#love this genre of images fr

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | knotting

pairing | alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader

warnings | omegaverse elements: knotting, mating press, breeding (and me not knowing like anything about the omegaverse.) unprotected p in v. clit rubbing. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. crying kink. breeding kink (like fr he wants her pregnant lol.) he comes in her. some brief aftercare. alpha!steve is so hot and powerful it's ruining my life.

word count | 859

an | i've wanted to write something substantial for an omegaverse au for sooo long but i've just been so hesitant to bc i don't feel super well-versed in the genre. shoutout to @starksbabie, ao3, and my google images search for teaching me everything i know about knotting LOL. and @brandycranby for teaching me about the mating press lol. if i got anything wrong, please let me know!!

imagine being alpha!steve's prized omega and mate, being fucked and bred by him during your heat 🤤 (nomad!steve is what comes to mind first, but i've also had a soft spot for endgame look for the longest time, so i'll let you take your pick 😉)

steve's the kind of alpha that doesn't let you lift a single finger (in or out of heat); everything's always done for you because duh!! you're his baby!! this is especially true when it comes to sex during your heat. your only job is to be pleasured and bred. your alpha will do everything for you, no need to worry your pretty little head 💕

thinking about him spreading you out on your back, bringing your bottom up to the edge of the bed so he can stand over you and pound into you as you lay there and take it. he gets you nice and comfy, laying a blanket down beneath you and positioning a pillow under your head to make it easier for you to look up and keep eye contact. of course, he knows you'll spend much of the ordeal with your eyes closed or rolled back in bliss 😏

the number one thing you crave during your heat is the feeling of being filled up, and by now steve's fucked you enough to make you crave being filled by him specifically. he's massive, even for an alpha. long, thick, and unbelievably powerful. because of his overwhelming size and strength, he has to maintain a good balance of fucking you hard enough to satisfy you both, but not too hard to prevent injury

the look on his face as he's ramming into you is a mixture of such pure love and authority. he absolutely talks you through it 😔🙏 you're so overcome with pleasure, he understands it's hard for you to do much talking back

sliding in and out of you at a steady speed, watching as your face is washed over with relief as you finally get what you need. "there you go, honey," smiling as he sees your tummy trembling as it's filled up, "gonna keep fucking this pretty little pussy, just keep being my good girl and taking it. let me give you what you need, doll"

bringing his thumb up to swipe over your quivering clit, always a little eager and impatient with how much he loves to see you come. crooning as you whine and wriggle at the burning feeling he's creating, "i know, baby. i know- so sensitive there, aren't you? look at this pretty little clit. so needy for me"

"nng... n-nnn," he loves the soft, weak little noises you're making. and he loves it even more as they gradually grow louder and more desperate, signaling your building climax

he's working his thumb quicker over your slick button to help keep the pressure rising, "c'mon baby, almost there. you gonna come for me? let's see if we rub a little faster-... oh-" he gasps almost mockingly with a smug smile, praising you heavily as you clench down on his swollen length

and god he could never get tired of seeing you coming. watching as your little face scrunches, your toes curling up in delight, your tummy spasming helplessly as you stammer through a string of angelic, breathy whimpers

"goood, so good for me, baby. keep coming for me, that's it," he draws out his words as you're coming down from your first high. your big, watery eyes and soft little squeaks, paired with having just seen you come, and knowing how sensitive and overstimulated you feel now?? it all makes steve's eyes burn as the heat and primal urges within him rise

it doesn't take long for him to near the edge himself. his large hands come down to manhandle you into position, grabbing under your thighs to force them up, your feet splaying out in the air as he leans himself down over you, his speed and forcefulness bringing tears to your eyes

"gonna come, sweetheart. you want me to fill you up? wanna carry my pups in that pretty little tummy of yours? come on, baby-... shit, that's it-.. f-fuck-"

the feeling of his base rounding out inside you has you crying out weakly, your entire body bracing as you feel the pressure in your core reaching its limit. as the heavy band snaps, your poor, helpless form seizes and spasms beneath your alpha. steve's heavy load shoots into you, the tight mass bulging just inside your entrance locking him inside, forcing you to take what you're given

seconds feel like hours. eventually everything fades to soft tingles as the silence is filled by your and steve's heavy breathing. as soon as he's able, he's shifting so delicately hold you against him, his thick knot still pulsing inside you hard enough to let you feel his heartbeat. "shhh, shhh," he's wiping away the tears that escaped down your cheeks, letting you rest your face in the crook of his neck to breathe in his familiar scent. "i got you, doll. just rest now. close your eyes, i'll take care of you"

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙love is never logical | 2023 grid˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pt3

pairing: 2023 f1 grid x nepo baby y/n prost reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, friends to lovers

warnings: spoiled nepo baby:)) 3rd & final part!! fluffy af probably

summary: in which everyone's favourite nepo baby finally feels ready to share her love story with the world ❤️

a/n: last part tehehe this was so fun to write LOL it feels so silly & ridiculous fr but hope u like it i tried to make it not super obvious who her man is but idk if it worked

request!!!: I would love a smau with reader who’s a nepo baby but is everyone’s fave nepo because she’s just living life aesthetically and the grid loves her and she’s hinting at a soft launch (idrc with which driver)

fc: gracie burns

my masterlist

part 1 • part 2 • part 3

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ynprostupdates an image of daniel ricciardo holding a mystery woman in an embrace from last night has been circulating, rumours saying it was y/n prost. could daniel be the mystery man that y/n has been soft launching on her social medias the past few months?

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[normspellsman]

I Believe You

pairing: lo’ak x older sister!reader

genre: angstish, fluff, & comfort (from reader to lo’ak)

word count: 1.7k+

warning(s): sad!lo’ak, mentions of jake scolding + punishing lo’ak, lo’ak crying, reader being the best big sis fr, lo’ak is a total big sister boy, cursing, & sibling bonding

request details: here!

taglist: @aonungsmate @dearstell @goodiesinthecloset21 @optimisticblazetrash @thatonegirlwiththebeanie367 @minkyungseokie @liyahsocorro @universal-s1ut @amortencjja @arminsgfloll @blushhpeachh @sweetirilly @iwannahaveaprettyaesthetic @bambisposts-blogs (requested the plot! <3)

word bank: toruk makto — rider of last shadow, tawtute — human; sky person, & tulkun — whale like creature residing in awa’atlu

note: was originally titled “my baby bro” but then i came up with this plot & trashed my original idea bc i felt like i could write this better & actually have motivation to write this :).

Lo’ak is known for getting in trouble. Either his loud mouth or actions, mostly both, got him into scuffles with his parents. This time was no different.

He had bonded with Payakan, a tulkun who was outcasted for something that any other being would do when forced to see their Mother be killed in front of them. In Lo’ak’s eyes, Payakan’s actions were driven by his sadness and were justifiable to a point. He knew how much the creature regretted the lives lost that day. If the same thing were to happen to him, Lo’ak would react the same way.

He felt understood by Payakan. They both had a significant physical difference from the rest of their species, making them feel isolated and alone in the large planet of Pandora. Made them feel judged and ridiculed for being different from the rest.

Not even thirty minutes prior, Lo’ak got chewed out by his Father, scolding him for talking back to the Olo’eyktan and doing something he, yet again, shouldn’t be doing. His Father never failed to make him feel like the black sheep of the family even though they are more alike than he’d hoped. It sucked. It really did. He just wanted people to see him. See all of him, even the messed up and alien parts of him.

One person only came to mind when he thought about people seeing and accepting him for who he is. You.

You were the eldest daughter of the Sully family. The token child. The perfect image of what a Na’vi should look like. The one that carried the burden of being Tsahìk or Olo’eykte one day. The one who, despite all the push back, saw Lo’ak for who he is.

You absolutely adored Lo’ak when you were younger, only being around the age of four when he was born. You refused to let your parents pry him away from your tiny arms when you held him way longer than you should’ve. You loved holding him and talking to him in the baby voice your Father always did to you and your other siblings, gently running a small finger down the flat bridge of his nose. You loved singing him to sleep or rocking him whenever he began to fuss, dropping everything to come and comfort your baby brother. And even though he is all grown up and is ‘too cool’ for your affections, you still give it to him anyway.

Not like the teen boy would ever admit it, but he loves whenever you’d rub his back when he didn’t feel good, rebraid his hair when it outgrew the current braids, hug him a little too long after a scouting mission, and especially when you’d pat the empty side of your mat for him to lay down on, comforting him with your warm embrace as he dozed off into a peaceful slumber. When he was younger, he was much more greedy with your attention and affections, pouting to you whenever you gave Neteyam or Kiri an extra kiss goodnight or fussing when you didn’t say your usual goodbye before heading off to train for the day. Lo’ak was practically attached to your hip throughout his adolescence years, clinging to your leg wherever you went. There was always a different connection you and Lo’ak had compared to your other siblings. It was something special and was hard to explain. You just understood one another, no matter how either of you looked or what you went through.

“What’s wrong, baby bro?” Your voice asked, concern laced in your voice.

Of course you knew what was wrong. You practically heard the whole thing from the other side of the island. It didn’t take long for Tuk to inform you of what happened when you arrived home either, sadness written on her face as she told you the story and how they haven’t seen Lo’ak since then.

You found him minutes after your interaction with Tuktirey. He was sitting on the beach, staring off into the horizon as the waves lazily lapped at his feet, legs brought up to his chest as his chin rested on his scarred knees.

“Nothing,” Lo’ak mumbled, eyes stuck on the eclipsing sun. He refused to look weak in front of others, not wanting to ruin his image as Toruk Makto’s second son, especially if it was someone he looked up to.

You hummed in response, not believing his statement. Lo’ak was unbelievably stubborn, something he got from your Mother. It was a good trait to have at times, but it made it harder to break down the boys walls when they needed breaking. Too stubborn for his own good, you thought, settling yourself next to your brother.

“Sure, and the sky is green,” you replied, smirking at your stupid joke. But Lo’ak only rolled his eyes and huffed your way, bringing his knees closer to his chest.

You always tried to crack a joke or two to make him feel better. It worked at times, usually when he was younger. You hadn’t tried this method in a while, too caught up with running away from your home clan and trying to fit into the Metkayina’s way of life. You hadn’t been able to comfort Lo’ak the past times he got scolded by your Father. Something that you felt sorry for and regretted. You were the eldest Sully child. You felt the need to comfort all of your siblings whenever they needed it. You felt awful for not being there for your youngest brother when he desperately needed it.

“I think what you did back there was stupid,” you started, your words causing Lo’ak’s ears to pin themselves to the sides of his head, “Talking back to the Olo’eyktan was really stupid. Especially in front of the Tsahìk. I mean, she scares the absolute shit out of me.”.

Your words seemed to have an effect on Lo’ak as you heard a small sniffle come from him, signaling that he was going to cry or already was. Your heart dropped at that fact, urging yourself to finish your thoughts.

“But, I think it was also brave,” you add on, turning your head to face Lo’ak, watching his reactions, “I don’t think I could ever do what you did. I’d probably shit my pants before speaking to Tonowari like that. You truly have bigger balls than me, little brother. I also think that it was sick that you bonded with a tulkun. I mean, that’s gotta be like, a record or something! First Omatikaya to ever bond with a tulkun.”.

