#my chest hurts bruh

[alwaysaslutforfic]

I just caught up on jjk and I am in physical pain 🥲

I knew he was going to die. I knew it would be this arc. But my GOD did I not know it would be like This. Not like this!

I am not okay, and am unsure if I’ll ever recover.

Bruh… my chest hurts. And then to top it off, in front of Yuuji?!?!? Like he’s not already having the worst fucking night ever!!!

Mahito. Count your fucking days, cos when my knees stop shaking it’s over for you motherfucker!

This page is no longer a Mahito Stan Safe Space.

Tis, in fact, a hostile environment.

If you’ll all excuse me, I must grieve.

[ladsofsorrow24]

beyond evil season finale is something that can be so... personal

[moomoorare]

Uh oh i might be getting sick

[crystalflygeo]

Finished Fontaine AQ and I'm VERY unwell

[gingerjunkie]

sometimes i’ll think about my mom too hard then end up fucking bawling

[fleurmiss]

ೃ⁀➷ one love, two mouths

- ,, ao’nung x fem reader

- ,, being bestfriends with aonung ever since you gained consciousness was pleasant, but comes with a side of flirting and realizations you want to be more than just friends, or bestfriends.

- ,, warnings - SUGGESTIVE! adults watch out this is a teenager ur reading abt. minors pls be careful if u dont like making out!! ao’nung is a btch but not to u, tanhì is na’vi for “star, bioluminescent freckle”, simp ao’nung yasss thats like all my characters lol gunna ignore that!!

ps : tanhì is not readers name lol, just a nickname that ao’nung gave her!!!

-‘๑’- sweater weather - the neighborhood

Ao’nung was mean, you’ve seen how quick he is to bite back and claw at any opportunity that gives him a moment of glory against his rivals, plenty of times.

Ao’nung is mean to everyone, everyone but you, and his family, and maybe Roxto.

Excluding those people, ao’nung has never tried to purposefully hurt your feelings, maybe in a moment of childish banter, he has said mean things that are fleeting, they go away as quickly as they come because he sees the look on your face, and says sorry with a heavy heart.

Some days he is not as apologetic, and delays his apologies until a day or two, you walk away with hurt, anger, and hesitation but he always comes to u, can’t bare being away from you, his girl.

You are sitting on the sand, knees up to your chest as you gaze upon the sea, muscles sore from swimming all day. You almost fall asleep as the peaceful sound of the waves lulls you but alas, your one and only makes his presence known with his loud greeting.

“My tanhì, you look a little lonely!” ao’nung chuckles and sits down beside you, right beside you. No literally, he’s so close that your arm and leg are touching his. Why’s he so close? There’s literally so much space? You’ve stopped questioning it, he’s been touchy with you since forever.

He ruffles the top of your head affectionately, the little smile on his face tells you he’s in a good mood. “hi ao’nung” you say softly and give him a sweet smile, god he almost just melted at the spot, “you seem happy today”

“i am” he replies shortly and you lay your head on his shoulder, letting out a satisfied sigh at finally seeing your favorite person.

his hand finds it’s way to your leg and he gives you a prompt squeeze on your thigh, affection came as naturally as breathing to him when it was with you.

Your eyes roam around the sea as you look at the people smiling with their ilu’s and splashing around in the water, you catch a glimpse of a group of 4 girls as you shudder with the piercing look they give you. You recognize those girls as Tsireya’s friends, remembering her telling you about her dislike for a lot of their decisions. She told you to avoid them, they’re no good.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion when you see the said girls make their way to you and ao’nung, probably only having matters that deal with ao’nung, you’re pretty sure they’ll ignore your whole existence if anything.

You being this close to The Olo’Eyktan’s only son ignites some sort of resentment in them, automatically making you their competition and viewing you as a threat.

“bruh not these chicks again” ao’nung mutters quietly in irritation and lets out a groan into your hair, hoping they’ll go away if he can’t see them. You giggle but your smile is gone as soon as the girls stop right in-front of your bestfriend. “Ao’nung!! We we’re gonna go take a swim with our ilu’s, I think you should join us! Im sure sitting here watching the ocean isn’t that interesting” the girl’s giggle thinking Ao’nung will get up and follow them without a word.

For a second you believed so too, what you were doing wasn’t that fun, but you didn’t want fun, you wanted calm.

“fuck no” you hear pure distaste in ao’nung’s voice, it makes you cringe, the second hand embarrassment of straight rejection in the face. You smile, he’s really showing no interest in these girls, you almost feel bad, but whats it to you?

“oh- well- you can- you can always come join us later or whatever, whenever y/n lets you go” you’re a bit offended, you aren’t holding ao’nung back from anything, especially these girls, any choice he makes is solely his decision.

“nah im good i prefer y/n anyways”

“whatever” the girls huff and puff and stomp off the space you guys we’re currently sitting at

“bit mean, don’t u think”

“i don’t care” you smile at his quick response

“i think a lot of people dislike our friendship ao’nung, you’re the next Olo’Eyktan and they think i’m competition. They can’t let me ruin their chances of becoming Tsahik.”

“tanhì, what are you even saying?”

“i just.. what i mean is.. you’re almost ready to find a mate, and you must choose wisely, as your choice will be the next Tsahik for our clan, she must work with you as one, and i feel like i’m holding you back from finding a good mate”

Ao’nung pays attention to you, listening to your worries with furrowed brows, he’s so good to you, always. It makes your heart squeeze when you think of him being this affectionate with any other girl, you’re selfish, you want him to yourself.

As much as this hurts, you will be open with him, but you will not open your heart to him as of now. You sigh, he grabs your hand and his thumb rubs soothing circles, telling you to continue.

“i think.. i think re’yal is a beautiful girl, her parents are talented and she takes after them-“ you are cut off.

“i couldn’t care less for re’yal” you tilt your head in confusion

“na’yi is a good healer”

“she is a good healer.”

Ah. It’s Na’yi that he’s chosen then. You look up at him, unable to stop your head from moving. He smiles. Ouch.

“i have the stupidest girl sitting in front of me right now” you hit him gently in the chest, he catches your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours.

Woah. You’ve held hands multiple times but not this way. It feels different. You’re almost about to throw up.

Your eyes quickly drop down to his lips, god, you pray to Ewya that he doesn’t notice.

He does notice, and he thinks you’re so cute he could make-out with you right now.

“she’s so stupid but she’s also the prettiest, she’s really cute too, i think she’d make a great tsahik” you’re embarrassed now, what does this mean? why’s he such a jerk?

“i don’t think Na’yi wo-“

“tanhì, i don’t care about Na’yi, i do not want her.”

“Ao’nung.. allow me to help you, you cannot delay this anymore”

“y/n you just don’t get the hint do you?”

“what?”

Ao’nung groans frustrated, he looks around to see if anyone is watching, what he’s about to do right now might cause issues, he can’t find himself to care any longer though.

Ao’nung cranes his head enough so his lips are an inch away from yours, he looks at you with lidded eyes and you’re already looking at him

“let me kiss you” he asks and you don’t wait, you nod and he smashes his soft lips against yours, desperately. You’ve been wanting to do this, been wanting to kiss your bestfriend.

He grabs the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, damn, he’s a good kisser. Not that you’ve kissed anyone else before, but he’s making you feel really good.

It’s fast, and you both are desperate, impatient, and incredibly in love. He grabs your waist to pull you closer and you whine into the kiss. Sweet. He’s never loved a sound more. His confession comes between kisses.

“y/n, i want you,” kiss. “and only you.” kiss.

you pull away and you’re breathing heavily, you look at ao’nung, pretty sure your eyes have hearts in them. “i-“ you don’t know what to say.

“I see you” you whisper, only meant for him to hear, with sincere eyes.

Ao’nung looks at you and his lips twitch into a small smile.

He goes into kiss you again and your hands find their way behind his neck, he pulls back and trails a few kisses from your jaw to your neck, you gasp softly when he finds your sensitive spot and sucks on it, sinking his teeth into your soft skin, you’re so sure this is gonna leave a bruise.

He kisses you again but this time openmouthed, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip to ask for permission, you open your mouth more to let him in. “i love you so much” he whimpers into your mouth and you realize you wanna get out of here. Your feel yourself getting embarrassed as you realize the 4 girls probably saw your full on makeout session.

“what’s wrong baby?”

“lets get out of here ao’nung” you plead, doe eyes looking up at your lover. God, you make him crazy.

He takes your hand and leads you to his marui pod, you guys pass the 4 girls on your way there and by the look they’re giving you, you know they saw it, maybe even enjoyed it a bit. (jk) The girl’s eyes travel down to your neck where your fresh hickey lies and they immediately turn their backs around, unable to watch your love bloom any longer.

You laugh loudly and that causes ao’nung to turn around, your hands still intertwined as you giggle, ao’nung gets the hint on what you’re laughing at and smirks as he watches you, amused.

“bit mean, don’t you think?” he mocks you and you slap his arm, he throws that arm over your shoulder as you guys walk , the sound of your laugh rings in ao’nungs ears and he swears he’ll never love someone like he loves you.

[sturnlova]

First time ( C.S )

(Chris Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Smut, F & M receiving, kinda new to writing, not proof read all the way, pet names, fluff, i don’t know what else 😭 )

Chris : Orange

Y/N : Pink

Matt : Blue

Nick : Purple

Nathan : Red

(Word count : 900)

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Me and Chris have been best friends for over 8 years and i’ve told him every secret expect one, i’m a virgin, but i didn’t feel the need to because he can’t do anything about it. well at least i thought he couldn’t

“Exactly bruh, Y/N when your fucking someone would u let them do anal cause i personally wouldn’t” i giggled at his comment and so did everyone else but i didn’t really now what to say since i’ve never done anything romantically like sex, it’s not like people didn’t want to do it with me i just wasn’t ready. Nate went on for a while about fucking girls and his own experiences until i grabbed my phone and hoodie and hopped off the couch to go to Chris’ room and lock myself in there until i was ready to come out. I heard Matt whisper yell at Chris to go check on me and find out what’s wrong.

“Y/N let me in please, i wanna know if you’re okay, what happened Y/N/N”

“please go away Chris it’s embarrassing it doesn’t concern you anyway.”

“ I’m not going away Y/N/N cmon we’re best friends you gotta tell me ill tell you a secret if you want me to”

A minute after i unlocked the door, Chris opened it to see me with a puffy face due to the tears of embarrassment i shed. “Wanna sit and talk about it, i promise i won’t judge ” Chris moved us to the bed and laid me on his chest for we could talk about why i was crying out of nowhere.

As we laid down and made ourself as comfortable as we could i let out a sigh and a whisper into his chest “i’m a virgin at my grown age, Chris i just don’t want to do it with someone i don’t connect with, you know.” Chris just runs his fingers through my hair as i talk about how i feel embarrassed about being a virgin and why i still am one.

A uncomfortable silence forms until Chris cuts it with a knife “if you don’t wanna do this we can forget about it but do you want me to help, like platonically of course.”

“Help?”

“Yeah help.”

“You will tell me how to do it?”

“Of course Y/N no one has to know if u don’t want people to know“

He stands up and asks if i’m 100% sure, “im 101% sure Chris” He takes of his top and i take this as a queue to take mine of to, chris is there with jorts on and i’m left with shorts and my bra on which he unclasp with a bit of a struggle, but it’s fine. He leans down to kiss me softly but passionately.

He lays me down on the bed and crawls on top me of me. He pulls down my shorts and panties, leaving me naked well he still has his shorts on. “Chris please can you take ur shorts off, or do something please, it feels weird being naked and ur not.” “yeah sweetheart i’ll take it off don’t worry” He takes them off as he speaks.

Sweetheart?

I have to be honest with Chris because after all we are best friend’s “what if it hurts Chris, many get a towel in case i bleed.” “It’s ok we don’t need a towel but i’ll be slow i promise and you can just tap my arm 2 times if u want me to stop, ok?” i nod my head in response. He spreads my legs open and places my ankles on his shoulders. He teases my pussy hole a bit making sure i’m stretched before anything more happens.

“Okay I’m ready Chris just go slow” he slowly adds his length to me, i hiss in response as this is a new feeling and his definitely not small “you ok? want to stop” “no no keep going” He finally adds it all to me and starts moving, i can feel his balls against my butt it’s a bit funny to me only because this is the same boy i used to force to let me practice make up on. He continues his thrust at a steady past well whispering praises in my ear.

I’m a moaning mess under him due to all the new sensations i’m feeling; his tip hits my cervix with every movement he does. Chris giggles, “what’s so funny lover boy?” “the fact you can barely talk ” “shut up” i say between my moans.

