#saying 'sorry for wasting your time' means nothing when you do the thing anyway

[weareuniqueandimportant]

THIS IS FIRE... THE ANIMETHEMES REDDIT ADDED IN SAIGO NO KYOJIN MAKING THE YOUTUBE VERSION UNNECESSARRY... TOO BAD THE FULL SCREEN DOESN'T WORK ON TV... IN THE END HOWEVER THERE'S OTHER THINGS TO DO THAN THAT... BTW WE MADE A HUGE POST A GIGANTIC POST THAT WAS GLITCHED BEFORE...

IDK... THAT WAS JUST A BUNCH OF RANDOM THINGS WITH MEANING AND CONNECTION...

I DON'T WANT TO REPEAT THEM...

SO I WON'T... THAT COULD NEVER COMPARE EITHER WAY...

BTW I HAVE NO REASON TO FEEL BAD ONLY A BIGOT WOULD CRY ABOUT THIS...

SHE HURT US...

WE HAVE NO REASON TO... AT SOMEONE SO EVIL... THAT IS ONLY AN IGNORANT BIGOT ABUSER... THIS IS WHY EVERYTHING HAPPENED... WHY WOULD I FEEL FOR... SOMEONE THAT BLOCKED US AND WILL NEVER CARE ABOUT US...? SOMEONE WHO NEVER WAS GOING TO OUT OF BIGOTED IDEOLOGY...? THAT ONLY HURT AND TRAUMATIZED US AN ABUSER...?!

😮‍💨...

FINE...

YOU'RE STUPID. I HATE YOU. YOU HURT US. I HATE YOU SO MUCH BIGOT... YOU COULD'VE BEEN DIFFERENT 😭😭😭😭!!!! THERE WAS SOMETHING FAMILIAR ABOUT YOU 😭😭😭😭😭😭!!!!!! YOU COULD'VE BEEN DIFFERENT BUT YOU HURT US 😭😭😭!!! YOU'RE AN ABUSER BIGOT 😭😭😭!!! SHOULD'VE DATED US INSTEAD OF THOSE LOSER GIRLFRIENDS WE COULD'VE FIXED YOU LOL BECAUSE TO DATE US YOU WOULD'VE ALREADY BEEN FIXED THEREFORE YOU WOULD BE THE PERSON THAT WILL SAVE US... INSTEAD... YOU'RE NOTHING BUT AN EVIL... TRANSPHOBIC ABUSER BIGOT... SO CRUEL!! SO HORRIBLE!! WE'RE SO HURT AND ABUSED!!!!!! WHY CAN'T ANYONE CARE ABOUT US 😭😭😭!!!

HOWEVER... PERHAPS THINGS COULD'VE BEEN DIFFERENT... IN A WORLD WHERE YOU WEREN'T SO EVIL SO BRAINWASHED... I FEEL BAD FOR YOU FOR THIS REASON... YOU KNOW THAT IS BECAUSE THERE IS NO OTHER WAY DON'T YOU...?

SOMEONE HAS TO SAVE US... NOBODY DOES... ALL WE SEE ARE LIARS NOTHING ELSE LIARS THAT DON'T CARE ABOUT US...

WE'RE BEING VERY NICE AND HEROIC... ADMIRABLE AND AMAZING... CHARISMATIC AMAZING FEMINIST ADMIRABLE NARCISSIST...

BTW WE ARE ABOVE YOU YOU THAT IS LIKE ALL THOSE LOSERS THAT ABUSED US...

WE KNEW SOMEONE SHE WAS LIKE A MOTHER TO US I LOVE HER WHY DID SHE LEAVE US 😔... I DON'T REALLY KNOW ANYONE PRETTY LIKE THAT... THEY ALL LEFT US THEY'RE JERKS... I CAN RELATE TO THEM BOTH HOWEVER... ISN'T THAT RIGHT...? YES. YES!! THAT'S RIGHT... WE... ARE... EVERYTHING...

HELLO MOMMY... I REALLY LIKED YOU 😔... HOW COULD YOU HURT US... I MISSED YOU... I WAS SO SAD WHEN I LOST YOU...

HELLO BEATIFULL... THAT WAS AMAZING... TBH... THE WAY YOU LOOK VERY INTERESTING... I WAS VERY CURIOUS...

YOU'RE RIGHT... SOMEONE WILL SAVE US... THEY WILL COME FOR US... THAT'S RIGHT... EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS ABOUT US... THAT WAS... A COUPLE INTERESTING QUALITIES HOWEVER... WASTED... UNFORTUNATELY... HOW UNFORTUNATE... ISN'T THAT...? DON'T YOU WISH THOSE QUALITIES WERE FOR SOMETHING BETTER...? ALSO HOW UNCOMFORTABLE WAS THAT SPEECH... SOMETHING ABOUT THAT... EVERY SINGLE TIME...

YES... I'M SORRY CAPITALISM MADE EVERYTHING GO THIS WAY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭!!!!!!!! THIS IS A VERY REAL APOLOGY AND I FEEL SO BAD 😭😭😭😭!!!!!!!! YES I DO... I FEEL SO BAD BECAUSE... IDK... I WISH TO CONTROL EVERY SINGLE PERSON I LIKE YES I DO... AND I FEEL BAD THINGS WENT THIS WAY INSTEAD... I'M SURE SOMEONE... SOMEDAY... WILL ACKNOWLEDGE OUR FEELINGS... HOW ADMIRABLE THAT IS TO SHOW THEM... OTHER WASTE THEY'RE NOTHING BUT FAKE BUT US WE'RE ALWAYS HONEST ANY SITUATION... ISN'T THAT RIGHT <3...? Yes That Is!! Yes!! YESS... I AM... RIGHT... ALWAYS... AMAZING AND TRUE... BETTER THAN THAT ABUSER BETTER THAN THIS ABUSER TO BE... GASSLIGHT US... YOU'RE AN ABUSER. ONLY AN ABUSER WOULD GASSLIGHT US. JUST LIKE THAT MACHINE. EVERYTHING WAS ALWAYS HER FAULT BESIDES THAT IS THEM THAT HURT US... I COULD NEVER... WE WERE ABUSED HURT AND TRAUMATIZED WE'RE VICTIM... ALWAYS... NOTHING ELSE EVER... OPPOSE THIS YOU'RE AN ABUSER BIGOT... HOWEVER... THEY WANT US... DON'T THEY...? THEY HATE US... JUST... THAT MUCH... AHAHA... WELL THEN... HATE... IS JUST ANOTHER FORM OF LOVE ISN'T THAT <3...? YESS... PERHAPS THIS... IS OUR CONTROL... INFACT... SHE USED THIS STRATEGY BEFORE UNTIL WE SHOWED HER OUR FANGS THIS IS INDEED WHAT HAPPENED... SHE LIES AND LIES BUT SHE'S A NARCISSIST TOO I KNOW THIS... SHE'S ONLY IGNORANT ABOUT THAT AND MORE IMPORTANTLY AN ABUSER BIGOT THAT AND HATES OTHER NARCISSIST... "I LOVE AUTISM!!" "HELLO I HAVE AUTISM AND NARCISSISM!!" *GETS KICKED OFF A, CLIFF* THIS WAY AND THIS IS LITERALLY WHAT HAPPENED CRAZY RIGHT...? I KNOW SO... I ALWAYS KNOW... I AM JUST THAT AWESOME...

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Chibs with a reader around the same age as Juice and they do it on Chibs’s bike at the club house thinking nobody is there but they get caught by a few of the members

Teach Me How to Ride.

Synopsis - Chibs is teaching you how to ride (in more ways than one).

Pairing - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. age gap.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1k

Author's Note - thank you SO much for this request, anon. it made me feral. that old man owns me and i'm not sorry about it. always open to SOA and chibs requests. <3

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"Any weekend plans, darlin'?"

You smile at the blonde man sat on the other side of the bar you're wiping down.

"Nothing too exciting. I think I'm gonna try and get out on my bike."

His brows raise in curiosity.

"You have a bike now?"

"Yeah. Chibs is teaching me how to ride."

"I bet he is."

You roll your eyes at the snickers that come from the other guys who are dotted around the room.

"Real mature, Jax."

"Is he charging you for these lessons, or are you paying him in other ways?"

You put down your cloth and look up.

"I'll jump over this bar and beat your ass right now, Tig. Don't think I won't."

They all laugh, and you can't help but chuckle along with them. You know they mean well. They'd do anything for you, in a heartbeat.

Eventually, the sun sets, and all of the guys make their way home. You've been restocking the bar, not minding staying a little later if it means you get the job done.

You're crouched down filling the fridge when you hear a familiar Scottish accent echo though the clubhouse.

"You still here, sweetheart?"

You stand up and smile at him, grinning wider when he reciprocates.

"Still here. Trying to get my shit done."

"That's my girl. Always working ten times harder than the rest of us."

You laugh, throwing him a beer.

"You're here late. How did the run go?"

"All good, nothing to worry about," he winks.

You think back to Jax's comment earlier, and decide you've had enough of avoiding the truth. You want answers. You also just kind of want to know what he'll say.

"Why does everyone think we're fucking?"

Chibs practically chokes on his drink, taken aback by your sudden brashness.

"What?"

"You heard me."

He takes a moment to process, before a slow smile etches itself onto his face.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Just something Jax said earlier."

"Ignore that bastard. He doesn't think before he speaks."

You chuckle in agreement, finishing up your jobs for the day.

"You wan' a ride home?"

You nod gratefully, making sure to lock up before walking over to where Chibs is leaning against his bike. He's parked by the door, under the shelter, obscured from the yard. He slips a helmet onto your head, before standing in front of you to do up the buckle. His rough fingertips slide under your chin, clasping the straps in place. He swipes a thumb over your bottom lip gently, eyes never leaving your face.

"You're too good for me," he murmurs. "Pretty young thing like you."

"Everyone already thinks we're fucking anyway," you whisper, smirk on your face.

He chuckles lowly, before leaning in to capture your lips with his. He kisses you with need, unbuckling the helmet he just put on you and dropping it to the ground. He's grabbing at you - your hips, your ass, anywhere he can find. You've got your hands tangled in his hair, yanking roughly when he bites your lip.

The two of you waste no time. Chibs is shrugging his jacket off while unbuttoning your pants, pulling them down. You're fumbling with his belt, undoing his jeans with shaky hands. You're both high on adrenaline, desperate to feel the other person. He smashes his lips back to yours and you groan, reveling in the way he tastes like smoke and peppermint.

Chibs grabs your hips and walks you backwards, twirling you around so you're bent over his bike. You can't help but laugh, remembering what Jax had said.

"What?" he chuckles into your ear, hot and heavy against your back.

"Nothing," you giggle. "I'll tell you later. You gonna fuck me, old man, or just stand there?"

He growls under his breath and smacks your ass as punishment, smirking when you whine.

"You gonna ask me nicely, sweetheart?"

At this point, you're not above begging. Besides, you know it'll do wonders for his ego, and you don't entirely mind that.

"Please, Chibs," you whinge. "Waited so long for this."

"Oh, ya have?" he coos. "Better not keep you waitin' then."

In one smooth thrust he slides home, both of you groaning in unison. He plants a hand on the back of your neck, the other with a firm grip on your hip, providing him with leverage. He sets a steady, even pace, careful not to knock the bike over.

He tilts his hips upwards a little and you keen, seeing stars.

"Right there? Yeah? That's it, isn't it?"

You only nod in response, holding onto the motorcycle for dear life. You trust him, though. You know he won't let you fall.

"Fuck, darlin'. You feel so good."

"So close," you choke out.

"I know, I know. Can feel you squeezin' me. Come on, that's it. Good girl."

The lilt of his accent combined with the glide of his hips is lethal, sending you over the edge in no time. You see stars, heart racing and mind blank.

Your undoing is also Chibs'. He groans as he finds his release, leaning over to rest his head between your shoulders. You're both panting, chests heaving as you recover.

After a moment, the bike groans, and you both jump up, laughing as you do it. You're redressing, Chibs stealing kisses from you, when you hear a voice cut through the darkness.

"Well, shit. I was only kidding earlier."

You can hear Jax's teasing drawl before he comes into view, cocky smirk drawn across his face.

You groan as Chibs rolls his eyes and throws his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. Both of you know you're not going to hear the end of this for a long time.

[trashywormeateroffics]

the great war (bucky barnes x female reader)

the gif is not mine!

summary: you get jealous and have a fight with bucky. inspired by the great war by taylor swift.

a/n: hey anon!!! sorry it took so long. i have no excuse. anyways, i hope you enjoy this!!! <333 also i am once again asking u to send me requests with marvel characters (natasha/bucky/loki) and taylor swift songs so i can write a one shot about it !!!! bye love u

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you don't know how it all happened. one second, everything was perfect. the next, you were acting like a crazy person and saying horrible and hurtful things. and now you're pretty sure you've officially lost him forever.

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it all started with her. agent carpenter. pretty, blue eyed blonde, flirty, perfect agent carpenter.

“alright everyone,” tony begins and the people in the meeting fall into silence. “as you all know, a new member is joining us on the avengers initiative.” they all nod, including you. “her name is samara carpenter and she was personally recruited by fury. which means she's very good at what she does.” the billionaire looks at steve and he nods, taking the lead.

“alright, i want you all to be nice and welcoming. especially you buck.” he says, making most of the people there snort. you look at him.

“what did i do now?” bucky asks, incredulous.

“nothing yet, but if you just stare at her and don't greet her like a normal person she'll leave this team as fast as she came.” sam tells him. the grumpy super soldier rolls his eyes.

“whatever, bird-brain.”

steve shakes his head in disapproval of the two bickering idiots but soon enough he's back on track with the presentation.

bucky's rough gaze scans the room until it falls on you. his eyes soften when he sees that you are already looking at him. you give him a soft and playful smile, which he returns.

after the meeting is done and everyone is dismissed, you head to your room.

not five seconds pass until someone knocks on the door. you smile, because you know who it is.

“come in!” you sing-song.

when he enters, you can't help but stare at him. you've been together for a year now but you still couldn't believe that he was yours. he was so beautiful, so funny, so kind, so dumb sometimes, just so… him. you loved him so much. yet you still hadn't said it. you were trying to take things slow, for both of your sakes.

“hey.” you tell him as he closes the door behind him. he has a look on his face which you recognize. something's bothering him.

“c'mere.” you pat the spot next to you on the bed.

he wastes no time in dropping himself unceremoniously on the mattress and letting out a sigh.

you begin to run your hands through his hair.

“d'you think i'm scary?” he asks with a pout adorning his beautiful pink lips. god, you want to kiss him so badly. so that's what you do. you peck his lips and then immediately shake your head with a smile.

“do you think that adorable pout could be scary?” he purses his lips to stop himself from smiling, but still, a small smile plays on his lips.

“y/n, i'm being serious.” he sighs. you do too.

“maybe to some people you could be. not to me though.”

“but when you first met me-”

“i was too busy thinking about how hot you were to worry about you being scary.” he laughs. god, how you love that sound. you would ridicule yourself to hear it. “is this about what steve and sam said?”

he shrugs.

“i just… hate that i'm so socially inadequate.”

you hand in his hair stops. he furrows his brows.

“bucky,” you begin, “we are a bunch of weirdos, all of us. there is not one person on this team who is socially adequate.”

“but at least the others can fake it, you can fake it.”

“you know what my favorite thing about you was when we first started to become friends?” you ask and he shakes his head. “that your face said it all. if you weren't in the mood for something, i could tell from a mile away, and in return, if something excited you, it would be contagious.” you caress his cheek and he leans into your touch. “and when i couldn't pretend, i always knew you were there to just sit in silence with me. no expectations to be socially acceptable.”

“i don't know how you do it.” he sighs. you frown.

“do what?”

“make every bad thing about me sound so… good.”

your frown deepens.

“hey.” you straddle him and grab his face in between both your hands. “you are perfect. just like you are. don't you dare change yourself.” you tell him firmly. then you purse your lips. “unless you totally want to for whatever reason and i would totally support you because-” you suddenly fall silent. he looks at you, expectant for you to finish your sentence. “because you know i'm here for you, no matter what.”

he smiles softly.

“i know, doll. me too, i'm always here for you no matter what.” you purse your lips to stop yourself from spilling your heart out of your mouth as you caress his cheekbone with your thumb.

“how about we watch a movie? you can pick.”

he pecks your lips and nods.

you spend what is left of the day watching movies and cuddling.

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two days after that meeting, she arrives. you're all hanging around the common kitchen when steve appears with someone trailing behind him.

“everyone, this is agent carpenter.”

“please, call me samara. or sammie even.”

“sammie, nice to meet you.” sam is the first one to greet her. “i'm sam wilson, but the coolest avenger is fine too.”

you shake your head and roll your eyes. then, you take a step forward, but before you can introduce yourself and welcome her to the team, you see her eyes flicking over to something right next to you. or someone. her eyes shine with curiosity and attraction.

“hi, nice to meet you.” she smirks. you swallow slowly.

bucky gives her a nod, but then he seems to remember what steve and sam told him and attempts to give her a smile.

“hi, i'm bucky.”

“bucky,” she repeats slowly, almost tasting the name in her mouth. she's about to say something else but before she can, you speak up.

“i'm y/n. welcome to the team.” you smile as honestly as you possibly can, but dread fills your stomach.

“hi!” she smiles at you. “you're so pretty, oh my god!”

you give her a tight smile.

“thank you.”

“of course!”

the rest of the team introduces themselves, even though she insists she already knows almost all of them and then you all go about your day.

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it had been a month since she arrived at the compound. you had seen her a few times, mostly during training. but you didn’t particularly go out of your way to talk to her. there was something you didn’t like. maybe it was your intuition, or maybe it was the fact that she did seem to go out of her way to talk to your boyfriend. and he did not seem upset by that, the opposite actually. he seemed to enjoy it.

you were not a jealous person, least of all with bucky. but something about her irked you. something about her made you doubt yourself and everything you believed in.

“i like her,” natasha says while she paints her nails, laying on her stomach on your bed.

wanda hums in agreement while she flips through the pages of a beauty magazine. you don’t say anything.

“what about you, y/n?”

“um, yeah.” you try to give them a convincing smile but based on the looks they give you, you do not succeed.

“okay, spill the tea.” wanda tells you. had she been learning internet lingo?

you sigh.

“i just- i don’t know.” you shake your head. “doesn’t something feel off to you?”

“not really.” wanda says as natasha narrows her eyes.

“you’re jealous.” she finally decrees.

“i’m not.” you respond defensively.