And before Lo’ak could even utter a word, you wrapped up your thoughts with a final, “Has a nice ring to it: Lo’ak, the Tulkun Rider.”.

Fat tears run down the expanse of Lo’ak’s cheeks, rolling down the skin and onto his neck and chest. He felt so frustrated with his parents and how no one was listening to him about Payakan. How no one cared about what he saw or what he felt when he bonded with the creature. He saw what he saw and felt what he felt. He knew out of any of them the truth about what happened and how much regret Payakan carried around. It wasn’t fair. None of it was.

You gently placed a hand onto your brothers shaking shoulder, bringing him in closer towards your body so he could lean into you. Your four-fingered hand came to grasp his five-fingered hand, thumb rubbing the back of his hand in comfort.

“I’m really sorry that I wasn’t there for you before to comfort you. I should’ve been there for you when you needed me,” you whisper, the hand on his shoulder moving to his head to play with his grown out braids. I’ll have to convince him to let me rebraid them, you thought to yourself, knowing that it won’t take much for him to agree to your request.

“I’m sorry that Dad yelled at you and made you feel the way that you feel. He’s always so harsh on you. It’s not fair,” you added, soothing down his hair as his cries quieted down and softened. “He treats us like soldiers instead of children. He seems to be stuck in his tawtute ways recently,” you continued, shaking your head at the realization.

“For what it’s worth, Lo’ak. I believe you,” you said, causing him to pull away from your figure and to stare up at you in shock.

“You do?” He asked, ears perking back up in interest.

You merely nod, smiling down at your brother, “You’ll have to take me to meet Payakan one day, baby bro.”.

Lo’ak brightly grinned at your words, jumping up to hug you. “You’ll love him, sis! I’ve already told him all about you,” he commented, excitement evident in his voice.

“All good things I hope,” you laugh out, embracing Lo’ak.

Lo’ak only hummed and nodded in response, suddenly tired from all of the crying he did. He reached up a fist to rub his eye, ears flickering back as he did so. You knew he was tired. You could see it all over his face.

“Turn around,” you whispered, gesturing for your brother to turn his body around so his back would be facing you. He obeyed your order, sitting crossed legged as his tail wrapped around his waist and slightly curled at the end, anticipating your next move.

Once you put your fingers in his hair and began to slowly unbraid each braid one by one, a smile creeped onto Lo’ak’s face as he relaxed against your swift and gentle fingers. He missed the times where you would willingly rebraid his hair for him and put beads in his hair that matched the ones in yours. It was nice to have you do something that comforted him when he was child again. It was nice to have you comfort him. It was nice to have you as an older sister.

As time passed and the sky got darker, Neytiri had begun to look for her two missing children, stumbling upon them on the shoreline seated next to each other as they whispered and giggled amongst one another. The Mother of five smiled at the sight before her, heart swelling at the interaction. She knew of the kind of connection you shared, knowing that it ran deep and beyond her understanding as a Mother. She knew that no matter what, you’ll always have each other. Yeah, she thought, he’ll be just fine.

[byhees]

seeing you in glasses.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 700 genre fluff established relationship non-idol au warnings not proof-read kissing skinship petnames — more

a/n. requested!

heeseung would look at you with such adoration, it’d be the cutest thing ever; would gawk at you, as in, full-on ‘you’re so beautiful, and so surreal, and so stunning’ kind of gawking. it’s the feeling where, you’re already so, so pretty, and now? you’re even prettier than he’d last seen you! he’d pull you into the sweetest of hugs, little kisses peppering the surface of your face; “never take these off, m’kay?” that’s not… quite possible, but hey, whatever makes him happy…

jay would shower you in compliments— he finds you so adorable in those glasses; would probably jokingly raise his fingers, numbers swiftly flickering before your eyes— “babe, what number is this?” gosh, he’s lucky he’s so cute; in all seriousness, he’d probably cling onto you for the entirety of the day, complaining about how he hasn’t admired your pretty face enough…

jake would freak. out. but in the best way possible; he’d probably erupt into the loudest, most cacophonous symphony of “oh my god”s, his eyes never tearing away from the pair of glasses perched atop your nose bridge; first instinct is to pull you into a sweet hug, because let’s be real, how can he not when his girlfriend looks so adorable? second instinct is to take a whole bunch of pictures with you, because he just has to capture your pretty face— definitely changes his phone lockscreen to one of them…

sunghoon would be beyond shocked; when you mentioned ‘running some important errands’, he hadn’t expected for you to show up, as pretty as ever, with those cute little frames; would probably lightly pull you by your waist, bringing you close to his body. would definitely tip your chin to meet your eyes, wanting to properly confirm what he’s seeing; would be so in love with the image of you wearing your glasses, to the point where he tries to grasp every opportunity to see you in them—grabs them from the bedside counter, and plops them on your nose bridge after your shower. before you’re able to process anything at all, you’d be sitting between his legs, glasses donned, as he gently dries your hair…

sunoo would be so, so surprised. i mean, that’s his pretty girl over there, wearing glasses! the type to pepper kisses all over your face, soft affirmations slipping past his lips— “you look amazing, my love”, and here you are, melting into a puddle from how sweet his smile is; would ask you, with the most endearingly serious expression ever, if he should get a pair as well, wanting to match with yours. “imagine how cute that’d be! little one, and little two”, he’d suggest, eyes beaming with a pretty twinkle…

jungwon would shamelessly stare at you, mouth slightly agape; even as you’re carrying on with your daily tasks, his gaze always finds some way to linger on you, eyes fully transfixed by how breathtaking you look in glasses; “baby, look me in the eyes and tell me you’re real”, he’d say, eyes glittering with full-blown admiration— you’re ethereal; would go in for a kiss, but pause after remembering the new accessory atop your nose bridge— lightly pushes it up, a small smile tugging on the corners of his lips. “there”, he’d whisper, before leaning close to plant a pretty kiss on your lips…

riki would be so taken aback, but in the most pleasant of ways possible; tries to conceal his little surge of excitement from you, but fails unknowingly due to the curve of his lips— i mean, he can’t help but to smile at the sight of you in glasses! it just comes so naturally; playfully calls you his little nerd, knowing fully well that he’s crumbling and melting at the way you glare up at him, the frames of your glasses emphasising your pretty eyes even more. “uh, it’s alright, i guess”, that’s what he says, but here he is, internally squealing at the way you lean in to press a peck to his cheek, the frames brushing against his skin…

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[senseichaos]

Howdy howdy! I ADORED "You Can't Run. Hell. You Can't Even Hide" The balance between absolute fear, dizzy hypnotic confusion, and wide eyed admiration that the reader character holds for Vox is immaculate! Also them calling him Mister Vox is just Chef's kiss (it is WAY too hard to find xReader fics or even just fics in general where the honorific is Mister (C/N) and I love every one I find). The clothing change moment was probably my favorite, I'll always be a sucker for the representation of being broken and rebuilt in someone's image combined with the gift of pretty clothes. I keep going back to reread the whole story.

I know it's a oneshot, but since your requests are open, I figured I'd shoot my shot and ask if you would make a part two where Mister Vox just wrecks us, preferably sexually. We did leave off on him finding us trying to run away, do we not deserve to be punished for such an offense after all he's done for us? I also would love to see if/how much Vox has to push us to slowly become happy to be his, if that's something he wants (I could imagine having a rowdy unwilling runaway as his possession would get frustrating after awhile and be terrible for his image). There's honestly so much potential for what could happen next, and even though I could stew in my imagination, I would very much love to be at the mercy of your interpretation of the funky TV man a little longer.

That said, take your time, I know you've gotten a huge influx of Hazbin requests, hell I wouldn't be surprised if someone else already requested something similar to what I requested. I also understand if you can't/don't want to fulfill this request for any reason, that's what makes it a request. No matter what, you're an amazing writer and I hope you have a wonderful day!

💙✨

AAAAAAH!! I love you sm! When I saw this request I knew I had to do it at some point! I'm giving you the name 💙 anon from now on so if you request again I know it's you!

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Forever and always

(part 2 to: You can't run. Hell, you can't hide either)

Summary: After that day you attempted to escape from Vox, you had become somewhat accustomed to this new life you are forced to be living. Or you were until Vox gives you your first day off, causing you to find something out that would change how you live forever.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror (?)

Warnings: Non-Con, Yandere behavior, Possessive behavior, Sadism, Masochism, Electric shocks, Mind control, Drugging, Love potion, Vox is an asshole, Hurtful language, forced, gilded cage, soul contracts, unprotected sex (DONT), Vox owns reader, dacryphilia, let me know if I missed any!!

(not proof read)

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That day you attempted to escape from your gilded cage you wished to escape again, though vox had managed to continue his control. Even when he tugged you back by your electric leash you felt that horrid sinking feeling. This was it. For the rest of eternity as you know it Vox has you. He owns you, your soul, your body, your life; or well, lack thereof. You couldn't run from him no matter what you did, he practically controls the pride ring, keeping you tethered there like a puppy on a leash is simple to him. He has eyes everywhere. You cannot hide anywhere.

Recently Mister Vox has become a lot more... Touchy. Those fleeting touches of his fingers against your back, poking against your chin, pressing into your neck, swiping against your bottom, touching against your bosom. There is an odd burning feeling to it, you don't want to enjoy Mister Vox touching you in such ways, you don't want to enjoy it when he sucks his teeth at you or licks his tongue against his gums. But you do. You can't quench that desire. Especially when he'd moved you into his room from your apartment building. He hadn't made you share a bed with him, thank Lucifer, but he had made you sleep near enough to him that you can tell when he's.. pleasuring himself. Almost as if he wants you to hear him.

You and Mister Vox have never been better, besides from such hurdles. You stay obedient no matter how badly you wish to escape his arms. To cut all of his tight bounds on your body and run away. You'd figure out how, one day, you would.

"Good morning my dear! Did you have a gratifying sleep?" This is how most mornings go, Mister Vox will wake you with a poke if your side and a coffee in hand, already fully dressed and done up. You've always considered yourself a light sleeper, so you never know how he manages to make you a coffee every morning without so much as stirring you awake. You smile, nodding softly as you pry your eyes from his two dimensional face.

"Thank you Mister Vox, uhm.. did you have a good sleep as well?" You ask, taking a sip of the perfectly made coffee. Vox smiles, nodding as he takes a seat on the side of your bed.

"Of course, my dear. So, I know you have been working very hard recently... So I've decided to give you the day off!" Mister Vox declares, outstretching his hands as he gives you a manic smile. A day off? Why? This has to be a test. he's just going to leave you.. alone? For a whole day? This has to be fake, a joke, a flook.

"Oh my dear don't look so surprised! You've been a very good girl recently so I thought you deserved a day off," Mister Vox pauses, looking up at the roof for a second before peering back at you. "Now don't think this means we don't have rules, you are to stay in here for the day. If you want to go shopping I have to accompany you, alright? But I do have an appointment in an hour so it won't be for long,"

"Remember, I have eyes everywhere.."

You laugh awkwardly, shrinking into your own figure.

"I know Mister Vox.. I wouldn't forget," You can't stop that sorrow from entering your voice, but quickly you put on that mask of a smile once again. Mister Vox clasps his hands together, that red dripping from his maw again. "Great! Now I'll see you soon, be a good girl for me, hm?" He says, ruffling your hair atop your head with a condescending gaze.