“Y/N i’m really close ok, i want you to cum all over my cock” he whimpers as he moves slower and sloppier. “Let go baby” we finish together and giggle at each other’s sweaty tired faces a couple seconds after. We lay in bed together naked in a comfortable silence.

“You did so good Y/N/N i’m so proud of you. Thank you for being comfortable with me.” he kisses my check “you want me to get ya dressed for we can go back down? Or you wanna stay here for a bit ” “Yeah can you please get me dressed before someone walks in, and also i know i don’t have to much experience but you’re good at fucking” Chris giggled and pulled out of me to add my clothes and his clothes back on.

Chris puts his clothes on then grabs me by the waist and puts my clothes on until Nate walks in our room.

“Did y’all fuck?”

“what?” i say with a tone that clearly had attitude to it.

“No we didn’t do that, she had really bad stomach pains and was crying so it might i’ve sounded like moans but it wasn’t..”

“Oh sorry than but why is she naked?”

“Nate get the fuck out”

Chris whispered in my ear “I’ll drop you off home baby” i started to blush and nodded my head and looked down.

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It’s been 4 months since Chris admitted his feelings to me after “helping me” and i couldn’t be more thankful. I now have the best boyfriend i could ever ask for, we also have an annoying but loveable Nate who saw us Post sex.

[fukingsad]

ATWOW MAKE OUT HC’s

Taglist: @iil0v3a @charzicandy @yawntutsyip @urdeadpoet @rotxo-shawty @peachycrime @gender3nvyy

(If you wanna be added just ask)

AONUNG

he’s so rough

and he’s a horny little shit

like he’s got one hand gripping your hair and the other behind your back pulling you in deeper

he definitely bites your lip every so often

He’s the person to grip your thighs and push you harder on him

“Feel what you do to me my love?” aonung says pushing you down to feel his bulge

He can be really soft tho

he’ll have his moments where he just cups your face and places a hand behind your back and just kisses you gently

Sometimes he’ll just stare at you kiss you out if no where then BOOM y’all are making out

and he doesn’t care he’ll make out with you anywhere

his room the living room the kitchen the gym at school in the car

if he wants to makeout with you he will 🤷🏾‍♀️

NETEYAM

He so soft

like your just sitting in his lap in his room and he just holds your face and shit

but trust he can get rough with you

I mean hair pulling ass and thigh gripping

Deep HARD grinding until your begging for him like his little slut

he’d rather not tho

you’re his perfect girl he wants to take care of you rather then hurt you

he definitely grabs an ass cheek tho

he doesn’t mean to but he probably grips yo ass HARDDD

he always apologizes

“Sorry mamas your just so gorgeous i go completely blank i can’t control myself”

i feel like when y’all make out you’re almost always on the bed and you’re almost always on top

but yk neteyam is a power bottom so homeboy is still in control

He gets excited after a while bc y’all be making out for hella longggg

LO’AK

He’s the softest roughest person ever

like it makes no sense

one minute you’re on top of him and he’s just cupping your face

the next he’s on top of you with your legs wrapped around his back holding you by yo jaw

like bruh make it make sense

he’ll pull you closer to him by your thighs

He’s the type of guy that will be kissing you then kiss up your jaw then down your neck to your chest

He likes to leave hickeys

Be thinking he the shit when he’s sees you with them or ppl ask abt them

ROXTO

Tbh he’s so UGH 😩

But I could see you on his lap and his hands up your shirt

He lowk seems like a titty man

NAH BC HE PUTS HIS HANDS IN UR BACK POCKET

Then he’ll take his thumb and rub circles on your lower back while kissing you

One hand on your lower back one hand behind your neck

I feel like you would grind on him and he’d groan all in the kiss

He also seems like he’d rub circles on your inner thigh

But the way he does it just makes you moan it’s just so UGH 🤭

KIRI

She’s rough

She’s gripping your hair

Gripping your thighs

She’s keeping you on her and close

Definitely holds the waist of your pants and grinds you on herself

I could see her being kinda soft in a way

Like she’ll be like hovering over you your legs loosely hooked on her hips and she’s just kissing you lowk leaving hickeys (mainly where they can’t be seen)

Definitely the type to break they kiss to say the most RIZZLING WORDS EVERRRR

Like her words are hotter then the makeout session

TSIREYA

She’s so soft and sweet

She’s probably on your lap

Definitely arms around your neck

At first she’s smiling into the kisses

Grinds lightly bc she’s craving some type of friction

Moans while kissing

Ok so I could see like your hands are cold and while y’all are kissing you put your cold ass hands under her shirt and and she starts giggling and shit

With her everything is soft and sweet

Once and a while she’ll pull away and press your foreheads together and look into your eyes and kiss all over your face

She gives neck kisses not going any deeper in depth

A/n: OMG ANA’VARI ACTUALLY POSTING SOMETHING FOR ONCE yes y’all yesss I’m posting surprisingly enough 😚

Imma try and get more out but ENGLISH CLASS TAKING ALL MY WILL TO WRITE YALL IM SO SRS 😭😾 but I’ll be posting more sooooon

[theferrarieffect]

what the f**k is a kilometer?

masterlist

Logan x reader (3.2k words)

summary: what’s better than running into a cute british boy in london? some might say running with a cute american one…

warnings: slight intoxication, a little injury (nothing super graphic)

Another day, another gray sky littered with clouds. You swear there’s a perpetual drizzle in London, that the beads of water that have formed along your hairline and neck were just as much rain as sweat. But you settle into the rhythmic slap, slap, slap of your shoes against the concrete along with the uptempo beat of your playlist, and soon your normally cluttered mind is blissfully empty of thought.

So empty, in fact, that you find yourself flat on the ground before you even realized you were airborne—let alone feeling your toe catching the cobblestone that started this bona fide calamity.

The public humiliation hurts so much more than your smarting palms, bruised and bleeding knees, the abrasions covering your elbows. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Then a tanned hand comes into view. It beckons you to grab it and let it bring you to your feet.

“Thanks,” you mutter to the owner of the hand, completely frazzled. You follow your gaze up to an arm wearing a navy windbreaker, a chest flanked with a W (and mysteriously, the Mercedes logo?), up to a defined jawline with just a bare stubble, pursed lips, and two narrow blue eyes topped off with a head of sleek blond hair. This could not be any worse, you think. Of course someone that cute witnessed you fully wipe out in front of the entirety of London. Goddamn. He was probably some rich British boy that, in a few seconds, would chide you in a posh accent about being more caahhh-ful.

“Bruh,” Windbreaker Guy says, “are you okay?”

In the most unequivocally un-British accent you’d heard since, well, coming here. You’re so shocked that you just stare, mute.

Windbreaker Guy furrows his brows. “Seriously. Say something before I start thinking you’re concussed or something.”

Yup. Windbreaker Guy definitely bleeds red, white, and blue. To your horror, you can’t suppress the most unwanted giggle as the screeching eagle meme soundbite randomly surfaces in your mind. He looks even more concerned.

“Uh.” You clear your throat. “No, I’m not concussed. I think. Please do me a favor and pretend like this never happened.”

Windbreaker Guy’s face breaks out into a grin. His blue eyes crinkle with laughter. You thought he was handsome before; now you feel your stomach swoop. “Whaddya mean?” He glances around innocently. “I didn’t see anything. Did you?”

You chuckle at the joke. “Thanks for helping me up, by the way. It was super nice of you.”

“Yeah, no problem at all,” he replies.

As you turn around to leave—continuing to run after this would be a Grade A terrible decision—he suddenly calls after you. “Hey!”

You turn around.

Windbreaker Guy bites his bottom lip. “Uh, sorry if this is kinda weird, but can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you say with some trepidation.

“Are you from the area?”

You just know that both of you know fully well, that neither of you are exactly locals.

“Hmm,” you say innocently, “I don’t know what makes you ask that.” You fight to keep a teasing smile off your lips.

He blushes, and you have to admit that you’re enjoying every second of this. “Uh, just the way you talk…” he trails off.

“Ah,” you say, fully grinning at this point, “it couldn’t possibly have been my totally not American accent that gave it away, could it?”

To Windbreaker Guy’s credit, he catches on quick. “Definitely not,” he replies smoothly. “Just like how I’m also totally London-born and bred.”

“Okay then, Mr. London,” you risk, “what’s your very British name?” Whoa. Bold. You don’t make a habit of going around asking cute boys their names. Even if they did pick you up off the floor in your time of need.

But Mr. London’s—Windbreaker Guy’s—smile fades. You wish you could yank your words back. Shit. That’s what you get for overstepping. You search his face desperately for signs of being offended.

But then he takes a deep breath. “Logan,” he says cautiously. His face probes yours just as intensely, and you wonder why. “Yours?”

You tell him your name, and Logan’s shoulders relax. The smile returns to his face.

“Well,” he says, “it was very nice to meet a fellow, well, American.” And then he winks.

Now it’s your turn to blush. “Nice to meet you too, Logan. Sorry for interrupting your run.”

“Honestly?” he laughs. “I should be thanking you. I hate cardio.”

“What?” you yelp in spite of yourself. You feel just the teensiest bit defensive of your favorite pastime. “Please. If you hate cardio, all that means is that you’ve been doing it wrong.”

Logan raises an eyebrow.

“People run way too fast. No wonder they think it’s torture,” you press on.

The feeling of something warm trickling down your shin interrupts your rant. You look down and see dark red blood slowly ooze down your leg. A wave of lightheadedness hits you like a bus.

“Hey—” Logan begins, just as you black out.

The first thing you see is a weird, unfamiliar curtain. The second is a whiteboard, where your name is written in an Expo marker, big loopy letters. You turn your head. The third, a navy windbreaker…

It all comes crashing back.

“Oh no,” you mutter.

“You’re awake!” Logan exclaims, relief in his voice.

“Oh my god.” You feel faint again. “Where are we?”

“Emergency. You passed out. The cut on your knee’s pretty nasty…they had to give you a few stitches.”

You make a valiant attempt to climb out of the bed, but Logan’s arm shoots out to stop you.

“You’re going to pass out again,” he warns. “Take it easy.”

“I cannot believe this,” you say feverishly. “And I cannot believe you’re still here. I don’t even know what you were planning to do this afternoon, but it could not possibly have been sitting in the ER with a total stranger.”

“Why not?” Logan asks. “You’re not a stranger, you’re my fellow American.” He does a mock salute.

You can tell Logan’s trying to lighten the mood, but you still feel like crap.

“If it makes you feel better,” he adds, softer this time. “Worse things can happen to a guy than bringing a cute girl to the hospital and having the nurses fawn over you like you’re some kind of Prince Charming.”

You laugh in spite of yourself, and Logan’s face brightens at the response.

“I still feel pretty bad that you got dragged into this,” you say. “Did they say when they’re gonna let me leave?”

And in what has to be the first stroke of good luck today, a nurse pulls back the curtain as if summoned by will. “Feeling better, dear?” she asks.

You nod quickly. “Yes, much. I was actually looking to leave sooner rather than later.”

“Glad to hear. We just have a few papers for you two to sign, then you dears can be on your way.”

You’re so happy to hear that you can be on your way that you don’t register what the nurse said at first. But Logan’s face has gone beet red.

“Uh, wait,” he mumbles. “I don’t think I should sign her papers.”

“Oh!” The nurse gasps. “I’m so sorry, love. I just thought you were together, since you came in with her. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s all good,” Logan says hastily. You feel your cheeks burn. You don’t dare to try making eye contact with Logan.

The nurse hurries over with your discharge papers, and Logan helps you off the bed. His eyes narrow when you sway from the head rush, but you assure him you can walk.

“What a bloody adventure,” he jokes as you finally walk out the doors.

“I’m so sorry again,” you say, agitated. “This was…god, what a mess. And you were so nice about it, too.”

Logan blushes again, this time at the word nice. “Seriously, it’s no problem. I hope you don’t mind if I call you a cab to take you back to your place.”

“What? No,” you protest. “I can’t have you spend your money on me, too. Especially not after all this.”

One look at Logan’s face tells you it’s too late.

“Come on, Logan,” you say weakly.

He smiles as a taxi pulls up to the curb.

“Do you think you can get home by yourself? I’m happy to come with…I just don’t want to seem overbearing.”

Impulsively, you say yes, not wanting to take up any more of Logan’s time. But then you feel a twinge of regret.

“Thanks for the adventure,” he smiles, handing you a sheaf of papers. “And—I mean it—it was really nice meeting you.”

On the drive home, you absentmindedly thumb through your discharge papers and stop short. The top of one of the sheets has a messy ballpoint scrawl on it:

Your ~favorite American~ would love to know if you got home safe - if you’re ok with it, text me, followed by a string of digits that were obviously written with a bit more care.