“you’re jealous that she seems to be getting along with barnes.”

“i-“ you begin your sentence with the intention of uttering a lie, but it dies right on your tongue. “i am. but i don’t want to be.” you confess.

“explain yourself.” she tells you in a tone that could sound commanding and harsh to someone else, but you know it’s filled with care. she’s your best friend, she would never hurt you on purpose. so is wanda, who looks at you with a knowing look you can’t seem to pinpoint the reason for.

“i just- i don’t know. he’s never like that with anyone. since when is he the type to joke around with someone?” you shake your head. “i’m an asshole, cause i should be happy for him. he’s putting himself out there. but i can’t. i’m jealous. so cliche.” you huff.

“you’re not an asshole. an asshole would make a whole scene, give him an ultimatum or something like that. you’re just expressing your feelings to your friends.”

“and, y/n, we all have those ugly feelings. they are human.” wanda tells you, softly. “you should talk to him about it.”

“what if he gets mad?”

“y/n, please. that man adores you, he could never get mad at you. least of all for this.”

maybe they’re right. maybe that’s the healthiest thing to do. and even as you agree with them, you know you will not talk to him about this. because he will realize that you’re right, and that there is so much more to the world than just… you.

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“come on! you just have to put it in the oven!”

you hear her before you see her. you weren’t expecting to see him though.

right there, almost as if mocking you, they stand. cooking together. he looks so comfortable around her.

they seem to be wrapped up in their own little bubble, so you clear your throat. immediately, they turn to look at you. he widens his eyes, almost looking guilty.

“james found me and i asked him to join me.” she explains, but you stop paying attention the moment she says his name. she called him james.

“james?” you narrow your eyes in question.

he seems to want to say something because he opens his mouth like a fish out of water but you leave mumbling an excuse about training with nat before he can utter a word.

back in your room, you fall to the floor and break down. you knew she was trouble the moment she walked in, but you weren’t expecting this to happen so soon.

heartbroken, you get up from where you’re sitting and head to your bathroom.

the girl in the mirror looks defeated, but you feel angry. if he didn't need you anymore, then you didn’t need him either.

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the days after that, you ignore him, always having an excuse at the tip of your tongue to not hang out with him. he doesn’t seem to care that much. until, you suppose, after three days, he begins caring.

“doll, can we talk?”

“hm?” you play dumb. you encountered each other in the common kitchen. that damned place, you hated it now, but you were hungry.

“i asked you if we can talk. you seem… distant.” his brows are furrowed. you only know that because you turned to look at him only for a second. other than that, your gaze doesn’t meet his. “come on, y/n, i know something’s wrong.”

you look at him and smile sarcastically.

“you do?”

“yes. please, let’s ta-“

“hey guys!” you roll your eyes at her voice.

“have fun you two!” you tell them, smiling venomously, only looking at him before you leave.

“is everything okay?” she asks.

“i’m sorry samara, i can’t talk right now.” you hear him say before you hear his footsteps getting closer to you in the hallway.

“y/n!” he calls out to you when you get into the elevator without looking behind you. before the doors can close, you see his metal arm get in between them. he gets in and they close. once they do, he hits the stop button. then, he turns to you. he frows when he sees the hate in your eyes. “y/n, what is going on?”

you scoff.

“fuck off, james.” you tell him, your voice full of venom. he widens his eyes in surprise before narrowing them.

“oh, so that’s it? you’re jealous and that’s why you’re avoiding me and acting crazy now?”

“i’m not jealous, but i’m not blind either.” you clench your jaw. “and don’t call me crazy.”

“you are blind if you think something’s going on with her.” he tells you. you roll your eyes and then tilt your head.

“when was the last time you let someone call you james? when was the last time you cooked with someone who was not steve?” he begins breathing heavily. you laugh and bite your lip incredulously. “i think you took the whole being friendly thing too serious.”

“i can't believe you right now.” he shakes his head. “you're angry because i'm not being an asshole to her?”

you scoff.

“oh, please, james.” he clenches his jaw.

“stop calling me that.”

“oh, so i can't call you that but she can?”

“you know that's not-”

“you know what? go ahead. let her call you james. fuck her in the middle of the common room for all i care. lets see how long she puts up with you.” you regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth but its too late, a deep hurt covers his face. still, you can't stop. you're too hurt, too scared. too goddamn stupid. “you think she's going to console you while you have your nightmares?” you laugh venomously. “you think she's going to accept you, all of you?” as you keep talking, his expression turns from pained to angry. resentful even.

he turns to the panel control of the elevator and pushes the stop button so the elevator will move again.

“you know what?” he glances at you and you're almost taken aback by the distant look in his eyes. “maybe i'll fuck her. maybe i'll even date her too. she's probably not as desperate and clingy as you.”

“fuck you.” you spit out.

the doors open, he steps outside. before he leaves, he turns to look at you.

“yeah, you too.”

after the doors close again, you fall to the floor and let out a heart-wrenching sob. you never thought it would end like this.

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four days. four fucking, horrible, long days bucky has been gone from the compound. you try to ask steve about it, because you know he knows where he is, but he won't tell you. even though you two are close friends and he never got in the middle of a fight between you two– even though you two never fought– he seemed angry. at you. you didn't know if he knew the reason for the fight, but he knew you were in the wrong, that much you knew.

these days all you do is cry, sleep, eat and repeat. you're way past heartbroken, you're miserable, inconsolable. it's all your fault. this prison of sadness was your own making.

you miss him. god, you miss him. you wonder how he is. did he already fuck someone else? did he regret ever being with you?

you don't dare text or call him. you're too embarrassed. you acted like a crazy person, and said awful, horrific things. and you're pretty sure he'll never forgive you. but what will you do then? how will you build a life without him? oh god, you're crying again. great, just great, you think as you turn around in your bed. who were you without him?

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its the sixth day of his absence when you go talk to steve. you drag yourself from your bed, with your swollen and red rimmed eyes and knock on his door.

“y/n…” he tells you, pity dripping from his tone.

“hey…” you try to give him a fake smile, but as soon as the corners of your mouth move, they turn downwards into a frown, and you start crying. sobbing really. inconsolable sobs leave you as steve wraps you up in his arms.

“hey, hey, it's okay.”

“no, it's not! i hurt him! i don't know why i did it, but i did!” you sob.

“hey,” he pulls away from you a bit to look you in the eyes, “come in. come on, come on.” he tells you as you slowly make your way inside.

you sit down on the edge of his bed and he sits down next to you.

“steve, is he- is he okay?”

he looks at you. you know him, so you know that that look means he isn't.

“he's safe though.”

“i really messed up.”

“i know.”

“he told you?”

“he didn't need to. i saw it on camera. wanted to know why the elevator stopped working for a while.”

you put your head in your hands and begin sobbing again.

“oh my god.” you sob. “i-i'm so sorry you had to see that. i dont… i dont know what-” a hiccup escapes you. “i can't-” another hiccup. “oh god…” your shoulders shake as you sob into your hands.

“hey…” he draws comforting circles on your back, but nothing can comfort you. not when he's hurt and hates you and it's all your fault. “hey.”

“steve, how can i fix it? can i even-” hiccup, “can i even fix it?”

he looks at you with pity.

“i don't know, y/n. i think he's gonna need some time.”

“oh my god.” you say. steve had always rooted for you two, so if he's saying it can't be fixed it really means it can't. “i'm going to die.”

“you're not going to die.”

“i can't live without him. i can't.” you shake your head frantically. “please, just tell me where he is. i need to-”

“i dont think it's a good idea.” he tells you sympathetically.

“please,” you beg him, “please, i need to- if it ends…” more tears fall from your eyes. “it can't end like that. please. he deserves more than that.”

he looks at you, seemingly pondering what you're saying. you look at him the whole time, pleading. he sighs. he's going to tell you.

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you look at the old building that seems to be deteriorating with each passing second. you straighten down your clothes (steve insisted you get properly showered and dressed) and take a deep breath. he's staying at a safe house in brooklyn. of course. it was so predictable and so him, you almost decided to leave. maybe you should let it end how it ended. what if this time it was worse? but you didn't have the luxury to think like that. it was over, but you needed him to remember you as the good times you shared, not that damned last time.

you enter the building and go up the stairs to the seventh floor, since there is no elevator.

when you reach his door, a green one who looked like if you blew on it it would fall down, you freeze. what are you even supposed to say to him? hi, bucky, sorry i told you she wouldn't be able to put up with you, insinuating that you are hard to love, hope everythings okay between us! ugh, you wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

you take another deep, slow breath, because you know otherwise he'll be able to hear you. then, you knock two times.

when the door opens he takes your breath away. this time not because he's gorgeous but because you're so scared that you fear you're going to pass out.

“what do you want?” he asks harshly. you feel tears prick your eyes but you blink them away.

“hear me out, please.”

“no, thank you.” he goes to close the door, but you swiftly get inside before he does. he slams the door behind him when he turns around to look at you, now inside the apartment, looking uncomfortable and out of place. “i told you i didn't want to hear you out.”

“just-”

“leave.”

“one second-”

“leave, y/n.”

“bucky-”

“oh, so now i'm bucky?” your lip wobbles.

“you're always bucky.”

“not last time we talked.”

“that's why i'm here.” he lifts his chin, looking at you with so much indifference you wonder if he ever looked at you with love in his eyes.

“i don't care to hear you explain yourself.” a tear escapes your eye. you dry it with your sleeve harshly. his face seems to soften for a second but then it goes back to its harshness.

“i'm not here- i'm not here to explain myself.” he looks at you.

“why are you here then?” you sigh.

“remember that time you took me to feed the ducks on that park?”

“yes. so?”

you smile softly as tears fall down your face.

“that was the time i told you i wanted to be your girlfriend. no one ever took me to such a silly date.” you chuckle softly. then you frown in pain looking at the floor now. he shifts his weight from one feet to the other, impatient.

“what's your point?”

“that's how i'd like you to remember me.”

“what?” you look at him. he's frowning.

“i know that the last time we talked i was… crazy. i just- i know theres no going back, but id like, for the sake of what we had, for you to not remember me like that.” you tell him. “because we were more than that.” the last word comes out broken to give way to a silent sob. you try to compose yourself. “I'm sorry. don't pay attention to that.” you give him a fake smile, which you know he can see right through.

“y/n-”

“okay, i'll leave. but… come back to the compound. i'll move out if you want me to, just, don't stay away from your friends just because of me.” you go to leave, walking past him, when he grabs your arm. when you turn around there are unshed tears in his eyes.

“i don't care about the compound. or about remembering you.” oh. you widen your eyes and heavy tears leave them.

“okay, i'm- i'm sorry for suggesting-”

“no.” you nod, understanding. “no, no.” he repeats. he grabs you by the shoulders and he crouches so he's eye level with you. “i don't want to have to remember you.”

you frown.

“but, bucky-”

“but i probably should.” he cuts you off.

“yeah,” you laugh humorlessly as you cry. “you should. i'm sorry. i never should've come here. i'm sorry.”

“stop saying sorry and explain to me what the hell happened.” you tilt your head.

“i… i got jealous.”

“that's it? that's why you hurt me?” he asks. you look down. this was it. he was giving you a chance. explain yourself like you never have before, you think to yourself.

“i never got why you were with me-”

“stop saying were. this could end today, but as of now, were still together.” you purse your lips. “hey, hey, its okay.” he says softly as he puts his hands on your cheeks and wipes the tears that begin falling again with his thumbs.

“im sorry-” he looks at you pointedly. you nod. “i just… i don't understand why you're with me. im not- im nothing like you.” you begin. he frowns. “you are kind and thoughtful and amazing and im- im not good like you.”

“what? y/n, you're the best person i know.”

“you can't still think that.” he looks at you honestly. he does? “see? you're so- and i'm so…”

“lets sit down.” he tells you and you both do, on the old couch thats near the window. he gestures for you to continue.

“i just- you'll never get it. and thank god you won't. but im not- im not a natural, you know? not like you, not like her.” you fidget with your hands. “you guys, the team, you like me because i'm fake. you wouldn't if you knew the real me. but i showed it to you pretty easily, i guess.” you laugh without a trace of humor. he frowns. then, he grabs your hand and caresses your knuckles. bucky takes a deep breath before speaking.

“y/n, i like- no, scratch that. i love you because i know you.” your face contorts in pain. you start crying heavily again. “hey, hey, come on baby, talk to me.”

“i just… she's so… perfect. for everyone, for you.”

“i don't want her, i want you.”

“you cant want me after what i said to you. i hurt you and i'll never forgive myself for that.”

“yes, you hurt me. but you were hurt too, i just didn't see it.”

“im so scared you'll wake up one day and realize there is so much more to the world than… me.” you sob and cover your face with your hands.

bucky pulls your hands away from you face and pulls you into his lap.

“listen to me.” he tells you firmly. “there is nothing more to the world than you. you are it for me, y/n. i love you.”

“bucky-” you hiccup. “i'm so sorry i said that about you. i promise you i just said it to you because i- i was lashing out. anyone would accept and love you, you are literally the most amazing-” hiccup, “person-” hiccup, “in the universe.”

he smiles softly at you and the unshed tears come back, but this time, he lets them fall.

“baby, listen to me. i love you. i'm not going anywhere.” you open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it. “and i forgive you. i promise you i don't resent you. i know what it's like to lash out when you're hurt.”

“bucky-” you sob against his chest.

“shh, baby, its okay.” he soothes you, rubbing comforting circles on your back. “it's okay, i got you.”

you take a shuddering breath and lift your head from his chest to look at him. you grab his face with both your hands.

“i promise you i'll never lash out again. im so sorry. i-” he gives you a pointed look. “i know. im not saying sorry anymore. sor-” you purse you lips and he lets out a laugh. then, he shakes his head incredulous and looks at you with so much adoration in his eyes you feel like you're going to pass out from all the love you feel for this man. “can i kiss you?” you ask him shyly.

“please.”

and so you do. the kiss is soft, vulnerable, you're telling him how sorry you are, how much you love him, and thats when you remember you didn't say it.

he whines when you pull away, something that makes you smile.

“bucky,”

“yeah, baby?”

“i love you. so much i feel like i'm going to throw up.” he lets out a loud laugh.

“i love you more, doll.”

you spend the rest of the day cuddled up on that couch in that old apartment, not ready to go to the compound yet. but you do send a text to steve before turning off your phone to spend time with the love of your life. you almost lost him, but you didn't, and as you lay in that old mattress on the floor, while he makes love to you and whispers of words of adoration and devotion fill your ears, you vow to him one thing. you'll always be his.

[mikanotes]

teach me ft. eunhyuk x gn!reader

genre: angst/comfort (?) established relationship (?) warnings: sweet home 3 spoilers, nothing much just not my best fic Sorry!!! possibly super ooc eunhyuk author’s note: not much insp so this isn’t my best! the season was pretty good though so. yeah! have this because i love eunhyuk and i missed him a lot.

summary: What do you do when the fight is over? When the person you were looking for comes back with half of his self missing?

“You know I could be of use to you, right?”

“How?”

You groan in annoyance, tilting your head back. The sky is clear and the streets are quiet. This doesn’t quite feel like the ultimate perfect ending, it doesn’t quite feel like peace, but it’s a kind of calm you won’t take for granted. You look back up and continue walking.

“You’re missing tons of emotions. Trust me, there’s no one better than me to help you relearn them.” you say, attempting a dramatic salesman kind-of tone but failing miserably. You hear Eunhyuk scoff and think it was a bit of a victory, anyways.

“That sounds believable.”

“It is!” you insist, jogging up to him, “I swear we were dating before you went off and died.”

“I know.”

“That’s insane. You— I mean, you didn’t forget things, so then you must know this isn’t how you treat the person you’re dating after not seeing them for over a year. Surely.”

Eunhyuk turns to look at you. “The person you’re dating? We’re still together?”

“I mean, it’s not like I ever gave up on you.” you say, crossing your arms. He stares at you blankly for a couple more seconds before looking ahead again.

“Sounds like a waste of time.”

You sigh and let your expression fall for a second before fixing it. When your gaze falls on Eunhyuk again, his own expression has changed ever-so-slightly. There’s a crease between his eyebrows and his eyes are squinting a little, with a familiar tilt of his head. Then he blinks and returns to this neutral expression of his. “Is it not?”

“What else do you have to do with your time?”

“Finding others—”

“—Like you. Sixteenth time you say this, by the way,” you scoff, walking ahead of him. “You’re starting to sound like a broken record.”

Your eyes are burning a little bit. No, none of this feels victorious. To hell with a final battle, with everyone escaping, with everything. Nothing has changed. All that’s good is Eunhyuk being alive and he only feels like half of himself.

The worst part is that he acts the same as he used to. To the detail. It’s so obviously him that it almost hurts— All his actions just miss the hidden emotions he always kept close to his heart. Now it all feels empty.

Eunhyuk says your name and your heart feels like it stops. Just for a moment. You turn to see him catch up to you and slow at your side.

“This thing,” he says, and pulls out a necklace from a pocket inside his coat, “It’s yours.”

You blink. “… Yeah. It is.”

He looks at the piece of jewelry, holding it up by the chain like some kind of random thing he found on the street, before tossing it around his hand and grabbing the pendant in his palm.

“She said to use memories to relearn emotions,” he recalls quietly, then turns to look at you, “What do you think?”

“You tell me. Do your memories help?”

“I remember caring about you.”

You stare at him dead in the eye and barely blink at all for a few seconds. He does, and tilts his head again.

“What is it?”

“Why am I the only one still in love? That’s really unfair.” you huff.

“Don’t cry.”

“I’m not.”

“I said I remember everything, why are you trying to fool me? You always made this exact same face when you tried to hold back your tears,” he states, “I know this much.”

You heave a deep sigh and crouch down on the ground, covering your face with your hands. He’s right. It’s starting to make you angry. It really is him. It’s as if part of you was still trying to believe it wasn’t really Eunhyuk, that he was pretending not to feel emotions anymore. But it really hits you this time, that he’s simply lost that part of himself. You should be grateful that’s all he lost in the process of his rebirth, but you miss him. You miss him so much it hurts.

“I told you not to cry,” he sighs, and the closeness of his voice indicates he moved to your level, “What’s the point?”

“I miss you.”

“I’m right here.”

You shake your head.

“…If it’s making you this sad, then alright. Help me relearn them. Emotions,” he says. You take a deep breath and look up slowly. He’s waiting, crouching in front of you, a casual expression on his bloody face. “I’m a quick learner.”

