more about his sexual life than . james himself at this point considering how horny we all are for him and how often we talk about this but . i'm always happy to indulge u guys <3

he's very sex positive!! he's open about his sexual life despite being a famous athlete and quite the public figure and isn't ashamed to talk about it

he's never had a serious relationship. he's dated people before but it never lasts very long, he usually sticks to casual sex

they paint him like he's a player or a fuckboy but . he isn't . i mean he kinda has the attitude sometimes but he's very clear about his intentions from the beginning, doesn't make empty promises and he's very considerate + attentive to the ppl he fucks (i mean to them as ppl bc we all know how aggressive he can get in bed)

he's Big. there had to be something backing all that confidence up i guess

he likes taking pics + vids of his partners during sex, but he usually deletes them after they're done or after he sends them to the other person!! he does keep some of them tho when they allow him to

more than nudes tho what he has are . a few sex tapes . as we all already know

there's a couple of them on the internet that ended up being leaked and back then ppl thought it was bound to ruin james' reputation but he just . doesn't care

in fact, he's kind of proud of them and how looks in them <3

so yeah seeing him completely naked and having sex is only a quick search away

remus did try to take them down at the beginning but it was . hard . and once he realised james really did not give a fuck (and his fans were literally just . simping and super horny about it) he just gave up

he's also been caught having sex in public places a handful of times. or like, in compromising positions. there's a few very indecent pics of him going around

he's more famous for his sexual prowess and sex escapades than for his boxing lmao

but james doesn't mind (or that's what he says at least) bc he's still an amazing boxer and he proves it every time he steps on the ring

he's very into impact play and spanking and slapping

he's quite aggressive and violent during sex!! when his partner allows it ofc

he's never bottomed before

he has a bit of an oral fixation so his fav part is always giving oral sex, whether is eating someone out or blowing them

has a bit of a daddy kink (as in . he likes being called daddy . sometimes . depends on the partner and the dynamic they have during sex)

he's possessive so even when the whole thing is casual and everyone involded knows it doesn't mean anything he likes all that dirty talk about belonging or his partner being just his

he's been in threesomes AND orgies. more the former than the latter tho

has insane stamina and a very short refractory period

fighting with reg + reg putting him in his place turns him on completely unironically

no gag reflex!!

doesn't exactly have an exhibitionism kink, he just gets horny easily and doesn't care about getting caught and kinda enjoys when ppl watch him with his partner

he tends to dom but . he's lowkey a switch, he just never allows himself to lose control (until reg)

and that's enough for now i think!!

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Apart

Summary: Nine years ago you broke Javier Peña's heart on Valentines Day. Maybe now you would get a second chance.

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem. reader

Wordcount: 3.3k

Rating: E

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, fluff, smut (unprotected sex), cockwarming (this is fictional, UTI's do not exist in this universe lmao)

A/N: Discord made me do it 😂 Happy Valentines day @whatsnewalycat 💞 I hope you like it

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The amount of floating heart balloons in pink and red was overwhelming as Javier stepped into the bar. There must have been hundreds of balloons floating against the ceiling of the usually very run down bar.

“What the fuck?” he cursed under his breath. He felt someone slap him on his shoulder, turning his head to see Steve grinning at him. 

“Happy Valentine‘s Partner,” he winked and Javier sighed as he brought a hand up, his fingers rubbing over his forehead in frustration. 

“I’m gonna go home,” Javier announced and Steve rolled his eyes. 

It had been a long day at the embassy. He felt stuck in this war against Escobar, seemingly nothing they were doing getting them closer to the man who was ruining so many lives. 

Javier’s included. 

Being surrounded by people making heart eyes at each other was not how he saw this day end for him

“Come on man, Connie’s here too,” Steve pleaded and Javier rolled his eyes. 

“So what, you gonna make me watch you make heart eyes at your wife before you leave me here to get laid?”

Steve laughed before he left Javier standing by the door to make his way deeper into the bar. 

It was… a lot. 

The Pet Shop boys were blasting from the speakers, heart balloons in every shade of red and pink were floating against the ceiling. 

He never really experienced Valentine’s day to this extent. Except that one time that kind of ruined it for him. Not that he was really experiencing it. He wouldn’t be here or even acknowledged the day if it wasn’t for his fucking partner. 

Maybe he’d make his way to see if Vanessa had some time for him after his beer. Seeing all these people making heart eyes at each other did start to make him think about how fucking miserable his life was. A blowjob would probably shut those thoughts up. 

Connie was already sitting in Steve’s lap when he finally made his way over to the counter. He’d give them 15 minutes max. before they’d leave.

He’d make his way out of here as soon as his beer was empty. He grabbed the bottle that was sled over the counter towards him, thanking the man behind the bar and paying for it immediately. 

He turned around so he was leaning with his back against the counter, letting his eyes wander through the room. When did Valentine’s day get that…. Popular?

He remembered his father buying a bigger bouquet of daisies for his mother every valentine’s day. They were her favourite flowers.

Now daisies were blooming on her grave, and Javier was reminded once again of how much he had missed since coming here. 

He chose to ignore the one time he did make a fuzz and went all out for a girl to celebrate Valentine’s day. 

He sighed, needing to really get out of here when his eyes narrowed at a person sitting in the far corner of the room. A person he hadn’t seen since leaving the states. But it couldn’t be… because you were at home. Probably married by now. But then you turned your head around and looked right at him. 

He stilled, blinking his eyes as you kept looking at him just as surprised as he was. 

And then you smiled. 

And Javier?

Javier was just as fucked as he was when he had seen you nine years ago. 

Your honeymoon did turn out better than you thought it would even if it did not look like that in the beginning.

Mostly because you were here on your own and not with your cheating ex-fiancé. The night you found out that he had been sleeping with his secretary for almost six months had not been your favourite night. 

But you thankfully found out before you walked down the aisle and ended up being married to him.

The wedding had been called off and you had been able to cancel everything except for the honeymoon you had put great detail in planning for the two of you. 

Two weeks in South America did not seem to be the logical or even safe decision when you had planned your honeymoon, but your (ex) fiancé had family in Colombia and you had wanted to surprise him. 

And even though you knew travelling as a single woman in a foreign country, especially here, was not safe, you made the decision to travel alone. Checking in with your family daily. 

Before you had left, your mother had slipped you an address and phone number in your hand that held a familiar name. 

Your mother and Maria Peña had been childhood friends. 

So of course you knew Javier Peña. 

Even though you had kind of grown up with him, you and your family had moved away when you turned eight and only moved back to Laredo just before you turned 18. 

Javier had been 23 at that point and grown into a very handsome young man. 

A man you fell in love with head over heels back then before you made one of the biggest mistakes of your life. 

Now, many years later you were sitting in a sea of hearts with happy people in love all around you, asking yourself how you got here when your eyes found his. 

You knew that he was in Colombia, you even had his address, but how big was the chance of just randomly running into him? 

You hadn’t seen him in almost seven years when you left town. The last thing you heard was that he left Lorraine at the altar and took a job offer that would bring him to Colombia to help bring down the drug cartels. 

Much like you had fled from him after you ruined the future he wanted to have with you. 

You had imagined, dreamed of seeing him again numerous times throughout the years. You wondered if you had made the right decision back then, to leave him. To say no when he asked you to marry him. 

But you had been too young. Too… scared to miss out on something you wouldn’t know you had all along once you realised that your fear of losing out made you lose the only man you ever had been truly in love with. 

Now you were here in this bar, looking at Javier who had only gotten more handsome and you couldn’t help the smile that came to your lips. 

You did not know what to do. You wanted to talk to him, yes, but would he?

Thankfully you did not have enough time to decide before he slowly made his way over to you. 

Sucking your bottom lip in, something you always did when you were nervous, you only realised you were holding your breath when he was standing in front of you. The unmistakable scent that was just Javier invading your senses.