Incredibly, your eyes sting with tears for the second time that day. Studying abroad in London was a lot of fun. But of course there were moments of stress, trying to navigate the Tube during rush hour alone, not knowing what “knackered” or “chuffed” or “daft” really meant (spoiler: you were truly daft about all that), and looking at a perpetually cloudy sky that made you feel homesick for the Florida sun. Logan, well…he was kind of a breath of fresh air. Even discounting the fact that he’d literally saved you today.

So it’s the least you could do to send a text from the safety of your apartment—er, flat.

Me Favorite American, reporting from home base. Safe and sound. 🫡

Your phone buzzes instantly. It’s all you can do to not giggle like a little girl when you see it.

Logan Mission accomplished. 🇺🇸🦅🫡

A week later, the scrapes on your hands have faded away and your knee has scabbed over. You toss your keys and hat onto the table, unlace your shoes, do a couple of air squats to loosen up your hamstrings that always got tight after runs, and plop down on the couch. You reach for the remote and turn on the TV.

Like you’ve done several times in the past week, you contemplate texting Logan, even if that sounds a little crazy. What would you even say? Would he want to hang out—this time not in an emergency room? Would he even remember you?

You figure if he did, he would have reached out by now. You sigh and start flipping aimlessly through the TV channels. News, news, sports you don’t understand, show you’ve never heard of, news…

“And Formula 1, racing for the Spanish Grand Prix!!” an announcer says as two neat rows of cars start zooming across a checkered line.

You’ve heard of Formula 1, of course. At least, you’ve seen the Ferrari scene in Cars. And come to think of it, some of your friends back in Florida had been talking about some Netflix show. Normally, you’d have kept advancing the channels—but you think it’s pretty neat that you just happened to catch the start of a race. So you decide to see what the fuss is all about.

And honestly, you can kind of see it. It’s so different from what you imagined, cars going around and around a circular track. No, watching the cars try to outpace each other on sharp bends and twisting curves leaves you amazed that someone could drive that quickly at all.

Some guy named Max Verstappen wins, apparently “again”. The drivers climb out of their cars and pull off their helmets, revealing hair matted with sweat, hugging a group clad in matching suits. You notice that some of them are wearing the strangely familiar W.

Logan’s windbreaker…

Aha. So he’s a Formula 1 guy. Well, you think, I guess that’s something I could bring up. You start fantasizing about potential text messages in your head—did you watch the race in Spain? I’m a Formula 1 newbie but you seem like a seasoned fan—when the camera cuts to the team wearing the W milling around their car as its driver also stands up, hops out, and removes his helmet.

You gasp. It’s a face you’ve seen before.

And a small banner on the screen—Logan Sargeant—confirms it.

You seize your phone and call your friend Emma. The one who watched that Netflix show. The one you had thoroughly debriefed your disastrous fall and subsequent rescue with.

“Hello?”

“Emma. You are not going to believe this.”

“What?”

“Remember Logan?”

A pause. “Cute Windbreaker Guy? The guy who Prince Charming-ed you?”

“Yes,” you hiss. “Well guess what, I just saw him on TV.”

“Whoa! For what?”

“Wellllll…for driving a car.”

“Huh?” Emma sounds confused.

“Yeah. Cause he’s not just Logan. Turns out his full name is Logan Sargeant.”

“What? Like, Logan Sargeant, the Formula 1 driver?!”

“Yeah,” you breathe, eyes glued to the screen. The guy who hated cardio, who blushed when the nurse thought you two were a couple, who cracked those corny British jokes—that guy was now greeting adoring fans, some waving American flags, reporters hounding him for a comment or two on the race.

No wonder he’d never texted you.

Later that night, you replay for what must have been the millionth time the events of last week in your mind. Falling. Logan pulling you up. You leaving, him calling after you.

Suddenly, you remember how uncomfortable he looked when you’d asked his name. It occurs to you that maybe he was so hesitant because he thought you might recognize him. What were the odds you’d run into such a sweet, cute, and caring guy who inspired a week’s worth of daydreams…and said guy turns out to be a freaking celebrity F1 driver?

You sigh. The clock tells you it’s well past 1AM. Your phone buzzes with a text—probably Emma, sending you yet another Tiktok, or Youtube video, or article about Logan—and you reach over to your nightstand.

Logan Heyyyyyy baby. Just thinking about you tonight. Like I do every night. 🥰

Huh? You’re sure this is a prank. But then your phone starts to ring. Logan’s calling you.

“Hello?” your voice shakes a little.

“Oscar—I swear to god, Oscar,” you hear Logan say in the background. Then an unfamiliar voice. “Hello? Is this Y/N speaking?”

“Ummmm…yes? Is everything okay?”

“Yeeeeah,” the voice says in a—British? Australian?—accent. “I’m Logan’s mate, sorry, he’s just a bit of a coward. He just wanted to tell you that he thinks that you’re the most beautiful girl on Earth—”

“Oscar, I swear to god if you don’t give me back my phone—” Some shuffling noises. You imagine Logan making a valiant attempt to wrestle his phone away from his friend.

“Hey, I am so sorry,” Logan says frantically. “Oscar’s literally a troll, ignore him…”

As if to confirm Logan’s words, you hear Oscar distantly shout, “What the fuck is a kilometerrrrrr?!”

You can’t believe this is happening. And you can’t believe you get to hear Logan’s voice again. You giggle. “Are you guys out or something?”

“Yeah,” Logan says in a pained voice. “Just at a bar with some guys. It’s so late—can I text you tomorrow? I’m so sorry again.”

“Of course.” You try not to sound giddy. “Hope you have a good time, Logan.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

You swear you see a handsome blond man, running in a navy windbreaker alongside the Thames river, in your dreams.

Logan Hey, so sorry about last night

Me Lolll no problem, your friend Oscar is quite the comedian

Logan 🤦 What are you up to?

Me Nothing much, just at work

Logan Nice :) Okay so tbh I’ve been out of town for most of this week...that’s why we were out so late last night we’re an hour behind But I’m coming back to London today and I was wondering if you might be down to go on a jog and just hang out or something

Me Oooh yeah sure I’m down! As long as we don’t end up in a hospital again 🚨🚨

Logan Hey That’s up to you ;) So it’s a date?

Me :)

Logan’s hoodie is soft against your face, and you inhale his woodsy cologne as you bury your cheek closer to his chest. 21 Jump Street is streaming on his TV, and the setting sun throws golden beams of light through the slats of his blinds onto the wall. An empty carton of vanilla Häagen-Dazs sits on his coffee table, two spoons sticking out of it. It really was the perfect way to wind down after a jog along the river—this time, sans anyone falling. Your eyelids begin to drift closed as Logan runs his fingers through your hair.

The movie cuts to an ad. “Some say Formula 1 isn’t really a sport…” a narrator intones.

You decide it’s time.

“Logan,” you say. “The craziest thing happened on Sunday.”

“Do tell,” Logan teases.

“I was just watching TV in the afternoon, and I just happened to see a driving race in Spain. I think it was for Formula 1, actually.”

Logan raises an eyebrow.

“It was the first time I’ve ever watched a race like that. In fact, I just watched it all the way through…”

“So you thought it was fun?” he asks innocently. You can tell he’s trying to suppress a smile.

“Yeah. But one of the drivers…it’s crazy, he just looked so much like someone I knew…”

“Really now? And who’s this someone he reminded you of?”

“Well,” you say, laughing, “this someone hates cardio, knows it’s called soccer but would rather watch football anyway, doesn’t know what a kilometer is...”

Logan’s laughing now too, and the sound fills you with flickers of warmth.

“This someone…makes me feel a lot closer to home.”

And judging by the way his arm tightens as he pulls you into a kiss, Logan seems to agree.

notes: logan is criminally underrated!! watching some of his interviews in the process of writing this made me realize how lowkey funny and laid-back he is. and so down to earth - he brought lemonade to his 10 things video. wishing him well on his season with williams 🥰

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi! I have been reading you for a long time and would like to ask you something for the first time… The last message flow to the Lethal Company from the Nutcracker was WILDLY SWEET, however, it hurt me from the bracken that was shot through the lytic…. May I ask the bracken and the reader where the bracken constantly goes behind the reader's back…. JUST TO HUG! Someone from the team warns about the danger and the bracken gently takes the reader in his arms to his lair for even bigger hugs!

Bruh you have no idea how soft i am for brackens hfghhs (when I first started playing LC, they were ALWAYS killing me...but now they just like to pop out and scurry away when I look at them, so I consider us to be pretty chill)

Anyways woe Bracken fluff be upon ye <3

.....

Of all the creatures you've encountered during your time with the Company, Brackens were certainly the most complicated.

Even though there's been countless documents and reports of employees scanning, studying, and dying to these aliens...they were still seldom understood. The data on the terminal said so.

There was one in particular who had such a unique behavior pattern that remained a mystery to you.

And he lived on Experimentation, which was supposedly the "safest" moon to land on and gather scrap from.

Most of the time, however, that was a load of bullshit...as you and your crew had many encounters with aggressive lifeforms such as hoarding bugs, Thumpers, spiders, and turrets that were placed in the most inconvenient spots...

Hell, even an Earth Leviathan showed up and nearly consumed your entire ship.

As of right now, though, you were on-track to making the third profit quota's deadline. So a trip to Experimentation was an order, as you could grab minimal loot and still gain enough leftover money to buy some much-needed ship upgrades and tools.

Or maybe new suits or jack o'lanterns.

None of you were good at managing your budget.

But during this trip, you were less focused on getting loot and more eager to see....a certain someone.

Hopefully, he hasn't forgotten about you or mistook you for another random employee.

While two of your coworkers headed into the facility's main entrance and one stayed behind on the ship, you ascended the stairs leading up to the fire exit--armed with nothing but a flashlight and a walkie-talkie.

[Nearby activity detected!]

"Oh come on...can you be anymore vague?" You huffed, slightly annoyed that your scanner displayed the message before you could even touch the damn door.

"Activity" was awfully broad and could mean literally anything was waiting for you on the other side..

It could be a bunker spider or snare flea waiting to drop down on you and catch you by surprise.

It could be a Hygrodere spreading itself all over the floor, anticipating you setting one foot into it before drowning in its slimy body.

It could even be a simple turret ready to turn you into swiss cheese.

However, there's the possibility that it could also be the one entity here who didn't wanna give you a painful death, and you hoped to god you were right.

So you took a leap of faith and entered.

Surprisingly no danger was immediately present, although you did find a lot of good loot inside the room and smiled. "Oh sweet!" You grabbed the rubber ducky and Rubik's cube in the nearest corner, pocketing them. "This should set us way above-"

"Something's behind you!"

"Huh-?!"

All of the sudden, a pair of large arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you back and causing your oxygen tanks to be pressed against the creature's chest-

Wait.

You only knew one Bracken that did that, and you couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my gosh, you scared me! You know you can't keep doing that!"

"Krrrrrr.." The entity purred softly, nuzzling his face against your neck as its leaves rustled with happiness.

With a chuckle, you patted his arm affectionately. "I've missed you, too, buddy. I told you I'd be back."

Knowing it was this Bracken, you felt safer than ever. He had a habit of greeting you this way: by sneaking up behind you like the rest of his species typically did, and attacking you.....not by snapping your neck like a twig, but by embracing and nuzzling you.

Of course, nobody in your crew believed that you've got a dangerous alien predator on Experimentation who always waited for you. Who loved you like a dog and would kill a Thumper for you.

If only they could meet him...but then again, he was shy.

"Don't tell me it's that damn Bracken again...did you tame it or something?"

The staticky voice of your coworker over the walkie-talkie startled the poor Bracken out of the hug, as it dropped you and flared its leaves out, wondering where they were.

"Relax, we're cool." You huffed, annoyed that they spooked your friend. "I gotta conserve my battery so...signal me when it gets close to midnight."

"....fine. Just don't die. Over and out."

After switching off the device, you turned back to him and smiled apologetically. "Don't worry. They're far away, so they won't bother us." You removed your helmet for the moment.

He nodded in understanding, crouching down to get a better look at your human features.

For some reason he never minded prolonged eye contact with you--and that was a good thing....otherwise, you would've been dead a long time ago.

You smiled and patted the top of his head, before he suddenly sprung up and scooped you up into his arms, lifting you completely off the ground. "Woah! Hey! Where are we going?" You asked as he carried you out of the room, taking you somewhere further within the facility.

Considering the Bracken knew his way around, you weren't too concerned with getting lost.

On your way to this unknown destination, you spotted a hoarding bug skittering down the hallway, eyeing the brass bell attached to your belt.....only to freeze as the leafy entity glared at it.

Luckily it understood the appropriate time to make eye contact with a Bracken, as it eventually looked away from him and decided to leave for another part of the facility.

