#omg i just realized i never up the doorknob on the door

[ithinkdogshouldvote]

A spooky rpg??? In MY south park??? (Pixel art is fun)

Part 2 here!

[cannellee]

omg, i giggle like a schoolgirl whenever i read your abo hcs🤭

can i have bestfriend! mikey who comes over to the reader’s house (not realizing she’s in heat) and ends up mating & claiming her?

ty for all the juicy fics btw 😋

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! mikey x omega! reader

— mikey claiming omega! reader

my masterlist : ☆

cw: sex, cockwarming, breeding kink

(it's only my third time writing full smut like this, so I hope it's not too bad!!)

you knew mikey since primary school, when innocent friendships bloomed easily. none of you knew your second gender yet, and you actually never gave it too much thought.

you grew up pretty close, the proximity of your houses making it easier for you to bond. mikey was carefree and seemed always sure of himself, these traits of his kept your future omega-self nearby.

being with him felt great. he was a kind friend despite his overly direct behaviour, he always got your back whenever school kids were being mean to you.

you guys were with each other through every stages of life. when you turned out an omega, mikey was quick to drive away students who wanted to have a taste of their freshly presented schoolmate. he was protective, never going overboard either.

it was safe to say you thought you guys would remain in a special relationship all your life. and mikey thought so too. for years, he had never seen you as something more than a friend, qualifying the protective position he took as nothing more than an amicable worry.

but lately, something had begun to shift within mikey. a subtle change that he quite couldn't put his finger on. at first, he brushed it off as nothing more than a passing phase, but days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months and he soon began to realise that his feelings for you were changing in ways he had yet to understand.

it started with small things — the way his heart skipped a bit whenever you laughed, the way his gaze lingered longer than before when you smiled - has your smile always been this bright ? he slowly came to crave your scent, unconsciously leaning towards you and watching the way your soft lips would move each time you talked.

mikey felt a pull at his chest just by thinking of his dear friend with someone else. will they be able to treat you right, and keep you safe ? mikey was just worried. he wanted to hear your voice, to hear your secrets and make sure you were not seeing anyone.

it was a week off, so mikey called you. it wasn't unusual for you to talk over the phone, even if you had a house at a five minutes walk away from the other.

but you didn't pick up your phone. and mikey noted how uncommon it was, you always did. he tried a second time and when he was denied again, he just gave up, giving you some time. upon seeing his missed calls, you'll call him back.

but you didn't, and not even a text was sent his way. he tried multiple times after a while and grew worried. you never were this silent online, not answering him for a whole day was strange, to say the least.

so he went out, took a few brownies emma cooked with him to give him a reason to come over, and crossed the street to your home.

he didn't bother making his arrival announced ; none of you ever bothered for such formalities.

clenching the doorknob, he frowned at how it actually opened, half expecting it to be locked. still, he came in, quietly making his way into your house. it was silent and dark, with the windows all wide opened, a cold breeze hitting his skin.

confused at first, mikey softly called out your name, putting the snacks on the kitchen table and getting rid of his jacket, leaving him in his plain white tshirt. "y/n ? are you in there ?"

the absence of response pushed him to keep going, dangerously approaching your room. he stopped mid way, when a few noises came out from the end of the hallway. "y/n ? is that you, everything fine?"

as he stood right behind the door, mikey could now decipher the said noises. soft desperate cries, erratic breaths and an intoxicating smell embalming the air, seemingly seeping from every hole under your door.

mikey took a deep breath, connecting the dots and cursing himself for coming this far to you —you were in heat. the omega he grew obsessed with, was right in front of him, the wall, the only thing keeping him away from his growing urge to just burst in.

"m-mikey ? is it you ?" despite your weakened state, your friend was close enough for you to recognize a foreign smell inside your house. mikey probably didn't even notice his own pheromones started to spread, instinctively reacting to your erotic ones. fuck you smelled so good.

"I'm sorry I'll leave, I didn't know you were in heat". as overwhelming as his need to claim you was, mikey didn't want to risk your trust.

"n-no please mikey stay!" you were in a haze, too high off of your wish to to be taken to actually have any clear thoughts. and mikey knew that, but he didn't want to take advantage of you.

"I just came here to make sure you were doing fine, and give you some snacks emma made. I'll leave and lock your door, this isn't safe in your state. beside, I don't want you to regret anything, you're not thinking straight" it took a great reasoning for him to actually ignore his instincts screaming at him to just barge into your room and take you right here. breeding you until you're full of cum and exhausted to the point you can't walk straight. dirty thoughts are flooding his mind, the whole situation sending blood to his cock.

"no please, I know I won't ! I'm still clear enough to know what I want, they barely just started today. please mikey". pleas fell out from your mouth. and too overwhelmed by the consuming need for release, you can't even get up to pull him to your nest.

"or is it that you don't want to do it with me ?" mikey sighs heavily, body all tensed up. this sent a growl down his throat, you only whined in response, scared at the prospect of the alpha you desire not wanting to mate with you.

but, of course he does, that's the only thing he can think about right now. and whenever his own ruts hit, he's ashamed to admit your body is the image he pictures each time.

"please mikey, I just really need you right now. I wouldn't do it with anyone else if not you" you begged once more, voice growing even more desperate. a few salty tears rolled down your face at the frustration mikey was submitting you to.

and just like that, mikey was right in front of you. he took in your whole form, shaking and sensitive, desperately awaiting a touch.

you wore only your underwear, the heated room feeling too much. despite your opened windows, some hair stucked to your damp forehead, and the blankets were since then long gone, thrown out of your nest.

you looked heavenly in mikey's eyes. actually, you always looked perfect, not a day passed without mikey admiring your dreamy features secretly. but today particularly, something seemed different.

it was the way your eyes slowly looked up at him, lust and envy clouding your vision, and the way your body seemed to immediately attract him to you, legs spreading as if they had a mind of their own, your heartbeats quickening and scent getting progressively sweeter to tempt him even more.

there was no turning back. after witnessing such a delightful scene, mikey would never be able to turn around, close the door and act like nothing happened. you had him right where you wanted and he was more than willing to comply to your wishes now.

"please mikey, it hurts"

by now, mikey's instincts had fully taken over and an ardent desire burned inside of him, praying him to just take care of the delicate omega laying in front him.

"yes I know baby, and you did really great on your own, waiting for me to find you, all spread out and pretty". you reached out for him instantly when mikey came to join you, you emitted a satisfied purr, happy to finally have the alpha you longed for give in to your demands.

he didn't wait long before starting a short foreplay, kissing, licking and sucking every inch of your skin, leaving tiny bite marks all along your neck, insisting on your scent gland.

he brought his fingers to your entrance while continuing his assault on your neck and collarbone. he massaged it slowly, observing your reactions to know exactly where it felt good. he kept going for a few minutes before stopping, throwing away your bra and finally pushing aside your panty, giving more access to his hands.

and you felt one finger entering you, his mouth now sealed to your nipple. his tongue rolled against it, lapping expertly while drinking in your moans of pleasure. he kept bullying your heterogeneous zones, in hope to hear more of you, to see you completely break under him, just like he always wanted to see you.

"that's it baby, moan for me, let me hear your pretty voice"

and moan you did, especially with how three of his fingers were now sliding in and out of you with a sweet speed you couldn't get enough of. you had tears building up in your eyes and you watched as a string of saliva connected mikey's mouth to yours. his finger felt so great, and his mouth, now attached to your lips, turned you absolutely breathless. but still, it wasn't enough, you needed more.

"please mikey. I want you in me, please I want more" the friction of mikey's fingers felt good, but you were too far into your heat to actually need foreplay. the slick you produced was enough for mikey to just fuck you without any prep.

"I know I know baby, I'll make you feel so good don't worry" he stopped his movements, your fluids coating his fingers. he licked them, looking at your droopy eyelids.

you waited patiently for mikey to undress himself, throwing both his tshirt and your panty aside, before finally getting rid of his bottom. you watched eagerly his length revealing itself to you, a sight which only made you drool. and you could only wait for mikey to give you what you wished for, completely at his mercy.

you were now fully naked, squirming in front of mikey. he contemplated you again, your honeyed scent driving him crazy by the minute, and the way your pulsating core seemed to call out to him was very much a sight mikey could get used to if you let him.

"I've wanted this for so long, God you're so beautiful"

he let his hands travel all around your body, kissing you passionately while whispering praises of how pretty you looked.

"that's it baby, lay nice and still for me. you're doing so good". and you did, waiting expectantly, hungry for his touch and affection. you couldn't care less about your dignity, it just felt great to want him, obey him, beg him. whatever he had to offer your body, you would accept it with a smile on your face.

and with all his restraint, mikey entered you in one painfully slow thrust. you moaned louder, eyes shutting by themselves with the intrusion, and "yes, yes, yes" flowed out from your lips.

he didn't let you any time to adjust, he knew you didn't need any, and immediately started rocking his hips. he let out low growls of pleasure, mouth right next to your ear. you drank them in, feeling pleasure building up inside not only from the relentless pace he was going at, but the satisfaction that your omega had succeeded in making her alpha feel good too.

you were desperate for validation and release, clawing at his back with weak hands, legs spread wide open for your alpha. your tits bounced with each slap and mikey's hips connected with yours in a excruciatingly delightful manner.

with the way your brain was clouded with pleasure, you could only chant his name. if only you knew what your desirous pleas did to him.. knowing you'd let him to anything to you was a major turn on that kept mikey yearning for more.

"you're doing perfect, that feels incredible baby". reassuring you, he maintained his pace, capturing your mouth for a heated kiss before sucking on your skin, whishing for it to leave deep red marks.

fuck, mikey wanted to mark you, claim you and breed you in every way possible. he didn't think he would be satisfied with just one round now that he finally had you under him. he was going to take such good care of his precious omega, fucking you dumb until you can't think of anything else but him.

he felt you clenching around him, your tight hole pushing him closer to the edge. "just like that, good girl, you're gonna make me cum". and you so wished for him to cum inside you, filling you up to the brim with the seeds you desperately wanted.

slapping thighs, wet noises and erratic breaths were the only thing you could here. and the pleasure mikey granted you, the way his strong scent enveloped you and how his fingers found your clit again to help you chase your release made you see stars. not a single thought could make their way into your brain, all you could think about was the heavenly sensations you were experiencing right now and mikey's strong chest on top of you.

you begged for him as soon as you felt it come closer, scratching his back, mouth wide opened and tongue lolled out. your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and you thanked mikey for giving you this much pleasure. "that's right baby, take all of it". his thrusts were getting sloppier with each passing second, announcing your coming climax.

you both came at the same time, with a high pitched moan for you and a deep growl for mikey, which always managed to send shivers down your spine. you felt his cum flow inside of you, painting your insides with a white fluid.

and you took it all, just like he told you, hoping for more praises but too high off of his cock to do anything else. he kissed your temple, looking into your exhausted eyes while slowly going in and out of you. you both tried to catch your breath after bliss took over you.

"you did so good for me angel, such a perfect omega". you chirped happily in response, content about his satisfaction with you. you couldn't talk, heat turned you into a submissive mess.

you let him cuddle you from behind, cockwarming him to make sure you didn't spill any drops of cum, and you stayed put for him to do anything. he kissed your shoulder softly, whispering about how good and obedient you were.

he liked the calming feeling of his cock plugging your wet pussy, taking you like this felt so good and heightened his already possessive thoughts about you.

you were so perfect, you took your alpha so well and now you're staying still for him to pour his cum into you. he wanted to keep you all to himself, fuck you throughout all your heats and never let you go after someone else. the claim he put on you wasn't just out of sexual interest, but genuine love he had for you. and now that he had fucked you, it felt like everything was falling into place, his sense of purpose reaffirmed.

he had you, his lovely and delicate omega, waiting for her alpha to wreck her and turn her into a sobbing mess.

he looked forward to the rest of the day.

"now were not finished baby, we'll need a lot more if we want to go through your heat smoothly, right?"

[ptolemaeacles]

pls write more for hazel omg i loved the cheerleader hcs maybe like a childhood best friends to lovers so lots of pining and smut maybe

♡ you belong with me

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

synopsis: hazel has had a crush on her best friend since they met in the 1st grade. they were freshman in college now and hazel realizes she can’t keep her feelings to herself anymore.

warnings: 18+ minors dni (both reader and hazel are 18), smut, childhood best friends to lovers, switch!hazel, switch!reader, top!reader, bottom!hazel (no pun intended), let me know if i missed anything!!

notes: aw thank you !!! im glad you liked the hcs. also small disclaimer, i'm a horrid smut writer and i rushed the ending because i didn't want to keep you waiting. hope you like !!!

word count: 2.5k

“god, i’m so excited. i mean this is the first time a girl has asked me out. usually it’s guys who approach me and then i get weird comments when i tell them i like women…” you rambled on but hazel could barely focus. she could only feel the empty pit in her stomach. 

you were so happy to be going on a date and all she could think about is if you would ever be this excited to go on a date with her. she tried to convince you to not go but there was only so much she could do without giving her feelings away. 

hazel thinks she’s loved you since the day she met you. before she knew what ‘love’ meant or what it looked like, she loved you. to her, you were the very definition of that word. 

hazel’s hopeless crush started in the 1st grade. it wasn’t some cute interaction where one of you saved the other from a bully or something. it was simple with the both of you. it always has been. 

you came up to her during lunch and told her you would give her half of your sandwich if she agreed to be your friend.

“what kind of sandwich is it?” hazel asked, from her seat on the lunch table.

“peanut butter and strawberry jelly.” 

“i’m allergic to strawberries.”.

“then don’t eat it and just be my friend.” you sat next to her without another word and the both of you left it like that. simple.

since then, she knew she would never escape you. and she never wanted to. but right now, she felt like if you didn’t stop talking to her about this date, her head would explode. 

hazel watched you walk around your room, shuffling through your closet for an outfit to the movies with the girl who asked you out. she never bothered remembering the girl’s name because she thinks it would the whole situation worse for her. she didn’t want to know anything about that girl.

“...and she said we’ll get ice cream later which i hope-” hazel interrupted you.

“hey, i think i should get home. my mom’s probably wondering where i am and shit, so… i’ll see you later.” hazel wanted to get away as soon as possible. not from you but from the giddiness she could practically feel radiating off your body at the thought of your date. 

“oh.. i thought you told your mom that you were going to study at my place after classes?” you questioned. hazel’s quiet behavior didn’t go unnoticed by you. she was always quiet but after more than 10 years of friendship, you could tell which silences were good and which weren’t. this definitely wasn’t a good one.

“yeah well, we aren’t studying so. i’d better get going, bye.” she spoke in a flat tone, with her head down, as she grabbed her backpack and made her way out of your room.

you stood still, staring at the open door of your room and wondering if you had done something.

hazel walked into her house, red in the face and a vicious grip on the doorknob. she ran up to her room, and threw her backpack in a random corner, probably knocking her guitar down. but her guitar was the last thing on her mind. 

she was pissed at you. mostly herself but you as well. she knew she had no right to be angry at you but how could you never see that hazel was right there. she was right in front of you, waiting for you to even glance in her direction. it’s all she wanted. to be the one who makes you laugh, the one who you’d think of when you saw romantic tiktok slideshows, the one who took you out on rollerblading dates, the one who got to kiss you before dropping you off back to your house, the one who got to slide her hand up your skirt, the one who got to be in between your legs-

she groaned and loudly, flopping onto her bed and stuffing her face in her pillow. she needed to apologize before her stupid feelings ruined your friendship.

hazel had a plan. she was going to go to your house after your date and apologize. apologize for being a dick, apologize for falling in love with you, apologize for every and anything she could apologize for so that you wouldn't hate her. she expected you to yell at her or ask her what was wrong with her. what she didn't expect was you to be calling her phone, right now.

she pressed the green 'accept' button and put the phone up to her ear.

"haze.." she could hear you sniffling through the phone, "i-, uh, can i come over, please? my date- it just- it went horribly and i really want to see you. please." hazel felt her heart drop 10 stories.

"yeah, yeah, i'll come pick you up, angel, where are you?" she questioned.

"outside your house."

hazel ran down the stairs and opened her front door, to be met with your red eyes and puffy face.

you immediately wrapped your arms around hazel, burying your face in her chest. her hands went landed themselves in your hair, stroking it gently in an attempt to comfort.

hazel helped you into her room, setting you down on her bed.

"do you want to talk about it?" she asked softly.

"she- she, um, she stood me up." you could barely get a sentence out without hiccuping. hazel reached over to her nightstand and pulled out an unopened water bottle, unscrewing the cap and handed it to you.

you whispered a thank you and took a few sips. it was hazel's turn to speak now.

"fuck her," you give her a confused look, "oh no, not fuck her, don't do that, i meant that you should just forget about her. she obviously isn't the one for you if she stood you up, and there are so many other people in the world-"

"hazel."

"yes?"

you didn't waste anymore time. you grabbed hazel's face in your hands and crashed your lips into hers.

hazel was sure this was a dream. there was no way you were kissing her right now. she definitely fell asleep and she's imagining this whole thing.

while hazel was having her loser lesbian crisis, you noticed that the kiss wasn't being reciprocated.

'fuck.' you thought. you just ruined your closest and longest friendship. you pulled away from her.

"shit, haze, i didn't mean to do that, i'm not sure what i was thinking-" you started but were quickly shut up when hazel pulled you back in for another kiss.

relief flooded your body. she wanted this. both of you wanted this.

hazel felt you smile into the kiss and took that as her 'go ahead'. she tilted her head, deepening the kiss. shyly, she moved her hand from her lap to your waist. you moved one of your hands to the side of her neck and the other in her hair. you could practically feel her pulse beating rapidly under your palm.

hazel gained a newfound confidence and pushed you back onto her bed, slotting herself between your legs. her lips hovered over your neck before attacking your neck with sloppy kisses. her lips trailed down your neck, making sure to savor the taste of you. her lips met the fabric of your blouse.

"can i take this off, please?" she asked in a breathy manner, as if she had just ran a marathon. you nodded, at a loss for words.

“need to hear you say it, baby. need to know you want it just as bad as i do.” hazel wasn’t aware how raspy her voice was, as if she hadn’t drank water in days. 

“take it off, haze, please. take it all off.” you whispered and caught her lips with yours while she lifted your top off your body. once she had your top thrown in a random corner in her room, she went straight for your pants, not even bothering to take her own clothes off. 

“fuck, hazel,” you were breathless, “i want to see you, too.” you swallowed, gripping the beige button up she was wearing, hoping she knew what you meant.

“you will, princess, don’t worry. i just want to focus on you right now, okay?” you nodded, not fully sure what ‘focusing on you’ meant.

hazel had you in just your bra and underwear, her eyes scanned your body hungrily. if this was a dream, she prayed she remembered every single moment when she woke up. you were better than any fantasy she could conjure up on those lonely nights, when she couldn't think of anything but you. 

you felt her strong gaze settle on your body and you felt self conscious thoughts take the forefront of your mind. you raised your hands over your body, starting to think hazel didn’t want you like you wanted her.

“hey,” hazel grabbed your hands and gently pushed them to your sides, “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted you like this. how many nights i’ve stayed up thinking about you.” hazel started kissing down your neck, making her way to your chest. 

she pulled your bra down, not even bothering to fully unhook it before latching her tongue down onto your right nipple. 

the wet feeling of her mouth made you cry aloud, completely forgetting her mom (and jeff, too, probably) were a few feet down the hall.

hazel lifted her mouth of your tit with a pop, moving her hand to squeeze it instead.

“i’d love to hear you, angel, but i need you to be quiet,” she feverishly pecked your lips, “just tonight, hm?” you murmured a response, more concerned with the ache between your thighs than anything else. 

you guessed hazel read your mind or something, as she started moving down the bed towards the place on your body that needed the most attention. she looked up to you, as if asking once more, if this was what you really wanted. 

“haze, please.” you whined. that was all the confirmation she needed. she slid your panties down slowly, watching a string of wetness connect your pussy and your underwear. hazel felt herself growing wet at the fact that she did this to you. it filled her with a new sense of confidence. she didn’t even wait for your panties to completely slip off your legs before diving in between your thighs.

your back arched off the bed the moment you felt hazel’s tongue make contact with your swollen bud. she slipped her wet muscle throughout your folds, desperate to catch every single drop of wetness she could.

“fuck, haze, feels really fucking good.” you moaned and brought your hand to the back of her head, gripping her hair between your fingers in ecstasy. 

she hummed in response to the praise you were giving her, sending vibrations throughout your core that nearly made you choke. hazel continued to suck on your clit, holding your thighs apart with her hands hooked under your knees. she slid her face side to side with her tongue flat against your pussy, moving your clit with just the right amount of pressure. 

you felt a pressure building in your lower belly and tried to move hazel’s face closer to your mound to chase your release. 

and she stopped. 

you lifted your head from the pillow and stared at her kissing your thighs, before going to unbuckle her own pants. 

