#though please don't let that stop you from interacting in a positive way

[les4elliewilliams]

bound by love // ex-girlfriend!ellie

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daily click・palestine masterpost・do not buy any game from naughty dog, neil druckmann is a zionist.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

wc/warnings: 5.6k ; strap-on sex (r!receiving), tribbing, oral (r!receiving), cheating, use of names like whore, slut, baby etc. and toxic relationship. do NOT read if you're sensitive about this kind of stuff!! do not romanticize toxic relationships and run far away from toxic people.

a/n: also first time writing smut so please be kind😭. not proofread so i'm sorry if you find any mistakes

pairing: toxic!ellie, ex-girlfriend!ellie also stalker!ellie???(just ellie stalking your social media and location) and jealous!ellie ig.

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I know that you're shitty and you're bad for me

But I can't stop thinking 'bout it

✩ You used to console yourself by saying that the problem was not you but her. You believed that she was the one who caused all the issues in the relationship. However, as time passed, you started to realize that the situation was more complex than you initially thought. You began to question your own actions and words and wondered if you could have done things differently. You tried to stay positive by reminding yourself that sometimes things don't work out, and it's okay to move on. But you couldn't move on.

✩ Despite all your efforts to move on and forget about her, you always found yourself drawn back to her for some weird reason. You tried everything you could think of to let her go — you blocked her on every platform you could, hoping it would help you move on, but it never seemed to work. No matter how hard you tried to forget her, you always ended up unblocking her, usually within an hour of blocking her. It was as if you were powerless to resist the pull she had on you, no matter how much you wanted to be free of her.

✩ You were the one who broke up with her, claiming she was too toxic for you. However, you cannot deny that you also had your fair share of faults. Both of you were aware of the toxicity in your relationship, but still, it lasted for three whole years. You often wonder how you were able to tolerate her for so long. She always seemed to go out of her way to provoke you and get a reaction out of you. She would intentionally make you jealous, making nasty comments about other women's bodies to make you insecure and maybe even cry. She loved it when you got possessive and jealous; that was the only way she felt cared for and loved. She constantly needed reassurance, and her overthinking would stop only when you got possessive of her or extremely jealous; it didn't make sense, and she knew it wasn't normal, yet she couldn't help herself. But it wasn't only that. She was also extremely manipulative and a liar. It was a never-ending cycle of negativity, and both of you were caught up in it.

✩ If she was a toxic girlfriend, imagine how toxic she was once you two were broken up. When you broke up with her, you thought you were better off as friends, but soon enough, you started to realize how wrong you were.

✩ Even though she treated you poorly throughout your relationship, you always returned to her. Your love for her was strong, and it seemed as though returning to her was the only thing that felt right. Even though she was responsible for causing you a significant amount of emotional pain, she still felt like home to you — like the person who you could always run to whenever you needed it. She always knew the right thing to say to calm you down, cheer you up, and sometimes even make you cry. That was the thing about Ellie that confused you the most; She could be either the best person ever or the worst.

✩ When something big goes down in your life, she's the one you call up first. It doesn't matter if it's something totally dumb or something that seriously ticks you off, she's the one you rely on for comfort and support, and she's always there to baby you.

"S'okay baby— mhm, you got this," whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you rambled about your day "Want me to beat them up for you? You know I would," and she wasn't kidding, sending whoever made you mad to the ER without you even knowing it. You have always been someone who disliked violence. In fact, you were never the kind of person who would resort to violence, no matter how heated a situation may have been. You've always been the rational one between the two of you, thinking things through before acting. On the other hand, she was more impulsive, acting without much thought or consideration for the consequences of her actions. Anyway, you would find out what Ellie did to your coworker when he showed up with a cast around his arm, threatening to take legal action against her. You always found yourself in the middle of the conflict, pleading with your coworker not to sue Ellie and trying to smooth things over.