It seems most of the creatures were knew who was the alpha.

'Man, whoever's tracking me must be so confused right now..' You thought to yourself as he continued walking.

Eventually you both arrived at a place many employees dubbed the "Bracken Room": a large open illuminated space with yellowish walls that looked out of place in the facility.

After setting you down on the floor, you looked at the Bracken with confusion, wondering why he decided to bring you here....until he brought you into another hug, wanting to sit down and have you in his lap.

You just smiled and wrapped your arms around him, giggling as he tucked his head underneath your chin, wanting to listen to the sound of a human's heartbeat.

Now you understood.

All he wanted was to take you to a quiet, safe place away from all the other monsters and employees. A place where he could have you to himself...at least for a couple more hours, anyways.

You knew the ship wasn't leaving anytime soon, so you didn't mind keeping him company.

While other Brackens are among the top three reasons employees hated their job...this one made you love it.

You feel so lucky, you'll consider buying a lottery ticket if you ever returned to Earth.

[atrirose]

🦢 ° — CALLING ENHYPEN PRETTY BOY

˖ ft. enha members | g. fluff ˖ warning. f!reader , none | theme. sfw , headcanon | TIKTOK SERIES

# . — HEESEUNG : "what? repeat what you said" did not believe his ear, did you really call him that "I said can you pass me the remote pretty boy" shook, speechless, will cry any minute, you took mental note to call him pretty boy everytime you talk to him, its a must, he needs to hear it more, he deserves it. no one should make him feel otherwise, protect this boi :(.

# . — JAY : "what are you doing my pretty boy" not surprised, barely had any reactions but his inner self is screaming, jumping, rolling, silding down the wall, "nothing much just working on this song, about you" now its your time to get excited but yours is visible, you shake him asking more about the song "wait what really jay, tell me more about it-" — "its pretty boy" he pulls you on his lap as he shows you his notepad "it really got to your head didn't it?" you said "your fault" .

# . — JAKE : "hi pretty boy" that was a mistake in a sense, firstly he choked on the ramen he was eating and secondly you think he is not breathing, just looking at you with big eyes "wow jake you are so dramatic" walks towards you as he sits himself down and rubs his cheeks on yours "yeah maybe! but that just made me happiest man for the next 10 no 100 years" he is quite vocal about it and it made you embarrassed "call me that infront of the members okay?" he smiled as you buried your face in his chest "its embarrassing" squeezes you in a tight hug "no its not hehe, im sure they will be jealous"

# . — SUNGHOON : "YN ! HOW DO I LOOK?" he was excited it was your 1st anniversary and he did his best to do his hair and put on his best clothes "you always look good, pretty boy" he brushed his hands across the table to find the perfume he bought "yeah and- wait what? what did say?" looks at you with a serious face "you look good, my pretty boy?" you almost thought you offended him until you saw him blushing and hiding his face "yn im already madly in love with you. how much more do you want me to fall" you smiled at his behavior "insanely"

# . — SUNOO : "yn can you please hurry up, we are not going for pairs fashion week, its just THE MALL" he said frowning with a very kissable pout which you did peck as you got of the bathroom after your millionth try of making your eyeliner symmetrical "lets go pretty boy" you said as you took his hand "pretty boy?" would not let it slide, respectfuly asks you to NEVER call him sunoo because its only pretty boy from now on "I guess I will let you slide this one time but hurry up next time"

# . — JUNGWON : "did you eat it" jungwon stood infront of you towering you "eat what? pretty boy" there goes his attempt to intimate you, yes you did eat his precious curry he saved, which he physically defended against jay "yn you can't do that" squats down and hids his face "do want?" you asked tickling his ears, he brushed your hands off lightly "say things that make me nervous-" you know he likes it but apperently you have to make fun of him "so you don't like it?" looks at you with a panic look "no no i did not say that, I mean I like it, I was- yeah keep calling me that" the curry was completely forgotten as you survived once again.

# . — NIKI : "hi pretty boy" looks at you with most horrid reaction "what..?" you repeat yourself for him to spourt nonsense "you can't say that shhh!! what if someone hear you" you almost want to slap him "and what about it-" — "iT HURTS MY MANLINESS" bro was 💀 "niki shut up or I will really hurt your 'manliness' ye" he can't be serious right now "call me handsome bruh" smirks for no reason "pretty boy" then you guys went on arguing until you came to the deal that calling him pretty was only to be done private

AN. I'm sorry I'm really inactive and haven't answered any asks but I wanted to write this 😔 also I would get butterflies even if I utter the word pretty for anyone, but just on that note you all are beautiful, and im proud of you, keep going 💖💖

[scarthefangirl]

Kiss me you moron!

Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Description: When you are injured during a mission Miguel waits in your room for you to wake up. After you do, there are some confessions made.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, language

Story type: drabble

A/N: Bruh I wrote this in one night don't judge, and also I'm working on my requests I promise

Masterlist | REQUESTS OPEN

The mission was simple. Some guy had disrupted this dimension and caused a bridge to collapse and some other havoc. You, Jess, Pavitr, and Hobie had been assigned to apprehend the man while Gwen, Peter B, and Miles helped get people to safety.

You were on a roll, until you weren't.

It all happened so fast, you didn't have a chance to move out of the way. Everyone was so engulfed with saving the people from the threat, even you. No one noticed the car flying towards you at full speed, the driver passed out with his foot on the gas.

At least, not until it was too late.

So there you laid, in the headquarters infirmary, still knocked out. You had a bandage on the right side of your forehead because of a stitched wound. There were stitches in your right arm as well where there had been shards of glass stuck in your arm. You had broken two ribs, and a fractured hip bone that luckily didn't need surgery because of your quickened healing process.

Meanwhile, your team stood outside Miguel's office with bated breath.

"How do we tell him?" Miles asked quietly, eyes filled with anxiety.

"What's the big deal?" Jess questions. Unlike her, the others new his infatuation with you. He always spared her from his glares and scowls, when he would scream at them for failures he never yelled directly at you, and he tried to send you out on as few missions as you'd allow. When you persisted to go, he'd always be extra persistent to the group about watching out for each other.

"Miguel is in love with her!" Pav whisper shouted. Jess just rolled her eyes, although it made a few things click.

"We're going to be professional and tell him that Y/N was involved in an accident and we'll explain it to him," Peter said, trying to be practical. But everyone's eyes widened and they shook their heads violently.

"No no no. Ask any spider person here if that is a good idea. Its not," Gwen said which surprised Jessica because Gwen is normally reasonable. The adult looked around at the teens fearful eyes, except Hobie of course who couldn't wait to see how things played out.

"Why is it a bad idea?" Jessica asked, mainly to humor the bunch.

"He'd freak. He'd probably kill us. No, he would. He will blame us and," Pavitr shivered, unable to finish his sentence. He loved you and everyone knew it. And you loved him, but they didn't know that. Although it could be assumed, and many did, you were better at hiding it then Miguel.

Jessica forced the group inside and they approached Miguel. He turned to them with a frown, one often plastered on his face. "How was the mission?" He asked dryly. His red eyes scowered the faces in his office but didn't see the one he was waiting for.

"We completed it, but there was a complication." Jessica informed him, causing his chest to tighten. If you weren't there, and there was a complication.... He raised an eyebrow, encouraging her to continue. "Y/N was, hurt."

Rage.

They all saw it as clear as day. Anger crawled up his throat and spread across his face. His stomach felt nauseous and he couldn't catch his breath.

"How?" He growled. His hands shook. He hated that feeling. Feeling helpless and.... Scared. It only made him angrier.

"Well we were all just doing our jobs and a car came out of nowhere and hit her." Peter B. said.

"It full on slammed her, you could hear it!" Hobie gawked.

"Not helping Hobie." Miles warned but Hobie just said, "Good." The fury radiated off of Miguel and causes the whole team to cower back. He'd never been this angry.

But instead of screaming at them he just sprinted to the infirmary.

~

Your eyes fluttered open and you went to rub them but felt sharp pain everywhere. You blinked a few times to clear your vision and looked down at your wounded body.

"The heck?" You muttered under your breath. You couldn't remember what happened. You just remembered being on the mission. Suddenly you heard heavy breathing to your side and you looked over to see Miguel staring at you. You nearly jumped out of your skin, resulting in a groan from the pain. He hopped out of his seat and crouched by your head. He tucked some stray hair behind your ear but you gave him a confused look.

"Three questions," You began, "Number one: What happened? Number two: Why are you here? And most importantly, number three, why the fuck are you doing scaring the shit out of me like that?"

"Sorry for scaring you. You got hit by a car and fractured your hip bone, and had to get stitches in a few places because of glass. But the nurses said you'll be better in a few days because of your enhanced healing capabilities." Miguel said it blankly, but you sensed the tenderness behind it.

"That's kinda badass," You grinned. "I mean imagine telling our- shit, I mean, my future kids that I got whammed by a car. Wait- what kind of car?" You quickly tried to recover from saying 'our kids', hoping he didn't notice. He did, however, and completely lost focus, gaping at you. You felt your cheeks inflamed with scarlet humiliation.

"Huh? Oh um, I- I don't know. No pregunté, lo siento." [I didn't ask, sorry] He seemed to be in a trance of some sort, taken off guard.

"Well, that's okay. I just hope it was a cool car. I would rather be able to say 'I got hit by a brand new Corvette' than having to say 'Yeah I got ran over by a Kia soul.' You know?" You ranted awkwardly, truing to lighten the mood.

"Mhm." Was all he hummed in response, still staring off in a daze. You wished you could hide under the sheets until he left. He sat back down in the chair a few feet from the bed and watched you. You felt your stomach churning under his gaze.

"Miguel?" You asked.

"¿Sí?" [Yes?] He looked you in the eyes and you looked into his.

"You didn't answer question number 2." You stated. You wanted to turn your whole body but could only move your head without pain.

There was complete silence for what felt like eternity. You picked at the itchy white sheet over your legs and stared at your fumbling hands. Maybe you had overstepped, but you were sick of you and Miguel tip toeing around the subject of your feelings. He obviously liked you, at least, you hoped he did.

"When they told me you were hurt... I've never been so terrified in my life." He admitted, meeting your eyes once more. You were challenged to match his at first, but you forced yourself to stare back at his red eyes.

Miguel O'Hara terrified. For you no less.

You didn't know what to say. Thank you? I'm fine? You don't have to be here? Nothing seemed right. Before you knew it, words were slipping out of your mouth.

"I'm in love with you." You said then dropped your jaw, turning your red face forward and refusing to look at him. Did you really just say what he thinks you said? Did I really just say what I think I said?

Maybe it was because of his silence. Maybe it was because you wee hoping to admit your love somewhere more romantic. Maybe it was because he hadn't said anything to lead to this response. But you were mortified. You felt tears brimming in your eyes, the cause being a mixture of pain and embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, that just sorta slipped." You glance at him for a moment then quickly look forward again. He's so beautiful.

"Its okay." He immediately regretted saying that. It's okay? What does that even mean? Both of you thought in unison. He wanted to tell you he was in love with you too but while he was trying to think of how to say it, the others came in.

"Hey!! Great to see you awake Y/N, we were just coming to check on you." Jess said, then glanced at the looks on you and Miguel's faces and felt out of place. "Are we- interrupting?"

"No," You managed, not sparing Miguel a glance. Gwen gave you a side hug on your good side and the rest of the team stood at the end of the bed. Miguel shifted uncomfortably in his seat and let a scowl rest on his face. You swear he'd scowl no matter how happy he was,, only now he wasn't happy. He wasn't displeased with you, but with himself.

"We're so glad you're gonna be okay," Miles smiled sweetly.

"Thank you," You wanted desperately to get your mind of Miguel. 'I probably look like shit." You chuckled uneasily.

"You look fine." Miguel musters. You can't help the butterflies that erupt at his statement, much to your dismay.

"So, one question." You chose to ignore Miguel, scared to cry. Everyone looks at you, encouraging you to continue. "What kind of car was it?"

"A Honda civic." Hobie stifled a laugh.

"Damn, I was hoping for something cool." You rolled your eyes. Everyone chuckled but there was a looming tension in the room and they didn't need spider sense to feel it.

"Right well, we should head out. We'll check on you later Y/N," Peter smiled and patted your good leg.

"Sorry you got hurt, we'll be more careful next time!" Miles called on his way out, but you assumed it was more to please Miguel than you. The door shut and without missing a beat Miguel immediately stated,

"I'm in love with you too." You beamed after he said this, look over at him.

"I know this isn't the best time, but come kiss me you moron!" You laughed. He quickly obliged, walking to you and leaning over the bed to press a soft kiss on your lips. The corner of your mouth was cut but you couldn't care less, happy to finally kiss him. He deepened the kiss slightly, but you couldn't do much because if your injuries.