“wait hazel,” you put your hands on top of her jean button, “can i?” you spoke so quietly, hazel barely caught what you were saying. she nodded her head, unsure of what else to do.

you gently unbuttoned her jeans before sliding them and her boxers down and allowing hazel to step out of them. you lifted her button up over her head and unclasped her bra, letting them fall onto the space on the floor next to her. she was in awe of you. you were so gentle to her and she would never believe she deserved it, even if you reminded her of it everyday for the rest of her life. 

once she stood completely naked in front of you, you led her to lay down on bed, stomach facing up, before separating her legs and hooking one of your own over hers. 

you looked at her face for any sign of discomfort, only to be met with the rapid rise and fall of hazel’s chest and her eyes shut in euphoria. 

“hazel,” you caught her attention, she stared right at you, “keep your eyes on me.” you lowered yourself gently, placing your clit right on top of hers. both of you let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of your juices mixing with the others.

placing your hands on her stomach, you moved slowly, rocking your hips back and forth against hers. hazel struggled to keep her eyes open, getting lost in the pleasure you were giving her. she always thought of moments exactly like this and imagined it being a lot different. she imagined that she would be the one on top of you, taking charge and pulling orgasm after orgasm from you. but after feeling the movement of your hips against hers and the way your breasts bounced slightly when you would pick up your pace. hazel fought her hardest to keep her eyelids from drooping. she didn’t want to miss a single move you made.

you quickly found a steady rhythm and went faster, prompting hazel to cry out. you leaned down and caught her moans in a rough kiss. 

the familiar coil in your belly seemed to get tighter and tighter. hazel must’ve noticed the way your hips started to rock faster and knew you were about to cum.

“c’mon, cum for me, baby. give it to me, i’m almost there too,” she started rambling as she felt her orgasm approach her as well, “keep going, just a bit faster, angel.” both of you fought to keep your moans from being heard from anyone else in the house.

“fuck hazel, i’m cumming, i-” you were cut off as your orgasm hit you in waves. warmth spread throughout your body, making your limbs weak and causing your legs to nearly give out. 

you kept going, over stimulating yourself, trying to get hazel to reach her orgasm. by the looks of it, she was on the edge. her baby hairs stuck to her sweaty forehead, her face scrunched up in pleasure as her back arched into the air. 

“fuck fuck fuck fuck-” she rambled as her orgasm washed over her, quickly quieted by your mouth capturing hers. 

the both of you gently rode out your releases, breathless and sweaty. you carefully lifted yourself off of hazel and laid next to her on the bed. 

“we should talk about this, you know.” hazel started.

“we will. in the morning, i promise. for now, i just want to be with you.” that seemed to be enough for hazel.

you draped your arm over her waist, pulling her closer to you. she tucked her head in the crook of your neck and the both of you drifted off to sleep.

[spookykoolkat]

kinktober | pretty mama - j.m.

kinktober day eleven - breeding

pairing: joel miller x plus size!reader

wc: 3.48k

summary: after the beginning years of telling your husband you weren't ready for a baby, your four year marriage anniversary came up in the fall and you were having a little bit of baby fever.

warnings: 18+ ONLY! NO MINORS ALLOWED!! teasing, fingering, slight car sex if you squint, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, creampie, u protected penetration (p in v), dirty talk, talks of being a mother, pet names, talks of getting you pregnant.

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YOU DIDN'T REALIZE HOW MUCH joel craved to see you pregnant. something you found was a bit odd but after being married to joel for a few years, you realized it was more endearing than anything. 

it was like clockwork — every time you and joel had sex, he craved to fill you up. you always told him no, that you didn’t want him to cum inside of  you even though you yourself wondered of the outcome. 

not only did he have a small kink for wanting to watch his cum leak out of you, to think about you finding out you’re carrying a mini you and him in your womb – he ached for it. he imagined you walking around, swollen and round, achy feet and coming to him to make you feel better. to console you, to take care of you, to love you. 

but tonight, your four year marriage anniversary, you felt something different. something that you’d never felt before, something that you couldn’t even imagine wanting. 

joel couldn’t even wait before getting inside the house he fixed up for you, kissing you against the front door with his key jiggling in the doorknob. 

he took you to your favorite restaurant to celebrate, having a couple of glasses of wine and mindlessly laughing with each other, like a normal married couple. but you were feeling particularly needy. 

rubbing your heeled feet against his calf, rubbing up and resting your chin on your palm as his eyes grew dark. it was an exciting scene, and feeling your heel press into the thick of his thigh, he couldn’t wait to get you home any longer. 

you were dressed in a deep red dress that cinched at your waist and acted as a corset, flowing out down your hips. paired with your black pumps with the thick heel and your skin scented with your sweet perfume he loved - he couldn’t stop staring at you. 

“quit it,” he mumbled behind the wine glass, still letting you rub up to his crotch under the table. 

too dim to notice movement underneath, everyone too deep in conversation to acknowledge the couple next to them. 

“i’m not doing anything,” you said, using your fork to scrape against the plate. 

“i’m serious, honey.” 

and he was. because the minute the two of you left, he had your leg thrown over his thigh while he drove, his fingers curling up inside of your hole that leaked for him. 

“joel please,” you cried, gripping onto the seat as your pretty red dress sat above the thick of your thighs. 

“what is it, baby? what do ya need?” his condescending voice only made you clench harder around his fingers, feeling your cunt throb in response. 

“you! i need you, please,” he only curled his fingers at a relentless pace, the only thing being heard was the light sound of the radio and your cunt gushing around his fingers. 

“oh? you need me? ‘s that why you were actin’ all needy in there?” he smirked, coming to a red light and being able to watch himself finger your hole, watching you sink into the leather seat and prop yourself against the door. 

luckily for you, joel had just the perfect amount of tint to prevent anyone from really seeing how you get for him. even though he wouldn’t mind, he liked the thought of claiming you in every way. 

but now, joel opened the door finally and pushed you inside to aim for the bedroom. 

“what do you need from me, sweetheart?” he asked, fingers tugging at the buttons of his white dress shirt after shucking off his shoes and blazer. 

your fingers were tugging at your panties already, still walking backwards to the main hall of your home. as you watched him walk towards you while taking off his top, you shook your heels off to take off a few inches of your height and finally reach the bedroom that was lit by the fairy lights you hung up — ones that joel fought you on, but you won anyways. 

the back of your knees hit the bed when you felt a cool breeze from the autumn wind blow through the open window, and you sat on the mattress while leaning on your palms. 

he stood in front of you, shirtless and unbuckling his pants as he stared you down: 

“i think,” you sighed dramatically, “i think i need you to fill me up.” 

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he wasted no time to strip off his clothes and yours, leaving both of you bare as he crawled on top of you and spread your legs with his calloused hands. you might say that his hands are your favorite thing about him, but it seemed like every part of him drove you mad without trying. 

“do ya know what you’re sayin’ right now, baby?” joel asked, humming into your neck as he kissed and licked over the skin. 

you stared at the ceiling, a smile on your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your cheek into his. 

“mhm, i know. i need it, joel. need to know how it feels when you cum inside of me,” you said lowly into his ear, and you swore you heard him practically growl as his hand snaked between your bodies. 

“you want me t’ knock you up? you gonna let me put my babies right here,” he asked, pressing down on the fat of your lower tummy before inching his way to your mound. 

you just nodded, whining as you felt his hand start to spread your cunt. 

“joel, please, need you to breed me, please,” before you could cry for him again, his hand swiftly goes to grab you by your jaw and chin, squeezing the chub of your cheeks together so he can graze his nose against your ear. 

“say it again, tell me again,” he growled, and you bucked your hips up to try to rub your cunt against his bare cock, but he kept you down. 

“fuck, cum inside of me please, please knock me up,” 

you heard something animal like come from his throat, grabbing you harshly and pulling you up to lay back on a few pillows. he grabbed you by your thighs and pushed them up, exposing your sex to him so he could see every detail. 

he needed to admire you like this, the way your tummy bulges more than usual because of your knees near your chest, the way your thighs pushed the lips of your cunt together — covered in your slick. he loved watching you like this, seeing how you let him maneuver you however he wanted. 

still, with your legs pressed together against your chest as far as they could reach, joel sat on his knees and guided his tip between the thick lips of your cunt. he watched as your pussy covered him in your arousal, only watching as he slid between the lips, up your cunt and between your thighs. 

“such a  pretty baby, gonna let me pump you full? full of me?” he huffed as he fucked between your thighs, rubbing his shaft and balls over your cunt. 

your arms wrapped around the back of your thighs to hold yourself for him, and he smiled, kissing your calf and up your feet. moving his cock from rubbing between the fat of your thighs, he slowly let his member spread your cunt generously to rub over your hooded clit, down to prod at your tight hole. 

“yes, please, fill me baby,” you whined, feeling him start to sink into you, inducing you to stretch and mold around him. 

“mmm, fuck, always thinkin’ of fillin’ you up, always thinkin’ what you’d look like carryin’ my babies,” he grunted, taking over where you held your legs for him, spreading them wide and slotting between them. 

“fuck, joel please, please,” you were begging, aimlessly, but he only gave you more inches as he maneuvered his hips to slide further inside of your warmth. 

you could feel the way his cock made its way into your cervix, the way he pumped in and out of you slowly after finally bottoming out made you feel every curve, every vein, the way his head nudged the spot you couldn’t reach with your fingers. 

his mouth was everywhere, all over you as he pumped in and out of you kissing over your hot skin and the birth marks you had on your shoulders and neck. the dark freckles you hated, the stretch marks you thought you had too many of past the acceptable amount, the hair you tried to shave on your arms when you were a child — he worshiped all of you at every given moment. 

his arms snaked under your body, hooking over your shoulders to have leverage to keep his pace relentless. he held you close to his body, using every ounce of strength he had to make sure you didn’t have to lift a single limb to do any of the work. 

another thing about joel — he loved to just watch you take everything he had to give you. 

“that’s right baby, hold on to me, let me make you feel good, gonna make sure i put a baby in ya,” he whispered in your ear over the wet slaps that bounced off the walls, and you listened. 

you wrapped your thick legs around his waist, locking him in a hold with your calves as your arms wrapped around his, still holding you by your shoulders to keep you on his cock. your moans and whimpers would sound desperate, like you’d never be able to have him like this again, and you gripped at his forearms with your manicured nails. 

he loved when you were like this. desperately trying to get him closer, anymore closer to you than he already was, trying to grip onto him, to ground yourself with him. but it was never enough, you could never get enough of joel. no matter how many times he’s fucked you, or had you like this — you needed more. 

the thought of joel being a father to your kids never failed to make you swell with warmth, it never failed to make you fuzzy at the thought of joel claiming you in another sense. to make you a mother, the mother of his children, to have that tie forever and so everyone can know who you are made for — it sent a different type of pride in you. 

he wanted to get you pregnant, show the world that he had you to create and hold a life that you both had something to do with. to show everyone that he is the only one who could give you the world and more, to know that he’s practically locked you down in every way gave him a sense of security. 

the thought only sent your cunt to clench around the girth of his cock, something you’d never get used to be thoroughly enjoyed every time he gave himself to you. 

“fuck, fuck joel, fuck! so good, so so so good, wanna have your baby so bad,” you cried, and joel grunted at the thought as he situated himself on his knees. 

his hands were sunken into your plush tummy, hands gripping the fat of your body to hold up half of his weight and hold you down, as if you were going to slip away from him. he held you to the bed with his hands, pulling back and watching your legs unwrap around his waist to being held in the air, bent at the knee. without missing a beat, joel’s mouth hangs open a little at the sight and moved his hands from holding you by your waist, to grabbing your legs and holding you spread open by your thighs. 

this way, he could see every bit of you, the way your cunt sucked him in and made obscene sounds of squelching, how your tits looked pressed together, bouncing with fervor to each thrust. he imagined how they’d look when you were pregnant, how they’d fatten and round up as a response to your hormones and child-bearing body. 

“i know honey,” he cooed, licking his lips as he watches his cock disappear in and out of your cunt, “such a pretty pussy, ain’t lettin’ no on else have ya, you’re mine baby, all fuckin’ mine,” 

his southern accent came out more in his grunts and moans, losing concentration of anything else but you. 

he couldn’t imagine you getting any sexier, more desirable until he thought about you with his baby. after, especially. seeing you in a rocking chair with the baby in your arms, reading a story or cuddling them until they fell asleep. he remembered when he first met you. so outgoing, couldn’t get you to stay home, partying and doing all types of drugs. to be frank, he wasn’t approving of your way of life. 

he always worried about you, had to pick you up shitfaced at clubs, wanting to make sure you weren’t getting into any trouble. of course you did, there was a time joel had to bail you and tommy out of jail together because the two of you thought it was smart to get into a tussle at the bar with an obnoxious couple. joel never trusted tommy after that, mad at him for letting you do that, but you had to step in and tell him it was your decision. 

after that night, joel let you know how he felt. how your reckless ways weren’t fair for him, how he worried about you constantly, hoping you don’t end up drunk in a ditch somewhere. thinking about you now, asking him to make you a mother, only going out when joel went with you because you got tired of going out every night with your friends as you got older. now when you get drunk you aren’t crazy and sloppy, you were giggly or emotional. he admired your growth, and it even made him smile with pride realizing even though you changed some of your ways, you were still you at heart. 

he just knows you’re going to be the cool mom, the fun, exciting mom. he didn’t mind taking the burden of being the one to discipline and being not so fun to be around, it just made him flutter at the thought. knowing you went from crazy, wild and a party girl to wanting to be the mother of his kids made him warm. he had never loved anything as much as he loved you. 

“gonna be such a pretty mama, ain’t you? my perfect fuckin’ wife,” he growled, almost to himself as he stared down at you. 

no matter what, every time joel looked at you, you felt heat rush into your cheeks. this doesn’t change, not even when your bare underneath him. 

your eyes focus on his, watching his hair tousle and sweat form on his body. you couldn’t think, not even what to do with the rest of your limbs he wasn’t gripping onto, so you just hooked your arms under your calf, and held yourself open for him. 

“good fuckin’ girl, already knows what to do for me,” he smirked, watching you hold your folded position as far back as you can to open your cunt for him, just so he can see the hood of your clit between your lips and watch your hole flutter around his cock as you watched him. 

every time he soaked you in, you couldn’t help but clench. joel enjoyed watching you almost as much as you enjoyed watching him watch you. 

he smacked you on your ass a couple of times, stinging with every thrust he began to speed up with. your breath was being knocked out of you, no air in your lungs as he fucks into you to try to angle himself to hit your g-spot. it didn’t take much at all, especially not even he bent his knee to plant one foot on the bed and burying himself to a hilt. 

watching him like this, have so much desire and want for you enough to scrounge up any way to just be further pressed into you made the bundle of heat in your lower tummy nearly explode. 

“please, please, please cum in me, please, want your cum so bad, make me yours, wanna be good for you,” you rambled, breathy sentences coming out and not completely clear to you, but very clear to joel. 

he felt himself losing control watching you take his length, watching the ring of your arousal build on his cock. he couldn’t get used to how drenched you became at the sight of him, how slick you felt every time he slid between your folds. how his face and the scruff of his grown out beard would always be soaked coming up for air from your cunt — it was addicting. 

because he could be between your legs for hours, until you finally begged him to stop, to let up on your sore sex. 

“always so wet f’me, always ready to take my cock, always ready f’ me to plant my seed right,” he trailed, grabbing one of your hands from the backs of your thighs and using it to push onto your lower tummy that slightly hung over your mound, “here,” 

his hand rested on yours, and watched as your eyebrows furrowed into pleasure, your eyes fluttering and felt as if they were going cross eyed. vision blurred as you felt the undeniable pressure of your release threatening to spill over. you could feel him in your stomach, you could feel him everywhere. 

“such a pretty mess, ready for me to make her a mama, wantin’ t’ be mine forever, let me breed her pretty cunt whenever i want,” he whispered, and moved his hand down to your cunt to gather your juices that was covering his cock and spread it to your clit. 

he stuttered a moment, enjoying the way your hips tried to fuck back onto him, wanting to meet his thrusts with persistence. when you finally got into the rhythm, joel used his two fingers to rub firmly onto your clit. 

“gonna look so pretty filled with my cum, ain’t that right? cum for me, baby, make a mess on my cock pretty girl, let me feel you,” his words were too much for you, wanting to hold on for him, to cum together but it looked like you couldn’t help yourself. 

“gonna cum, gonna cum, joel, m’ c-cumming for you,” you moaned, followed by a heavy gasp caused by the jolts of your body after the knot in your tummy pulled apart and unraveled under him. 

he was the only one that could pull that reaction from you, the only one who got to see you shake under his hold, and god did he love it. he loved how you milked his cock until he felt his hips go sloppy, grabbing you harder than he knows, his mouth hanging open as he winced from the overstimulation of your cunt not letting go. 

he could do this over and over again, except this time, cumming inside of you was an entirely new situation. not only were you dripping down his shaft, but his last few thrusts into you and he came with a gravelly moan, one that made you throb around his cock. 

it was almost beautiful the way he made you feel warm, inside and out. the ropes of his hot release coated your walls entirely, and his hips slowly kept gliding in and out of you very softly. in his mind he was making sure you had a chance of carrying his baby, and even if not, he’d have the chance to do it over and over again until then. 

it’s all he could dream of really, filling you up with the purpose of making you a mother. 

“baby,” he breathes, letting your legs lay straight on the bed, his weight falling onto your body and he traps you. 

your bodies are sticky, covered in sweat and spit, your juices coating his entire groin and the bed. it was lovely, something that wasn’t at all sexual given how unflattering it is to be sweaty, disheveled and out of breath, but still you had a sense of lust and desire for him. love, is what you felt. and love was sensual, sexual, emotional, spiritual — it was everything. 

and as you laid there under joel while he gave small kisses over the skin exposed to him, playing with his hair and joel whispering to tell you how you are going to be the most amazing, beautiful mother there is — you couldn’t have imagined having a kid, being a mother, especially not to anyone else’s child. anyone but joel. 

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i hope u enjoyed! thank u so much for the support and for reading!

[felixaha]

its 4am you should go to sleep omg😭😭 but

camboy reader x Choso

basically choso needs some relief so he scrolls through all the accounts of other streamers then bam he sees his neighbor and is like “😧” and now whenever he sees neighbor!reader he gets all heated. Thats all i got you can choose whether choso is just gonna just perv over reader or they sleep together finally

“how can i say no?”

HIIII omg i love this request sm you have no idea , TYSM FOR THIS YOURE MY SAVIOR MWA .

might make a part two who knows 🤭

𖦹₊ ⊹ choso x camboy!reader ,

masturbation , blowjob (r!giving)

choso whimpers bcz why not.. ,

praise kink , eating you out ,

reader rides a dildo while

imagining choso .

MDNI

fuck he was frustrated, he badly needed something or someone to help him get off but the accounts were barely enough for him.

suddenly his fingers paused, eyes landing on a similar figure.

holy shit is that.. you?

he swore his cock springed in his free hand, fingers immediately clicking your profile as his heart raced.

“fuck..” he’s never been this hard in less than a second.

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he closed the door behind him, putting his keys in his pockets before he lifted his head to find you.

“oh, hey choso!” you smiled, waving at him as his face burned red.

“oh- hey! um- uh..” he didnt even notice his body heating up, gulping as he pulled the collar of his shirt out of nervousness.

“you okay? youre sweating..” you were ‘oblivious’ of the tent in his pants, reaching over to place the back of your hand on his forehead.

his eyes scanned your body, heart racing as hunger shined in his eyes.. he wished he could pounce at you right now and fuck you.

“choso? hey, choso!” you wave your hand in front of him, causing him to snap out as he bluttered.

“you look handsome t-today.” he blushed, blinking as he realized what he said. “i mean i look handsome today! everyday!”

he boosted his ego, hiding his obvious desire for you. cute.

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he was in his room, hand stroking his cock as he groaned, his head full of imaginations.

“fuck.. ngh- Mnn..” his eyes was closed, jerking off to the sound of your moans as he imagined you sucking him off.

oh how your pretty lips would feel around his cock, sucking him so eagerly like a slut as he grabs your hair and shoves you down until you can feel his tip in the back of his throat.

how he imagined you’d look if he pounded into you, hands gripping your hips like his life depended on it while abusing your prostate, babbling about how his big cock fucks you soo good.