"Yes Mister Vox," you reply simply, watching as he disappears in Into a blue line of electricity, shooting into the camera.

Fuck. Now what?

You can't remember the last time you were given this type of freedom, even if it wasn't a lot of freedom. Often you were tethered to Vox's side. Everyone in the building knows that you belong to Vox. Everyone outside of the building probably knows this, too.

There's this odd feeling in your stomach, this odd feeling as if you were floating. It happened every time you drank your morning coffee, but you'd always assumed it was just that feeling of awakening from slumber. But today, oh today it is stronger than ever before. It's as if you can feel every nerve in your body be rewired, every single hair on your body stand on end. Every sensation is doubled.

What the fuck was in this coffee? What is this euphoria? What is this yearning.. this yearning for Vox? You suddenly wish he was here, with you, holding you, calling you his good girl.. m

Shaking your head to rid yourself of such thoughts, you stand from your bed, fixing the large blue shirt you wear (that vox often asks you to wear when you sleep) as you walk to the kitchen.

The kitchen in Mister Vox's room is a large area just off to the side of his desk space, lined with many kitchen appliances and red cabinets. You are determined to figure out what he's putting in your coffee, what's making you feel so emotional. Needy. Awful. You scan the room, finding the coffee machine in the corner of the room with a couple bags next to it. Coffee, sugar, creamer... Nothing suspicious yet, it seems. Crouching down, you look open the cabinets beneath the coffee machine. Looking through the half full area.

Then you saw it, a small vial hidden behind a spare bag of creamer labeled 'Valentino and Velvette: Love potion'.

Terror shoots through you, causing you to drop the vial to the floor. It shatters everywhere, leaving the pink liquid to seep into the tiles below. He's drugging you. All this time, you feeling this want for him, burning at his touch, listening to him as he jerks himself off late at night. You wanting him to do things to you. It's all part of his plan to make you his, completely. To make you want to be his.

Burning tears fall down your cheeks, humoring you as you stand on shaky legs from the tile. What do you do? Now more than ever you want an out, a loophole, a way to take your soul back from his greedy claws. Anxiety, terror, hurt, worry, pain.

You want to prevent yourself from doing anything drastic, you really do. But all you can feel is this pain, this pain as you run on your feet to the balcony door. Trying your hardest to pry open the doors as they rattle loudly, shaking them, pulling them, pushing them. This evil man can't keep you here for any longer. You'd do anything to leave, ruin yourself for him, do something awful, make yourself less attractive to him.

Nausea. Headache. Your knees buckle as an electric blue overtakes your vision. What is this? You can't breathe, Vox. Vox. Help. Your head clouds, words fill your brain and you feel yourself being wrapped up by sharp claws. You can't scream. Help me. Please.

"You really think it's that easy?" Mister Vox.

"I can't believe I trusted you alone, even for a minute. After all I've done for you, as well. After I gave you a life some would dream for. Stupid girl." He sounds mad, horridly mad. Regretful. Throbbing takes over your body as sound waves film your ears. You can feel him lift you into his arms, placing you down onto a soft surface harshly.

"How am I supposed to make you understand this? You're mine,"

Your vision slowly comes back, until all you can see is him as he stares at you from above. His eyes are dark, domineering, needing. He's ready to take. What is he doing? All you can feel is his claw as it travels up your middle, between the valley of your breasts, stopping at the middle of your neck.

"Now, my dear? Are you going to let me teach you a lesson? For being such a brat?" You gasp, feeling his hand as it circles around your neck, effectively taking some air from your lungs. You shake your head, attempting to move your heavy legs from him with wet teary eyes.

"Nonono! Get off, please, get off!" You cry, writhing in his grasp. He sighs, rolling his eyes as he clicks his fingers. Suddenly a pulse of electricity goes through you, causing a shock to blur your eyes and pull a scream from you.

"Every time you try anything I'm shocking you, Dove. Don't try to escape from me, it's not going to work," he grins, laughing at your frightened teary eyes. "I can do whatever I want to you, my dear! I fucking own you!!" He growls, using his hand that isn't around your neck to push your thighs to your chest, revealing your bare pussy from beneath your oversized shirt.

"No please.. I'll do anything..?"

"Oh I'm sorry dear, but this is what I want more than anything right now.. maybe you should have thought of this before making such a racket and alerting everyone in the building, hm?" He says, dragging his clawed finger through your building wetness. He finally takes his hand from your neck, instead using it to keep your thighs in place as he pinches your clit between his sharp claws.

"Ah! Mister Vox.. hurts..!" You wail, wiping your tears from your eyes as he continues to abuse your sensitive bud between his fingers. He chuckles looking up at you as you gasp in pain.

"Hah! Wail all you want, dear, no one can save you." Vox guffaws, finally taking his claws from your clit. Only to plunge them into your aching hole without warning. You moan out, feeling the sharpness of them inside of you as he curls his fingers into your g-spot.

Mister Vox revels in your wails of pain and pleasure, fucking you with his clawed fingers harsh and fast. His claws are surely are scratching you from the Inside, he can tell by the way your hands tremble and clasp over your lips.

You can't help but feel good. This masochism of yours that forces it's way into you. Every scratch of his fingers inside of you just makes you want to cum. You can't give him that satisfaction, you can't let him know that you are enjoying every second of his claws thrusting inside of you. This is awful. You hate it. You hate that you love it.

"Is my little dove enjoying this? Awe.. to scared to admit you fucking love this?" Vox laughs sadistically, giving you an extremely harsh thrust of his fingers into your g-spot. You squeal, vision going white for a moment as his fingers go at this manic speed. You feel your orgasm build, wishing to break through the walls and release. But you can't let it, you won't let him have that. You'll never let him have that feeling knowing he's won.

"If you don't cum I'll fucking ruin you, dove."

You gasp and choke on saliva, clawing on the bedsheets below as he forces you to orgasm. There's no getting out. He knows that you are trying not to cum. And he won't let it happen.

"Yes.. Mister Vox.." you say softly, hole clenching around his fingers as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. Vox makes sure to drag it out, giving you slow rhythmic thrusts of his fingers to watch your body contract and writhe with pleasure.

"Good dove, listening to commands for me," He says softly, stroking the side of your cheek as he kneels between your legs. You want to pull away, but once again that burning and yearning feeling fills you. That stupid potion had an effect, and you can tell. From the way you feel a dizzy want when he looks at you to the wetness that continues to build between your thighs.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you so hard.." He laughs so himself, smiling crazily as he presses his hand to his face. "I'm gonna fuck you SO FUCKING hard, you won't even remember who I am anymore! How does that sound, my little slut?" Your lower lip wobbles as more tears threaten to fall from your eyes.

"Awful.." you whisper.

Another strong electric shock goes through you, causing you to scream out Mister Vox's name in pain as your body is left shaking and aching.

From the corner of your eye, you see Vox unzipping his fly.

"Wrong answer! Haha! Wrong fucking answer stupid slut," He growls, pressing the tip of his cock to your hole without a care. There something wrong with him, he's acting more crazy than ever before. He's getting off on your fear, getting off on your pain, getting off on knowing you can't do anything but be his.

With a loud slap, Vox sinks his entire length into you. You scream, clutching onto the bedsheets for dear life as he looms over you. He doesn't even give you a moment to let you rest, immediately setting a ruthless pace with his hips into yours. Every thrust causes your vision to go spotty with the pure force he drives his hips with, groaning with every thrust as he stares completely into your face as it scrunches in a pleasurable pain.

"S'too much! M-Mister vox It hurts!" You cry, reaching out to press your hands against his shoulders, clawing into his coat. You don't even care anymore, you want at least a small bit of comfort from these strong unforgiving thrusts. Vox chuckles at this, leaning down closer so he can capture your lips in a (forced) yet passionate kiss.

His long electric blue tongue immediately finds its way into your gob, passionately fornicating it against your own as his thrusts send you into a sort of floaty state. Vox maps the entirety of your mouth, tasting every crevice of you from your lips to the back of your throat. He thrusts almost ravenously like a dog, tip of his cock sometimes painfully pressing against your cervix.

Pulling away, Mister Vox looks Into your eyes, revelling in the way you claw at his back. You whimper and moan loudly, eyes fluttering closed as a tear falls down your cheek. He kisses it away, looking up at your closed eyes with a grin.

"Open your eyes, dove. Look at me while I fuck you." You cry out, opening your eyes for him so you can see him look at you with pleasure.

"Y-yes Mister- Ah! Vox.."

He chuckles, thrusting into you extremely hard. You can see the bulge of his cock in your stomach, poking against your skin in such a way you almost want to touch it.

"I'd fucking breed you if I could, fill your filthy cunt with all my little babies so then you can't even dream of leaving.. but I can imagine," Vox rambles, taking your cheek into his hand so he can look at you longingly- and almost affectionately. If it weren't for the position you're in you'd almost be enjoying this moment.

"Mister Vox!" You cry, back arching as your orgasm begins to prod at your stomach.

"Hm?" He asks, grunting as he thrusts into you.

"Can I cum? Please! Please please please.." You beg, legs quivering wildly. Vox chuckles, giving you an adoring look as you bite your lower lip.

"Awe look at you! Asking Mister Vox to cum and everything.." Vox begins, biting his lip as you sputter on a moan. "Of course you can, dove. Let go so I can fuck my cum into you.."

You scream his name when you cum, digging your nails so hard into his back you're sure his coat has tears in it.

You'd given up. Well and truly. You wouldn't admit it. But you've finally accepted it. You belong to Mister Vox. Forever and always.

Forever and Always.

Vox gives you one last thrust, emptying his cum into you with a moan from his own lips. Eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, Vox drags out his orgasm by serving you a few more small quick thrusts, making sure every last drop is inside of you.

But when he has, he doesn't pull out.

"Mister Vox.. pull out.." you whimper, wiggling your hips against him.

"Haha! As if. I said i'd fuck my cum into you, didn't I? I haven't done that yet.. okay?" He asks, stroking a hand through your hair.

"Yes Mister Vox."

