#they just want to take care of the PATIENT

[strawchocoberry]

SHE WANNA KNOW HOW IT TASTES

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ featuring. suo hayato, kiryu mitsuki, sakura haruka, hiragi toma, umemiya hajime, kaji ren x fem reader

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ content warnings. smut, oral sex (m receiving), throat fucking, dacryphilia, praise kink, degradation kink

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ synopsis. choking on his dick — word count. 1.2k

SUO HAYATO.

✦ He may tell you that it doesn’t matter whether you give him a blowjob or not, but secretly he fantasises about your lips wrapping around his cock and sucking him off.

✦ He is super gentle and lets you do whatever you want, allowing you to explore him just like he has done so many times.

✦ He obviously doesn’t expect the effect you have on him, turning him on with few soft licks around his shaft.

✦ Suo has to force himself to sweetly smile at you when you look up at him with his tip in your mouth. Fucking hell, you’re just so cute and so hot at the same time, he can barely contain himself.

✦ HEAVY ON PRAISE!! With every inch you take in, he praises you harder to continue. He looks mostly composed while telling you what a good girl you are, even though inside his darkest desires want to break free.

✦ His resolve crumbles to nothing when tears spring from your eyes and you gag on his dick. He keeps your head in place and softly thrusts inside your mouth, few grunts escaping his lips when he cums.

“So perfect… You’re so perfect…”

KIRYU MITSUKI.

✦ He guides you through it all, telling you what to do and is super patient!! He will gently hold your cheeks and guide your movements at first, before leaving you to suck him off on your own.

✦ HEAVY ON PRAISE TOO!! He loves to see your flushed cheeks with his dick deep down your throat. If you let him, he will take photos and keep them for the lonely nights you’re not with him. He may even take a video to capture your cute yet lewd expression.

✦ When you lick the vein on the side of his cock, his abs tense and Kiryu lets out a slutty moan. The sound turns you on, so you decide to keep licking that vein. He knows you’re doing it on purpose, but he cannot resist your doe eyes looking back at him, so he lets you toy with him a little.

✦ But even he has his limit. And when he’s reached it, the dark lustful gleam in his eyes tells you all you need to know. You watch him gather your hair in a nice ponytail, before he thrusts deeper inside your mouth.

✦ He doesn’t care how messy it becomes. Your drool drips down the corner of your lips and few tears flow from your eyes each time he hits the back of your throat, then spills his seed and moans your name in the sluttiest way possible.

✦ Pulling out, he wipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb, smiling at you, before kissing you and tasting himself on your tongue.

“That’s my girl.”

SAKURA HARUKA.

✦ SUPER SHY!! Even though he has fantasised about it, he is too shy to ask for it. He gets super flustered when you offer to give him a blowjob and tries to put a strong front. “Hmph! Do whatever you want!”

✦ And that’s what you do. And it turns him in a puddle. The way your lips perfectly wrap around his cock, the way you swirl your tongue over his crown. Everything you do makes him melt under your touch.

✦ His fingers get tangled in your hair. And he gets so lost in the moment, he unconsciously forces you down on him, taking more of him in your mouth. You moan around him, the reverberations making him harder.

✦ Sakura cannot help the series of curses that leave his lips, using his free hand to cover his blushed face.

✦ When he feels his orgasm reaching, he tries to pull out, feeling too embarrassed to cum in your mouth. But you don’t let him. And he’s too weak to resist your pleading eyes looking up at him.

✦ If you ask him, he’ll say with a flustered face that it was an accident that he moaned your name when he cummed.

“…Please do that again sometime.”

HIRAGI TOMA.

✦ THE MAN ALMOST HAS A STOMACH ATTACK when you drop to your knees and unbuckle his belt, pulling his trousers and underwear down enough to free his aching cock.

✦ He’s too stunned to stop you from taking him in your mouth. He lets out a soft grunt and runs his hand through his hair, deciding to let you continue.

✦ The way you’re toying with him and the mischief in your eyes as you look at him is enough to make him want to remind you who really is in control.

✦ Grabbing your head with both hands, he keeps you steady as he thrusts inside your mouth quite harshly, enjoying the way you gag. He almost looks pitifully at you when tears well up in your eyes.

✦ MIX OF PRAISE AND DEGRADATION. Hiragi is secretly a sadist who loves seeing you at his mercy — or lack thereof.

✦ Expect to have a sore throat after he’s done with you.

“You look so cute, little minx.”

UMEMIYA HAJIME.

✦ He too has fantasised about it A LOT and he just can’t take it anymore. He will probably follow you around like a puppy and beg you for it till you agree.

✦ His fantasies fall short before reality. You’re even cuter with his dick buried deep in your mouth than he has ever imagined.

✦ He had promised himself he’d take his time. He lied. You’re too irresistible for him not to hold you down and rut his hips in your mouth.

✦ Umemiya’s drunk at the feeling of your mouth enveloping his cock. PRAISES THE LIVING HELL OUT OF YOU, even though he’s tearing your throat apart uwu.

✦ He begs you to let him cum in your mouth, although you cannot really resist the temptation.

✦ He will nag you for some quick throat-fucking at the rooftop whenever nobody’s around.

“Feels so good, baby.”

KAJI REN.

✦ You can see the slight rosy dust on his cheeks when he asks you to suck him. It doesn’t take long for his shyness to go away though.

✦ MIX OF PRAISE AND DEGRADATION!! He learnt from Hiragi, after all. And he can tell you love it, because you’re moaning on his cock like a bitch in heat.

✦ He loves choking your neck while you suck his dick. It makes him grunt your name in pleasure.

✦ Kaji wipes your tears away with his lips curled up in a smirk when you glide your tongue over the vein under his shaft. He knows you’re doing it on purpose and fuck him, because it’s working.

✦ When he starts thrusting harder and faster, you know he’s impatient because he’s so close to his orgasm.

✦ He waits till you’ve swallowed his cum, before he pulls out and devours your lips.

“You’re so adorable, kitten.”

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[lancermylove]

Learning His Language (HC)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: Leaders x gn!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: I saw the post about the requests being open but everything said it was closed. So if they are closed my apologies. May I request a Gn reader trying to learn the dorm leaders languages. Like how Idia is Greek or malleus being like Celtic?Again if I was wrong and requests are closed I apologize.

A/N: Requests were open. I had the open post queued and forgot to change closed to open in the other places. 😅

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Idia Shroud (Greek)

Not many have taken an interest in his culture, so when he hears you trying to speak Greek behind closed doors, he is shocked. He hears wedding bells.

Ortho tells him to let you learn on your own, but Idia can't possibly do that. So, he develops an app for you.

Not once does he laugh when you mispronounce something, and he is surprisingly patient with you.

With his help, you will be speaking Greek in no time. Then, the two of you can make fun of the other students without them knowing.

Malleus Draconia (Celtic)

The prince is pleasantly surprised with your attempts at learning one of the Celtic languages. It is a sign to him that you are taking your relationship seriously (if you are dating him), or it is a sign of respect.

He personally teaches you and asks Lilia to help. While Malleus takes a serious approach, Lilia takes a laid-back approach.

They often share ancient stories and traditions to give you context.

Malleus likes to tease you when you say something wrong, but he never pushes any limits; his words are more playful. The prince doesn't want to make you nervous or anxious to speak with him.

Leona Kingscholar (African)

When Leona hears you struggling to speak of the African languages (take your pick), he chuckles to himself.

Initially, the prince doesn't care, but he is surprised when he sees that you are making a genuine effort.

He personally teaches you, but once in a while, and makes things very easy for you. Let's just say he is a great teacher when he wants to be.

The prince admires your efforts and, shockingly, never makes fun of you for making mistakes; rather, he quickly corrects you and tells you why what you said was incorrect.

Once you are fluent, he likes to speak to you in his national language, especially while looking others in the eyes. Leona likes to make them feel uncomfortable by making them think he is talking about them.

Riddle Roseheart (British)

The moment he hears you trying to speak English, he becomes your teacher, even if you don't want him to be. He is determined to teach you.

Riddle is the best teacher you can ask for, but he can be very strict. Expect him to send you texts about grammar rules and give you short quizzes just to see your progress.

With him teaching you, you will be a pro at English in a few months.

Meanwhile, the students in Heartslabyul hear wedding bells and can't wait to attend your wedding in the future.

Azul Ashengrotto (Sea)

It takes a lot of convincing to get Jade to give you books so that you can learn the language of the sea creatures.

The first page of the book is enough to make your head spin, and when you go to Jade with tears in your eyes, he is already prepared to help you.

When Azul sees Jade teaching you their language, he is shocked. Why didn't you just come to him directly?

From then on, Azul personally teaches you, and he makes the lessons fun by involving movies, music, and easy-to-remember examples.

He wonders why you wanted to learn his language but hasn't gathered enough courage to ask you directly. Do you like him or something?

Vil Shoenheit (German)

He catches you trying to learn German while walking in the hallway of Ramshackle. Your pronunciations are so off that it makes him want to facepalm, but Vil understands that German pronunciations are difficult.

Like many others on this list, he becomes your personal tutor. But you are expected to follow his rules and be dedicated. No excuses.

Vil truly admires the effort you put in, even if you make mistakes. If you ever feel uncomfortable or frustrated, he motivates and encourages you.

Sometimes, when Vil is busy, Rook will come in his stead. You thought the hunter only knew French? No, he learned German for Vil.

Kalim Al-Asim (Arabic)

Kalim can't control his happiness when he hears you speaking broken and incorrect Arabic for the first time. He gives you a bone-crushing hug.

He tries to teach you, but you end up confused each time. Jamil can't take it anymore and volunteers to be your personal tutor alongside Kalim.

While the dorm leader shares the Arabic culture, movies, and music with you, Jamil teaches you the technical parts of the language.

When you start speaking somewhat fluently, Kalim throws a party in your honor. Then, he calls his siblings and tells them he is ready to bring their sister-in-law/brother-in-law home with him.

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[mopopshop]

Ignore (Emily Engstler x OC)

based on this request <-

part two <-

give feedback if y’all feel like once again tysm for being patient, hope y’all enjoy 🙌🏾🙌🏾

You and Emily had been planning to go to this event for weeks. It was a big night, a celebration for her team, and you were thrilled to be her date. You spent hours getting ready, choosing the perfect dress and making sure every detail was flawless. But as soon as you arrived at the venue, things started to go wrong.

Emily was immediately swept up in a sea of teammates and fans. You tried to stay close, but she was always a step ahead, laughing and chatting, leaving you behind. You felt like a ghost, hovering on the edges of her world, invisible.

"Emily," you said, trying to catch her attention. She was talking to a coach, her back to you. "Emily, wanna grab something to eat?"

"Hold on, Bri," she said without turning around. "I'll meet up with you in a minute"

You took a deep breath, feeling your frustration build. You decided to give her some space, hoping she would come find you when she was ready. But as the night wore on, she didn't. You watched her from across the room, feeling more and more isolated.

"Em," you called again later, spotting her with a group of fans. "Can we talk for a second?"

"Just a minute, baby," she replied, not making eye contact. "These guys want to take a picture."

You stood awkwardly, the laughter and chatter around you a stark contrast to the growing sense of loneliness within. Every time you tried to approach her, someone else would pull her away.

"Emily," you tried once more, as she hugged a teammate. "It's getting late. Can we head out soon?"

"Just give me a second, Bri" she said more firmly this time, almost as if she was annoyed with you. Her smile returning as she faced her friend.

The drive home was silent as you could feel your anger rising the more your mind went over the night.

When you finally got home, you couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Emily, we need to talk," you said, your voice shaking with anger.

"About what?" she asked, kicking off her shoes and heading to the kitchen for a drink.

"About tonight! You ignored me the whole fucking time!"

"Briana," she sighed. "It was a big night for me. I had to talk to a lot of people."

"I get that, but you didn't even look at me! I felt like I didn't exist!"

"You're overreacting," she said, pouring herself a glass of water.

"Overreacting? How am I supposed to feel when my girlfriend can't even acknowledge me?"

"You knew this shit was important to me," she replied, her tone dismissive. "I can't babysit you at every event we go to.”

"Babysit me? Is that how you feel?"

"How the hell am I supposed to feel when all you do is act like a fuckin child" she snapped, her patience wearing thin.

You felt tears sting your eyes, but you refused to cry. "I just wanted to feel like I mattered to you tonight."

"No shit you matter to me, Bri!" she said, her voice not wavering. "But you can't expect me to be by your side every goddamn second."

"That's not what I'm asking for! I just wanted you to include me”

Emily looked at you, her expression a mix of frustration and guilt. "I don't know what you want from me."

"God you are so frustrating! I just told you what I want, I want you to care," you said, your voice breaking. "I want you to make the slightest bit of an effort."

She was silent for a moment, then shook her head. "I can't do this right now. I'm tired."

"Fine," you said, your voice cold. "But you’re not sleeping here”

“Seriously? Are you fucking serious?”

“Yeah, yes I’m fucking serious, Em. If you’re gonna sit here and pretend like you don’t care about me, say that I act like a child, then you can get the fuck out of my apartment”

“You’re doing way too much right now”

“I really don’t have it in me to care, get out”

Emily stood there for a moment, her face a mask of shock and disbelief. Then, she scoffed, turning on her heel and heading toward the door.

"Fine. If that's how you want it," she muttered, grabbing her jacket.

“Yeah that’s how I want it”

You watched her, feeling a mix of anger and sorrow. "You can't just brush this off like it doesn't matter and then get mad when I actually do something about it”

"Look, I don't have the energy for this tonight," she said, her voice softer but still edged with frustration. "I'll call you tomorrow."

"Don't bother," you replied, your voice trembling. "Not unless you're ready to actually talk about this."

Emily paused, looking back at you with a mix of regret and exhaustion. "Goodnight, Bri."

You didn't respond, watching as she walked out and closed the door behind her. The silence  be of the apartment was overwhelming, pressing down on you like a weight. You sank onto the couch, the tears you had been holding back finally spilling over.

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[miinatozakiii]

asap baby

kim minji x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: hanni and danielle spent months getting you and minji together only to find out you haven't kissed once

wc: 4.1k

warnings: sixth member reader ; they makeout i GUESS muahaha very small tho very short ; if you have a sweet tooth you'll love this one I hope ; loser gf minji I fear (my type) ; not proofread

a/n: LOSER GF!!! muahahahaha also i wrote this in one sitting what

not many things make kim minji weak in the knees, she’s very good at keeping her composure. however, as soon as you were put into her life, all of that was thrown out the window.

you’ve been minji’s member for over a year. you’ve also been dating kim minji, the prettiest most gorgeous girl you’ve ever met for nearly two months now–all thanks to hanni and danielle, your other fellow members.

as happy as they were to get you two together, it was almost dreadful to witness the two of you together. it wasn’t necessarily awkward, but time alone with minji was limited, and you two were stupidly shy and giddy when the girls were around you. the two of you still act like how you did while you were crushing on each other – before the confession – and it’s not entertaining.

you’re much more outgoing and open about your feelings, however, but you’re willing to be patient for minj–even if that means her taking forever to initiate things and show you just how in love she is other than using acts of service and gift giving.

it isn’t until hanni and danielle bug you to death on your whole relationship, itching for more out of the two of you.

–

hanni and danielle sit in front of you, petrified.

“you’re telling me, the most you’ve done is held hands with her and kiss her on the cheek?” danielle gasps, her brows creasing.

you shake your head, blushing. “okay, well, i’ve kissed her hand and forehead too–”

“bro, you haven’t kissed her? you’ve been dating for like, almost two months are you fucking kidding me?”

putting up your hands in defense, you begin, “hey! she’s… shy… i think about kissing her and shit like that all the time but… i just… you know.”

“oh y/n, you haven’t even tried to initiate it? i know her, she definitely wants to kiss you too.”

“well,” you start, crossing your arms. “kissing isn’t the most important part of a relationship. she makes sure i’m healthy and we sleep in the same bed and i like her and care for her and–”

“well yeah you’re right but we didn’t spend five months listening and watching you two drool over each other just for you to end up together and act like an awkward couple in the 90s!”

“hey! we’re not! stop that!” you roll your eyes, then flop onto your bed from where you sit. picking up your phone, you gaze at the picture of your girlfriend on your screen. “i just– we kind of agreed to take it slow.”

“take it slow my ass man.” 

“well, everytime i’ve tried to initiate things more… you know, couple like… we always get interrupted! i mean i’ve tried to kiss her but i swear hyein and haerin have some superpower that lets them know when one of us tries to and they end up walking in and ugh!”

you weren’t lying, really. most attempts at trying to be affectionate and bolder were often interrupted.

after two weeks of going out with minji, spending nights together and cuddling as you talked about who knows what, you finally had the chance to be home alone. with everyone's schedules piled up, this rare moment of solitude was perfect.

minji had her arm around you as you both watched a movie, deciding to spend your last hour together curled up beside each other. your thumb gently grazed her hand repeatedly, making her smile and lean her head into you a bit more. it was calming, just being there beside her. the warmth of her presence was comforting, filling you with a sense of peace.

halfway into the movie, you turn to kiss her jawline. she tilts her head slightly, allowing you better access, her smile widening. the simple act feels intimate and precious, a quiet affirmation of the more romantic bond that took months of (mostly danielle and hanni’s) work to happen. 

her skin is warm and soft against your lips, sending a flutter through your chest. you savor the moment, wishing it could last forever.

“that tickles, you know.”

“mm, but you’re so cute.”

“you’re so corny,” she says, blushing. she looks at you more closely, tilting her head. “is that my t-shirt?”