"MY EYES!!! I NEED TO BLEACH MY EYES!!!" Hobie screamed after having walked in on the scene. You laughed into the kiss and pulled away, breathless.

You watched Miguel's face, tracing every detail into memory. You weren't exactly sure where this left you guy's relationship, but you felt an ache in your chest from how happy you were.

You noticed the glimpse of sadness in Miguel eyes and ask him if he's alright. He just holds your hand, looking at your slightly swollen (but still beautiful) face. "For a second I thought I'd lost you, when they came in without you," he paused briefly before whispering, "I can't lose you."

"I'm not going anywhere. A few broken bones and some cuts aren't going to be enough to keep me away from you."

~

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[adorejungkook]

Baby Got Back!!

Synopsis; Jeon Jungkook has the fattest fucking crush on you meanwhile Jimin and Taehyung don’t find you too hard to look at either. Now Jungkook has to find a way to confess his feelings, maybe even show you,  before the other two find their ways into your pants during your “staycation”. 

Warnings; series, eventual (almost immediate) smut, pining, the boys are horny they talk a bit raunchy about you, big dick!jk (they call it small tho they're just bullying) ,first chapter is pretty tame, you canonically have a nice booty <3

chapter. 1 , 2, 3, 4 , 5

Jungkook hated it when you were around.

You were just so fucking nice, so pretty. He could barely think around you.

The best days were when you decided to let Jimin drag you to lunch along with him and the other two boys. 

“Wait, you’re really leaving us for a whole week? Whyyy,” Taehyung whined, leaning into your side, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer. They were all so comfortable with you, Jungkook had no idea how. He knew he’d combust if he was in his friends position, especially with the way you were running your fingers through his hair. 

Was it weird to wonder how you smelled right now?

“ Not even a whole week!” you say, giggling a bit when Tae groans at you pushing him off you a bit, “My parents really wanted me to come home for like three days, you’ll live.”

“You promised you’d come with us this weekend,” Jimin puffs, pushing cerulean strands away from his eyes, “I already rented our Airbnb and it was expensive as shit! If you don’t come I’m just gonna assume you hate me,” 

It was so hard to focus on the conversation, with the way his friends were sandwiching you between them. He looked down, knitting his eyebrows and running his tongue along the side of his cheek. He kept his eyes on his plate when you said you had to leave early and pushed out a small ‘bye’ when you squeezed his shoulder on your way out.

“Kook, you can stop crying now,” 

“I wasn't!” Jungkook huffs, whipping his head up to pout at his older friends laughing at him. They only made his situation harder, teasing him about you every chance they got.

“Uh, why are you yelling at me when I just got your girlfriend to come on the trip?” Jimin asks, a hand over his heart to feign hurt. Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows at the younger boy before stealing a couple fries from his plate.

“What? She said she was coming like a week ago hyung,” 

“Oh my god,” Jimin snorted, “Have you not been paying attention? What were you doing for like the past twenty minutes?” 

“Probably looking at her ass,” Taehyung interjects, waving his salt covered fingers in Jungkook’s direction.

“She was sitting down bruh,”

“I know. Her ass is still amazing,”

Jimin pauses for a moment, staring at his grinning friend. 

“You’re right, though,”He giggles, eyes turning to crescent moons with his bright smile.

Here they go again. Jungkook’s friends were never shy about their attraction to you, even though they knew about his long held crush. He figured it was because they thought he’d never act on it. They were probably right.

“Listen, she was thinking about going to her parents for three days but I convinced her to only go for the weekend so that she could still come with us,” Jimin smirked, puffing out his chest as if he deserved a medal for his ‘work’. 

Well, considering he just saved Jungkook a good two hours of sulking, maybe he did.

“Thank god, I packed like 3 pairs of grey sweatpants and no underwear! I would’ve wasted all my ‘sexy’ on… you two,” Jungkook said, pretending to gag with a finger in his mouth.

“Ew, bruh.” Jimin grimanced .

“I’m gross but y’all were just sitting here talking about ___’s ass?”

Taehyung patted his shoulder from across the table, giving him a pitiful stare.

“Her ass is actually sexy and your little dick is like a Kandinsky painting.”

“Beautiful?” Jungkook snorts, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Nah, abstract!” He replied, falling back on his seat in a fit of giggles.

It was going to be a long two days without you. 

[t-thathandsomedevil]

Desire - mattheo riddle x fem! Nott! Reader

TW! Smut, s3x  foul language, mention of drugs, alchol, ciggaretts, etc, 16+ (but if your underage read at your own risk) CRINGE WARNING, frendly arguments -- Author note I am delululu and have a severe case of mattheo brain rot so yea ：) this was a request (anonymous wanted more smut) I always take construction criticism, spelling/grammar/punctuation correction, and requests Enjoy<3 773 words 4,395 characters

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Mattheo was tiered. Of everything. He was tierd of school, he was tierd of being treated like the devil because of his name, but most of all, ve was tierd of pretending to be your friend. He didnt want to be your friend. He wanted to be your boyfriend. He kept hinting he wanted to be more than friends, hitting on you, but you took it as wholesome, platonic behavior like hell.

"who is gonna drive? Y/N cant drive because she hasnt take lesson.'' The said, tossing his ciggarett into the bushes.

"theo, i dont want you to drive.'' You said, crossing your arms. Theodore rolled his eyes ''why not? I passed my motherfucking test like bruh''

"hmm, are you just gonna pretend you never crashed your buggatti into a tree because you were reading on wattpad?'' Mattheo asked, smirking.

"yes, and that was not my buggatti. It was draco's.'' Clarified theo, casually flipping mattheo off.

"guys shut up and fucking decide who will drive. I vote mattheo'' you said, raising your hand to show your vote. "I vote Mattheo too.'' Mattheo said, turning his head and smirking at Theodore ''sorry mate, you gotta sit in the back''

Theodore scowled ''son of a bitch.'' Mattheo smirked and said ''motherfucking son of  bitch.''

"you both are a son of a bitch so get in the car'' you chided your brother and his bestfriend. Mattheo smiled fake apologeticly and opened the driver's seat door, but theo smirked and said ''your a whore''

-AFTER SIBLING ISSUES-

Mattheo started the engine and picked up his phone and made to pick a playlist but Theodore said: ''im in charge of the radio because I have to sit in the back'' Mattheo grinned ''i dont get it but bro here'' he handed Theo the phone. "just dont play Ed Sheeran''

You frowned, knowing theo and not wanting to listen to Melanie Martinez, but Mattheo smirked and, when Theodore wasnt looking, angeled the mirror so that he could see under your clothes.

You opend your mouth to protest but Mattheo put a finger to your lip and winked ''shhh''. You frowned more still and pulled your knees to your chest.

Mattheo drove into the safeway gas station, the mirror still reflecting your legs. "fucker, my car dont need gas.'' Theodore mutterd. Mattheo rolled his eyes ''can you get the drinks from the safeway right here?''

Theodore nodded and pushed the door ''mattheo riddle onlock the door.'' Mattheo grinned sheepishly and unlocked the door. "firewhiskey'' he added ''i'll text you when you can come back.'' Theo rolled his eyes ''wow, now im getting locked out of my own car?'' He asked

"dont act like i didnt pay for half your car rent shit, idk what its called'' he said, smilling a genuine smile and patting Theodore's shoulder when he saw the hurt look on his face. "this is the only ill lock you out  promise''

As soon as Theodore shut the door, mattheo was ontop of you. "w-what are you doing..?'' You stutterd as Mattheo's hand traveled around your body. He gave you a boyish smile. "what does it look like im doing, angel?'' His hands now playing with your bra strap.

Before you could react, Mattheo was undressing you, leaving marks as he went. When he was done, Mattheo tossed your clothes into the driver's seat and thrusting his fingers into your cunt, waisting no time, pausing only to look at what ws between your legs.

"M-mattheo w-why..?'' You gasped quietly but he kissed you and said: ''shh, princess, pay attention.''

Mattheo's hands went to his jean zipper and yours went to his his button-up shirt. Mattheo's clothes were soon in the driver's seat aswell and he was ontop of you again.

He shoved his cock inside you, quickly pushing and pulling, his hand tangled in your hair and his other pinning yours onto the car window. You moaned as Mattheo's thrusts became rougher, feeling you pussy go numb.

You saw the people giving you and Mattheo the 'what the fuck' look, but you didnt care. All you could think about was Mattheo and Mattheo alone. "fuck..! " you moaned, arching your back.

Mattheo's lips pressed against yours again, tasting of acrid ciggarett smoke and sugary honey. You felt Mattheo's toung on your lips and you happily opend your mouth, letting his toung dance with yours, spilling saliva.

When your lips parted, leaving a bitter-sweet taste on your toung, Mattheo immediately picked up your clothes and began putting his clothes on. "we dont want your brother feeling excluded, do we?'' He asked, smirking.

You smiled and put on your clothes.

[thecuriousquest]

Can I please request a scenario where Yandere Levi uses his power and influence to threaten and force civillian reader into marrying him. Like maybe he threatens that if she doesn't agree then he will harm her family or something? She has no choice but to agree. Can I also get a NSFW (non-con) of their wedding night please.

That Fateful Night

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnugs-blog

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, non con, forced marriage, threats of harm, slapping, hair pulling, nudity, cock warming, edging, virginity loss, blood

Bruh, sorry if this is so fucking long.

Master List here.

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If you hadn’t have gone out that day…if you had just stayed inside! It was raining, and you couldn’t find your stubborn mutt. You couldn’t just leave him out there in the cold, damp winter.

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(Flashback)

You take to the streets with a shawl wrapped around your shoulders and hair, kept tightly to your chest with one hand, covering the cleavage your breasts. With your other, you raise the lantern, your shoes pattering against the wet streets of the village.

You begin shaking, not having the slightest idea where he might be.

“Shrügar! Shrügar!” You call out for your damned beast. That little pig of a hound is going to get it when you find him!

As the minutes tick by, horribly slowly, you feel the anger dissipate from your chest, and all you can feel is the burning in your nose as tears well up in your eyes.

What if he’s dead? What if he’s hurt? What if someone has found him and has tucked him away in their home for their own keeping?

“SHRÜGAR!!!” You fall to your knees, chest heaving with despair.

That mutt…that damned mutt that wormed his way into your heart. He was the last birthday gift you ever received from your mother before she died during a Titan attack.

“Well, I guess I can safely assume that all of your wailing is over this dog?”

Opening your eyes, you look up from the ground.

A not at all tall man, but still extremely handsome with his structured bones and hawk-like gray eyes, stands in front of you holding your forty pound dog in his arms.

Of course his tongue is hanging out happily. Damned mutt.

You stand up, the tears rushing now with joy and relief. You take Shrügar from his arms, cuddling him closely.

“Sir…thank you! Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this little fellow means to me. Can I offer something in return for bringing him back to me?”

“Well, it’s rather cold, isn’t it? Do you have any tea?”

So, like a good hearted young lady, you bring him back to your house for tea. You remove your shawl, setting it aside to hang on a hook. You busy yourself in the kitchen, offering the man a seat at the table. You notice how he takes the head of it.

“My father is upstairs sleeping. He’s practically deaf though. He could never hear anything over his own snores to begin with,” you laugh intrinsically.

He likes the way your wet dress sticks to your body as you move about with the tea kettle. He can’t help but notice the droplets of rain water clinging to your collarbones, rolling down your chest, catching at the tops of your breasts. The way they build into little beads until they are forced to move with the curve of your ample bosom, catching in your cleavage, soaked up by the shirt beneath your corset.

Your dog waits idly by the man’s feet with his tongue hanging out.

You offer him the tea cup once it’s done and take a seat of your own next to him.

Something stirs with worry from your oh-so good heart. “How far away do you live?”

The man drinks his tea in a rather odd way before answering you. He holds the cup by the rim, and you think it’s unique…endearing almost. He tells you, as briefly as possible, that he’s a military man, so he lives on base.

“If it’s too late, we have a spare bedroom you could take for the night. I will admit, it’s not exactly the best kept room. We rarely use it, and we weren’t expecting any guests tonight.”

He wants to look you in the eyes coldly and tell you that he has no interest in sleeping in some germ ridden wasteland of dust.

But he sees the genuine concern on your face, and it stirs his cock, makes it twitch, makes him a little excited.

“Please, it’s the least I can do for you.”

And then, you grab his cold hand with your warm one. How you managed to warm up faster than him? He’ll never know.

But he likes your hand on him in a pleading manner. Likes watching your brows knit as you try to convince him that it’s much too wet and cold to be walking so far.

“You don’t even know my name, yet you’re inviting me to stay the night?” Is all he asks, all he responds with, all he can think to say.