“Hey Javi,” you said, your voice just loud enough so he could hear. He blinked at you once, twice, before he shook his head with a huff. 

He was wearing a dark shirt tucked into some very fitted jeans, a leather jacket covering his broad shoulders. He looked… He looked good. Very good. 

“I really thought I was seeing a ghost for a minute there,” he shook his head with a small smile. Your smile widened, as you got up to stand, unsure on how to greet him. 

He just kept looking at you like you would disappear at any moment. 

“You… You wanna sit down?” you asked at the same time he asked, “Can I… Can I hug you?”

“Yeah. Yeah you can.”

You were holding Javier’s hand as you walked down the street. He had just taken your hand in his like he always did when you were still together. You weren’t even sure if he noticed it. 

You had left the bar five minutes after he sat down next to you, both deciding that it was too loud to catch up. He asked if you were hungry and if you wanted to talk and you had agreed. 

It was like no time had passed at all, falling back into the familiarity of being with him. So many times you had wondered how it would be to run back into him. 

You wondered if he would hold a grudge, he had every right to it. You had broken Javier Peña’s heart all these years ago, thinking it would be for the best. 

It would take you years to figure out that you had made the biggest mistake of your life. 

“You’re quiet,” he said and you looked at him. He was watching you, his lips pressed together in a frown. 

“It’s… surreal. Running into you after so many years and in Colombia of all places,” you said. 

“I’ve been here for years. Did you…”

“I knew you were here. I… Mom even slipped me your address and number. She always thought…” you didn’t finish the sentence. He knew. You knew. Everyone around you knew that your mother thought you had made the biggest mistake when you broke up with Javier. 

A part of you wished you had listened to her back then. 

But you had lived your life, met a man who you thought you loved, yet it never felt like it did with Javier. Even now, just walking with him felt like you could breathe for the first time in forever. 

“I talk to your mom once a month,” he said and you stopped walking. 

“You do?” you were surprised. He turned so he was standing in front of you, your hand in his as he nodded. 

“Yeah. She always calls sundays around dinner time. Keeping me in the loop of all things going on in Laredo that Dad doesn’t,” he chuckled. 

“Is that how she had your address?” you asked. He shook his head. 

“Probably from dad. He has it in case…” he didn’t finish the sentence. He looked like the weight of the world was resting on his shoulders and you had your arms wrapped around his body before you could stop yourself, hugging him close. He tensed for a moment before you felt his arms coming around you as he hugged you back. 

“Would it be weird to tell you that I missed you?” you mumbled against his chest. You felt him release a long breath. 

He didn’t answer you, instead you felt him kiss the top of your head as he hugged you tighter. 

—-

Dinner was like no time had passed at all. It was still early in the evening and Javier and you had sat down outside behind the restaurant where hundreds of fairy lights were hung up like a sky full of stars. A candle sat in the middle of the table. 

A very romantic set up, but it was Valentine’s day after all. 

You talked about everything. About his job and yours. About his family and yours. And it wasn’t awkward. At least not until after dinner. 

“A rose for the lady?” your head turned to the man standing next to Javier, a dozen of roses in his arm he was selling. 

“She hates roses,” Javier said. 

“But you don’t, “ you whispered, searching for some money in your purse to buy a single red rose. The man took the money and gave you a rose, before he turned away and approached the other tables. 

Javier was looking at you as you smelled the rose with a sad smile. 

His mind went back to the day he bought out almost the whole flower shop to get every single tulip for you. He had the whole day planned out, starting from asking your mother if she would help him set up the backyard, to asking your father for permission to marry you. 

He was young back then, but so so in love. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind when he made the decision to ask you if you would marry him. You were it for him. 

And then you had broken his heart when you told him that you did not want to marry him, that you felt like you were missing out on something. 

Back then he was shattered, angry, confused. 

Now that some years had passed he could see that you both had been too young. Yet even with all these years passed he still felt the same about you. 

It was why he couldn’t marry Lorraine (apart from the fact that he only asked her to marry him because she had lied about being pregnant and he wanted to do the right thing).

It was why every time he saw a tulip a smile sneaked to his face because they made him think of you. Because even though you hurt him, he never stopped loving you. 

“You should hate me,” you said as you stared at the rose. 

“I should,” he said and you looked up at him. 

“I ruined our life,” you whispered, your bottom lip trembling. You were overwhelmed with what you were feeling as you saw him shake his head.

“We were very young,” he said. 

You shook your head. 

“You should hate me. I hated myself for a long time. I… I should have talked to you and not just… left head over heels.”

“I love you to much to hate you,” he said and finally a single tear broke free as you looked into his warm eyes so full of… You couldn’t even think of it. 

Instead you took a deep breath before you got up from your chair, the rose in your hand as you stopped right in front of him. He looked up at you with confusion as you took his hand before you asked:

“Will you be my Valentine?”

He asked you if you wanted to come home with him and you said yes. 

Now you were standing in his hallway as Javi closed and locked the door behind him. 

Nervous, with a billion butterflies in your belly you looked at him as he turned around. He just looked at you for a while before he took his jacket off and let it fall to the ground. 

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said and you nodded as he took those couple steps to close the distance between the two of you, his hands framing your face as his lips found yours. 

The last time you kissed Javier Peña was more than seven years ago. And all the feelings you suppressed since then were back with the touch of his lips against yours. Slowly he walked you backwards until your back was against the wall. You pulled your arms around his back, your fingers digging into his back as you parted your lips for him so he could deepen the kiss. 

You moaned softly as his tongue played with yours, one of his hands letting go of your face to run down your body. 

Closing your eyes you gasped for air as your lips parted and his lips kissed down your jaw, his moustache rubbing over your skin. 

“I want you,” he mumbled. 

“Then take me,” you hummed. 

Javier had fucked plenty of women in his life. 

But he only ever had made love to you. 

He stared down at you, spread out naked on his bed as you looked up at him with bright eyes and a teasing smile. He was overwhelmed by how much he had missed you. 

Yes he should hate you, you were right. But how could he hate you when it was so fucking hard to stop loving you? And he had tried, yet every woman he only attempted to have more than a one night stand with had to live up to you. 

That was why he shut his feelings off when he came to Colombia. 

And it had taken you minutes to tear down his walls. 

He could only hope you would not make him regret it. 

“Come here. I wanna feel you…” you whispered. Javier got out of his clothes, carelessly letting them fall on the floor before he kneeled on the bed. You spread your legs and opened your arms and he went down willingly, resting his weight on his elbows next to your head as he kissed you softly. You hummed against his lips, moaning as you felt his weight on top for you, your legs crossing behind him to get him closer, caging him against your body. 

You never wanted to let go of him. 

Reaching one hand between your bodies you closed your palm around his cock. He groaned, parting from your lips, to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes closed. 

“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he mumbled as you started to slowly pump his cock. 

“As long as you’re inside of me, I don’t care. I wanna feel you…” you breathed. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. 

“Missed you so fucking much. Made the biggest mistake of my life not saying yes…” you whispered and he opened his eyes to look at you. 

“Missed you too,” he kissed you again. He felt you move your hips beneath him. 

“No baby… Let me go down on you. You’re not ready…” he shook his head. 

“Don’t care. Want you. Just go slow…” you ran your other hand through his hair as you looked up at him. 

His hand replaced yours on his cock. 

“I have condoms in my bedside table…” he said. 

“I’m on birth control. If you’re safe, I trust you,” you said and Javier nodded, sliding the tip of his cock through your wet folds. 

Slowly he pushed inside of you, making you feel every single inch as he slipped inside. He was looking down at you as you bit your lip, closing your eyes only briefly before you opened them again. 

He was still pushing inside of you when you pulled him closer and crashed his lips down on yours, the last inches of his cock filling you in one stroke, making you both moan against each other's lips. 

He kissed you deeply, one of his hands sneaking behind your neck to hold you before he began to move. Slowly thrusting into you, his lips only leaving yours to kiss down your jaw and your neck. 