[myysaints]

°˖ ⊹ ꒰ YT22 ꒱ REAL OR NO? ─ YUKI TSUNODA

... (PART TWO)

YUKI TSUNODA x f!japanese!kpop idol!reader

⌗︙・ summary — you’ve known yuki tsunoda all your life, but the world doesn’t know that. so when your relationship is accidentally called into the spotlight, fans understandably freak out – after all, who thought that these two worlds would collide?

genre — social media au, fc: sakura from le sserafim

notes — part two is here!!! the tumblr 30 or wtv image limit is so annoying, it's the whole reason why i had to split the fic over two parts 😭 the link to part one is here if you haven't read it! hope u enjoy xx

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yourusername  very much real ❤️

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yukitsunoda0511  愛してる (I love you) ❤️

yourusername  ❤️❤️ 너무 사랑해요 (I love you so much)

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yukitsunoda0511  I’ve known Y/N almost my whole life. We grew up together, she lived across the road from me. From the moment I met her I knew she was going to be a very special person in my life. Little did 5 year old me know that she would become the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with! Y/N, you have made me the happiest person alive. I’m so proud of you and how far we have both come. I can’t believe I’ve gotten to be the one you call home for almost 8 years now. I love you no matter how near or far you are, how early or late in the day it is for me, how happy or sad you are. Seeing you perform is the most magical thing, and I hope that I can bring the same happiness when I win in Suzuka again next year 😁 I know i say this all the time when I’m with you, but I can’t help it - 愛してる. I love you. 사랑해. Thankyou for making me the happiest me possible ❤️

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Hii can i request childe thoma and diluc with an s/o that has trouble communicating? Like s/o didnt have a good childhood growing up. So whenever they want to say "i love you" they do it through actions like giving gifts and hugs. Sorry if this was long! Have a nice day :)

hi friend! hopefully this was something along the lines of what you were looking for! (i tried lol)

"another day"

childe, thoma, diluc (seperate) x gn!reader

genre: fluff (??)

word count: 1k

tags: all characters are in a LTR with the reader, childe being serious (ikr what the heck), lowkey husband material thoma, diluc can't communicate fr but he tries

tw/cw: one mention of injury i think, talking about feelings, love languages, copious volumes of physical touch (sfw bc THIS IS NOT A HORNY BLOG)

a/n: i hope this is acceptable. also sorry i haven't posted in a hot minute, school is getting on my shit rn :((((( (it was very hard to find a name for this)

childe has always been able to tell that your love language was not words of affirmation. at first in your relationship, he felt a little weird about it, and constantly told you that you could talk to him if you needed to. he didn’t feel that you were hiding anything from him, more just thinking that you felt you couldn’t tell him things because of how often he was at work. childe is not the most serious person in the world, but he definitely wants to know how you’re feeling at the times when he isn’t joking around so much.

after he asks you about it, and you give a brief explanation of your feelings towards him, and perhaps why things are the way they are, he will slowly get better at reading you based on your actions. He finds acts of service absolutely endearing, like when he’s going to make his lunch for the following day at the bank, only to find you’ve already packed it for him, or when he’s sustained a small injury in battle and you tend to him.

he will come home from work early one day (he got sent home bc he kept daydreaming about you), only to find you arranging a bouquet of flowers for him. ribbons and greenery and flowers and a vase laid out on the living room floor, and you carefully putting each flower in place like it was the most delicate craft known to man, so concentrated that you didn’t hear him come in. he knocks gently on the door upon entering, as to not startle you…

“baby? what’s all this?”

“oh, nothing…”

“are these for me? how sweet!”

“no! i mean yes? i mean- i thought maybe-... do you not like them?”

“i love them, and i love you!”

he gently grabs your wrist to get you up from the floor, pulling you right into his arms and placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

thoma is very socially aware (?). since he spends so much time around people, he can easily tell how they’re feeling and what they're thinking, which is a skill he doesn’t really even notice himself having, or one that he notices himself using on you. he knows what you’re thinking sometimes before you even do! he realises that sometimes people need space to understand themselves and is more than happy to give that to you, and understands if you don’t give him words of affirmation. he’s pretty secure in his image of himself, so it’s easy for him to understand if you express your love in a different manner. 

thoma is someone who has a LOT of love to give, but is so busy sometimes that when he has a super packed schedule for the day, he will condense all that care and compassion into a short space of time, be it the morning, when you’re eating together, or when you’re laying together in bed, slowly falling asleep. if you fall asleep before him, he will wrap his arms around you, and whisper about how he loves you before falling asleep himself. 

he totally giggles when you’re cuddling him and touching or poking at his cheeks out of boredom, or running your hands through his hair. will just start cackling and not be able to stop, and suddenly you’ve both succumbed to laughter and are just melting in each others arms.

he has a routine of cooking dinner for you at least 3 times a week, and despite the fact that you tell him you will help he will insist that you don’t lift a finger. so you will sit on the bench in the kitchen and adore him. he’ll literally be rinsing rice and then turn back around and you suddenly hug him. 

“so anyway i was thinking, if i cook the broth just a little bit le- oh? hello there. what’s this, hm? let me set this pot down first, sweetie.” 

diluc has never been in a relationship before you, so at first he doesn’t notice the fact that you face difficulty with expressing your feelings towards him. he understands very well how you feel about him from the way you act, and hopes you notice his feelings towards you too. he doesn’t really like the idea of couples being all in each others faces too much, he honestly thinks its a little cringe and over the top. it's all about the little things with diluc, he's a simple man.

understands that you love him when you brush his hair for him, or put your arms around his waist when he gets home in the evening. he knows that this is how you express your affection for him, and he trusts you enough to let you do these things, whereas he would never let anyone else do this.

he’s not a very poetic person, so he finds it a little hard to find the words to explain how he feels about you. he will instead settle for small gestures to show his appreciation for you, and hopes you know how much you mean to him. 

he knows how important communication is though, so despite the fact he knows you both might have problems with it, he tries his best to make sure you know how he feels about you. eventually he will probably approach you, speaking in a low, gentle tone in an attempt to initiate a very loving conversation about how you both feel. he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, and wants you to feel safe, so if you don’t want to talk about it he will give you a hug, assure you that it’s completely okay and say it can wait for another day. 

[himeryu]

– Moth To A Flame (Scara x Reader)

PAIRING Scaramouche x Fem!Reader (ft. Zhongli)

GENRE social media au, senior high school au

SYNOPSIS Despite doing everything to earn his affection—becoming the student council vice president and a perfect role model student at the cost of hiding your true personality—you were officially rejected by the student council president, Zhongli. You decided that you need a distraction. So why not become the club manager of your childhood ex-best-friend’s band who abandoned you? 

TAGS attempt in comedy, fluff, angst, drama, jealousy, implied sexual content (no smut)

WARNINGS might be ooc, unrealistic depiction of high school and school bands, all images used are just pose references NOT a depiction of reader, not everyone in the fic are 18+ HOWEVER most of them are, cw images of cats, kys/kms jokes

STATUS might start this after Love Rivalry ends (depending on my choice)

profiles: favored student council | emo band | main student council

prologue. lying angel (🪁)

ACT I – like a moth to a flame

01. all because for a man

02. bet on your love life

03. apologies through call (🪁)

04. mr. perfectly fine

05. aftermath

06. i hate you

07. wtb lf manager

08. it's me

09. scammer? no, scammed.

10. he remembered

— bonus. childhood with you (🪁)

ACT II – and you’ll leave him, you’re loyal to me

– to be added

note: the weeknd inspired me this fr

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enhypen's reaction to their s/o dressing nicely for an important meeting

gn!reader x ot7

genre: fluff

wc: 1070

warnings: none that i've found !

requested!! tysm

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Heeseung ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

you hadn't informed him of tonight's big meeting at the company that you're interning for 😭

it was a staff only event meant to discuss the details on their new marketing project

so you hadn't deemed it important for him to know

so you can imagine his surprise when you walk out in a new outfit looking expensive af (slay)

"hey honey... do we have a date tonight? did i forget?" he asked, already pulling out his phone to check his calendar

you had to assure him that there was no date and he hadn't forgotten before explaining that you had a meeting to attend

when he calmed down, he didn't say much but his mind was running a mile a minute

a bit jealous that your coworkers get to see you like that but he doesn't 💔

gives u many many kisses before you leave mwah

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jay ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

your # 1 hype man fr

you told him that your workplace had an opening event tomorrow and that you had a company-wide meeting today to discuss any last many details and go over the plan once more

but OH NO 😱 you didn't know what to wear DUN DUN DUN

lucky for you you have the handsomest most fashionable bf in the whole wide world to help you teehee

so OFC Jay over here raids both your and his closets looking for the perf fit for you bc his angel has to look the prettiest it's just a last minute brief chill

once y'all finally pick out smth for you to wear, you go change and come out and WOAH he must've seen a real angel this time bc you look amazing

he thinks he fell in love all over again 🥹

sends you off to your meeting with the proudest smile on his face bc that's his s/o

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jake ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

knew about the meeting

you practically had to rely on him to be your calendar bc even when you write things down you forget them 💔 (me too babe dw)

so he understood that you were presenting your new product plan to your boss today

he just didn't understand why you had to do it wearing his favourite outfit of yours 🤨

like excuse you how dare you look so good and walk out that door AWAY FROM HIM

doesn't say anything tho bc you're his pretty lil darling and he loves you ☺️

buys you new accessories while you're at your meeting as a treat for himself 😭

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunghoon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

you actually work at Music Bank woot woot!!

you had recently been promoted to creative directer and you were presenting your first ever ideas for possible sets for upcoming performances (hang with me here idk how mubank staffs work)

and the MCs had to attend bc idk their companies like to see them suffer ig

but they weren't suffering bc you're besties w Wonie and ofc you have your lovely bf Hoon 💞💞💞

Sunghoon didn't actually know that you were giving the presentation so when he walked in on you and Wonyoung chatting he stopped dead in his tracks bc holy cow they're good looking 😳

could not get over the fact that he's dating you

eventually got cocky and started bragging about it to everyone who would listen (read: you and Wonyoung) that he has the prettiest s/o ever aw

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunoo ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

you were the CEO's assistant so you had to go with her to all of her important meetings

this time y'all were meeting with a partnering company to discuss product promotions

and you wanted to look your absolute best to give your company a good image!! especially since your boss won't be there today due to her kid having the flu so you had to take over for her ᕙ(  •̀ - •́  )ᕗ

you woke up, made breakfast, showered, got dressed, and when you came out all ready Sunoo was sitting down eating brekky

he looked up when you entered and he gasped so big that you were worried he'd choke 😭

nonstop praises from your bf, he had to make sure that you knew your worth

needless to say, you left with a huge smile on your face and feeling more confident than earlier

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jungwon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

your job was mostly work from home so you didn't typically dress up much

but the CEO of your location called for a big meeting that everyone needed to attend (i hope y'all know what i mean by your location, like the building you would work at if you weren't working from home)

so you got to dress fancy woo!! :D we love dress up

it was a kind of last minute message though, only 2 days advance, so you didn't really have time to go shopping and had to work with what you had

but that's okay bc you're cute af 😘

on the day of, you spent the morning getting some work done and preparing for this afternoon's meeting

on your way out the door, you passed your boyfriend in the living room and told him you were headed out

"okay- dang"

"what?" you asked, cocking your head, but he said nothing, just looking away to hide his flustered expression

you shrugged and didn't think much of it, heading to your meeting, but you stayed in his thoughts all afternoon

when you got home that evening he made sure to give you all the compliments 🥰

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Ni-ki ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

you have your first ever job interview omg!!!

you spent like two weeks planning your outfit and scripting responses to possible questions lol

but finally the day has come and you were ready to ace this interview!!

you had on a cute set of clothes that you had bought when you and Riki went to the mall w some friends and did your makeup nice and neat and innocent and professional

but you were still nervous ㅠㅠ

so you fted Riki like 5 minutes before you had to leave so much for great planning asking what he thought of your outfit and boy was STUNNED

like,,, speechless

eventually you got worried bc what if he doesn't like your outfit but he doesn't want to hurt your feeling and that's why he isn't saying anything 😣

but that was far from the case

he broke out of his spell after a minute and started praising you nonstop

before you hung up he wished you luck on your interview and kissed the screen 🥰

a/n: omg this was so fun to write bc it's like an idea always in my head, anyways stay stunning babes!! ALSO SORRY THIS SUCKS ㅠㅠ

©️ bearseulgs 2022

[lively-potter]

— trials of athena ; two

— genre ; enemies to lovers, kinda slow burn, friends to lovers

— warnings ; a hella lot of cursing, some typos ( of course 🙄😬 ), mature themes, smut, athena doesn’t like feelings, fluff, smut, angst, some violence, a teeny bit of blood and gore, JK’s a dick fr

— intro, teaser, part one

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— 2024 © LivelyPotter all rights reserved

— word count ; 1.5k

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam

— chapter two ; a continuum of bad choices

♡

May 21st, 2023 9 PM

"Huh, what made you decide to call after leaving me on fucking open for three hours, bitch?" Sawyer hollered through the phone, making me yelp.