“s-shit— ah..!” he frowned, letting out a small whimper before cumming in his hand, panting heavily as he looked at the screen.

it revealed you, riding the dildo as he imagined it was him instead, how he wished he would mark you up, fuck you in front of the camera..

he couldnt handle it anymore.

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he walked past your apartment, looking at the door as he heard sounds. huh.. was that- a guy?

his eyes burned with jealousy at the thought of someone else fucking you, growling as he placed a hand on the doorknob.

..it was unlocked. how stupid of you.

he opened the door, the sounds of moaning and creaking heard from your room as he slowly walked inside.

‘ill show you who’s better.’

he carefully opened the door for you not to notice, revealing you and.. a dildo?

“c-choso—! mnn..!! ngh fuwAh~!” you moan out, desperate for something, anything to please you.

fuck the dildo was barely enough to hit your prostate, head full of images of choso fucking you so good.

“huh—?!” you finally felt eyes on you, looking back as you spot a figure you wanted to see so badly.

“you enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” choso grinned, closing the door behind you and turning on the lights to see more of your body.

“ive been waiting for this.. for so long.” he walked closer to you, footsteps heavy as his hands began to slowly remove his own clothes.

“you gonna be a good boy for me? yeah?” he purred, licking his lips as his hand stroked your hair, your heart racing.

“n-ngh.. please, choso..” you whisper, growing even more needy as you felt a finger tap your lips.

you obediently open your mouth, letting choso slip his fingers in. you suck them, licking and sucking while glancing up at his sharp eyes look down at you with lust.

“fuck.. cant wait to have your lips around my cock.” he whispers, removing his pants which revealed his boxers, your heart racing at the thought of sucking him off.

“be a good boy, baby. please me.” you eagerly remove his boxers, eyes sparkling at the sight of his hard cock standing proudly in his stomach. you knew he was big.. but not THAT big.

you werent complaining though, licking your lips as you start licking his shaft and tip, getting it ready for your pretty little mouth.

“ah.. youre really good with you- ahn.. mouth huh? practiced?” he teased, groaning at the feeling before shoving his cock inside your mouth, causing to you gag.

“mgg—!! Mck Mgg—?!” your eyes widened from the unexpected situation but quickly adjusted, bobbing your head up and down as you looked up to see him satisfied.

“ah— thats it, h-haa.. fuck fuck shit—“ he whimpered, the sound going straight to your cock as it twitched and leaked precum.

“keep going, ngh- m-mnn..” his head hang back, guiding your movements. he was so close.

his hand trembled, pushing you even more before cumming inside your mouth, making you gag and cough.

“haa.. ah— hahah..” he sighs, looking down at you with a smile, cooing at the sight of you swallowing it.

“good boy.” he suddenly pushed you on top of the bed, causing you to yelp and squirm around.

“c-choso pleasee..” you plead, not knowing what you were begging for but it seemed like he knew what it was.

“you’ll get my cock soon, you’ve been bad hm? teasing me with that ass and bending over whenever i see you.” his hand groped your ass before spanking it, causing you to cry out.

“you think i wouldnt notice? hm? fucking slut.” he knelt down in front of you, watching your eyes widen when you realized he noticed everything.

“oh, pretty, you're so needy,” he whispered in a husky voice, his warm breath teasing against your skin.

He spread your legs wider, exposing your puckered entrance. choso’s tongue traced slow circles around the rim, teasing and exploring, before delving inside.

He savored the taste of you, his tongue delving deeper, lapping at the sensitive flesh.

he sucked and licked, alternating between gentle licks and more forceful thrusts of his tongue.

His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he continued to devour your poor hole with fervor.

“ungh—?! ah—! choso Oh fuck ah—!” your back arched, moaning at the warm feeling.

his hands gripped on your thighs, lifting your legs up effortlessly as he continued to devour you.

“you like that baby? fuck—“ he groaned, his cock coming back to life as it twitched.

“choso ngh..!! s’good im gon-“ you cry out, legs trembling as your cock twitched again, fuck his tongue was so good.

“please- im gonna—!!” your cock spurted out cum in your stomach and some landing on your chin, panting as he laughed softly.

“such a cutie..” he praised, kissing your inner thighs before laying you down again.

“you can handle my cock, right?” he knely between your legs, cock brushing against your entrance as he smirked.

..this is gonna take a while.

[l33bang24]

OMG It’s You…(Part 11)

YouTube!Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️Warnings⚠️: cursing, pet names, Chan and Minho being not smart, Chan and Minho having past history?? (lmk if I missed anything)

🏷️ : @laylasbunbunny @weirdowithaphone @silverstarburst @jusanontstuff @anxiousskylar @drewsandsebastianswife @amararosesblog @niaalove @blackbluerose666 (Taglist open)

Series Masterlist

(Authors note at the bottom)

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Felix’s POV

I've never been angrier than I am right now. “Fucking pussies” I mumbled to myself. Why am I always the go-to person for fixing problems and uncovering information? I'm the golden child they can't be mad at. Maybe it's because I know how to avoid getting on their wrong side.

I stood outside Chan’s hotel door, nervously wringing my hands. Somehow, I felt like he was the safer choice between the two. Ever since his mysterious phone call, he seemed in a much better mood than Minho, who was just plain cranky. I knocked on the door and waited eagerly for Chan to open it.

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Third Person POV

Y/N had realized she had an uncanny ability to read Minho's moods. Lately, she could tell he was feeling grumpy, likely due to her lack of communication. After a nearly disastrous call with Chan, she hesitated to reach out to Minho, even though she knew he deserved to be in the know. She finally called him as she edited a new video in her recording room.

“Hey! I was waiting for your call, Jagiya. I thought you would leave me hanging!" he answered excitedly. She chuckled and glanced to the side. "No way, Min! I'd never do that to you. I've been swamped with the channel lately. I've meant to share something with you, but there have been so many changes in my life. I'm actually about to post a video that will explain everything. I hope you know I wouldn't keep you in the dark intentionally. You mean a lot to me. I've been keeping things under wraps to surprise you and the boys. That's why I've been distant, trying not to spill the beans before the video is out.”

Minho tells her he understands; he'd just wished she had told him sooner. She tells him she'll make it up to him, which puts a big smile on his face. He feels his mood grow increasingly better than before. They continue to discuss various things in his life and what she can share about hers. Minho finally finds himself able to relax with the soothing sound of her voice.

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Chan’s POV

As I turned the doorknob and pulled the door open, I was surprised to see Felix standing on the other side. I greeted him and inquired if he required any assistance. He expressed a desire to have a conversation with me. As I ushered him inside, we settled onto my bed, and I placed my phone nearby. Felix glanced at it before sharing his thoughts with me.

“You must be talking to a girl. Judging by your reaction when you came back into the room.” I felt the tips of my ears burning. I didn't exactly notice until I sat down and felt uncomfortable. I had to get back up and take care of myself before returning. It was embarrassing, to say the least.

“I guess it's something like that. We’re just talking, nothing serious. She just said something that made me feel a different way. I knew she wasn't doing it on purpose, but I wasn't expecting it, you know?” Felix nodded his head, understanding.

“The guys have been worried about you and Minho. It is almost as if you're both talking to the same girl. Your expressions are the same when you get a text. Minho almost massacred Han over taking his phone. Nobody wants to ask because they're afraid they'll get their heads chewed off.”

Felix huffs out a breath. “Chan Hyung, we don't want to be noisy, but we just don't want anything else to come between us again. When you and Minho fight, it's like we’re at war, and the rest of us are hiding because we don't want to get pulled into it.” He comes closer and gives me an unexpected hug. As the most affectionate member of the group, I accept it and hold it tight. We bid our goodbyes, and I crashed back on my bed.

Felix’s words brought me back to my conversation with Minho earlier today.

Flashback

As I emerged from the bathroom, I bumped into Minho, who was heading in. "Did you fix yourself in there, or do you need some assistance?" he teased as I rolled my eyes. "I can take care of myself, thank you very much."

"That's not what you said last time." I was taken aback. What was wrong with him? Without a second thought, I pulled him into the bathroom and shut the door. “Okay, you have my attention. What do you want?” I raise my eyebrows, waiting for him to respond. He snickers. “What? Don't tell me you didn't like it when I helped you last time.”

“YAH! Just get to the point already!” I yell at him, clearly upset. He raises his hands, knowing he went too far on that one. “Sorry, Chan Hyung. I have to tease you occasionally, but I didn't mean to go that far.” Minho takes a moment to collect his thoughts. “I just wanted to tell you that however you've been talking to, I hope they treat you right. You deserve to be loved and cherished. I don’t normally tell you something like that, but I thought you should know that.” I smile back at him and bring him into a short hug. “Thank you, and you deserve the same. I know that none of us is making you that happy. Plus, the whole chasing after Han making death threats was a big giveaway.” Minho smiles softly, “Yeah, she's great. I hope I get to meet her someday.”

End of Flashback

We ended up chatting some more after we left the bathroom. We talked about how much we liked talking about our girls but never mentioning their names. Everything was forgotten after I received a notification that Y/N had posted a new video.

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Third Person POV

‘The room she's in is NOT her bedroom.’ Chan thought to himself. It was decorated with neon colors that painted her face. He didn't have long to look around as she started talking.

“Hello Lovelies! I'm sure you've been wondering why I've been absent for some time and why you haven't seen many videos. Well, I'm going to address all of that. First things first, y'all look at this room setup. I love it, plus the neon sign behind me. It's my channel name, and I can change the color of it, too.” She shows the different colors and then turns, clapping her hands excitedly. “Let me try to break this down for you. I got offered a dream job to work as a full-time creator, and with some encouragement from some extraordinary people, I leaped. I no longer work for my former job nor reside in the United States.”

At that comment alone, all eight boys shouted, “WHAT?!”

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Y/N’s POV

My latest video has caused my phone to explode with notifications. I intentionally kept quiet about my location and employer, leaving the fans to figure it out independently. Meanwhile, the guys are losing it. I'm grateful that I negotiated the contract to allow me to work on my terms.

If I didn't want to come in until after 1 pm, I could do that. I also got to make my days as long as I wanted or as short as I wanted or even do the work from the apartment instead of going in. The possibilities were endless.

Every time I step into the recording room, I am captivated by its ambiance. Although it resembles a gamer's room, it is so much more. After sharing some pictures of my vision for the room, MNet brought those ideas to life. The room is painted in a serene off-white color, and the overall atmosphere is genuinely breathtaking.

As you enter the room, you are immediately drawn to the vibrant glow of the neon lights. The room's centerpiece is a sleek white table with ample storage options. A sophisticated four-monitor display with space for a laptop and peripherals is positioned on the table. The chair, crafted from luxurious leather and suede, beckons you to sit. Triangular lights adorn the wall behind the monitors, casting a soft, ambient glow. Adjacent to the chair, a stylish loveseat couch is decorated with a neon sign that reads Y/C/N.

I could already picture myself taking some great naps on that comfy couch. I wasn't confident they'd include everything, but they went above and beyond, to my surprise. They even added a fridge, microwave, coffee maker, and a small cabinet for snacks and other goodies. With all these amenities, I could almost turn this room into a cozy, tiny home.

A couple of hours later, I received a call to attend a meeting. I made my way to the designated floor and headed toward the conference room where the meeting was scheduled. As I entered, I noticed everyone was already seated, and on the table were flyers adorned with a cupid and heart-shaped arrows. I took the only available seat and prepared for the meeting to begin.

“Sorry to call you on such short notice, but we have an idea for your channel.” I tilt my head to the side. “What would that be?” A lady in the middle replies next.

“A live reaction video.”

(A/N: We’re getting closer to the good part! I'm so happy that others are enjoying this series. I didn't think it would work well, but everyone proved me wrong. If you don't know where I'm going with this idea, you're in for a treat 😉 Love y'all, and have a great day!)

[kwanisms]

[02:00], Vernon, requested by anon

╰┈➤ M2 “don’t act so innocent, i heard you”

summary: your roommate comes home early to find you fantasizing about him in your bedroom.

wc: 646

warnings: adult dialogue, smut, 18+ (minors dni), sexual content: slight voyeurism, vague about protection (it’s not mentioned either way), roommates to lovers *gasp* omg they were roommates

a/n: i felt like this worked really well for a roommate scenario so here you go, nonnie! I hope you like it! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. line breaks made by me. I do not allow reposts or reposts of my works. All my works are © kwanisms

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All he’d planned to do when he came home from practice was grab something to eat and settle down on the sofa and play some video games. It was supposed to be a relaxing evening with no distractions.

So when he came home, shut the front door and dropped his keys on the kitchen counter, he was surprised by the sound of a whimper that resonated through the apartment.

‘Was that Y/N?’ He wondered, dropping his bag off his shoulder and letting it fall to the floor before the kitchen island.

He walked past the living room, following the hallway to the bedrooms.

Another whine sounded from your room and Vernon was suddenly worried that you might be hurt which is what pushed him to cross the distance to your door and push it open, taking note that the door was cracked in the first place.

When he peered in, he expected that maybe you were sitting or laying on the bed, nursing some sort of hurt ankle or wrist, maybe even tending to a cut or something.

What he wasn’t expecting was you, lying on your bed with your hands between your legs, head thrown back in pleasure. His face burned in embarrassment as he realized he was spying on you and he pulled back quickly, hoping to shut the door back to where you’d left it but he froze, hand on the doorknob when you spoke.

Well, it was more of a moan, but it was still his name.

‘Fuck,’ he thought. Had you caught him peeping? He’d have to beg for your forgiveness if that was the case. Plead that he didn’t mean to spy, he was just checking in on you.

He’d expected you to call out to him so when you didn’t but merely let out another moan as you played with yourself, he knew he hadn’t been caught,

But you certainly had.

It only took another moan of his name from your lips and Vernon was pushing open the door before he could stop himself.

“You know,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk on his face.

You covered yourself quickly, stammering out an apology, muttering about how you thought he wasn’t going to be home so soon.

Vernon ignored your incoherent mumbles, instead crossed the distance from the door to your bed, moving to kneel on the foot of your bed.

You watched as he slowly approached you, hands settling on your knees.

His eyes never left yours as he calmly and slowly caressed the skin of your legs.

“May I?” He asked softly, waiting for you to give confirmation.

The moment you nodded, your eyes locked on him, there was no going back.

That was an hour ago.

You were now lying on your bed, chest pressed against the mattress and your hips up in the air as your roommate thrust into you from behind, his fingers digging into your skin.

You bit your lips, trying to hold back your moans as your body rocked with each movement of Vernon’s hips.

“Oh come on,” you heard him pant, slowing his thrusts to rolls, burying his cock deep inside you.

“I know you can be louder than that,” he groaned, a smirk on his lips.

“Vernon I—” you tried to explain but in all honesty, there was nothing to explain.

“Don’t act so innocent,” Vernon said, giving you a sharp thrust and making you yelp. “I heard you, Y/N.”

“Vernon—” your words were cut off by a low moan that sounded from the back of your throat as your roommate started to move faster, the sound of his skin hitting yours filling the room but overshadowed by the volume and pitch of your moans.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his hold on your hips tightening.

“Let the neighbors hear how good I fuck you.”

[cherryredstars]

CHERRYYY!! OMG LOOK

so I found this silly little tiktok while I was scrolling and...

https://www.tiktok.com/@__av.enue/video/7263884206076448001

I just wanted to ask if you could write something based on that?? 🤭

Idk much about writing so I'll just leave the rest to you and give you that

Thank you and have a good day/night!! :D

Warnings: Military AU, Talks of Death, Mentions of Abandonment, Slight Mentions with gn!reader

Summary: What if Miguel joined the military?

A/N: That tik tok is so!!!!!! I loved it!!! Made it more military than COD based because I didn’t want to steal those ideas!

Word Count: 1.1K (Edited)

Miguel never wanted to join the military. Gabriel was the one who had enlisted, and he loved it. He would come to visit Miguel while on leave and tell his big brother about his war stories and comrades. He would gush about the dreams he had to be part of a more elite squad and have a higher position. Gabriel would constantly hint at Miguel that he would be a great fit for the military with his love for rules and his large physique. Miguel would always brush it off, more content in his current work as a geneticist. 

The day he had woken up to a knock on his door will always haunt him. He was dressed in nothing but basketball shorts, hair still messy from sleep when he opened the door to find two dressed soldiers at his doorstep. They held grim, stoic expressions as a folded flag rested in their arms. Miguel’s grip on the doorknob tightened as they recited the rehearsed lines spoken when they had to report a death to a family. Miguel had tuned them out, staring past them until their mouths stopped moving. He wordlessly took the flag from them and closed the door with a nod. Later that night, Miguel drank an entire bottle of bourbon in the dark of his living room, furniture and objects shattered on the floor around him. 

A few weeks later, Miguel enlisted for the same branch Gabriel was in. He had finished boot camp at the top of his platoon, earning him an E-3 rank. Right after, he had started his AIT, choosing to study as a specialist for nuclear, chemical, and biological threats. With his former science background, he was able to do well. After graduation, he got a few days of break before he was assigned to a unit. 

It was slow for him to make friends, more focused on trying to work his way up and complete his brother’s goals. But eventually, he was able to warm up the slightest bit and found camaraderie among his fellow soldiers. 

It was hard for him to see some of his friends die in the field. No matter how many times it happened, it never got easier for him to deal with it. Sometimes, he questioned why Gabriel would want to live a life like this, why Miguel even bothered to make friends with people who are more destined to die than to live. But, the longer he stayed in the military the more he realized that no one wants to actually end up dead. That, the thought of throwing your life away gets easier when you know you aren’t dying alone. That, if you do end up dying, there will be people who hold onto your memory. Someone who will hold the pain for you and tell your story. He hopes someone shares his story in the same way he shares Gabriel’s when he dies. 

During one of his leaves, he had a drunken one night stand. He forgets about it, thinking nothing of it as he leaves for duty again. It only comes to bite him in the ass when he returns on leave again, finding out he got her pregnant. He doesn’t want kids. Not when he’s in the military and he spends more time on duty than in his own home.  How was he supposed to be a father if he’s forced to be a soldier first? What’s even worse, once the baby is born (a daughter he affectionately names Gabriella after his brother), her mother ups and leaves. He had no idea what to do, a now single father who won’t be able to be there during the crucial years of his daughter’s life. He ends up letting a military friend’s wife take care of her when he has to leave for duty, he later hires a nanny once Gabriella gets older. 

During another one of his leaves, he meets you. Between the military and taking care of his daughter, he finds little room for you at first. But eventually, a date happens. And that turns into more dates until you’re living in his home taking care of his daughter while he’s away. It brings him the greatest amount of joy when he comes back home, and among the civilian families, you and Gabriella stand waving excitedly for him. 

Both of his dog tags stay at home. The first tag, he had given to Gabriella to hold on to when she was younger. He had held on to the other one before he had given it to you. He has to hide his smile every time he looks towards the dining room table to see you and Gabriella, eating happily with matching tags around your necks. In return, a folded and sun damaged photo of Gabriella and you are tucked into his breast pocket, right over his heart. 

After having Gabriella and dating you, his fear of dying has increased. It pains him to think he would leave behind the two greatest people the world has ever gifted him with. The thought of you or Gabriella opening the door, just like he did years ago, to find someone holding a flag out as a shitty apology haunts him. In his nightmares, Gabriella hears the knock and opens the door. You come walking behind her, scolding her for opening the door for strangers. But, the words turn into sobs as two men (the same ones that showed up at his door for Gabriel) give you the same death speech and hand you a blood-stained flag. His dream always ends with Gabriella asking, “Do you think they’re Papa’s friends? Maybe they know when he’s coming home.”

Despite his fear, he always makes it home. He gets achievements and awards for his military work. He gets promoted to higher ranks, becomes part of that elite squad Gabriel always talked about. Gets the title that should have been Gabriel’s instead of Miguel’s.

He stays in the military for the full 20 years that are required if he wants retirement benefits. When those twenty years are up, he happily goes home to the both of you, knowing the threats of not coming home are gone. He spends the rest of his life working as a geneticist again, coming home to the loves of his life at the same time every day. 

Every year, on the day those soldiers come to Miguel’s door, he goes down to visit Gabriel’s grave. He sets down a fresh bouquet of flowers and sits there catching his brother up on what he missed since his last visit. And each year, Miguel thanks Gabriel for the family he found because of his years in the military. He thanks Gabriel for being the reason he now has you and Gabriella waiting for him at home. When he leaves the cemetery, he always has his hands shoved in his pockets, clutching onto a pair of dog tags that have his last name engraved on them, but aren’t his.