“too early to do that?”

minji shakes her head. “nah, you look cute.”

her lips turn up in a smile, and you mirror her. “now look who’s corny.”

“oh, shut up, you’re literally blushing.”

“that’s only because the girl in front of me looks so good right now.” you gently push her glasses up so they sit on the crown of her head. the movie in the background dissolves into white noise, and minji’s breath hitches. your eyes dart down to her lips, making you subtly bite the inside of your own. “so good, kim minji.” 

she leans in closer, the warmth of her breath mingling with yours. the moment feels suspended in time, the anticipation building. you can see the sparkle in her eyes, feel the rapid beating of her heart through the closeness of your bodies. everything about her draws you in, making you smirk as your head tilts.

just as your lips are about to touch, you hear the door swing open and a pair of voices fill the air. you and minji quickly part, hearts racing. minji chokes on nothing, coughing as hyein walks into the living room and plops down on the couch between the two of you.

"hey, what's up?" hyein asks, oblivious to the moment she just interrupted. “what movie? no way you’re watching the mario movie without me!”

you exchange a quick, knowing glance with minji, both of you struggling to suppress smiles and calm your racing hearts. 

“sorry…” you mumble, turning to hyein and giving her an apologetic smile. “you’ve already watched this movie like three times!”

“still! i can’t believe you left me out…”

minji scoffs playfully, smiling at the two of you. she raises her brows at the youngest member. “you literally had a shoot, it’s not like we can facetime you in the middle of it.”

if that were even possible, hyein would’ve had to witness everything that had happened before. you and minji preferred things to be less… out there. besides, hyein didn’t even know the two of you were more than just members that had gotten super close. 

“hey, let’s watch it the next time we’re both free then!” you offer.

“yes for sure! anyway, i’m going to go change”

hyein walks off, leaving you and minji a space away from each other. minji stands up and puts her hand out, you grab it with a teasing smile. your girlfriend rolls her eyes at you and starts to lead you to the room you two share.

the two of you don’t really speak on the incident.

–

it takes a bit of time, a few weeks after the first incident to be exact, before you get the confidence to try again.

the rest of the members and your performance manager have gathered outside to recharge and grab water, leaving the two of you alone. minji sits next to you on the floor of the practice room against the mirror, both of you sweaty from practice.

minji is on her phone, her breath still a bit heavy from the past thirty minutes of repeating and repeating several moves until they were perfect. your eyes soften at the sight of her, knowing how hard-working and passionate she is about being an idol. she's been your main motivation ever since you both were trainees, and the way she caught your eye was also a factor.

you admire her dedication, the way she pours her heart into every dance move and every note she sings. the sweat on her forehead and the tired yet determined look in her eyes only make her more endearing to you. the room is quiet except for your breathing, the air thick with the lingering energy of your intense practice.

gathering your courage, you inch a little closer to her. your heart races, but the desire to share a tender moment with her pushes you forward. you reach out and push away some of the hair framing her face, which makes her turn over to look at you. her eyes smile before her lips do, making you fold.

“tired?” you ask.

“very.” minji admits, putting her phone down and giving you all of her attention. “you’re sweating a lot, you must be too?”

“it’s whatever.” you sigh, leaning against the mirror. you stare at your girlfriend, her eyes drill right back into yours before a smirk plays on her lips.

“you like what you see?”

“my sweaty girlfriend?” you chuckle and push her arm, then bite your lip not-so-subtly. “for sure.”

minji smiles, gums showing a bit. she places her hand on your knee, letting her fingers run up and down your skin. “you’re a tease.”

“kim minji, you look so kissable right now.” the words flow out of your mouth, pausing minji in her place. 

she clenches her jaw before scooting closer to you, her hand moving from your knee to your arm and under the short sleeve covering your bicep. her touch is warm, sending a shiver up your spine.

without saying a word, she leans in, her eyes locking onto yours. the moment hangs in the air, charged with anticipation. 

“yeah? what are you going to do about it l/n y/n?”

you scoff lightheartedly before leaning closer, time seems to slow down as you move your hand to caress her jawline softly. “wouldn’t you like to know.” you whisper just centimeters away from her lips.

both of your eyes close and just as you begin to close the distance, a group of girls bursts into the room. 

you and minji part suddenly, pushing each other away as your cheeks turn crimson. the interruption is jarring, and you can feel the heat rising to your face, matching the flush on minji’s cheeks. the lively chatter and laughter of the group fill the room, making it impossible to continue the moment. you exchange a quick, embarrassed glance with minji, both of you silently lamenting the lost opportunity.

haerin stares at the two of you on the floor as if a meteor had just landed between you, causing both of you to jump apart. there’s now three feet of awkward space between the two of you, and haerin simply tilts her head.

“minji, y/n, you didn’t get water?” haerin asks, her voice tinged with curiosity.

“not... um, thirsty,” you manage to say, feeling the heat of embarrassment still lingering. minji nods in agreement, her gaze darting away briefly.

haerin’s expression remains unreadable as she continues to observe the two of you, her silence adding to the awkwardness that hangs in the air.

your girlfriend jumps up with energy, clapping her hands and beaming, “alright! let’s continue!” which makes you chuckle. minji looks back at you and you mouth, good save, before sticking your tongue out at her.

–

“i told you we almost kissed! we just... every time i want to and we get close, it gets ruined.”

danielle frowns sympathetically, feeling bad after hearing your frustration. hanni shakes her head, then crosses her arms and nudges danielle closer to her.

“dude, just kiss her,” hanni sighs, then turns to danielle, who looks utterly confused. “like this.”

“woah, wait–”

hanni smiles mischievously at you, then fixes danielle with a serious gaze. “just put your hand on her shoulder like this—” she squeezes danielle's deltoid, making her gasp in surprise. “—then look her in the eye.” they lock eyes, and danielle can’t help but smirk at the absurdity of the situation, struggling to keep a straight face. you chuckle, thoroughly amused by their impromptu demonstration.

“then say whatever lovey-dovey shit and lean in, mmm~” hanni hums playfully, puckering her lips for effect.

danielle smirks back, leaning in slightly and catching hanni off guard. hanni jumps back dramatically, looking at danielle with mock horror as danielle bursts into laughter. you join in, unable to contain your amusement at the whole scene unfolding before you.

“oh, come on, hanni pham~ we have to give her a demonstration!”

“gross!” hanni sticks her tongue out at dani, who’s laughing louder now. “i didn’t think you’d actually play along!”

“don’t be shy!”

“i hate you.”

you smile at the two, rolling your eyes playfully before leaning back and hugging your pillow again.

the thought of minji, right before she’s about to kiss you, fills your mind with warmth. memories of those moments flash before you, making you smile. her lips look soft, and you've imagined how they would feel against yours countless times. they must be heaven, and you can't wait to experience it for real. you don’t want this to just be a daydream you have everyday anymore.

kissing minji is something special, something that has to be perfect. you want it to be a moment you both cherish, not hurried or awkward like hanni's demonstration. you want to approach her with tenderness and sincerity, making sure every detail is just right. it's a moment you've been waiting for, and you want to make it unforgettable for both of you.

“ugh, this is so frustrating.” you sigh, collapsing onto hanni’s thigh.”

danielle thinks to herself, then lights up. “wait, you’ve always been the one to start it, right?”

“i guess?”

“just find a way for minji to do it instead then.”

“and how will i do that?”

"just use your ways, i don't want to think about how i'd get minji to kiss me. that's gross…" hanni interjects, prompting you to push her head lightly.

"okay, minji is not gross, and she’s my lovely girlfriend that i want to kiss very much, thank you." you defend minji with a playful smile, while hanni pretends to gag, earning chuckles from you and danielle.

you start to ponder danielle’s suggestion seriously. how could you make a move on minji? she’s confident on camera when it comes to variety shows, livestreams, or anything of that sort, even playing along with fangirls’ comments. but she’s completely different when it comes to you, her girlfriend, and always reserved when it comes to initiating intimacy. she's comfortable with cuddles and the occasional kiss on the cheek, but you want more.

as you think about it, a plan starts to form in your mind. you recall how she responds to your touch, the way her eyes soften when you compliment her, and how she leans into your affection–but this is all behind closed doors

every nuance of minji's personality and her vulnerabilities flood your mind, and they all seem to revolve around your relationship. you muse over the idea of teasing her playfully to elicit a more spontaneous reaction—like kissing you.

as you think about the dynamics between you, a plan starts to take shape in your mind. 

–

the notification on your phone alerts you that minji is live, and since you're done with everything you need to do and nearby, you might as well surprise her.

you stare at the screen for a moment, admiring your girlfriend. she's wearing the leather jacket you bought her before you started dating, a white t-shirt underneath, a cap perched on her head, and the glasses that always make her look even cuter.

"ugh, you're going to be the death of me," you mutter quietly to yourself as you gaze at her image. gathering your courage, you knock on the door to the room she's in. you watch as she jumps in her seat, clearly startled by the sudden interruption.

"hello? who is it?" minji calls out, her voice tinged with curiosity. "hanni, is that you?"

you chuckle softly, turning off your phone and deciding to play along. slowly, you open the door just a crack, peering in with only the top half of your head visible. minji's eyes widen in surprise, and a bright smile instantly lights up her face, showing her gums and top teeth.

“y/n!” minji rolls her chair to the door and opens it fully, grabbing your hand as you step inside. “what are you doing here?”

“i got a notification from phoning and wanted to see you.” you grin, knowing her cheeks are warming up since the live is still going. “i have squid crackers.”

minji pulls a chair beside the two of you and pats it down so you can sit. “yum, let’s eat!”

“okay, okay.”

the live continues on with the two of you bickering over small things, arguing over vegetables and you trying to convince her that they won’t kill her. the comments roll quickly, something tells you that most of the live will be clipped and shared online, not that you mind.

nearing the end of the livestream, you and minji sit close together, your arms brushing against each other as you read through the comments. the phone sits on the desk in front of you, capturing your interactions with your fans.

underneath the desk, where the phone is positioned, minji taps your knee. you subtly glance down and see her hand open, silently motioning for you to hold it. a smile spreads across your face as you turn towards her, interlocking your fingers with hers. you exchange a brief, affectionate look before turning back to the camera, continuing to hold hands as you engage with the comments and wrap up the livestream.

you move your head closer to the screen to glimpse at a few comments, most of them complimenting minji with her glasses on and tousled hair. your lips turn up and you agree, “yeah, the comments are right.”

“what do they say?”

“that you look…” you read a certain comment that makes your nose scrunch as you laugh. “they're saying you look… scrumptious?”

minji chuckles, shaking her head. “strange.”

you lean back in your chair and keep your eyes focused on minji, the whole time as she reads through more comments, eyeing her like a meal. yeah, the comments have a point.

your girlfriend tries to maintain composure as she notices you eyeing her up and down, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek in a playful manner. she turns to meet your gaze, and all you do is smirk at her, glancing down at her lips for a fleeting moment before locking eyes with her again.

kim minji can stay sane for the cameras, she has to. 

even when you look at her like that, and in her hoodie. 

“minji please be my girlfriend…” minji reads out quietly, making you sit up and move to look at the screen yourself.

“absolutely not.” you retort, bringing minji in closer by the arm. “she’s off limits.”

minji looks at you, trying her absolute best to keep her cool and playing off her nerves with a laugh. “says who?”

“me.” you mumble, turning to face her. 

the livestream captures the entire scene: you grinning mischievously at minji, playfully holding onto her arm, clearly enjoying teasing her. she visibly folds a bit internally, swallowing lightly as she glances over at the rapidly scrolling chat. sensing the attention, minji gently unlinks your arms and ruffles your hair, pushing your chair back with a playful eye-roll as a blush spreads across her cheeks.

"okay, that's enough from you, y/n," minji sighs, feigning exasperation but unable to hide her smile. she addresses the screen, her voice warm despite her playful annoyance. "bye bye everyone, stay safe and see you next time!" with that, she ends the livestream as fast as she can, placing the phone down on the table.

as the screen goes dark, you exchange a knowing look with minji, both of you aware of how bold you were.

minji pulls your chair toward her, stopping you in your place right when your faces are a hand’s length apart.

“what was that y/n?” she questions you, narrowing her eyes. 

you giggle. “what do you mean?”

“you know what i– ugh, we’re going to be clipped and posted and–”

“and you’ll be watching over it all?”

minji gazes at you in disbelief, her breath catching slightly as she meets your gaze. you return her look, peering at her through lowered eyelashes, a subtle smile playing on your lips. the air between you two is thick with tension, the intensity of the moment palpable.

you begin to stand up, stretching your arms out as you make your way towards the door. however, before you can take another step, your wrist is gently but firmly pulled back. you turn around, surprised, to see minji still seated in her chair, her eyes fixed you, her pupils dilated.

her cap and glasses are taken off before she stands up and meets your level, her hand travels to your waist.

“was this on purpose?”

“what was?”

"don't make me work for it," minji warns softly, her head tilting ever so slightly to the side. her eyes linger on yours for a moment before trailing down to your lips. you feel a rush of anticipation as you lick them, waiting eagerly to see what she’s planning to do next.

“someone is eager, huh?”

“shut up.” is the last thing minji says before her lips meet yours, finally.

her other hand is on the base of your neck, lightly adding pressure as she kisses you. her lips are as soft as they look, and they feel even better against your lips than anywhere else. 

both of you pull away, then minji looks at you hesitantly. “is this okay?”

“fucking finally,” you sigh right before cupping both her cheeks and kissing her again.

minji's grip on you tightens, her touch indicating the need to hold onto you as the intensity of the moment deepens. the scent of peach and jasmine surrounds you, adding to the dreamlike atmosphere. your lips feel like a wish that no genie could ever grant, so hazy and perfect in this moment. as you slide your hands into her hair, the moment feels surreal, as if you're both caught up in a beautiful dream.

she shifts the two of you over towards the small couch in the corner, settling you down and hovering over you. she catches you smiling at her as your thumbs rub her cheeks lightly.

“you’re so cute minji.” 

“stop that.”

“are you flustered? aw look at you–” she cuts your teasing off with a kiss, both of you smiling into it. you want this to last forever, just you and minji together, kissing, her lips on yours, hand in your hair and the other trailing down your torso – just the two of you in the moment and nothing else.

your desire is rejected when you hear a squeal, making minji fumble and fall on top of you, her face meeting the base of your neck.

“minji? y/n? what–”

hyein.

your girlfriend gets up, crawling away from you, her face beet red and visibly flustered. she meets the youngest member with a complete lack of composure, while you sit up and watch everything unfold.

“w-why didn’t you knock?” minji scolds her, immediately looking away from hyein because she cannot look her in the eye after she had walked in on both of you. 

“are you two together? how long has this been going on? oh my god… why did no one tell me?”

“hyein, listen.”

“i knew something was up.” she facepalms, then looks at you. “sleeping in the same room… being alone together so much– i just though you guys were really close until i caught minji kissing your hand.”

your eyes widen. “what? when?”

“you guys were in the kitchen together cooking and ugh it all adds up…”

minji looks at you and silently pleads for help, prompting you to get up and stand next to your lover. hyein looks at the two of you expectantly, raising her brows as you two shrink under her.

“can we please talk about this with everyone else? they can help sort this out.” you suggest, which only feeds the flame (lee hyein).

“everyone else but me knew this?” she says in shock, then pouts at the two of you. “c’mon! why did you keep the juiciest stuff away from me!”

“because! you’re young! and besides, haerin doesn’t know either.” you desperately try to defend yourself, but none of your words get through her head – or maybe they do and she’s too shaken up to process it.

you and minji look at each other, blushes taking over your faces like a tsunami. 

a small breath leaves your lips; hyein had caught you making out with your girlfriend and now you both have to sit her down and give her a little talk as if you were two parents.

but at least you got to kiss your girlfriend after what had felt like forever, so maybe it was worth it in the end.

(plus, that look on minji’s face – yeah, maybe it was slightly worth it even if the kisses got cut short.)

[saywren]

just a little lick

18+. GHOAP X FEM READER. DOM/SUB UNDERTONES, SHIBARI, PAIN PLAY, TEASING, SOMEWHAT MEAN!GHOST. 1.7K.

Soap and Ghost returning from a mission and calling up their favorite barracks bunny, then fucking you as you're all tied up. Ghost watching as Soap gets you ready, sitting across from you in one of those spartan, army-issued chairs. Belt hanging loose, pants undone, thick thighs spread, thin black shirt straining against his bulging arms; tattoos shifting minutely as he lazily palms his soft cock. Just watching.

It's meant to tease you and Soap both. You hear him behind you, muttering to himself as he works, his brogue roughened by the welcome sight of your stripped body. He whines and salivates at the supple bulge of your flesh between the ropes, groaning as you start to drip the more you get wrapped up. Forced to be patient, both of you, as he weaves the rope in the right places, ties it with the right amount of pressure, careful that the knots will hold fast but not cut off blood flow. That would be dangerous, and the boys don't want to lose their pet. Soap dresses you up all pretty for his lieutenant, and with each coil that moulds your body to his whims, your freedom slips farther away. 

You happily let it.

When he finally finishes, there's rope everywhere; it feels like you can't move a millimeter apart from wiggling your toes. Your forearms are cinched together across the middle of your back, the position pushing your chest out like you're showing it off, held secure by a brassiere made of rope. It frames you in, circling around and up your sternum in a proud display of bulging tits and piqued nipples. Those are squished against the sparse sheets in Ghost's bed now, since once Soap finished with your top half, he laid you out on your belly. Holding open your spread legs, he wove rope around the soft fat of your thighs, pressing down your calves to meet them, hog-tying you into place before dragging you forward to let your head hang off the end. 