✩ Lots of

"you're the hottest girl i've ever dated" "i would take you back in a heartbeat" "i still have a soft spot for you" "best pussy i've ever had"

✩ She'd randomly show up at your place in the middle of the night, pounding on your door, little did you know she'd be pounding into you the second you let her in

"nfuckk— my pussy…s'all mine" Murmuring nonsense into the crook of your neck as she fucked your tight little hole with the new strap she desperately wanted to show you (which became your favorite for obvious reasons). "think anyone else can make you feel like this, hm?" and she wouldn't let you cum if you didn't reply, she wanted to hear you say that you belonged to her and her only.

✩ She constantly checked your social media accounts like a fucking maniac, fearing that you may have moved on or started spending time with other girls. This behavior was not healthy, and she was aware of it. Despite that, she couldn't help herself and even had access to your location, which she used to stalk you whenever you didn't respond to her messages or calls quickly enough. On two separate occasions, she unexpectedly showed up while you were on dates with other girls. At first, you brushed it off as a coincidence, but after the second time, you realized that she still had your location and that her sudden appearance was not coincidental at all. Therefore, you turned off the location sharing. and in no time she was blowing up your phone with texts

"why the fuck would you turn it off?" "moving on already?" "where the fuck do you even think you're going?" "try all you want, but you know who you belong to"

✩ It became increasingly clear that you and her were not meant to be friends. You still belonged to her in her mind — and perhaps it wasn't just in her mind. Deep down, you knew that she was right even though you were no longer together.

✩ Although you had repeatedly told Ellie that you wouldn't get back together, she remained convinced that you would eventually return. Instead of giving up, she actively pursued ways to reconnect with you. She would often surprise you by showing up at your apartment with a bouquet of your favorite flowers or things she knew you would like.

"Ellie, what're you doin' here?" you asked as you saw your ex-girlfriend holding a lovely bouquet of flowers in her hand. You were taken aback as you looked at the bouquet  — it was a Hello Kitty bouquet. You had mentioned this type of bouquet to Ellie before you broke up, and you were surprised that she even listened to you when you kept rambling about how cute it was. You had seen it on Pinterest before and never thought she would remember. Her green eyes met yours, and she scratched the back of her neck before flashing a warm smile your way. She knew you'd love it.  "Hi, angel," she said. She handed you the bouquet and planted a soft kiss on your cheek. Her free hand quickly found its way to your waist. She leaned back enough to gauge your reaction and asked with a cocky smile, "What d'you think?" The sudden appearance of Ellie took you aback, but you couldn't help but admire the bouquet in your hands. The Hello Kitty plushie and the colorful flowers were so cute. You didn't expect her to remember your love for this particular bouquet, but you were grateful that she did. "May I come in?" Her tone was confident, and her eyes shone with a mischievous glint. You couldn't help but wonder what she was up to, but you stepped aside to let her in nonetheless.

✩ She would listen intently to everything you said during your relationship and make mental notes of all the things you wanted or needed. However, she never acted on them until you broke up with her. Suddenly, she would start getting you those things, being the girlfriend you always wanted her to be, trying to convince you to give her another chance. But you weren't stupid; you knew that as soon as you let her back into your life, she would go back to her usual self, and her toxic behavior would come out once again.

✩ She showered you with compliments, gifts, and attention, making you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered to her. When she realized that her love bombing wasn't working on you, she changed her tactics. She began dating a girl she had always insisted was "just a friend," even though you had always felt insecure about her because you thought she was prettier than you. But Ellie was using this girl only to get to you. She wanted to make you jealous and make you feel like you were missing out on something she could provide. She hoped you would come back to her, begging for another chance. You were devastated and couldn't help but compare yourself to this other girl, wondering what Ellie saw in Dina that she didn't see in you. But as time passed, you began to realize that Ellie was playing games. She didn't care about this girl, or about anyone else for that matter. To her, you were the one that got away, the one that she couldn't have. And so she used this other girl as a pawn in her game, hoping to win you back. But you didn't fall for it.