"Ow, you cabbage head! You scared the hell out of me." I whined, pressing my hand to my ear – risking a glare out my window.

Sawyer snickered, "Well, I am naturally terrifying."

"—No, you're not." I retorted dryly, "You act like a kicked puppy most of the time."

My reply had Sawyer huffing and puffing on the other line.

"Fine, I'll let you have that one, cunt."

"Hoe."

"Proud of it!" He swung back, causing me to laugh. My best friend Sawyer never failed to make me laugh when I was pissed, sad, or depressed. "So, what brings you here?"

"A continuum of bad choices and a neighbor that I want to shank." I sighed, throwing myself down on my pillow when Sawyer tutted. "He's such an asshole," I grunted, still thoroughly bothered by the daft beaver nugget next door.

"Spill." Sawyer ordered brightly – he, like my mom (and me) loved to hear all the latest gossip. With a sigh, I told him every little detail of this morning, and I definitely didn't forget to add the part where the mothereffer was half naked.

"Soooo....lemme get this straight; this dude – although fine as fuck and looked like he was created specially in God's image – was rude and slammed the door in your face?"

"Yep," I giggled, sounds about right. "and I can't forget to add that the bastard's bedroom is across from mine." I spoke suddenly, remembering I saw that bitch next door making his bed up. Gosh, I needed to stop spying out my window...until he got curtains, of course.

"At least you have the privacy film on your windows at home." Sawyer chuckled, "maybe you'll get lucky and see his dick next time."

My face flushed heavily, "Ew! Ohmygod! Sawyer, you nasty little bitch." I squealed out a loud giggle, wishing more than anything he was back in the states.

Sawyer left a month ago with Raven (one of his dads) to Russia for father/son bonding. I missed him desperately – but apparently, he'll be back home soon.

Sawyer sighed lowly, "Dude, I wish I was back home so I can get a look at this handsome bastard. Do you think he's gay?" he asked wistfully.

My eyes widened, "I don't know! I don't make assumptions like that; plus, why would you want to date that ass?" I asked, kicking my shoes off my feet, and sitting up.

"From what you told me about him, he'd be a good fuck." He laughed; I imagined my crazy bestie shrugging his shoulders.

"How do you know what a good fuck is, bitch? You're a virgin... but he definitely would be – he's got a lot of piercings; you think he's got his you-know-what pierced?" I asked, biting down on my lip as wild thoughts raced through my brain. I don't know why I was telling him this, but Sawyer was my other half, I could talk to him about anything.

"C'mon babe, don't be a prude." Sawyer mocked, "It's called a cock."

"Shut the hell up," I choked out through my embarrassment. A noise down below distracted me from Sawyer's howling laughter. My lips parted when I crawled across my bed, knees digging into my pillows to peer out the window.

And there he was.

I watched my insanely attractive neighbor dressed in jeans, big black combat boots and a black oversized hoodie lock his door and jog to his sleek black Mercedes.

Sawyer's voice grew muffled in my ears as my neighbor turned and looked up. A squeak left my lips when his eyes looked in the direction of my window.

"Shit." I scrambled away from the window before stopping shot. "Wait a fuckin' minute..." I mumbled, crawling back towards my window, "He can't see me." I murmured, now remembering I had a privacy film over my window.

Quite a handy thing to have, they can't see in, but you can see through it.

I'm kinda nosey (not in a bad way, I hope).

"Hold on just a wee bit, Sawyer." I called, "the dickwad next door just left." I said, seeing him jump in his car and drive off.

I backed away from my window and picked my phone up.

"Sorry 'bout that, what were you saying?" I asked, resuming my conversation with Sawyer.

"I wonder where he's headed off to so late." Sawyer mused causing me to roll my eyes playfully.

"Don't know, don't care."

(I was lying to myself)

*** May 22nd, 2023

3:15 AM

The loud thumping of a door closing from next door roused me from my sleep.

Cursing myself for being such a light sleeper, I rolled over and threw my weighted blanket back over my head and closed my eyes once more; hoping sleep would claim me once more.

Minutes passed; I was snoozing once more.

...until drunken giggle (more like a shriek) startled me once more.

Ugh, shut up and lemme sleep...

My thoughts became jumbled as I breathed deeply, on the precipice of falling into a deeper slumber.

The stumbling of drunken feet grew louder and louder, as if they were nearing me, until a door flew open and banged against the wall in the house next to mine. My eyes flew open and darkened in anger once I realized the annoying noises and fuckin' giggling next door wouldn't be stopping anytime soon.

"Sweet daughter of Zeus." I mumbled, flinging off my warm blanket off my body and stumbling to my feet. My brain was half awake and half alert when I nearly tripped over my phone charger.

"Owwww!"

"Shit. Fuck. Damn it," I hissed, doubling over in absolute agony as my pinky toe caught the edge of my bedframe. I fell down on my ass – momentarily forgetting the shuffling next door – to cradle my throbbing toe.

"Stupid fucking neighbors." I huffed, carefully getting to my feet, wincing once I applied pressure to my foot. I paced for a second until the pain wore off and wiped the sleep out of my eyes.

A tired groan left my lips as I pressed a knee on my bed, leaned over my bedframe and peered out my bedroom window, into the one across from mine.

One glance was all it took for every ounce of exhaustion to leave my body. All that was left was shocked, mortification, and disgust (with a slight sprinkle of envy, but I'd die before I would ever admit it).

I was unable to tear my eyes away as I witnessed a gorgeous woman with long blonde hair and tan legs that seemed to go on for miles fall down onto her knees in front of my neighbor.

Wut. The. Fucking. Hell.

A embarrassed squeak left my lips and I threw a hand over my innocent eyes to shield myself from this display.

Ohmygod.

I had never seen anything like this in my life.

Slowly, I peeked through my parted fingers and choked.

And nearly die as I watched my hotter than the sun neighbor ruffle his hands through his dark hair and peer down at his lady of the night. I watched, transfixed on his face as his mouth parted and he started speaking, I watched his lips open and move as he pronounced each syllable.

Gods, I wanted to know what he was saying.

But I kinda got the gist of what he had said when the lady immediately went into action and started unzipping his tight pants that clung to his rock-solid thighs. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't look away.

My dickwad neighbor peered down at her with a dirty little smirk, as he was enjoying the way she was entirely at his mercy. I gulped when he bit down on his lip – the silver hoops threaded through his lips made the action even more attractive.

WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME????

LOOK AWAY YOU STUPID BITCH.

THIS IS A VIOLATION OF PRIVACY.

But why! Just why was my dickwad neighbor getting a BJ in front of his fucking window? A window without curtains concealing his gorgeous body from view. A squeak left my lips once his pants were to his knees...along with his boxers.

And then his you-know-what was out in the open...for all eyes to see.

I almost choked to death on my spit as I saw the fucking beast he had concealed underneath his clothes.

It was fucking huge. The biggest I've ever seen.

I pitied the poor girl next door.

He'd tear her in two.

A glint of silver caught my eye and I had enough.

I flew away in an instant and tripped over myself to get to my bed.

I threw the blanket over my head and grabbed at my phone. Once it was in my hands, I cringed at the brightness and immediately turned it down.

With trembling fingers, I tapped on Sawyer's contact and waited for the bitch to answer.

"Yo."

"I was right! I was fucking right, Sawyer!"

"Ohhhh..." he hummed before stopping, "Wait. What were you right about again?" he asked, causing me to roll my eyes.

"That dick pickle neighbor of mine has got his dick pierced." 

author’s note ; ✨

hi, everyone! Ihope you all had a great day! thanks for reading.

[grishaverse-chaos]

The Darkling

why I like them: could have been SO GOOD in theory okay? I will never shut up about this because "character who everyone thinks is evil is actually just the victim of a smear campaign and some really bigoted propaganda" is SUCH a good character concept and I wish darkling fans were right about him because it would be so fucking cool and aesthetic

why I don't: he uh. he isn't that. he could have been so fucking iconic and instead he was just a vicious murderer. who grooms teenage girls.

favourite episode/scene: LOVE the bit where alina stabs his hand in s1e8. tbf that's more of a fav alina moment than anything else lmao, let me think... okay fr I love the "fine. make me your villain" scene bc it just really showcases who he is as a character and how he sees himself (hint: those two things are not the same)

favourite season/movie: imo he's better written in s1 of the show than in s2, idk though. and I do love his story in the kos duology lmao

favourite line: that one bit in rule of wolves where he says "everything I have done has been for ravka" because it's so clearly Not True and yet.... he clearly thinks it is.... so where does intent stop and impact begin...... it's deep okay

favourite outfit: purely for shits and giggles I'm going to say his black kefta in s2 where there's bits of gold bc I loveeee people being haunted by those they've wronged and I think alina haunting him really fits into that theme

otp: no thank you! in all honesty he prob could have been Fixed™ if he'd had a genuine relationship at an earlier age but he didn't so I refuse to inflict him on any other character. darkolai is interesting to consider though bc I feel like the ways they see themselves clash so heavily.... it's about self image and it's about villainy and law and justice and power and and and. they would Not be a good relationship but I think they should interact more for the Narrative

brotp: his sister ulla! they'd have such a fun sibling dynamic lmao I think it'd be sweet

headcanon: tbh I don't tend to think about him much beyond the big narrative stuff so I'm struggling to think of something that fits the genre of "headcanon".... but let's humanise him a little! I bet he reads really literary fiction and gets ever-so-slightly pretentious about it lmao

unpopular opinion: is it unpopular to say that despite his original good intentions he's a bit of a dickhead and not as smart as he thinks he is? in some corners of the fandom it totally is but idk

a wish: at this point there's not much more that could be done with his character beyond what's already been set up (him being mercy killed so he's not suffering in the thorn wood for all eternity) so I'm going to say that I hope his stans get better reading comprehension bc dear GOD some of the takes I see (posted in the alina tag btw I'm not deliberately seeking them out) are absolutely horrendous. is that too salty? perhaps. idc though it's my blog and darkling stans are free to block me if they don't like my takes

an oh-god-please-don't-ever-happen: I swear if he goes NEAR alina genya or zoya again I will reach through the fourth wall to kill him myself. only half joking btw I'd be so pissed. imo they've all had the closure they need narratively and for him to seek them out again would be a dick move of the highest degree

5 words to best describe them: used to have good intentions. that might be cheating but idk if I can pick 5 random adjectives lmao

my nickname for them: I call him darkles sometimes (bc it's funny and also I think it'd piss him off if people called him that in-universe) also a lot of less positive nicknames ("that prick", "shithead" etc) but idk if that counts

[regalityandcoffee]

My Massive List of Goth Bands and Song Recs (with youtube links)

cause I'm sick of people being gatekeeping assholes to newer goths

First of all, goth is not a genre of music. It's a subculture. A music based subculture. You can dress like you work at Justice as long as you still listen to some bands.