Except it doesn't hang, exactly, because Soap has even woven the length of your hair with rope - knotting it around the strands and tying it to your ankles, preserving that pretty angle from your chin down to your collarbone, the taut line of your throat. It lets you keep staring at Ghost as he draws his fist over himself, lets you watch as his dick gradually stiffens, jutting from that tangle of light, soft-looking curls. 

Your little neglected clit tingles at the sight of him. You wish you could rub your thighs together, take the edge off the anticipation after such a long and thorough preparation for your soldiers. And Soap was thorough, no doubt about it. Even your labia are framed by twin ropes that fatten up your lips, press into the crease between your groin and thighs. The pressure brings no pleasure with your legs kept apart as they are, but once you're stuffed with something... 

Well.

"She's even tigh'er this way, Lt," Soap pants, chuckling through the breaths as he works into you with little jerks of his hips, gradually splitting you open. "Tigh'est we ever had, tha's fer sure."

You gasp at the frisson as he finally butts up against the end of you, pleasure shivering through your gut. The bite of the knots into your skin, the lewd sound of your cunt squelching around Soap's dick, the way the ropes keep your lips hugging him so close that your clit gets a little rub each time he presses in...

It's dizzying. You thought you'd been fucked every which way 'til Sunday by this point in your life, but you realize now you've never been fucked quite like this before. And there's nowhere to go; naught you can do but take what they give you and nothing more. Reliant on their kindness. 

Or lack thereof. 

Your eyes keep wanting to close, but you force them open, your focus locked on the thick, ruddy meat hovering in front of your face. And each time Soap fucks into you, you jerk forward, little squeals punching from your watering mouth as the force keeps you so tantalizingly close to what you want.

And you really are so close. If you could just poke your tongue out a bit more...

Ghost grunts, drawing your gaze to his scarred face. You've been theirs enough times now that he's started letting you see him, so you don't have to guess whether he's smirking slightly as he looks down on you, holding his cock just far enough away for you to have to strain for it.

"C'mon, li'le bunny," he taunts, amused as you stretch your tongue out, muscles quivering, brow pinched. "Give us a lick."

You're caught between wanting so desperately to taste the meaty head of his cock and trying to endure the way the rope in your hair has your scalp screaming for mercy. Ghost sways his hips teasingly closer, still just a whisper out of reach; so precise as he orchestrates your torture. You whine, more pathetic than frustrated now that the ache in your locked muscles has set in and Soap is fucking you with steady, grinding thrusts meant to keep you feeling good without letting it build into anything substantial. 

"Poor lass." Soap pouts at you, running his hands up the bend of your waist, skimming over the ropes to get your soft flesh in his palms. You sigh as he rubs you nicely, stroking over your hips and the globes of your ass, shallowly massaging your sore body. "Tryin' so hard t'be good fer us..." 

Soap maintains the pretense of sympathy until he hooks his thumbs into the crease between your ass and thigh; you feel the tug as your cheeks spread when he pulls them aside. You huff, souring when he groans appreciatively at the sight of your holes - one puckered up tight and quivering in protest at the rush of cool air, the other with its rim stretched so thin around his cock, dragging as he inches out of you just to watch the way your cream smears along his shaft. The loss of his cock stretching you piles onto Ghost's taunting as Soap keeps just the head nestled inside your poor cunt. 

"Wet as a faucet though, this one," he says offhandedly, ripping a moan from you as he fills you again in one smooth stroke. "Might wanna keep teasin' 'er, Lt. Like th'way she gets all leaky over ye." 

Soap falls back into that rhythm he likes, this time holding your cheeks open to watch the way you swallow him up as he fucks you. Clearly, he'll be no help to you. You return your attention to Ghost, and your eyes grow three sizes as your nose nearly skims his knuckles. 'Cause he's gripping his cock right - right - in front of you. It's red and angry-looking, swollen with vitality, and actually close enough for you to make contact with his tip if you can ignore the pain it would require to reach.

And really, it's utterly fucking pathetic how you lunge for it, a whine straining from you as you yank your own hair just to flick the tip of your tongue against his slit. To be denied so long and then given what you yearned for makes it feel like so much more than it is, and you lap up that briny musk like you'd desiccate without it, single-minded in your need to have just the tiniest bit of him in your mouth. You even manage to stretch a little farther and purse your lips, giving his tip a little kiss; you shudder with pleasure as he squeezes out another drop of precum for you to lick up.

"She wants to suck yer cock so bad, Ghost," Soap remarks, his hips slowing to a languid pace before stopping altogether. A whimper eeks out of you as he presses in deep and sits there. If you could, you'd buck or squirm away from him, but there's nothing you can do but take the sharp, warm pinch of his cockhead pressing achy-tight against your cervix. "C'n feel it. Cunny squeezed me when she go' a li'le taste o'you."

"Tha' right?" Ghost looks down at you, drawing a thumb along the edge of your jaw. You whimper again as it passes close to your bottom lip, feeling spent, weak and needy in the wake of all the build up, the teasing, the trembling pleasure as they toyed with you, pushing that twisting intensity just past the threshold of your endurance. When Ghost feeds you his thick thumb, you suck it in greedily, sniffling back tears at the relief it brings to finally have your mouth properly filled with something. 

"Been too mean t'you, have I?" He patronizes you, and you don't even care; you nod as he cups his palm against the side of your face, your soft cheek meeting the grit of his calluses. The gentle contact is like a release in itself. You lean fully into his touch, docile and pliant, dropping the weight of your head into his palm. He tuts, clicks his tongue, rumbles something vague - gravel-on-asphalt tinged with dark pity. 

"A'right, lovie." Ghost pulls his thumb from your mouth and steps back. 

The loss is devastating. You nearly cry, actually, practically beside yourself that he'd take it all away after barely giving you anything. But he's looking past you to Soap, pushing his pants down those thick thighs. You swallow your tears, watching as his cock bows under its own weight when he steps out of the pooled fabric.

"Le' 'er taste 'erself, Sergeant," he murmurs, jerking his head in a brusque summons for Soap to take his place. 

Ghost's gaze flicks down to you, dark and molten. You shiver, your blown pupils turning into hearts as he adds, "She'll need somethin' t' sink 'er teeth in while I ride 'er.”

[trulyumai]

Looking Past the Fire

Paring: Messmer x Reader

Synopsis: Between the shadow lands, laid Messmer. And between that? His darling wife.

Warnings: Talk of Death

A/N: Ive officially began the DLC and I am WASHED. Also this big nosed fella has been taking over my mind please send help. (I love it)

Enjoy!

For whom could ever love him as much as his wife once did? 

She would be there, to carry his heavy soul, kiss the bruised skin and wipe away the rotting blood. 

His wife was ever so patient; wiping at his dirtied frame carefully, cautiously. Like he was someone who deserved it, needed it. He got used to such loving touches, it was dangerous. His family scoffed behind his back- mumbled about his newfound weakness. But between his own blood was a wall of fire, and between that was her. 

In truth, he craved coming back home, to her, and her adoring frame and sappy expressions. 

He would always call out to her. 

“My love?” His voice was so soft, much more than one would ever guess a man like him would- could carry. 

A man of death and flame. 

“Over here, darling!” And he would see the back of her head, peeking up from the windowsill that laid just in front of their kitchen. 

She would always be in the flower filled garden, tending to each plant with care until her fingers were overtaken with blackened dirt.

She’d lift herself high then, peek over at him with blinking lashes. A serene expression always to be seen when gazing upon the red haired man. 

Messmer without thought would walk forth, to her, and her sun kissed cheeks. 

As if in a daze the man wouldn’t dare avert his eyes; for the goddess in front of him was enough to hold the attention of such a man of power. 

His head ducked under the wooden back door. His back would crack loudly almost every time, and sometimes a groan of protest would leave the pale man’s lips. 

And he would reachout, gently coaxing the woman to him once more, he wanted- needed to feel her soft skin against his rough and war torn body. 

She’d listen of course, and would press her frame to his without further delay. 

Messmer would allow his arms to wrap around her, with his nose digging into her neck to smell the sweet scent of sweat sticking to her damp skin. 

“Husband,” she giggled, hearing his sighs of contentment. 

“I’ve missed you, has the trip fared well?” 

The wind picked up, the giant yellowing trees swayed with the breeze and Messmer could no longer subdue his mind to the stress it was in mere moments ago. 

Right before he placed himself in his wife’s presence, the worries of the palace laid upon his shoulders. 

His command, his power, his reign- 

“Husband?” 

How would she react to the bodies littering the field, the broken families, the hierarchy?

Her fingertips grazed his cheek.

“Hm? Oh, yes, the trip was easy, my wife,” 

The knight picked a fallen leaf that had laid upon her hair carelessly. 

“I’ve established safe perimeters. None shall lay harm to the south for quite some time.” 

She smiled. 

“Of course you did, my strong Knight. For who could be more of a protector than you?”

Bile reached up to the man's throat, it burned his insides with spite and regret. 

His wife was ill informed, she hadn't heard of the burning castle walls- with its soldiers laying crumpled and burnt in his wake. 

In fact, he hadn’t been a knight for the order in many moons, his siege had taken over much of the shadowlands, in which he was close to winning.

For none could stand the fiery ambition held between his sword and gaze 

He was a protector yes, but only for her. 

Messmer let out a deep laugh, it was short and muffled by his lips. 

The knight leaned down and began to trail kisses down his wifes temple, to her jaw, then finally, her lips. 

With a tilt to the head their mouths met, he placed a pale hand on the back of her head, pushing her to meet his lips with more strength. 

Nipping lightly the girl's hands fisted upon his armor, lightly trying to push herself away from the man- most likely for air. 

He complied, and smiled as she let out a gasp for air with pink cheeks and lidded eyes. 

Taking his thumb he brushed it upon her chin, clearing up the saliva that had dribbled down. 

She leaned into his palm, and Messmer once more felt the bite of regret nip at the edges of his mind. 

“Are you staying the night?” Her voice, barely above the howling wind, brought him back. 

Messmer hummed, his hand found the back of her waist. 

“I have dinner going, i'll make your place at the table.”

He only nodded his head as she padded off, not taking his eyes off the darkened clouds approaching their vicinity. 

From the corner of his eye, Messmer eyed the rising smoke. 

The south let out a plethora of darkened fumes, the village there laid in smoldering, blackened ash. 

Of course the south laid safe and ill of enemies; for he had cleared its population down to nothing. 

The land may never return to its original state with its burnt hills and mountains.

“It's ready, my love!” 

Messmer turned back, meeting the gaze of his lover by the doorframe. 

Little drops of rain plopped onto his loosened hair, no longer did light shine through the gray skies, but muffled streams of sun. 

He turned his back to the village, the smoke and bodies. 

For a more important matter was at hand now; the happiness of his wife.

[ybklix]

𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

★ lee minho

✦summary: The time after a break-up is the worst, even more so when, without even asking, you become aware of all the things your former lover has done since you're not by his side. After avoiding Minho, the two of you meet again in the same place and time where it all started, just when you thought you had managed to erase his memories a little, you both find yourselves on an adventure trying to figure it out what really drove you apart.

✭ content - tags - warnings: angst, artist ex bf lee know x fem reader, smut (fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie), cheating, use of nicknames, aftercare.

word count: 8.1k

masterlist

♡ request from anon, inspired by the song: we don’t talk anymore by you know who, I do not support him, never been a fan of his music either lol, I googled the lyrics just to be aware for the request heh + added inspo from the 2004 film, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

little playlist for full inspo w love (excluding c.p.th)

♡ notes: maniac pixie dream boy minho who changes his hair a lot like clementine. the mention of his hair colors are not chronologically accurate, just mention of them.

♡ TAGLIST FORMS - anon list open! my inbox is open 4 request if u want me to write smth, just specify it pls ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ and just be patient <3

dividers by peachesboard

You never understood breakups. They seemed completely absurd to you, why people would break up with a person you love to be with, why does love suddenly have to end? There was nothing good about not fighting and abandoning everything to start from scratch, being complete strangers who know each other quite well. Love is strange, as much as every personality inside each individual, there is no one who knows more about you than yourself; and you, you were never a true believer in love, you lived a silent life focused on your college career, your love fundamentals were not good references, your parents divorced when you were thirteen, realizing so many signs that your father had someone else, and for some strange reason your father talked to your older brother, who tearfully confessed to you that no matter if they were separated, he would always be there for you. Your mother remarried a year later and you decided to convince yourself that these are things that happen, divorces are so simple and common things that happen daily in thousands of marriages, you ignored your little trauma, you went to live with your mother changing your little preteen life and, just hitting your puberty and adolescence, you lived from home to home constantly, your mother would break up with her husband, and then they would get back togheter, in a vicious circle. Yet you couldn't deny that your parents's love was sincere, strange, but sincere and noticeable.

You finally settled in a fixed place when you started university, you were quiet so the city was never ideal for you, you hated crowded places and the constant noise, your parents helped you to stay in an apartment in the town, only 1 hour and a half from the city by train, making a long way to the university of over two hours, but you didn't mind, you loved your routine of going early every morning to take the first route and seeing the swiftness of the landscape through the window of the almost empty train, the people at the station knew you so well that they greeted you kindly, and you were happy with the little details that made up your little routine. As for relationships, it wasn't something you cared too much about, and for some strange reason, something that never happened to you, however, sometimes you felt lonely, but once again, you fell into the unexpected games of fate, finding love so unexpectedly when you didn't anticipate it.

Everything you knew about love - or what you thought you believed - changed when you met the one you thought was the love of your life. He changed your perspective completely, suddenly you wondered why people would want to separate from someone you love intensely and want to be with all the time. You almost believed it so strongly, until, as simple as stupid human nature, the relationship ended.

This particular morning, it reminded you so much of the morning of an autumn that will always live in your heart no matter how painful it is, the morning of an October 21st, 4 years ago, when you were running late for college and your friends kept nagging you about what would be the perfect costume for the Halloween party, but your head was exploding, you were new in college and you didn't care about the costumes, even though you loved Halloween, it was midterm exams and it was your second night of pull an all-nighter, and you fell asleep at your desk over your notes and woke up scared, half an hour later than your usual alarm. Half an hour was half an hour, time was crucial when you lived far from school and every little thing got in the way of your punctuality.

But you sighed, trying to forget those thoughts and calmly leaving your apartment going calmly towards the train station to take you to town; you were not late, if everything goes perfect you would arrive at least 20 minutes earlier than agreed with your friend, a special one, who insisted that you should stay in his apartment, and then insisted on picking you up, but you rejected his requests, making it clear that you enjoyed taking the train and that you would be with him so early in the morning; he was nervous, he had an important job interview in an important company and he needed real emotional support, especially yours, which you accepted since you appreciated him a lot. Plus, in the evening you were going to a birthday party for another of your close friends, who you had been avoiding… because you knew he would be there. Because you knew they would start asking about your well-being since he had a new girlfriend whom he proudly took everywhere, who was beautiful and gentle, not cold and shy like you, who's lively personality fit perfectly with your ex-boyfriend's and they were an adorable couple, whose girl would be intertwining his arm tonight.

You didn't take your usual train first thing in the morning, in fact you had stopped taking it since months ago since you graduated from college and there was nothing in the city for you yet, just the high hopes of getting a job you were trying so hard for and, who your best friend Yang Jeongin promised to get you a position once he gets his too. Jeongin had it all, he came from a rich family and was a bit spoiled, yet he was quite sweet and humble, his parents were strict and always taught him to work and strive for his goals, he was a year older than you and gave you one subject induction courses, making you friends and since you ended your relationship, he has been hard at it to make you forget about your ex boyfriend… and for you to start seeing him with other eyes than just friendship. He had a job interview with a pharmaceutical company, a partner in one of his father's companies and therefore trusted by him. As an executive, and not as a pharmacist chemist Biologist, as you both graduated.

You thought you had perfectly erased your ex-boyfriend from your memory, his voice was so far away in your head, you don't remember his smell, and you don't think about him anymore when you are alone with Jeongin. You don't miss him, or at least that's what you want to convince yourself, you've gotten so used to living alone as it always was your whole life, while you were sure that he had already gotten so used to his new girl as well. But something in the cold air hitting your bare skin that cloudy early autumn morning in September, made a rush of memory of him come to your mind. He was for you, a cozy autumn day.

You walked into the train oblivious to the people already there, your usual middle and back seats were taken so you sat all the way to the front by the window, feeling safe because you had forgotten a coat and the weather was predicting a drop in temperature with heavy wind and rain, and suddenly you remembered that you also forgot your umbrella at the entrance to your house. You cursed internally, sometimes you are a little absent-minded.

You rubbed your hands together trying to get warm and settled your backpack next to you as you felt the train start up, impossible for someone to come and sit next to you. You took the book out of your bag and tried to start reading it, thinking if you would really look like a bitch if you didn't attend Han's birthday, but you didn't consider it anymore, he was dramatic and a great friend, he was at all your birthdays since you met him, even in heavy snow storm, without you asking him, since your birthday always happened on a cold December day.

You couldn't concentrate on your reading, that day for some reason for you was quite melancholic, that's why you hated cloudy days and rain, they altered your mood. You looked towards the window and suddenly, your heart stopped beating when you heard a familiar voice calling your name. You turned around, as terrified as if it were a ghost, almost in a cold sweat. And your eyes found him, standing holding onto your seat as his body swayed gently through the moving train.

Minho. You thought again and again. You watched him as if you hadn't seen him in years, his hair was now a deep dark blue almost black, his handsome face had a small smile and you noticed he was dressed smartly in a suit…. something very unusual for him.