“I…I guess I didn’t think to ask. What is your name?”

“Levi Ackerman, Captain of the Survey Corps.”

Your lips turn up at the corners in a smile, and he wishes you would pout again.

What would it be like to see you cry? Are you pretty when you cry? Does your chest bounce with each heaving sob? Do you look defeated?

His cock twitches again.

“Well, Captain, I’m Y/N L/N, owner of the bookshop down the street.”

Oh, how he delights in this more than he cares for.

“I’ll have to visit sometime. I’ve never really had the time to explore this village.”

“I’d be more than happy to show you around.” You squeeze his hand before letting go.

He has the impulse to grab yours, to press a kiss against the back of your hand, to feel how his lips would mold to the flesh of your knuckles. He refuses to act on such a whim, far too graceful to let himself sink this quickly into your deep waters.

And true to his word, he stays the night. And even more so, when he does return to your little village a month later, he finds you shuffling around the store holding a pile of books with Shrügar on a blanket in the corner.

You’re already up and up the ladder by the time Levi reaches you.

Fuck, he can see up your dress.

You little vixen.

With all of the books in one arm, you shelf them correctly. You don’t even notice him.

“Having fun?”

He scares the hell out of you, and you wobble, and you fall off the ladder.

Levi’s eyes widen, catching you with both arms. He looks at you intensely.

“You little brat! You could’ve hurt yourself if I hadn’t been here!”

“…but you were, and I’m so grateful!” You wrap your hands around his neck, not letting his scolding bother you at all.

Levi huffs and lets you down. He helps you collect the books strewn across the floor from your not-so-elegant fall.

“It seems I owe you again for saving my life.”

“You might not be safe from a thrashing though,” he grumbles.

“Hmmm?” You hear something mumbled, but you can’t quite make it out.

“I suppose a book will do,” his voice is clear now.

You give him one of the classical genre for free after he specifically asks for you to surprise him.

“I just thought you might enjoy it is all. It’s one of my favorites.”

He hums and nods, petting Shrügar on the head.

He whines when Levi withdraws his hand.

“How is your father?”

The mentioning of your father brings a smile to your face. “Father is quite well! He’s up and walking. He’s having one of his good days. I’m really happy when he has his good days. He’s even remembering Mother a bit. That makes me sad because he’s wondering where she is, but…you know…at least he’s remembering the love of his life.”

And then, so as not to be rude because you never, ever want to be rude, you ask how his parents are fairing. Things become silent…awkwardly.

“My parents are dead.”

You cover your mouth with both hands, dropping the book.

Levi only looks down at the leather bound book with a stern gaze.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t know. Oh, Levi…”

You’re too good hearted for your own good.

Levi wills the tears to come to your eyes, but just as he sees them glisten slightly, you push them back, and his cock sits in his trousers sadly.

“How would you? You didn’t know them. We’re not even from the same place.”

You crouch down to pick up the fallen book, and Levi gets a quick peek at your cleavage. He takes the book from you and simply smirks at your frown.

“Well, it’s still sad. I don’t know what I’d do without my father. I already lost my mother during a Titan attack. I miss her so much. Do you miss your mother?”

Not only so good natured, but also too damn curious. Levi can’t help but chuckle, and you’re oblivious to his intent behind the laughter.

He reaches out past your ear, grabbing the back of your head. He pulls your foreheads close together in an intimate manner, but it’s as far as he goes.

“I think you’re too much of a good girl for your own good.”

It’s so…out of nowhere. You don’t understand what he’s talking about.

Swallowing a thick buildup of saliva down your throat, you gulp over the knot.

“Thank you?” Is it a compliment? An insult? He called you a “good girl”, but what does he mean by any of this?

When he lets go of you, he turns around immediately to leave. “I’ll be seeing you around, brat. Don’t go falling off of shitty ladders anytime soon.”

It’s so odd to you. All of it. Everything. The walk home with Shrügar is odd. Cooking dinner for you and your father is odd.

It’s as if there are eyes on you, but you don’t know for certain. You aren’t sure where the eyes are.

Maybe, it’s Mother watching over you. That thought is more settling, and you relax your shoulders.

Once a week, Levi comes to see you at your bookshop in the tiny village far away just down the street from his favorite tea shop. You’re doing the finances when he walks in, and you see Shrügar patter over to Levi for a scratch behind the ears.

You look at them with a smile. Rounding the register, you walk over to Levi. You’re not sure whether to hug him or give him a small peck on the cheek. He’s so familiar, yet so distant. You can never get a good reading on your relationship, even as the months pass.

“Hello, Captain,” you draw out the last word, loving to tease him over something as much as an honorary title.

“Hello, brat,” he returns.

“I’m not a brat,” you pout at him.

“That’s funny because you’re always a little brat around me.”

He loves to tease you right back.

“I have another free book for you.”

“Did you pick it out?” he inquires.

“As always since you’re too lazy to do it yourself.”

He shakes his head, holding back a retort, allowing you to place the leather bound book in his hand. Another classic, a different author.

Another treasure.

“I liked the last one. The politics was a nice mirror of society.” He always tries to talk about the books he gives to you, but he can never find the right things to say about it without sounding like he’s writing an essay.

You two go on for a while, it’s mostly you doing the talking. He likes listening though. He’s good at listening. Good at chiming in for short comments here and there.

And then, he’s so bold towards you again like the time he grabbed you by the back of your neck.

This time, he grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him. He says nothing. His eyes closed. He simply breathes you in. Breathes in the scent of your hair and skin. Breathes in the lingering fruit on your lips.

You smell so goddamn delicious. Everything about you is just so fucking delectable.

He can’t help the chaste kiss against your collarbone. The slick lining of his tongue against your flesh as he drags it upward, nipping at a soft spot on your neck.

However, you worry. You’re in public, in an open bookshop that you own! Pushing him away, you step back.

“Levi…I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression…”

Oh fuck, you’re horrible with conflict. You shrivel up on the inside, hesitating with what you want to say and how to say it so as not to upset the man who has done so much for you.

“I’m sorry, so sorry, Levi. I thought we were just very good friends.”

“Friends?” The word in his mouth is sour like spoiled milk.

He grabs your wrist again, harder this time, enough to bruise. You whine under his hold, trying to pry his fingers off of you.

“If you were my friend, then why would you give me so many free books? Why would you wear such low cut dresses every time I see you? Why would you offer for me to spend the night every time I come to this shitty little place?”

He shatters your heart like a mirror thrown on the floor.

“I…I never…”

“You never what? Thought you could get away with dressing like a whore? Thought I wouldn’t be attracted to a pretty little thing like you all wet in the streets with your tits out?”

Your tears fall, and they keep falling, and they don’t stop no matter how much Levi keeps going, his words digging the shard of broken glass straight into your broken heart.

Your tears are what drives his tongue to whip you with such cruelty. You don’t even know it. If you could pull yourself together and stop crying, then he would stand up straight and unhand you, but you’re too much of a good girl, such a good hearted person on the sensitive side of femininity.

You can’t force the tears to stop in his verbal berating. You don’t even know if they will ever stop on their own.

And Shrügar, the poor fucking idiot is happily napping in the corner while you’re sobbing your miserable heart out.

You crumple to your knees, Levi’s grasp still like a vice around your squeezed flesh. Never have you felt this humiliated in your life, this horrible on the inside.

He’s admonishing you for leading him on, but you didn’t even know.

“So now, you’re going to fix this.” And he goes silent.

You look up at him, shivering and hitching with a wail that wants so desperately to flee from your salty lips.

“H-how?”

He leers at you, and you shrink back uncomfortably.

“I know you’re a virgin. Too fucking sweet to let anyone else be that close to you. You’re going to make it up by giving it to me.”

“I…I can’t! Levi, please, you’re my friend!”

A slap rings out across the shop, but your dog sleeps like a rock. You press your hand against your cheek, frozen with fear, wincing in pain as he switches his grip from your wrist to your locks of hair. He fists them angrily, cruelly, sadistically.

“We are not friends, you dumb little shit. If I have to marry you to make you do this, I fucking will, but I’ll have you in my bed either way.”

You shake your head at the prospect. It scares you more than anything.

His clutch on your tresses loosens only slightly, trying to force you to focus on what he has to say next.

“Your father, he’s so old. So brittle. Bad things can happen to old people pretty quickly. No, we want him to go peacefully from natural causes, don’t we?”

His question isn’t really a question to you. It’s one of those trick questions your mother always used to ask you when she was upset with you over something.

Still, you shake your head. You don’t want anything bad happening to your father!

“It’s pretty easy for dogs to wind up badly injured these days, or even worse…” he lets his sentence trail off.

You cry helplessly, mewling with moans and sobs again.

Levi swipes away a tear with the pad of his thumb and licks it off of his finger. And just like he knew it would be, the salty droplet is so fucking palatable.

“Please, I don’t…I can’t! I don’t want anything bad happening to my father or Shrügar! Please, Levi, please?”

He likes how your breasts heave up and down with each sharp breath, each heavy sob. He loves how your lips are wet and pouty, your cheeks red and coated with tears. Your glistening orbs surrounded by damp and clumpy lashes.

He knew seeing you cry, really cry, deep and gritty sobs, shaking with heartbreak. He knew this was the sight he had been imagining all those months ago.

And fuck it makes him harder than a rock.

He laughs at you, a dark chuckle from where he’s on one knee in front of you. He cups your red cheeks with both hands, bringing your foreheads close together.

“Then, you’ll marry me?”

And utterly defeated, you accept his proposal.

(End flashback)

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These are the thoughts you sit with as Levi undoes the corset of your wedding dress. It’s simple, nothing fancy. He likes simple things on you.

You step out of the dress, crossing your arms over your bare breasts.

He can’t believe he’s seeing them in person now. The beauty of you is so ethereal, made for him and his eyes alone.

He dips a finger into the waistband of your underwear, dragging them down slowly, letting them pool around your ankles. Like a true gentleman, he gives you his hand to hold onto, helping you step out of them.

Naked before him, at your most vulnerable, you watch him undress as well. You’re surprised by how hard he is when he removes his trousers. It’s nothing you didn’t expect having immersed yourself in romance novels on lonely nights. However, you just weren’t expecting him to be so big.

“Will it hurt?” That curiosity comes creeping up your throat.

And that sadistic glint in his eyes is back. “I hope so.”

He pushes you down on your back on the bed and climbs over you.

Panic. Panic, panic, panic. It’s all you feel, all that floods your veins, your arteries, your cells, your organs. It mixes with your blood, concocting a terrible potion of anxiety.

You thrash beneath him, slapping at his shoulders, attempting to drive your knee in between his legs to push him off of you.

He forces you onto your right side, straddling your right thigh. Pressing himself against you, he grips your thigh with one hand, keeping the pit of your left knee close against his left hip.

You try to strike him, anything to get him off of you. Cheap shots are all you take at him, and God, he lets go of your thigh so that he can pin your wrists down by your sides.

You cry out, feeling the tip of him at your slit’s entrance. You shake your head wildly. No, no, no. This can’t be — This can’t be happening! You don’t want this!

He was supposed to be your friend! He helped you, saved your dog, saved your life! You gave him books, you gave him so much of yourself!

He impales you with his large cock with one sharp thrust of his hips. The pain is unimaginable. Never before would you have thought something which sounds so magical in books could cause such gut wrenching convulsions in real life.

Again, your tears make another appearance, but it only spurs him on. Faster, faster, deeper, faster, then slow, slow and hard until his hips pick up the pace again.

It feels like your walls are too tight around his length, like they’re trying to kick him out. You want him out! Out now!

You cry to Levi for relief, for a break, for him to just stop all together.

But oh he likes this too much to stop. In fact, he cock warms on the edge of his orgasm, forcing himself to stop, to have a semblance of restraint, just to pick up the pace again once his orgasm slips away from him.

It’s so…so horrible. Devastating? Definitely bad.

You don’t like this one bit.

“Levi, I want to stop! Can you please, stop? Please?!” You throw your head back against the pillow, your neck feeling strained, your forehead throbbing with a migraine.

“I’m not going to stop until you’re a little puddle of come, got that, brat?”

Whether he means his come or your come, you can’t tell. You don’t feel any joy from this, there’s only the sharp burn, the tightness of your insides.

Each time Levi drives into you, a raspy scream falls past your slick lips. He dips his head down low, biting at your chest, your neck. His blunt teeth drawing blood, digging beneath your flesh so deeply.

You whimper in disgust and pain like a wounded animal.

Finally, after multiple withholds of his own orgasm, he finally comes inside of you, and you’re just thankful that it’s over. He lets you go, drawing his blood covered cock out of you slowly, a show of power.

You look at it and then look at the bed beneath you once he stands up.