He was so close, literally inside of you, yet you wanted more. How could you let this man go all these years ago?

“Don’t,” he said and you blinked at him as he dragged his cock inside of you deeply. 

“Stop thinking,” he said. 

“Make me,” you almost begged, tears lingering in your eyes. 

He pecked your lips before he sat himself up on his knees, his hand grabbing your thighs to pull you closer, fucking you harder. 

“Fuck!” you cried out, your hands playing with your breasts as he pumped his cock into you. 

“Gonna need you to cum. I’m so fucking close…” he groaned. You brought one hand between your legs, feeling his cock enter you before you began to play with your clit. 

“Harder,” you moaned and he grunted as he shifted his weight, pressing your knees against your chest, almost folding you in half as he fucked you into the mattress, using his whole weight as leverage. 

“Yes… Fuck… Just like that….” you moaned. 

“Shit you feel so good. So warm…” he groaned. 

“Cum for me Javi. Cum inside me,” you whimpered, rubbing your clit, your legs starting to shake. 

“Fuck….” he groaned, thrusting a half dozen of times before you felt him spill inside of you, fucking his cum into you as you came around his cock with a cry of his name. 

Out of breath he stilled inside of you, slowly sitting himself up so you could spread your legs back on the bed again. He just looked at you, his cock still inside of you, before he leaned down and kissed you. 

You fell asleep like that.

With his cock and cum still inside of you, and Javier’s head resting between your breasts. 

And exactly a year later, on the next Valentine’s day you asked him to marry you. 

And he said yes. 

[vegaseatsass]

My Stand-in Ep 4 spoilers

Now for a happy post! My Stand-In doing intimate partner violence and toxicity correctly, and by correctly I mean so so sexily <3 Loving this series a lot and recommending it to all my friends lmao. Certainly did not expect it to escalate to this level. My inner Vegas bitch is purring. Just a few notes I wanted to touch on before I get to read what everyone else is saying!

This is now a Wut hate blog! Wowie! Imagine hearing your mentee friend sweetiepie nong was knocked out and chained up in a basement by his deranged (a-affectionate) ex, and reacting like whew! Thank GOD you didn't stand me up on purpose! Lol ya know, I suspected your abusive partner was maybe abusing you, it feels so good to be vindicated in this :') I knew you were a good egg! Anyyyyyyway, no I CAN'T do a thing for you, I staunchly point blank refuse to do anything to support you now that you're isolated, blacklisted, vulnerable, financially desperate and alone. FIND YOUR OWN MEANS OF FINANCIAL SECURITY BUDDY oh but if you do something risky just know I'll be very mad at you and reject you as my nong and isolate you even harder <3 hope this helps!

Don't get me wrong I love Joe's abusive partner though <3 what a man <3 LOVE that his first line of defense is negging. You? Break up with me? Loser! I'm better than you! Lmao like the reason Joe can't believe Ming loves him even when he does start trying to tell him that he loves him isn't just that their whole relationship started as a proxyfucker situation and a lie. It's because Ming spent their whole relationship telling Joe he didn't love him!! :') :') :') They literally both just want someone to be nice to them for five seconds and Joe is able to be nice for five thousand seconds but Ming can't pull it off for more than a minute at a time before trying to get control of the situation again by being a dick. Until his boyfriend is presumed dead. LOVE THAT FOR HIM <3333333

Ming and Sol pulling each other's hair and like having a full-on cat fight was honestly hilarious, 10/10 no notes every show about trained buff men should have slap fights. for ME

Lastly!! the real reason I wanted to post is just how fascinating I find Joe's swing from "we're in love and we're going to get married" the first time Ming smiles at him into "you're full of shit Ming! Don't lie and tell me you actually care about me, I KNOW I was just a sex doll to you and you always loved Tong only!" Like I said, I think Ming playing it cool their entire relationship did not do him any favors re: convincing Joe at this late and chained-up stage that he was actually cared about lmaooooo but I am also torn between thinking that if Ming HAD been able to convince Joe he loved him in that moment, Joe would have sincerely fucked him with the chains on, and let Ming keep him there indefinitely as his basement boyfriend... and between thinking Joe's all-or-nothing reaction to Ming's affections was self-protective survival instinct, getting him the fuck out of there even if a small part of him not only wanted to believe Ming but did believe Ming in that moment. Like he couldn't LET himself believe Ming BECAUSE he needed to not give into the unhinged toxicity, rather than because he actually doesn't think it's possible for Ming to have started out using him but come to love him. Or maybe it's his broken heart and hurt pride that make it impossible to allow that his honeymoon period with Ming was fake but what came after it was real on Ming's end. Does any of that sense? What do u think?

I know nothing about what happens in the novel and that's making this an incredibly incredibly wild and fun ride but also may mean my interpretations are missing very obvious-to-the-readers context. Alas! But I am truly having a ball.

[deathbxnny]

I see requests are open now.

Time to traumatize Yanqing again.

Imagine a happy, go lucky boy who isn’t afraid of anything. He smiles brightly and does his best to improve his swordsmanship. But the worst moment of his life, the scarring “canon event” that shakes him to his core.

His gn! S/O, who is a horror enthusiast.

He cannot bring himself to enjoy horror movies like they do. He’s scared of Xenomorphs and Necromorphs make him stay awake all night. Supernatural horror makes him ready to beg Jing Yuan to call a priest or something. And don’t even get me started on the games. He’s wrapped like a burrito as his S/O snuggles him while they play horror games. With his back against his s/o, it’s easier to feel safe. But he always flinched at jump scares and hides his face.

He loves his S/O, but the horror genre might be the death of him.

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A/N: This feels accidentally targeted, because I am incapable of handling horror of any kind myself. BUT I absolutely adore old rpg horror games like "Mad Father", "The witch's house" and "IB" (I'm obsessed with them, please tell me someone else out there is too-), so thank you for this request! It's honestly pretty tame in comparison to the other Yanqing angst I've been getting.

Content: Mentions of horror Content with no real description, traumatising Yanqing as usual, fluff, kinda unserious, established relationship, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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Yanqing was taken very much off-guard by your love for horror, as you didn't seem like you were into things like that at first. He didn't think much of it either, mainly as he just saw it as something you really loved. And so, when you asked him if he wanted to see a scary movie with you, he obliged. He was confident that nothing could scare him anyways... or so he thought.

He died inside when the first jumpscare came in and felt his soul leaving by the end of the movie. He was practically unresponsive for a good 10 minutes afterwards, since he didn't expect it to be this bad... or well, bad in his terms, as the movie wasn't scary at all to you after all. You thought that it would be a good starter movie to ease him into the genre, but were clearly in the wrong.

Which is why you decided that video games might be a better way to introduce him to your love for horror. Who doesn't like games, after all? And surely that would be more fun than just watching a movie. Yanqing for some reason foolishly agreed once more out of his deep love for you and ended up wrapped up in endless blankets, leaning against you, as he anticipated the game to start. It was just a game anyway, how scary could it be?

Very scary, is the answer. Next thing you know, he was slapping his hands over his eyes and letting out screeches of terror. You didn't even get through the first level either. You decided to give him the controller, thinking that if he had more control over the game and, that he'll maybe enjoy it and find it less scary. But that resulted in your controller learning how to fly.

Alright, so, Movies didn't work... games didn't work... perhaps fake supernatural TV shows could? They weren't scary anyways and were all staged, so surely, surely, he'll finally begin enjoying something. And it started off fine enough. He didn't seem concerned, maybe found it even a little stupid and funny, when the actors were being obviously very fake with their reactions. But then the paranoia got to him and he began believing that every little creak and sound in the house was a result of ghosts haunting you two... A very grumpy Jing Yuan was definitely called in panic at 3 am that night and he was NOT happy about it.

Yeah... it's safe to say, that you've given up on trying to make him also love horror as much as you do. But that's okay, because he'll support your interests at all times, with all of his heart... from very far away.