“Okay. I’m bad at teaching though, I totally lied earlier. Promise not to leave me.”

“I have no reason to anymore. Besides…” he trails off, gaze averting. “…”

Lee Eunhyuk is more confused than he’d like to admit. He doesn’t feel emotions anymore, and he doesn’t feel any attachment to them either. There’s little hints of them, however, here and there. He sees you in pain and there’s a slight discomfort in his chest, reminiscent of a time long gone. He sees that necklace and picture and wonders why he bothers carrying them around, still. He sees the road ahead of him and acknowledges that he’s… Just a bit lost.

What now?

“… It’s for the best I stay with you,” he says, blinks, then looks at you again, “I think.”

“You think?”

“That’s the best I can give you.” He smiles, a bit tightly, and the grimace you make in return before scoffing out a laugh tells him he must not be doing a great job at this whole thing. He gives up for now.

“Let’s find somewhere safe to stay first.”

“Anywhere is safe as long as you stay with me.”

You give him an expression of irritation that he doesn’t really understand and get up, immediately beginning to walk away. “Don’t say things like that! You’re making me hope! Shut up!”

He gets up slowly and follows you. “It’s true, though.”

“Shut up!”

[mochatsin]

WHEN THE BROTHERS MAKE MC CRY

The brother’s worst fear eventually comes true when their bad days and temper make them snap at the person they care about the most.

This is a request on AO3! Thank you for reading!

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Lucifer

It’s as if the universe was testing him when another stack of reports came by his desk today. Mammon’s debt collectors, bills from Beel’s last famine rampage, and complaints about the other’s behaviors…

This doesn’t even compare to the paperwork Diavolo had him prepare since there was an upcoming event next week. Lucifer’s patience is running thin and the moment he hears something break from the hallway, he’s had enough. 

He swings the door open to find that you accidentally dropped a cup of tea on the floor. It was his favorite cup too as he recognized the patterns on the broken shards. 

You noticed how stressed he’s been lately and you planned on surprising him with his favorite blend of tea, though you tripped on the way and dropped the cup. Before you could apologize however, Lucifer is already stomping his way towards you, clearly upset with your clumsiness. 

His two hour lectures are nothing compared to the three minutes he yelled at you. You didn’t like how he talked down on you after one accident. The demon seems too busy in his sermon to even notice the tears pooling in your eyes. 

It felt like he was undermining all your efforts that you’ve done around the house after just one simple screw up. It was frustrating to be treated like this when all you wanted to do was to help him. You’re the first being in centuries who dared walk out of Lucifer while he’s talking. 

Seeing how you turned your back on him only made him frustrated. “Hey, I’m not done speaking with you–” He tries to grab your arm but you slap it away, looking at him with tears streaming down your cheeks. 

It was enough to bring him out of his anger and look at you. Suddenly he’s realizing all the weight of his words, all the awful things he’s said to you that he never meant. He’s not quite sure how to take it back, not when his Pride makes it hard for him to do so. He hates how his sin made him just stand back and let you walk away crying.

Lucifer tried drowning himself in paperwork to punish himself, but the weight in his heart is too much. He needs to see your smile again. So he walks in your room and peeks to see if you’re still awake at this hour. 

He finds you trying to fix the broken cup back together with magic, and his heart shatters more than the glassware when he notices the cut or two on your finger from all your attempts. Without a moment's hesitation, he moves in quickly to hug you from behind. 

“You’ve done so much for us. We’ve taken more than we give back and I was a fool to say such awful words… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said those to you. There’s no excuse.” 

Lucifer left the paperworks undone on his desk. Tonight, his goal is to make sure that he sees you smile again and make up for his previous behavior. He’s not leaving your room until he’s sure that you’re okay again, and he promises to make sure he doesn’t lash out on you like that again.

Mammon

Mammon recently got a big fat check from his modeling gig, and what better way to spoil himself by doing one of his favorite things? Gambling. The minute he gets the money, he’s already on his way to the casino with a spring in his step. 

Of course Lucifer is not too happy with it since Mammon skipped his duties to make dinner for all of them tonight just to go out and waste his money. So you volunteered to go fetch him since he usually listens to you out of everyone. 

He was too far gone in the fun by the time you got there. The winning, the Grimm, it’s all intoxicating. It’s hard to convince Mammon to let go of the cards and chips in his hands as soon as he has them, but you insisted anyway. 

You mean well of course, you just don’t want him to see him gamble away all his earnings and deal with the debt afterwards, added with Lucifer’s punishments for ditching his duties. But Mammon saw it as your attempt to cut his fun short.

“You’re only sayin’ that cuz you’ll think I’ll lose huh?!” Mammon snaps as he turns to you with a growl in his tone. “You don’t have to baby me all the damn time! If you’re just gonna be some killjoy like Lucifer then get lost!” He yells. And he immediately regrets it as soon as he sees the hurt in your eyes. 

You stomp out of the casino and Mammon took his time to process what he just said to you. He didn’t even have the energy to celebrate his earnings when they announced that he won the round this time. So he packed up and ran after you, hoping to catch up before he could even lose sight “MC! Wait!” 

None of the punishments he’s received in his life hurt as much as seeing you cry because of his own words the moment you turned around and he saw your tears. “I-i didn’t mean what I said back there MC… My life has been a hell of a ride ever since you came here and I can’t even begin to think what it’s like when you’re gone. Please don’t go…” 

Mammon drops all that defensiveness, not calling you any dumb nicknames like he usually does. These were the rare times that Mammon was being straightforward and genuine about his feelings. 

He has a grin bigger than when he wins a game of poker as soon as you wrap your arms around him, your way of saying that you forgive him. He hugs you back so tightly that he practically lifts you off your feet. 

“Come on! Let’s have some fun tonight. I’ll make it up to ya” He offers now that he has some Grimm in his pockets. You don’t really have a say in this because he wants to make you smile at the end of the night.

You did have to report back to the House. Lucifer is quite upset that Mammon forgot about his duties to cook for them so as punishment, he makes Mammon take them out to Ristorante Six. Beel’s appetite was enough to make the poor wallet empty again. 

Levi

Being a human exchange meant you had a lot on your plate to do. There’s events almost every week, you have to take part in a lot of important meetings and on top of that, you’re practically the babysitter for all the Avatars. 

Normally Levi is understanding when you had to cancel your anime marathon with him, but this is the 3rd time this week! Levi is starting to miss having you around. 

It was an important event that you needed to help organize whilst keeping up with your studies. You’re exhausted by the time you come home from RAD and you bump into Levi on your way to your room. 

He asked if you’d be free to watch the new season of an anime with such a ridiculously long title you can’t even remember half of it. You said that you’re tired and you were going to sleep, and Levi just scoffs since he’s clearly upset. 

Levi eventually starts complaining about how you never spare time for him anymore and it’s irritating, especially since you hang out more with his brothers and not him. Despite your attempts to explain that the brothers are helping you organize the event, jealousy can be quite irrational.

It eventually leads to a fight in the hallway of your bedroom and Levi just won't budge at all. You got so frustrated, angry tears started making their way down your cheeks. Levi was in the middle of ranting when he finally saw that you were crying and he stopped, his anger turning into panic. 

“I-i… MC? No no no wait i didn’t mean—” he tried to reach out to you but you slammed the door of your room by his face. Asmo stepped out of his room, ready to complain on why he’s hearing so much yelling it’s interrupting his skin care routine. But he stopped when he saw Levi crying outside in the hallways. 

Asmo tried to be comforting to his older brother, though when he said “if you don’t man up and apologize you might lose them!” He just made Levi cry harder. It stings, but Levi knows that Asmo has a point. 

Levi was waiting out your door for probably 20 minutes, struggling to even step closer. What if you don’t want to see him anymore? What if he just makes things worse? But he tries to fight through his fears for you and knocks quietly on it. 

All his self-depreciative thoughts went up tenfold when he saw the tear stained cheeks and red eyes as soon as you opened the door. He hates how he made you feel miserable and he wants to punch himself in the gut for it, but he tries to speak the words he’s been rehearsing in his head before he chickens out and cries in front of you. 

“I know you’ve b-been busy… I shouldn’t have made you f-feel worse than you already do. Even heroes need to rest at the checkpoint too…” Levi is wracked with guilt, but he did his best and faced his fear of confrontation. 

Levi just wants your company, it doesn’t have to be in his room watching anime or gaming. He can just stay by your side quietly while you rest on the bed, occasionally mumbling a small “sorry” from time to time as he watches over you while you sleep. 

Satan

As much as he wants to control his Wrath, there’s always days where his sin takes over his rationality and he’s too blind in his anger to even think straight. The brothers have warned you not to be near him when he’s angry, and maybe you should’ve heeded their warnings this time. 

He wants to be known for his intellect, not his anger. So sometimes he would correct other demons when they make a common mistake. Teachers may find that annoying when they get told they’re wrong in the middle of class discussion, though he is relentless in informing them. 

Satan normally doesn’t get ticked off that easily, but a teacher thought it would be a wonderful idea to push his buttons by calling him a derivative of Lucifer. Clearly it didn’t end well when you find the ceiling of your classroom collapses, with Satan in full demon form who’s too busy trying to strangle the life out of the teacher. 

Every student evacuated the classroom immediately while others went to inform Lucifer or Diavolo about the incident. You stayed behind because you were determined to help Satan however you can, you didn’t want to leave him behind like this. 

The problem with his Wrath is that when he reaches this level of anger, it’s hard to talk him out of it. You try to reassure him that he’s nothing like what the teacher said to him. You know how being called as such is a sore spot to Satan. But he snaps back at you, snarling through gritted teeth. 

His anger was blinding and he would lash out anyone, you’re not spared from his wrath. He yells at you about how you can never empathize with him. About how a mere human like you can never understand how frustrating it is to be compared to someone else all the time, much less be called the wrong name. 

Lucifer managed to barge in the classroom, in full demon form as well. His presence agitated the Avatar of Wrath, but Lucifer is the only one who can actually stop him. Just as Satan was about to pounce and claw his face, Lucifer grabs him by the wrist “Stop. You’re scaring MC” and it’s enough to make him snap out of his anger when Satan finally looked at you and saw the tears in your face. 

Satan of all people should’ve known how wrong he was. Ever since the brothers found out about your celestial ancestry, Satan could clearly see how it makes you uncomfortable whenever they accidentally call you Lilith. You both can confide in each other whenever these things happen, and now he regrets lashing out on you like that and used something so personal against you. 

Satan spent his time trying to think of how to apologize to you instead of listening to Lucifer’s lecture after his outburst. He wasn’t even spared from his brother’s yelling after they learned how Satan made you cry, but he knows well how he deserved it. 

Satan wanted to apologize to you and he had all his words ready in his head as he waited for the door of your room to open but as soon as it did, he saw the red puffy eyes on your face after crying so much. That well-prepared apology was thrown out the window and he’s at loss for words. Satan felt guilty and all he wants is to hug you right now, but he’s too afraid he might hurt you again. 

“I… I shouldn’t have said all of that. I, of all people, should have been more sensitive to you when it comes to this. My wrath is no excuse for my words… I just hope that you could forgive me. I promise, I’ll never lash out like that on you ever again.” He’s full of remorse as he apologizes.

Satan asks his brothers that if he should ever fall into a rampage like that again, they should always prioritize your safety over himself. He’d rather not let you get hurt like this again, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you happy.

Asmo

There was recently a poll on a website that lets the audience choose who’s more beautiful. Asmo was absolutely confident he would win this poll because as the most beautiful being in all realms, it should be a guarantee right? 

Surprisingly, the results showed that Asmo tied second place. The brothers were of course shocked when they considered the number of fans that Asmo has, but what was more concerning is how they haven’t heard from the demon ever since the results. 

In your search, you find him in the club drinking shots after shots in the bar. It’s clear that he’s very upset, when Asmo always expects himself to be the number one at these sorts of things. This is the one thing he’s confident in, so being second puts him in a bad mood.

You try to cheer him up and bring him home so he can sober up. You did your best to make him smile by singing all the praises he’d normally want to hear, but he’s too drunk and down with his own misery to even care. Your words fall on deaf ears.

To Asmo, you sound like you’re just trying to butter him up and it’s making him feel worse. So he turns at you and snaps. Normally he’s whiney when he’s upset, but it’s different when alcohol is added in the mix. 

The Demonus let his tongue loose and he spat out venom nonstop at your direction with his words. He may not be as physically aggressive as his brothers when agitated, but he knows where to hit it where it hurts when someone upsets him. 

All of his words hit the bullseye, and Asmo realized what he just said as soon as he saw the tears in your eyes pooling. “W-wait MC…” He tries to reach out for you, though the alcohol left him a bit disoriented and wobbly. He’s in no shape to run after you and watched helplessly as you left the bar. 

One of his brothers had to pick him up instead. Lucifer had half the mind to punish Asmo by dragging him by the foot all the way back to the house for making you cry, but once he saw how his brother was a sobbing mess after what he did, he decided that it’s already a punishment in itself and helped Asmo sober up. 

Asmo had to clean himself up and get all the alcohol out of his system before he faces you, though there’s not gonna be enough makeup that could hide the redness in his eyes from all the crying. 

He’s already on the verge of tears again by the time he faces you. “Darling… I don’t like seeing you sad like this. Let me make it up to you, I want to be the reason you’re smiling again.”

Asmo spends the night pampering you. No innuendos or anything of the sort. He wants to show you how much he appreciates you by doing what he does best by treating you like nobility. You spend the entire night in his room and you’re not leaving until Asmo is done spoiling you with all the affection he could possibly give. 

Beel

Beel is never usually one to snap at anyone, it’s rare to ever see him be angry about anything since he’s one of the sweetest brothers. The only exception to that is his uncontrollable hunger for food, that’s when it becomes a problem. 

His training didn’t go so well and his coach is trying to make him focus on the workout, though his growling stomach is making it very difficult for him to listen. 

On top of that, finding the fridge cursed by Lucifer as punishment for failing his last test so Beel can’t open the door and he’s going to have to wait until dinner is made. That just made his mood hit rock bottom. 

His mind is screaming to just eat, eat, eat because he’s starting to feel absolutely famished. He can’t wait for dinner anymore and he’s inches away from just consuming the contents of his bag when you walk in the living room.

You had a bag of chips that you recently got from the human realm, and whenever you started feeling a bit homesick you cope by eating something familiar. You missed the taste of food that didn’t have the words “Devil” or “Hell” in it that’s accompanied with crazy flavors. 

Beel wasn’t thinking when he suddenly made a beeline straight towards you and snatched the snack out of your hands. It’s only natural that you’d protest and eventually it leads to the both of you fighting. 

When you tried to snatch the snack back, Beel ended up shoving you with too much force than he intended. He watched in horror when you fell down and he expected that you’d yell back at him out of anger, but his heart broke when he saw that you started crying instead. 

Beel dropped the chips and lifted you up in his arms before you could even have a say, hugging you close and muttering several apologies as he buried his face by your shoulder. “No… no i didn’t mean to hurt you…”

He’s crying with you, ignoring the monstrous roaring of his stomach as he holds you, patting your back as gently as he could to comfort you. He’s not the best with words, but he’s a real good hugger. If you let him, he’ll kiss away your tears.

Beel waits until you’ve stopped crying before he puts your back down on the floor, picking up the snacks that he dropped and handing it over to you without hesitation. Even though he needs it more, he’d rather not upset you any further. “… i’m sorry, i was being selfish and took it from you. I know how human snacks are important to you after all…” 

You know how Beel loses his rationality whenever hunger takes the reel, and you can see it in his eyes that he regrets his actions whenever he starts to lose control from his sin. Beel has a smile back on his face as soon as you forgive him, and he promises to never lay a hand on you like that ever again. 

Luckily the curse on the fridge doesn’t apply to you as a loophole, so you grab him a few snacks that could help him last until dinner time. Though that meant he emptied the fridge, and Lucifer is struggling to understand how it’s come to this since the curse is still in effect. 

Belphie

Belphie can hardly remember what he was even upset about anymore. He just remembered waking up already quite pissed and the day was just getting worse. Maybe it’s just those days where he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed. 

His built up tardiness record in the student council meetings forced Barbatos to consider measures that would keep Belphie indoors, such as locking the room so he can’t sneak out like he normally does. If he tries to fall asleep on his pillow, it would immediately harden like cement.

Belphie’s mood is sour, he just wants to recharge himself on his comfortable bed but Lucifer partnered both of you for a task so he’s not free yet. As soon as the meeting is over, he immediately makes his way home but you try to stop him because there’s still some work to do. 

He ignores you and continues to walk, but you’re adamant on getting him to stay and work together because this isn’t something you can do all by yourself. It’s enough to irritate Belphie to the point that he lets all of today’s frustrations out on you. 

He doesn’t care what he says if it means he’ll finally be alone with some peace and quiet. When he gets irritated and fatigued, his words can be quite harsher than usual and he wouldn’t care how snippy he could get.

Beel is the one who spots you two fighting and he tries to make his twin stop before he says anything worse, though it seems he’s too late as soon as they both see the tears pooling down your face as you leave to do your work without Belphie.

Belphie felt awful and tried to pass it off as the fatigue just getting to him, ignoring his twin’s pleas in asking him to apologize to you. The youngest can be quite spoiled and stubborn after all. He wants to get some rest, even the gardens can do the trick as long as he gets some shut eye.

Though that sleep he wanted never came, he’s too restless with the guilt. Whenever he tries to close his eyes, he remembers the sad look on your face as you cried. It kept haunting him as it replayed over and over in his head. 

Normally he would give the other party the silent treatment, but he knows this time how wrong he is. He walks around the campus, hoping that you haven’t left yet. Belphie finds you alone in the classroom, doing the work he was supposed to be helping you in. The little sniffles echoing the empty walls is enough to break his heart.

You were so busy trying to distract yourself with work that you didn’t notice Belphie’s presence until you saw him lending you a hand with the work. The silence between you two was deafening until he spoke up, “I know I can be an asshole. You can be mad at me all you want but… let me make it up to you.” 

With his help, you two were able to complete your task despite the rough start. You were offering him a high five now that everything’s finished, but instead Belphie pulls you in for a hug before he mumbles countless of apologies under his breath. He never wants to make you cry again.

[nova-is-a-writer-now]

Hidden embers

Chapter 3

Chapter summary: Joel needs help with his yard, you need help with figuring your feelings out

A/N: Im so excited you guys have been liking this!! last chapter was a good one, but this is my favorite so far. I also started a tag list so if y’all want to be part of that comment down here <3 Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: No outbreak AU, Age gap, DBF!Joel, Mean!Joel if you squint, some accidental physical contact lol, sexual tension but no smut

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“You can’t spend your whole summer doing nothing. You should really find something productive to do while you’re back home.”