There’s a puddle of blood from your virginity being stripped away from you. Left without a choice.

You press your hand against the blood, feeling it. A reminder of your past before Levi, all of the romantic adventures you fantasized about in your head, all of the men you could have met but never will get the chance to now.

Somehow, this breaks you down even more.

“Quit acting like such a snot nosed brat, Y/N. Those tears better be dry by the time I get back from bathing. I have to wash all of your blood off my cock.”

You refuse to look at him, but you hear the smirk in his voice.

Yes, you wish you had never gone out that cold, wet winter’s night.

[here4kpopfics]

Breed My Alpha | YoonMin

Pairing: Yoongi/Jimin Genre: smut, fluff, mxm AU: A/B/O. Alpha Min Yoongi, Omega Jimin Wordcount: 4,395 Summary: Alpha Yoongi loves when Jimin goes into heat because the omega seems to think he’s actually the alpha and Yoongi *loves* going along with it. Warnings: smut smut smut. mxm, bruh i don't even know how to warn this. it's straight up smut where jimin wants to fuck yoongi. mentions of slick, alpha/omega dynamics. mentions of breeding. smut without a real plot Rating: M / 18+ AN: This took five hundred years to write between the chaos of life, a promotion at work, trying to have a social life, and just being in a ridiculous funk for months. But we did it, folks. We did it. @gimmethatagustd inspired the prompt, and made me a moodboard, and convinced me to join a fest on twitter and now here we are. This is for the omegajiminfest on AO3. Baby's first mxm, first A/B/O and first smut in *months*. thank you to my fave @theharrowing for beta reading and of course beautiful Jai for encouraging me to finish this mess 🥰 Masterlist | AO3 | Twitter | AskBox

The second Yoongi puts his key in the lock of the front door, he can smell it. 

It’s a perfect mixture of mandarins, grapefruit, bergamot, juniper, and rosemary. The combination of his alpha’s and Jimin’s omega’s scents. 

It almost has Yoongi growling. 

“Here we go.” Yoongi mumbles to himself with a smile, slowly opening the door and stepping inside, bracing himself for the next few days

He had been at work, mind replaying the morning earlier when he woke up to Jimin whimpering in his sleep and the undeniable smell of his heat coming. 

He asked the omega if he wanted Yoongi to stay, but he denied him, saying he felt fine. 

He got the voice memo just after lunch. 

“Alpha. Need you. Where are you? Yoongi, need alpha.” He was borderline sobbing between pants. Yoongi could practically hear the way he was rutting against the sheets, looking for any kind of friction. 

Thank god he thought to wear his headphones before playing it. He doesn’t want to know what his assistant would’ve thought. 

Yoongi sent him a text back saying to wait and ended his work day early, telling his boss he’d be out of office for a few days. 

He rushed to the closest convenience store, stocking up on instant meals, snacks, and various drinks. He also made sure to grab a bottle of lube. Omegas don’t need it, producing their own slick, but Yoongi knows his omega mate all too well. Sometimes he asks for specific things an omega generally doesn’t. So he gets the lube, and maybe he’ll give his omega what he wants this time. 

He’s quick to put the groceries away after toeing off his shoes at the door. 

Once complete, he takes a deep breath, his wolf prancing in his chest. 

Omega is waiting. Hurry, hurry, hurry. 

Just to spite his wolf, Yoongi takes his time moving to the bedroom, slowly crawling up the stairs as the omega’s pheromones get stronger. He can hear the whines of his mate halfway up the steps and it only teases his wolf more. 

When he opens the bedroom door, his eyes immediately lock onto Jimin, who, in the time it took for Yoongi to leave for work and come home, had rearranged the bed, turning it into a full-on nest of pillows and blankets. Yoongi had tried sneaking some of his dirty clothes from the laundry into the bed the night before when he had a feeling the heat was coming, but Jimin never liked dirty laundry on the bed or his nest, so they got tossed to the floor.

“Alpha?” Jimin’s voice cracks, head barely lifting to look behind him. He’s on his stomach, wearing only his underwear, clutching the pillow underneath him as he slowly rolls his hips into the bed. 

“I’m here, Jimin.” He stands at the edge of the bed, taking off his blazer and belt, watching his mate try to relieve himself. He can see how soaked his tight briefs are and he has to fight the wolf to do what he wants. 

“Yoongi. It hurts.”

“I know, baby. I’m here now, it’s okay.” His voice soothes as his own pheromones blend with Jimin’s, calming the omega’s anxiousness as he crawls onto the bed on his hands and knees. Jimin quietly whines every time Yoongi’s lips meet his spine, following the moon tattoos up to the back of his neck. 

“You’re so pretty, omega. My beautiful omega.” A purr vibrates through Yoongi’s chest as he nuzzles his nose just under Jimin’s ear, teasing at the scent gland. 

“Please.” 

“Hmm?” Yoongi’s lips curl up into a grin, his teeth grazing over the gland and next to the claim mark he gave him a little over a year ago. “What do you want, Jimin?” 

“You.”

“Me?”

“Alpha. Need alpha’s knot.”

“Oh, so you don’t want me, you just want to use me.” Yoongi teases, licking and sucking anywhere but the scent gland. 

“No!” He tries raising his head to turn to his mate, but the side of his head is quickly pushed back into the pillow by Yoongi’s large hand. Jimin whines at the force, even though it is very light. 

“No?” Yoongi teases, fingers tangling in the smaller’s hair for a moment. 

“Not using you. Need you. Want you. Please, please, please.” He’s almost sobbing, hips lifting to try to meet Yoongi’s crotch with his ass. 

“Okay, okay. I hear you. How bad do you want me and my knot, baby?”

“Please.” He cries, tears falling into the pillow. 

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Need you so bad. So, so, so bad, Yoongi.”

“Ass up, omega.”

God, Yoongi loves how obedient Jimin’s omega is. Outside of heats, Jimin is a brat in bed. He’s constantly going against Yoongi’s orders, not that he gives that many to begin with. But he’s always talking back, trying to take power away from Yoongi. Which, to be fair, Yoongi loves. If anything, he gets more turned on the more dominating Jimin tries to be. 

But Jimin in heat? That’s a whole other Jimin for Yoongi to fall in love with. 

Yoongi’s barely off him before Jimin’s pushing his ass up, settling on his knees and hugging the pillow under him. Yoongi rolls up his sleeves, laughing as Jimin gives his ass a little wiggle and Yoongi can’t resist giving it a quick smack, grinning at the sound Jimin makes in response. 

“That’s my omega. Can I take these off?”

“Yes. Please. Please, please, please.”

Yoongi’s grin grows, teeth showing, as he rips the underwear off, not wanting to waste time pulling the fabric down his legs, and tossing it to the floor. 

Large hands spread Jimin’s cheeks as Yoongi’s chest swells with pride at just how wet his omega is for him. 

“Oh, baby. You’ve been suffering all this time while I was at work?”

Jimin tries to answer, he really tries. But all words escape him, only a loud muffled moan, when Yoongi’s licking directly across his hole. 

If you asked Yoongi what his favorite snack was, he’d say Jimin. And everyone would laugh, thinking it was a joke, an attempt to tease Jimin and make him flustered in front of his friends. But Jimin and Yoongi both know that he’s being completely serious.

The man loves eating ass. Specifically Jimin’s. Specifically Jimin’s when he’s in heat. 

Omega tastes so good. His alpha screams in his chest, encouraging Yoongi to practically devour Jimin, fingers and tongue slipping past his rim to open him up quickly. 

Jimin comes twice before Yoongi decides to give in to his alpha’s demands, crawling over his omega, kissing up his spine and trailing over his moon tattoos. 

“Such a good omega. So perfect.” His voice rasps against Jimin’s skin. 

“Yoongi, alpha. Please.” Jimin whines again, voice on the edge of being broken. 

Yoongi’s quick to get off the bed again, removing the rest of his clothing until he’s naked before crawling back onto the bed. 

“I got you, baby. You don’t have to wait any longer.” Yoongi smirks, sitting back on his knees, his hands lazily sliding down Jimin’s torso to his hips. One hand stays there, holding him tight, while the other lines up his erection to Jimin’s soaked hole, wasting no time in pushing past the rim. 

And Jimin purrs. 

And Yoongi’s mind is gone. 

Omega happy. Omega likes us. More, more, more.

The moan mixed with the purring from the small omega kicks Yoongi’s alpha into overdrive. 

Knot him. Breed the omega. Pups. Need pups. Make the omega happy and pregnant. 

“Fuck, baby.” Yoongi’s voice cracks, wincing from the mix of pleasure and pain from how tight Jimin’s clenching around him. As if Jimin is trying to milk Yoongi for everything he’s got and he hasn’t even formed his knot yet. 

His hips have a mind of their own, pistoning into Jimin at a pace neither is prepared for. Jimin mindlessly pressing his ass back when Yoongi stutters, demanding he keep going. 

None of what Jimin’s mumbling through his cries makes any sense, and honestly, Yoongi is so focused on not coming immediately, that he’s barely paying attention. 

Knot the omega. Our omega. We love our omega. 

Yoongi’s desperate to keep his alpha quiet, but it’s impossible when his omega is splayed under him, begging for his alpha. 

“Alpha— knot. Plea—. Need it.” Jimin’s voice cuts through the alpha’s internal screams, delightfully prancing around at the request. And Yoongi can feel it forming. The knotted bulge around the base of his cock, growing bigger with each thrust and press against Jimin’s ass. 

It’s a heavy mix of praise and begging, whining and growling, panting and gasping from both men until Yoongi’s knot finally pushes past Jimin’s rim, his hole swallowing it completely. 

“Alpha!” Jimin squeaks underneath Yoongi, whose body slumps over the younger’s back, teeth gently dragging along Jimin’s scent gland as a hand snakes its way under the omega, finding his cock and slowly stroking it. 

“Gonna fill you with pups, omega. You ready for me?” His voice gently rumbles against Jimin’s ear who nods quickly, smattering of words of yes, please, and calling of his alpha spilling past his lips. 

Yoongi sinks his teeth into Jimin’s neck, almost perfectly over the claim mark, and with two more short thrusts, growls as his orgasm completely stills him. 

Jimin’s perfectly still as well, save for the bursts of his own orgasm shooting past Yoongi’s fingers and onto the bed. 

It’s euphoric, every time that Jimin’s in heat and takes Yoongi’s knot. When Yoongi’s in his rut, his alpha completely takes over and it’s like watching himself be with his mate. His alpha is feral; claiming the omega over and over, marking and scenting him so any and every alpha, beta, and omega knows Jimin is his omega. 

But when Jimin goes into heat outside of Yoongi’s rut? 

He gets to enjoy every moment. 

Every moan, every whine, every begging word, and every time Jimin clenches around him. 

Which is why he’s slow to release his hold on Jimin’s neck as he presses his hips further against the pliant omega. 

It’s only once he feels his knot go down and Jimin’s stomach feels fuller, that he releases his neck from his jaws. 

“Good omega, you did so well for your alpha.” He purrs into Jimin’s ear, licking over the fresh bite mark, “So so so good. Took my knot so deep, didn’t you?” 

Jimin turns his head to the side, finally showing his face. There’s drying tears on across his cheeks, his lips swollen from biting down too hard. 

He’s beautiful. 

He nods slowly, eyes failing to stay open. 

“Don’t fall asleep yet, baby. I’m gonna pull out and clean you up now, okay? Then we can nap until your heat spikes again.” 

Jimin whines again. But it’s not the omega whine, it’s a “Jimin’s being stubborn” whine. 

“Don’t even.” Yoongi smirks, kissing his cheek and slowly pulling out, hand rubbing his backside through the pain. 

He rushes off to the bathroom, grabbing a warm and wet washcloth and a change of clothes. But when he comes back, Jimin’s fast asleep. Yoongi’s eyes roll as he quietly cleans the omega, not bothering to put pajamas on him, leaving soft kisses where he can. He crawls into the bed and curls around his omega, holding him close as he falls asleep to the sound of pleasant purrs. 

The next twenty-eight hours pass like this. They sleep, Jimin wakes up, heat spiking, and rouses a sleeping Yoongi to wake and give him what he needs. 

And Yoongi’s not one to ever deny his mate, letting Jimin suck his alpha’s cock until he’s hard and ready to go. Or when Jimin takes Yoongi roughly in the shower when the elder is just trying to clean the omega, but the smell of grapefruit and juniper is enhanced by the steam. 

There are moments when Yoongi has to momentarily drag the omega to the kitchen to have food and drink something. Or carry him, bridal style, to the bath while Yoongi changes some of the sheets, letting the freshly washed Jimin be the one to rearrange the nest until he’s satisfied. 