“Hey” you managed to say gravely and breathlessly and, without invitation, he sat down next to you, moving your bag.

“What will you do in the city?” he asked, as if nothing.

The same question he asked four years ago.

As calm and relaxed as if you hadn't stopped talking eight months ago. Everything inside you was disturbed as you heard his voice rumbling in every corner of your body. You thought you had forgotten him, but suddenly everything you had experienced with him filled you up completely in just seconds. You wanted to ask loudly and desperately to heaven, what the fuck you must have done in your past life to suffer like that again, seeing him again.

“Mmm, nothing special, I'll go see Jeongin” you replied, shy and stammering just like the first time you met.

Around the same time, same place, same old train without any repairs, just different seat. Suddenly you remembered that you were sitting in the seat he was in four years ago when you met him. That cold October 21st, almost running to catch the train, agitated and sweating despite the cold weather, once again, forgetting your scarf and coat at home, only carrying with you a small sweater, quickly entering the carriage, sitting almost at the end, victorious of not missing the train while trying to calm down and checking the time like a maniac counting exactly what minute of the class you might be able to arrive. After settling your breathing, you tried to relax a bit by drawing, as you loved to do it, you were good at it, it was a passion you never developed professionally as you thought it wouldn't lead to something solid and you took it as a hobby.

That morning you completely caught Minho's attention as you came in so agitated and running, he usually took the next train, but that morning he felt so homesick and with a personal and artistic block, he felt trapped. He felt time upon him, it was time to grow up, something he never wanted to do, that morning Minho couldn't sleep and went for a walk to the cold and dark beach, he returned disappointed to his apartment and got dressed up, ready to go to the city to meet some friends; he had just finished college months ago, he studied what he was passionate about, but sadly he didn't see expected results in his work, he was a frustrated and unemployed artist, at least in his profession, as he kept small jobs that made him completely unhappy. But that morning, somehow you cheered him up, he turned to see you, who were so concentrated drawing nothing in specific, you were drawing the train station you always took, you had previously checked your phone but you regretted it the instant you saw one of your friends send the cute costume she had together with her boyfriend, most of them dressed in pairs and suddenly all that terrified you… for the first time, you felt lonely, you hadn't had any love interest in high school and your college seemed to be going the same way, you wondered if the problem was you and if you should do something soon… and that's when you felt a look on you, by reflex you looked up, meeting big brown eyes of a boy with bright purple hair looking at you so animatedly; you got embarrassed, blushed and looked away and then you looked at him again, this time the boy's eyes were smiling by themselves, as the rest of the seat was blocking the view of his whole face.

“Hi” he shouted animatedly so you could have heard him.

Confused, you frowned, unsure if it was you he was referring to. It was more than obvious to Minho, there was no other young person around his age in the carriage and he was looking you straight in the eye; he was outgoing, spontaneous and currently sad so he desperately needed a distraction.

You whispered a small, subtle “What?”, not believing he had heard you, to which he repeated again, “I said hi.”

“Hi” you replied almost automatically, without thinking or else nerves and shyness would get the best of you.

Minho was bored of being sad, he wasn't cynical enough to jump from one emotion to another, his sadness was still there, still he wanted to cheer up a bit so he approached you, surprising you completely as you saw his silhouette coming towards you. He positioned himself on his knees like a little kid peeping towards your seat and the drawing on your lap, to him up close, you looked even prettier and when he saw your art it was his doom, you were perfect, he thought so.

“What are you doing?” he added peeping at your drawing.

You remember watching him, with his bright purple color in his hair, his handsome face with big eyes and straight nose, unable to formulate words as he was quite handsome and his voice… it was so unique that you wanted to hear it again. You were a bit shy and antisocial, the only way you made friends was because they approached you, just like he was doing just at this moment.

“It's just a draw…” you replied in a deep voice unsure of speaking.

“You're an artist?” he asked animatedly, this time rounding the seat and sitting in your available one next to you.

You distinctly remember almost losing your breath when you felt and saw him nearby, remember every part of him, his strong presence and sweet scent.

“Oh no, it's just… a hobby.”

“Hobby? But it's beautiful, I know how to recognize another artist myself, I am one” he mentioned proudly with a small smile on his face.

For the first time, you turned to look at him, making eye contact which you have a hard time doing, but you couldn't take your eyes off Minho's, sharp but round, his lachrymal so marked and cute giving the appearance of a cat, his long eyelashes and his pointed nose with the termination of thin pink heart-shaped lips. He continued, without you saying a word, but your gaze prompted him to speak in a certain way:

“I am a cartoonist and illustrator.”

You opened your eyes in surprise, you always loved meeting more illustrators, after all that was your greatest passion, art, after chemistry.

“Really, that sounds very nice, have you illustrated books?” you said with interest.

“I illustrated some graphic novels by a friend, it's called Eternal Flame, then its sequel, A Blue Sunshine, by Han Jisung.”

“I should read it, the titles sound interesting” you said animatedly.

Minho made a small grimace that confused you.

“Honestly not a fan of fiction and romance, but you can do it to see my illustrations” he added amused to which you laughed.

You should have known back then when Minho told you he was never a fan of romance, but you ignored him, you were so blinded by his eternal shine, there was something about him so unique.

“What will you do in the city?” he spoke again.

“I'm going to college… and you?”

“Lunch with some friends” he suddenly answered curtly, not comfortable with the conversation so spontaneously, he didn't want to talk about him and his business in the city. “What do you major in?” he changed the conversation to what you naively at the time didn't know.

“Pharmaceutical chemist-biologist.”

“Chemi-what, I can't even pronounce it” you laughed softly, “Why would you choose something so difficult?”

“I guess I… I like complicated things.”

And that was so true, there was nothing more complicated in your life than Lee Minho, and you dealt and struggled with it three years, not even your career was as complicated as him.

“I'm Minho, by the way.”

Minho couldn't get the pretty girl on the train drawing out of his head.

When you arrived in the city you knew that you both had to leave for your respective destination so he asked you, “What time do you take the train back?” And right at that time you found him again, standing at the station, waiting for you, looking so cute all bundled up and his notorious purple hair. The temperature had dropped further and as soon as he saw you, he wrapped his scarf around you and gave you his jacket while you waited 10 minutes for the carriage. You could see the incredible cold Minho was going through, you felt bad but he insisted you wear it, you breathed in his manly scent combined with a sweet candy smell, it was amazing that it fit him so well even his smell, his appearance was manly, every faction of his face was perfectly marked, but he… was a little strange, strange cute.

You talked for hours, you didn't know that he was also from the same town as you, he was older, by four years, and you were so delighted to meet him that you didn't want to chase him away, and just kept telling him over and over that you were in college, since you were seventeen at the time, two months away from your eighteenth birthday. Minho was cute, sarcastic, joking and spontaneous, you never went through any awkward moments, after he left you to your apartment, you felt bad, wondering if you were going to fall in love always and easily with the first cute guy who paid attention to you. Years later you found out that it wasn't like that, you just fell in love with Minho and his peculiar personality. It was only because of him that you could fall so easily.

You started dating in November, your first date was when you invited him to choose a costume for Halloween, and in the end, you ended up sneaking out of the party to go with him, in December you still pretended you were 18, and that you turned 19, you spent Christmas and New Year's with him, when you got drunk for the first time and confessed between kisses your real age, Minho was impressed and also drunk joked if Y/N was your real name and identity. For Minho you were magic, and like a little lucky charm, since he met you, his life improved, the days were brighter, he got a wonderful job with good pay doing what he was passionate about, but nevertheless he could never leave the town, because it was like a magical place that brought him back to you.

That winter his hair changed to silver, by spring it was blond, one of his colors that drove you crazy and, six months after dating, after fiery kissing sessions, Minho was your first time. Minho was your first time in everything, in love, in your kiss, in sex, your first fight, your first emotional stress for someone far away from your family. Everything. You lost your virginity to Minho in his apartment, who was an expert and was very well endowed in size so he was gentle with you, you couldn't believe how incredibly hot he made you, how well he played with your pussy… and, after that, your steamy honeymoon era started, he changed his hair to brown, every time he changed his hair color, it was like he changed too, a new facet every time, something new to learn and know about Minho.

Your parents and brother adored him, they said he was a little crazy, but he looked like a good man, his parents also adored you, since he was an only child, his three cats loved you and were so used to you every time you visited Minho's parents house, since he also wanted to see his cats, you met Minho's friends who liked you so much that they became your friends too… but not everything was sweet, Minho had the irrational fear of getting bored of you, since his pasts relationships didn't last long, he was unserious, he had so many mood swings that it was hard to keep up with them, after a little more than a year of being together, problems appeared, Minho was frustrated because living in the city would fix everything, he would be closer to his job and would save taking a train every morning, but he was going to move away from you. But you always fixed every fight, with you always apologizing, he never did, not even if he was wrong, but you didn't want to lose him, you loved him too much.

You fought hard for three years and when you reached that amount of being together, everything fell apart, before November of that year when you would be three years long, Minho had to look for another job, which he found, but this time he was so determined to live in the city and he felt tied to you. Which made him feel bad, because he loved you too much but… sometimes he despaired of your shyness and fear of moving forward, your fear of seeing things in the future, even he, who was childish and immature, felt it was time to change, he was 25 years old, no longer 22.

And you insisted to him that you could go live with him, that you practically and anyway already lived in his apartment, that you could go to the city together, but he excused himself with that he loves you too much and he wouldn't make you change who you are and what you love just for him, if you loved the small town, then you should stay there, but it was a bunch of crap, there was nothing in the world that you would love more than him.

And he broke up with you, one cold January night this year, after having another fight, one so hard you knew it would take time to digest, Minho was starting to move out behind your back, he had only told you of his plans, mumbling and annoyed, but you had no idea he already had an apartment in the city. You found him messaging with a girl, being a little nicer than usual, talking cheerfully about what he ate, what he was doing, what movie he should watch; you argued and between shouts he told you she was just his real estate agent and showed the first messages where he was asking for apartments, being so professional; then you picked up that he was looking for apartments himself without telling you anything, and as soon as he saw the woman, she caught his attention.

But you wanted to forgive him, even though he never asked you for forgiveness in the first place, you wanted to think that they were just messages, and that he can still stop it with time, you wanted to hear from him that he loves you.

Still heartbroken and in the snow, you went to the supermarket to buy things to cook in his apartment, to talk and be warm, then make up for it with sweet sex like you always did, because you hadn't been intimate in weeks. Minho didn't expect you that night, still he let you in, you left the shopping on the counter and you approached him so in love, ready to talk sweetly to him and incite him to also talk and touch you, but you saw him, his expression was so serious, all the muscles on his face were tense to form a monotonous expression, you were worried, Minho couldn't hold back anymore, he didn't want to hurt you, he told you that you had to talk, you both sat on his couch and he was done with you. He said to you:

“You know I love you too much, you gave me the best years of my life, but I think we have to explore the outside world, alone, separating for a while.”

Not only did your heart break, but you felt every part of your body ache. The memory is so painful that you decided to erase it, you only remember Minho's dark red hair and his cute, slightly crystallized eyes.

Had you known it was just a game to him, you wouldn't have wasted your love for so long.

And by March Minho had a new girlfriend, a girl his age who worked with him. You didn't know, but Jisung thought you did and came running to you to comfort you, that's when you found out. She was like Minho as a woman, only she didn't change her hair color and maintained a cleaner, more elegant image of a beautiful 25 year old woman. But she was exactly like him, spontaneous personality, outgoing, friendly; she was the exact opposite of you.

You didn't know if he really moved to the city, you stopped talking completely and you weren't interested in asking about him, or his girlfriend. You graduated, after having lived your entire college career with Minho, after he promised you he would be there when you finished studying. Minho knew exactly what day in May was your graduation, but he hesitated so much to talk to you again, that he ended up not talking to you.

He hurt you over and over again and now he felt like it was nothing, waving at you.

Minho grimaced and sucked between his teeth when he heard you were going to see Jeongin, hurt that those were your first words he heard from you after eight long months, seeing another man.

“How is Jeongin?” he asked, nervous and losing his confidence as he fiddled with his tie.

“Fine.”

“You're dating him?”

The question surprised you as much and was as sudden as he was.

“Why are you dressed like that?” you told him teasingly, as confidently as if you knew each other very well, which you do.

“Ahh, this” he said exasperated looking at his suit, “Seohyeon got me a promotion at work and I have to be at the interview dressed like this, you know it's not my style.”

Seohyeon, you repeated in your head, catching on that Minho was passive aggressive with you by returning the low blow that was mentioning Jeongin to him, now he mentioned his girlfriend to you.

The first time you saw Seohyeon was at the birthday dinner of Minho's friend who was also yours, Changbin, in August, she was so pretty and wore an expensive dress that made you go home crying for hours.

“And why are you on this train anyway? You stayed with your parents…?”

Minho laughed softly, making your insides vibrate, you hadn't heard or seen his laugh in a long time.

“I think you were always right, I can never leave the town, I still keep my old apartment, it's full of nice memories” he said, intensifying your gaze on you.

You wanted to laugh in disbelief, for you everything nice living in his apartment is overshadowed by that dark January day. There is nothing else in that place but ghosts and haunting. Fighting and crying.

“So you don't live in the city?” you answered, so cold that it hurt Minho a little, not hearing your sweet, soft tone anymore.

“Yes but, you know when I need some emotional support I have to go to the beach, that's why I stayed there.”

You both kept talking, Minho never closed his mouth, after almost the hour, you saw him so normal again, you didn't know if your wound was open or healing, but you laughed with him again. And you couldn't help but think how handsome he looked in his body-tight suit.

Finally you arrived in the city, Minho noticed once again that you didn't have a coat, so he gave you his long coat, you were impressed but you wanted to give it back to him to which he refused.

“You are going to Hannie's party tonight right?” asked Minho, not wanting to say goodbye to you.

Minho missed you and he didn't know how to say it, he missed your scolding, your stubborn personality, you being more ordered than him, your little routine and just everything about you. Despite having a new girlfriend, she wasn't you, her eyes didn't shine the same as yours, her voice and body were different, he didn't know every single point of her body that made her tremble like he did with you; he tried to look for you in her again, but she wasn't you. But Minho can't help but have a great appreciation for Seohyeon, with her everything was simpler, she talked and expressed herself in every thing she felt, she wasn't so reserved, but he could never love her with the same intensity as he did with you, you were for Minho his first great love, he, a man who didn't even believe that two strangers can soon become each other's world, you were his world in his young years.

You nodded at the question of attending Han's party and, before he could say to you, see you later, the heavy rain caught you completely, drenching you both, you both ran inside the station, laughing at the sudden change of weather. You both looked at each other, laughing and wet.

“Agh, you hate the rain” Minho whispered softly looking towards the window, still remembering every detail about you then turned to look at you, “Don't you have an umbrella?”

You shook your head.

“Neither do I” Minho added, “I can't go to the interview like this, do I look too wet?” he spoke worriedly to which you nodded amused, “Agh, I'll go to the bathroom.”

Minho left and you saw the rain, feeling it for the first time as a healer. But the rain was getting heavier and heavier, having people trapped in the station.

Minho came back, slightly drier and they both sat on a couch in the place, in silence, waiting for the rain to stop, but after 10 minutes of intense rain and silence, Minho went back to talking, as if nothing, updating you on his life, excluding Seohyeon in every part of it. 30 more minutes and the rain started to soften, the truth was that Minho wanted to keep you held for a moment, because he was about to abandon his plans to spend time with you, at least one last time. The last tender date you couldn't have.

Jeongin was calling you, but your phone was silent and in your bag, you lost track of time with Minho, you lost yourself in Minho, once again you were mesmerized.

“The cab is outside… I'll go to my apartment to change… you want to go… dry off.”

You were dry, but you nodded without thinking, it was obvious he wanted to be with you, why say no to him.

The ride was silent, you appreciated the city, so big and where you also shared many memories with Minho and, unexpectedly you feel his hand on yours, you blushed, unable to see it, as if you were eighteen again and everything he did made you blush. He looked at you tenderly, appreciating every detail about you that he missed.

You arrived at his apartment, you took off his coat, however there was something about that apartment made you uneasy, the decoration was not so Minho, it felt like someone else's… you thought, maybe his new girlfriend decorated it for him.

You couldn't observe it much, when Minho took you by the wrist and guided you to his room.

“Help me pick out another outfit.”

You were puzzled, but you let yourself go, however you were elated to see that Minho was undressing.

“Minho…” you said in warning, averting your gaze.

“What, it's not like you haven't seen me naked before.”

You said nothing, and a small photo so familiar on the stand of his TV caught your attention, you moved closer and noticed it was a Polaroid taken of you by Han at a dinner party at his house, you had forgotten that night, you had forgotten that a photo existed. You were stunned, why would Minho keep your memories anyway, you got rid of each and every one of his things, his gifts, his drawings of you, his photos, everything was stored in a warehouse that your parents rented, under a padlock of which you have no key or code, you just threw it there, next to your mother and cried all the way back to her house, as you felt unable to be in yours.

Minho noticed instantly and, wearing only his pants, he stood in front of you and lowered your hand gently to let you leave the picture where it was, you looked him in the eyes, upset, almost crying, you wanted to kill him, he was the one who broke up with you, you never agreed on that, if he had changed his mind soon, you would be together again, but he never called you back.

“It would sound bad… if I told you I still miss you” he whispered carefully.

You watched him badly, so weak, “You're such a fucking idiot” you claimed to him, so angry as if you were barely done with him and you were in your anger phase.