There's no such thing as goth music. Again, it's not a genre. There are several popular genres in the goth scene including post-punk, new wave, synthpop, industrial, SEVERAL different genres of metal, etc.

Here's two picks I'm going to warn you are controversial in advance because of the... nazi shit the leads were on

Joy Division ◇ Damn good band, BUT ITS LITERALLY NAMED AFTER THE PROSTITUTION WING OF A CONCENTRATION CAMP. After the death of the lead Ian Curtis, the remaining members made the band New Order!

Type O Negative◇ insanely good, but fuck Peter Steele all my homies hate Peter Steele

My Favorite Bands That aren't typically considered goth BUT THEY'RE HONORARY TO ME OKAY

Duran Duran! They just got back together this year after decades! Here's one of their newer songs, "Black Moonlight"

Love and Rockets

Public Image LTD

The Smiths (tons of goths love the Smiths too, plus it would piss off Morrissey to be called goth so dkwkwlqlw)

My Chemical Romance. I have never met a goth who didn't like mcr.

Concrete Blonde

Nine Inch Nails. Duh. Also Trent's cover of "Dead Souls" by Joy Division fucks HARD.

Tears For Fears. Those are my boys fr.

The Psychedelic Furs

Interpol

Pixies

Kate Bush

Now let's get to the CLASSICS

Bauhaus

Sisters of Mercy

Strawberry Switchblade

Depeche Mode

The Cure

Concrete Blonde

Ministry

New Order

The Damned (also front leaders of the punk movement in the UK. In Dave Vanian we trust)

Killing Joke (funfact: they had beef with Nirvana and it's very silly)

Skeletal Family

Coctau Twins

Echo and The Bunnymen

Clan of Xymox

The Cramps

Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds (they did the theme to Peaky Blinders! That song is called "Red Right Hand"!)

New-ish Acts to be on the look out for

Vision Video (the lead, Dusty Gannon, is the goth dad of tiktok!!)

Molchat Doma (the vibe is "Joy Division, but what if Ian sung in Russian?")

Evanescence (one of the most famous and best Nu-metal acts of all time)

Editors

London After Midnight

I, Monster

She Wants Revenge

Classic Goth Singles

A Forest ☆The Cure

Black N0. 1 ☆ Type O Negative

Effigy (I'm Not An) ☆ Ministry

Bizarre Love Triangle ☆ New Order

Cuts You Up ☆ Peter Murphy

Desperate But Not Serious ☆ Adam Ant

The Passion of Lovers ☆ Bauhaus

Some Of My favorite Singles:

Total ☆ Killing Joke

Wolf Moon ☆ Type O Negative

Blue Dress ☆ Depeche Mode

Shadowplay ☆ Joy Divison

The Calling (MK II) ☆ Death In June

Incubus Succubus II ☆ Xmal Destchland

Lust For A Vampyr ☆ I, Monster

Public Pervert ☆ Interpol

Cybersex _Trevor Something

Street of Dreams ☆ The Damned

Dress ☆ Buck Tick (aka the theme to Trinity Blood)

Favorite albums:

Songs of Faith and Devotion ◇ Depeche Mode

Pornography ◇ The Cure

October Rust ◇ Type O Negative

Power, Corruption, and Lies ◇ New Order

Bloodletting ◇ Concrete Blonde

OKAY I'M DONE! NOW GO FORWARD AND BE GOTH! AND REMEMBER...

And remember... it's goth if you say it's goth. Ily.

[sunlaire]

Tagged by @clandestinegardenias

The rules: take your 3 most recently liked songs on Spotify (or the first 3 that pop up on shuffle, whichever you want) and you have to 1) choose a line from each song to be a fic title and 2) tell me the genre of fic it would be and any other fic description you feel inspired to include.

Take What You Take by Lily Allen, and I would absolutely use the line "Feel what you feel as long as it's real"

Deeply emotional fitzier fic of James coming to terms with who he is outside of how others see him. They survive and make it back to England, and there's a scene when James is invited to attend a dinner (they don't invite Francis) and he's getting dressed up, looking in the mirror as he'd done a thousand times, already imaging how he'll turn his recovery into a story. He's saying the words to himself, practicing his laugh at the right parts while he tries to tie his stock. strugling a bit with getting it to lay right, he's tied and untied it three times now, he happens to look up and catch sight of himself. he stops. The clatter of dishes and loud crowds that had filled his head just a moment ago are fading away and it's just him in the mirror. And he realizes he doesn't want to go. In fact, the story he was just conjuring seemed so thin and false. He hasn't laughed out there. he hadn't pulled himself up, attributing his strength to the notion of some queen far away. It has been Francis who saw him to safety and never let him give up. So he finishes getting dressed and shows up at Francis' place unexpectedly. It goes without saying, they smash hard🔥🔥🔥

Clean Slated State by The Altogether, and wow this song has so many lines that would be perfect ah but I'll use "Build a quilt from all who have loved me"

Rossier fic. It opens with a letter written and sent and returned. Angst angst angst. I think it would bounce POV between Francis and JCR. There are some near encounters but they miss each other. The netsilik group Francis lives with packed up and travelled just before James got there, that kind of thing. And it's a story of Francis' declining health and James' fierce love for his 'friend'. Of course they finally meet up in the end , and with him James brought letters and pictures of people who love Francis and it's just angst city

Above the Clouds of Pompeii by Bear's Den and oooh I'm using "The flowers slipping from your hand"

Fitzier hanahaki fic time >:) with franics being the one hacking up flowers. He's SO annoyed. It starts long before he's ready to even broach the subject of falling in love again. Of course. Twice rejected and so far removed from the world as they are, it's ridiculous. And yet. Blanky has to shake sense into him, he says "you're either going to see to this thing or you'll die. And you're not dying." And when he says it, it ruffles franics. But dammit, he's right of course. He's being unreasonable continuing on like this, bearly able to breath at night. "Well, what if I don't want to be this man. Rejected and-" he gestures vaguely with a swing of his arm, words leaving him in his anger. "and pathetic in my feelings. Unwelcomed and unwanted as well. What if I can't stomach it." He confesses. The anger fizzles out and he scowls, feeling raw. Oh I'm so simple when it comes to hanahaki fics fr fr but yeah he admits that he needs to take care of this. So he gets bundled up to make the walk across the ice in the polar night. And he's wheezing and sounds like death. After a solid 2 months of avoiding him, James is shocked to see Francis nearly collapsing in his doorway. He shoots up from his seat alarmed and Francis jabs a finger in his direction, bearly able to talk, he gets out "now you sit back down. I mean to have words with you." For the first half of the conversation James doesn't know if he's being insulted or complimented for every nice thing Francis says, it is with a tone of utter frustration lol

Okay tagging @paellegere @apocalypticdemon and @jurassic-cunt

[yuyubeans]

ATEEZ; would you rather

pairing: OT8 X would you rather (from this)

genre: would you rather (NSFW, MDNI)

wc: ??

~Make out with Yeosang or dry hump Yunho?

I love dry humping :3

~Give Mingi a lap dance or have Wooyoung do a sexy dance for you?

id legit explode in my pants tbh

~Tease San under the table at dinner or Jongho tease you under the table?

want him to use my little body

~Give hickeys to Yeosang or get hickeys from Seonghwa?

I love getting hickeys, like, it feels like claiming

~Praise Hongjoong or receive body worship from Yunho?

I love body worship :3

~Blindfold Mingi or be blindfolded by San?

I can just imagine his little Adams apple bobbing

~Sexting with Wooyoung or send dirty snaps to Seonghwa?

kinda insecure but I love sexting

~Choke Yeosang or be choked by Jongho?

he's so fucking strong omg

~Pull Hongjoong’s hair or Yunho pull your hair?

HIS BIG HANDS OMG

~Tie up Wooyoung or Jongho tie you up?

wanna hear that brat whine!!

~Beg for Seonghwa or Mingi beg for you?

sub!mingi is my roman empire

~Ride Jongho’s thigh or sit on San’s face?

HIS FUCKING THIGHS

~Dirty talk with Seonghwa or Mingi?

mingi :3

~Spank Wooyoung or Hongjoong?

WOOYOUNG.

~Get spanked by Jongho or Yunho?

both?

~Deny San his orgasm or Seonghwa deny you yours?

kinda don't like edging so yk

~Have Yeosang as a master or Hongjoong as a pet?

mean yeosang... omg

~Touch yourself and make Yunho watch or Mingi touch himself and make you watch?

can image mingi begging to cum omg

~Call Hongjoong ‘daddy’ or Seonghwa call you ‘mommy’?

kinda hate calling people daddy

~Receive aftercare from San or give aftercare to Wooyoung?

I love aftercare :)

~Skype sex with Hongjoong or phone sex with Yeosang?

again, I don't like seeing my face

~One night stand with Mingi or friends with benefits with Wooyoung?

fwbs with mingi?.... either way I need consistency

~Studio sex with Hongjoong or practice room sex with Yunho?

BOTH OMG

~Receive nudes from Seonghwa or a sexy video from San?

HWA. HIS LEGS SPREAD OPEN I BEG

~Cowgirl position with Jongho or doggystyle position with Yeosang?

I'm kinda weak so yk

~Hot tub sex with Mingi or shower sex with Yunho?

omg.

~Give oral to Yeosang or recieve oral from San?

wanna get face fucked fr!!!

~Seonghwa cum in your mouth or Wooyoung cum on your face?

I love face shots

~Jongho cum on your thighs or Hongjoong cum on your stomach

I love feeling like an icky little slut omg

~Car sex with San or sex under the stars with Yeosang?

sounds so romantic :(

~Take Mingi’s virginity or Yunho take yours?

both at the same time.

~Library sex with Wooyoung or movie theater handjob with Yeosang?

I love exhibitionism

~Lazy morning sex with Yunho or late night sex with Jongho?

I love lazy sex with big boys :3

~Wear a collar for Seonghwa or San wear a collar for you?

I'll be his pet omg

~Rough sex with Hongjoong or romantic sex with Jongho?

use me :3

~Receive anal from Seonghwa or give anal to Mingi?

i'm amab so I kinda got no other way but both

~Suck on Yunho’s fingers or San suck on your fingers?

those, mother, fucking, hands, omg

~Wall sex with Jongho or mirror sex with Wooyoung

I don't like my face :(

~Hongjoong finger you or give Yeosang a handjob?

I love being fingered omg

~Overstimulate Mingi or be overstimulated by Wooyoung?

:3

~Woosan or matz threesome?

mommy hwa.

a/n: this is insane omg yummy yummy yum

© yuyubeans, 2024.

[lveclouds]

↬ pairing/characters: choi seungcheol x reader, other members may make appearances/be mentioned 

↬ genre/aus: lovers to exes, heavy angst, a tiny bit of fluff (mainly from flashbacks), song au, sad ending, slight college/university au, first love, childhood friends 

↬ summary: in which you remember your first and only love and how he broke your heart. 