There are many cries of “my alpha” and “my omega” exchanged, Jimin being way more clingy and possessive than usual. It’s all pretty standard and almost routine, but still so sweetly domestic.

Until Yoongi wakes up to Jimin sitting on the alpha’s legs, rubbing his hardened cock against Yoongi’s as his lips kiss along his jawline and throat. 

“Jimin, what are you doing?”

“Taking care of my alpha.” He purrs in response, kissing down his alpha’s stomach, lips just avoiding the heavy cock resting there. 

“And how are you gonna do that?” His words tease, but the tone is adoration. 

“Gonna knot you.” Jimin’s lips leave wet trails on the skin alongside Yoongi’s cock, still just barely ignoring its existence. He nuzzles the space where his hip meets his inner thigh. 

“Oh, really?” Yoongi’s legs inch apart just slightly at the visual. 

Jimin’s quick to nod for his alpha, nibbling the delicate skin until it bruises. 

“Yeah, gonna knot, fill alpha up with my pups.”

Yoongi wants to tell him that’s not how it works. Jimin is an omega, there’s no way he can form a knot. 

It’s physically impossible.

But, fuck, does Yoongi wanna see Jimin try. 

So he parts his legs further, giving Jimin permission and access. 

“You better open me up first so I can take it. Your alpha can’t take a knot like you can.” He runs his fingers through Jimin’s hair, the omega looks so fucked out already, but so excited at the same time. 

“You’ll take my knot so well.” He purrs again, his ass wiggling in the air. Yoongi knows that wiggle. That’s the omega presenting, waiting desperately for his alpha’s cock. 

Yoongi’s wolf is screaming at this point. 

Omega wants us. Omega is ready.

Nope, he’s going to ignore it. Tonight, Jimin is the alpha. Yoongi is the omega in heat, waiting to be bred. 

Yoongi only recently started letting Jimin play alpha in bed. He knows of alphas mating with their own sub genders, but he’s never taken part. He’s only ever been with omegas and only ever topped. 

But along came omega Jimin, who one day with a shy smile and a soft dusting of a blush, asked if he could go down on his alpha. Yoongi thought Jimin just wanted to give him head, so when he agreed, he was confused by how excited Jimin was. 

Sure, Jimin gave mind blowing head for a moment, but his tongue eventually dragged its way past his balls, lifting them out of the way to the small rim of muscles, making the alpha jump, his fingers pulling at the omega’s hair. 

It took some convincing from Jimin, but Yoongi eventually gave in, letting the smaller of the two eat him out, eventually introducing a finger. Yoongi will never forget how it felt the first time Jimin fingered him. The way his toes curled, the hand not tangled in Jimin’s hair gripping the sheets as he tried to relax more. 

That’s the furthest they’ve ever gone with it, though. Yoongi’s been too nervous to actually bottom for Jimin; or rather, his alpha’s pride felt threatened. So Jimin would only ever get a few fingers in, massaging his prostate with them while his other hand squeezed his growing knot, making Yoongi have the most mind numbing orgasms every time. 

But today feels different. Yoongi can feel his alpha screaming, but he ignores it. He wants this. Wants Jimin. 

“Don’t make me wait, omega.” Yoongi growls through gritted teeth as Jimin leaves small bites on either side of his inner thighs. 

“I’m not an omega.” Jimin glares, daring to pout at Yoongi who just smiles, running his fingers through the smaller’s hair.

“Of course, I’m sorry alpha.” Yoongi bites back the teasing grin, shifting his hips. Jimin purrs in response, face nuzzling against a fresh bite mark on his hip. 

“Good alpha.” Jimin smiles, lightly kissing the mark.

“Me alpha, or you alpha?” Jimin looks up in response, annoyed at Yoongi’s question. It makes the older laugh, “Baby, I need to know how this is going to go. Don’t be mad. Am I alpha or omega?”

It’s like he can actually see the gears turning in the omega’s brain as he tries to figure it out before he finally responds with a quiet, “My alpha…”

“And you’re alpha, too?”

“Your alpha.”

“Sounds good. Now, come on, alpha. I need you.” 

Jimin smirks in response, delicate fingers wrapping around Yoongi’s cock and giving a gentle squeeze. Yoongi’s chest rumbles, a groan ripping through his throat. 

Jimin wastes no more time, wrapping his perfect lips around the tip of Yoongi’s cock and sucking, his tongue pressing against the slit to make Yoongi’s squirm. 

“Jimin-ah…”

He doesn’t get a response in the form of words, just Jimin lowering his mouth down around the alpha’s erection. He stops just shy of where his knot would form and the tip hits the back of his throat. Yoongi’s fingers tangle in Jimin’s blonde hair, tentatively pushing his head down further. 

Yoongi’s words are muffled in his moans, but it’s when Jimin’s finger teases at Yoongi’s hole that he has to fight off his alpha, who desperately wants to flip Jimin around and sink as deep into him as he can go.

“No teasing, alpha.” Yoongi growls in warning. Jimin’s eyes glance up at him, moving his mouth off Yoongi’s cock and smiling at the way Yoongi’s biting his bottom lip.

He hovers back above the alpha, small hands wrapping around Yoongi’s wrists as he slowly moves them to sit on the pillow above Yoongi’s head. Yoongi’s quick to understand the silent order, tangling his fingers together as if his wrists were bound. 

“Be good for me.”

“Always.”

Jimin’s omega preens at the obedient alpha, shuffling back down and spreading Yoongi’s legs more before licking his hole. 

“Jimi-ah—.”

Jimin hums in response, taking that as a sign to not hold back. 

And while Yoongi loves eating ass, Jimin’s mouth is designed for it. 

It drives Yoongi insane. His alpha howling at the sensation. 

Jimin uses the moans and growls to push forward, tongue diving past the ring of muscles and working him open.

“Jimin.” His voice cracks, and Jimin glances up, giving the alpha a pointed look. 

It takes Yoongi a second to click what he said wrong.

“Alpha,” the omega smiles at the correction, kissing the sensitive space between his balls and hole. Yoongi tosses his head back into the pillow, continuing to fight his alpha, “Chim, you know I can’t produce my own slick, I have lube in the drawer.” 

He managed to remember to bring the lube to the bedroom after drawing a bath for Jimin last night and letting him rest by himself. 

Jimin’s head perks up further, eyes finding the drawer in question. Yoongi bites back a laugh at the way Jimin quickly crawls away from Yoongi and to the drawer, pulling out the small bottle of lube.

Yoongi closes his eyes, willing himself to rely on his senses and holding back his alpha, giving himself completely to Jimin. He hears the click of the bottle opening, the almost obscene squelch of the lube being squeezed onto Jimin’s fingers. He hears Jimin crawling back into position, and feels the way his free hand slide’s up Yoongi’s thigh, as if to warn him of what’s coming. 

But he’s not ready for the cold shock of the lube, hips bucking up and away at the contact of fingers pressing against his hole. 

“Cold.” He’s quick to breathe out. 

“Never liked lube…” Jimin mutters, slowly pushing two fingers in and curling them up. Yoongi hisses at the sensation, relaxing immediately at how Jimin somehow always manages to find the perfect spot to press. 

“I don’t have slick. This is how it’ll have to be, Jimin-ah.” His eyes are shut, but he can hear the way Jimin’s hand leaves Yoongi, quietly playing with the lube between his fingers. 

The wild thing about relying on the other senses by depriving oneself of one is those other senses get amplified. Which is why when Yoongi mentions slick, he can smell the slick coming from his omega. He can feel the way Jimin repositions himself. Can hear the way he reaches behind himself to gather up his own slick.

This time, when Jimin presses his fingers in, it’s a lot easier, almost warm, and Yoongi has no time to process that it’s Jimin’s own slick being used as lube before he’s bucking his hips up when Jimin’s fingers curl inside. 

Jimin works him open, mixing the lube with his own slick to get Yoongi open enough. 

“Doing so well, my alpha.” He praises absentmindedly, eyes focused on the way his fingers spread Yoongi open. 

Yoongi can’t respond, how could he? He can only let out soft sounds of pleasure until Jimin is crawling back over him, delicate kisses trailing up his skin. 

“Fuck me.” 

It’s said out of breath, desperate, needy. 

Jimin nods, a shy smile flashing across his face. 

Jimin covers his cock in more of his own slick and a small amount of lube (he really hates the stuff) and positions himself between Yoongi’s legs. 

“I love you, alpha.” He whispers it against Yoongi’s lips, not giving him a chance to respond when he pushes the tip of his cock in. 

It’s hot open mouth breaths against one another as they’re both gasping at the feeling. Jimin’s inside of his alpha. He’s fucking Yoongi for once. 

It feels too fucking good. 

Jimin gives Yoongi a moment to relax once he’s bottomed out, soft kisses on his lips, cheeks, down to his throat and scent gland. 

“My sweet alpha. Doing so well.” He praises, running his tongue along the gland, both scents intensifying around them. 

“Knot me, Chim. Please, fuck me.” Yoongi’s voice falters, hips lifting to try to meet Jimin’s and make him move. His hands are gripping the pillow tight. He wants to destroy it to avoid touching Jimin. 

Jimin presses him back down, hand gripping the older’s hip to keep him in place, and pulls out until it’s just the tip. He starts out slow, getting Yoongi adjusted to the feel and the stretch until he’s practically begging for more. 

“My perfect alpha. Gonna knot you. Breed you. Fuck you so full of my cum. My beautiful alpha.” 

Yoongi can only cry out in pleasure, hands finally ripping the pillow above his head, finally grabbing Jimin to bring his mouth to his in a sloppy and needy kiss. 

It’s when Yoongi purrs that Jimin officially loses it. 

“Present for me.” It’s a simple instruction, a basic command Yoongi has given Jimin countless times, yet it makes Yoongi’s mind hazy as he rushes to comply. He feels so empty when Jimin pulls out, desperate for Jimin to fill him up again, he gets to his hands and knees, ass straight up in the air. 

“Good alpha.” Jimin purrs, hands grabbing at the flesh of his ass and watching the way Yoongi’s hole flutters for him. 

“Just for you, alpha.” Yoongi whines into a not destroyed pillow, cursing when Jimin pushes back in. 

“You take me so well, baby. So fucking perfect for me.” A hand slides up and down his back as he fucks him like it’s his only goal in life to bring pleasure. 

Yoongi whines, pleasure intensifying and making it hard to stay coherent as he takes everything Jimin gives him. 

He doesn’t even notice when Jimin pulls him up to just his knees, one hand around his torso, the other on his hip. He leaves wet kisses along his neck as the alpha leans his head back on Jimin’s shoulder. 

“That’s it, alpha. You wanna come around my cock? Let me knot you and fill you up? Make you mine?”

“Please. Jimi—oh fuck. Please.” His words are broken, the intensity of his orgasm building as both of Jimin’s hands reach for his cock. One hand squeezing the base where his knot should be forming while the other teases the tip mercilessly. 

“Come for me, alpha. Let me feel it.” His whispered command breaks the alpha, crying out, body shaking but not falling as Jimin keeps him close, milking his orgasm from his cock. It’s the most intense feeling, hands around his sensitive cock while being fucked so deep at the same time. 

He fucking loves it. 

“Fuck I’m coming, too.” Jimin quickly latches his teeth into Yoongi’s neck, right on the scent gland. He pistons into Yoongi a few more times before stopping suddenly, finally coming deep inside. 

It feels so good, so intense, Yoongi comes a second time. It’s not as intense, a small aftershock orgasm, but it’s so fucking good that they both fall forward when Jimin is done. 

The room is silent, save for the two catching their breaths, until a soft giggle comes from the omega. Yoongi turns to his side, Jimin falling to his opposite side to face the alpha. 

“What?” Yoongi asks out of breath still. 

“Thank you.” Jimin whispers, “for letting me do that. I know your alpha must’ve been fighting you the entire time. I know my omega was.”

“It was. But, it gave in at the end. Felt too fucking good.” 

“Yes it did.” Jimin giggles and Yoongi's alpha feels so damn proud. 

“I think it broke my heart, though.” Jimin smiles, half-moon eyes showing and making Yoongi smile in return.

“We’ll take today to rest and make sure. I’ll take care of you, baby.”

“Shouldn’t I take care of you?” He pouts and Yoongi has to give the full gummy smile.

“No, baby. I’m fine.”

“But the alpha should take care of the—”

“I’m okay, Chim. I promise. If anything, we can take care of each other. Okay?”

“Bath”

“Let’s nap a little first and then, yes, we’ll have a bath together.”

Jimin nods in agreement, pushing his body forward until the two are cuddling and his face is buried in the alpha’s neck. 

“I love you, Min Yoongi, my alpha.”

“I love you, Park Jimin, my beautiful omega.”