“I know, I know…”

“I have to go” you exclaimed, but he held your forearms tightly.

“Don't go again” he whispered with his eyes shining, “Please don't go again, without you giving me one last kiss.”

You laughed in disbelief, but Minho leaned towards you, pressing his lips together to which you promptly received, his soft lips that you adored so much and had forgotten the sensation, you let yourself fall to Minho's games of seduction, you were lost again. Minho kissed you so tenderly, but then his right hand went to your waist, squeezing it while his left hand held your face, he subtly intensified the kiss, opening your mouth and your tongues colliding, you felt weak again, you hadn't kissed anyone after him and he came back being so much more intense, you were starting to turn on little by little completely yielded to Minho, as you rested his hands on his marked and protruding pecs, you noticed he was more muscular since the last time you touched him, you felt so bad but you wanted to fuck him, you had been having months of abstinence, just surviving off your the lonely nights with your vibrator.

Minho quickly noticed how the situation was getting hotter and hotter and how his loud kisses between sighs made way for many things, Minho drew your body to his, pressed his grip tightly on your waist, he was starting to get aroused, he had missed you so much.

You gasped as you felt his lips moving down your neck, kissing your skin so passionately, now his hands searching for the edge of your sweater, nimbly removing it followed by your bra, you looked into his eyes for a few seconds, whose gaze was lost in your bare chest, with his swollen lips and darker eyes, Minho kissed you again on your chest, this time catching one breast in his mouth making you moan and your pussy throb for him, he kept playing with your breasts with his mouth, tongue and hands, until he pulled away from you, grabbed you by the waist and repositioned you on his bed.

You watched Minho so lustfully as he began to take off his belt and unbutton his pants… and then you realized… that Minho had a girlfriend and that he probably fucks her on the same bed you are sitting on. You couldn't think about it again, when you found your ex-boyfriend's big erect cock, Minho stroking it gently and moaning; you bit your lip at the sight of his dick, it used to be yours only and now you had to share it, you were going to fuck him no matter what, at least one last time.

He came back closer to you and went back to eating your mouth wildly, you took his cock between your hands and started to masturbate him making him gasp between your kisses. He pulled away, making eye contact as he tried to undo the button of your pants, you gasped at the agility and speed in which he got rid of your garment, leaving you in your soaking wet panties.

“Oh I missed you too much” he mumbled.

He kissed you again, this time moving his right hand down to your panties, rubbing your folds over the fabric, you gasped to which a smiling Minho pulled away from you and brought your foreheads together, he had that smug little smile of his, showing off his adorable upper teeth. He looked at you in concentration and so excited, your hand went back to his penis to which he moaned in exasperation. Minho pulled the fabric away from your folds and continued to caress your pussy as he stared at you. Your body began to tremble as Minho touched exactly the part of your clit that was driving you crazy, and he quickly inserted two of his fingers expertly, making your eyes roll white with pleasure, he knew you so well.

Minho continued to work hard on your pussy at the same time you were stimulating him as well. The scene was so dirty, Minho had not felt this aroused again since he was with you, his heart wanting to pound out of his chest, his cock throbbing hard and every inch of its length swollen and sensitive. He needed you so much, Minho remembered your little horny games where he would teach you every single thing about sex, every position, how you should move, what to do with a certain part of your body, everything was orchestrated by him and by your second year of dating you were an expert who knew Minho like a map you knew by heart.

Minho cursed between gasps which turned you on so much, he was so close, while you on the other hand enjoyed so much being stimulated with his hand brushing your labia and clit in an obscene wet sound while his fingers fucked your insides sliding into your walls, finally having Minho, having him like you wanted it to happen eight months ago, at least one last time. Minho pulled away from you and you in a whimper watched him confused, he sat on the edge of the bed, as soon as he said “Come here”, you were already by his side so fast.

“C'mon kitten, I also missed your lips around my cock. Ahhh fuck yes” whimpered Minho, grabbing your hair.

You obeyed him instantly, oh the hard soft reddish tip of your ex-boyfriend with his slippery precum, how much you missed it, Minho's cock was thick and big with veins, it was a dream, you hated that another girl had to taste it, so you would suck him off so well. You stuck out your tongue, holding his cock and gently stroking his balls, your tongue began to stimulate his glans to which you made eye contact with him, but Minho didn't last long, he closed his eyes in pleasure letting himself go completely. His right hand held your hair, while his free hand was in charge of groping your whole body, getting you hornier, you loved it when Minho was too touchy during sex, running his hands all over your body, constantly caressing your bare skin, you sighed half-heartedly, and took his whole length, sucking and licking hard, weakening your ex-boyfriend so ecstatic, there was no other like your mouth taking his cock so well.

Minho's long arm reached your entrance and with his middle finger he fucked your entrance again turning you into a horny fucking slut eager for sex sex and more sex, you couldn't wait for him to finally be in you.

“Ah, fuck princess, I'm gonna cum” whined Minho, with his strong thick thighs shaking feeling so satisfied by your constant movements of your mouth on his cock.

He fucked you harder each time he got closer and closer making you gasp between his cock and you watched him contract his marked abdomen followed by his warm shot in your mouth. You smiled satisfied to see him a little ruined with an expression of pleasure all over his handsome face, you slid his whole cock one last time out of your mouth, dripping a little and making a mess on his thighs, you swallowed every taste of Minho, he watched you sweetly for a few seconds and moved again, he always had to be in constant motion and this time he leaned back against the back of his bed, making his body comfortable, his back between his pillows, sitting up.

“Come here again” he whispered, patting her thick thigh.

You understood perfectly, you admired his naked body for a moment, his long strong legs resting on the bed and his strong arms with noticeable veins on his biceps, you really thought Minho had to go back to the gym in the time he wasn't with you. And you understood everything, every time Minho lay down and made himself comfortable, it was because he wanted you to ride him. You were so happy and wet that you would finally feel his cock in you again.

“Take off your panties, honey or do you want me to fuck you like that“ he added in a thick voice.

You bit your lip, slowly removed your panties as Minho looked at you expectantly with his cock sticking to his abdomen so erect again, you spread your legs and positioned your body over him, your knees next to his thighs and moaned as you felt your wet folds detach, you took his cock setting it steady to let yourself slowly fall on it, Minho bit his lip and you whimpered as you felt half of him in you, stretching your entire entrance and filling all your insides, rubbing hard against your walls, you took your hand off his cock and held yourself on his chest, letting yourself fall all the way down and whimpering again. Minho watched you the whole time as you slid your entrance over him, then turned to quickly watch your pussy rubbing against the rest of his genitals, and returned your gaze to you, with an exalted liberated vein in his neck.

“Good girl, kitty, good girl” Minho encouraged you, panting but sweetly.

He always praised you during sex, it was something he loved to do, to let you know you were doing well and he was enjoying it. He held you tightly on your hips, you felt his hands bigger and his grip tighter if that was possible, he was not the sweet Minho you had known for a long time. You started to move on his cock, moaning as you felt your insides filled with him sliding easily, Minho helped you, pushing your hips to sway on him making you both enjoy; you didn't take your eyes off Minho, he was your same Min as always but at the same time so different.

“Ahh, you feel so good, princess, come here and kiss me” gasped Minho.

You leaned in to kiss him, while his strong hands were in charge of moving your hips up and down, almost grabbing your ass and caressing, in and out in such a slow and romantic rhythm enjoying every inch of his swollen cock in you. You loved the feel of his hands on you and his body close, Minho moved his hands to your breasts and whispered:

“Do you mind if you move a little now, sweetheart?”

You shook softly as you felt Minho's hands massaging your breasts, you rested your hands on his thighs, moving to your pace and making him gasp loudly.

“You're doing it great, princess, kee-keeping going” gasped Minho.

You kept moving and suddenly you felt so close to your orgasm, almost telepathically at the same time as Minho, he stopped fondling your breasts and hugged you tightly, making your body stick with his as he started ramming you fast and hard, pounding every part of your insides intensely, what started so cute and romantic, ended with Minho fucking you hard pushing you both to orgasm, to a shattering and wonderful orgasm, whimpering and cumming almost at the same time.

You felt all of Minho's cum fill you completely, Minho licked his lips at the thought of the pretty image of your pussy bathed in his liquid sliding into you. You lay there for a few seconds leaning against his chest trying to catch your breath, your tits brushing against his chest, feeling his heavy breathing, with your head resting on his shoulder, breathing in his scent, getting a closer look at his short blue-tinged hair. And that was nothing to what you used to do, you used to last round after round… but suddenly, you felt so sensitive to be in his arms again. Slowly you pulled away from him, taking a deep breath to dare to look at him.

You watched Minho, his face was the same but he had matured, he looked more grown up… he no longer had the sweet face of a baby, he was a man, a man who just now you wanted to fuck him every day but you couldn't, nor was it right. There was a slight change in his appearance since you weren't in his life and you didn't know exactly if it was good or bad. You wanted to love him again, but there was no choice for you but to be mature and wish him well in his new relationship, if only she never finds out you had just slept with him…

You traced kisses on his chest and neck, just like you always used to do after sex, you missed him so much, the warmth of his body with yours, his sweet tired face. Minho caressed your back and smiled broadly, hiding his upper lip and showing his teeth, his cute, typical smile that you fall for again and again.

“That was beautiful” he said.

For you it was a beautiful nightmare, just when you were beginning to forget him… now you find yourself with his cock still inside you, looking at him sweetly, fucking in a bed that no longer belongs to you, on a man who is no longer yours.

“What happened to us Minho?” you said to him, sniffing hard and holding back the urge to cry.

“I was a fucking idiot for letting you go” he confessed, hurt.

[...]

You spent the rest of Minho's day in the city, with the excuse of him helping you buy Han a gift, both of you, amidst the guilt, called your respective other people who cared about you, you to Jeongin, apologizing and telling him that you knew he did well anyway and that you would see him tonight accompanying you to Han's party, that you would go to his apartment to get ready, which hurt Minho. Minho, apologizing, which burned every part of your insides, he would never apologize to you, telling her that he was sorry he missed the interview and that he loved her and would see her at Han's party.

You tried to ignore what he said, but you could not. You felt bad about being your ex-boyfriend's mistress and tried your best to get away from him, but he wouldn't let you.

As soon as dusk came, you both had to say goodbye and went to the arms of the respective people waiting for you.

For the first time, Han saw you arrive with a new guy, and his heart was so happy that you are healing, without having the slightest idea that you had fucked Minho a few hours ago, upsetting you even more.

And you saw him in the distance, his shiny dark blue hair, his elegant stance, holding someone else's waist.

You watched Jeongin, willing to change, willing to extinguish the eternal flame that was your love for Minho, as he wrote, as your friend Han wrote in his novel, 'fire can be extinguished, but it only requires a minimal factor to ignite, but a great struggle to completely quench, why we focus on the cause, and not the result, of a totally scorched landscape. It's demaged, it also needs care.' It was your time to let go of Minho, only you just erasing him from your mind was so easy, but you had in front of you the great struggle, which did everything for you. You smiled at Jeongin, he smiled back sweetly, and you began to look closely at how attractive he was.

You and Minho's story was just fiction and romance like Han's book, which Minho illustrated them himself. Han's sequel was more devastating anyway, you didn't want to live it.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Honkai: Star Rail) Stelle, March 7th, Himeko, Natasha, Seele, Bronya, and Firefly missing you

Alternate title: "From the Aqueous Star with Love"

A song from Zeta Gundam got me feelin a certain way, so we doing a song fic. Whether reader is dead or not, tis up to interpretation. (Song: Mizu no Hoshi he Ai wo Komete - KOM_I)

Aoku nemuru mizu no hoshi ni sotto Kissing softly the star of water that sleeps in blue,

Stelle watches the waves of the ocean crash against the shore.

This time, the Astral Express took her to a planet mostly consisting of water, it was a beautiful sight that she got to indulge herself in, along with her companions.

She instinctually looked to her left, about to make some witty comment regarding how such a romantic view was so cliche-

...Only to remember you aren't here with her.

The smile that was originally forming vanishes quickly, her expression growing more somber.

As much as the pain in her heart aches, she knows that you wouldn't want her to dwell on your absence.

Forge ahead, that was the way of the Trailblazer.

(Stelle) "One day, I'll get to tell you about this planet."

Fists clenching, she walks along the path, not looking back.

Stelle's phone wallpaper of you and her smiling together is what reminds her to keep pressing on.

Kuchizuke shite inochi no hi wo tomosu hito yo A person who lights fire of life,

March sits on the side of her bed, staring at her wall of photos, each one bringing a bright smile to her face as she recalled each memory.

But it was shortlived, as her sight inevitably caught sight of the side of you and her together.

Throughout her journey on the Astral Express, she had met countless individuals. Plenty of which she cherished like dear friends and missed them dearly, and plenty more she hoped to never see again in the vast universe.

And there was no one March missed more than you at this very moment.

The photos she took of you two ranged from hilarious to lovey-dovey, to kinda inappropriate for the situation, but each one inflicted a pang of sadness and joy.

Standing up from the bed, March walked over and grabbed one of her favorite photos: One where she was dramatically kissing your cheek as you were laughing, a moment she recalled with perfect clarity.

(March 7th) sigh "I'll add some new photos onto this wall, just you wait!"

Toki to iu kin'iro no sazanami wa The time, the golden ripple,

Himeko put down her coffee as the Astral Express was still in transit, watching as the stars slowly passed her by.

Her eyes glanced to her left, feeling something missing in her usual routine.

And of course this moment didn't feel right: after all, her lover was currently absent.

But that didn't stop her from always putting your favorite teacup next to hers, in some small hope that you'd take your spot like always.

Himeko knew better, logically it made no sense for you to show up right now.

Even so, it was a sign, that she'd be waiting to see you again, no matter where the Astral Express takes her, she'll be able to have you in her arms sometime, somewhere.

Instead of saying anything, she quietly chuckles to herself, going back to her coffee.

Yet, there was a hint of sadness in her recognition, one that her friends could always sense everyday that you were gone.

Ozora no kuchibiru ni umareta toiki ne is sigh from the lips of the sky,

Natasha slumps down on her bed, sighing as she felt how cold it was to the touch.

Another long day taken care of, with many more patients out of her office.

Usually it didn't bother her as much, but these days the solitude was starting to become deafening.

Especially when you weren't here to greet her like always.

Natasha's hands massage her temple, knowing that spiraling wouldn't bring you home, any more than her patiently waiting.

Even the Moles could tell that Natasha wasn't the same without you here to wrangle them in, or give her a loving embrace.

Rolling to her side, she turns to the empty side of the bed, her hand reaching out and feeling only a cold sheet.

(Natasha) "...Just be patient, Nat..."

Saying nothing else, Natasha eventually falls asleep, the only warmth coming from her blanket.

Kokoro ni uzumoreta yasashisa no hoshitachi ga hono age yobiau The stars of kindness buried in heart flame up and call to each other,

Seele just kept herself busy instead of thinking about how much she missed your voice.

There was plenty to do, but every now and then, she would catch herself thinking that she couldn't wait to tell you a story from that day, or something interesting she found.

Only for the excitement to be culled instantly, remembering that you aren't here.

(Seele) sigh "Damn it..."

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Seele shakes her head and looks up to the sky longingly.

(Seele) "...Don't keep me waiting too long before I see you again."

Next time she saw you, it'd probably result in both a punch and a kiss.

Seele thought you drove her insane when you were actually here.

She had no idea how much she'd miss that feeling when you were gone.

Namima sasurau nampasen no yo ni Like wrecked ships wandering on the waves,

Being the Supreme Guardian was no easy task, but it was work she found satisfaction in.

Especially now that her people didn't have to live in constant fear anymore.

She had help from the Astral Express, Seele, Natasha, and so much more.

Yet, it was your aid she craved the most, and was one she wouldn't be able to receive or reciprocate it.

Bronya exhales from her nose, putting down her pen for just a moment.

Looking at the picture frame of you and her smiling brought a small tear to her eye, one she quickly wiped off.

It wasn't goodbye, not really. At least to her.

(Bronya) "You're not gone…You're…just not here right now."

One way or another, she'll be able to tell you everything that's happened when she sees you again.

Mo nakanaide ima anata wo sagashite iru hito ga iru kara Don't cry, any more, because now there is a person looking for you, Omae ni aitai yo to Dying to see you...

Firefly strolled quietly through this planet's field, feeling the wind against her skin blow gently.

It was nights like these that usually got her thinking about plenty of things that brought all sorts of emotions out.

This night being no exception, especially since you were on her mind.

Firefly closed her eyes as a pang of sadness tugged at her heart, but that wouldn't stop her.

Even if it took the rest of her life, she would wait for you.

...No, she would find you first. She'd burn so bright, that it'd be impossible for you to miss her, no matter where you are.

(Firefly) "There isn't anyone in this world who can live alone...Not even you."

Taking a deep breath, she let her armor rapidly form, before the thrusters let her take off at blinding speeds, shooting off towards the stars.

[januaryembrs]

Tea!

Hey, I'm the anon who requested the drabble of bugsy realizing her feelings for spencer. Can you write a drabble based on what happened after spencer saw bugsy and the guy in her apartment?? I found the ending to have been quite abrupt and am genuinely curious as to how things were between them after that (I'm a sucker for angst). Hopefully you aren't also planning a BONUS chapter on this 😭😭 if so, then I'll just shut up bcs I'm actually just spoiling shit atp.