I apologize if I used any terms wrong or if things aren’t accurate. Despite coming from a military family, I have no idea what I’m talking about and everything was creative liberty or looked up.

[thotsforvillainrights]

can you do a reader x magne where the reader is very depressed and magne comforts them with cuddles and cute fluffy stuff.

(I miss her so much omg)

~Comforting Mag Content~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

"Dabi, get off your ass and help the rest of us search." Magne glared in annoyance at the man relaxed on the raggedy couch, his feet comfortably resting on the rickety coffee table. His focus remained on the TV screen in front of him while he replied. "The rest of us? You act like everyone here is looking for Y/N when in reality it's just you, and those two loons in the corner over there." He smirked as he pointed at Twice and Toga. "I'm no loon, take that back! You're absolutely correct." Twice spouted out. Spinner cleared his throat. "Actually, we've all been on the lookout for the past day or so. Just because it looks like we don't care doesn't mean we don't."

"That's difference between you and me then. I look like I don't care, and I actually mean it too." Magne was fuming at this point. "Fine, I'll keep that in mind next time you need a favor from me." Dabi rolled his eyes and sat upright on the couch. He let out a long deep sigh before speaking up. "Have you tried looking at her/his/their apartment at all this entire time?" The silence that graced the room lasted for quite a bit as realization set in. It only took about 5 minutes for Magne to slip on a jacket and venture out into the night rain. It took her about 20 minutes of walking to get to your back alley apartment door. She's always known not to enter through the front of course.

"You should really learn to lock this back door." She quietly spoke to herself as she entered the apartment. Immediately upon entry she almost fell flat on her face. The culprit? One of the many empty drink bottles spread across the floor. It probably only took her 1 minute to realize you were in a bad place again. She called out to you so she didn't startle you when she entered your room. You didn't even bother to sit up and look at her. The only acknowledgment she received was a rather pathetic groan muffled by the flattened pillows and plush blankets. Magne slipped her coat off and hung it on the bedroom doorknob. No words were exchanged for the first half of the night. She knew if you wanted to talk about it then you would do just that. She was never one to force it out of you but instead opted for silent comfort. Her arms provide safety, her heartbeat lulls you to sleep. She takes time to admire you even at your worst. You eyes swollen, puffy from crying. There are dried tears on your cheeks, signaling your recent episode. The TV was on too low a volume to even make out what anyone was saying. You've likely had it on as background sound as your mind wandered to whatever awful thing was stressing you out at the moment. You phone was far from you, ignoring the various notifications sent from Magne and the others checking in to see where you were and if you were okay.

She's careful with her motions when she's sure you're finally asleep. After slipping out of the bed, she carefully closes the door behind herself and starts silently cleaning the front room of the apartment. She's preparing a very light midnight snack for you and when you wake up she's prepared to continue providing you with all her love and affections. Although she doesn't pry, she silently hopes you'll open up to her again soon. She'll accept with open ears, arms, and an open heart above all else.

[sweetcrazyluvie]

small feelings

fwb!jaehyun x afab reader

18+ mdni, smut

summary: you cannot shake off this feeling of sadness and aimlessness, and the only thing that makes you feel alive these days is having sex up with your sneaky link / fwb jaehyun. but after a particular hookup session, you realize you are certain of your feelings for him: you are in love with him. on top of all these lingering mental problems, you realize he will never love you back. so you have no choice but to push him away, and everything else too.

wc: 8k (girl bye it was not that serious)

cw: very self-indulgent im ctfu, depressed / miserable reader, very brief suicide ideation, arguing followed by a time skip, HEAVY miscommunication, some blood bc reader gets hurt from dropping a vase, kinda hurt/comfort (?), protected sex turns unprotected, creampie, petnames (baby, angel, princess), jaehyun kinda gets freaky and possessive, spitting kink, idk what else honestly I suck at this omg

OCTOBER, WEEK 1

he’s approaching. well, that is what he told you about half an hour ago. and since then, you have been scrambling around the house back and forth, trying to clean up as best as you can because something as simple as that seems to slip from your mind among other things recently.

you scan your room with your eyes to see if you missed anything, and, of course, you did: your bright purple vibrator sitting pretty on your pink sheets—of which you were using before he called. you mentally smack yourself at how stupid you are to almost leave something like that out in the open.

your heart races as you run to the bathroom to do a quick clean to at least give the illusion that it is not entirely dirty. and so you do the same for every area in the house again, even the ones he will not go in. essentially, everything besides the garage because that is beyond saving.

jaehyun won’t care anyway, but eventually the place is finally to your liking and satisfaction. you head back to your room to change into a cute, tight, and pink outfit because that is something he does care about. deep down, you know that is why he is even coming to your house after work: for your body. however, you crave his too, so, in essence, that makes you just as bad.

you have to apply your makeup quickly; he should be here soon. but as your hands mindlessly work on your face, you stare at yourself in the vanity mirror: the girl who looks back is just so…unrecognizable. and for a split second, you swear you can see her frown back at you. when you blink, though, only your pathetic reflection remains.

you try to shake off the feeling as your phone screen lights up next to you.

jae <3 : I’m here. open the door.

he doesn’t knock. he never does. and somehow, the blunt tone of the message has you feeling uneasy.

you check yourself out just one more time before walking up to the door to let him in. but as your hand reaches for the doorknob, you let a sigh escape from your mouth to calm down. you are always nervous to see him, and you can’t help but hate yourself for that.

even so, you just clear your throat and fix your posture before finally opening the door. and there you see him: the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes upon. and more specifically, the man you wanted to be yours.

it all happened so fast. you were in his arms. I missed you’s were exchanged even though it hadn’t even been a week since the last. the both of you gravitated towards your room in an uncontrolled, frenzied manner—kissing and crashing into the walls on the way. clothes were thrown and scattered onto your carpet.

it all happened so fast—and so naturally. he just understands you in a way no one or nothing has: he makes you feel alive when everything else inside of you feels dead.

the night is young, and your body feels like it’s on fire. he’s unrelenting. it’s a feeling that you only want for yourself but you’ll never dare to let him know that—you can’t. and still, you want more. his cock is magic and you’re falling for its vicious spell.

it’s criminal: the lewd and loud sounds that your bodies make clapping against each other while also moaning relentlessly. the neighbors can probably hear you guys going at it but that does not matter at all when you’re with him. actually, all your problems vanish when you’re with him, and just maybe, that is why you always come back for more—the escapism is a drug.

“how do you feel and taste better each time? holy shit, baby.”

his nails dig those familiar crescents into your hips as the backshots he’s giving you only become more intense—pain and pleasure in its most pure and perfect form.

“this is what you wanted, huh?”

“oh god yes,” you mewl.

“taking it so good, princess.”

you unconsciously clench tight on his cock in response and he laughs softly.

“my pretty girl likes it when I tell her how good she’s doing… so fucking cute. you make it so hard to hold back, you know?”

your back arches and your hands grip onto the sheets with such a violent and searing pleasure that can only be brought out by him.

“then don’t.”

you don’t know where this sudden rush of courage came from, and it surprises the both of you. and so after a few more thrusts into you, he slows down then stops.

“what are you implying, angel?”

“exactly what I just said. if you don’t want to hold back, there is no reason you should be.”

“is that so?”

“yes,” you say, holding back a whimper as you feel his cock twitch in your walls.

“ok, I just needed the clarification. in that case… can I take the condom off then?” he asks. his voice is firm, but somehow tender and sweet.

“jae…” you sigh, even though your heart skips a beat. “actually, I don’t know…”

“you can’t just rile me up and then back down. come on, princess. I promise I’ll be careful. I’ll pull out.”

you guys had met almost a year and a half ago through mutual friends. and then you started messing around six months into knowing each other, but you had never done it raw before with him. although you don’t hate the idea, the fact he is the one who asked first makes you nervous. the feeling might be too much; the idea of it is too much. it would be too much to bear. it would feel…intimate and romantic, almost. and that right there is something you have been trying to fight in silence for a while now.

and just as you’re about to tell him no, his long fingers trail along the spine of your back and you tremble pathetically to his touch.

“come on… you know you want it too, don’t lie to yourself.”

“well, yes, but–”

“but what?”

you don’t say anything as your mind runs in circles to find an excuse; you do really want it at your core. the thought of it also awakens something primal inside of you. that voice in the back of your head is screaming no, but everything else needs this. you need this.

“you scared? scared it’ll feel too good?” he says, rolling his hips smoothly into yours again.

“I’m not scared…hhh…” you choke, shaking as he starts hitting it from the back again.

“then what is it?”

your mind blanks other than the thought of how much better it would feel if he took it off. and just like that, you find yourself nodding your head.

“you’ll let me do that? I need a yes or a no. come on, baby,” he says, fingers tracing smooth circles onto your back.

“ok fine, n-need it off. please…” you whine as you give in.

“I got you, princess,” he soothes.

he slides out of your plush walls, and you turn your head to watch as he removes the rubber with ease. his eyes glow as he strokes himself a bit and lines himself up again at your entrance.

the tip alone has you both seeing stars, but that feeling is taken to the next level when he is all the way in—it’s cosmic.

you can’t think straight. now, it’s too much yet too little. you keep rolling your hips back to meet his thrusts because you’re so needy and desperate for more. you tilt your head back again and watch as the veins in his arms pop out as he uses force to still you from moving.

“stop it. just let me make you feel good. let me do all the work, okay?”

he slides almost all the way out—his tip latching onto your entrance—before pushing himself back with force and passion. it feels like heaven, twice as nice even, and the deep seated feeling of guilt in your gut makes it shamefully feel better. so you can’t help but fight against his strength and push yourself back onto his dick.

“I thought I told you to stop doing that,” he says, voice now stern and demanding.

he grabs a fistful of your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulls your back up to his chest.

“isn’t that right?” he whispers seductively into your ear, licking a thick stripe along the earlobe.

“s-sorry,” you cry out.

his strokes are slow and delicious like this, but before you can really bask in the feeling, he pushes you back onto the bed, his arm somehow managing to snake around your neck like a headlock. your hands are now clutching at the sheets again, with more force if even possible. his chest is right against your back and the closeness of it all is suffocating yet so divine.

“fuck jae, s-so good…”

“god, princess. you drive me crazy, you know that, right?” he groans into your ear.

his hips now slam into yours perfectly—hitting that spot and angle rhythmically. he chokes you harder with his arm as his pace becomes faster and messier. you clench onto his dick as you feel that band in your stomach about to explode.

“let me cum inside. fuck, baby, please. let me do it,” he’s vocal in a way he never has been and it’s driving you over the edge.

you just moan, mind too fuzzy to even think or speak properly. his every move and sound feels amplified like this and it’s dizzying.

“god damn, you’re just sucking me in so good… so tight… please…” he whimpers, his pace becoming even more messier.

“jae, oh my god,” you moan.

you can barely breathe now. it all hurts so good. it’s too dangerous. it really feels like he’s making love to you and you’re scared that by letting him finish inside you, your feelings for him will become even more complicated than they already are.

“hurry up, baby. yes or no. I’m not gonna last longer the way you’re squeezing onto me. holy shit…” he chokes out.

a couple more strokes has him twitching and that makes it all the more real. your heart begins to race in a way it never has before. and soon enough, you feel that sweet and vicious euphoria rushing up to you in cathartic shivers and it lets the words roll off your tongue: “cum in me, jae. please.”

the both of you cry out as the orgasm courses through your body which leads to him shooting his warm ropes into your velvet walls.

“jae, I lo–oh my…”

jaehyun kisses your ear and continues to ride out your orgasm.

he really just fucked you so good that you almost told him that you loved him. and the sad and terrifying truth was that if you weren’t sure of that before, you were damn sure of it now. you are in love with him. he mostly likely just sees you as his booty call, and you can’t blame him because you answer every time with no hesitation.

and the worst part is that you know he will never love the real you: the one that is constantly dragged down by the demons of the past.

when he pulls out and away from you, your body immediately reacts to the lack of heat and warmth from him. the afterglow doesn’t last long before the shame pours in with no mercy.

and strangely enough, the tears start to drip down your flushed cheeks because this was it. you had given him basically all that you could. you gave him the rawest form of love you had and that still wasn’t enough for an I like you. really, what more could you expect after that? things will only go down from here.

you are ripped back into reality with the sound of him rambling.

“…all right. see what happens when you let me do my thing?” he says, so happy and sure of himself.

but your heart feels like it has shattered into a million fragments. and there was no way you could hide it. you can’t even look at him. you sniffle—tears pouring and staining your cheeks.

“uh yeah…” you mumble, wiping under your eyes with the back of your hand.

the energy in the room has shifted like a light switch, but he doesn’t take notice.

“you need to go, jae,” you whisper.

“what was that, angel?”

“you need to go,” you say, voice still a quiet whisper.

“uhhh, is everything ok? I thought–”

you turn to look at him now and he is taken aback by the pain written all over your face.

“I said you need to go. now!” you raise your voice.

“what’s wrong? was it something just now? did I go too far?”

“I don’t… I don’t want to talk about it right now. please… just leave…”

you wouldn’t want to see him ever again, actually you couldn’t stand the thought of having to pretend around him anymore knowing you couldn't be his and he couldn’t be yours.

“princess…” he sighs, placing his hand on your shoulder.

but you nudge it away and start to gather his clothes.

“what the hell, y/n? talk to me!”

the sudden switch to your name at this moment makes you even angrier for some reason.

“I need you to go! what about that don’t you understand?”

you throw his clothes at him, but his scent—the overuse of cologne to mask the stench of weed—bounces back to you anyway. they fall and scatter all over his feet and he stares at you in disbelief.

you knew you were being dramatic, but you couldn’t help it: you felt hurt. and most of all, just plain stupid for thinking there was even a slight possibility for something more to happen between the two of you—a future.

he sighs as he dresses himself lazily, not even bothering to buckle his belt.

“tell you what… what I don’t understand is why you always keep making things harder for me. just why can’t you open yourself up to me emotionally. WHAT is going on that you feel the need to shut down like this?”

“oh so now I’m a chore for you?”

“that is NOT what I am saying.”

“it is what you’re implying. I’m too much for you, aren’t I?”

“right now, yes, you are. but I need you to help me here. just TALK to me.”

your mind doesn’t register that last part, only caught up with that yes. you are too much for him. you already felt like a burden to everyone and everything in this damn world but to hear it vocalized from him even in the slightest had your thoughts reeling into dangerous territory.

you could not form the words, instead choking on your sobs.

“y/n…”

you cry as you feel so many emotions—all these small feelings you had ignored—crash over you like an unforgiving, powerful wave.

“hey, I–”

“just get the fuck out!” you cut him off.

your words are charged with anger and you just want to scream at him more for being so stupid and so beautiful.

he sighs again. his eyes are now glowing with a certain sadness and concern that makes the regret all the more soul-crushing. why couldn’t he just love you back? why couldn’t he just fix you?

he gets closer to you so he can place a tender kiss on your forehead. he strokes his thumb on your cheek, like he normally does, but this time it makes you feel sick to your stomach.

“just talk to me whenever you’re ready, princess. I’ll be waiting,” he says.

he walks out of your room and slams the door on the way out. the sound echoes into your heart and soul. and you cry harder than before because you knew deep down that you weren’t going to talk to him again. ever.

and loneliness, then, watches you from the nearest shadow, waiting like a ravenous predator.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘˗ˏˋ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˎˊ˗∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

OCTOBER, WEEK 1, THE NEXT DAY

*jae <3 sent you $150

jae <3 : you know, for the plan B, just in case ;)

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NOVEMBER

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DECEMBER

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JANUARY, WEEK 2

nostalgia is one hell of a drug, and also one hell of a bitch when it comes to letting go. there’s a ton of clothes in your closet that don’t even fit you or you just wouldn’t wear anymore—your taste has changed, or rather, grown. yet for some reason you have it all stashed in there like some hoarder on a television show. it’s an amalgamation of distinct eras of your life and memories that you are too lazy—and also don’t want to—throw away. nonetheless, you cannot find that one damn jacket you swore was in there. you think to yourself that perhaps, just maybe, it is deep in your hamper full of dirty clothes that you haven’t touched in weeks.

you decide you need to leave your house for something other than work and unavoidable errands. staying cooped up inside has done more damage than you’d like to admit, especially when the days are like mush and blend together. this monotonous excuse of an existence is a curse, truly.

not bothering to rummage through the mess, you just pick the first jacket you can find and put it on even though it does not match your outfit at all.

it’s late in the afternoon, and it’s only been one hour since you woke up and got out of bed.

through your window, you take notice of the dull, cloudy sky and realize it’s going to be that annoying, uncomfortable type of chilly day outside, but you have your mind settled on going to the park because god knows you need to touch some grass and reconnect with nature.

you slightly regret brushing off your friends who asked to hangout, but you didn’t want to drag their moods down with how miserable you were. you had to clear your mind—rid it of all reminders of him.

this glumness has just consumed you with a vengeance like no other.

and inevitably, it follows you to the car as you put the keys into the ignition and then drive to the park as if on autopilot. it follows you as you get out and find a bench to sit your pathetic butt on. it then sinks its razor–sharp teeth into you as your eyes scan your surroundings and realize you are alone.

there are kids playing with one another, couples walking together, and just all types of people who just don’t look empty. you know you shouldn’t generalize that because these people could just be putting on a facade for all you know. what stings, though, is how you no longer have the energy to put one on yourself. there’s no bone in your body that has the ability to present such a performance anymore.

instead, you try to focus on something else, like the trees or the stray dogs running around, but you can’t ignore the obvious: you still feel like shit.

you can’t help but ruminate over the fact that you feel so…unhappy, and a large part of that just comes from loneliness. also, you just feel stuck, like there is no moving forward from this because this sadness will never let go of its vicious grasp on you.

it’s like all the small and minor feelings you shoved aside were now majorly affecting every part of your soul, body, and mind.

there are just so many things to be disappointed about in your life and it is killing you—eating away at you inside-out. a single, stupid teardrop drips down your cheek because apparently even that is all your body can muster.

so after a few excruciating minutes of people-watching and the endless screaming in your mind, you decide that this trip was for nothing.

you don’t bother to pick up something to eat on the way home. you’ve lost your appetite.

and just when you think your day couldn’t get any more sour, it does. the cherry on top is that your car stops mid-driveway as it just shuts off. it had been needing repairs that you had been putting off and it came right back to bite in this vulnerable time.

you just groan and debate killing yourself right then and there, but then decide you should just masturbate and go to sleep.

you walk into your home like a ghost, change into comfy clothes, and hop into bed.

as you log into your second twitter account, a caller notification pops up on your screen. your heart sinks to your stomach as you end up clicking it on accident and realize exactly who is calling: jae <3.

you hadn’t exactly brought it upon yourself to block his number despite the few times he tried reaching out throughout the months you haven’t spoken.

you freeze when you hear some rustling and then his familiar, warm voice speaking: “y/n?? you picked up! oh my… I–is it ok if I talk. o-or do you wanna go first? well, we don’t have to right now if you don’t want that, we can meet up–”

beep. you hang up.

you just can’t. hearing him so happy and excited made you want to run back into his arms, but you knew that couldn’t be a reality. even if he did like you back, there was no way in hell he would love the dark parts of you, the parts that made you feel so aimless and eternally dejected. he said it himself: it was too much.

you couldn’t do that to him.

a few seconds later, you get a text that reads talk to me, please :(

and then another call, but you don’t pick up this time. although, you almost do, because he could fix your car—and you miss everything about him—but the car is the most important part, obviously.

after, you stalk all his socials and let regret do its usual bidding.

the night ends with loneliness steeped in exhaustion that not even a scrolling-through-twitter-bookmarks session could remedy.