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A/N: I hope this was okay, because it was actually pretty funny to write lmao. Not very angsty either, but I deserve a break from the pain for the next request I have to do from the legendary Anon lmao-

But anyways! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoyed it!

[sweetchcolate]

I'm curious. What are your top 10 favorite shoujos of all time? (LN, Anime, Manga) Can you rank them from: I'll always love them and I'm very invested with them; to I like them, but I'm not very invested?

(why is it that the second someone asks me for anime recs or listing my fave series, I suddenly forget every series i ever read/watched lmao it is a curse)

Just as a reminder, these are series I either watched recently or remember at the top of my mind because of sheer popularity. Also, my bad in advance if it turns out some of these aren't shojo but shonen (reason I didn't include Skip&Loafer, for example).

With that out of the way, my top 10 fave shojos in order (that I would and have rewatched multiple times):

Revolutionary Girl Utena. A classic. It's got it all: the esthetics, the slightly surreal aspect of the world, the trope deconstruction, tackling rarely addressed issues (such as patriarchy, heteronormativity, the changes puberty brings to a teenage girl, etc.) as well as some... more sensitive ones (there's a reason there's so many trigger warning lists for RGU). Also, the music SLAPS.

SAFT (both anime and LN). Just look at my Sugar Apple Fairy Tale tag. I've liveblogged every episode of this show since I learned of its existence. I was looking forward to the previews. I fell into this head first and it was some of the best experience I had with a series! It was right up my alley: sunshine hardworking girl winning over the people around her thanks to her kindness and optimism + grumpy stoic traumatized man who becomes softer and grows thanks to her set in a semi-fantasy Europe-based world. I liked that both Anne and Shall had to deal with discrimination (Anne as a girl in a male-dominated industry, Shall as a fairy in a human-led society) and how the later LN volumes address those issues (instead of fairy slavery and sexism being just background lore). The show can be really pretty when it wants to, and the music is also very nice.

7th Time Loop (both anime and LN). Just like with SAFT, I'm obsessed. The anime is doing such a good job adapting the source material at a good pace, the quality is great, and the VAs are killing it. The LN also has very tight writing: the author has an eye for adding details that seem unassuming/offhanded at first, but end up being crucial. Rishe's and Arnold's characters and dynamic are phenomenal. Just look at my 7th time loop tag

Akatsuki no Yona (the anime/early corresponding manga arcs).

My Love Story with Yamada-kun at LVL 999.

Ouran High School Host Club (the anime). I'm a sucker for romance, but where OHSHC got me is with its humor. The first episode is a classic, and I will always love the light bulbs scene as each member of the host club figures out Haruhi is a girl. Tamaki is a riot, the perfect blend of goofy, perceptive, and introspective. He deals with some serious issues, but he never lets them drag him down or, at the very least, affect his precious ones. What's great about OHSHC too is the character growth in the second half of the show. The series lures you in thinking it's just a comedic slice of life high school romance only to hit you with some real feels when it reveals its characters' backstories, fears, and reflections.

My Happy Marriage.

Kimi ni Todoke.

Ones for a cute ride: Lovely Complex, Kamisama Hajimemashita, Akagami no Shirayukhime, Donten Ni Warau

Ones I've watched that were good, but lost interest in (mostly due to being too long or me catching up the latest release and not keeping up after): Skip Beat, Fruits Basket, Sailor Moon (the 1990s anime), Niehime

Ones I remember watching but won't ever watch again because I've outgrown the target demographic: Special A, Shugo Chara, Tokyo Mew Mew, Fushigi Yugi, Itazura Kiss

Ones I heard good praise for and want to check someday: Rose of Versailles, Basara, Colette Decides to Die

[nerves-nebula]

ok i finished Lolita, here's my rambling notes which are really more about me & my reactions than the book. I stopped taking as many notes the further in I went.

the forward for this is so funny. we got someone in universe telling us that the things this guy says are absurd and you should NOT fall for his bullshit, because he is NOT a gentleman.

Approx 24 minutes in he proposes the idea of the nymphette. 9-14

its fascinating the way he constructs this other sect of being, this third sex, this nymphet. the way he calls them demons, as if it's their fault, as if it could never be a problem with him.

gets mad that some guys entire fuckin house burns down so he cant ogle his daughters. what an asshole.

Negro/Negress Count (i updated this every time the word negro is used. i just think its funny, its like a drinking game for me. at least black people exist in this world lmao): 7

(about quote #6) the way he talks about Mrs Haze (and in fact most women and girls) as though he is so handsome that he literally cannot stop them from entangling him in an affair is fascinating. Man cannot hold himself responsible for anything.

ok so he's just met dolores and this isnt really a product of the book, but the narrator does a REALLY god job with HH. genuinely just a really good performance. he reads the cadence of HH's flowery writing so well, he emotes so well. its great.

of course this overwritten little creep would write down all his thoughts in a little book. just like he's doing now. at least he's consistent?

so much damn interpretation huh. he's always like "I know she wanted me to kiss her i could tell she was waiting for it" MY GUY.

wait when does this take place was it really normal to marry your first cousin in the midwest in the 1950s?

the way he describes her being not entirely innocent as a warning sign, as some great evil that would trap him, is fascinating. because she is not what he thought an innocent little girl should be, he pushes a bit of the responsibility off of himself and onto her. she's not a child, she's a dangerous nymphet who pulls him in and traps him in her impropriety. despite him literally (thinking he was) drugging her (in an attempt to keep her from knowing what hes doing) he STILL blames her for enticing him. still considers her a fae creature. i hate him. i love this book.

it is truly kind of fascinating how he makes it sound like their trip wasn't all that bad and just offhandedly mentions horrific stuff like the rate at which she sexually abused her, or how Dolores cried herself to sleep every night when she thought he was asleep, and how she almost never seemed to actually be happy. and yet he'll go on and on about all the things they got to see, and how much money this whole kidnapping roadtrip cost him.

the fact that he now has to just straight up pay her, and she's clearly not enjoying anything is so !!! and then he has the NERVE to steal her money back while she's away !! the money she's probably trying to save up to get away from him !! do you guys know what thats like?? when the money youve carefully saved just.. disappears?? good god.

oh ok so he KNOWS she might try to run away if she has too much money. cool cool normal.

i do like this school parent teacher meeting thing thats basically laying out that it's very clear dolores has issues around sex. like this is somehow so clearly an issue that they called him in about it. Ough.

love his indigence at Lo saying that he tried to molest her back before he married her mother (more or less true, and i would even say he succeeded that one time) and that he murdered her mother (a reasonable assumption on her part)

Mans just said he can shed torrents of tears thru his dick. He’s unnecessarily crude for someone so poetic and I love that part of his character tbh.

So he just slapped her and it’s fascinating how clearly abusive he is even from his own softened retelling. Like he doesn’t phrase it like this, but every action he takes is to isolate and control her.

i know he sucks shit but him leaving Rita is especially cruel to me. there was no need to leave her behind with only a note. no amount of calling a woman "sweet" or his "poor little thing" makes up for how absolutely disposable they all are to him. he admits that he needed her, that her company kept him from having breakdowns that would send him to a hospital, and he still just leaves her behind forever. when he knows thats what she was scared of most.

i aint even know about Clare Quilty. huh!

i am enjoying his sad walk through his "smothered memories" like yeah man. you suck and you fucked up everything and you do deserve to feel bad about your active ignorance (i like that he brought up the memory of rescinding that one promise because that was one instance i was really stuck on. like she has nothing man, and it's silly to you but it's everything to her)

y'know im still not entirely sure what Pentapod Monster means

Quotes:

he is not a gentleman

But how his heart beat when, among the innocent throng,he espied a demon child, "enfant charmante et fourbe," dim eyes, bright lips, ten years in jail if you only show her you are looking at her.