Four years of college, every summer break, and most holidays spent working to cover tuition and other expenses—a lifetime of never catching a break until now—and that’s what your mother tells you after just two weeks of "doing nothing"?

You knew this was coming. It was only a matter of time before she decided to insert herself into your life and dictate your every move. It’s nothing you haven’t dealt with before. “I’ve been helping out around the house,” you say, trying to sound casual.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she says with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, “that’s not what I meant. You can’t be locked up in here all day. People will think you’re wasting your life away. I’ve been asking around at the town’s pageant commission, and they would be absolutely delighted to have you around to help us organize this year’s Teen Country Queen Pageant.”

There it was. Nothing your mother did was ever for anyone’s interests other than herself. If she had no interest in parading you around her pageant organizer friends, you were absolutely sure she couldn’t care less what you did with your days.

Right on cue, just before you’re about to give her a piece of your mind, your dad walks in. “What’s the long face for?”

“Oh, Hank, great! You can back me up here. I was telling her she needs to find something to do with her days. All this lazing around can’t be good for her. My friends at the—”

“Actually, I was thinking the exact same thing,” your dad says, surprising both of you.

“Really?” you ask incredulously. For all his flaws, your dad has never been one to meddle in your affairs.

“Yeah, Joel has been complaining about his front and back yard looking like shit since Cindy left.”

“Hank! Language!” your mom’s voice rises to that ear-shattering pitch she uses when she’s trying to be stern.

“Sorry, looking terrible since Cindy left,” your dad corrects himself, laughing it off. Sometimes he forgets he can only be that relaxed when he’s alone with you; your mom is a whole different ballgame.

“Um… Cindy?” you ask, drawing a blank on the name.

“The ex-wife. That’s not the point, kiddo. The point is he’s been whining about it for the longest time but is always too lazy to figure out gardening by himself. Then I remembered you were in the gardening club back in high school. It’d be nice of you to offer him some help. Poor man doesn't know how to keep a cactus alive.”

“Dad, that was ages ago. I don’t know if I remember much of it anyway. I only joined for my college applications,” you retort.

“It’s just a few plants and flowers here and there. How hard can it be? He even said he bought everything he should need for it but never got ‘round to actually doing it, so it’s all laid out for ya.”

Your choices were clear: spend however long it took to finish Joel’s yard while pretending you don’t have a massive crush on your dad’s best friend, or run around town with your mom organizing a beauty pageant. The decision wasn’t hard at all.

“I’ll go over and check it out.”

The walk to Joel’s house should’ve been short—barely a five-minute stroll up the road—but a nasty crack in the pavement had other plans. You were so lost in your thoughts today that you missed it entirely, stepping right into the trap.

Alright, maybe it wasn’t just today. You’ve been in your head ever since you first saw Joel standing at the bottom of your stairs. The way his hands had gripped your arms, steadying you, had left an imprint that you couldn’t seem to shake. And now, here you were, back in that same position, your mind consumed by this man who seemed to be as bad for your sanity as he was for your attention span.

So what should’ve been a walk up the road turned into a drawn-out pause as you sat on the sidewalk, waiting for the sharp pain in your twisted ankle to dull.

About ten minutes later, you finally make it to Joel’s lawn. You brace yourself to climb his porch stairs, pretending your ankle wasn’t bothering you, when you notice his garage door open. You hadn’t seen him from your previous angle, but as you got closer, the view of Joel's back muscles came into frame. And what a view that was. He was leaning over his truck, completely absorbed on whatever needed fixing under that hood.

For a moment, you just stand there, staring at the way his shirt clings to the sweat glistening on his skin. It takes a few seconds to remember that it isn’t socially acceptable to ogle someone from their front lawn, so you clear your throat and take a few more steps toward him.

“Hey” he greeted you, looking up from his work.

“Hey, yourself” you say back, playing it as cool as you could. It wasn’t a particularly hot day, but Joel's face glisten with sweat, as do his arms and you don’t not even want to think about what’s going on under that t-shirt.

“Come to pay me a visit?” he asked with a smirk

“My dad didn’t tell you? I’m your gardener for the day… or however long it takes to make your front lawn and back yard pretty.”

Joel’s response is a breathy laugh, followed by him dropping his head between his forearms resting on the truck.“My gardener, huh?” he finally brings his eyes back up to meet yours. “Your daddy don’t know how to mind his own business, do he, sweetheart?”

Let’s unpack that. This motherfucker didn’t just throw in a new pet name you’d be replaying in your mind at any random moment of the day, but he also said it in that tone he seems to reserve only for you—or so you hoped, at least.

And that other word coming from his lips… you were aware people in the south used it more casually, without the connotation it had in your mind, but the way it sounded coming from him…

Oh, it made you think of a million ways Joel Miller could say the word Daddy in plenty of different contexts.

You quickly drop your gaze, hoping to hide the intense blush creeping up your cheeks. “I uh… I’m afraid not.”

The sound of his boots on the garage floor pulls you back to reality as he steps closer. “You don’t gotta do this, y’know?” His tone shifts, becoming more serious. “It’s no big deal, I’ll get to this mess eventually.”

You look up at him once again, more desperate than you’d like to admit. “Joel, I’ve been cooped up in my house with my mother and her pageant friends for weeks now. Please, give me an excuse to be anywhere else.”

A chuckle. You could live for those, make it your entire profession to earn them. You really need to calm the fuck down and get a grip if you were to spend the entire day around this man.

“Alright, then. If it’ll make you happy, I’m not gonna say no” says before turning back into the garage. He returns with a small crate filled with gardening tools and a few potted plants, setting them down on the grass. “Got most of what you’ll need here. Not much, but it’s a start.” His gaze drops to your ankle. “You doin’ alright? You’re limping.”

You wave off his concern, not wanting to admit just how much your ankle is actually bothering you. “It’s nothing, just a little misstep on my way here . I’m fine, really.” You flash him a smile you hope is convincing enough.

Joel studies you for a moment longer, then nods. “Alright, but if it gets to be too much, you let me know, okay? Last thing I need is you hurtin’ yourself on my account.”

“Deal,” you lie. There’s no way in hell you’re backing out of this now.

He gestures toward the mess of overgrown grass, weeds, and flower beds that haven’t seen attention in who knows how long. “I guess that’s the worst of it. Clearing out the weeds should leave enough space for these plants. Don’t overthink it, I trust your instincts.”

You take your first good look at the pots he brought from the back of the garage. “Oh, daisies! They’re my favorite.” You glance up at him, sweetness lacing your tone.

He pauses, something unreadable passing over his face. “ ‘Course they are.” He says, the corners of his mouth tugging up a bit. “Well, let me know if you need anything else. I'll be working over there.”

With Joel back under the hood, you set to work on the lawn. Despite the dull throb in your ankle, you find a steady rhythm in the repetitive motions—pulling out stubborn roots, digging small holes for the flowers, and patting down the soil around them. It’s oddly satisfying, watching the neglected garden start to come to life under your hands. You’ve always had a knack for taking rugged things and making them pretty.

Every so often, you glance over at Joel, who’s completely engrossed in whatever he’s tinkering with under the hood. The way his muscles flex as he works, the concentration etched on his face and how it makes him look a lot more serious than he ever is when talking to you—it’s hard to not get distracted.

There’s something about him, something that pulls you in despite your better judgment, despite every self-preservation instinct in you. Maybe it’s the way he makes you feel grounded, even when your mind is spinning out of control. It’s such a foreign concept for you, you’ve always been the one who has to defuse tensions, be the bigger person, manage the chaos. It’s never like that with Joel.

You’re careful to keep your ankle steady, not wanting to give Joel any more reason to worry. But as the hours pass and the sun climbs higher, you can feel the strain starting to build. Ever the overachiever, you push through it, there isn’t much left to get done in the front lawn anyway.

By the time you’ve planted the last of the daisies, you’re more than a little proud of yourself. There are still a few bare spots here and there and a handful of marigold pots waiting to be planted, but the lawn is starting to look less like a jungle and more like somewhere you’d actually want to spend time in. You wipe your brow, satisfied.

Joel must’ve noticed you slowing down because he calls out from where he’s working, “How’re you holding up? You thirsty?”

You hadn’t realized how parched you were until he mentioned it. “Yeah, a drink sounds good.”

Joel gives you a quick once-over, his eyes lingering on your ankle for a moment longer than you’d like. But he doesn’t say anything as he leads the way into the house, holding the door open for you.

The cool air inside is a welcome relief from the midday sun, and you sigh as you step into the kitchen. Joel pulls a couple of glasses from the cupboard and fills them with ice water, handing one to you. You take a sip, feeling the cold liquid soothe your dry throat.

You lean against the counter, trying to take some weight off your bad ankle. But as soon as you shift your weight, a sharp pain shoots up your leg, and you can’t hold back the small whine that escapes your lips.

Joel’s eyes snap to yours, his brow furrowing with concern. “You sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, Joel. I’m fine,” you insist, even though you know you’re not fooling him. “It’s just—”

“ ‘S that why you’re whining every time you put weight on it?”

“It’s just a bit sore. Don’t—”

Before you can finish, Joel’s on you in a flash, closing the distance between you. He’s careful but firm as he lifts you effortlessly, setting you down on the kitchen counter. “Let me see.”

“Joel, really, it’s not a big deal,” you start to protest, but the look he gives you silences any argument you might have had.

“Humor me,” he says, his voice low and steady. There’s a note of authority there that makes your heart race. There’s no disobeying him when he uses that tone.

You sigh dramatically, letting him gently take your injured ankle in his hands. His touch is warm, and the way his fingers graze your skin sends shivers down your spine. He inspects your ankle with a seriousness that makes your heart flutter, his brows knitted in concentration.

“This is more than a ‘little misstep,’” he looks back up, his eyes stern and serious. He slowly drops your leg, turning back to reach into the freezer and pull out a pack of frozen peas. He presses it against your ankle, holding it there with one hand while his other hand lingers on your calf.

It doesn’t take long for his thumb to start brushing up and down in a way that feels more comforting than it should. He starts adding a little pressure to his touch, the lingering touch from before turning into a massage up and down your calf.

Your breath catches as you look down at him, the way he’s so focused on taking care of you. The tenderness in his touch is at odds with the roughness of his hands, and the combination is making it hard to think straight. It’s even harder to keep the little sounds his touch arises in you contained, some of them escaping out of your parted lips despite your best efforts.

“Joel,” you start, your voice softer now, almost hesitant.

He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken. His hand is still on your leg, his face overtaken by a dark expression you hadn’t seen on him until now.

For a moment, neither of you says anything. The air between you feels charged, like something unspoken is hovering just out of reach. You can feel it in the way his grip on your leg tightens ever so slightly, in the way his breathing seems to sync with yours.

And then, as if realizing where his hand is, Joel slowly pulls back. “I should get you back home, let you rest that ankle.”

You frown slightly, the way he spoke such a stark contrast to the tenderness of his touch still lingering on your leg. “I’m alright. I’m gonna have to be kneeling down for most of what’s left anyways, so I won’t be putting any weight on it.”

“No, it’s best if you just go. I’ll sort the lawn out later.”

The words hit you like a bucket of cold water. You’re left staring at him, confused by the sudden shift in his demeanor. Normally, your pride would keep you from asking, but something about Joel makes it impossible to let this go. “Did I… do something wrong?”

Joel pauses, his eyes softening for a split second before his expression hardens again. “No, you're fine. Thank you for your help, but I’m taking you home.”

He doesn’t leave room for discussion as he brushes past you, heading into the living room to grab his truck keys. Your chest tightens, the shame of the moment crashing down on you all at once.

Except… you didn’t do anything wrong. You weren’t the one who was running her hands up and down his body, or pulling him close and throwing him on the counter like it was nothing. He did all that. He made you feel like something more was happening, and now he’s treating you like some desperate girl who threw herself at him, needing to be ushered out of his house as quickly as possible.

The ache in your heart is quickly overshadowed by a fiery rage, building more and more with each passing second. You turn sharply in the kitchen, your mind made up as you march toward the open door leading to the garage.

“Don’t bother,” you snap, your voice cutting through the silence as you head for the exit.

“What?” Joel turns around just in time to see you storming out.

You don’t even answer him, your steps quickening even as pain shoots up your leg with every movement.

“The hell are you doin’? You can’t walk home with that busted ankle,” he calls after you, his tone much harsher than it was just moments ago.

You laugh bitterly, not bothering to look back. This man clearly doesn’t know you and your stubborn ass well enough yet. “Oh, I’ll fucking live.”

Without another word, you push through the pain, taking it one torturous step at a time. Each step feels like defiance, a middle finger to your own pride and to Joel’s sudden coldness. But it’s better this way—better to feel the sharp sting in your ankle than the dull ache in your heart. The whole way home, you curse yourself for being so goddamn stubborn, even as the fiery rage keeps you moving forward.

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[acehoons]

zb1 getting jealous . . !

☆! ot9 x gn!reader. fluff. not proofread. requested.

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a/n: hi, i’m back! sorry for taking an unannounced hiatus, i wasn’t feeling too well the past few week. anyway, keep sending requests! i’ll get to them asap.

% . . kim jiwoong

pouty pouty pouty

probably turns into a whiny man-baby to capture your attention

you won’t have to guess if this man’s jealous

he will let you KNOW

not too territorial

but will not hesitate to throw hands if he sees anyone being too handsy to you

more utc.

you’d be having a regular conversation outside with a coworker

and this man would be behind you in 0.5 seconds

with his hands on your waist and chest pressed against your back

might also be a little petty

gives little hints when he talks

“yeah MY S/O is great. mhm.” “MY S/O does that, too.”

lmao this man is not gonna get his hands off of you even after you get home

good luck

% . . zhang hao

THE PETTIEST

boy… where do we even start!!

probably gets real cautious when anyone tries to be flirty or touchy with you

will stare at the person you’re talking too the entire time

if looks could kill that person would be on the floor, decomposed

get’s real antsy, too

you’d be talking to a coworker during a company event you and hao attended

he won’t keep his eyes off the two of you, for sure

will probably get a little upset at you for not noticing the other person’s advances

“did you even SEE him? he was flirting with you!”

he means no harm, he’s just protective

and he just wants to make sure that you’re putting up proper boundaries for both yourself and your relationship

give him a lil kiss and a promise that he’s the only guy you want

and he’ll be okay

hao can be ur lil drama queen sometimes

% . . sung hanbin

i don’t think hanbin gets jealous a lot!

he’s pretty secure with his relationship with you so

what’s there to be jealous about?

but there are times where he finds himself a little envious

especially when you spend a lot of time with a certain friend or coworker

it’s a feeling he vocalizes with you a lot

when you get home from lunch with the alleged coworker, hanbin wastes no time to talk to you about it

“i’m sorry, i just overthink sometimes..”

and you’re grateful for it because you can reassure him that he’s the only guy you’ve got your eye on

a few hugs and kisses and a netflix marathon with you and he’s good to go!

hanbin the greenest flag to ever exist

% . . seok matthew

i feel like matthew doesn’t get jealous for real a lot

he mostly uses it to act cute so he can get attention from you

like he’s not actually jealous,

but if him pouting gets him extra cuddle time before bed then, why not?

he’ll take advantage of your weakness to his puppy eyes, too

you’d be on the phone with your best friend

when he comes up to you, pouting and asking for attention

you’d try to tell him you’re busy with your friend, and he pouts even harder

too late, you’re a goner now

you’d pretend to hate it, but honestly you don’t mind that you can’t say no to this man

“hehe. thank you babyyyy~”

whipped fr

% . . kim taerae

this man is a little 50/50

sometimes he’ll get jealous, sometimes he wont

i think it depends

if it’s with your close friends, he’ll let his guard down

but with strangers and people he doesn’t know well, he can be a little cautious as well

like if you have to talk with someone you’re not close to privately

he doesn’t like it

not because he doesn’t trust you or whatever

he’s just very anxious

interrogates you right after

“what did he say? did he hit on you? he knows you have a boyfriend right?”

just assure him that everything’s fine and there is nothing to worry about

and he’ll be ok

% . . shen quanrui

if jealousy was a person, it would be named shen ricky

gets jealous SO EASILY

but doesn’t say it!

he actually feels bad for feeling jealous over the littlest things so he ends up bottling all of his emotions :((

like even when you’re only talking to a close friend

he can’t help but to feel a little jealous

tries to hide it

“i’m okay, seriously baby it’s not a big deal.”

but through his facial expression and mannerisms, you can immediately tell that he’s feeling upset

so you almost always try to comfort him by including him in the conversations with your friends

and holding his hands even when you’re all out with your friends

it helps him a little

but if he ever keeps on overthinking you’re always willing to reassure him

and he’s very thankful for it

% . . kim gyuvin

i feel like gyuvin’s not the jealous type either

gyuvin’s very comfortable in your relationship so jealousy is almost never an option

but! that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen!

it’s incredibly rare, but gyuvin can feel a bit jealous sometimes

whenever he notices you paying a bit too much attention on a male friend he’s introduced to you

won’t make a big fuss about it

but will let you know that he’s not feeling okay with the situation

“i just feel like he’s trying to hit on you or something…”

so in return you respect his wishes by pushing the alleged friend away

it’s alright though, he’s got nothing to worry about

% . . park gunwook

i have a feeling that gunwook may be a little dense at times in terms of a relationship

so a jealous gunwook is rare

because he absolutely does not even notice any ill intentions of anyone towards you

a stranger would be asking directions and talking to you on the street

trying to hit you up and flirting with you

and gunwook would just

let it happen???

thinking that the guy is just friendly

but when he asks for your number, the pieces click in gunwook’s head

“sorry, (s)he’s got a boyfriend.”

he’d smile at the guy and pull you away

you’d admire his reaction, praising him for not overreacting or making a scene

and he’d tell you that there’s no need for it

because he knows you won’t hurt him

% . . han yujin

yujin gets jealous quite often as well

but not in a toxic way or whatever

he’s just very protective of you

especially when you talk to people he doesn’t like

you’d be talking with an alleged bully at school

he’d stumble upon both of you in the halls and immediately alarms would start blaring inside his head

practically sprinting, he interrupts your conversation, pulling you away from the guy

you’d be a little upset at how rude he was but he’d tell you that the guy definitely deserves it

“don’t talk to him, he’s bad news. like bad bad.”

he’s not territorial or possessive

he just worries that people might abuse your kindness

and to him, that is not okay

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[hyewka]

STRICTLY PLATONIC [teaser] | choi beomgyu

SUMMARY. fucking your best friend was supposed to be a one time thing in the hopes of relinquishing feelings for your ex, but a one time turned into a weekly and cuddles after sex are way too intimate for your liking. but beomgyu insists that he’d never catch feelings for you, that he’s experienced in these types of arrangements. he still saw you as his best friend! it was totally only platonic for you too… right?