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JANUARY, WEEK 3

it’s that damned time of the year where it rains a bit too much for your liking because now you don’t really know if it’s right to blame the weather for being extremely sad, glum, and horny but you do it anyway.

and naturally, you stare at the ceiling with empty eyes as you ponder about life or whatever (and mainly him, as always, it seems). the television plays Jersey Shore in the background, yet even that can’t conceal the incessant trickle of the rain and the downpour hitting your roof and outside your window. you want to scream or die or kill somebody; any of those sound good right about now. you’re broke as hell—bank account barely skating above the negatives—so you can’t order anything to your house and you’ve used your vibrator too many times to count that the feeling it used to give you is no longer the same. there’s no point. ugh. you hate it here.

but it’s like he can sense your distress and almost immediately after groaning into the loneliness of your room, your phone dings. you pick up the phone from under your blanket and see the screen lit up with a text message from a certain someone you’ve been avoiding.

jae <3 : you doing anything rn princess? I wanna come over. I haven’t seen you in so long… I really want to talk to you.

and that is all it takes for the walls you built up to come crumbling down.

you bite your lip to hide the cheeky grin that creeps onto your face like an idiot. damn it. you fight the urge to reply back immediately so as to not seem desperate.

yes, he’s sent a string of messages over the course of time you’ve been ignoring him, but this one feels different, and maybe that is just because you want it to be.

anyway, his dick could fix at least one of your problems right now so after waiting for what felt like forever, you hit him back.

y/n: just chilling by myself. hungry. pls bring food.

you were rotting in bed in pajamas you’ve worn for a bit over two days so you immediately scramble out of the sheets to get yourself dolled up for him because for some reason you feel the need to impress him.

it isn’t until half an hour later that jaehyun shows up at your doorstep, soaked from the rain, holding grocery bags in his hands. his dimples still show even as he smiles with semi-pursed lips.

you stare at him for a while, bewildered at how even more gorgeous and stunning he seems, and honestly holding yourself back from just latching on him like a rabid animal.

“can I come in or…are you just gonna keep looking at me like a deer in headlights?” he says, smug.

you snatch the bags from him with a swiftness that makes your emotions of lust and embarrassment all the more palpable, and head towards your kitchen table to set them down. he giggles slightly at this and he takes off his sopping wet jacket, hanging it up on the coat rack you have in the entry hallway. and then he kicks off his shoes with ease which leaves them on the floor scattered. he drops his keys on the counter with a loud bang, running his fingers through his hair after. he sighs loudly and it echoes throughout the room and you can feel it within your chest. it’s all so…safe and comfortable, and maybe that’s because he’s done this many times before. and it feels like nothing has changed even though you haven’t spoken to him in months.

well that is until you snoop through the bags and peep a bouquet of flowers—your favorite ones at that.

“jae, what is this for?” you ask.

you turn your face to look at him, thinking he’s still lurking by the entrance but he’s actually standing right behind you.

your face is now inches away from his chest. and you can breathe in his musk. he reeks of cologne and weed in the best way possible. you stumble and bump your back onto a chair as he reaches over your side.

“I saw them and I thought of you,” he mumbles, grabbing all the other bags.

he drags his feet to the kitchen and unloads all the groceries onto the counter.

it’s so subtle that you almost don’t catch it but the tops of his ears turn a bit red after he says it. it’s cute, and your heart flutters at how he remembers the little things about you.

“well thank you. they’re really pretty.”

the plastic bag crumples as you take the bouquet out and you dive your nose in to take in their sweet aroma.

“I’ll be right back,” you say before heading to your basement to find a vase to put them in, and also to cool off. maybe it was the time apart, but your mind could not function properly around him. it was like every quality about him became ten times more attractive and enticing.

you flip the light switch on and the light flickers twice before giving out. you’ve been meaning to replace the light bulb but you keep forgetting (or rather pushing it off). and now it’s caught up to you like many other things and feelings.

you use your phone’s flashlight to guide you along the mess that you created and you finally find what you're looking for, only it’s at the top of some shelf that you can’t really reach. there’s a small ladder that’s hiding in the small crevice between the shelf and the wall. but still, even after using it and taking all three of its steps, you can barely grasp the vase with your fingertips and you slide it closer and closer towards you before it finally lands in your hands safely.

you’re on your tippy toes at this point, legs trembling. and as soon as you’re ready to get down, it happens in an instant: you lose your balance.

there’s no sugarcoating it. there’s no saving grace and you fall backwards onto your ass. even though it takes the brunt of tumble, your hands fall victim to the vase and its shattered pieces.

maybe it was the noise and the commotion or maybe you let out a scream without realizing it, but jaehyun bolts into the garage not even seconds later.

through the slivers of light radiating from your phone, you can barely peep the blood leaking from your palm and his horrified face.

“a-are you ok?” he asks.

before you can even answer, he picks you up as if you were a doll and rushes you over to the bathroom where he sits you down on the toilet seat.

he already knows where everything is so he pulls out the first aid kit from the cabinet underneath the sink and tends to your bloody hands immediately.

honestly, the cuts weren’t anything major but your heart starts to beat like crazy at how worried he is yet he remains calm and careful in taking care of you.

“this is going to hurt, princess. I’m sorry,” he says before softly dabbing a wet cloth onto your skin.

you wince in pain and he reacts by holding onto your arm and rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.

“shhh… it’s ok. I’ll make you feel better soon.”

he does this for a while and eventually reaches for the bandages.

but the whole time you found yourself staring at him in awe. there was a war going on in your mind. you analyzed his every move: the way he sighed or played with his bottom lip by nibbling on it or how he’d sneak a glance at you with so much worry. all you wanted was to crawl into his skin and be inside of him to know his thoughts and what he was thinking about you.

he places the final bandage and looks up at you with tender eyes before averting his gaze.

“thank you, jae…” you mumble.

you can feel your heart about to just slide out of your chest and onto the tile floor. the insane pace it’s beating at won’t stop.

“why didn’t you ask me for help? I thought you were just going to your room or something. I didn’t know you were going to do that and almost kill yourself.”

“ok, well I thought I had it, but I guess not. I just needed a moment to myself anyway.”

“a moment to yourself? but I just got here?”

“you don’t understand. it’s just… never mind,” you sigh.

“what? you don’t want to talk about that right now either?” he says, tone tinged with slight resentment.

you stand up from the toilet seat because the air in the room quickly is injected with tension, and it becomes stifling and suffocating. how else are you supposed to say that him getting you flowers had you riled up? and how are you supposed to tell him that being around him is too much because you’re hopelessly in love with him and want to be more than just whatever you guys have going on?

perhaps silence and secrecy are the better options.

“ok, whatever,” he says. “that’s not the point. I was right there, you could have just told me to do it. you know I’ll always be there for you, even the small things.”

“I know, jae.”

“ok, so you do know that?”

“well…”

you have a feeling you know where this is going and you want to die.

“then how come you’ve been ignoring me? all my calls and messages… I know you’ve been getting them. and you fucking hung up on me the other day too? do you know how happy I was when you answered?” he says, anger bleeding into hurt.

“I’m really sorry-”

“I’m not stupid y/n. I don’t like when you hide things from me, you know that.”

at this point, you make way towards the door but he holds onto your arm with a vice grip and shoves you back onto the toilet seat. he uses his body as a barrier so you can’t leave and you know there’s no use trying to get through.

“are you trying to make me bleed again?” you ask angrily, trying to mask how exposed and scared you feel.

“oh, don’t be dramatic, y/n. you’re not leaving until you tell me why you’ve been leaving me in the dust.”

“you’re the one being dramatic! just let me out of here!”

“I’ll let you out when I get what I want.”

“why does it matter to you anyway?”

“because I care about you!”

“you’re only saying that because you want to get between my legs.”

“that’s not true at all.”

“is it not? because that’s what it feels like.”

“you’re not being fair. let me remind you that it was me who’s been reaching out and you were the one who decides to respond after weeks of radio silence. how do you think that makes me feel?”

“I don’t know…you could’ve tried harder,” you mumble, already resigning to the fact he had already won this mini argument.

there was no point anyway. he had every right to be angry but you just hated confrontation especially when it came to him.

you were just too flustered and emotional now. you wanted to confess your feelings to him but didn’t want everything you had to collapse. you can’t look at him in the face now.

“y/n…look, I do care about you. so fucking much, actually and you have no idea.”

“jae, I care about you too but can we just not do this right now?”

“how else am I supposed to show you that I love you when you shut me out? you don’t know how much it killed me that you acted like I don’t exist to you.”

your whole body freezes at that stupid four letter word. it sounds so pretty coming from his tongue, but you don’t know if he means it the way you want it to.

he kneels on the ground so he is at eye level with you. he starts to cup his hands on your face.

“did I do something wrong? that’s all I want to know so I can fix it or try to do better.”

there’s no point in hiding anymore. when you open your eyes which have been shut closed, you see that hurt is written all over his face and it’s all your fault. your absence in his life has affected him just like it has affected you.

he just looks so sad yet so pretty and you want him to hold you and tell you it’ll all be okay. you want to kiss him, touch him, feel him, and most of all, make love to him.

“I love you, jae. I love you so much and I don’t know, every second I’m with you it gets worse because I know I won’t be more to you. I need you in a way that you can’t even imagine.”

“y/n, I-”

“LET ME FINISH!” you cut him off.

he looks taken aback at first, but then just gives a weak nod and smile to let you continue.

you start rambling: “I… I just am going through a lot mentally too and I didn’t want to ruin what we had by saying anything so for some reason it just made more sense to ignore you and hope that it would go away and-”

all of a sudden, jaehyun smashes his lips onto yours.

it’s passionate, more fervor than usual. it’s like he’s putting his all into this kiss and you just melt into him, fingers running through his hair as his hands travel to your back to pull you in closer.

“I… love you too…y/n…” he moans in between kisses.

when you both pull away, he starts to plant soft kisses along your neck that begin to travel up to your ear.

“do you need me to show you how much I love you, princess?” he whispers.

“p-please, jae… I want you…”

with no hesitation, he carries you into your room.

he then sits on the edge of the bed as you stand before him. the both of you scramble to get some clothes off and then latch onto each other like magnets—skin on skin, lips on lips.

like clockwork, you straddle your legs over his lap. you roll your hips into his and whimper at the feeling: your bare folds rubbing against his boxer briefs. one of his strong hands holds onto your lower back as the other supports the back of your neck.

the kissing is laced with carnal desire, as if you both wanted to eat the other whole. your hips move faster in response and you're both moaning into each other’s mouth. you can feel how hard he is and also how your wetness stains and seeps into the fabric.

he pulls away to trail kisses down your neck, leaving his signature love bites and marks.

once he reaches your chest, he places soft kisses before unclasping your bra like he has done many times before. but this time, you notice the look of lust and love in his eyes as they scan your body. maybe it’s always been like that and you hadn’t noticed it. your heart swells at this and you caress his cheek.

his mouth then attacks your chest with passion and you arch your back to push your body more into his. your hips are now moving in sweet circles and your mind is clouded with how good it all feels—how much fulfilling it is now that you know that he loves you back.

“my princess, so beautiful,” he coos, before grabbing you and pinning your back against the bed.

as your back lays falt, he trails kisses down your chest, stomach, and around your plush thighs. his face then makes contact with your pussy and he watches it with hungry eyes. your body quite literally trembles just knowing he is just mere centimeters away from tasting you.

“you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” he confesses.

he notices you bite your lip in anticipation. the adrenaline courses through your veins as pleasure awaits you.

“maybe, I should just… I don’t know… not do this and let you see what it feels like to be left wanting.”

“baby, I’m really sorry. please don’t tease me right now,” you whine.

“you deserve this, just a little bit,” he says before blowing air right onto your dripping folds.

you clench on nothing as he smirks at you.

“I hate you,” you moan.

“I thought you loved me?”

“two things can be true at once.”

“say you love me or else I’m not going through with this.”

“but–”

“SAY it.”

you forgot how commanding he could be in bed and it has you clenching again at nothing.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he says, content.

and just like that, he dives right into tasting you finally. the months apart had done a number on you because his mouth felt infinitely better than it ever did. it was like his thirst hadn’t been quenched in years.

it felt spiritual, as if his movements came straight from the heavens above and all you could do was lay there and take in all of his love—and anger.

it didn’t take long before you began grasping onto the locks of his now longer hair, shoving him in further to reach your high faster.

however, he pulls away with a quickness. you groan at the feeling of pleasure being snatched away from you.

“sorry, angel, but I need you to cum on my cock this time… need to feel you unwind all over me.”

you watch and rub your legs together as he slides his briefs down just enough to reveal his pretty cock, pink tip glistening with love—all because of you and all for you.

you whine when he starts to coat himself in your arousal, his thick length catching against your clit as he rubs against your folds with tenderness.

“jae…”

“feels good, yeah?”

“fuck… need you now, jae,” you whine.

“you ready?”

“yes. only and always for you.”

“that’s my baby.”

your hands grip your bed sheets as he slides inside of you. you’ll honestly never get used to just how big he is. even when he bottoms out, it takes time for the pain to eventually blossom into pleasure as he moves his hips rhymically into yours.

it’s not rough and needy but more soft and careful. he really takes his time to feel all of you and give it to you so good. your hands rub and down his slender back as he makes the most intimate and precious love to you. and you love how his gold chain brushes up against your face with every delicious stroke.

it has you so weak and your head feels so fuzzy—the feeling is indescribable.

“my pretty angel, my girl… taking me so well. fuck, you were made for me.”

you can only offer a loud moan in response and your walls clench harder onto him automatically.

“keep doing that and I’m gonna cum inside you, baby. you want that?”

“yes, baby. oh my god, yes please. I want it so fucking bad.”

“then take it.”

he slips two of his fingers into your mouth and you suck on them with all your might. his eyes watch you in amazement and passion.

your body trembles as he continuously hits that sweet spot.

and just like that, you feel the euphoria coming to you in waves. he knows it and laughs softly, removing his soaked fingers from you mouth.

“you’re almost there, angel?”

“y-yes,” you moan.

“I can feel it. I know you’ve missed this. isn’t that right?”

“missed you so much…” you mewl, feeling tears about to form in your eyes.

“missed you too, baby. fuck…” he says and gives your forehead a quick, reassuring peck.

you claw your nails into his back as he picks up the pace—to help you reach that pleasure point. you wrap your legs around him instinctively and succumb to the overwhelming feeling of his love.

“I’m coming, ahh. I’m…”

you scream as the pleasure burns all over your body. jaehyun doesn’t falter for a second, only going faster, even though his own orgasm follows immediately after—his warm load filling you up as you finish all over him.

“so…good…that’s it…” he chokes out.

“I love you!” you scream.

“love you… I love you,” he whimpers as he slows down.

you’re extremely sensitive at this point and you whine as jaehyun refuses to stop, still rutting his hips into you: pushing in every last drop.

“I’m not done yet. you’ve denied me perfection for so long.”

“jae…baby…”

“shhh…angel, just need you to take it. can you do that for me?”

“y-yeah.”

“good girl, that’s a good girl,” he coos.

all of a sudden, his body shifts as he pushes your legs back to your chest, guiding you guys into a mating press position.

“it h-hurtsss…” you whine.

you felt like your body was going to snap in half, truly.

“I know, baby. but it’ll feel better, you just have to trust me.”

“ok, baby.”

“you’re perfect,” he says. “you’re my baby, right?”

he then pistons his hips into you with force and you just moan quietly: “I-I’m your baby.”

“I know that’s right,” he says, letting out a breathy moan. “open up for me.”

you do as he says and your jaw falls slack open. a lengthy string of spit drops into your mouth and you just take it.

his cock feels excruciatingly perfect like this. he is so deep inside of you and you feel like his love is going to suffocate you in the most tender way.

“you’re doing great, angel. just give me all your stress. let it all out.”

his lips find purchase on yours and you melt into him again.

your mind now is only full of thoughts of him, but positive ones for once. you feel… fulfilled and alive again. like this, he is taking off so much weight off your shoulders.

and thus, you cannot help how healing this feels and the tears that drip down your face as a result. jaehyun kisses them as they fall and doesn’t let up his pace.

“you’re mine… my angel. you belong to no one else but me. right, pretty?”

“I’m yours,” you mewl.

“say it again.”

“yours, jae, yours,” you babble, now feeling overwhelmed by the pressure in your core about to snap.

“can you open for me like you did before, baby?” he asks. and you immediately drop your jaw to invite his spit in again.

“you’re MY girl. this is MY pussy. you are MINE. f-finally…” he groans, emphasizing those specific words with harder thrusts.

“I love you, jae. fuck, I love you so much. I can’t live without you. I want…” you whine. you can’t finish the sentence from just how good it all feels.

“say you’re mine again, p-please. I’m gonna-”

“I’M Y-YOURS,” you scream as the orgasm suddenly unfolds with searing heat all over your body.

your arms and legs latch around him to keep him in place, to stop him from moving. the clench of your walls does him in instantaneously. you feel so full of him as he unloads himself in you. his pace stops immediately as you suck him dry for all he’s worth.

the amount of I love you’s exchanged in these moments were too many to count, but you knew you didn’t want him out of you any time soon.

“can we stay like this, please?” you whisper, kissing his neck. “I feel safe and warm.”

“if that’s what you want, then I’m all for it,” jaehyun says reassuringly.

you hold each other, bodies so intimately connected together, as sleep eventually washes over the both of you.

the night ends with love, this time, steeped with passion and desire.

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JANUARY, WEEK 3, THE NEXT DAY

—MINI EPILOGUE—

it is three in the afternoon when you wake up. jaehyun is nowhere to be seen in the room.

immediately, you jump out of bed to look for him, heart already sinking to the floor. but those feelings of fear vanish when you see him standing pretty in your kitchen, wearing an apron you forgot you even owned, cooking up something that smelled utterly delectable.

you basically run over to him and hug him from behind, pressing the side of your face against his back.

“you scared me.”

“I did? I’m sorry about that.”

“I thought you left me.”

“I would never do that, not now, when I finally have you for myself.”

his words are reassuring and comforting. maybe that is what you needed in your life.

you find out later that he fixed your car that morning and cleaned up the glass pieces in the garage from the broken vase. and you realize that even though he cannot necessarily “fix” you or your problems entirely, he wants to help you get better. and you shouldn’t run away and deny the support because you would do the same for him.

there are small feelings in this world that will eat you up and spit you right out, but there are also small feelings that, over time, will help you become a better person. the key is to recognize each one and feel them all the way through: let them run their course. with jaehyun, you were able to deal with those emotions and feelings together.

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a/n: thank you for getting through this mess of a fic oh my god. sorry for the rushed and corny ass ending (and the lack of editing). but this has been sitting in my drafts since february and I just want to be rid of it.

I have just been going through so much lately and it's taking everything in me to not just end my shit likeee. also who peeped that twilight-esque time skip LMFAOOOO

anyways let me stop being big and rude. please lmk if you liked this or if you have any requests (my inbox is always open!) love yall <3

[mariondeux]

Hiii..!! Can I request, a nsfw stepcest with Ritsu and Wataru if possible lol

— SYNOPSIS ; You and your ex broke up, leaving you sulking in your room for a few weeks. Although, once you finally get over them and get ready to leave to go out on a date your stepbrother Wataru stops you.

CW ; NSFW, stepcest

WORD COUNT ; 530

PAIRING ; StepBrother!Wataru Hibiki x GN!Reader

A/N ; OMG my first dark content request! we shall celebrate tonight. ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING FOR WATARU.. I love him so much 🙏 I hope it’s not too obvious that favoritism played a part in this based on the word count 😭

“You can't go on that date!”

Wataru was staring at you with wide eyes and grabbing onto the hem of your clothes as you turned away from the doorknob.

“Wata..ru?” What was he doing? Shouldn’t he be at least supportive that you were finally getting over your ex and going out on another date? This was unlike him at all.

Wataru released his hold on your clothing only to seize your arm and turn your entire body around so that he could press you against his chest. While his other arm was encircling your waist, his hand cupped your head.

“I can’t let you go on that date, (name). Not when you’re already so close to me,” He muttered.

Wataru used your real name for the first time in that sentence. It seemed so foreigncoming from him because you were so used to his calling you by your nickname. 

Before you knew it, he had cupped your face and brought you closer together. 

You were unaware of his feelings for you. He has treated you equally with everyone else ever since his family intermarried with yours. Although you would have never admitted it, you had feelings for Wataru, your stepbrother. Only after that did you repress them since it was simply wrong.

When you finally leaned back into the kiss, his pressure against your cheek increased as his thumb continued to trace your cheek. He was terrified that this one small act would sever the bond you two shared, but what about the way you reciprocated by being just as greedy as he was? 

As he brought you both to his room, Wataru grabbed you off your feet and had you wrap your legs around him. He dropped you down onto his bed and locked the door, returning back to you to place both of his arms either side of you.

“This means you feel the same way, right?”

You lifted your head to give him another peck on his lips, “Of course I do.”

Being at home alone and having your step brother as the only other person meant that you two could be as loud as you wanted. You two took that literally.

Wataru had your legs slung over his shoulders as he thrusted his cock deep inside of you. Instead of moving at a leisurely pace, he was groaning and fucking you like his life depended on it. Your fingers were buried in the covers as he desperately fucked you, and your mouth was hanging open.

“I love you, I love you, I love you—“ Wataru repeated like a mantra as his head hung low, his grip on your waist tightening as he adjusted just a bit to find the right spot in you to get you to completely break.