↬ rating(s): m,18+ (see warnings) 

↬ tw: heavy swearing, mentions of alcohol/heavy consumption (reader gets a bit drunk), failed love (im so sorry), seungcheol breaks reader’s heart but at least he’s a sweetheart about it, reader needs a hug fr (the other members are her support system), bittersweet/sad ending, heartbreak (im so sorry y’all), mentions of bullying (brief, mainly verbal), brief mention/description of a horrible nightmare (seungcheol has one in a flashback), seungcheol is kind of bad at feelings and starts to pull away from reader, miscommunication (smh), mentions of emotional breakdowns (very, very brief and not very detailed)

wc: 4.2k

↬ note: sooo yeah this is yet another fic that came out of left field oops- anyways this fic is loosely based off ‘half a heart’ by one direction, which is one of my favorite angsty songs ever, like of all time. this fic is going to HURT so prepare tissues and brace yourself, for this is quite possibly one of the saddest things i have ever written. also, did i search for a ‘sad one direction songs’ playlist on spotify to write this? maybe. also yeah the summary sucks because i can’t write them to save my life <3 this is also my first scoups fic :) 

tears stung your eyes as you sat in the front seat of your car, knees tucked into your chest, heavy raindrops pelting the windows. you clutched a worn, gray hoodie to your chest, the faint smell of sage and rosewood invading your senses. it’d belonged to your first love, choi seungcheol. he’d lent it to you after a drunken asshole had spilled his drink on your dress during a night out, insisting that it looked better on you than it did him after you’d tried to give it back a few days later. 

the mere mention of his name was enough to make your heart ache. your body shook with soft sobs as images of his gorgeous smile flashed across your mind. the memory of his gentle touches and kisses were burned into your skin like a brand. 

and if you closed your eyes, you could still picture him beside you, lacing your fingers with his as he drove, humming softly to whatever song was playing on the radio, see the utter fondness and adoration in his eyes whenever he looked at you, cleaving your heart into two, never to be made whole again. 

loving seungcheol had been as easy as breathing, and a decision that you would never regret. he was kind, selfless, and loved with all his heart. and while seungcheol wasn’t overly affectionate, he showed it in other ways, whether it’d be through small acts of service or words of affirmation. 

he would always comfort you after a shitty day of classes or work, holding you in his strong arms as you sobbed into his chest. seungcheol was unfailingly patient with you, never pushing you to talk about anything if it was too difficult to do so, and always gave you space and time whenever you needed it. 

it’d been enough to convince you that seungcheol would be a permanent presence in your life. hot tears scalded your cheeks, blurring your vision, and a helpless whimper escaped you, clutching the hoodie tighter, like a lifeline. the day things had ended would forever haunt you, for it was when your entire world had collapsed around you. 

seungcheol hadn’t lashed out or screamed at you like you’d thought he would. instead, he had simply given you a sad, teary smile, holding you flush against him, pressing a soft kiss onto your hair. you had sobbed into his shirt, curling your fingers in the soft fabric, the comforting scent of rosewood and sage hitting your nose. 

“i’m sorry love, i’m so sorry that things between us had to end this way.” “then why? why don’t you stay?” “you deserve better than me.” and with one last kiss to your cheek, soft and gentle, he left, taking your heart with him. 

the days that followed were miserable, and you would’ve likely spent the next few months holed up in your dorm, curled up in your bed, if it weren’t for your friends, dokyeom, joshua, vernon, hoshi, woozi, dino, seungkwan, mingyu, minghao, jun, wonwoo, and jeonghan. they showed up to your dorm, with mingyu threatening to break the door down if you didn’t let them in. 

dokyeom, joshua, woozi, and vernon brought all your favorite snacks and offered to watch all your favorite movies and animes, even the sad ones. hoshi and jeonghan held you when thoughts of seungcheol managed to worm their way into your mind, running gentle hands through your hair and whispering comforting words in your ear. 

dino and seungkwan took you out to your favorite karaoke place, singing all the sad love songs and angry break up songs, and even treated you to some korean barbeque afterward. wonwoo took you on a shopping spree to your favorite local bookstore, insisting to pay for any books you wanted. 

minghao and jun listened to you whenever you needed to rant about how hurt and heartbroken you were about how things had ended between you and seungcheol, offering their advice every now and then. they both hated seeing you so distraught, especially over a man you had bared every piece of your soul to. 

mingyu insisted on making you home-cooked meals, filling your fridge with tupperware laden with your favorite comfort foods. he made sure that you ate at least three times a day, and that you didn’t starve yourself, not even for one second. “i refuse to see someone i care about spiral, and if cooking you a million home-cooked meals and the others tease me for wearing a frilly apron is what it takes to get you to eat, then so be it.” 

you truly didn’t deserve your friends, especially because they took it upon themselves to walk with you to and from your classes, glaring daggers at anyone who snickered upon seeing your bloodshot eyes and rumpled clothing or seemed they would ask questions about why a certain someone wasn’t by your side. 

seungcheol had been your support system for as long as you could remember, even before you’d become a couple. you’d been childhood friends, having lived next to each other in the same small neighborhood for years. 

your families had been very close, always inviting one another to parties or for dinner. you’d met him on a sunny day in march, when the spring flowers were in full bloom, and that day had arguably been the best day of your life, for you’d met your soulmate, your best friend. 

elementary school had been a blur, though you vaguely remembered how seungcheol was fiercely protective of you, threatening to beat up the boys who thought you were weird and way too quiet. he had even gotten into a fight with one boy after he’d insulted you, calling you a freak, which had landed him in detention for weeks. 

high school was eventful, as it was the time you and seungcheol were discovering what you wanted to do with your future, as well as experiencing your first crushes and heartbreaks. during your sophomore year, seungcheol had comforted you after your first breakup, when your then boyfriend had broken up with you over text, stating that he had found someone else. 

he had come over to your house, bringing you all your favorite snacks and watching the cheesiest and trashiest romcoms you could find on netflix, letting you sob into his shoulder and running gentle fingers through your hair. 

“that asshole didn’t deserve you, not for one second. he’s a fucking coward for dumping you over text, and a complete and utter idiot for even considering breaking up with you in the first place. you’re beautiful and kind and the most genuine person i know, and anyone who doesn’t appreciate you for who you are can go to hell.” seungcheol had said when you’d broken the news to him the day after the breakup, immediately taking you into his strong arms and holding you close. 

and, when college began, you began to fall in love with your best friend. you couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you realized that your feelings for seungcheol were anything but platonic. perhaps it was when you started noticing the broadness of his shoulders and the way the muscles in his arms flexed every time he picked up something, or how a simple smile from him was enough to send your heart racing. 

ultimately, though, it was how seungcheol was always there to support and comfort you in any way he could, always going out of his way to make sure you ate properly, dropping by your dorm at ungodly hours at night, holding plastic bags full of snacks or plenty of takeout boxes, insisting that you eat something before passing out. and, no matter what, he always listened. 

you’d had a habit of rambling, especially when you were stressed or angry, and seungcheol would listen attentively and carefully to every single word, even if it was complete gibberish. he’d always lend you a shoulder to cry on, and was always there to wipe away your tears with a tissue or the pad of his thumb, light green eyes soft. 

you had fallen in love with him, slowly, then all at once, and despite your previous reservations and doubts about if dating your best friend was a good idea, you knew that keeping your feelings bottled up would only make you miserable. 

your confession had been nothing short of emotional, with your heart aching impossibly and tears streaming down your face, out of fear that seungcheol would scorn you or be disgusted. instead, though, he had pulled you into the gentlest kiss of your life, a light touch of lips to lips, and his hand cupping your cheek tenderly. 

you’d felt light, as if a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders, for seungcheol hadn’t pushed you away or scorned you. he was the only person that made you feel all those emotions and, as clichè as it was, the only one you felt safe and accepted with. 

like most new relationships, yours had felt straight out of a fairytale. seungcheol was loving, attentive, and extremely caring. and, every time you were apart, he would send you a daily selfie, sending you texts such as: i miss you:(( or make sure to eat today love, okay?  and, if he was feeling particularly sappy, god, you’re so fucking beautiful, i wonder how i got so lucky. 

and sure, some of his texts were extremely cheesy and a bit cringe, but they made you smile all the same. seungcheol always made sure to tell you how much he adored you, and, every night, he would ask to facetime just so he could see your face and say good night. 

when seungcheol would spend the night at your dorm, he would insist on making you dinner, gently shooing you away from the kitchen when you’d tried to help. “i appreciate you wanting to help love, but all i want you to do is sit on the couch and relax, okay? you can even take a nap if you want, i know how exhausting classes can be. i’ll wake you up once dinner’s ready.” 

you sobbed, burying your face into your hands. memories of you and seungcheol sneaking kisses whenever he’d stop at a red light when driving, a warm hand on your thigh, him brushing your hair from your face; the way his eyes crinkled every time he smiled, the loud, boisterous laugh that would spill from him after you’d tell him a terrible joke, light green eyes fond, and the way seungcheol’s kisses had ruined you for anyone else, flashed across your mind. 

even now, you weren’t sure when things had gone wrong. of course, your relationship wasn’t perfect, with your fair share of petty fights here and there, but nothing too major. seungcheol was also a very vocal person, and if he was sad or angry with you, he would communicate as much.

he could also get a bit possessive and jealous at times, especially when you had started to become close with mingyu and his friends. when you had met mingyu, it was during your junior year of college, and after bonding over music, you had become fast friends. then, after a few weeks, mingyu had introduced you to his friends, and the rest had been history. 

while seungcheol was happy that you had people to support and look after you when he wasn’t around, he still had had moments of jealously, sulking and pouting when you would laugh at something mingyu or any of his friends said or when you got distracted by a funny video they would send you. 

though, he usually stopped sulking and pouting after you showered him with kisses or allowed him to use your lap as a pillow whenever you were watching tv or movies with him, carding your fingers through his hair. there were other times where he would purposefully flex his muscles around mingyu, which was a sight that never failed to amuse you, especially because the aforementioned male was a lot taller and a bit more muscular. 

“y/n, why does your boyfriend always look like he wants to murder me every time i so much as breathe?” mingyu had asked you one day over lunch. “it’s kind of hilarious, if i’m being honest.” wonwoo had added, dark hazel eyes glittering with mirth. you had shrugged, struggling to keep a blush from forming on your face. 

“i don’t know, i guess it’s because he’s not used to our friendship yet. but he doesn’t get angry or anything like that when i tell him that i’m spending time with you guys.” “good,” minghao had said after a long stretch of silence, “i don’t have to beat him up then.” at that, seungkwan had snorted. “you can’t even hurt a fly, much less a living, breathing, human.” “i can still try.” the former had mumbled. 

seungcheol had always been a private person, keeping to himself most of the time, and was pretty guarded, even with you. it’d taken a long time for him to open up about his struggles and worries, but you never pushed. you’d waited for him to openly express such things, and it had been worth it. 

throughout your relationship, you had never really seen him cry, for he was usually the one comforting you. that had all changed when seungcheol had called you at an ungodly hour at night last spring, asking if he could spend the night at your dorm. “hi love, i’m sorry if i woke you, i know it’s late.” he had said, voice notably strained, as if he were holding back tears. 

“no, it’s okay, what’s wrong?” a long pause, and then:  “i woke up from a nightmare and i’m feeling so unsettled. is it okay if i spend the night with you, love?” your heart had ached at how vulnerable he sounded. “of course, do you need me to get anything?” “no, i just need you.” 

he’d shown up on your doorstep thirty minutes later, light green eyes red-rimmed from crying, tears streaming down his face, and your heart had ached for him. seungcheol had all but thrown himself into your arms, sobbing into your neck, and you had never seen him break down, not like this. 

the rest of the night had been spent with seungcheol in your arms, rubbing comforting circles on his back and carding your fingers through his soft, dark hair. “do you wanna talk about it?” you’d asked after a while, when his sobs had subsided and his breathing had evened out. “it was horrible, love, absolutely horrible. and fucking terrifying.” your heart broke at how small and helpless he sounded. 