I was naive as only a pervert can be (lol)

nymphets do not occur in polar regions (oh my god shut upp)

the reader will regret to learn that soon after my return to civilization I had another bout with insanity (I absolutely do not regret it my wonderful narrator <3)

I was perfectly aware that if by any wild chance I became her lodger, she would methodically proceed to do in regard to me what taking a lodger probably meant to her all along, and I would again be enmeshed in one of those tedious affairs I knew so well.

To keep her happy, I had to present her with an illustrated catalogue of them, all nicely differentiated, according to the rules of those American ads where schoolchildren are pictured in a subtle ratio of races, with one--only one, but as cute as they make them--chocolate-colored round-eyed little lad, almost in the very middle of the front row.(I just find this quote interesting because it makes a point that there would only ever be at most one black kid. not sure what to make of it but i did enjoy that)

It was she who seduced me. (SHUT UP)

the body of some immortal demon disguised as a female child. (SHUT UPPPPP!!)

Used French only when she was a very good little girl. (I’m attacking you with my teeth and claws. I love this book.)

[arlecchno]

mission accomplished [ scaramouche x reader ]

twenty-four | a rollercoaster ride

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in which a certain someone unveils a whole new side of his, whilst being drunk, of course.

warnings: swearing, use of childe's real name, use of scara's other name, mentions of knives and killing, alcohol consumption, angst if you squint

a/n: this is a filler chapter but still plays a big part on reader and scara's relationship. 6k+ words. sorry lmao i added more stuff after some proofreading. happy reading!

grammatical errors may occur so please let me know if i've made any mistakes!

the dinner table was awfully silent.

scaramouche and viktor sat awkwardly, briefly exchanging looks once in a while. you on the other hand, went to the kitchen to help yun jin.

well, if you consider scolding as helping, that is.

“what the hell, yun jin?!” you whisper-shouted, slapping her arm as you do so, which earned a small whine from the young woman. “why did you have to invite him?!”

yun jin pouted, hands on her hip. “frankly speaking, you were quite the contrary just a moment ago.” she noted, and you gritted your teeth as she was, absolutely correct.

you looked like the happiest person in the world when you brought scaramouche in the building, with his hand wrapped around yours.

definitely not something that colleagues do.

“well–” you started. “that's– that's just uh–”

yun jin rolled her eyes, turning around to face the stove as she continued stirring up the pot, earning a groan from you. “stop denying yourself, luna. just admit you have feelings for him.”

“i do not.” you fought, chopping up some vegetables on the cutting board. yun jin eyed you as your actions became louder and louder by the second, the sound reverberating throughout the kitchen. “i. hate. him. to. the. guts.” you said each word every time you cut off a slice of the vegetable, yun jin furrowing her brows as she watched the scene next to her.

the slices of vegetables you've chopped were surprisingly neat and clean, making yun jin have just the slightest tinge of envy at your precise skill. you were practically cursing scaramouche out, yet the vegetables looked like they were chopped by a professional chef.

though when you suddenly start chopping them up relentlessly with no remorse, yun jin had to stop you. who knows what would happen if you were to let loose with that knife.

“do they taste good?” yun jin tentatively asked, looking at you, scaramouche and viktor back and forth, waiting for your feedbacks.

you laughed, grabbing onto your spoon. “we haven't even taken a bite yet, take a breather, yun jin.” you commented, looking down to your plate as you eyed the delicious liyuean cuisines she had prepared.

viktor was the one to taste test first.

“so?” yun jin asked gleefully.

“they taste wonderful, yun jin.” viktor said from beside her, and she smiled sheepishly at her boyfriend's compliment, cheeks flaring up in red.

you rolled your eyes, turning your head to scaramouche. “how about you? taste good?”

“they're okay.”

“i helped cook like, half of everything here.”

“no wonder they taste half-assed.”

you punched his shoulder. “hey!” you exclaimed, which earned a groan from scaramouche as he took another spoonful of food. he stared at the utensil for a few seconds, making you arch an eyebrow as to why he was just staring at the mouth-watering meal.

out of nowhere, scaramouche brought his spoon to you, hovering it in front of your closed mouth. eyes wide, you stared at him, flustered at the sudden action.

“open up.” he said, and you opened your mouth to say something, but instead you gave scaramouche an opportunity as he quickly shoved the spoon in your mouth aggressively, much to your surprise.

you hesitantly ate and tasted the spoonful of food in your mouth, scaramouche retracting the utensil back to his plate after you were done. sighing in contentment, you let the wonderful taste of heaven go down your throat. the food was absolutely delicious, no doubt that yun jin's cooking skills were identical to a chef's.

a ghost of a smile framed your face as you glanced at scaramouche, nodding your head and bringing up a hand to show a thumbs up, a sign of approval.

scaramouche merely chuckled at your behaviour, before peering over to the couple in front of him, who had their mouths left agape in shock at the scene they were currently witnessing.

“what?” scaramouche asked with that monotone voice of his, sneering at the two people.

yun jin cleared her throat and recollected herself before speaking up. “you two look…”

you raised a brow, turning your head to look at yun jin. she squeaked at your sudden stare, nudging at viktor. the two of them quickly discussed something under their breath, one that you could not make out of.

they both looked back at you and scaramouche, smiling nervously. yun jin was the one to break the silence.

“nothing!” she yelled, albeit a little too loudly, caressing the back of her neck as she let out a few awkward giggles, viktor following suit.

you and scaramouche stared at them confusedly.

the dinner table just became more awkward than it already was.

everyone finished dinner sooner than you expected, making you breathe out a sigh of relief as the awkward atmosphere was finally over.

you attempted on convincing yun jin and viktor that you'd be dealing with the dishes, and after a minute of bantering, they finally gave up on refusing the offer. the two of them went to the small living room to spend some time together, leaving only you and scaramouche in the kitchen.

somehow, this was more awkward than the dinner table.

the both of you were silent, with you washing the dishes, and scaramouche helping you with whatever he could. the only thing that came out of your mouths were the quiet mumble of thank you's as you passed him the clean dishes.

scaramouche was the first to talk. “you okay?”

as he asked the question, you stopped your actions, turning off the sink water. “hm? i'm fine.” you said, glancing at him beside you. “why do you ask?” you questioned.

“you're quieter than before. usually, you'd be talking about nonsense now.”

you heave out a chuckle, before turning back to the sink, continuing on washing the leftover dishes. “that's probably just you.” was all you said, the atmosphere becoming awkward and silent once again.

he wasn't exactly lying. you were quieter than usual, but honestly, who wouldn't? everything seemed awkward and weird to you, and scaramouche's presence here isn't making anything better. the fact that you two haven't exactly made up with one another makes everything worse than it is.

talking about the fight, scaramouche looked… unbothered to say the least. why does he look normal? did the fight not leave an impact on him whatsoever? was it only you that felt like your heart had crushed into pieces?

sighing, you shook out the thoughts. right, this isn't the time to be thinking about the aftermath, especially when the person who made you feel like a miserable mess was beside you, with that annoyingly attractive porcelain face, and that stupidly well-done red eyeliner adorning his eyes, with his sleeves all rolled up, showing off his lean muscles.

wait, what?

you blinked a couple of times, confused as to why the thought of scaramouche's features were swirling in your mind. scaramouche, the man who never failed to make you annoyed, was occupying your mind with such thoughts? how absurd. if anything, you should not be distracted by his attractive looks right now.

“hello, earth to y/n?”

you blinked again, the current thoughts quickly leaving your mind as you turned to scaramouche, who stared at you curiously.

scaramouche huffed, stepping closer to you as he pushed you to the side, taking over the small sink. “you're not gonna finish washing these up anytime soon if you keep being distracted.” he commented, making you finally realise that he had noticed your behaviour a moment ago.