You were unable to speak at all due to the constant stream of sounds that were coming from your mouth. You were being so thoroughly fucked that you hardly even noticed what he was saying. 

You were first aware of how bad he had it for you because of his behavior and the way he treated you. How long did he feel this way about you?

— SYNOPSIS ; You wake up to Ritsu at the foot of your bed, asking to sleep next to you.

CW ; NSFW, stepcest, sleepy sex(?)

WORD COUNT ; 453

PAIRING ; StepBrother!Ritsu Sakuma x GN!Reader

A/N ; I kinda popped off on the entirety of the request tbh!!

“Can I sleep with you?” 

You forced yourself to blink and then raised your hand to massage your eyes. When you finally realized who was standing at the foot of your bed, you halted.

“Ritsu? Aren’t you usually awake at this time?”

He nodded and climbed into bed with you before you could answer his first request. Ritsu had been acting clingy; during the day, you typically found him dozing off nearby. You didn't give it much thought at the time; you simply went about your business and allowed him to sleep peacefully. 

However, based on your memory, you don't believe Ritsu ever woke you up in the middle of the night to share a bed with you.

“Did something happen?” You couldn’t help but press on, you were genuinely curious as to why your stepbrother was here. To make room for him to lay down, you moved a little bit more into your bed.

Ritsu shook his head, “No, just felt like coming over here,” He moved his body toward you rather than remaining in his unsaid space. Your back would meet the wall if you backed up any further. Why was he getting closer? 

“Ritsu?”

“(name).”

His face was only a few inches from yours as he laid directly next to you. His breath stroked directly up your lips, and you pursed your lips.

“What are you doing?”

Ritsu’s lips lightly touched yours, “What do you think?”

He then pressed his lips on yours while closing his eyes. His hand moved up your shirt, caressing your sides and tilting his head a bit to kiss you deeper. He eventually came over to hover over you while the two of you gradually undressed like it was nothing out of the ordinary. It was all in the moment, the way he rubbed his hands all over your body and trailed kisses down your body.

You two exchanged low grunts as Ritsu's cock gently entered and left you. Since all the two of you wanted at this point was to savor the shared experience, he kept things slow yet seductive. Additionally, neither of you two wanted to be too loud and get seen. Especially when you’re having sex with your stepbrother.

Ritsu sucked at your skin, leaving love bites all over you. His free hand made its way down and hovered over your crotch area. His fingers began rubbing and stimulating more pleasure for you, causing your back to arch and lift off the bed by just a bit.

You slapped your hand over your mouth to cover any moans you might be producing as you closed your eyes. Ritsu grinned and reached out to peck your hand where your lips ought to be.

[sweetpascal]

“ what’s your favorite scary movie? ”

pairing: dave york x fem!reader

summary: after enjoying a pleasant night alone on halloween, you receive an unknown and questionable phone call that you believe to be a harmless joke done by an annoying prankster. things take a turn for the worst when you realize just how serious this is.

warnings: suburban murder daddy dave, slight dub-con vibes, brief violence, KNIFE PLAY, rough rough rough sex, choking, squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie, UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap it before you tap it), awkward neighbor interactions, dave and reader are married, tenderness of course, slasher roleplay ;)

word count: 8.1k (okay i need to fucking stop writing so damn much omg)

notes: OKAY SO this idea was first birthed from @tuskens-mando (eri’s) halloween headcanon post about the pedro boys here and what she put at the end of dave’s immediately caught my eye, and we both talked A LOT about it and it was so much fun and we both developed so many ideas to make this happen!! some inspirations included this and this and this.

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Spending a night alone on Halloween has been something you had been waiting for since the beginning of the spooky season. Scary movies have always been a favorite genre of yours, especially since you were a young child. The blood and gore, fear and suspense, the prickly feeling of being watched after finishing a specific horror movie. All of them, you loved. On the other hand, you hated being alone while doing so. That little feeling of being watched was unnerving when you didn’t have a friend to share it with or joke about to make the situation lighthearted and less creepy. 

You loved the type of movies where the female protagonist fights for her life and obviously wins in the end. But what frustrates you is when they’d run for their lives and fall to the ground after tripping on nothing, and they stay on the ground like idiots while they watch the killer coming at them. Then, they finally get up again to continue running. I mean, what the hell is that? Are women really deemed as clumsy and weak? If you were ever getting chased by a crazed killer, you’d fight tooth and nail to come out alive.

The night continued leisurely. There were little trick-or-treaters knocking at your knock every so often and you were always so excited to hand out handfuls of candy. There was one little boy that stole your heart; he was dressed up as a male version of Carrie, wearing an adorable white tux with fake blood dripping all over him and a large pin on the lapel of his jacket that read They’re All Gonna Laugh At You. 

When the clock struck ten, you officially retired for the night, unplugged the outside decoration lights, and switched off the porch lights. When you were twisting the plastic wand to turn down the shades of your windows, a booming set of knocks on the front door echoed through your quiet house. Your entire body jumped and you let out a frightened gasp before pressing your hand to your chest, your fluttering heartbeat pulsing rapidly against your palm. If it was another group of children, you would give them the last few handfuls of candy and call it a night. If it was a group of teenagers playing a prank, you would just ignore it and continue cleaning up.

You quietly walked over to the door, placing your hand on the doorknob and leaning your eye against the peephole. After watching several horror movies in your life, one important and smart rule is to never open the door without peeking to see who it is first. With a frown of confusion when seeing no one on your porch, you unlocked the door with a noisy click and opened the wooden barrier without sliding the door chain free from its latch. Only idiots would fully unlock their door and leave it wide open while they stepped outside to look for the possible suspect. Eyebrows drawn close with hesitation as you looked out at your front yard and the dark streets. Everyone’s house lights were off, except yours. The streetlights illuminated an eerie orange glow in some spots and left the others pitch dark.

With one last hesitating glance around the street, you finally shut the door and locked it. You hadn’t even walked away from the door yet before a set of booming knocks bash into it again. You yelped from the sudden brash noise. You didn’t even want to look through the peephole this time. Scurrying to the living room, you shut off the main light and switched on the small table lamp. Still staring at your ominous door, your hand blindly pats the sofa for your phone. When you couldn’t feel it in the spot you originally left it, you looked away from the door to frantically pull up the pillows. 

Suddenly, the house phone started ringing with an annoying blare. It came from the kitchen. Your heart leaped into your throat, secretly wishing it was one of your best friends calling. Glancing at the front door as you hurry past it, you yanked the house phone from the box and looked at where a viewing number is supposed to show. No phone number showed. It only reads NO CALLER ID. Pressing the green button with a high pitched beep, you spoke into the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Why didn’t you answer the door?” A voice spoke back to you. The voice was masculine, low, and husky. It was familiar, but you couldn’t pinpoint who it could be. Your mind completely blanked. Whoever was on the other line took note of your confused silence and took that as an opportunity to continue talking. “I know you’re there, sweetheart.” The way he spoke in a sing-song way made you feel uneasy instantly.

“Who the fuck is this?” You spat, your hand trembling slightly as your eyes frantically scanned the windows of your house, but all you saw was darkness from the outside. 

“Such crude language,” he huskily laughs, the deep sound causing a slight shiver to spread along your body and giving you goosebumps along your arms hidden underneath your oversized sweatshirt. “I just want to talk.”

“Yeah? Go to a bar. Go to a park. Hell, go to church for all I care. Don’t terrorize a helpless person on their telephone on Halloween night,” you exasperatedly told him, pacing back and forth in the kitchen while keeping your eyes on the front door and windows, even though the shades were down and the curtains were drawn.

“Why? Are you… scared?” He asks you, his tone so teasing that you wished you could reach into the phone and slap him across the face. This man is a prick and he was wasting your time.

You scoffed and hung up. Not even two seconds later, the phone rang in your hand, the NO CALLER ID lighting up on the small screen. When you answered the phone and put it on speaker, the man started speaking. 

“It’s very rude to hang up on people, sweetheart,” he tuts, the condescending tone lacing his voice makes you roll your eyes. “Has your mother not taught you manners?”

“Has your mother taught you not to stalk people? You sassed him, unable to comprehend what the hell was going on.

Completely disregarding your question, he immediately asks you, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

This question catches you off guard. Your lips part and your eyes briefly widen in surprise. Breaking your stare from the front door, you look down at the ground and lean back onto the countertop. 

“Um, no, I don’t.” There was hesitation as you spoke quietly into the phone. “Why do you ask? You wanna take me out on a date or something, mysterious stalker man?” This time it was your turn to tease him lightheartedly. Although you haven’t seen this man’s face, he sounds dangerously attractive.

“If you don’t have a boyfriend, then whose sweatshirt are you wearing?”

A feeling of dread washed over you like an ice cold tidal wave, leaving you frozen from head to toe. Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. Gasoline was poured onto the blazing spark of fear coursing through your trembling body. You clutched the phone tighter in a death grip; the only thing keeping you grounded and steady from crumbling onto the tiled floor. Moving at a dazed pace, you looked out the kitchen window that overlooks part of your pitch black backyard.

In a quavering voice, one that holds no courage or confidence, you ask, “What… What did you just say?” Your question was weak, furthering showing that you held no power in this terrifying situation. 

“You heard me, sweetheart,” the man told you, a gruff laugh following his words. “If you don’t have a boyfriend, whose sweatshirt is that, huh? Seems to me that it’s too big on you to be a sweatshirt for a young woman. Isn’t that right?” He was mocking you now, using your stupidity for his own sick joke. When you’re frozen in pure fear, he continues. “I really despise liars, honey. They just make me so… angry and… violent. It makes killing them a lot more enjoyable.” His laugh is crazed this time and uncontrollable, and it has you swallowing thickly in nervousness.

When you finally mustered the ability to speak again, in a broken voice, you tried to tell him firmly, “No… No, you’re… you’re lying.” You’re close to breaking down in the middle of the kitchen, completely glued to your spot as you try desperately to mentally yourself that what’s happening at this very moment isn’t real, that it’s a figment of your imagination, that it’s a sick man playing a sick game.

“Am I?” He questions you. “I don’t know about you, sweetheart, but I don’t know anyone else in this shithole town that wears a 1998 Washington State University sweatshirt.” 

You peer down at the only piece of clothing adorning your body, the blocky, red letters burning holes into your eyes as a red cougar logo sits against your sternum. The hand holding the phone is trembling badly, further weakening your nerves and ability to hold the phone, and your breathing has spiked. A lonesome tear rolls down your cheek when the feeling of dread becomes too overpowering. 

Taking advantage of your state of shock, the menacing man on the other line adds, “You should’ve locked your door, sweetheart.”

A cold sweat suddenly overtakes your entire body. The heavy pounding of your heart makes it almost impossible to breathe without feeling like you’re about to faint at any second. With shaky legs, you hurry to your front door and, on instinct, go to lock it, only to find out that you had locked it moments ago. A quivering cry escapes before you can swallow it down. His next statement is what makes the phone call out of your limp grip and clatter onto the ground, the back opening and the batteries rolling away in opposite directions.

“I never said which door.”

Your heart plummets to your stomach as a painful knot begins to form. You didn’t even want to look behind you, but you can feel the pin pricks of someone’s gaze burning into your back. Another tear slides down your cheek and rolls under your jaw, leaving a wet, salty trail. Breathing shakily, psyching yourself into the proper frame of mind to look back, you said a mental prayer. When you looked over your shoulder, it seemed as though everything happened in slow motion.

Standing in front of your backdoor, inside your house, is a rather tall man wearing a terrifying Ghostface mask and the black, ripped gown with the hood over his head, along with large black boots. In one of his leather gloved hands is Buck 120 knife, similar to the one Ghostface uses to slaughter his victims. He wiggles it between his thumb and forefinger expertly. Lifting his other leather gloved hand, he waves his fingers at you, tilting his head to one side menacingly. 

“Hello sweetheart,” he says under the mask, husky voice clear as day. But instead of his voice creating butterflies, it creates terror. 

Your mouth drops open to let out an ear piercing scream when he suddenly charges at you at a lightning speed that almost catches you off guard, his heavy boots thudding onto the wood flooring, for sure tracking in mud from the outside. You were able to duck in time when he lifted his knife wielding hand to swing it down at you. The knife stabs into the door right where your head was supposed to be. You bolt down the narrow hallway, pulling the thin table that leaned against the wall to create a sad excuse for a barrier between you and your assailant. The table crashes to the side when the man, quite literally, throws it behind him with immaculate strength that should be considered terrifying. With another gut wrenching scream, you dash down the hallway and turn the corner to run into the other entrance of the kitchen. 

Survival, that’s what was on your mind at this very moment. The alarms of your fight-or-flight response were blaring uncontrollably as the adrenaline that coursed through you from head to toe made you frantic. You halt at the countertop and pull out your biggest knife from the drawer. As soon as you turn around, holding the knife in front of you as an act of self defense, the man stops at the doorway like a predator hunting its prey. In this case scenario, he’s the predator and you’re the prey. Your hand trembles terribly as your fingers tighten around the handle. He slowly saunters around the countertop sat in the middle of the kitchen. You jerked around to the opposite side, moving around the counter as well, still making sure there was great distance between you and the masked assailant. 

“My… My boyfriend will be here a-any second,” you quietly told him, your voice shaking awfully along with the hand holding the knife. “If you… If you leave now, I promise… I won’t call the police.”

The man tilts his head to one side mockingly. You couldn’t see his facial expression, but you knew that he knew you were bullshitting. And he makes sure you know that he knows you’re lying.

“Is that right?” He drawls, his voice syrupy slow and rich. “I thought you didn’t have a boyfriend, sweetheart.” His laugh is booming when your face drops at getting caught in your poorly made lie. “I knew you were gonna be here all alone.” His hand reaches under the gown and to the back pocket of his dark jeans, waving your phone at you with another deep laugh. Your fucking phone. When did he take it? There was one moment early in the night where you had gone upstairs to use the bathroom. Your eyes widen at the realization. “That’s right.” He observed you connecting the dots. “I’ve been here all along, sweetheart.”

“You sick fuck!” You shouted at him, jutting the sharp tip of the knife at him when he rounded the corner of the counter steadily. Your voice still wavered as you tried desperately to create this image that you’re a fighter, that you will kill to survive. “Why? Why me? I didn’t do shit to you!”

The masked man stops for a moment, staring down at you like a child stares down at a measly worm trying to make its way across the dirt before stomping on it. You can feel his heated gaze on your skin, every single inch of your skin from head to toe. You suddenly felt too exposed under his stare. 

“You see, I like my victims to be… easy, if you will. A young couple camping in the middle of the woods with no cellphone service, typical. An elderly man walking home alone at night after a hard day of work, sure. But you?” He takes another step around the counter and you automatically move the opposite way, closely calculating his precise mannerisms. “You… are the easiest prey there is known to man. A woman, all alone at home, the neighbors asleep in their beds with no clue as to what’s happening in this house. And nobody likes a nosy neighbor, right? I bet you that if you screamed as loud as you could, no one would come running.” A cold chill sends a shiver down your spine. “They’d simply peek their little heads out the window and do abso-fucking-lutely nothing.” His gruff growl at the last word makes you swallow uneasily. 

“That’s not true,” you weaky protested, shaking your head in disagreement as you choked on a wet sob in the back of your throat. Tears quickly filled the brim of your burning eyes, and you blinked the slight pain away, forcing the thick tears to roll down your cheeks. “They… They’ll come for me. And your ass will be sent to jail.”

The man stopped moving around the counter. He just stands there, watching. His head tilts to the side before straightening it. You saw the brief glint of the silver blade of his incredibly sharp knife at his hip.

“How much do you wanna bet?”

He suddenly lunges at you, barreling in your direction at full speed, completely catching you off guard. You had no time to lift your own weapon to defend yourself before his elbow is slamming down onto your wrist with such force that it makes you yell out in agonizing pain. The sudden shock of your nerves seizing up caused you to drop your knife as the blade clattered obnoxiously across the tiled flooring. A large, leather gloved hand wraps around your throat, long fingers squeezing on both sides of your neck. You grab onto his arm desperately, beating your fists down to free yourself from his brutal grasp. Your pulse is heavy and rapid under his fingers, and you’re sure he can feel it through the thick leather. He’s suddenly lifting and pushing you through the hallway. You stand helplessly on your tiptoes, digging your fingernails into the sliver of skin between the black gown and his glove. His grunt of pain is muffled underneath the mask, and he quickly throws you down to the ground, watching from above when your body lands hard. 

You gasp and cough and swallow thickly. Your throat is raw and scratchy from his grip. Your knees are on fire when you land on them to save yourself from the fall. Your hands are grabbing at the long carpet in the entryway as you try to crawl away from him. You’re freely crying now, not bothered at the fact that you’re showing him your fear. You sobbed pathetically when you hear his boots thudding loudly behind you. You were still dizzy from being choked, so you couldn’t get up fast enough to get to the backdoor.

“I expected you to put up more of a fight, sweetheart,” the man tuts in mock disappointment, watching in amusement as you weakly crawl like a wounded animal shot in the middle of the woods, trying desperately to get away from its hunter. He taps the sharpened tip of his knife against his thigh. “I guess you were all bark and no bite, huh?” When you lift your upper body to get onto your hands and knees, he presses the bottom of his rough boot into your back and nudges you hard enough to send you falling forward onto your face once again. At the sound of your feeble cry into the carpet, he sighs heavily. “You have such a pretty face, sweetheart. It’s a shame, really - having to ruin your pretty little self. But don’t worry. If I’m feeling nice enough, I’ll make it quick and maybe painless.”

You laid there, frozen in horror, as you listened to his short monologue. Suddenly, a hand wraps around your bare thigh, forcibly flipping you onto your back. The man above you waves his knife in front of your face, back and forth and back and forth, almost like a metronome. You can see your reflection in the silver blade, your eyes following the movements of the blade in a trance-like state. At a speed that amazingly surprises you, the sharp side of the blade is pressed against your throat. You stare up at him, holding your breath and awaiting his next move. He leans into your personal space, the Ghostface mask shaking you to your core as you think this will be the last thing you’ll see before you die.

“Do you know how long it’ll take you to bleed out if I make one, nice, deep cut at your carotid artery and jugular vein?” He asks you, a short, gruff laugh escaping him soon after, and you can feel his hot breath seeping through the mouth of his mask and spreading across your chin. “Five to fifteen seconds. You’ll lay here, choking on your own blood.”

With the way he’s sitting on his knees between your thighs and the way his voice gets all gruff and husky, your nerves are beginning to light itself on fire. Gritting your teeth and mustering enough strength, you begin to punch and slap at his mask-covered face. You managed to get a few good hits as he shouts angrily, grabbing your throat with his free hand when his mask finally comes off. Your eyes widen when you come face to face with your attacker. He looks down at you with a snarl on his face, his pouty lips curled and his thick eyebrows furrowed. You’re too hypnotized to care. You eagerly trace his features with your eyes, taking note of his clean shaven face, messy hair, his sun kissed skin, his strong nose, and those dark eyes of his - eyes that hold a storm of emotions, blazing with fire and rage. His snarl slowly drops from his face when he takes in your labored breathing - not from his hand around your throat - and your dilated pupils. 

“Well, well, well,” he laughs darkly, crow’s feet at the corner of his eyes and sharp canines at the corner of his upturned lips. He taps the flat side of his knife against your warm cheek, laughing again when your mouth falls open and you regretfully exhale a soft moan. “Looks like someone is desperate to get fucked by the big, bad killer.” He smirks and lowers his eyes to your chest, hidden underneath the thick sweatshirt of this so-called ‘boyfriend’ of yours. Your breathing is heavy and has picked up speed. 

“Please,” you whispered breathlessly, eyes falling shut when you felt a gloved hand slide along the outside of your bare thigh, disappearing under the sweater to skim above the waistband of your embarrassingly damp panties. “Don’t kill me…”

He looks back up at you, his own pupils dilated as well. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face. Your mouth falls open and your tongue aches to lick up the offending droplet. He observes closely at the pink of your tongue when you swipe it along your bottom lip before tucking the plush flesh between your teeth. He looks into your eyes and invades your personal space again. The sharp side of his blade is barely pressed into the side of your neck. 

“I’ve watched blood drain from bodies. I’ve watched their lives fade from their eyes while fear is still held in them,” he speaks calmly, his voice no louder than a humming whisper. “Tell me, pretty thing. Why shouldn't I slit your throat from ear to ear?” He oh-so lightly drags the tip of his knife under your ear, across your throat, and to your other ear.

A shiver invades your entire body. Your nipples are incredibly hard and pointed up that you’re positive they’re poking through the sweatshirt. He holds your jaw so you don’t move your head away, the knife now resting beside your head in his tight fist. He hums in though, nostrils barely flaring as he inhales your scent. 