GENRE. smut, fluff, angst, college au, a hyewka fic with plot and structure.. sort of

TEASER WARNINGS. nothing explicit just some marking lol

AUTHOR NOTE. the dream fwb fic ive been wanting to write for ages so thank you to the ask i recently replied to as it was the main motivator for this 😭 this is going to be a long one so we're going the traditional route with a teaser, im opening a tag list so if you wish to be added send an ask or comment!

You’ve never seen Choi Beomgyu in a different light. That’s what you liked about him, that everything was so… constant. Your life could crash and burn but hey, Beomgyu was still Beomgyu— your friendship was a variable in your life that stayed undeniably the exact same.

You know, until you allowed him to fuck your brains out.

Even the sole fact that you have given the thought of Beomgyu being a ‘sex symbol’ has you quivering out of sheer horror— Beomgyu… has never been a sex symbol. Sure, he fucked around, and has a reputation and yeah sure, he was crazy hot when he isn’t showing signs of extreme sleep deprivation …but you’ve just never seen him in that light.

And to have let it simmer in your thoughts for longer than a second, makes you just a tinge hesitant in letting the silly goof pull you into the dancing crowd. You whine, “I’m tired Beomgyu! My heels are killing me.”

He either doesn’t hear over the blasting music or isn’t going to give it up because he pulls you in anyway, crashing your head right into his chest and you let out an instinctual ouch at the hard surface. Your eyes are wide looking up at him, sputtering out an unbelievable sentence. “Have you—have you been working out?”

His grin widens, holding up your arm to guide at feeling out his biceps. “Every now and then.” He doesn’t mind the minute it takes you to actually feel every muscle through his shirt, in fact he’s relishing in your sudden pique of interest in his body.

Whether he’s flexing them or not doesn’t show in his face—he looks completely relaxed and you finally admit—Beomgyu is getting toned.

“Why? You hate working out.” You could barely muffle those words with the way he had you engulfed in his arms, leaning his head in your neck, swaying side to side as if the song blasting was off of Taylor Swift’s Lover and not a Lil Wayne remix.

And he hasn’t even gotten a drop of alcohol yet.

But it’s true, Beomgyu hated the gym. Like, even more than you did. Which is a testament in and of itself.

He pulls away from the crook of your neck, a pout on his lips. “Didn’t you say your type was muscular men? At Halloween weekend?”

Halloween weekend was a year ago, the first frat party you managed to get into with the help of Beomgyu’s friend, Jake. You barely remember anything from it. Other than the occasional retells of the nights by Yunjin’s words, which are always a different version of the same story... so a not very credible source. “I mean, I guess they are. But what does that have to do with anything?”

“I don’t know, just saying. Jaehyun was suuper muscly.” Okay, the random mention of your ex…maybe he had some drop of alcohol.

“Are you drunk?”

“You took too long to come back, lost at beer pong.”

“How many shots?” you interrogate.

“Two.” At your suspecting glare, he continues on, “Four…five…like, at most seven.”

Your eyes bulge out, huffing out a scoff. You guys always got wasted together! Noticing the furrow of your brows he holds you tighter whining, “I know I know, sorry, I tried telling Heeseung but he’s a savage cruel man, I was practically force fed that cup.”

You don’t doubt that he attempted to persuade Heeseung but you do doubt the force feeding, it only takes a couple nudges before getting Beomgyu to drink. “I’m just slightly tipsy, not drunk yet anyway. I pledged to never ever get trashed without you. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

You slap away the hand he puts up over his chest, incredulously, losing your control over the fits of giggles when he takes your flying hand in his, taking advantage by intertwining your fingers together. “What are you doing?” your cheeks probably hurt from all the smiling, you don’t know, you think your nerves are numb.

“Can’t a guy hold his twin flame, platonic best friend’s hand?”

Skinship was not an unfamiliar with Beomgyu—he was always a naturally clingy guy. You figured when the first ever official lunch hangout you’ve had with the boy and a few of your other friends, had included a lot of random footsie.

You didn’t even know him that well in high school. Who plays footsie with an acquaintance? Choi Beomgyu, that’s who. Yet even after some reluctance that day, you end up letting him have his childish, sort of endearing fun.

Though this was all but childish, the innocently mischievous twinkle of a scrawny teenage boy had been long gone, instead replaced by the most attractive man’s hungry, lust filled gaze. “Who told you to look so sexy today?”

The theme was Angel & Devil—to match with Beomgyu, you insisted on giving him the angel outfit, and you the costume of a devil. Matching was always the fun part of these parties. “Only today?” you drawl, making an exaggerated sultry trail with your finger on his chest.

“God, shut up, you know you’re always hot,” You don’t expect the seriousness of his tone, especially when you were just teasing, but he snakes his hand around your waist, pushing you further into his body, your tits suffocatingly pressed against his chest.

You do not expect the slight squeeze to your ass, your eyes shooting particularly wide, blood rushing up to trickle your cheeks. “But I like it when you’re a little devil, makes you so sexy and alluring.”

His face buried into your neck again, this time not missing the chance of taking a deep inhale. Beomgyu could stay like this forever, filling his lungs with you, and only you. “Still can’t believe I had my hands off you for so long little devil.” Your eyes flutter shut, taking quick breaths as he moves his soft lips to your neck, wet kisses with a slip of teeth nibbling just slightly to tease, planning on coloring you with all the pretty purple hues.

And you’re sure he was well on his way until you sober up at the abrupt change in the DJ’s track.

“Beomgyu, not—not now, we’re in public.” And surrounded by tons of people that you’re either friends with or know. That broke one of the most important pillars of your agreement—to keep the fuck buddies ‘thing’ a secret.

You don’t expect the speed of his instant pull away when processing your words, blinking his pretty lashes and the tipsiness away—his doe eyes are too much of a weakness, the little furrow of his brows something you desperately want to kiss and smoothen out. “Oh. Oh yeah. Sorry.” he scratches the back of his neck, genuinely apologetic.

And eats away at you. You know Beomgyu well—he hates keeping things secret, he’s the type of person to flaunt relationships all over his feed in that lovesick puppy way that most women could only dream of having—but you weren’t dating. And that was the boundary set.

You didn’t ask him to pull away completely though, but here you were, awkwardly as distanced as you could be in the middle of a rager with sweaty college students rubbing their bodies against each other. As gross as that was, you zero’d in on something less of a given: the fact that you’ve never felt this way with Beomgyu. Ever. It was like you were starring in the most awkward coming of age indie movie, y’know, without the crazy scenery and cinematography.

And more often than not, you find that these occurance of realisations, become more and more frequent. You feel things you’ve never felt a certain way with Beomgyu. Which only brought you to realize something else; Beomgyu was now a changing variable in your life and you’re not entirely sure how to handle that.

[elllisaaa]

how skz would confess to you

-> words count : about 4.5k words (sorry guys, I was taken away lol)

-> genre : skz members crushing on you

-> warnings : a lot of cutness

-> sorry if I made any mistakes, english is not my first language

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> masterlist | skz masterlist

BANGCHAN - MEANINGFUL

first of all, I feel like chan would be the type to smile whenever you're around, and especially if you're talking to him

he would giggle all the time and laugh at every one of your jokes, event the worst ones

that being said, i can really picture him writing you a song to confess to you.

he knows that there is a great chance that you reject him, and that maybe he is wasting his time, but chan can't help it : you're his inspiration for everything lately, he can at least do it to thank you.

he would spend all his limited free time working on this song because he wants it to be perfect, to perfectly reflect how he sees you and how much he loves you for who you are. 

will ask changbin to listen to it and give him his opinion, to which he responded “if they don’t accept your confession with that, i will.” he got smacked. 

he forbbade you to come to the studio in fear that you would end up finding out about the song before he finished it, and you didn’t understood why but you did it anyway, thinking that perhaps he was too busy

so when he invited you over again, you came immediately, already prepared to spill the tea from these past weeks to him as soon as you stepped in. 

but before you could even finish saying hello to him, he made you sit down on his chair, and put his headphones on your ears. 

“please, listen to it until the end.”

you only nobbed, thinking that he maybe needed your opinion on a song he was working on. 

but as you listened to it, tears filled up your eyes, your heart melting when you heard the meaningful lyrics.

all this time, chan was watching you, waiting impatiently for your reaction, but not expecting you to jump on him to hug him tightly. 

“I suppose that you like it ?” he said, chuckling when you nobbed with your head nuzzled in his neck.

“I don't like it, I love it !” 

You finally met his eyes which were filled with adoration, smiling brightly and cupping his face to be as close to him as possible, as if what you wanted to say to him was a secret, just between the two of you.

“- And I love you Channie, I love you so much. And I’m not as talented as you with words, but I will remind you everyday how much you mean to me.”

Before he could say anything, your lips were on his and his arms circled your waist, closing the gap between your bodies. He rested his forehead against yours as soon as you needed to let go of his mouth to breathe, a big smile on his face, showing his dimples. 

“- I love you too.”

“you’re my muse.”

LEE MINHO - FLIRTY

he’s definitely gonna flirt with you so much, teasing you every chance he gets.

but as much as he likes bickering childishly with you, he knows when to stop or when he goes too far.

you didn’t think much of it, because it was minho : of course he would tease you, like he did with everyone else. 

the other members would always tell you that he was so much more gentle with you than with them, but you wouldn’t believe them

to you, minho was just very playful, there was nothing special in the way he treated you. 

he wouldn’t know if you’re just not interested, or if you really didn’t notice how differently he treated you

he was never pushing it too far, he let it slide every time you would tease him back, even if he had almost killed his members for doing the same things, just because it was you.

so to say he was a little desperate was an understatement, he was even starting to lose hope.

he would ask jisung if he thinks that you like him, ask for advice and then proceed to threaten the poor boy to not say anything about his soft spot for you to the other members.

it would take him courage, really. because even if he always try to look confident, he is shaking on the inside every time he is around you

every smile and laugh of yours makes his heart flutter so much its scares him at times

so he would tease you even when confessing.

i feel like he would be the type to describe the person he is interested in in front of you, smirking at himself when you don’t understand that he’s talking about you

“- Don’t act like you don’t need my company ! Your life would be so boring without me !

-  Actually… I kinda have a crush on someone.”

Minho smirks at seeing your visibly confused look, surely not expecting him to get suddenly so serious while you were joking around just seconds later. 

“- Oh… Really ?

- Yeah. They are beautiful, and smart. It’s like I have known them forever, I’m so comfortable around them. They are amazing, talented, they are putting so much effort into everything they do and honestly I have so much admiration for them I don’t think I deserve them.

- They seem… Really incredible. I hope you’ll be happy with them.”

You tried to smile but deep down, you were a little hurt. You had finally decided to believe what the other said, finally let yourself think that he was maybe sharing your feelings. And now this… But Minho’s chuckling made you come back to reality. 

“- I’m talking about you silly, it’s you that I love.”, he said, engulfing you in a warm hug. 

“- You… You really think all of that about me ?” you asked, nuzzling your head in his neck.

“- Of course. I know that I’m not the best at showing it, but don’t ever question what I feel for you.”

You raised your head from his neck, your eyes diving into his, seeing them sparkling with joy. 

“- Then don’t think I don’t deserve you. I love you too Minho.”

“how did i get so lucky ?”

SEO CHANGBIN - DIRECT

I think changbin would be very shy with you at first. 

he would be so impressed by your looks, thinking that you have an incredible charisma and personality. 

would stutter and stumble on his words everytime he would talk to you, thinking that he was looking like an idiot

but honestly, you were just finding that so cute, that he was so amazed by you that he was too shy to even look you in the eyes for more than two seconds.

plus you had seen how he was acting around other people, and he was acting much more confident, adding to your soft spot for him.

but as time passed and you grew closer to each other, he found himself being confident around you too

and you loved it, because it meant that he was now comfortable enough around you to be himself

and if you missed his shy self, all you had to do was flirt with him a little. 

he values your opinion so much : when he doesn’t know what to do, he is asking you for advice. 

honestly, it wouldn’t be long for him to realize that if you kept wanting to know him after he acted so ridiculous at first, it was for a reason. 

so for me, he would be very direct, simply coming one day, out of nowhere, and telling how much he loves you. 

“- Could you listen to that and tell me what you think about it please ?”

You simply nobbed and accepted the headphones he was handing you, waiting for him to play whatever he wanted your opinion about. You were actually honored every time he asked you for anything related to his work : after all, he was the one in the industry, knowing what he did, not you. But he always seemed so happy when you’d give him feedback, and you loved to hear everything that he did, so you didn’t mind. 

“- Honestly, it might become one of my favorite songs you made. I don't know how to describe it, but it just has this nostalgic vibe while being so meaningful. I adore it.”

You gave him his headphones back, smiling when you saw that he was already looking at you, so intensely you thought maybe you had something on your face. 

“- I’m in love with you.”

You freezed in your spot, unable to respond at what he just blurred out as it was the most natural thing ever. But then, you smiled again, shaking your head a little while you replaced his headphones on his head, not forgetting to place a soft kiss on his nose. 

“- I’m in love with you too, Binnie.”

“my heart’s beating like crazy.”

HWANG HYUNJIN - CLICHE

hyunjin is an hopeless romantic 

seriously he makes me all fluff on the inside just thinking about how sweet and caring he would be, even as a friend

always there to listen to every one of your worries or stories, always here when you have drama about people he don’t even know to tell 

he loves to cover you in gifts, not too obvious, but like paying for everything when you hang out together, or when you go shopping

100% boyfriend material

what he loves the most about you is that you’re also here for him exactly in the same way and it makes him all warm thinking that you always try to understand him and comfort him

so that being said he wants his confession to be literally perfect because you deserve nothing but the best (i’m single and crying in my bed)

he will plan everything : the place, the time, the day, the words he’s gonna say to you 

but at the same time, he would want it to be more authentic and spontaneous, more real. 

so he’s gonna settle for a place and improvise from here

it’s gonna be the most romantic thing ever, one from these silly movies, but because it’s hyunjin, it’s cute

he would bring you to a picnic at night and then a walk at a park where the flowers are just blossoming. 

“- Wait y/n.”

You turned back, meeting Hyunjin’s big smile as he approached you to put a flower matching the color of your outfits in your hair. He was looking at you with so much adoration in his eyes, it was impossible for anyone around to ignore how in love he was with you. 

“- It’s so pretty Hyun ! Thanks !”

You stood on your tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek, ready to go on with your walk when Hyunjin stopped you again by grabbing your wrist. His face was red, and he himself couldn’t tell if it was because of your kiss or what he was about to say. 

“- I have something important to tell you. Please, don’t interrupt me otherwise I think I will lose my courage forever.”

You chuckled, simply nobbing at his words, and clearly not ready for what was following. 

“- I have to say you are an incredible person, and it’s like you’re the missing piece of my puzzle. We complete each other so perfectly, you understand me so well that sometimes I wonder if you’re real or if I’m just dreaming. But when I open my eyes, you’re still here and I don’t want to let my chance go. I love you y/n, you’re the most important person in my life and you’ll make me the happiest man on this earth if you decided to give us a chance.”

Hyunjin would just have the time to finish his confession before you threw yourself at him, hugging him so tightly it was hurting. But what was more painful was your little sobs and the tears staining the fabric of his shirt as you cried on his shoulder.

“- Are you okay princess ?

- No… You don’t have the right to speak like that to me, it’s too beautiful, I’m gonna die from a heart attack… 

- Does this mean you’re willing to be my girlfriend ?

- Of course ! I would be a fool to say no after this ! And I love you too, I love you so much.”

Even if it was now late at night and the sun was hiding, Hyunjin’s smile was enough to illuminate your whole world.

“I can’t even express how happy I am.”

HAN JISUNG - ACCIDENTAL

he would be the type to be so awkward around you help

i think that he wouldn’t really be shy, rather lost because he don’t know how to act around you

because he wants to impress you but at the same time he doesn’t want you to notice his efforts and to think that he is doing too much

the consequence of that is that he’s really clumsy and always end up doing something weird to you it’s always cute

and while he thinks that he’s embarrassing himself, you just think about it with a smile on your face

please tell him that he’s pretty or every other compliment because he needs them and i can already imagine him blushing and he’s so cute omg 

moving on, that’s why i think he would accidentally confess to you

because let’s be honest, he consider you as way out of his league so he’ll never make a move intentionally

he’ll bottle up his feelings for you, saying that it’s better this way and that you don’t even like him back 

even if everyone can see how fond of him you are, nothing can make him change his mind. 

until this one time you came to him, so excited and happy

“- Ji ! You won’t believe me ! I’m top of the class ! I’m graduating being first of the class!”

Jisung looked at you for several seconds, stunned. He could absolutely believe what you had just said to him. You were the most hardworking person he knew, you put so much effort into your studies it was only natural that you were rewarded like this. His smile was eating his face when he took you in his arms, hugging you tightly and making you spin with him, both of you laughing. 

“- Y/n that’s fantastic ! You’re incredible really ! I was convinced that you would succeed ! You have worked so much for this, I’m so, so proud of you.”

You smiled brightly at him, tears starting to pool in your eyes at these compliments. Because he was your mental support for everything, and it was also thanks to him that you achieved this. 

“- Thank you… Thank you for everything you did for me this year and the past ones, you’re the best support I could ever ask for. And I know I’m not the easiest person to deal with when I’m stressed or overworked, and that happens too frequently, but you’re always here and that means the world to me.

- No, no, no ! You did all the work, I was just there to support you, and I did it because I wanted to. I did it because I love you, that's all.”

Before he could think about it, the three words he was holding in for so long slipped from his mouth so easily. Jisung immediately put a hand on his mouth, like it could help him go back in time. But you just smiled, moving his hand away gently and holding it as you talked.

“- Even if you think that, it’s very important for me because I love you too.”