“...sorry. i have a lot on my mind right now.”

and by a lot, you mean that scaramouche was the thing on your mind right now. but then again, who would ever confess such a thing?

the evening sure is taking its time to get to midnight.

scaramouche wanted to leave the second dinner was over, yet yun jin had convinced him to stay a little longer, even went as far as bribing him with drinks, much to your dismay. there was absolutely no way you'd be dealing with drunk scaramouche.

but it seemed like it was inevitable, since scaramouche had silently accepted his fate by continuing on staying at yun jin's dorm.

how many shots was it again? two? three? scaramouche had no idea. all he knew was that he's being drowned out by vodka.

“ugh, yun jin, stop offering him more of those!” you winced as you watch him chug down yet another shot of vodka. scaramouche wiped his mouth with his sleeve, sighing.

yun jin laughed, viktor following along too as they were both drunk and out of their minds. “it's fine, look! he's even smiling.” she pointed out to scaramouche's small grin. “why don't you join us too, luna?”

“absolutely no way, i have class tomorrow. besides, there's gotta be someone here who has to take care of all of you after this… mess.” you eyed the many bottles of alcohol on the floor.

goodness, do university students really have this many alcoholic drinks stocked up in their dorms?

scaramouche hiccuped, glancing at you who was sitting next to him on the floor. you turned to look at him, silently judging the male. he was so close to you, to the point that you could practically smell his breath that reeked of vodka.

it was funny. scaramouche wasn't exactly a lightweight like you are, yet the strong vodka made him seriously drunk with just a few shots. you wanted to laugh at the sight.

he leaned closer to you, and your breath hitched from the close distance. he looked… ethereal at this angle, even if he was on the verge of passing out from the alcohol.

you know it's wrong to be mindlessly staring at him, yet it was hard for you not to. he just looked absolutely pretty right now.

heat running through your cheeks, you watched as his half-lidded eyes stared at you back, before he suddenly landed his head on your shoulder.

you furrowed your brows, looking down to your shoulder, his raven locks splayed all over. you groaned when you heard the faint snores coming from him.

looks like he's not going back after all.

if you think dealing with drunk yun jin and viktor was bad enough, you sure as hell weren't ready to deal with drunk scaramouche.

“please, scara, drink this. you'll really need it when you wake up to your hangover.” you said frustratingly, holding up the cup of water.

he pouted, turning his head to the side. “das' not my name.”

you rolled your eyes. “just chug this down like you did with that stupid vodka earlier.” you muttered, earning a hiccup from scaramouche.

“no.”

“you're being so difficult right now.”

“if yer cal'me by me name, maybe i'll drink.”

you groaned at his slurred sentence, bringing up a hand to pinch the bridge of your nose. honestly, why is he like this?

scaramouche pouted when you became silent, tugging the hem of your sweatshirt. you looked at him, before finally sighing.

archons, the things you'd do for him.

“fine.” you said. “drink the water, kuni. then you can go to sleep.”

he grinned at the call of his shortened name, finally grabbing the cup of water from your hand as he took a sip, but soon gagged at the taste.

“ew. tastes weird.”

“that's what you get for drinking so much.”

after what felt like forever, scaramouche finally finished up the drink, and you helped him up to your room. well, yun jin's dorm mate's room to be exact, but they were currently staying at their partners', meaning that it was yours for the time being.

“you're sleeping on the floor.” you said flatly, setting up the place by tossing down some pillows on the carpet.

scaramouche whined, planting himself on the bed. “wanna sleep here.” he pointed to the bed.

you grumbled. it was already difficult enough when you had to deal with yun jin and viktor a moment ago, having to drag them to yun jin's room and settling them down already took you an hour, and now you have to deal with scaramouche, who is now acting like a child.

you really couldn't catch a break today.

“no, this is my bed. i'm not sharing it with you.”

“but we slept together before.”

you widened your eyes at his words. you're sure he meant well, but the way he said it— one that someone would say as inappropriate, made your cheeks heat up.

you turned away from him, face flushed. “that– that's different!” you exclaimed, sitting on the bed with scaramouche. he paid no mind to your words, watching as you took a moment to calm down.

“you 'kay?” scaramouche asked, words slurred due to still being drunk.

you glanced at him, sighing as you gave him a small smile, expression softened. “hah, you still care even when you're such a mess.”

scaramouche raised a brow at your statement, but didn't question further. he figured you wouldn't answer it anyway. the room was silent for a moment as you two stared at each other.

“i'm still mad at you, y'know.” you mumbled, his indigo eyes still staring at you. you slowly reached out for his hand in his lap, bringing it to yours.

you were the first to break eye contact, caressing his knuckles with your thumb as you looked down to your lap. “but we can't keep doing this forever.” you continued. “you have no fucking idea how hard it was for me.”

scaramouche seemed to be out of clue as to what you were talking about, still looking at you with that blank expression. you flickered your eyes back to him, letting out a breath of laughter as you watched his dumbfounded yet cute face.

his lips were puckered out into a pout, with red eyeliner already smudged, and hair as messy as someone who had just woken up. but to you, he looked prettier than ever.

the moonlight from the window faintly illuminated his features, brightening up the dark and sullen room.

you have no idea why, but you felt the same urge from back when the night at the balcony, that same urge to kiss those pale lips right now.

sighing, you broke eye contact once again, looking elsewhere. what a stupid urge, you think. who would even want to kiss their sworn enemy?

scaramouche pouted even more at the sight of your scrunched forehead. he brought up his free hand, hooking a finger under your chin and turning you to look at him again.

your breath hitched at the subtle action.

the distance between you two was closer than before, with his warm breath fanning your face. it felt like time had stopped, as the two of you continued on staring into each other's eyes.

your face flushed even more, and you're not sure if scaramouche had his in beet red due to being drunk, or if the moment was getting to him too.

you wanted to look away, push him down to the floor so that you could get your well deserved sleep, yet you couldn't, not when he was looking at you like that.

“don't look at me like that.” you murmured.

“...like what?”

“like you're stupidly in love with me.”

scaramouche pursed his lips into a thin line, and he squeezed your hand. the ravenette was half-sober— he'd like to think.

he asked you a question he never thought he'd ever spit out. “what if i am?”

the simple question got you widening your eyes, staring at him in shock. what did he just say...? surely, you couldn't have heard him wrong, right?

“huh?”

“what if i am stupidly in love with you?” he asked again, and you almost think that he was sober– almost. the question made you leave your mouth hanging, in disbelief with what you're hearing right now.

saying that you were shocked would be an understatement, this was absolutely not the scaramouche that you know. definitely not now, at least.

with flushed cheeks, you sighed, realising that he was still drunk as ever. the chances of him just spitting out nonsense was higher than anything, making you feel relieved that he'd be joking. yet somehow, the thought of it made you feel… slightly hurt.

“you're not in love with me.” you denied, retracting your hand from his to push him away, just enough to give you two space. “you're drunk. just... go to sleep, kunikuzushi. i want my rest too.” you chuckled with no amusement lacing your voice, averting your eyes away from him.

scaramouche looked at you confusedly, grabbing your hand that was pressed to his chest. the action made you turn back to him. “'m not lying. why can't you believe me?”

you scoffed, wriggling your hand away from his chest, succeeding when scaramouche gave up on holding onto your hand. you crossed your arms, looking away from him once again.

“you're talking nonsense, go to sleep.” you shut him down, quickly standing up. scaramouche widened his eyes at your words.

you headed for the door, twisting the doorknob before you stopped momentarily. “i need to clean up the mess outside.” you muttered, opening the door slowly. “you can take the bed if you want to.”

that was the last thing you said before leaving scaramouche alone in the dark room, just like you did a month ago.

you stood in front of the door for a few minutes, hand still on the doorknob.

you know you shouldn't have said that. you know you shouldn't have shut him down. hell, you absolutely fucking knew that you were starting to catch feelings for him.

but you really couldn't bring yourself to confess that. not when he was still drunk and out of his mind. not when he didn't mean those words. not when he never apologised for the heart wrenching words he said to you on that day.

a tear slipped from your eye, slowly running down from your cheek to your chin, until it finally fell to the tiled floor.

yeah, he couldn't have meant any of that.

you ended up sleeping on the couch.

and the person to wake you was viktor.