“Please,” you whisper brokenly again, your lips brushing against his sharp jaw when he lowers his head to nose at your own jaw. 

He lifts his head and tilts it. “You know, sweetheart, you’re gonna have to do a better job begging for your life.” His eyes are on your lips, watching the perfect shape form into a gasping moan. And then, you frantically shake your head.

“Fuck me… please,” you full on whined. Your hands stay grasping onto his arm, fingers digging into the muscle of his flesh. Your thighs fall open wider, unable to stop yourself from grinding up against the hand resting on your panty-covered mound. He gently pressed the tip of his knife under your jaw, and you automatically tilt your head back to avoid any puncture wounds. “I’ll… I’ll do anything for my life. Just please, please, please fuck me.” At the sound of your eager little voice, he decides to give you what you really want.

He lifts his upper body from your own until he’s looming above you on his knees between your thighs. Without breaking eye contact, he wordlessly removes his leather gloves and tosses them to the side. Then, it’s the long, black gown covering his entire body. When he throws it carelessly behind him, you eagerly trace his solid form with your hazy eyes. He adorns a black t-shirt that hugs his frame perfectly; tight in all the right places. The way his eyes hungrily take in your entire self is equivalent to a vicious, carnivorous wolf ready to devour a helpless, herbivorous bunny.

“Your begging sounds a lot more prettier than what I usually hear,” he grins, slowly licking his lips and taking a bite at his bottom lip when you widen your thighs and press your aching knees to your chest, fully opening yourself up for him to devour you whole. “Look at what we have here.” His eyes zero in on the wet spot of your gray panties. He uses the tip of his knife to slowly, and with a feather-like brush, circle your swollen, covered clit. “Easy, sweetheart,” he hums when you gasp. 

His baritone voice feels like scorching honey dripping all over your pliant body. The drawl he has after every syllable feels like a cold rush pouring over every nerve before the warmth starts up again. This man, whatever his name is, is going to be the death of you - metaphorically, you hope. 

When his knife taps rhythmically onto your clit, you eagerly walied, “Please, please, need it, need you, please, please.” Your hips now have a mind of their own as you grind onto the thigh closer to your dripping core. The rough fabric of his jeans and the thick muscle of his thigh against your clit has your eyes rolling back behind closed lids.

 He’s silent, but his eyes are speaking to you. They take you in, head to toe. The dark brown color of his eyes may seem bland to some people, but to you they’re the most expressive you’ve ever seen. Hunger invades them. But one glint is what shocks you, and that’s awe. They’re clear as day in his eyes when he slides the sweatshirt further up your stomach, revealing lines of skin when it stops below your breasts. His bare fingers leave trails of heat when they circle your belly button and play with the waistband of your cotton panties. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” He mumbles rhetorically, mostly to himself as if he were deep in thought. 

But you still answer him. “Fuck me like you want me.” Your voice is no louder than a whisper in the noiseless room. You slide your hands under your head and point your elbows to the ceiling. 

His lips part and his eyes widen just barely at your words. He looks down at the knife in his hand and delicately dragged the tip onto your skin, leaving faint, white lines from the light pressure. Your eyes instantly shut when the blade slides under the hip of your panties before a sharp tug yanks the blade upwards, a loud rip sounding before the cloth is cleanly cut. Your teeth sink into your trembling bottom lip when the knife drags across your stomach to the other end of your panties. The process is repeated as the cloth on your hip is cut with a sharp tug of the blade. You hold your breath in anticipation. The knife, at a snail-like pace, slides under the front of your panties, briefly pressing onto your mound before flipping the destroyed fabric down. You’re now bare under your attacker, except for your sweatshirt.

He takes his sweet time to take you in. His focus is the beauty that’s between your legs. The soft curls covering your mound, your puffy cunt lips, the faint shine from the dim light on your slick. His throat felt suddenly dry, eager to drink something, to drink from you specifically. He wonders what you taste like, how you’d react to his lips sucking your clit and his tongue deep inside you. Are you a screamer? Are you a hair puller or a back scratcher? Are you a squirter or does your pussy cream?

Your eyes open when you don’t feel his hands on your skin. When you look up at him, you notice the dark look that suddenly overtakes his expression. The hardness, thick and heavy, hidden beneath his dark jeans has you feeling butterflies within seconds. Your heart beats erratically in your ribcage. You can feel the steady throb between your legs get more intense the more you look at his bulge. You swallow thickly and lick your dry lips. Your hips shift beneath him, pussy clenching around nothing, forcing a drooling pearl of your slick to slide out of your hole and down the crack of your ass. The man’s eyes closely follow the trail.

All hell breaks loose when you decide to take the next step; spreading your thighs wider, knees pressed to your chest, a faint wet noise that both of you can hear of your slick pussy lips sliding against one another before spreading open. 

You both don’t break eye contact when the knife clatters to the ground behind him. His large hands with veins spreading up his arms move down to his black belt. The metal clinking of it coming undone has you squirming helplessly, your arms coming down to shove your hands under your knees, almost to refrain yourself from reaching out and touching this man. As his belt is undone, he doesn’t bother removing it as he finally unbuttons and pulls the zipper down. He pushes his pants down to his strong thighs to finally reveal his thickened cock. And my God, was it beautiful; perfect length and thickness, veins on the base and leading to the tip which is flushed a deep red and circumcised, a patch of curls lightly dusting his own pelvis. 

���Don’t you worry, sweetheart,” his tone a teasing drawl. “You’re gonna get it good.”

He shuffles closer, one hand grasping his base while the other slides under your sweatshirt, bunching the garment around his wrist as his hand clasps around your throat. Your tits spill out from beneath the fabric, your nipples erect and sensitive from the cold air and his hardened gaze. His leaking tip slaps onto your clit repeatedly, the filthy wet noise has you blushing like a virgin. His pre-cum wets the curls at your mound. With one hand under your knee to keep you spread open and the other clutching at his arm, you have no other choice but to take what he gives.

“Look at you,” he growls, the huskiness of his voice makes you shiver. “You’re ready to get fucked by a killer, huh? What would your pathetic little boyfriend say if he walked in on you getting fucked mercilessly with a knife to your throat while you scream and squirt all over my big dick?” 

He grinds his hips up and down, forcing his cock between your pussy lips to coat himself in your drooling slick. Your bitten lips part to let out a wanton moan as your clit gets rubbed and stimulated. With furrowed brows and a snarl on his face, the man notches his leaking tip at your weeping hole, staring down at you with a feral hunger that has you feeling warm everywhere. His entire being clouds your senses; his warmth, his smell, his touch, his voice, him. It was all too overwhelming. With one last agonizingly slow swipe along your clit, his cock enters you in one quick shove. You had no time to moan as it caught you off guard before he started pistoning his hips, fucking you nice and hard at a pace that had you seeing stars, black dots, fuzzy spots, and everything in between.

The burning stretch feels so damn good, and that’s when you start moaning needily. Your mind was foggy as well as your vision. You couldn’t form any coherent sentences or utter a single word. The only sounds you can make are little ‘hhnnnh’ noises that were punched out of you repeatedly. 

“Fuck, honey,” he grunts ferociously like a wild animal, the pet name slipping out once he feels your slippery wet walls tighten around his dick, sucking him in deeper and deeper inside your cunt. He has a firm grip on your throat, his thick fingers pressing under your jaw to hold your head steady when his thrusts get more violent. 

That’s when you felt it. That unbearable pressure forming and building up in the pit of your stomach, right around where your g-spot is. You grabbed his arm frantically and dug your nails into his golden skin, not even hearing his hiss of pain or noticing the scratch marks you’re leaving etched in his skin. You couldn’t speak, let alone warn him of what’s about to happen. You had no choice but to lie there and get fucked mercilessly without having an opportunity to even breathe. He hasn’t been fucking you for even a minute. He looks down, completely hypnotized at the way you’re swallowing him whole and the way his dick glistens from your wetness. But what draws him in is the way your walls are fluttering rapidly, your pussy getting tighter and tighter that it feels like he’s been punched in the gut.

You peered up at him through heavy lidded eyes with a fucked out expression. He groans low and gravelly when a tear rolls down your temple and your mouth falls open and your eyes roll back. Suddenly, a guttural scream escapes your body, a sound he has never ever heard before and a sound you’ve never ever made - until now. Your hand is suddenly shoving at his stomach, frantically tapping at him. His eyes look between your bodies when your pussy forcefully pushes his dick out before your wetness shoots out and splashes his lower stomach and thighs. Your moans are loud and piercing as you continue squirting your orgasm out of you, your body writhing underneath his, your hands grabbing at anything you can reach, which is him. One hand desperately clutched onto his arm while the other grabbed at the back of his thigh. Your feet push his pants further down to get better access.

“Fuuuuck,” you squealed, high pitched and needy, when his cock is shoved back into you, resuming his rough, brutal pace that makes your body move up and down. If it weren’t for his hand around your throat to firmly hold you down, you’d be rubbing up the carpet from his movements.

“There we go,” he crooned, his grin mocking and arrogant. “All you needed was a good… hard… fucking?” His thrusts are so deep that it has you gasping for air. He lets go of your throat, shrugging your hand off his arm, placing his hands under knees and shoving them to your chest. He watches as your eyes roll completely back into your head, your hands scrabbling across the carpet to ground yourself. He widens his knees to get better access to your dripping cunt. “You fucking squirted all over my dick and you’re… fuck… mmhm... you’re still ready for more.”

He suddenly leans in close, throwing your legs over his arms until the back of your knees are over his elbows and his hands are on the ground on either side of you. From this position, he’s able to angle his hips in a way that allows him to reach your g-spot head-on. Your shoulders and head lift up and off the ground from the stimulation. Your toes are curled and your gasping breaths are music to his fucking ears. Hands are hastily grabbing at his shirt to yank him closer to your body. When your body lies back down, he lowers his upper body, arms tensing and aching from the weight, but he doesn’t complain, not with the way you’re reacting so beautifully.

“Imagine if… if… if I had killed you, sweetheart,” he was struggling to talk now, his words stuttered and breathless in your ear. “Fuuuck… I’d be missing out on fucking this little cunt, hm?”

Your hands grasped his neck, lifting his head up to face his beautiful face directly. He never once stopped his thrusts, only slowing down and giving you deep strokes when he looks into your tear filled, blissful eyes. Without uttering another peep, a pathetic whimper is let out before you’re yanking him down and giving him a desperate kiss - your first kiss of the night. The kiss perfectly describes him; rough, coordinated, and mind blowing. It was a messy kiss, one with twirling tongues and clashing teeth. He’s the first to break away from the breathtaking kiss, his lips swollen and pink and shining from your mixed saliva. He moves your legs from around his arms and rests his upper body on his forearms on either side of your head. His head is buried deep in your neck, inhaling deeply and groaning at your delicate smell.

“Need it,” you squeaked, your feet pushing his pants further down his ass to dig the heels of your feet into the tense muscle, eagerly pulling him in when his thrusts get sloppy and unrhythmic for a second. 

“What do you need, sweetheart?” He’s panting heavily in your neck, the heat of his breath making you feel warm and tingly all over. One of his large hands lifts up to your face, his thumb swiping at the strands of hair on your sweaty brow. 

Your hands are grabbing at his neck again. “Kiss… Kiss me, please.” You don’t care how needy you’re feeling at this moment. You need to feel his lips and tongue on yours again. “Dave… please, please, baby.” 

He immediately perks his head up, slowing his hips to a deep grind while your hips twitch and your thighs tremble around his own. His hooked nose gently brushes against yours, feeling like a butterfly's wings fluttering lightly on your skin. You look up at your husband with an expression of awe and desire, desperate to taste him again. When his lips are on yours, you feel like crying and flying. The weight of his body, the warmth of his skin, the thickness of his cock buried deep inside your weeping cunt; it’s enough to make you actually cry. Letting out a choked sob, your fingers are buried in the sweaty strands of his hair.

“Come on, honey,” he hums, eyes never straying from your own. “Do it for me one more time.” His thrusts are getting faster now, his thighs slapping against yours, his balls damp from your wetness and the dark curls at his pelvis grinding into your clit deliciously. “One… more… fuck-ing… time.”

When he lifts his sweatshirt adorning your body further up your chest and wraps his pouty lips around one of your erect nipples, sucking and lightly plucking them with his teeth, you arch your back beautifully and tighten your thighs completely around him, forcing his cock to stay inside you. Your mouth falls open in a wordless scream as you plant one foot on the ground and keep your other pressed into his ass. You hump against him, getting your clit rubbed over and over again on his pelvis. You can feel his cock twitching against your swelling walls, the tingling sensation only increasing when Dave grinds so deep inside you that your eyes roll back and you let out a final scream, one that’s hoarse and almost demonic. But he fucking loves it, each and every sound you make no matter how quiet or how loud. 

“Out, out, out!” You practically yell at him, kicking your legs against his thighs and frantically shoving at him to lift up. He does as you asked, quickly pulling out and staring in awe as wetness spurts out of you and onto his lower stomach and thighs again, little droplets sliding down his faint happy trail and dampening his dark curls around his cock.

His hand is quick to wrap around his base, stroking up and down at a quick pace, using your wetness as the perfect lubrication for the smooth movements. You keep your thighs spread open, allowing him to see your pussy in all its glory; your gaping hole with your clear cum dribbling down, your labia and pussy lips allowing your swollen clit to be shown, and the hair on your mound dark and damp. The throbbing up his base and around his tip increase when his eyes wander up your body and at your exposed tits. Your nipples darkened from his nibbling sucks, little love bites marking your soft and supple flesh. His eyes trail higher and higher until he looks right at your face. The teasing grin you wear on your lips, the blissful expression you have, along with the noticeable light in your shiny eyes has his tip leaking profusely.

“Where… mmph… do you want me, sweetheart?” His breathing becomes labored and his stomach and thighs tense when he reaches the brink of his orgasm. His kiss swollen lips part to repeat the question, but the words die down in his throat when you reach down to spread your pussy lips open and clench around nothing. That was enough to send Dave over the edge as he quickly shuffles closer and shoves his cock right back inside your delicious cunt.

His head is thrown back, showcasing his bobbing Adam’s apple as his choked moans are struggling to get released from the power his orgasm holds. You feel the warm, thick spurts of his cum shooting inside you, coating your walls in the sticky, creamy liquid. You watch him closely. You’re sure that if you saw yourself from someone else’s eyes, you’d see hearts floating above your head. You watch his chest move up and down at a quick pace as he breathes in deeply through his nose to regulate his breathing. When the twitching of his cock comes to an end, Dave gapes at his cum oozing out of you slowly, even though he was still snug inside of your pussy. Did he really cum that much? 

“Fuck,” is all he can say.

When you let out a soft laugh under the palm of your hand, he looks at you with a crooked grin, the little dimple on his cheek deepening when his grin turns into a beaming smile. He carefully pulls out of you, a sopping wet, squelching sound soon follows. You close your thighs in embarrassment and swat at Dave when he lets out a gruff chuckle. With his pants still down at his knees and his sweatshirt still pushed up your chest, he takes his time to admire you. You flush under his gaze. 

“What?” You ask him, your voice quiet and shy. 

He moves closer to you on his knees, bending down low to brush his lips against yours teasingly. Your eyes fall shut and your palms cup his clean shaven face. “You just blow me away,” he tells you quietly, almost embarrassed at his little confession to you, his wife. 

You breathlessly giggle and bite down on your lip to refrain from bursting into happy laughter. You open your eyes and look up at your husband who stares at you with pure love and a hint of hunger in his eyes. “Ditto,” you whisper tenderly to him, using one hand to push up his flattened, sweaty hair. 

The second you both lean in to kiss, rapid knocking comes from your front door. You jolt from the sudden pounding and loudness, your heart jumping from the brief fright. Dave looks down at you with confusion and you stare up at him equally as confused. Your name is shouted from the other side of the door, and you recognize it as one of your neighbors next door, an elderly woman named Patricia, or Patty. She shouts your name again, this time jiggling the door knob frantically while pounding her fist into your door. You and Dave are hurriedly getting up from the ground, worried that something had happened to Patty or her husband Jerry. You can hear Jerry also shouting your name behind the door as he moves up and down your porch, knocking on the windows loudly. You limp over to the door, hissing and wincing at the strong ache settling between and around your thighs. When you rush to unlock the door, you can feel Dave’s presence behind you. You hear him grunt quietly, assuming that he’s tucking himself back into his boxers.

When your name is shouted once more, you yank the door open and look back and forth from Patty to Jerry. The fear and worry is quickly replaced with relief when they see you standing there, alive.

“We thought you were dead!” Patty nearly shrieked, quickly pulling you down so she can wrap her arms around you and caress your messy hair. “We heard screams coming from here and banging and we thought something happened to you!” She pulls back and holds you at arms length, her eyes scanning you for any injuries. 

“Uh,” you stuttered and gaped at Dave, wordlessly begging him to say something, to come up with some stupid excuse. But Jerry beat him to it. 

“Darlin’,” Jerry clears his throat and pats his wife’s shoulder gently with a wrinkled hand while he pinches the bridge of his nose with the other, not looking at either you or your husband. “Seems they were a little… um… busy.”

Patty looks up at him in confusion, slowly removing her hands from arms before her eyes scan you once again. She finally understands what her husband was talking about. Your bare thighs and disheveled hair. Dave’s undone belt and pants that are sliding down his hips a little, along with his own disheveled hair and scratch marks on his neck from your desperate grasp. Patty looks behind you both and into your home. Her eyes spot your destroyed, cut up panties and the crooked carpet in the hallway. 

“Oh!” She gasps and covers her face in embarrassment, laughing to herself and shaking her head. “Well… glad to say you’re doing well, honey.” She lowers her hands and pats your own gently, still laughing when she notices Jerry looking at the neighborhood street with his hands on his hips and his back facing the three of you. “You both have a good night, yeah?” 

“Our apologies, Patty,” you told her, the feeling of guilt so overwhelming from causing an elderly couple such fear. “We’ll be sure to… keep it down. Right, Dave?” You elbowed his side. 

“Yes, of course. Again, we’re terribly sorry for scaring you folks,” he tells Patty, lowering down to her small height to give her wrinkly cheek a small kiss and a rub on her arm. “You alright, Jerry?” 

You watch in amusement when Jerry nods his head wordlessly, never turning around as he gives you both a thumbs up over his shoulder. Patty jokingly rolls her eyes, gives Dave an affectionate pat on the hand, and turns back around to hold her husband by the elbow to carefully step down the stairs. You both watch them make their way to their house next door and finally go back inside once the elderly couple shut their door. You lean against your own and huff out a sigh.

“Oh, come on, honey. It wasn’t that bad,” he tells you, his grin never falling from his stupidly handsome face.

“Dave,” you exasperatedly say, motioning around with your hands animatedly. “My sex noises nearly gave our 90-year-old neighbors a goddamn heart attack!” 

You’re caught off guard when he suddenly crowds your space, placing one hand beside your head as his arm wraps tight around your waist to lift you with a familiar type of strength that is always surprising. You let out a shocked gasp and quickly wrap your thighs around his hips and your arms around his broad shoulders. Your head knocks back into the door with a thud. The sweatshirt bunches around your hips as you feel his hardness against your still wet pussy. Biting at your bottom lip, you keep your eyes closed when you feel his cock slide against your cunt, coating himself in your mixed cum before shoving himself inside for a third time that night. 

“Lets see if I can have you make those noises again,” he grunts against your throat. And with that, he begins to fuck you again. 

[lustbile]

Helloooo it’s me again I just sent in an ask about club x !! Anywayssss I see blurb requests are open and omg have u heard OK in the universe album bc I am obsessed I am shaking and screaming it is …. So good anyways I was wondering if you could write something small inspired by the song?? Or if that’s too vague then if the line “my baby says she wants to dance with a ghost, she wants to leave me” does anything for u then that in particular !! Hope ur doing good anyways lol

ok fucks so hard, the whole album does but that song is just,,, yuuhhhh good shit. but the vibe of it. it fits everyone that’s in it, but looking at the translation it’s giving very much my baby taeyong I have to admit. the love, the coldness, the desperation. lee taeyong. anyways i’ll get on with it.

Just looking at you killed him. The idea that he could be the cause of the coldness you felt towards him tore him to shreds.

The fights were petty, biting, childish. He couldn't help but feel like you just hated him, and regardless of all his friends telling him over and over that he should just let it go and stop letting your feelings towards him get to him, he also couldn’t help being obsessed with you.