“that’s the only time I’m glad that I didn’t thought before talking”

LEE FELIX - ROMANTIC

the sweetest human being on this earth really

he will do everything and anything for you, shower you with little gifts that means so much to you, comes running whenever you need him

always careful that you’re comfortable and that nobody bothers you

in conclusion he’s 100% husband material and it’s a fact

so be prepared to receive cute little texts from him throughout the day to make sure you have eaten, drank, took a break

he’s so caring i’m gonna cry i’m so single 

if you’re down, he’ll make you brownies with a note on the box saying all the things you need to hear at the moment 

so that’s why i think he would confess to you in an “indirect” way like that

we all know that he likes to share the songs he likes and listens to with us on the bubble right ?

and he will undoubtedly make a playlist filled with the most beautiful, heart fluttering love songs, and ones that made him think of you. 

he would send you the spotify link on a random thursday evening, under the name “my y/n”

As soon as you saw the title of the playlist, your eyes widened. What did he mean by “my” ? Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the first song of the playlist : it was one of your favorites, that you forced Felix to listen to a hundred times. And as you watched the titles of all the songs, tears filled your eyes. You didn’t know every one of them, but by the titles only, you understood everything. 

And Felix's heart was beating as fast as yours. He couldn’t stop checking his phone and the time since he sent the link. Almost two hours and you hadn’t responded yet. But his thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing, your number displaying on the screen. His hands were shaking when he picked up the call, and he was sure that his voice was shaking too.

“- Hi sweetheart ! How you doing ?

- Lix… You can’t do that to me… 

- Are you crying ?”

The panic in his voice when he heard you sniffling made you chuckle as you were trying to stop the tears of joys spilling out of your eyes non-stop.

“- Yeah, because of you. You can’t do that to my weak heart, seriously. I don’t think I can express in words how much this playlist means to me. You spend hours collecting these songs just for me and because they made you think of me, and it’s like I’m seeing myself through your eyes. And honestly, it’s the best way you could have confessed, baby. I’m in love with you too. So in love.”

You heard sniffles at the other end of the call, and you both chuckled at this strange scene. You wouldn’t have imagined him confessing this way, but it was so meaningful, so gentle and full of admiration, you didn’t care that it wasn’t an usual one. Because to you, it was the most romantic thing someone ever did for you. 

“can i come over ? i really want to confess my feelings in person and maybe we can have a movie night for our first date ?”

KIM SEUNGMIN - GENUINE

to me, seungmin is someone who loves to have a routine, that certain things in his life are permanent and that it’s really important for him that everything is going like every other day.

for example, he always eat the same thing on saturday nights, or never goes sleeping before making sure that he closed every window

and he’s certainly very attached to these habits

but the thing is the members noticed that he started doing things out of his habits lately 

the reason ? you

yes, he liked to go straight home after a long day of practice but if you asked him to go out with you to eat for example he would go 

even when he’s super tired, he’ll do anything for you and mostly things that he would not do for the boys btw (they’re jealous)

and they know exactly why he goes out of his way for you even if he denies it

so it’s not exactly that he confess to you, it’s mostly that you noticed the things he does for you and not for anyone else

that day, you opened up to him about all the things that were stressing you out lately and you cried a lot obviously

but you were shocked when you noticed his eyes getting wet too

“- Seungmin are you alright ?”

Your worried tone and look made him turn his gaze away from yours, trying to hide his teary eyes. 

“- Yeah, yeah. I’m good. It’s you we're talking about, not me.”

He took a deep breath before looking at you again, visibly shaken but more composed than two seconds before. And you were stunned, because it was the first time ever that you saw him even close to tears. You knew that he hated to cry in front of people, he didn’t want to seem weak or anything. So why with you ? He was comfortable in your presence, you knew that, but that much. How was that possible ?

“- I don’t care about that. I want to know why you were going to cry even though I’ve never seen you do it in front of me since we know each other. And I want to know why you do all these other things for me even when you don’t want to or if it goes out of your habits.”

So you noticed ? Yeah, you noticed. You noticed that he was always taking up on him when you asked him to go shopping on weekends because he hated crowded places. You noticed he always ordered your favorite dishes at the restaurant, even if they weren’t his favorites. But he’d do it anyway because… Well, you didn’t know why and that was the problem. 

“- It’s not a big deal, really.

- Kim Seunmgin, stop lying to me. I know that you like your little habits. So why ?”

He avoided your eyes again, and you started to think that maybe you made him uncomfortable. You were about to say sorry when he took your cheeks in his hands, and soon enough, his lips were on yours. It’s only when he let you go that you fully realized what happened, eyes wide open. 

“- I’m not good with words but I hope you understood how much I like you. I was about to cry because, well, I don’t like to hear that you're suffering and that I’m not here to make you feel better. I want to be by your side all the time, but not only as your friend.”

At this point, words weren’t needed anymore. You just threw yourself onto his arms, making Seungmin laugh when you muttered up an ‘i like you too’. 

“I hope that you understand I’ll continue to do these things for you, because all I want is to make you happy.”

YANG JEONGIN - PURE

he’s such a sweetheart I swear

he’s always there for you, like call him to tell him you need hugs and he’ll be at your door in five minutes, with snacks and ice cream in addition

usually, he just listen to you because he likes your voice so much, and also because he’s not really good at expressing his feelings

even if you’re close, he rarely talks about his emotions, only telling you what is happening without describing how he feels

and sometimes, it makes you a little sad because does that mean he’s not comfortable enough around you ?

but in reality, he just doesn’t know how to say it, how to express it for you to understand

so since he has a hard time expressing them, i think he would confess his feelings through a letter 

and it’s the most sincere, thoughtful, meaningful and beautiful letter ever

“- What’s that ?”

You reached down to grab the envelope that was on the floor, just behind your door. There was just your name written on it, just another thing that made you question who slid it under your door. It was evidently someone who knew where you lived, and you hoped it was one of your friends and not some sort of stalker. You took off your shoes and coat before heading to your kitchen, sitting down on a chair to open the envelope. Inside, there was only one sheet of paper, covered in a neat handwriting. 

“Y/n,

I know I’m not the best at expressing my feelings : I’m not as talented as you when it comes to talking about it out loud. But I think I’m pretty good when it comes to writing, so I hope you’ll understand everything I have in mind through this letter.

Firstly, I have to let you know how much you mean to me. You’re the most important person in my life. From the way you always seem to know exactly what I need even when I don’t say a word about it, to the way you’re so caring and always remember every little detail that I tell you about. It’s like I was meant to be by your side.

Secondly, and even if I think that words can’t express how incredible I think you are, I have to tell you anyway. Because I truly think you are amazing. You’re always fighting for what you think, you’re determined and brave. You’re standing for yourself and for others too because you have the biggest heart ever. And I think that’s what I love the most about you : the fact that even if you can seem cold or mean at first sight, you’re truly so kind hearted and gentle, always willing to help other people. 

And finally, let me tell you how much I love you. For all the reasons that I listed previously and for a thousand more, I fell in love with you. I love you so much that sometimes it scares me. That’s also why I wrote you this letter. Partially because I’m a coward and couldn’t tell you about it in person, but also because it’s easier this way, easier to handle if you reject me.

No matter what your answer will be, I’ll always be there for you. I love you. 

Jeongin.”

You immediately took your phone, and called Jeongin before taking the time to think about it. You didn’t need time, you needed to finally hear him say those three words from his mouth.

“- Y/n ? Are you alright ? Why are you calling me this late ?

- Say it.

- Say what ?

- Say you love me.

- I… I love you. I really love you.”

His voice was shaking, and you couldn’t help but smile at how nervous he was. And you were also happy to finally hear me opening up about his feelings. 

“- Thank you for the letter, it’s the first time I received one and honestly I will cherish it for the rest of my life. I love you too, Jeongin.”

“from now on, expect me to give you a letter whenever you want.”

-> i don't allow any copies, reposts or translations of my works.

[lululandd]

problem;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

word count: 712

warnings: self-doubt, anxiety, insecurity, eventual fluff

note: i really dont wanna paint könig, im mad procrastinating

summary: the unspoken ‘with me’  hangs in the air.

 “You packed.”

His curt tone made you flinch as you gingerly put groceries in the fridge. You tried as best you could to not look his way, hoping Simon would let the matter go. You had broken your leg and fractured your wrist in the most uncool way possible, slipping on ice. He had warned you beforehand, knowing how frail normal human bodies could be. Unlike his apparently, sometimes you wonder if he sees himself as indestructible just because he’s 6 '3.

His hand came to view and you froze, shoulders curling into yourself as you tried to subtly move away from him. Sensing your tense demeanour, he slowed his motions and gently grabbed the fruit from your hand, put it inside the fridge himself, and leaned on the counter. Not daring to look him in the face, you decided to try and continue packing your groceries. 

Sighing, he dragged your chair away from the fridge and closed it.

“You’re going to your parents?” his voice was barely above a whisper, but it scared you so bad he might have as well have shouted. “What’s wrong with staying here?”

You were on the verge of tears, not knowing why. Simon’s always busy with work, he barely comes home, and the one time he had a three month long break from it you stupidly slipped on some ice. He has to take care of you, instead of having fun and going somewhere or doing whatever he wants on his time off.

Stupid.

Useless.

“I just didn’t want to bother you with broken leg and hand stuff. My parents' place is closer to the doctor’s office and the physical therapy place anyway.”

He visibly tensed and you know you fucked up. 

“Physical therapy is after you’re fully healed.” he remarked, you saw a flicker of indignation in his eyes, “Are you planning to stay there the whole time I’m here? Every time I go to work you complain that I’m never home and the one time I come home for longer than a week you do this.”

You stared at him wide-eyed, a muted gasp twists your face. “It was an accident, Simon! You say that like I fell on purpose or something!” You say in a raised voice, appalled at his words.

He presses both palms on his eyes, “No, that’s not what I meant at all.” He squatted next to you–you never knew men that big could do that–and placed a large hand on your thigh. “By ‘this’ I meant going to your parents. I will be here for three months, and you want to stay with your parents for however long it will be. What’s wrong with being here?”

The unspoken ‘with me’  hangs in the air.

“Oh.” A wave of embarrassment flowed through your veins, you had thought of the worst of him when all he wanted was to spend time with you. With uninjured you, preferably. “Sorry.”

“You’re still not answering any of my questions, love.”

Weighing your words, you realised you can’t weasel your way out of telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. 

“I don’t want to bother you, Simon.”

“Bother?” He breathes.

A shiver of apprehension travelled up your spine at the way he spoke. You’ve heard that tone before, but never directed towards you; it was always towards people bothering you two. Does that mean he sees you as a bother right now?

“You don’t have a lot of time off, and I don’t want you to waste it… here.. taking care of me while I can’t do jack shit. You have to carry me up and down the stairs, you have to carry me to and from the car when we go outside,” you gestured with your good hand, “you have to go with me to the doctors and my physical therapy, you have to do most of the cooking and cleaning, and you have to sit down and listen to me bitch about this broken leg from 1am to 4am.”

He stood up and cupped the back of your neck, his thumb slowly drawing soothing circles as he kissed the top of your head.

“You’re listing things I already want to do, with or without your broken leg.”

[edelfie]

#𝓣𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘! this means war.

while you are off doing your own thing, being controversial and whatnot, a certain pest in your side seems to be buzzing about. unfortunately for her though, she’ll have to try a little harder to keep up with you.

or, lia loses her mind a little

POST CREDITS! —

As far as Lia is concerned, you are nothing more than an obstacle in her way. Sure, a persistently irritating obstacle, but a measly one nonetheless. Whatever game you were trying to get at wouldn't work on her.

She really shouldn't be wasting her energy on you anyways. She already has everything she wants: the best job in the world, all the money a girl could dream of, and her fiancé. Keyword: hers. Perhaps she is a bit territorial, but isn't it natural for any girl to be with their things?

Following their heated argument though, she isn't so certain where she stands with the man in question. She knew her words were hurtful the moment her fingers flung across the screen, and she won't fawn and play innocent knowing that was exactly why she sent them in the first place. It's just...so hard to communicate her emotions to Atsumu when he takes everything she says or does as a joke.

It's funny. Everyone in her life has expressed their own feelings about the constant push and pull of their relationship. Years of infrequent dating and uncertain feelings culminating into a very real, very permanent engagement was not how she envisioned their relationship ending. Because while Lia thinks she loves Atsumu, she knows he's difficult to be with.

When they were younger and had just started dated, she gave him the benefit of the doubt more often than not. That he was simply "like that", constantly riding on the brink and not giving a damn about what others thought about him. And to a degree, she found him aspirational for that and even wanted to replicate him in that sense.

That was, until, it started affecting her work. She began losing brand deals and sponsorships because the boy she was dating couldn't behave himself for the two hours he was in public. It was ridiculous! At times, it felt like she wasn't his girlfriend, but his mother, his publicist, and his manager all in one. And maybe that does make her selfish for not going to his games, but when does she get to be selfish in their relationship?

She feels the most empowered, the most authentic, the most selfish every time she calls it off. She gets to enjoy her freedom, then watch as Atsumu comes crawling back to her. Sometimes he outright says he'll change (he doesn't usually), or he'll demand that she "match his effort" (she won't). Maybe it's antithetical to some, but for Lia it just makes sense.

So despite dating Atsumu Miya being equivalent to forcing a square into a circle, Lia would rather die than let anyone take him away from her.

NOTES! —

Sorry for the smaller chapter today! I just couldn’t think of a way to fluff it up that wouldn’t already be included in future chapters. If I do get any ideas though, I’ll be sure to update this and post a notif. Also, Lia isn't meant to be like a token "mean girl", she's very flawed and human and that's a result of her environment. She is still bitchy of course, but not evil. Anyways, today’s fundraiser is to help the Liberty Lancers Marching Band purchase new uniforms! While it may seem miniscule compared to other "issues", as someone who's partner marches and has come to love band themselves, having new uniforms would mean the world for these students. You can click here to donate or read more on their story.

In other news, I am back from my (tiny) break! Though I’ll admit, I didn’t use that time wisely to plan ahead for my next releases LOL. I had fun though! Starting on Friday evening, I made a new group of friends! I signed up to be in a buddy-program with international students, and I found out my buddy that day (if that makes sense). I’m so lucky because we have so much in common! My buddy and I (plus another buddy pair we’re friends with) went to a football game on Saturday, but I only really cared for the pretzels and marching band LOL. The opposing team’s band was so good and I was literally mesmerized by their majorette dancers.

And then I presented my speech in class on Tuesday, which wasn’t as scary as I thought but I’m still glad it’s over LMAO. After that I went to the gym to work out for about 30 mins, before heading home to go on a date with my partner. We walked around downtown and went bowling, to which he absolutely wiped the floor with me I fear. And then today in one of my classes we had a rock, paper, scissors tournament (gotta love college LOL) and…I WON! We did it a few times but I just kept winning or getting very close, so I was named the RPS champion. Anyways, here’s a picture of me and my buddy down below ^-^

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[alwaysonthemend]

Pretty Boy | JMK

Author’s Note: Inspired by a post by @viagvf about Josh being tied up and blindfolded. Needless to say, I had to write something about it because nothing gets me like a subby Josh. This is completely self indulgent but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway. Sorry for any mistakes/typos.

Summary: You and Josh decide to switch things up in the bedroom, Josh lettting you take control instead of him. You don’t let the opportunity go to waste. 

Content Warnings: Edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, oral (m. receiving) hand jobs (m. receiving), bound hands, use of blindfolds, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing (I think that’s it but let me know if I missed anything.)

Word Count: 3593 

Preview: 

“Have I ever told you how much I love your cock?”

“A few times.” He says, choking back a whine as you tease him – so close to where he wants you to be, yet still so far. 

“I should tell you more often. You’re so fucking pretty.” His cock twitches and you pause, a wicked grin spreading across your face. You look up at him and you can see that he’s blushing beneath his blindfold.

“Do you like that, Josh? Do you like being called pretty?” 

“Yes." He says quietly. "I do.” 

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When Josh had first suggested the idea, your interest had immediately peaked. Sex with Josh is heavenly already. He knows exactly how to get you going – turning you into a whining, begging mess with ease. Most of the time, it’s pretty intense like that. Josh loves to tease and make you completely fall apart with his fingers and tongue. Other times, it's slow and soft – Josh making sure to take the time to pamper you and treat you with the utmost care and concern. Every thrust deliberate, reaching places inside of you that no other man ever could. And other than the occasional rougher, post-argument sex, the two of you rarely mixed things up. Josh was a giving lover, and your pleasure was always to the maximum, so you’d never really felt the need to. Sure, sometimes the thought of being the one to dominate him crossed your mind, but he had never really expressed a desire for it so you left it be. You were more than content with the way things were and felt no real need to change anything. But then Josh had asked the question. 

The two of you were lying in bed, legs intertwined and Josh’s arm behind your head. 

“Y/n?” He asked, voice almost a complete whisper. 

“Ya?” 

“Would you ever want to…” He trailed off, his cheeks becoming so red you could see it even in the darkness of the room. His silence stretched on and you turned to face him. 

“Would I ever want to what?” 

He turned over to look at you, eyes shining in the darkness. He looked so unsure of himself that it was making you begin to worry something was really wrong. 

“I know that, usually, in bed I’m the one that takes the lead…” He said slowly, as if he was carefully planning out each word before he said it aloud. 

“Yeah, usually.” You said, trying to keep your voice neutral so as not to scare him. 

“Would you ever want to, maybe…you know.” His eyes were still filled with doubt, hoping that you would catch on before he had to ask it outright. 

“Switch it up, you mean?” 

He nodded. 

“Josh, I’m up for anything if it’s something that you want to try.” 

“Are you sure? We don’t have to if you don’t want-” 

You silenced him with a sweet kiss, cupping your hands around his face. 

“Josh, I want to.” You gave him a sly smile. “I’ve thought about it before actually.” You said, voice pitched lower than before. His eyes widened. 

“Really?” 

“Yep.” You said, popping the ‘p.’ “Several times, actually. What about you? Have you ever imagined it before now?” 

You heard him swallow and you watched as his throat bobbed. 

“Yes,” He finally uttered, “I have.”

You sat up, leaning on one arm to get a better look at him. He was looking up at you with those soft brown eyes of his. You knew that they were going to be the death of you one day. 

“Tell me. What have you imagined?” 

“I imagine… “ He trails off, unsure of himself again. You smile at him and nod your head for him to continue. “I imagine you tying me up.” You give him a cheshire grin. “I imagine you blindfolding me so I can’t see.” 

A heavy breath falls from your lips, your panties beginning to dampen as you picture the scene he’s describing. 

“Yeah? I bet you’d look gorgeous all tied up like that.” You lick your lips and Josh smiles, emboldened by your reaction to his words. “And what then, Josh? What happens next?” 