“luna? you there?” he nudged your shoulder repeatedly, resulting in you letting out a loud groan from the disturbance.

you slowly opened your eyes, blinking a couple of times to get used to the lighting, before looking at viktor with tired eyes. “...what?” you asked, grunting as you sit up, rubbing your sore back.

goodness, maybe you shouldn't have slept here.

“archons, this hangover is killing me.” he commented, more to himself, you figured. “have you– uh, seen yun jin?”

you gave him a cold look, and he slightly shivered at your scowl. “i just woke up, what the hell does it look like?” you pointed out.

“w–well i thought you– you'd know where she is! she was nowhere to be seen last night.” he stammered, brushing the nape of his neck awkwardly. “i assumed you were up late last night because of us, so i thought you'd have an ounce of idea as to where she went.” he continued. “thank you for dealing with me, by the way. i'll make it up to you next time.”

you groaned once again at the sudden bullets of information you were hearing from viktor right now. for a serial killer who had killed tons of people, he sure is chatty.

would that be a good thing or a bad thing? you wondered.

rubbing your eyes, you speak up. “i don't know where she is, probably went to the campus park or somethin'.” you said, stretching your limbs. “why are you up so early? i thought you'd still be in bed.” you questioned.

“oh, my alarm went off a while ago. we actually have a tutorial class in twenty minutes.”

you blinked, once, twice, before widening your eyes. “shit.” you said, quickly standing up. you've quite literally forgotten that your lecturer had prepared an extra class to catch up on new topics, as what he had said yesterday, before you were swamped by scaramouche, and then the following events.

“why didn't you wake me up sooner?!” you sent a piercing glare towards viktor, and he scratched his head sheepishly. lord, why did you even let him drink if he was gonna have class this early in the morning?

you stomped your way towards your room, twisting on the doorknob before stopping.

ah, right, scaramouche is probably still sleeping in there. you wouldn't want to wake him up with your rushed movements.

twisting the doorknob, you slowly opened the door, and you were right— he was still peacefully sleeping, with his back facing towards you. you tip-toed your way to the desk at the corner of the room, grabbing your stuff that you needed to bring to class.

you found mostly everything. keyword, mostly.

your phone was nowhere to be found, and you cursed yourself. where was the last time you placed it…?

if memory serves you right, you don't recall bringing it with you to the couch, nor did you remember bringing it anywhere other than your room last night. so where could it possibly be?

looking around the room, you tried finding your phone, but to no avail. sighing, you scratched your neck. if you took more time, surely you'd be arriving to class late.

widening your eyes slightly, you darted your eyes to the bed. yes, you remember now. you left your phone on the bed when you had to deal with scaramouche last night.

you left it beside your pillow, the side that was closest to the wall.

which were also the pillow that scaramouche was currently resting on, and the side of the wall that he was facing at.

things really couldn't get any worse than it already is.

shutting your eyes, you inhaled deeply to calm yourself down as you headed towards the bed. it's okay, you thought to yourself. he's asleep, you can quickly grab your phone and be on your way.

you slowly placed your knees on the bed, stretching yourself to the corner, and you caught glimpse of your dear phone. you smiled in victory, stretching your arms over to reach for your phone, hovering over scaramouche's sleeping form.

unfortunately, out of nowhere, scaramouche shifted his body until he was laying flat on the bed, and you snapped your head to check on him.

to your surprise, he was, well, pretty much awake.

“uh… good morning?” you mumbled awkwardly, causing him to blink up at you.

you quickly grabbed your phone from beside him, wanting this embarrassing situation to end as soon as possible. scaramouche's movements however, were much quicker than yours.

next thing you knew, your positions were changed, and you now had your back to the bed, as scaramouche hovered over you.

eyes widened, you stared at him, and so did he. the room falls silent as the both of you stare into each other without moving a muscle, with you being too stunned to even blink.

what… what is he doing?!

“i, uh…” the words you intended on saying died in your throat, and scaramouche continued on gazing at you with that nonchalant look of his.

it was embarrassing, really. to have him hovering over your figure with his arms caging you in, it was all too much for you. and once again, you felt the need to push him away, get out of this situation immediately— yet you didn't want to do just that.

do you know the reason why?

honestly, you don't.

scaramouche mindlessly continued on with his staring, making you more nervous, anxious of his next possible move.

you can't deny that he looks different from your position beneath him. you'd say he looks… less annoying. the morning sun was shining through the window of your room, yet it was overshadowed by scaramouche's figure. his indigo eyes were half-lidded, a sign that he had just woken up.

you were quite taken aback by the view.

flustered, you turned your head sideways, breaking eye contact. if it weren't for his sharp gaze, you would've bravely pushed him off by now.

“i– i have class in a few, actually, so…” you trailed off, hand grabbing your phone from your side as you sat up slowly. “i'll get going now– oomph!”

your little escape plan almost succeeded— you already going past his caged arm before failing miserably when scaramouche quickly brought you back to where you were a second ago, leaving you no choice to leave whatsoever.

you squeezed your eyes momentarily due to his sudden actions, and when you opened them, the first thing you see was scaramouche, without a doubt, still looking at you with that stupid and annoying face, only now that he was much closer than last time.

cheeks flared once again, you sweat, snapping your head to the side once again to avoid his gaze. you let out a few awkward chuckles, scratching your temple nervously.

“haha… um, do you mind uh– moving?”

scaramouche did not reply.

“well– it's just that i uh, have class! y'know? haha, i really need to get going right now.” you emphasized the word, yet no response came out from the ravenette's mouth.

you huffed, turning your head, just enough to gaze back at him. “are you not gonna move at all?”

“no.” he said, voice husky. if it weren't for him caging you in right now, you would've probably fallen down to your knees from the tone of his voice.

grumbling, you reached up a hand to grab onto his shoulder, pushing him slightly. “you're being weird, kuni. i have to go right now, or else i'll be late.” you said, and scaramouche frowned with a small pout.

you'd like to think it was adorable, but since you were running late, you don't have any time to focus on such things.

“can't you stay?”

“no, i cannot.” you sighed, smoothing your thumb on his shoulder in a circle. “i need to keep an eye on viktor, if you didn't know already.” you whispered as you made a face, afraid that said person would hear you, given how he was quite literally outside.

scaramouche was silent for a moment, and you thought he was taking it into consideration before he shook his head, causing you to groan at his antics.

“look, i'll be back in an hour or so. you can um– stay here, if you want to, i guess.” you muttered.

the ravenette pouted even more at your sentence, and you heave out an exasperated sigh upon his behaviour.

“okay. what the hell do you want?”

“stay here w'me.”

“i just said that i can't do that.”

“but i missed you.”

you wanted to snap back at him, but stopped when the words he had said finally registered in your brain. “w-what…” you trailed off, hand covering your mouth in astonishment.

is he being serious right now?

you looked at him skeptically, reading the expression on his face, trying to see if he was lying. but now that you look at it, he seemed… more genuine than anything.

scaramouche was always known to be apathetic and aloof, yet the face he's making above you right now was one that no one would've expected, you included.

you almost believed those words, almost. when you realised he had just woken up from his hangover, you shook those hopeful thoughts off your head.

right, as if he even has the heart to say all of those cheesy words, you thought to yourself. that was just his drunk self talking. there was no way he'd express such feelings, let alone have such an adorable expression whilst being sober, especially to someone like you.

“you're still hungover.” you remarked. “i'm gonna be running late for class, please just– mmph!”

the words died in your throat when scaramouche suddenly engulfed you in a hug, his body on top of you, sparing you no personal space, at all, (not like you had any to begin with).

the ravenette buried his head to the crook of your neck, resulting in you looking down at him with a quizzical stare.

sighing, you gave up on nagging him, reluctantly wrapping your arms around his figure.

scaramouche held you tighter than before.