✩ She just went ahead and started posting pictures with her new girlfriend on Instagram to make sure you saw them and felt like shit. And, well, it worked like a charm. Even though you knew she was doing it on purpose to upset you, it still hurt like hell because she never posted pictures of the two of you together on social media, claiming she preferred to keep things private but as soon as she started dating her new girlfriend, she suddenly started posting about her non-stop, which made you feel even more hurt and insecure.

✩ You realized that cutting ties with Ellie and blocking her from all platforms would have been the wise thing to do. but let's be honest, getting revenge felt much more satisfying than being wise sometimes. You wanted to show her that you were not someone to be toyed with cause that's what you felt like: a toy. You started seeing a girl you had recently met, but you made sure not to make it too obvious. You didn't want Ellie to think you were only doing it to get back at her. Of course not, it had to look natural. You wanted to show her that you had moved on with your life and that you were over her. Even though it was quite the opposite, you weren't over her.

✩ When you began sharing pictures of your new girlfriend, she dropped her fake composed demeanor and started bombarding your phone with messages. You finally had her exactly where you wanted her.

2:33 am "who the fuck is that girl in your story?" 2:34 am "hello?" 2:36 am "answer your goddamn phone" 2:37 am "Why do you even care, Ellie? you're in a relationship." 2:39 am "what the actual fuck" 2:42 am "tell me" 2:46 am "who is she" 2:53 am "My girlfriend."

✩ After that, she vanished from social media and every other platform for nearly a week, leaving you on read. You had mixed emotions about it. On one hand, you felt a sense of pride for getting back at her. It was working because she seemed jealous. On the other hand, there was a part of you that couldn't help but miss her. You longed for her presence and wished she would come back. Her presence wasn't the only thing you longed for; you missed her hands all over your body, touching you just in the right places. She knew you like the back of her hand. She knew exactly how to make you arch your back and make you scream her name.

✩ You couldn't cum. It had been weeks, maybe a month, and your little friend down there was starting to ache. You were horny, so fucking horny, but you couldn't cum. All you could think of was your fucking ex-girlfriend almost as if your pussy had a mind of her own. Not even your favorite toys were helping. it felt good, but you felt like something was missing. You reached out to the nightstand and grabbed your phone, unlocking the screen with a swift gesture and opened the messaging app. It was wrong, so wrong and you knew you would regret it the next day, but you needed her. Your fingers moved effortlessly across the virtual keyboard as you typed a message to her.

 1:15 am "Els, I know it's wrong but"  1:15 am "I'm horny"  1:16 am "I need you, please"

You let out a deep sigh of frustration as ten long minutes ticked by, convinced she wouldn't text you back. The last conversation you had hadn't gone well, and you were starting to think it was all over between the two of you, for real this time. Just as you were about to give up and put your phone back on the nightstand, you heard a familiar chime. Your heart leaped into your throat as you saw that it was her.

1:27 am "lol your little gf can't make you feel good like i do?" 1:29 am "omw"

In just 10 minutes, she was back in your apartment, in your arms, and inside you. It was almost like nothing happened like she hadn't just made you cry for a whole month for getting with the girl who made you deeply insecure. All her 8 inches buried deep into your soaked hole, stretching it out and making it hurt, but it felt good. "Is this what you wanted, hm?" she kept mumbling random things into the crook of your neck, not that you were listening to anything she was saying; she was fucking you dumb, and you couldn't seem to focus on anything else but her thick strap pounding into you relentlessly, hitting your cervix just right. You were a mess, literally. "Ellie...nngfuck.. slow down" you breathed out between incoherent moans, panting like a fucking dog in heat "Take it, slut. Show me how much you missed me." She hissed, thrusting hard into you, all your juices spilling out of your pussy, making a mess on your pink sheets. All she wanted to do was destroy you, mark you as hers.