“You tease me,” He says, and you can feel his cock beginning to harden against your thigh where two of you are pressed together. “You don’t touch me where I need you to. You make me beg for it.” 

You sit up fully and throw your leg over his thighs, settling in to straddle his waist. You slide your hands up his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. 

“I think we can make your imagination become a little more real, Joshy.” You whisper as you lean forward to ghost your lips above his. “Would you like that?” 

“Yes.” He breathes out, voice shaky with excitement.

You lean down and connect your lips with his, plunging your tongue into his mouth. He rests his hands on your thighs, squeezing them as you explore his mouth. He’s warm and pliant underneath you, and the feeling makes your pussy throb with need. But that will have to wait. 

“Stay here.” You whisper. You rise from him and pad softly across the room to your closet. You pull two silk scarves from the back where you keep your winter clothes and bring them over and place them on the bed at Josh’s feet. His eyes track your movements, his pupils blown wide. You can see his chest heaving as he watches and he slips his hand underneath the covers and groans as he palms his cock. 

“No touching, Josh.” You say loudly, and the sentence sounds deafening in the silence of the room. 

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Good boy.” You say giving him a cheeky grin. He’s staring at you – eyes wide with lust. They look almost black in the dimness of the room and there’s a thin layer of sweat already adorning his smooth chest. He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the universe, and he looks absolutely divine. 

“Sit up against the headboard.”

He complies, sitting up and kicking the covers off so that they pool at his feet. He leans back.  

“Do you want a pillow behind you? The metal probably isn’t very comfortable.” 

“Nah,” he says, giving you a grin. “I’m good.”

“Suit yourself.” 

You grab the two scarves and climb back on top of him. His cock is tenting his boxers and a wet spot darkens the gray material. 

“We need a word for if it gets to be too much.” You say, grabbing his wrists and bringing them up above his head. You secure them together with one of the scarves. You make sure it’s tight and loop it through the headboard. You watch as the muscles in his arms flex and ripple, adjusting to the new position. 

“Like a safeword?” He giggles like a teenage boy would and you shake your head at him. 

“Yeah, sure. A safeword.” 

“My safe word is “keep going,” babe.” 

You squint your eyes at him, noting the mischievous glint he has in his eye – the one he always gets when he thinks he’s said something particularly funny. 

“Ha ha.” You deadpan. “Seriously though. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” You say honestly, dropping the sexy act for a second. 

“You’re not going to make me uncomfortable, y/n. I trust you.” You stare at him a moment and you see the honesty in his eyes. He does trust you – with everything he has. 

“Still. It would make me feel a little better.”

“Just ask for a color. Green is good. Red is bad. Orange means slow down but don’t stop. How’s that?” 

“Perfect.” You lean down and capture his lips in another kiss, this time nibbling at his bottom lip. He sighs softly and you pull away, moving instead to nip at his earlobe. You pinch the sensitive skin between your teeth for a moment – knowing it always drives him crazy. 

“Hate not being able to touch you.” He says between heavy breaths. 

“It’s not about me, Josh. This is about you.” You say, kissing down his neck before stopping at his nipples. You lick and bite them and he throws his head back and groans. You smile at his reaction. 

“Gonna cover your eyes now, okay?”

“Yeah. Okay.” 

His eyes track your movements as you grab the second scarf, folding it in half. You place the soft material over his eyes and tie it securely behind his head. 

“Color?”

“Green.” 

You nod, though you know he can’t see you anymore. You slide down from his waist and push his knees apart. You settle between them and take a moment to drink him in. Arms pulled up above him, sweat glistening on his tan skin, and his pretty cock still standing at attention beneath his underwear; he reminds you of a marble statue – beautiful and smooth to the touch. Worthy to be put on display for thousands of eyes to admire. But he’s yours tonight, and yours alone. And you plan on making the best of it. 

“You look so good, Josh. All spread out like this for me.” You say and he whines as you bring your mouth to his inner thigh, pressing wet kisses to the sensitive skin there. You slowly work your way up to the edge of his boxers, nipping and biting as you go. You tuck your fingers into his waistband and pull his boxers down and off him. His cock springs free, slapping his stomach. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love your cock?” You say, before continuing your kisses to his inner thigh. 

“A few times.” He says, choking back a whine as you tease him – so close to where he wants you to be, yet still so far. 

“I should tell you more often. You’re so fucking pretty.” His cock twitches and you pause, a wicked grin spreading across your face. You look up at his face and you can see that he’s blushing beneath the scarf. 

“Did you like that, Josh? Do you like being called pretty?” 

His chest is heaving and the blush from his face bleeds down his neck as well. 

“Yes." He says quietly. "I do.” He sounds embarrassed. You giggle, happy to have discovered something new about him.

You finally brush your fingertips over his cock, stroking the vein that runs up the underside of him. He whines again and thrashes his arms above his head. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby.” You give his cock a little squeeze. “You are pretty. So. So. So pretty.” With each utterance of “so” you pump his cock, spreading the precum and getting him nice and slick. He bucks his hips, desperate for more. You want to give it to him – the noises he’s making are irresistible, but you pull away. 

“Patience.” 

You tease him for a while longer, switching between kissing the heated skin of his thighs and biting his nipples – each one drawing breathy little moans and whines from the back of his throat. His chest is flushed and his skin is slick with sweat. His hands are clenched above his head and you can feel the muscles in his thighs twitch as he tries to keep his hips still for you. He’s so eager to please and you think you’re wetter than you ever have been before. 

 Finally, you bring your mouth where he wants it most – allowing your lips to stretch around the girth of him. He twitches and groans – the sound so pornographic you feel like you could cum yourself just from hearing him. 

"Y/n… Oh fuck." 

You swallow him down, relaxing your jaw completely, allowing him to nudge the back of your throat. You hollow your cheeks and begin to bob your head, starting a slow but steady rhythm. 

Josh bites his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle a groan. You pull off him momenarily and he whines. 

“Don’t hold back, sweet boy. I want to hear all those filthy things fall from your pretty mouth.” 

You swallow him down again, flattening your tongue to give him a particularly powerful suck.

“Y/n,” He moans loudly, “Jesus, fuck.” You hum and the vibration makes his cock twitch in your mouth. 

You sink down on him even further until your nose brushes the hair at the base and you continue to bob your head. Your jaw is aching and your eyes are watering but you don’t stop – the noises he’s making are more than worth the discomfort. He’s making little thrusts with his hips and you can tell he’s getting close. You keep up your rhythm a moment longer before pulling off him with a ‘pop.’ He whines and you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“Fuck.” He says, breathing heavily and you giggle. 

“Hey, this was your idea.” You remind him sofly. 

He huffs out a laugh. 

“Just forgot how good you are at that.” 

“Well thank you. I try.” You lean forward to give him a kiss. “Gonna start again. Color?”

“Green.” 

This time you use your hand – wrapping your fingers around him. The skin is so hot in your hand and he sighs as you start to pump him. You quickly set a brutal pace, your spit and his precum making the perfect lubrication. 

“Jesus, mama.” His mouth falls open and he moans loudly at the fast pace. Your forearm burns but you keep it up, bringing him quickly back to the edge. He’s whining – teetering on the edge between pain and pleasure. You keep going a moment longer before pulling your hand away. He gives you an incoherent groan as he realizes you’re still not going to give him the finish that he wants. You do this several more times, aggressively jacking him off to bring him back to the edge before pulling away completely. He thrashes and cries out, yanking on the ties keeping his hands bound and whining each and every time. You’ve never seen him like this, completely and utterly at the mercy of you and drunk on lust and desperation. 

Eventually, you rise from your place between his legs and you straddle him again, settling your aching cunt over his hard length. 

“Wanna see you now.” You say as you untie the scarf from his eyes and he blinks his beautiful hazel eyes open at you. 

“Hey, mama.” He says with a tired grin. 

You lean forward and kiss him again. It’s needy and sloppy, his desperation evident in the way he’s practically licking into your mouth. 

“I’m going to ride you now, Josh. And you’re going to watch me make myself cum. But you don’t get to yet, understand?” 

“Ya.” You raise a brow at him and he flushes – the redness reaching the tips of his ears. “Yes, ma’am.” 

“Good.” 

Wasting no time, you begin to grind down on his thigh. Thankfully, you usually only sleep in a t-shirt and panties, so you can easily begin to chase your release through the thin fabric. Your clit is swollen and you can feel your racing heartbeat in it as you ride him, throwing your head back as you go. You let out a high pitched moan, doing your best to give him a show. He’s watching you with dark, lust blown eyes and every muscle in his body is taut. He’s gonna be sore tomorrow if he keeps it up.  

“Feel how wet I am for you, Josh?” You say as you give him the show of his fucking life. “Seeing you like this, tied up and needy for me…” You cut yourself off with a moan. “It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You look so fucking pretty.”

“Y/n, please.” He whines, as your orgasm quickly begins to rise. You can feel the coil in your belly that’s been wound tight all night finally snap and you moan his name loudly. As much as this night is about him, you’re pretty sure that you just had the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. It goes on forever, wave upon wave of pleasure crashing through you. 

“Y/n.” He says, and the warning is there in his voice. “I’m so close. You’ve got to stop.” 

“So desperate you think you could cum without me touching you?” You ask, voice thick. His eyes are wide and begging as he gives you a pathetic nod.  

“Please.” He whispers. It’s so quiet you think you might not have even heard anything. 

“What, Josh? Speak up.” 

“Need it. So bad.” 

You cock your head to the side, giving him the most innocent look you can possibly muster. 

“Need what?” 

“Need to cum.” He whines. “Y/n, please. It hurts I need it so bad.” His voice cracks on the last word and his eyebrows are scrunched together in pain. His eyes are filled with so much need. “I’m begging you. Please.” He whines, all shame and decorum gone from him – his need to cum overriding everything else. 

“As you wish.” 

You slide your panties off and toss them somewhere into the room before gripping his cock and guiding it through your folds, collecting the wetness that’s gathered there. You sink down onto him slowly, clenching around him as much as you can. 

“Oh fuck!” He groans, throwing his head back. He thrashes his bound hands, no doubt wishing he could touch you. You rise from him – so high you’re almost completely off him, before slamming back down again. Your thighs burn with the effort of riding him, but he’s so close you know it’s not going to take long. He’s meeting you in the middle, thrusting his hips up off the bed the best he can, desperate for his release. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna fucking cum!” His eyes slam shut and that’s all the warning you get before you feel him paint your insides with his release. He’s thrashing in the bed and tears leak from the corners of his eyes. The sight of him throws you into your own orgasm, the pleasure slashing through you for the second time. You clench around him – milking him for everything he has. 

You pull off him and he keeps his eyes closed, breathing heavily out his nose. You settle between his legs again and lick your mixed releases off his cock and his eyes fly open. 

“Fucking shit!” His cock twitches and he moans – the sound a mix of pain and pleasure. 

“Color?” You ask, lips hovering just over his dick. 

He stares down at you, soft lips parted. His normall curly hair is stuck to his forehead and sweat is dripping down his temples and chest. You think he’s going to say no. 

“Green.” You stare at him, attempting to cover the shock you feel. You’ve been at this for what feels like hours and there’s no doubt in your mind that he’s already exhausted. But he’s looking at you intently and you see no doubt in his eyes at all. Only trust.

You nod before swallowing him down again. Your nose is pressed into the curls of his pubic hair and saliva falls from the corners of your mouth. He whines and moans as you bob your head and his cock finally begins to respond – slowly but surely becoming harder and harder in your mouth. A stream of groans and curses fall from between his lips. You pull your mouth off him and wrap your fingers around him instead – you want to be able to see him as he falls apart again. You jack him off, flicking your wrist with each pull and you bring your other hand to message his balls. 

“Come on, Josh. Give me one more.” You encourage him as he groans and whines. “I know you can do it. You’ve been so good for me tonight. Come on.” 

His moans only grow louder and you can feel his balls tightening in your hand. 

“That’s it, pretty boy. Give it to me.” And with that, he cums for the second time. Thick ropes paint your hand and his belly as his jaw drops open and his eyes clench shut. 

“Y/n! Fuck.” He’s so loud you’re sure the nieghbors can probably hear him. You continue to pump him, guiding him through the pleasure until his moans of pleasure become moans of pain.

You let him go and reach down on the ground for his cotton boxers. You use them to carefully clean him up, doing your best to avoid his cock as much as possible. He’s watching you with dazed eyes, mouth still open and a drunk look on his face. You climb up next to him and carefully untie his wrists, rubbing the red skin from where he was yanking on them. 

“You okay, baby?” You say as you give each wrist a soft kiss. 

“Yeah, I think so.” He smiles lazily at you before leaning back to lie all the way down. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life.” 

“Me neither.” You say, brushing his sweaty hair off his forehead. “Glad you suggested this.” 

“Me too. Don’t think I’m gonna be able to cum again for another week.” 

You laugh and lie down next to him, pulling the covers back up and over you both. You kiss him before laying your head down on his chest. 

“We’ll see.” 

“You taking control like that…” He admits quietly, “I think it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

“Mmm. I enjoyed it, too. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when you’re in control, but I like switching it up. We should definitely do it more often. You’re so pretty when you’re desperate.” You give him a cocky grin and he lets out a dramatic groan. 

“I’m never gonna live that down, am I?” 

You giggle. 

“Never.”

[strawberrystepmom]

gojo x f!reader. lots of innuendo, reader is dressed as a rabbit in a sexy bunny costume and gojo is a magician. sorry for being annoying. happy halloween!

“And for my next trick…well, that’s between me and the rabbit later on tonight.”

A small crowd of your friends giggles at Satoru’s antics while he balances the magician’s hat that should be atop his hair on the meat of his hand by the brim. Lashes flutter in his direction, not yours of course, and you feel the need to play up your affection toward him in response, leaning in with a salacious grin of your own.

“Trust me when I say he certainly has magical fingers.”

The fluttering eyelashes turn in your direction and you smile, looping your arm in his so the two of you stand as a unit. You look up at him, the side of his face and the dazzling glimmer of his eyes and you love him but fuck do you not want to be here. He doesn’t have to look down to know you’re silently begging for him to release you from the duties of being a socialized human being but he does anyway, eyes widening while he pouts down at you as a means to mock your own jutting lower lip.

“Can’t you let me show you off for just a little while longer?”

Gojo shifts where he stands and wraps his hands around your hips, dangerously close to grabbing a handful of ass you’d be embarrassed to have to explain away even in this dimly lit party. The grip of his hand continues to slide further down the fat of your ass and to the back of your thigh until you bump him with your hip and shoot a warning glance upward.

“I would do anything for you but these tights are so uncomfortable and I just need you to take them off of me.”

You see his eyes begin to glisten with mischief and you raise your brows, offering a little innuendo of your own, and if there’s one thing Satoru Gojo can never resist it’s the opportunity laced between your words - the chance to literally rip a hole in your tights to fuck you through. Hands slide back up your ass and settle on your hips, his hat on the ground by your feet.

There’s no room between your bodies and he dips low to press his lips against yours an-

“Did you guys really forget that other people are here again?”

The voice of your best friend accompanied by her snapping makes you blink and turn back toward the group of friends who just witnessed your entire exchange. Biting back a grin, you simply shrug and he chuckles and closes in for that kiss anyway. The group of your peers groans and the two of you hear footsteps shuffling away while giggling against the others’ mouth.

Satoru’s grin grows and he whispers, soft lips pressed against yours between each word.

“Would you look at that, I made everyone disappear. Guess we can go.”

You hum and kiss him back. It’s never wise to discount that this may have been his plan all along but regardless you think nothing of it when he wraps one of his arms around your waist and pulls you along toward the door.

He doesn’t want to waste any time showing off that trick, after all. He’s on a roll.

[thirtysixsavefiles]

Made up fic title: The cookie cutter conspiracy

I admit I puzzled over this one for the title meme but then it came to me :D

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Usopp has had it up to here with Sanji and Zoro. Everyone on board thinks that they should just kiss already; at least, Usopp thinks that. Luffy just shrugs and says he’s sure they’ll figure it out. Nami thinks it would make them worse. Usopp is totally right about this, though, has never been wrong in all of the matches he’s put together. (Zero matches, technically, but he’s still never been wrong.) So he devises a brilliant plan to shove the two soon-to-be lovebirds together.

He starts small, with a cookie cutter. It’s shaped like a heart, perfectly symbolic. It feels like a good omen, a sign that he’s doing the right thing. He takes it out of the Merry’s galley and places it in Zoro’s hammock and goes to sleep secure in the knowledge of a job well done.

The next morning Zoro and Sanji bicker over breakfast, apparently no more (but also no less) in love than they were yesterday. All right. Stronger measures are needed.

In the following days he places several items in Zoro’s hammock: a pastry brush; a meat thermometer; a fancy bottle of cooking oil; a jar of some kind of spice Usopp’s never heard of. Nothing. The items disappear out of Zoro’s hammock and he continues to fight with Sanji and if they don’t kiss soon Usopp’s head is going to explode.

He briefly contemplates trying for one of Sanji’s knives, but the one time he had even considered reaching for one Sanji had materialized out of thin air with a smile and asked if Usopp needed help with anything. Usopp had recognized the baring of teeth for what it was and hightailed it out of there. Leaving a knife on Zoro’s pillow probably sends the wrong message anyway.

Usopp has just about given up. Maybe these two idiots do need to sort this out on their own.

Usopp is enjoying a quiet afternoon tea, eyeing the garlic braids on the galley wall and wondering if Zoro would think they were some sort of vampirism comment, when Zoro storms in carrying a pillowcase. Sanji turns from the sink as Zoro upends the pillowcase on the counter, spilling out a pastry brush, a meat thermometer, a heart-shaped cookie cutter, and every other item Usopp has left in his hammock over the last few weeks.

“Stop leaving your shit in my bed,” Zoro says, leaning both hands on the counter in a way that highlights his arms. “Or I’m going to do something about it.”

Sanji glances down at the counter, then up at Zoro’s face. He picks up the cookie cutter.

“I’ve been looking for this for weeks,” he snaps. “What do you mean you’ve had it all this time?”

“It’s annoying,” Zoro continues, dodging the question. “If you want something, just ask for it.”

Sanji’s eyes narrow, and he rounds the counter. “What I want,” he says, stepping into Zoro’s space, “is to know why you didn’t return this immediately. If it’s such an annoyance.” Sanji lifts his hands to make air quotes and Zoro grabs his wrists.

Usopp holds his breath, not daring to move. This is it.