“what was it about? you don’t have to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable.” seungcheol had shaken his head resolutely. “no, i don’t want to keep this from you. besides, i know that if i keep this to myself, i’ll go fucking insane.”

“it was awful, and i don’t know exactly what caused it, but all i know is that i was standing on the sidewalk, and you were standing on the other side, looking radiant in that light blue dress you love so much, and you stepped out to cross the street, and-god, it f-felt so real, and it was so fucking terrifying.” 

with every shaky syllable, every word that came out of his mouth, you had felt your heart slowly breaking into fragments. it’d been enough for tears of your own to form, and you didn’t bother to keep them from falling. 

“it just.. the dream felt so real.” seungcheol had whispered, voice shaking, and you couldn’t help the choked sob that escaped you, holding him closer to you, sobbing into the crook of his neck. 

your heart ached as you remembered how after that night, he had started to become closed off, and pull away from you, little by little. he’d pull away everytime your fingers so much as brushed against each other, and even flinch when you tried to kiss his cheek.

 your dates became tense, awkward, and rushed, even to the point where you would be lucky just to get a few minutes alone with him. and whenever you noticed that he seemed to be bothered by something, seungcheol would refuse to speak to you about it, and became even more guarded than usual. 

it was as if that fateful night had completely changed the dynamic of your relationship. sure, he hadn’t been very open and expressive with his emotions before, but he would always let you know if something was bothering him.  you had tried not to resent seungcheol for it, for you knew that the nightmare was something that had truly shaken him, and was likely the reason why he had suddenly become distant. 

when you’d finally gathered up the courage to confront seungcheol about his strange behavior, you expected him to lash out and yell at you for being so nosy. much to your shock, he had looked at you, light green eyes full of regret.

 “i’m sorry, love, i know that’s a terrible fucking apology, and definitely not the one you deserve, but hurting you was the last thing i wanted to do, and that’s exactly what i did. and i don’t think i’ll ever be able to forgive myself. so, shout at me, argue with me, break my heart. just don’t give up on me.” those words alone had been enough to erase any lingering anger you had, and seungcheol had embraced you afterwards, holding you close while you sobbed into his shoulder. 

outside, the heavy rain had slowed to a gentle downpour, turning the world into mist and water, and you sniffled, hugging your ex-boyfriend’s hoodie to your chest, relishing in the comforting scent of sage and rosewood that somehow still hadn’t faded away. 

you felt absolutely pathetic, sobbing and lamenting over someone you’d broken up with four months ago, but you couldn’t help it. choi seungcheol had been your first and only love, and you weren’t sure if you could ever fully love someone else, even after he had broken your heart. 

a bitter laugh spilled from your lips, unprovoked, and you fought the urge to scream in frustration. seungcheol had ended things because he thought he wasn’t good enough for you, or some bullshit like that. a small, dark part of you believed that the real reason he had ended things was that he just simply didn’t want to be with you anymore, from the way he had purposefully distanced himself. 

at the time, you didn’t even realize that seungcheol hadn’t told you why he had distanced himself from you in the first place, and that alone was enough to ignite the small flame of resentment and anger in your veins. you hated thinking about him, for only the memories were too painful to recall, and it made you want to scream in frustration. 

you were glad that your friends were not around to see you in such a hapless state, for they were all fast asleep at the airbnb you’d rented for the summer. as much as going on vacation with them was painful, as it was something that you and seungcheol did quite often in the past, it was nice to get away from seoul for a little while, even if it was temporary. it’d been joshua who suggested the impromptu trip, insisiting that it would benefit you to be away from home for a few weeks.

and, in a way, joshua had been right. the first few days of the vacation had been peaceful, relaxing, even, and you’d been able to spend time with mingyu and the others without thinking of the man who had ripped your heart into pieces. 

though, there were also nights like these, ones where you were unable to sleep, and your thoughts got the better of you, and the memories of seungcheol were too much to bear, and you snuck out quietly in the middle of the night to get some air. 

you knew that your friends wouldn’t be angry if you woke them late at night, especially if you couldn’t stop thinking about him, but you had noticed the dark circles under their eyes, tired from the long hours of traveling. so, you decided that not waking them would be for the best.

 besides, you weren’t sure if you could bear to see the pitying and worrying looks from them if they knew you were still having emotional breakdowns over someone who had hurt you so deeply. you hastily wiped away a tear you weren’t even aware had escaped, refusing to waste your tears on a failed relationship. 

suddenly, your phone rang, the shrill sound cutting through the thick silence of the car, and you nearly jumped at the sudden noise. sighing, you answered the call, not bothering to check the caller id. “y/n?” a deep voice said, and your stomach immediately coiled with dread. 

“wonwoo?” “where the hell are you? we all just woke up and saw you weren’t in your bed, and you weren’t picking up your phone, and now everyone’s worried sick. seungkwan’s practically on the verge of a heart attack right now, and mingyu considered sending out a search party for you, and minghao had to talk him out of it.” 

worry and fear was evident in his voice, and you could hear faint shouting and whispering in the background, and immediately, tears pricked your eyes. “i-i’m s-sorry for disappearing on all of you in the middle of the night, but i-i couldn’t sleep, and i didn’t w-want to wake any of you because i knew how exhausted everyone was from the drive over here and-” 

“y/n”, wonwoo began, tone gentle but firm, “we got plenty of rest these past few days, and you’re our friend, don’t be afraid to wake us up at ungodly hours of night. none of us give a shit if you do, even if you tell us to go get you ice cream from the nearest convenience store because you’re having a late night craving. we want to take care of you, and you will never be a burden to us. you have nothing to apologize for. just come back to us, yeah?” 

god, you really didn’t deserve your friends, not for one second. “o-ok.” wonwoo let out a sigh, the sound more relieved than anything else. “be careful, okay?” “i-i will. a-actually, wonwoo, c-could you stay on the phone with me until i get home? i-i don’t want to drive in silence, and hearing your voice will make me feel safe.” you mumbled, heat flooding to your cheeks, glad wonwoo couldn’t see you blush. “of course, love, anything.” he replied, and, strangely, the use of seungcheol’s old nickname for you didn’t cause your heart to ache like it normally did. hearing it from wonwoo was almost comforting. 

you smiled, put your phone on speaker, and placed it on the center console. as you drove back to the airbnb, wonwoo’s deep, soothing voice filling the small space of your car, you felt lighter than you had in weeks, and all thoughts of your first love vanished from your mind. maybe, just maybe, i’m finally moving on. 

↬ a/n: damn okay i did not expect this fic to be this long lmao anyways yeah that was depressing :’) my next fic will definitely not be as depressing, i swear skdfjsljldjf i have missed posting fics regularly omg it’s been so long :’) last summer, i posted so many fics and GOD i hope i can do that again this year. writer’s block has hit me so hard these past few months and i hate it :(( like i just wanna write :(

sooo yeah i hope you all enjoyed the angst fest that was this fic, and my next one should be the hockey! player mingyu fic i’ve been working on for like months lmao its at 10k and counting right now so it’s probably going to be a whole book at this point slkjdflkjdkjf also i’ve been trying to accomplish my goal of reading 100 books this year, so if any of you have recommendations, pls send them my way <3 (p.s. i like just about anything to do with romance or fantasy) 

i love you guys, and i hope everyone is having an amazing summer so far <3 ! 

tagging: @playmetheclassics​ , @skyjoong​ , @adulttoast​ , @sketchguk​ , @taeyo95​ , @hong-jisoo​ , @shuadotcom​,  and anyone else who wants to read this fic <3 

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Guess it didn’t take as long as I was thinking. I really wanted to draw Ashton. So yeah, another Picture Perfect Boyfriend playlist and cover image.

Here’s the Ashton playlist for my fellow simps out there! Like with the Ashino playlist, I tried to make it a bit of a mix of stuff he’d listen to and songs that otherwise fit his vibe, though this list is a bit more structured since this guy has more of a character arc and I have more to say about that.

Obviously, we have to start off strong with this list, so Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance was a no-brainer. Kind of a similar deal with the second song, I Will Possess Your Heart by Death Cab for Cutie (albeit the Radio Edit, since the album version is like 8 minutes long).

Spoiler cut below that pertains to both Picture Perfect Boyfriend and Picture Perfect Boyfriend REBOOT, even if I assume that Ashton’s nature is pretty generally known by this point in the fandom.

Coffee Bar by Yung Dark is next and probably doesn’t come off as super notable aside from being the most atmospheric song on the playlists so far. I just thought it would be fun to toss in to represent some chill coffee dates at Café Rose, since things will escalate quickly. Weird little aside, but I kind of like how audible the hand movements are on the guitar strings for the fret work, so I guess we can stretch that to Ashton pulling the strings on these dates? :p

Lightning round, sort of, Alien Boy and Feel Good Inc. are mostly for the sense of isolation, if that makes any sense. Smooth Criminal (covered by Alien Ant Farm) and Kill All Your Friends also come off as… pretty apt for what happens in the events of the first game.

I’ll admit that Reptilia could also really fit for Ashino, but they are more similar than they’d care to admit, so I put it on Ashton’s list since the genre’s more of a fit for him. Besides, we’re in his smug winner phase starting with that song! It definitely continues with Ava Adore and particularly The Glow (especially the line “making light of it, when you’re winning”, but also the general sentiment of the song that the anonymity afforded by the internet makes some people feel secure in their cruelty towards others).

I like to think that Dark Red is the smallest hint of faltering, since Ashton tried really hard to brush off the fact that he murdered his friends just to be assured closeness to the player. From there we head into Take Me Out for the iconic garden confrontation and Thnks fr th Mmrs for the fallout.

I consider the next handful of songs to generally be Ashton’s musings between the two games: regret over causing that whole shitshow, still loving the player, wanting to be better, etc. Bossa Nova Corps by Origami Angel is probably my favorite song selection for this playlist because it feels especially tuned into those sorts of sentiments and is about where we’re hitting sequel territory.

I think Nevermind can be used bluntly for the search for Ashton and You’re On being once he’s back in, after Ashino’s blocked off the Bureau and the kill switch isn’t working as intended.

While I try to kind of have an array of songs to give the vibes some wiggle room for how the player feels about characters, I’ll admit these last few are simp territory. Bad Habit is a pretty good “nerd wins love” sort of song, got Maybe Chocolate Chips for mutually assuring over looks and expectations, Honey for the obvious reason of the title and that the lyrics are about resolving to be better than before, and we finish on Death of a Bachelor. We can ask Ashton a particular question on one of the REBOOT dates that makes the last song feel right, if you chose to ask it.

But yeah! That’s the general thought process in this playlist. If I ever go back and add some more songs in, I really should add some more grunge. I totally forgot for a while that I had wanted to add in Black Hole Sun, so traded it with a kind of redundant choice I had in there before (for now, I’m trying to have the playlists reach the hour thirty mark and might expand on them at a later point, since I wanted to keep things fair).