THEN STRANGERS AGAIN | Spencer Reid x Prentiss!Reader [drabble]

description: Spencer thinks he and Bugsy may have invented Murphy's Law. Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong and has gone wrong.

length: 1.1k

warnings: some small hints at mature content, but no actual stuff. angst? curses.

part of the trouble almost all my life universe

authors notes: finally finished my requests off thankyou for being patient with me, now who's ready to for the next TAAML update??

“Who is it, babe?” A deep voice spoke, and Spencer felt his face go green when he saw the adonis of a man who stood behind her, his chest littered with smudged lip gloss and bruises resembling her own neck trailing down to his crotch. 

Her face was on fire when Spencer looked back at her, something betrayed in the hazel of his eyes which he knew was entirely illicit to feel in the circumstances, but it was true. 

“Fuck off, Renly,” She shoved him back behind the door, looking at Spencer like the friendship between them they were scrambling to salvage hung in the balance with whatever she said next. “You remember Renly, my lab partner at Johns,” 

Spencer nodded, the image of her lips on his pubic bone wouldn’t leave his mind, and he wondered what came after that, “I remember him,” 

She nodded back, and they went silent. 

They’d found themselves back at that stalemate.

“I’m just gonna…” Spencer trailed off, something sharp and painful in his chest as he looked at her. This was ridiculous, he had Maeve to worry about. Maeve, who was crazy about him, who he had a date with not even half an hour ago, who soothed the wound Bugsy had left when she’d moved to an entire other continent before he had a chance to tell her how he felt.

Except he did have a chance. He’d had plenty of chances, he’d just been too chicken to take them. And maybe that was what had made him so angry seeing a man twice his stature flirting and touching and grabbing her, knowing what they’d been doing before he’d interrupted. Maybe it was the fact he was irrefutably good looking, or that he was the kind of guy confident enough to call her babe and touch her so easily, or maybe it was the image of what she must have looked like underneath him to be as flustered as she was now. What had they been doing? Was he pleasuring her? Had she been teasing him? Had they been in the middle of full blown fucking?

Spencer didn’t know. The kid who had tackled string theory when he was fourteen years old didn’t know. And he didn’t think he ever wanted to. A whole Schrödinger's cat kind of fucked up where he knew exactly what they’d been doing, and yet his felt something hurt well in his chest at the fact he didn’t know at all. 

He felt like his head might explode, or like he wanted to rip his big brain out and kick it to the curb with how fast it raced with thoughts and images and sounds that all resembled her. 

“I’m just gonna go,” He spluttered, already turning to head down the millions stairs back to where he’d thrown his car into park, his footsteps clicking against the hard linoleum as he took them almost two at a time.

She didn’t care that she had little more than underwear and a shirt on, didn’t care that Virginia evenings had reached almost freezing at this point in the year. Bugsy didn’t care, because Spencer seemed hurt, and that was her least favourite look on him. 

“Spence!” She called, cursing when he didn’t turn back, and she’d barely had time to flick her door onto the latch before she was taking off after him, “Spencer, wait!

But he didn’t listen, he couldn’t. Not when he felt something close to tears welling in his eyes. Why was he getting upset? He was a grown man for fuck sake. He had three doctorates, a genius level IQ, and a job he adored. What did he have to be crying about?

He felt like he and Bugsy could only be described as Murphy’s Law, that everything about his day that could possibly have gone wrong between them did. That of course she was with some sort of adonis at this time of the evening, of course she was with someone else, because why wouldn’t she be? She was attractive, and quick witted, and sharp as steel. And most importantly she wasn’t his. 

“Spencer, what’s wrong?” She called, but his damn long legs were too fast for her, and he’d made it out the front door to her building before she could yell at him some more. 

By the time she got to the lobby, he was already half way down the street, his head straight down at the floor, his bottom lip quivering. 

The chill hit her like a stop sign as she ripped the door open, and she was quickly reminded how bare her legs were as she did so, her teeth gritting together. “Spencer!” 

But he didn’t look back, and she half considered risking the public indecency charges, only to quickly be reminded of her lack of socks and shoes as she took an experimental step onto the pavement, cringing in pain when it felt painfully harsh to her skin. 

Her stomach dropped. What had he wanted, coming to her at this hour when things had felt so odd and icky and wrong between them. Where was Maeve? Even the thought of the mystery girl made her face heat with annoyance, but Bugsy supposed that if Spencer was happy then she shouldn’t feel so damn bitter all the time. It had been the whole reason she’d brought Renly home, though bumping into him in the liquor store had been completely unintentional, because she’d wanted to forget all about the guy who used to be her best friend who she couldn’t have, who had a shiny new genius to hold his affections, to take the place she’d thought was hers. 

She should have known better. Bugsy should have known Spencer deserved so much better. She’d tried to dodge the fact of it in all the years they’d known one another, but it was like the reality had hit her square in the face, and the wind whipping against her bare shins was a wake up call. If things hadn’t been fucked up between them before, then they most certainly were now, all because she’d been so stupid to think she could drown her affections and squeeze out her love for Spencer into another person.  

An arm wrapped around her shoulder and a jacket was shrugged over her, and she looked up at Renly with a quivering bottom lip. She felt like she’d been punched in the gut seeing Spencer so distraught, lost for words, lost in general. And despite her better judgement, for the sake of the fact she’d never felt so alone, she let herself lean into Renly’s warm stomach, his muscles rippling beneath her hands as she shoved her head into his pectoral, burying her face away in embarrassment, possibly to even forced the tears back into her sockets against their will. 

“Is it complicated?” Renly asked, because he’d always been the gentle sort of giant, surprisingly kind for a guy who looked like he pounded roids non stop. Bugsy could have told him it’s because he was raised with a single mother and four sisters, but she wouldn’t bother. Sometimes people were just the way they were, no profiling needed. He patted her back soothingly as if he’d heard what she was thinking. 

She nodded, because nothing summed up Spencer better than complicated. 

“Yeah, it’s complicated,” She murmured, allowing him to kiss the crown of her head, because she was tired of licking her wounds alone, tired of being the one to beg for affection from people too good for her. 

Spencer blinked back the tears the entire way home, cursing himself for the way his stupid, envious brain produced every image possible of the goliath man in her doorway who could squash his head like a coconut, wondering what they were doing now that they weren’t interrupted. They were probably naked by now, probably-

Bugsy let Renly make her a green tea, and in turn he let her sulk and mope and didn’t take it too personally when she made it clear that sharing a bed was as far as they were going tonight. There would be no more nudity than they already were, no more lustful kisses fuelled by cheap red wine and misguided intentions, no more pretending she was someone else entirely. There would nothing.

Because perhaps Spencer didn’t know her as well as he used to, and perhaps that was entirely the problem.

[bumblingbabooshka]

-crawling out from under an abandoned house- B'Elanna Torres who has been denied the chance to feel feminine and small and protected and cherished (as everyone around her constantly portrays her as 'strong, angry, loner, explosive, mean, bitch, standoffish' which obviously heavily colors her perception of herself and makes her less likely to feel she can be vulnerable or she literally just can't be because she has to do her vitally important job and survive and help everyone else survive) to the point that even though she desires it she feels it's silly to even want let alone pursue or expect X Seven of Nine who has been denied the chance to explore her own relationship to gender because ever since she became aware of the concept it has been her tied (and monitored, chastised when deviating) strictly to the most traditional and sexualized definition of femininity imaginable - discovering that she's butch. Are you hearing me? B'Elanna Torres who fantasizes about being wanted gently by men, loved and yearned for by them [looking at her daydream of Chakotay, her classically romantic novels] and Seven of Nine who is not a man but is not a woman - who loves and yearns for her in a way she can't quite express through the narrow lense of heteronormative womanhood that she's been given. Seven of Nine who wants to kiss B'Elanna's hand and protect her and B'Elanna who's never once been protected by anyone, not even her parents. Her own father wouldn't protect her from bullying, saying she was too sensitive. That she should have been stronger. Tom saying he 'didn't think' she cared about romantic gestures because she's so strong and independent. [In this way she is expected, even as a child or in an intimate partnership, to take on everything stoically and to react to anything at all is an 'outsized reaction', out of character, shocking and dangerous - there is no time and no relationship no matter how intimate where she can be vulnerable and soft and wanting without it being 'too much'] Is this thing on???? Can you imagine Seven telling B'Elanna that she sees how scared she is, how fragile she is, and that she'll protect her with her life if necessary??? Can you imagine Seven, injured in some way [calculated yet foolhardy on her part], being tended to frantically but skillfully by B'Elanna who's scolding her with a furrowed brow and a voice so drenched with worry it dulls any harshness in her words which Seven isn't listening to anyway because she's too busy looking at her face and hearing the sound and cataloging how fast her heart is beating and thinking back to all those old movies Tom showed them all with scenes of women tending to their men and being rewarded for it with a kiss and an 'I'm sorry darling' and those holonovels Janeway goes through where a woman in a silk nightgown meets her monstrous lover in the rain or a darkened hall after finding out some terrible secret and nearly drops her candle upon seeing him but remains brave, holding onto her love. Everyone else might be afraid, but not her, she understands him ['we difficult patients have to stick together'] and Seven never saw herself as the tending type or the bleeding heart but B'Elanna is. B'Elanna loves machines, loves people so desperately it makes her miserable, and she never drops her candle. B'Elanna's beating, bleeding heart is pouring over her and Seven realizes she wants it for her own. She wants her for her own. Her love. Her woman. Seven - She's a scoundrel, a stately figure with a terrible secret written all over her face, a brute who doesn't deserve the tender touch he's being gifted and she raises her hands to cup B'Elanna's face and kisses her. And it's the only experience she would privately characterize as perfect. And something clicks very neatly into place.

[reverieblondie]

Finding the Tiefling Bachelors Smut

A/N: I really hope everyone enjoys these hcs. Now these are just my ideas if you have ideas or things you feel like should be added please share! I would love to hear what you think! Huge shout out to @f4iryt3a for letting me use their Cal screenshot! I really appreciate it!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI

Rolan: Scholarly romantic, who endeavors to seek experience outside his books

Now I love the idea of Rolan accidentally finding smut/erotica. That dork would get embarrassed so quickly, but I know he would be intrigued as the new master of Razamaths tower. Rolan, of course, has made it his mission to quickly understand all the tomes and books found in its grand libraries. Through his cataloging, he discovered that not all the books are necessarily history books or grimoires, but there is a collection of books that are stories. Needing to flip through for a rough summary of the story quickly, it's when he scans the pages and pauses…

Ardent eyes trail over her shivering skin. His lips come over to caress her body, his hands sliding up her belly towards her breast. Rough fingers pinch and twist at her sensitive buds, making her tremble with a breathy moan. All while his lips trail down lower and lower…biting softly, licking down her mound. Her skin is like silk against his fevered tongue, and no doubt the lower he wonders, the sweeter the taste… 

"And to think you thought me intolerable…now look at you, love. Panting like a bitch for my tongue…" 

Rolan slams the book closed, his face burning a bright crimson hue. Now, Rolan isn't dumb; he knows what smut is, but he's never actually read it before…And now, as he keeps looking through the books near this one…it seems Rolan has acquired a bit of a collection. He keeps the collection of his newly acquired smut in a locked drawer on his desk.  

Now, on late nights, while he's been in his office for hours, his back is tense, and his neck and shoulders are filled with knots. He needs to let out all this unreleased tension, so his hand wanders down to that locked drawer to finish reading that last chapter… 

The book has been discarded but not forgotten as it lies on the desk. Rolan's breath is labored as he is hunched over his desk, feverishly fisting his cock, whimpering, and throwing his head back as he lets the images flash in his mind. Doe's eyes stare up at him, his hand with a tight fist of their hair…their tongue rolling and lapping at his ridges, tail rubbing their wet sex as he approaches his high. Fuck How he wished it wasn't his hand but their mouth eagerly sucking him, desperate to take all of him. Rolan's thoughts spur him on more, your nails digging into his tights, your throat so fucking tight, just like he is sure your pussy is. And where would you want in? Your gorgeous face? Your breasts? Or would you swallow?

Rolan's hips buckle faster, his loose hair sticking to the sheen of sweat on his neck as he lets out a groan. He would give you all of it; he would make sure to show you everything he could do, how he would study your body just to get you to cum. How he would remember every moan, every tremble, and the way you feel wrapped around so tightly, your sweet voice trembling all those words he dreams you would say.  That's when he feels that wave rushes over him, his legs tremble, and a whimper "ah, a-h!" leaves his lips. Rolan has to brace his hand on the desk as he cums in fast spurts in his hand. Catching his breath, he looks at his mess… "Zurgan…" 

You and Rolan are friends, but you two still manage to argue most days, and you wouldn't like it any other way. Something about that grumpy attitude just makes your head spin. You want to get under more than just his skin; getting under him would be ideal. It's good that you're patient because you're just waiting for the snap where this teasing finally pays off, and he becomes yours. 

You find yourself waiting for Rolan to ask about some magical artifact you found. Honestly, you could care less; you just want an excuse to talk to him and tease him. Unfortunately, you must wait for him…might as well snoop a little. And what do you find in your snooping? A locked desk drawer, intriguing…with a trick you picked up astarion you get it opened to see books? 

Oh….smut books…with a clear theme, enemies to lovers; it looks like Rolan likes to argue as much as you do…you can work with this. 

Rolan walks through the door, "Okay, what do you have for me?" His voice catches as soon as he sees you sitting on his desk (something he says he hates), watching you read through his smut. 

You flick your eyes up to him, "Rolan… I never took you as a smut reader; I would think the Great Master would be too busy…" Rolan approaches you quickly and tries to snatch the book from you, but you hold it behind yourself, not making it easy for him. 

"Hasn't anyone ever taught you about privacy!" He stands right in front of you now, his flushed cheeks on full display for you. "Why are you embarrassed?" you taunt; Rolan sighs irritatedly as he struggles for the book. His body leaning in so close, his chest brushing against yours, his hips between your spread legs, his face getting so close to yours. Rolans is so desperate to get the book he doesn't realize how close he is. 

"Someone needs to teach you proper decorum!" his voice grumbles. "Is that an offer…" Rolan pauses as he hears you whisper in his ear; he turns to face you, his face already so close your noises brush together. Rolan swallows as his eyes flick from your lips to your eyes. " You're teasing me," he says lowly, dropping the book behind you; you wrap your arms around his neck. "Not unless you want me to." 

Rolan lets out a shaky breath before he places his hands on your hips, guiding you to wrap your legs around him. "Must you always have a comeback every time?" 

"What? I thought you liked my smart mouth. Perfect for arguing." Rolan gently lays your body down against his desk, his body over you, making your breath quicken, and your arousal ruins your panties with want. "How about I put that mouth to better use?" 

You two don't miss a moment to start stripping on one another. "What use? Oh, great master Rolan?" Rolan smiles and leans his now bare chest down, his lips pressing hungrily against yours. Before you can slip in your tongue, he pulls back, relishing in the whine you give from missing his lips. "Like making you moan my name." -Damn that cockiness… 

The next few moments are a blur of sloppy kisses, sharp bites to your neck, and the feeling of his hot tongue tracing over your nipples, making your thighs clamp tighter around his waist in a whine. Rolan eggs you on to say his name as his textured cock runs slowly up and down your wet sex. His body shudders with a groan from the feeling of your slick all for him. 

Rolan slides into you, whimpering along with you as you finally moan his name, "Rolan~" you can't help but arch yourself as he pumps into you deeper and deeper with every thrust. The more he rocks in you, the rougher he gets, as his nails dig into your ass, lifting your lower body off the bed as he keeps chanting down at the praise. 

His cock hitting your G Stop, you feel yourself squeezing down on him as his hazy eyes look down at you with a lazy smirk; he's read enough to know what's happening to you, "Oh? About to cum? Come on… Don't hold back, cum for me."

It hits you like a wave making your whole body tremble as your orgasm on his cock, with a scream of his name. Rolan is quick to silence you with a moan of his own as he leaves a rough kiss on your lips. 

Zevlor: An Experienced Romantic

Okay, but can we all imagine Zevlor's shirtless body littered with scars and a nice set of reading glasses low on his nose as he reads some smut/erotica. (Ugh, the dream!) Zevlor, our oldest of the bachelors, has seen his fair share of smut; back in the day, it wasn't odd for some of the guys to hide erotica under their bunks. Though their books were quite different from Zev's. Sadly, those books have been lost to time and the descent. Maybe it was curiosity or the fact that a certain someone has been making his heart race every time they say his name. Now, here he is in the romance section of the library, trying to find one of those old books he used to own. Unfortunately, he only sees books he's not familiar with, so on a whim, he opens a random book…  

If someone walked by, it would tarnish her reputation. A high blood in the gardens this late with a man will surely cause gossip. Especially with her legs spread so wide and her guard positioning his cock so deep in her. Her soft voice moaning so heavenly, only causes his cock to throb more. He's meant to be guarding her…If anyone finds out… She's too important, too perfect to be with a man like him…

"I love you." Her voice, like sweet honey, draws him to hold her tighter, to rut in deeper. He drags his lips across her slick skin, tongue lightly licking the sweat from her neck. Finally, he reaches her ear, "Darling flower…I love you more than you can possibly know…" She clenches and flutters with a whimper, and his hips start to move faster…

Zevlor ended up checking out that book, along with three others the lady behind the counter recommended for him. It turns out they had similar tastes…He made sure to rush home so nobody saw what he had, and Zevlor made sure to put the books in a safe place…in his dresser drawer. 