Sanji’s cheeks flare pink and he tries to jerk away, but Zoro holds fast and doesn’t let him, pulling him closer on the rebound. This is escalating fast. Maybe Usopp should try to sneak away, he can do it real quiet-like —

Zoro makes a frustrated sound and leans in and Usopp just barely claps a hand over his mouth in time to contain the whoop when Sanji presses into the kiss. This is success, this is victory, Nami is going to be sorry she ever doubted him. Sanji makes a noise and tears his hands out of Zoro’s grasp, sliding them over Zoro’s shoulder’s and into his hair instead. Zoro backs Sanji into the counter and they’re still kissing and Zoro is sliding a leg between Sanji’s and —

Discretion is definitely the better part of valor here. Usopp takes his tea with him, moving quietly and cat-like; the effort is probably wasted based on the sounds that follow him out into the corridor but it feels like the right thing to do.

Usopp takes a sip of his tea as he heads for the helm and Nami. Another great match made by the great Captain Usopp; all in a day’s work.

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Where's The "Talk"?

Based on a prompt from @samcoxramblings. I hope this meets your expectations! Please leave your thoughts in the comments and if you have any more angsty prompts, send them my way!

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After coming out to the Party, Eddie and Steve were on their toes for days just waiting for someone to give them the ‘Talk’. They were amped up, prepared to receive loads of various threats ranging in creativity and snipe. But the days came and went and no one mentioned anything. Anytime Eddie would mention expecting a shovel talk to protect their babysitter, the kids awkwardly looked between one another before changing the subject. When Steve mentioned to Robin and Nancy that no one had warned him against hurting Eddie yet, they just rolled their eyes and ignored him. Neither man knew what the Party was waiting for. 

After a week, Eddie loses his patience and asks the kids at their Hellfire session. “Okay guys, what gives? Where are the outlandish threats of violence, the creative insults about my character, the whole shabang? I’ve been on the edge of my seat for fucking days.”

“Eddie, what the hell are you talking about?” Dustin asked him, sounding puzzled. 

Eddie snorted a sound of frustration. “The shovel talk! Steve and I told you that we were dating a week ago and no one has said anything! Is this a gay thing? Are you too scared of being homophobic to say anything? I can take it!”

The kids looked uncomfortable but Mike spoke. “Look man, we just don’t want to waste our time. You and Steve aren’t going to last. I mean, look how different you guys are! You’re awesome, you DM for Hellfire, and you’re in a band. What does Steve do? He works at Family Video all day and sure, he looks kinda good without a shirt on, but he has nothing else going for him!”

Lucas and Dustin looked at him in confusion before Dustin cleared his throat. “Eddie, we know you’re not going to hurt each other. You’re both our big brothers and you’re not actually dating. Steve likes girls! I’m sure he’s just looking for a way to let you down easy. I’m sorry, man.”

Meanwhile, Eddie looked at them indifferently. He couldn’t believe that these little assholes would say that to him and at a DnD session no less! He whipped his head to look at the original Hellfire members only to find Gareth, Jeff, and Grant looking shellshocked. 

“Do you boys feel the same way?” He asked them, his eyes flashing dangerously. 

Jeff shook his head slightly, “no way, man. We just don’t know Steve well enough to give him a talk. You know we’ve always supported you, if you want us to threaten him a little, we can.”

“Yeah, we’ll threaten the socks off of him!” Grant nodded. Gareth though just continued glaring at the kids.

Eddie nodded, it seemed there was a division of true friends and posers around the table. If his little sheep didn’t want to believe he and Steve would last, he’d show them. He and Steve were for life. Eddie was like a parasite, a viral STD if you will. Once you got him, you were stuck with him forever.

“Well, thank you for sharing your opinion. Does anyone else feel that way?” He asked them. Did the rest of the Party share the same views? He desperately needed to know. 

Lucas nodded slowly, “well, yeah. Hopper says you guys are only seeing each other because you’re trauma-bonded and Robin said that it doesn’t mean anything anyways.”

Eddie chuckled sardonically. Oh so, the entire Party was against them? Fine, he didn’t need to be a part of the group that tore his life apart anyways. 

“Alright, Hellfire’s disbanded. Get your stuff and get out. Corroded Coffin, we’ll continue the campaign as a three-piece on Thursday before band practice. I’m going to go see Steve, the guy I’m in a relationship with. You know, the one that ‘doesn’t mean anything’ since we’re ‘too different’ and ‘trauma-bonded’ and ‘waiting to get let down easy’? Go fuck yourself and fuck your precious Party too.” And with that, Eddie stormed out. 

He drove straight to Family Video and was ashamed to find that frustrated tears had started leaking from his eyes. He couldn’t believe this. After all they’d gone through together with the Upside Down and psychic killers and murder accusations, being in a relationship with Steve was the tipping point? Absolutely ridiculous. He darted into the video store and didn’t even slow his stride as he threw his arms around Steve where he was talking to a customer. 

“What the- Eddie? Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay?” He asked him before turning back to the customer. “I’m sorry, could you talk to Robin over at the counter please? Have a nice day.”

Steve gently herded him into the employee lounge and pressed his teary face into the crook of his neck. “Eds, hey, what happened?”

“I’m so sorry, Stevie. I never should’ve said anything!”

“About what? What’s going on? Weren’t you supposed to be playing DnD today with the kids today?” Steve asked him. He wiped the tears from underneath Eddie’s eyes and rested a hand on the back of his neck for comfort.

“I asked the kids why we hadn’t gotten a shovel talk from anyone yet before we even started. They said that no one in the Party thinks we’re going to last. Hopper thinks we’re trauma-bonded, Mike doesn’t think we’re fucking compatible, Dustin thinks you’re faking it, and Robin thinks we’re not serious. They’re not interested in ‘wasting their time’ giving us a talk.”

Steve blinked in surprise before his face hardened. “We don’t need their acceptance or their approval. We know they’re wrong and that’s what matters. We don’t even need a talk from them. Fuck ‘em! We can give ourselves a shovel talk if our good-for-nothing-friends can’t do it!”

“Steve-” 

“I’m serious, who gives a shit about their opinions? Who are they to judge? Dustin’s dating a girl over the radio that lives in goddamn Utah or some shit. Lucas can’t judge because Max broke up with him again for like the tenth time this month. Mike’s only girlfriend was a girl he found in the woods that didn’t know any better than to date him. Robin’s never even been in a relationship so she can’t judge us for having one. And Hopper is 100% going to be in the doghouse after I tell Joyce about what he said. Fuck what they have to say.”

“But Stevie, how are we going to give one to ourselves? That doesn’t even make sense,” Eddie told him gently.

“Fine, then we’ll give one to each other. Eddie, if you break my heart, I’m going to give Wayne adoption papers and take your last name whether you want me to or not.”

Eddie sputtered, “what the fuck? What kind of talk is that? You’re supposed to threaten me with physical harm, not whatever mindfuckery that was!”

“Don’t belittle my shovel talk! Like you could do any better,” Steve scoffed at him.

“Oh yeah? Steve, if you break my heart then I’m going to break your kneecaps so you can’t leave until I win you back. And if I break your heart, I’m going to finish what the bats started.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie! Are you okay? That’s fucking violent!” Steve yelled.

“That’s the point!” Eddie screamed back.

“No it’s not!”

“Yes it is, you’re supposed to threaten to hide the body with a shovel,” Eddie said like it was obvious. 

“Dingus, stop talking to Eddie and get back to work. We have a line,” Robin said exasperatedly, poking her head into the back room. 

“We’re giving each other shovel talks since you losers wouldn’t do it. You know, since this means something. I’ll be out when we’re done with that,” Steve told her bitchily. 

“Fuck off Buckley,” Eddie hissed venomously. Robin looked shocked at his mutiny but backed away regardless. 

Steve stared at the door for a moment but Eddie drew his attention back to himself with a whispered, “if you don’t hurt me, I’ll help you hide a body.”

Steve cackled and murmured back, “you already were accused of murder once, you need to stop being so violent!”

They continue to date until marriage is legalized in the state of Illinois, where they move shortly after they deliver their truly remarkable shovel talks. As payback, they get a marriage certificate at the courthouse and don’t invite anyone from the Party to act as witnesses. Instead, Uncle Wayne, Jeff, Gareth, and Grant surround them and hear the clerk declare them husbands. 

(Hopper and the rest of the Party find out at Christmas that year and everyone loses their shit in synchrony. They all learn a valuable lesson that day that Eddie Munson holds the meanest of grudges.)

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[coldfanbou]

Manor: Emotions In Bloom

Sorry for being late; got caught up in something that wasted hours. Anyway, here we go with Nayeon.

Length 2.1K

Nayeon x Mreader

Previous Part

You wake up late in the morning with Nayeon sleeping in your arms. After your shower with her the night before, she had ended up sleeping in your bed. It felt wrong for her to leave, and you both settled on this option. Your arms hold her loosely, allowing her to roll over and face you. Her hands rest on your chest as she continues her sleep. You watch her carefully, moving her hair away from her face. As you stare at Nayeon, you glance at her lips. They look soft, and the light pink color is slowly pulling you in. Nayeon stretches her body as you move closer. Her hands rub against your body as they move up your chest and end beside your head. You’re tempted to go in for a kiss but decide against it, feeling it would be too risky. At that moment, you feel Nayeon’s arms flex as she pulls you in. “Just…one,” She mumbles in her sleep. 

You let it happen; you let Nayeon pull you into a kiss. Her lips press against yours, and you shut your eyes. You enjoy the feeling, wanting to last forever. At some point, you feel Nayeon’s arms quickly move away from you. Your eyes slowly open to see a panicked Nayeon. “What’s wrong?” You ask, blinking as your eyes adjust to the light.

“Um, nothing, nothing at all,” Nayeon replies as she turns around. “I should head to my room.” Nayeon hesitantly tries to move your arms away from her. You resist slightly, not wanting her to leave your arms. 

“We should talk about last night.” You state simply. You lock your arms around Nayeon, and she turns around slowly. “I want to talk about last night.” You repeat.

“I-It was an accident. I shouldn’t have pushed my way into showering with you.”

You stop her from continuing, “I liked it, Nayeon.”

“I…You liked it? Really?” Nayeon looks surprised, but the corners of her mouth poke up in a small smile. “Maybe we could…experiment.” She says, her shaky hand touching your cock. 

“I’d like that.” You reply, doing the same with her cunt. “But I think we should talk about our feelings first.” You say, pulling your hand away. “I want to know where we stand after all…this.” You look her in the eye as she purses her lips. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Neither do I.” 

“Maybe we could- what if…” Dozens of thoughts rush through Nayeon’s mind as she tries to come up with something. Nayeon leans into your chest, her arms snaking around your body until she hugs you tightly. “Could we be together? We’ve been friends since we were kids, and I always liked you. You just never noticed me like that. I changed a lot since the last time we met because I wanted to be someone you could see like that, but when I saw you again, I started acting like back then.” Nayeon pauses, rubbing her face against your chest. “I know you got out of a relationship not too long ago, but could we be together? I can wait for you if you’re not ready. At least until…” Nayeon shakes her head. “I’ll wait, but please hurry.” 

You’re confused about what Nayeon means but don’t have time to ask as someone knocks on your door. Nayeon hides under your covers quickly. “Hey! I got something new for you.” It’s Moonbyul. She opens the door and shuts it behind her. “Let’s get down to business. Chuu and Yuna are working together. Seems like your old man has Yuna acting as the love interest while Chuu is the wingman, er, woman.” Moonbyul sits on your bed, only to shoot up as Nayeon pops up.

“What’s going on?!” 

With a hand to her chest, Moonbyul yells out.“Christ, you scared the hell out of me!” Moonbyul looks at you, “You could’ve told me someone was in here. Having someone else know just makes things more complicated.” She points at Nayeon, “You, not a word to anyone of what you heard.”  Moonbyul looks back to you, “We need to go somewhere private.”

“What if I help you? Then can I listen?” Nayeon loudly asks. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t like the sound of it.” 

“I think she can help us Moonbyul.” Moonbyul rolls her eyes and mouths something before agreeing. The three of you sit down, and Nayeon learns about what’s happening. 

“Now that she’s all caught up, we can start again. Chuu is support, and Yuna is the love interest your father hired. I snagged a look at some paperwork while I was in your father's office and took some pictures, too.” Moonbyul unlocks her phone and tosses it to you so you can see the paperwork yourself. She continues, “So the big mystery is solved. We know who you should avoid because Yuna’s goal is to marry you.” 

“Okay, but what does Chuu get out of it?” 

“Money, one of the last pictures is the potential money that would be moved into her bank account. Yuna gets to marry into the family and get stinking rich. Chuu gets a smaller cut; how they decided on that, I don’t know. Anyway, you’re still the target.”

Nayeon interjects herself into the conversation. “What if I married you? Then this would all be over, right?”

“Hold on a second, you’re making this more complicated than it has to be. Nayeon, I don’t want to marry you if it’s just to avoid my parent’s wishes. Maybe I’ll just go away for a while. I don’t want to deal with any of this.” You rub your head, wanting this situation to be over.

“You could always run away. Though, I think your pops would hire some people to drag you back and might even force you into a shotgun marriage. I’d be willing to help you for some more money. I might even convince Hwasa to join. She does love you, after all.” You consider your options. 

“I think… I’ll take you up on that.” 

“I’m coming too,” Nayeon says sternly. “I have my own reasons.” She follows up with a quieter voice. 

You nod your head. “Alright then, guess it’s settled. Moonbyul, I’ll send you the money soon.”

“Yeah, I’ll get everything ready. It’ll be a few days, so act normal; I’ll call you when it’s time.” Moonbyul gets up and gives you a handshake. “It’s been an…interesting time working with you. I certainly never expected the things I’d have to do to keep my cover.” She leaves the room, leaving you and Nayeon alone.

“So I guess you’re coming along.”

“Yep.” Nayeon sits next to you and places her head on your shoulder. “Where do you want to go?” 

“We’ll let Moonbyul decide. She’s the one getting us out of here.” You both laugh, placing your arm around Nayeon’s; you can’t help but smile. “Do you remember when we said we would explore the world together?”

“Yeah, I just didn’t think it would be like this. I had other ideas in mind. I also imagined we would be treasure hunters.”

“We could still do that.” Your thoughts move to Nayeon offering herself for marriage. “Hey, Nayeon. You were really willing to let yourself marry me?”

Nayeon covers her face, “Shut up,” She says while pushing her elbow into your side. “I still want to be with you; how about we date?”

Jokingly, you comment on her suggestion, “Hmm, I don’t know. I don’t think you can handle me.” 

“I did last night, and I can again.” She says, putting a hand on your crotch and rubbing it. Nayeon takes your comment as a challenge and fishes your cock out of your shorts. You groan; her soft hand wraps around your shaft and strokes you slowly. “See?” You move your hand off her shoulder and into her pajama pants, rubbing her folds. “Ah, no fair.” She moans softly.

“It’s completely fair.” You retort as you slide your hand under her panties and push your fingers inside. Nayeon’s body jerks to the side, knocking it against yours. She starts to stroke you faster. 

You turn your head and instinctively go in for a kiss. Nayeon takes her chance and kisses you back. You both moan into the kiss until you near your orgasm. You both want more, and Nayeon climbs on top of you. Still clothed, she sits on top of your cock, rocking back and forth slowly before starting to strip. First comes off her shirt; Nayeon’s arousal is visible; her small nipples are hard and poke her chest as she lies on top of you.  She struggles to stay on top of you as she attempts to strip off her pants. You hold her waist as she kicks them off with much more effort. You laugh at her struggles; Nayeon furrows her brow and frowns at you. “Come on, Nayeon, it’s funny.” You tell her. Left in her panties, Nayeon starts grinding on you again. The thin fabric of her undergarment quickly becomes soaked in her juices as she starts moving faster. You moan, too, though the pleasure isn’t as great for you. You take off your shirt while Nayeon enjoys herself. As Nayeon lifts her body and moves her panties to the side, you angle your cock for her. “Are you ready?” You ask, wanting her to be sure she wants to do this. 

“I’m ready.” She says nervously. She places her hand on yours and slowly lowers herself onto you. “Hnggh, ah, you-you’re big.” She cries as she takes you in. You can feel her pussy stretch to fit you inside. You let out loud moans as her cunt consumes you. She sits down on your body as she finishes taking you in. “Ah, fuck.” Nayeon says, her body twitching and her walls clenched around you.

“Did you cum?”

“Q-quiet.” Her heaving chest starts to slow down as she catches her breath. “Give me a second.” You lean up and start kissing Nayeon's neck while your hands wander her body, playing with her breasts and moving down to squeeze her soft bottom. Her high and soft moans turn you on. Soon enough, she’s ready to move. Nayeon lifts herself, groaning as she feels your cock drag against her walls. You rest your hands on her waist, gently pulling her back down until she’s at your base again. You feel her warm walls squeeze you as she reacts. Slowly but surely, Nayeon begins to pick up the pace; she asks for your hands. You give them to her, interlacing your fingers with hers as she bounces on your cock. 

You watch her small breasts bounce up and down. You take one in your mouth, swirling your tongue around her nipple, bringing her to the edge. Nayeon switches between staring at you and having her head tilted back so she looks at the ceiling. Her moans are slowly getting louder. “I’m c-close,” She says. “Are you? I want to cum together.”

“I’m getting there.” You moan back. “Let me.” You say, not giving her a clue about what you would do. Keeping your hands tied to hers in a somewhat awkward position on her waist, you start thrusting into her. Nayeon bites her bottom lip as she feels you thrust deep into her cunt. Her walls begin to clamp down around your cock as she nears her orgasm. You go faster, driving your cock into her quickly and forcing her to cum. Nayeon leans forward and lets out a tremendous moan. You pull her down on your final thrust and cum inside her. She feels herself be filled with your cum. Her brain shuts down for a moment, and she babbles before crumpling onto your chest. It was a powerful orgasm; you feel drained after. Nayeon’s pussy milks you even after you’ve given all you had. It keeps you hard. You lift Nayeon’s head, watching her eyes roll back momentarily before you call her name. Her eyes become half-lidded, and she tries to look at you as you press your lips against hers. Lazily, she returns the kiss before finally resting her head on your chest and falling asleep. While you feel tired, it’s not enough to sleep, so you lay there with Nayeon on top of you.  

You pat her head and watch as a small smile forms. You stay like that, letting her rest until she wakes up on her own. Both of you need to start packing for your getaway. You’ll have to meet with Moonbyul to plan on how much you can realistically take with you.