“i…” you started, scanning your eyes around the room. there was no use on stopping him anymore if he was gonna continue being like this, you think. you were glad that he's only like this when he's incredibly drunk, you wouldn't have known the kind of person you'd be today if he were like this every day.

though at some point, you may have wished that he was like this once in a while, even if it was just for a moment.

“...i missed you too.” you confessed.

scaramouche inhaled your scent deeply before relishing, heaving out a warm breath that hit your bare neck. you slightly shivered from the change of temperature.

it was nice like this, you think. lying in bed with scaramouche clinging on to you seemed like something couples do, yet you two weren't anything like that, at all.

you won't deny that you want this moment to last longer.

suddenly, the sound of the door being knocked can be heard, and viktor spoke from the other side of the door. “luna, you ready? we're running pretty late.” he said, voice muffled.

slightly jolting from his sudden presence, you replied back abruptly. “o–oh! oh yeah, wait a second!” you shouted, eyes darting to the door before averting them back to scaramouche, looking at his dark and silky locks.

“i–uh, i need to go.” you loosened your grip on his body. scaramouche whined softly, but finally let you go due to your never ending attempts on pushing him away.

the ravenette slowly sat up, sitting at the edge of the bed as you followed suit, and soon stood up to grab your things at your desk.

once you've got all of your needed stuff for your tutorial class, you headed for the door, already twisting the doorknob when scaramouche suddenly appeared behind you, and brought you in a hug once again.

archons, will he ever stop being this clingy?

you looked over your shoulder, eyeing scaramouche who buried his head to the juncture between your neck and shoulder, his indigo hair in full view.

sighing, you left your hand from the doorknob, leaving it to your side as you took a moment to think.

has it really been that long without you in his presence for him to act so… so out of character?

you had always thought that he'd never, and when you mean never, you quite literally mean never in a million years— act like this.

sure, you've had your fair share of vulnerable and soft moments with him at times, but he had never been this, how do you say it—

touchy and clingy.

was it the fact that he had too much to drink the other night, or was it the fact that it had been far too long that you two hadn't been in each other's arms?

you have numerous questions, hundreds even, yet you don't think any of them would have the answer.

heaving out a breath between a scoff and a laugh, you let your hopeful self die.

of course, he probably wanted to just keep you close due to your unsolvable case, not because he'd ever have such feelings for you whatsoever.

this was all just you and your never ending imagination.

“i'll be back in an hour or so. you can stay here for a few minutes, or not, i don't care.” you said after a while, pushing off the arms that were wrapped around your waist. “just make sure you'd be gone by the time i'm back.”

twisting the doorknob, you opened the wooden door of your room. you stopped yourself just for a moment to look back at scaramouche, and you almost wanted to just drop everything and hold him tightly as you look at the expression on his face right now.

scaramouche was… sad. his eyes weren't ones that looked striking in indigo, and his usual scowl was replaced with a frown that looked broken— of all things.

you think he was on the verge of crying, if anything.

you really don't have the heart to shut him down once again like this, but you just had to.

“i'm hoping you'd forget about this once you're fully sober, or if you do remember, you can– no, you have to, pretend none of this ever happened, never.”

the sound of the door shutting was the last thing scaramouche had heard from you.

leaning against the wall beside your door, you sighed once again, already regretting those words you've said to him. it was for the best, you've reassured yourself, yet you didn't feel any better, not even an ounce of relief.

you're truly the worst fucking human alive.

“luna? are you ready to go?” viktor asked from across the hall, making you turn your head towards him, trying your best to not burst down in tears and have a breakdown, right then and there.

peering over the closed door of your room, you hesitantly replied. “...yeah, let's go.” you mumbled, pushing yourself off the wall.

all of this is for the best, you kept reassuring.

everything will go back to how it was once this case is over. how it actually is supposed to be all this while.

you were already a few meters away from the social sciences department when your phone suddenly rang, the melody ringing through the cold air.

“ah, you should go first, viktor. you'd probably arrive late if i keep you here any longer.” you informed, ushering for him to enter the building first with your hand.

viktor looked at you worriedly for a few seconds, before nodding. “okay, i'll see you there.”

as viktor went on his way, you quickly fumbled for your phone, not even having the time to check for the caller before you answered, swiping the green button.

“hello?”

it was silent for a few, until a familiar voice, one that you haven't heard in so long, speaks up. “hey, y/n. are you busy right now?”

you widened your eyes, in disbelief with what you're hearing at the moment. he had been gone for so long that you have forgotten of his presence, just by a slight tinge.

“ajax? is that you?”

childe chuckled at the name you called him, the name that you only call when there's no one around. a small smile morphed on your face as you heard the chuckle coming from him.

you haven't heard of him in so long.

“we need to talk."

and there it is. the sentence a lot of people do not like hearing.

it was no exception for you.

after your quick leave, scaramouche had taken his time by resting for a while in your room, lying on the small bed by himself.

it was honestly stupid of him to do such… bold things this morning. he had no idea what came over him, absolutely zero.

and the fact that you had reacted passive aggressively, telling him such hurtful words and pushing him away wasn't making anything better too.

scaramouche groaned, shutting his eyes. sure, he's probably still not fully sober and still half awake, but it didn't mean that what you did and said didn't break him in the slightest. if anything, he was more heartbroken.

he won't deny that behind all those rational, half sober and half awake acts and words, he had meant every single bit of it.

did you push him away because you were afraid of him? or was it because you weren still mad at him? or was it because you still hated him?

scaramouche grumbled. human emotions still confused him, and having to read yours would probably be one of the hardest things he's ever done during the five years of knowing you, and yet, he still couldn't do it, no matter how much he tried.

you're... someone dear to scaramouche. sure, you two couldn't even stand each other back when you're at the precint, let alone work on cases together. yet this particular one however, just clicked it for him.

after knowing you for so long, who would've thought it'd take him a four month ongoing undercover case to realise that he could finally stand being in the same room with you.

who would've thought it'd take him this long to finally be able to open up to you.

who would've thought it'd take him this long to know that you are not as bad as he thinks.

and who would've thought it'd take him this long to finally realise that maybe, he had caught just the slightest feelings for you.

he likes to think your relationship is like the start of a rollercoaster ride.

first, the excitement of getting on the ride.

you two have spent your entire time being a cop hating each other's guts, yet the excitement of having to argue over the most dumbest stuff was all too exhilarating.

next, the rollercoaster is slowly moving.

you two were assigned to a long term case that would lead you two to be stuck together for the next few months. the ride is slow, exactly like the ongoing case. you both can't wait till this stupid mission is over, just like how someone would want the slow build up of the ride to end.

and slowly, the rollercoaster moves up, heading its way to reach the top.

you and scaramouche have slowly grown to stand each other, even started sorting out all kinds of problems, no doubt helping one another with anything you could. your relationship is getting stronger and stronger.

the rollercoaster stops at the top of the track.

much like any other people that are thrilled to be on the ride, you two were at the very top of your relationship, being more than excited to see where the next stop would be, anticipating for the big drop.

and lastly, the sudden drop.

what you both thought would be an amazing yet exciting drop like any other rollercoaster ride, it instead went down terribly, and next thing you two knew, your relationship was already broken in shambles.

he haven't thought about what the rest of the ride would look like, seemingly as it was no use for it anyways, due to the fact that the ride— or your relationship to be specific, was already down in the drain.

the ravenette frowned even more at the thought. it was probably no use of him for having such vulnerable feelings for you when all you do is repeat the same damn thing you've been doing all this month, which was pushing his feelings, no, pushing him away.

scaramouche opened his eyes, and a set of tears fell out, running down his cheekbone all the way to the side of his face, until finally, it dropped to the sheets of your bed.

fuck, he thinks, dryly chuckling at himself. he's truly in rock bottom now.

LOL! did you really think i was gonna let them kiss and confess that easily

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