The hard glares you gave him, the sneers and eye rolls you shot his way stabbed at his heart, but it just as equality made his heart rate skyrocket and his belly warm with a fucked up arousal.

Having someone clearly dislike him so suddenly shouldn’t excite him, but it does. Every time you scoff at him, or look at him like he was nothing makes him want you even more.

It wasn’t always like this. When you first met you were more than cordial towards him. But one day he must have slipped, flipped a switch inside you that made you turn a cold shoulder every time.

It wasn’t until that party, that stupid fucking party Doyoung dragged him to. All your mutual friends had some type of voyeuristic entertainment in watching you stare at him like your eyes could turn him to ice, and an even more enjoyment in seeing him still follow you around like a puppy. They said it was funny, that there was something radiating off of you that he simply couldn't see. A lust, or even a love, so strong that you only knew how to express it through being absolutely vile towards him.

They were so sure of this, that they decided to play like children. Locking you two in a room like you weren’t two grown adults. Yelling through the door that you’d be let out once the tension was gone, or until you ate him whole, and not a second before.

He thought, as he watched you, that you were seconds away from vibrating out of existence from pure rage. You wouldn’t even look at him, god he just wanted you to look at him.

He tried apologizing, he wasn't sure what he was apologizing for, but he tried. His words were slurred and confused, trying to find a coherent collection of words to explain he never meant to make you mad, but he tripped over every syllable.

He’s not sure how he ended up confessing his pathetic little crush on you, but he knew as soon as you realized what he meant you were telling him to shut up, shut up, shut up!

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Taeyong seriously fuck off, you’re drunk.”

But he took the yelling, it was worlds better than the blank stares and cold shoulders. You were acknowledging him, you saw him, so he kept going.

He was expecting a lot of things. More yelling, you trying to break down the door, he wouldn’t even be surprised if you slapped sharply across his face. But the last thing in the world he expected was for you to kiss him.

It was mean. It was rough. It was desperate. For a second he felt like you had switched places. That you were the desperate and love sick one rather than him, but with the doorknob digging into his back as you shove him against the door by his neck, he knew this was real and he was much too aware of every nerve in his body for his own good.

“You’re too perfect,” you mutter between the way you harshly bite at his lips and jaw in a way that he was confused as to whether it was a compliment or an insult, “too perfect. I wished you shut the fuck up.”

He was suddenly bare, and amazingly so were you. Both your bodies were bruised from hands that were much too eager. Your nails left angry red streaks down his chest and stomach, and he felt like it was impossible to catch his breath.

The way you tugged at his hair when he latched his mouth on the amazingly warm space between your thighs felt like an award. Your moans, and weak swearing and insults sounded like heaven to him, and the way you tasted was like heaven too.

He finally got the answers to every question when he was pressed between your thighs. He was fucking you faster than his heart could take, this wonderous moment flying by him much too fast, but he just couldn’t control his body.

The way you writhed against the door he was pressed against what felt like seconds ago made him see red. The way your eyes rolled back into your skull and your chest heaved as his hips moved erratically made him breathless. But the words that slipped past your lips stole his lungs.

They were just as slurred as his, they would have been completely incoherent if his cheek wasn’t pressed against yours.

Love confessions, regrets of pushing yourself away because you thought he was too perfect, too good to be true. A fear that he could never deem you good enough to be in his presence. It stabbed at him in a way your hateful spit never could.

He wanted to prove you wrong, he wanted to show that you’ve held his weak little heart in your claws for centuries now, but he couldn’t find the words. For someone who always seemed to have paragraphs worth of thoughts of you cluttering his brain, he came up short when it was finally time to prove himself.

He hoped the way he crushed his mouth back onto yours was enough. The kiss was no longer mean, but much more desperate. The way you wrapped your fist around his throat was just as strong, but the strength behind it held a much different emotion. And when you moaned out into his open mouth, the sound muffled and coating his tongue as you came around him, he felt all the puzzle pieces of the universe fall into place.

The door was opened when everything quieted down. Clothes were wrinkled and messy, but they were back in their place.

Anyone who didn’t know exactly what had happened in that room would have been a complete fool. Maybe the details weren’t perfect in the minds of your friends, they probably scripted something meaner, more along the lines of a hate fuck and disagreements. But they knew the finale and that was the most important part.

And when you emerged, just as fiery as ever, they saw that they sweet little Taeyong was just as puppy like towards you as ever, but they swore if they looked hard enough, they swore they could see you carrying a leash.

[fanmoose12]

Levi ignored the formal greetings and salutes of the soldiers he passed as he made his way through the barracks. His mind was focused on one thing and one thing only. He had to get to the infirmary.

Apparently, Hange had decided to start her experiments bright and early that day. So early that the sun had barely begun to rise. Not long after, a titan's arm broke free from its restraints and swung at Hange while her back was facing away. With no time to react, the full force of the attack had her instantly flying through the air and only stopping when her body met a wall. Levi didn't comprehend much of the details after that. He simply threw on his uniform as is, not bothering a second glance in the mirror.

He bit back a chill as he entered the courtyard, not knowing whether it was from the sudden cold winter air or from his own nerves. It was only then that he realized he had left without throwing on a coat.

When he entered the infirmary, he immediately noticed a small group of people huddled together. Hange's squad, Mike, Nanaba, and Erwin along with a nurse Levi didn't recognize. They all spoke in hushed whispers and, as if on cue, all turned to look at him. His pace suddenly slowed, an uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of his stomach at their ominous gazes. He hesitated to approach.

After a moment, Erwin resumed speaking to the nurse and exchanged a few more words before she finally walked away. Erwin then dismissed the rest of the group as they shuffled away, avoiding eye contact as they passed Levi.

Levi swallowed the lump that formed in his throat and approached Erwin. "How's Hange?" He asked, hoping the tremor in his voice wasn't obvious.

"Levi," Erwin began, his voice stern and his jaw tight. "How long have you known about Hange's condition?"

"Just this morning." He answered.

Erwin's brow furrowed and Levi could see the wrinkles in his face. "I will ask again. How long have you known about Hange's condition?"

The question was puzzling. What kind of answer was Erwin looking for? Levi felt like a child being chastised. He was coming in blind to this whole situation, only knowing the information that Moblit had told him earlier.

"Moblit came by my room about twenty minutes ago and told me about the accident. I came as fast as I could."

Erwin's eyes stared intently at Levi, as if he was trying to look through him instead of at him. It was then that Levi noticed the small beads of sweat lining his forehead.

Levi's heart rate quickened. Something wasn't right. "Erwin, what the hell is going on?"

What was Erwin trying to get out of him? What did he know that Levi didn't? Was Hange sick? Surely he would've noticed, right? Then again, they hadn't seen much of each other recently. Hange had been busy testing a new theory involving the evaporation of titan blood and Levi had been assigned to oversee the development of the new training grounds.

She and Levi had grown close. Immensely close. Too close for Levi's comfort sometimes. They had become a bonded pair in all forms; emotionally, physically, and mentally. They knew each other's strengths and short-comings, their pet peeves and bad habits, their fears and hopes, the way each other tasted and smelled, how their bodies felt intertwined, the rhythm of each other's heartbeats. Hange had become the one thing Levi never wanted; someone to lose.

As if Erwin could sense his inner turmoil, his shoulders dropped and his eyes relaxed. "You really don't know, do you?"

"Nobody's told me a damn thing."

Erwin released a tired sigh. "Hange is alive but she suffered a concussion. The nurse wants to keep her here for a few days to monitor her once she wakes up."

"How long has she been unconscious?"

"I'm not sure but this could have been much worse. In more ways than you realize."

Levi could feel his frustration reaching its peak. "Why not just come out and tell me whatever the hell it is you're hiding?"

Erwin just shook his head. "It's not for me to tell. We'll continue this at a later time. You may see her if you'd like."

Levi decided not to further the discussion and made his way towards the room. Once his hand had reached the doorknob, he heard Erwin's voice behind him. "Levi, once you're finished, meet me in my office. We have much to discuss."

Levi's hand tightened around the doorknob. He didn't like being left in the dark but he was humanity's strongest, surely he could handle whatever news Erwin was refusing to disclose.

He shook the thought from his mind, wanting to be solely focused on Hange. He readied himself for the sight and pushed open the door.

Hange appeared natural as she slept in the hospital bed before him. Her expression was peaceful with the usual stress lines in her face relaxed. Her glasses rested on a table next to the bed with her uniform and winter coat thrown over a wooden chair. She had been changed into a hospital gown with a white bandage wrapped around her head.

"That was an extreme stunt to pull just to get some sleep don't you think, four eyes?" Levi mused.

He examined the bandage and noticed a minimal amount of blood from a scrape on the side of her head. He wasn't sure what the worry was about. Concussions were a normal injury for most soldiers, especially new recruits who were practicing with their ODM gear.

Still, Erwin had mentioned her "condition" which meant there was something Levi was missing, something he wasn't seeing.

"Sorry about this, Hange." He said as he grabbed the blanket on top of her and tossed it to the side.

Before the blanket had even touched the ground, Levi had stumbled away from Hange's bedside until his back was forced against the wall. His heart beat hard against his chest, he struggled to catch his breath and felt as if he was suffocating, his knees trembled beneath him, and his mind could not comprehend the sight before him.

Levi looked around the room as if an explanation would appear before him. He couldn't bring himself to look at her again. He was almost thankful that she was asleep.

The sight of her winter coat suddenly drew his attention. Like most things, Hange was too engrossed in her research and often careless when it came to her own health. Levi would often find her outside in the snow, watching over her precious titans, wearing nothing more than her usual brown jacket. She never bundled herself properly and always claimed she felt fine despite the obvious signs of her red nose, chapped lips, chattering teeth, and shivering body. And as expected, Levi would be the one to have to care for her when she fell ill.

Although, come to think of it, this was the first year that Hange had actually been adamant about wearing her coat. Each time Levi saw her, she had it buttoned around her, refusing to take it off even when indoors. And if he thought about it further, he realized that it always looked a size too big for her.

The realization suddenly came crashing on him as all the pieces fell into place. The air felt as if it had been knocked out of him and his head was spinning. If it weren't for the wall supporting him, he's sure he would have collapsed.

It didn't feel real. It couldn't be real.

It was stupid, he knew, the evidence was right in front of him but he just had to confirm it for himself. He looked towards her still sleeping face and then very slowly trailed his eyes down her body until he was staring at a small bump on her torso.

He steadied his knees and pushed himself away from the wall. It felt like an eternity before he was finally able to move his legs and reach her bed side. With a shaky hand and a deep ragged breath, he outstretched his arm until it rested gently on her swollen abdomen. He ignored the water stinging the corner of his eyes and forcefully blinked the sensation away.

It was as if his mind was not his own as he began to slowly stroke small circles on top of her belly. As he was getting used to the feeling, he felt a sudden pressure hit against his head. He immediately froze his movements and waited. A few seconds passed and there it was again, a small push to his hand.

He released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and could feel his lips curve into a smile. He was feeling a kick. The being inside of Hange was making it self known to him.

He became overwhelmed with an abundance of conflicting emotions bombarding him all at once. He had so many thoughts, questions, ideas, fears. At that moment all he could do was reach for her hand and relish in the comfort of her warmth beneath his palm. He needed her here with him.

And then a new realization chilled him to his core.

She would eventually awaken...wouldn't she?

"Hange." He whispered desperately. "Please, wake up."

omg, you got me so worried!! i thought hange lost the baby, but whew! i'm so glad the baby is alright! and your writing is top notch! if you ever think of posting it and maybe adding a second part...... hmu?

[letshaikyuu]

Hey. Im new here but I really love your writing, I think you will be famous with your writing in the future , Umm... actually... Can you write something like when boys are behind your door and they are literally crying and you comfort them for akaashi, atsumu, sakusa and oikawa ? I'M SO SORRY IF THAT'S ALOTTT PLEASE FORGIVE ME SENPAIIIIIIIIII

✽ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 // 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

✽ 𝐚/𝐧: hello and welcome to the blog! And, omg I don’t really think I’ll go anywhere with my writing honestly, but this was such a wonderful compliment, I love you <3

✽ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: hurt/comfort

✽ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

⤹ 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢 

There is no doubt that Akaashi doesn’t cry in front of people. He’d rather suck it up and wait until he’s completely alone to break down completely, all his pent-up feelings catching up to him and rendering him speechless while he cries behind closed doors. Akaashi tries to hide his sobs, but they can be heard even with the way he’s tightly clasping his hands over his mouth. He hopes there’s no one on the other side and he hopes he’s strong enough to suck it up for a while longer and go back to other people – without looking like a complete mess in return – but he can’t get up, his legs shaking too much to regain balance and stand.

“Keiji?” It’s when he hears your voice behind the door when he tries to silence himself again, but his sobs are still clear and you start worrying more. “Keiji, please open the door,” you’d try and coax him into opening the door, but he makes no move to open it. You’ve always known that your boyfriend is not one to openly talk about his feelings, bottling them up until the bottle bursts from being overflowed. You sigh, sliding down the other side of the door and head leaning against the door. “I’m here Keiji, I promise I won’t leave you.”

He thinks he started crying even more with your words. It takes him some time to completely run out of tears, his loud crying turning into whimpers and hiccups until he somehow stands up and turns the doorknob. And, just like you promised, you were standing there, arms open and hugging him close, his face still wet with tears, but that didn’t matter – Keiji was safe in your arms.

⤹ 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 

When someone talks about Atsumu, they talk like he doesn’t have feelings at all – either a smirk or scowl plastered on his face, indicating only smugness and annoyance. But, to you, Atsumu was a bag filled to the brim with emotions. Happiness, sadness, determination, desperation...Unfortunately for him, it seemed like sadness overpowered him and Atsumu couldn’t handle it. He tried to stay quiet and laugh with the others, but he felt his eyes burn with tears ready to fall. He excused himself rather abruptly and ran off, leaving a confused crowd of people and you running right behind him, trying to see what’s wrong

He beat you to it, slamming the door right in front of you and you could hear him slam his fist against the wall before sliding down the door. “Atsumu? Atsumu, open the door.” He ignores you, the silence overwhelming, but, after a while, you hear small sobs echoing in the room in front of you, indicating that Atsumu was, indeed, crying. Your eyes start watering as well, your usually strong and ‘emotionless’ boyfriend breaking down. “Atsumu...” you lean your forehead on the wall, your fingers dancing across the doorknob, knowing it’s locked. “Let it all out, Atsumu.”

Surprisingly, it takes him a short amount of time to completely calm down – maybe he needed your physical touch, but you’d never say that out loud – and when he emerges from the room, teary eyes and red in the face, he embraces you tightly in his arms, his face buried in the crook of your neck as leftover tears slid down your face. Your fingers raking through his hair while you continue whispering comforting words to him

⤹ 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢 

It was unusual, not seeing your boyfriend while his team was celebrating in the locker room. It seemed like he disappeared. Too many, it’s typical Sakusa behavior; but, to you, you knew Sakusa would never miss a gathering regarding volleyball – something he loves and cherishes very much. You leave them behind, walking into the hallway and trying to find your boyfriend. You would be walking for a while, before hearing soft cries coming from the janitor’s closet. You come closer, trying to figure out who was crying in the closet and trying to figure out how to help them. It was a hardly audible curse that made you realize that it was your boyfriend in there

“Kiyoomi!?” You press your ear against the door, hearing him try and conceal his cries, but you already heard them. “Kiyoomi, sweetie, please open the door.” You turn the doorknob, it still locked and keeping you away from him. You could still hear him cry, but it was like he muffled his cries with his hand. For someone who was never emotional like this, Sakusa’s current behavior took you by surprise. “Nobody’s around Kiyoomi, don’t worry about being heard. I’m here for you.” You sit down and lean against the door, listening to him slowly calm down until he stops crying completely

When he opens the door, you could see him trying to hide his teary face with his curls, but you gently push them away, before leaning in to give him a soft kiss on his forehead. You two would stay there, in the hallway, alone for a few more minutes, Sakusa enjoying your comfort before he finally deems himself well enough to go back to the locker. It’s a one-time thing, he’d say.

⤹ 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮

Everyone knows through what hell Oikawa’s went through, but you were the only one that sees him when he’s at his weakest. It happens suddenly, all his past insecurities would resurface and Oikawa would find it hard to breathe, choking on his own tears before hiding somewhere no one can see or hear him. Today, it was one of those days. You’d hear sobs coming from behind his bedroom door, indicating that Oikawa was fighting his demons again, but you were always there to comfort him when he needed you.

“Tooru, I’m here.” You’d voice out, listening to him weeping louder with the sound of your voice. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry...” he’d cry out and you knew exactly why he was apologizing. Oikawa never wanted to drag you into this darker part of his life – to you, he always wanted to be carefree and happy, but he couldn’t hide it from you. So, when you started comforting him, he’d always feel sorry for dragging you in the mess that was his life. “It’s okay, Tooru. It has always been okay.” You’d sit there, waiting for him to calm down enough to stand up and open the door, and, with that, letting you into the bedroom

His cries don’t stop while you play with his curls, whispering soft, comforting words in his ear while he continues to cry, calming down with each passing minute. He starts apologizing again, but you stop him right at his tracks, kissing him softly before looking at him in the eyes. “I’m always here Tooru, whenever you need me. I’ll always be here.”

[bugrry]

For a request: what about wearing florence's sweater/hoodie/whatever for the first time n shes so soft when she sees you in her clothes

stop omg ok

warnings: kinda suggestive at the end? idk

word count: 737

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so apparently, florence likes keeping her apartment cold as fuck.

you figured that out (it really wasn’t hard to) only a few seconds after walking into her empty apartment. you guys had arranged to have dinner at her place a few days before, but midway through today, she had sent you a text saying she’d be later than she initially thought.

flo <3

hey baby! we got caught up in some things and i’m going to be working later than i thought. :( go ahead and let yourself into my flat, the key is on top of the door frame! i won’t be more than an hour later. kisses!!

you had smiled at the text again as you reached the door of her apartment, standing on your toes and feeling around for the key on top of the frame. once you wrapped your fingers around the cool metal of the key, you pulled it down and pushed it into the lock. you pushed the door open and you were immediately greeted by a cold brush of air on your face and a shiver through your bones. you’ve been to her place before, how had you never noticed how cold she kept it?

your face reddened as you realized why. you tended to be a little busy with her whenever you’d been over in the past. the last thing you were paying attention was the thermostat.

you shivered again as you shut the door behind you, making a beeline for her bedroom. walked through the threshold of her bedroom, immediately reaching for the handle of her dresser. you reached around for a bit before wrapping your hand around a fuzzy sweatshirt and pulling it from the confines of the drawer.

once you have it in your hands, you bring in up to your face and take a deep inhale, and the smell of florence invades your senses. you rest your cheek on the fabric before another shiver runs down your spine, reminding you of why you were snooping around in her dresser in the first place. you slide the sweatshirt over your head, and just like that, you are wrapped up in flo’s essence.

you make your way out to the living room where you see your phone light up with a new text message.

flo <3

on my way home now! ten minutes tops!! xx

you find yourself smiling at her text as you toe off your shoes and sit on her soft couch. in response, you send a little ok! and a kissy-face emoji before locking your phone. you stare at the pictures on her wall and on her side tables, smiling at the ones you were in as you recall the memories from those dates. it could have just been her sweatshirt, but looking at those pictures fills you with so much adoration for the woman whose couch you’re sitting on. 

your thoughts were disturbed by the sound of the doorknob turning, and your face lit up as you saw your lovely girlfriend walk through the door. you hop up off the couch, but before you could get to her, the frown on her face stops you in your tracks.

“flo? what is it?” you say softly, as if loud speech may set her off.

“is that- is that my sweater?” she points to your torso. you grab at the fabric and look down at it as if you had forgotten you were wearing it, looking back up at her after a moment with a raised eyebrow.

“yeah, it’s just that your apartment is so cold and i didn’t think you’d mind-”

“i don’t,” she cuts you off, “it’s cute seeing you in my clothes, hot even.”

“hot?” 

“hot,” she says, taking a few steps toward you. your feet are rooted to the ground as she approaches you. she reaches up and cups your jaw, placing a soft kiss on your lips. she pulls away far too soon for your taste, and you let a whine escape you. 

“my dear girl,” she says sweetly, “as much as i would like to make you whimper and whine some more, i promised you dinner. maybe later, yeah?” and with that, she pats you on the cheek and turns on her heel to make her way into the kitchen. you stand there for a moment longer before your brain begins functioning again and you walk slowly after her.

yeah, i should definitely steal her clothes more often.

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a/n: i kinda like this one a lot lmao,, lemme know if you like it!! lots of love xo