It's another one of those sleepless nights. His eyes just won't seem to close, and his body won't relax. Maybe he should read a few chapters in his new book…just until his eyes get heavy…

Zevlor can't help but grunt as he feels his balls twitch, begging himself to stroke his girth faster, but Zevlor is patient… he knows what his body can take, so he continues his slow build. Zevlor spits on his other hand to lube his cock, making it slip faster within his hand. His grunts get louder as his hand moves faster, building up to his release. Zevlor shuts his eyes, focusing on the approaching wave of pleasure, his thoughts immediately going to you. Your body is bouncing beautifully as you ride the old hellrider. Gods, he wants to talk you through it and be your guide to your sweet pleasure before he fills you up. How he would dig his hands into the soft plush of your hips to help roll you deeper, cooing softly to you as you begin to babble, your pleasure starting to build to its peak. Gods, how he wants to hear your voice trembling his name… Zevlors hips start to roll at the thought of your snug cunt and your sweet voice chanting how it's too much and how you're coming to cum. The thought of your cum coating him is enough for his cock to throb as he lets his cum shoot against his abdomen. Zevlor sighs coming back down from his high. As he cleans himself up, he wonders, would you clean him up? Perhaps with your tongue? Zevlor shakes his head and chastises himself for the lewd thought. 

You and Zevlor developed a strong bond after everything; you two were supported by each other through getting past everything. Even though Zevlor decided to retire to a small farm on the city's outskirts, you two kept in touch through letters and visits. Part of you wishes that Zevlor would one day invite you to stay at his farm with him permanently…though you are unsure if that is just a silly dream of a lovesick girl… 

During one of your impromptu visits to Zevlors farm, you were helping him wrangle the goats, it turns out Philp the Ram is not a fan of yours… So that is how you found yourself crashed into the water trough after running from a grumpy goat. Zevlor was a slew of apologies as he helped you from the water and told you that you could borrow some clothes from him while yours dries. So, while you were looking for a shirt in his drawers, you found a book? Maybe a peek wouldn't hurt…

Turns out that Zevlor is quite the romantic…maybe it's time you confess…but you need to have a plan…

Zevlar was done setting up the tea, but you still hadn't emerged from his bedroom. Perhaps nothing fits you, right? Or maybe you are embarrassed? Zevlor sits pondering for a few minutes before he decides to walk to the room and check on you. You hear his heavy footsteps before you hear his Knock. " Tav? Are you alright? ""With a deep breath, you tell yourself it's now or never. " Zev? I'm fine, but could you ... come in, please? "

Zevlor, never one to deny a request from you, opens the door; when he sees you, he thinks his heart stops at the sight of your bare thighs sitting on his bed in his favorite mauve shirt. Then he sees the book on his dresser, and his face turns an impossibly deeper shade of red. Great, you think he's an old pervert. Zevlor is about to explain when you cut him off, patting the spot beside you on the bed. He watches your face blush, "sit with me ?"" Zevlor sits beside you. The tension is thick in the air as both your minds reel, kevlar panicking that you think he's gross while you are working the courage to make your next move ... something romantic to impress him.

"About the book I-" It was so quick .... but you forget Zevlor was a paladin, a well-trained one. So when you turned to kiss his full lips, Zevlor caught your face between his hands. His eyes widen in surprise as he looks at your squished cheeks and puckered lips. Your face reddened, " I'm sorry, I was trying to be romantic ... I should have asked to kiss you. "You manage to tremble out through your squeezed lips ...His eyebrows furrow and a slight laugh leaves him; you... Want to kiss me? "He lets go of your head, and it's your turn to laugh. That and more ... if you're willing? " 

Zevlar was definitely willing, willing to run his hands over your soft body, tracing his scars with tender kisses as you sang sweet praises into his crimson skin. His Kisses were so soft as your lips pressed together, slowly building up your hunger for more.

It could have been minutes, hours, hells, even days as you two explored each other's bodies. "Slow ... ride it slow ..." his deep voice whispers in your ear as you slowly roll your hips ." Beautiful ... look at you ... "His lips return to kissing a bruise to your neck as you look into the mirror. Your legs spread wide over his thighs, one of his hands on your hip as the other is wrapped around your waist, holding your front as steady as possible as he thrust So slowly into your drooling cunt. You can see your arousal dripping down his ridged cock as he moves it through your Snug cunt stretched so taut for him. Your hands are holding onto Zevlor for dear life as he molds your insides to his Shape.

Zevlors pace steadily builds as your insides start to clench on him tighter, and your cooing gets higher pitched. He smiles and meets your eyes in the reflection as he slips his hot fingers to your twitching clit, rolling over it in quick circles So desperate to watch his lovely Tav squirt all over his girth again.

What could be more romantic than watching the one you care for come undone on you?

Dammon: A lover of erotica through and through

It is canon that Dammon likes smut, which inspired this whole thing. Damon isn't one to shout out from the rooftops what he enjoys reading, but he isn't shy about it, either. He enjoys reading smut/erotica, and he isn't going to be embarrassed about that. He finds that his favorite works are Bondage and Corruption Kink-based. Sure, the stories are undeniably hot, but the trust, the communication shared between two people engaging in that level of intimacy he's utterly addicted to…and his library will only grow. Still, he always returns to his rarer favorites…

His hand is cold compared to the burning flesh of her ass. She leans into the touch, losing her grip, but that only earns her a swat that furthers the rosy flesh to a fiery blush…" keep holding your ankles.." his voice is stern, and she wishes he would talk to her for hours like this, She grabs her ankles tighter mumbling a soft apology. He smiles and kisses down her spine in approval, "Good girl. Now, what's your safe word?" She feels his hand sliding across her ass, the tightening in her gut coiling further. "L-lavender…" she can't help but tremble, feeling his hand spread her blushing cheeks. "When do we say that word?" she's fully spread to him now, feeling dizzy in anticipation. "If-if I'm feeling overwhelmed, hurt, or just ready to stop." 

He muses at her, bent over, ready for him; he runs his oiled fingers over the metal plug keeping his eyes on her tight entrance…he feels his cock throb from the rush, she wants to slam himself into her ass, but he calms himself with a breath. "Very good, now I'm going to put the plug in, remember to breathe and that it will be cold…"

Dammon only occasionally has guests in his small house, so he has never felt the need to hide his books. So what does he do? He proudly displays them on his bookshelf, rotating out his favorites for a nice reread on his nightstand. 

No matter how many times he might read this book, it always excites him. After a long day of pounding away at scorching hot metal it can get a person tightly wound up…and what's better than an excellent book to help wind you down after a long day…

Turns out that winding down is not what his body had in mind for him tonight. It started off as it usually does, his hand lazily stroking his cock, while he read from his book, but as he kept reading, he couldn't help but think about when he saw you last, bright smile, tight trousers, and your shirt barely containing your breast. You always looked like a vision, and he wouldn't mind getting his mouth on if you only asked. Dammons thoughts go to you bent over his anvil as he pounds into your warm heat, his hands keeping your wrist behind your back as you moan for more to show you all he knows. Dammons bites his lip at the thought, continuing to ram his cock into the crease of his pillow folded between his legs. His hand is not enough, and neither is the pillow, but if he thrusts fast enough, he can almost trick himself. It's your plush thighs he's ramming against. Dammon lets out deep moans as he gets closer, his cock weeping at the tip as he thinks of how deep he could go… how he could explore all of you for him to devour. Gods, to feel you cum all over him, to demand more from you till your body shakes from overstimulation. The pleasure he knows his rigid cock could give you. The surge of his orgasm washes over him as his cum shoots into his pillow with a low groan at the instant relief. Dammon throws his pillow off the bed as he catches his breath, so much for relaxing…

After the end of everything, it only makes sense that you would keep in touch with Dammon; every good hero needs a good blacksmith, and Dammon is yours. He was always so reliable and fun to talk to. It only makes sense that you were running his way whenever your sword or armor was nicked. You two slowly boned and found yourself spending hours just sitting and talking to him, telling him your adventures while Dammon just smiled and worked. Watching Dammon work was also an enjoyable experience; he was always so passionate about what he did… you wonder if he's as passionate in other ways

Dammon had told you to come by his place to pick up your weapons, which he was repairing. Having to do some last-minute things, he had set tea out for you and had you wait in his quaint little home. You waited and waited, but he was just taking so long, so you decided to walk around. While you were walking around, you saw Dammon's bookshelf and looked to see if you two shared the same taste in books…

As soon as you picked up one of the books and started to read it, you just couldn't stop. You didn't know if it was shocking, curiosity, or interest ... but what you were reading was so intense, and you just couldn't help how your thighs were pressing together to help ease your growing arousal. "Enjoying the book ?" his voice chimed, making you jump. Slamming the book closed and trying to stumble out an apology, Dammon just looks at your increasingly flushing face, and his smile grows.

Finally, Dammon gently places his hand on your lips, his face completely unfazed as his calm voice asks, "Want me to show you my favorite parts? "- How could you refuse?

What turned into him reading them to you led to you reading it yourself as Dammon ideally played with your hair as he watched you; he Turned to you, finally sharing in a passionate kiss, to where you are now ...

Both of you stripped down to your underwear, straddling Dammons thigh as he leaves slow, sloppy kisses on the column of your neck, "We will start slow...to show you …"

Your hands are holding on tightly to his broad shoulders as his hands slide down your waist to squeeze your hips. His bright eyes take in your blush as he asks if you're okay if you're ready. With a shy yes, you two start as he starts to guide your hips to grind on his thigh; the feeling of your clit rubbing against him makes warm pleasure rush down your spine to spread through you. Dammon just watches your beautiful face contort to the pleasure, listening to your soft moans and trembling Whines, his cock growing stiff as the arousal drips from your panties to leak on his thighs. God, he wants to trace it with his fingertips and have you taste yourself, but he contains himself, telling himself to go slow with you. Dammon moves his hands up to your breast, groping you softly as you continue your soft grind.

You keep rocking back and forth, feeling the tightness in your stomach as you gradually build your pace. From how wet you feel. Dammon knows you are so close to that high, so he decides to help you more. His left hand lowers your bra as his lips kiss your perked nipples before his tongue carefully traces the sensitive skin, making you moan so softly. Then With his right hand, he slips two fingers through your soaked panties to play with your swollen little clit. The feeling of his rough fingertips toying and then pinching softly is enough for that coil to break within you as you squirt on his lap.

"I'm so sorry …" You say in a gasp, but Dammon only shushes you as he holds you to his chest, his expert fingers guiding you through your orgasm. "You have nothing to apologize for ... that's so beautiful, which makes me want you to do it again ... "You whine and bury your face in his neck from his sultry words. Damon can't wait to teach you more things.

Cal: Innocent but wants to learn

There is not enough smut about Cal, which is a shame; he is a cutie and deserves to be included in the Tiefling Bachelor lineup. Cal always thought that there was only one way to get sexual stimulation from a book and those erotic art books people hid in their homes. He had heard of the desire to seek them out. Well, now Cal's grown up, he has needs. It's while Cal is trying to discreetly find one of these books when he comes across smut. Curious why a book like this would be in this section. That is when he figures it out… 

He couldn't help how her strong body roused him. It was an accident coming across her during her bath, but even the warrior jumped to action and could pin him down beneath her foot. He just stared at her bare body, shining in the moonlight as the water dripped down her skin. He swallowed his suddenly dry throat as the need to lick up every drip off her body to quench his thirst, but only if she wished it. How he would be a dog for her… "Why are you spying on me during my bath? Are you an assassin or just a pervert?" His rehearsed lines over why he joined her on her journey evaporate from his mind.

"My lady…lady, I wish to serve your every whim…I wish to be your hand…it would be an honor to travel with a noble hero like yourself…" Her eyes narrow before she swiftly drops down to his prone form…Gods, please don't sit on him and reveal to her his aching erection… "careful with your wording… you could easily end up as a squire… or my chew toy.." he tries to steady his breath… "whatever my knight wishes…" she smiles…this should be an interesting addition to her travels… 

Of course, Cal quickly bought the book and immediately packed it for home as soon as he left the store. As soon as he got to his room after sneaking past his siblings, he needed to find a place to hide it. The last thing he needed was for someone to see that he had this book. So, after a quick scan of his room, he shoved the book underneath his mattress. Nobody will find it there, right?  

Cal was completely immersed in the story; any time he had time off, she was sneaking off to his room to read another chapter or two. Then, late one night, he found that the plot was thickening, and it was starting to stir something within him. Cal springs from his bed and quickly decides to take a cool bath; that should help cool him right…

The bath did little to ease him; all while he was in the bath, his thoughts kept wandering to his book… and you. Now here he is, his fevered skin feeling the sharp bliss of the bathroom's tiled wall against his back, groaning lowly as he fucks his fist. Cal knew it was wrong to think of you this way, your beautiful legs spread open… your hand teasing yourself as your sweet arousal drips more and more. Cal knew he shouldn't be doing this, but that didn't stop him from shutting his eyes tighter, buckling his hips more desperately as he chased his high. All those previous feelings of shame melt away as your sweet voice calls his name, your eyes lidded, telling him to "Watch me, Cal…taste me…" Fuck, his breath picks up as dose his pace mumbling to himself how much he wants you… what he would fo got "Ah, just to taste you… to have you cum on my tongue…" Cal stroked faster, whimpering and moans growing louder at the thought of you pushing him down and sinking your soft cunt onto his cock. The way you would ride him as you screamed for him was the final straw that had his cock spasming, "Fuck, fuck, Fuck!" Cal couldn't help but chant like a prayer as he made a mess over his clean body. Cal looked down at his ruined body, "Dammit… I need to rinse off again…" 

Cal was always a pleasant person to be associated with; your friendship started when he thanked you for helping end a squabble between his siblings. After that, you two kept running into each other. First, he sought you out for combat advice, which made you two have friendly chats. You two both find each other to open up about your troubles with one other. Cal says he admires you and all the incredible heroic acts you have done, but you admire Cal and his cheerful, never-giving-up attitude. The world always seemed just that bit warmer when Cal is near…  

When you saw that Rolan and Lia were out at the tavern without Cal, you were instantly worried about him. They had told you he was not feeling good, apparently, and that immediately made you need to go see him. So, with a key from Rolan, you made your way to the tower to check in on Cal. When you reach outside his door, you hear a sound that makes you worried…   

The air in your lungs ripped from your throat, causing you to let out a gasp as you saw him fisting himself under his blanket. You and Cal locked eyes; he immediately stopped and quickly apologized to explain himself as he was trying to get untangled from his sheets. Poor Cal fell out of his bed, crashing to the floor in a tangled mess of his bedding. Walking over to him, you crouch Where his arm hides his face. "I .. am so sorry ... I ... didn't mean - ""Cal?" Cal Swallows, "Yes ?" You carefully move his arm away so you can look into his eyes. "Do you want me to help you ?" Cal looked up at you with wide eyes before nodding quickly.

Cal's breath was labored as his sweaty hands gripped the sheets as he looked at you in awe. Your hands wrapped around his length as you -Kissed and licked his peddling tip, your eyes watching his adorable face. Then with a final smile and a whisper to relax and enjoy, you start sucking around him, your soft tongue - licking around his sensitive underside making his hip twitch and buckle. Cal thought he must have fallen and cracked open his skull, passing on to the next heavenly realm; how could it be that you, perfect beautiful you, are sitting on your knees eagerly, sucking and slurping on his cock; it just couldn't be real.

Then he felt his cock push to the back of your throat, and he couldn't help from throwing his head back and moaning your name. You relished in the feeling of his trembling as he came in thick spurts down your throat. You had to hold back from laughing as you heard him apologize. Standing up, you smile at his hazy expression and slight smile. You swallowed him down and caressed his cheek, giggling as he pressed frantic kisses on your palm, saying a thousand thank yous. Grabbing his chin, you smile at him as he asks those words you were hoping for. "I .. um. I have never done it, but could I help you ?' Tums out Cal is very good at following directions.

[diazsdimples]

@hippolotamus and I were bouncing around ideas the other day about Bucktommy gaining custody of Tommy’s younger sibling and it got me thinking. Full credit to Hippo for this idea.

What if Tommy had a much MUCH younger brother (say, 14 years old compared to his 42 years) who he wasn’t allowed to see. Tommy’s parents are Bad Parents, and they abused Tommy his whole childhood, so imagine the gut-wrenching panic he would feel what he finds out that somehow, his mom is pregnant again. The only thing he knows about this kid is his birthday and his name, and that’s it. He itches to meet the kid, to protect him from their parents but he can’t because they forbid him from coming to visit. They cut off all contact with Tommy, and he spends the majority of his 30’s wondering what happened to his brother and if he’s safe.

Fast forward 14 years, Tommy is happily in a relationship with Buck, they’ve moved in together and are contemplating taking the next step in their relationship (💍). Tommy’s happy, happier than he’s been in years. He’s found his family, he’s doing well in his career, he’s in love, life is good. Until one day, he gets a call out of the blue from his lawyer, who tells him that he now has sole custody of one Dillon Kinard. Tommy listens as the lawyer informs him of his parents’ arrest, and how they’re set to be charged with counts of abuse against his brother. As Dillon’s only other relative, he falls into his custody. And Tommy has no clue what to do. Of course, Buck immediately tells him that they’ve got to take the kid in. He sympathises with Dillon (I think his story resonates with Buck a little) and can see the hurt in Tommy’s eyes whenever they talk about the kid. So Dillon comes to live with them and Tommy and Buck get a sudden crash course in parenting a teenager.

Only problem is, Dillon doesn’t want a thing to do with Tommy. He’s spent his whole life hearing about this almost mythical older brother who never came to visit and never one reached out to them. All he knows is Tommy left him, and he hates Tommy for that. Tommy tries to explain that he wasn’t allowed to see him, that he would have killed to lay eyes on the kid just once, to know he was safe, but every step he took to reach out was thwarted by their parents. And Tommy doesn’t know what the fuck to do, but he knows he is going to love this kid and care for him and provide him with the safe, loving home he needed from the day he was born. So every day, he tells Dillon the things Tommy wanted to hear as a teenager. That he’s safe, that’s he’s loved. As Dillon slowly warms up to Buck and Tommy, he sees that Tommy did care. Tommy shows him the letters he wrote Dillon every year on his birthday, and how they got sent back to him every year. Tommy finds that loving Dillon and helping him heals Tommy’s inner child, the kid that had craved nothing but love and his parents’ approval.

Buck though, Buck is stressed. How the heck can he be a good pseudo-parent to his partner’s 14 year old kid brother? He feels like he’s barely old enough to be his father, having only been around 18 when Dillon was born. And Buck’s never been a dad before, he feels so out of his depth, so he pulls away. He doesn’t run, because he can’t leave Tommy, but he retreats into himself a little bit as he tries to process everything. And that hurts Tommy, because right now he needs his partner’s support, and he feels as though he doesn’t have it. Tommy thinks Buck doesn’t want Dillon in their lives and that hurts more than anything. They have an argument about it, and Buck gets so frustrated because he can’t explain what he’s meaning and he knows he’s hurt Tommy, so he runs to Eddie and begs his best friend to help.

Eddie immediately goes about talking some sense into Buck. He sits him down, listens to Buck rant and ramble about how he’s not good enough, and how he’s going to fuck everything up, and how he doesn’t know how to be a dad. And when he’s done, Eddie very very patiently explains to Buck that he is, in fact, a father. That he’s been a dad to Chris for over half the kid’s life now, that he’s loved his son unconditionally. And that he knows Buck loves Dillon just as much. He contemplates roping Chris in to back him up but figures he should probably leave the kid out of it. Instead, he lets Buck cry, gives him some water and some food, and then frog marches him back to his and Tommy’s home, where he sits the two men down and gets them to actually talk to each other, goddammit.

Tommy and Buck might not be perfect parents, and they’re not going to get everything right all the time, but they’re a damn sight better than Tommy and Dillon’s parents, and that’s all that matters. And sure, the 3 of them have difficult days as Dillon pushes boundaries and is just a typical teenager, but at the end of the day, they love each other and they want happiness for their kid.

[mattypattypinky]

Anxiety Self-Care Motivation / Health Anxiety Headcannons

(romantic)

Anxiety would worry about you quite a lot, especially if you had trouble keeping up with your health.

She understands that bodies are a lot of work and hard to manage, and a lot of things can feel like chores... Staying hydrated, taking showers, brushing your teeth... Making sure you get all creases and crevices clean, making sure you eat three square meals a day, and get enough nutrients and stuff... She understands there is so much to do, and it can be overwhelming, and stressful.

And, I feel like she'd worry about you a LOT...

If anything was wrong with your health, she'd overthink for you. Which, can be a blessing or a curse, depending on the situation and severity.

The good news is, she might know what's wrong if you tell her the symptoms!

The bad news is, she might not, and pull some random diagnosis from the internet and panic over you possibly having a deadly disease...

If you told her you had trouble staying motivated to do everyday simple self-care tasks, she would want to help you with them. Maybe they would motivate her to do her own, as well. To show an example for you.

In attempt to motivate you to shower, she might take one herself.

In order to motivate you to eat and drink, she'd offer to eat and drink with you.

She would get you one of those drink bottles... You know the ones, a motivational hydrator bottle.

And if you were too exhausted or unmotivated to brush your teeth, she'd offer to do hers with you, or even brush yours for you! . . She'd apologize for how weird that sounds...

She'd offer to cook for you, if you were hungry, and too unmotivated to make something yourself, and she would be understanding, and not call you lazy for any executive dysfunction you battle with.

She would understand. She would be patient with you, and she would believe any attempt to do something healthy is more than just doing nothing.

Eating half your meal is better than eating none of it.

Drinking half your water is better than drinking none of it.

Showering once is better than never showering.

Etc...

She would be very, very proud of you.

[mopopshop]

Requiem (Emily Engstler x OC)

part one <-

as requested here’s a part two! thanks for showing that fic sm love 🙌🏾😝

Emily's footsteps echoed through the quiet night as she stormed away from your apartment and into her car. Her mind raced with a mix of anger, guilt, and confusion. She needed to talk to someone who could make sense of this whole thing. Without thinking, she found herself driving towards Hailey's place. 

When Hailey opened the door, she was immediately struck by the stormy expression on Emily's face. 

"Damn, what crawled up your ass and died" Hailey teased, slightly confused at her friends sudden appearance.

Emily let herself in and slumped on the couch groaning “Shut up, dude"

Hailey follows her best friend, taking a seat next to her “Wanna tell me what’s up?”

“I got into it with Bri. Like bad, bad. She kicked me out.” she mumbles scrubbing a hand over her face. 

“Fuck, what happened?”

Emily sat there for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts amidst the whirlwind of emotions. Hailey waited patiently, sensing the gravity of the situation.

"We had this big event tonight. It was important to me, celebrating with my team and all," Emily began, her voice heavy with frustration and regret. "But Briana... she felt completely left out. I mean, I get it, I was caught up with everyone there, but she kept trying to talk to me and it’s like— like I told her I’d talk to her in a sec which I meant, you know? I meant that but people kept calling me over to talk and I just kept getting other people thrown at me for some boring conversation. It’s not like I wanted to ignore her but I couldn’t just fuck around in the corner with my girlfriend?”

Hailey listened intently, nodding slightly to encourage Emily to continue.

"And then when we got home, she confronted me about it. She was hurt, Hailey. She said I made her feel invisible, like she didn't matter. I... I called her out for overreacting. I mean we both said some shit we’ll regret" Emily admits. “I tried to just end the argument till morning but she told me to fuck off and find somewhere else to sleep tonight”

Hailey sighed, shaking her head with a mix of sympathy and amusement. "Jesus, Em”

Emily looked up at Hailey with a hint of desperation in her eyes. "I know, I know, I fucked up big time. I didn't handle it well at all."

"No kidding," Hailey replied, her tone teasing but gentle. "Ignoring your girlfriend at an event where you invited her as your date? Like cmon Em, could you be any more of a dick?"

Emily groaned, burying her face in her hands. "I know, I know! I screwed up. I just... I didn't think. I was caught up in the moment, I just feel so shitty now.”

"Good," Hailey said firmly, her teasing tone softening into seriousness. "Because Briana is hurt, and rightfully so. She needs to know that you care about her feelings”

“You think she’ll let me back in only 45 minutes after she kicked me out?”

“It’s worth a try” Hailey shrugs, smiling 

“Fuck, I feel like when I walk back in there she’s gonna beat the breaks off me”

“As she should” They both burst into laughter as Hailey speaks up again “Just be honest and sincere. And maybe next time, don't invite her to an event if you're not even going to make eye contact with her for 2 hours straight”

Emily chuckled weakly, appreciating Hailey's blunt advice. "Yeah, noted.“

"Now go. Go fix things with B”

— — —

As Emily's car pulls up, you feel a surge of mixed emotions—anger, hurt, and a flicker of hope that she's here to make things right. When you open the door, her expression is earnest but nervous.

"What the hell do you want, Emily?" you ask, keeping your tone clipped and guarded, arms folded tightly across your chest.

"I... I came to apologize," she begins, her voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. "I fucked up, baby. I shouldn't have ignored you at the event, and I definitely shouldn't have dismissed your feelings like I did. I just got caught up in everything, but that's no excuse."

You study her carefully, weighing her words against the hurt that still lingers. She continues, her words becoming more impassioned as she tries to express her regret.

"You mean everything to me, Bri. You are my person and I hate that I made you feel invisible and unimportant. I'm so sorry, baby, for hurting you, for not prioritizing your feelings."

There's a pause as you struggle with conflicting emotions. She waits anxiously, her eyes searching yours for any sign of forgiveness.

"You really hurt me, Emily," you finally say, your voice soft but tinged with lingering pain. "It’s not even really about the party anymore, it’s the fact that you were so quick to dismiss my feelings? to call me names? You made me feel like you didn’t care about me or about this relationship."

"I do care," she insists earnestly, taking a tentative step closer. "I care so fucking much.  More than anything. “I’m trying to- I want to make this right 

You sigh, feeling a slight thaw in your resolve. "You can't just shut me out when it's convenient for you, Emily. I need to feel important all the time, not just when it's easy."

"I know, baby” Emily nods fervently. "Trust me I know"

You hesitate, wrestling with your hurt and the sincerity in her eyes. 

"I won't let you down," she vows, relief washing over her features as she sees a glimmer of forgiveness in your eyes.

Slowly, you step aside, silently inviting her in. "Come in," you say softly.

— — —

Hails💜: Did you get ur shit together?? 

Em: Yes damn always in my business 

Hails💜: hell yeah imma be in ur business

Hails💜: hurt my bestie again and we can take shit outside, trust

Em: i thought i was ur bsf?????

Hails💜: thought wrong i guess🤗

Em: blocked.

———

[zzoguri]

four-letter word ➵ myung jaehyun

myung jaehyun x gn!reader

you’d go anywhere so long as jaehyun’s there

genre/warnings ➵ friends to lovers, fluff, kissing, loser!jaehyun, reader is around the same height as jaehyun, minimal plot just vibes

word count ➵ 1k words

a/n ➵ me and my obsession with the beach... i don't even like it that much (yup so self-insert) anyway, making my offical debut in onedoorblr!!! please accept me… i love bonedo so much they have been taking up my life and my delusions so badly </3 i love this loser so much and i love writing loser bonedo!!! so if u guys do like that, i have an upcoming loser!leehan fic as well :33 if you enjoyed this, please do reblog and leave feedback!

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there were many reasons behind your dislike for the beach; the scorching heat that makes you itch, the sand that clings on wet feet, and the salt water that stings your cheeks. with every beach trip you were seemingly forced to go on, you’d prefer to stay away from the shore.

yet, you find yourself by the sea—wearing an oversized jacket and shoes—watching the dim, cloudless sky with jaehyun. fingers interlocked. synched heartbeats.

you look over at him and see him staring off into nowhere as he breathes in the salt air, and you wonder what’s rummaging through his mind.

it’s been two years since jaehyun came into your life, at a party you don’t even recall who hosted. with a goal to refill your cup, you stumbled upon the boy who was mixing up drinks for his friends. you were going to wait until he let go of the vodka, throw in that liquor with any chaser you could find in the kitchen, but there was a moment where his laughs died down—and his wide eyes settled on you. they shine like the sea that glistens on a sunny day, and you can’t help but hope to witness it once more.

that night was only the start. for a series of smiles. for the quiet exchanges of laughter. for a warmth that would accompany for you a lifetime—only if you let it.

over the course of knowing jaehyun, you learned of a boy past the grins and silly antics. beyond the extroverted persona is a boy who lives by the four-letter word: care. every action he makes is one done with such purpose. if he were to crack a joke, it’s done to uplift the mood. if he were to scold his friend, it’s done to look over their wellbeing.

if he were to hold your hand, during the colder season at a place you didn’t like, it’s done to keep you warm. to hold you close. to tell you, thank you for coming with me. to show you how much of the four-letter word he had stored in himself—all for you.

and you don’t know why it took you so long to accept it. all the nights you two spent at his place with arms interlocked. times when he joined you in shopping for groceries. the moments where you two allowed yourselves to simply exist.

yet, he waited.

patiently.

without a second thought, you close the distance between you two—your lips meeting his cheek—for only a second, and jaehyun’s calm expression morphs into shock. his shoulders still as his mouth parts open. once you giggle, jaehyun looks back at you, and he crumbles. he faces down to the sand beneath his feet, knees bent, but he continues to hold your hand.

“why?” you ask as you crouch beside him. with his flustered reaction, you can’t hold back your giggles. so you close the distance once more, this time kissing the tips of his ears that have gone red, and he yelps. you laugh once more before asking again, “why?”

before you know it, he looks up from the sand, his shocked expression threatening to turn into a smile. you both know that he can’t hide how he feels about what you did, so he pulls his hand away from yours as he stands up straight. for a moment, you frown in confusion until he bolts into nowhere.

you try to chase after him. “jaehyun! what are you doing?!” still, he continues to run as squeals leave him.

jaehyun’s reaction is a reminder of how much of the four-letter word he has in store for you—a testament to his love for you. 

you find yourself getting tired, pants starting to escape you, so you give up on trying to catch him. as he spots your steps faltering, he runs towards you. his arms wrap around you, holding you close so you can bask in his warmth for you.

“you can’t just do that and expect me to be normal about it,” he points out which only causes you to laugh.

“who says i wanted you to be normal about it? you know i like it when you’re a loser,” you move your lips close to his, and his eyes turn wide over the distance, “especially for me.”

and he can’t hold back his smile. because he knew from the moment his eyes landed on you that he would do anything to make you laugh. to have you rest. to let you feel the warmth of his love.

unfortunately, that only became clear to you now, but jaehyun wouldn’t have it any other way.

he beats you to it, his lips meeting yours. his hand reaches for your neck and his thumb draws circles over your cheek. the action feels familiar to you, almost like you’ve kissed him before—but he explores you like he’s waited a lifetime for this moment. to drink you up like the remnants of wine at the bottom of the barrel. your head starts to spin over how soft his lips are. the brush of his nose against yours only has you breathing him in, and he can’t help but want more. his breathing turns short, almost like a fire would start in his lungs, but he can’t imagine letting you go.

it’s a kiss out of desire. out of yearning. out of contentment.

you pull back, trying to catch your breath as you lean your forehead against his. an exchange of laughter leaves you two before you meet his eyes once more. they shine the same way you first met him. it’s funny how they resemble a piece of a place you hate, but it’s the one thing you can’t deny its beauty.

and maybe you’ll continue to dislike the beach for all the same reasons. all the times you found yourself uncomfortable from the heat and sand remind you of why you would never like going to the beach.

but this place is an exception. you’ll go to any place so long as jaehyun is there.

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— 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲

✧·˚ kayson has always been patient and understanding in your relationship, even when you didn’t notice it

𝓲.

you hated getting upset in front of people, every since you were little you’ve been aware of how uncomfortable you made your parents when you cried. so now that you’re older you’ve learned to cry alone to not make people uncomfortable. you leave and hide to cry without disturbing others and kayson absolutely hates it.

that’s why you were now sitting in a locked room hidden away with him sitting outside the door.

“i’m here when you need me baby.”

“i don’t want you to have to deal with me.”

“deal with you? babe when i committed to this relationship with you i also committed to everything about you. you can cry, it’s okay to be frustrated. your crying is a natural thing and i’m happy to help you through whatever you’re feeling.”

the lock on the door clicks as you open the door.

“hey.”

you quickly move into his arms and kayson immediately wraps them around your frame.

“i’m here.”

his soft whispers and reassuring words help you through the tears and you end up explaining what happened to him with little issue.

“hey, look at me.”

you hesitantly look up at him and he gently wipes your tears away before kissing your salty cheeks.

“i’ll be here no matter what emotion you’re feeling, you don’t have to be alone to try and spare my feelings. i want to be with you, i always want to know how you’re feeling regardless if it’s good or bad, because i care about you a lot.”

you sniffle and rest your head against him.

“thank you.” you can feel the fresh tears of relief roll down your cheeks. “i appreciate that.”

𝓲𝓲.

it wasn’t you’re first time doing something like this with kayson, but something about tonight had you anxious and you weren’t completely sure why. you didn’t want to disappoint him though so you said nothing as you sat on the bed while he kisses your neck.

“babe?” the soft whisper sent shivers down your spine and snapped you out of your daze.

“hm?”

“are you okay? you seem a little off, you know we don’t have to do this anymore; i won’t be upset.”

kayson sits back and looks at you with those puppy eyes he just naturally has.

“…really? you wouldn’t be disappointed if we stopped?”

“of course not, i want you to be comfortable and enjoy our time together.”

kayson takes your hand in his and rubs his thumb over your knuckles to soothe you.

“i’ll love you no matter what.”

he leans down to place a gentle kiss on your lips and you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen it. kayson’s hands find your waist, holding you as if you were made of glass and the harshest movement would break you.

“how did i get so lucky with you?”

𝓲𝓲𝓲.

“baby where you going?”

it’s the middle of the night and you should be asleep next to kayson but your anxiety is relentless tonight and you just can’t seem to sleep.

you look at kayson and see him rubbing sleep from his eyes and a pang of guilt shoots through you from accidentally waking him up due to you moving from his arms.

“i’m sorry i just couldn’t sleep.” you confess in a hushed tone.

“and you thought pacing the room would help you get tired?” you halt your mindless pacing and kayson reaches out a hand for you take. you take it and he rubs his thumb over your knuckles softly. “what’s going on with you baby? you seem so distracted lately.”

you hesitate to respond but eventually give in and tell kayson everything that’s been plaguing your mind for the past week. for the little things of stubbing your toe to the the much larger things of figuring out what to do for your future.

“i’ve just felt so overwhelmed recently and i just want a moment to regroup and not think about everything all at once for one second.”

kayson pauses and thinks for a second before responding to your vulnerable confession.

“how about we just take the day tomorrow? just you and me, we can go out if you want or we can stay in and do whatever you’d like. let’s sleep in and not worry about the world for a moment, hm?”

you feel tears welling in your eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck. kayson rubs your back and adjusts your position so you’re laying down with him once again.

“i’ll take that as a yes.”

“please.”

“okay.”

i’ve had this in the drafts for far too long

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