"C-can't," you whined as pornographic moans left your throat. She groaned deep in her throat, savoring the sounds of pleasure falling from your lips, almost as if her life depended on them. She missed this so much. She missed you so much. She increased the pace, pushing deeper into you each time. Her hands moved to your hips, gripping them tightly as she continued to thrust her hips against yours, her thrusts becoming faster and harder, your breath coming out in heavy gasps. "So fucking tight, baby," she panted, her voice hoarse with need "You belong to me, don't you?" She bit down on your neck, her teeth grazing lightly against your delicate skin, leaving behind a mark as evidence of her claim over you; you whimpered at the sensation. You were hers, no one else's. She wanted to mark you all over, hoping your girlfriend would see the hickeys on your breasts and neck the next day.

All you could do was nod frantically, "m'yours, all yours" you babbled out, painfully arching your back. So fucking incoherent. Especially after promising yourself that you would never let her lay a finger on you ever again. But you were desperate, you needed to cum, and you needed her right now. "That's my girl, only I can fuck you like this, yeah?" Her hands roamed all over your body, pinching your nipples and rubbing your throbbing nub harshly. She wanted to hear you beg for her and admit how much you needed her. She needed you to need her.

"Tell me how much you missed my cock." She demanded, slamming into you again and again. Your high-pitched moans filled the room, each one driving her wilder. She could feel her own climax building as her clit bumped against the back of her strap with each thrust; the sound of your pleas combined with the tightness of your pussy around her strap-on were enough to push her closer and closer to the edge. You felt that familiar sensation build in your stomach; you were close. "Soo much, ahhh!...missed it, yeah.." you couldn't even put together a proper sentence. Her grip on your hips tightened, tugging slightly as she continued to thrust into you, hitting the spot that had you rolling your eyes into the back of your skull, over and over until you couldn't hold back anymore.

"That's it, whore. Cum for me. You don't belong to anyone else," she snarled, her voice laced with possession. She knew just what to do or say to push you over the edge, and it worked every single time; that's why you ran to her whenever you needed a good fuck. She could feel your body tensing up and your pretty pussy clenching around her strap-on. You came simultaneously, your combined moans filling your cozy bedroom, her well-defined abdominal muscles glistening with a thin layer of sweat. She rolled you over, so now you were on top of her, riding out your orgasm on her silicone cock as she ground her clit against the back of her strap.  "Oooh fuuuck!" you cried out as pretty moans left your mouth. She took in the sight of you on top of her, her strap still buried deep inside you, riding her cock; your tits bounced as you did so, a sight that she loved. No one did it like you. No one was remotely as good as you. She took a glimpse of your cum sliding down the strap, you were so fucking wet, and nasty wet sounds filled the room, but she loved it. "Fuck, baby," she groaned, clenching her teeth tightly together, causing her jaw muscles to bulge prominently. Her hands gripped your hips, guiding you as you moved your hips, setting the pace, your eyes locked on hers the entire time. Her fingers dug into your skin, leaving small marks that she knew would fade within hours but would always remind her of this moment. Her veiny hand reached up, grabbing one of your breasts, squeezing it firmly and twisting the nipple between her fingers. Your breath came out in ragged gasps, her eyes never leaving yours as she watched you take her cock like the fucking slut you were. "Taking me so well, such a good girl f'me, aren't ya?"

"El..." you whined as she toyed with your nipple. You weren't going to last long; you were still sensitive and your pussy couldn't handle it. "'m gonna cum again!" you cried out once again, bouncing faster on her thick strap. She watched you with unabashed hunger, her eyes never leaving your body as it moved above her. She thrust up, meeting your movements, pushing you closer to the edge. The sight of your tits bouncing in time with your thrusts and the strap disappearing inside your juicy-coated pussy almost made Ellie cum right then and there. Your thighs started to tremble, and she could feel you clench around her dick; your gasps and moans becoming more frequent. She wasted no time, her fingers digging into your hips as she slammed you down on her strap, making you cry out her name, "Just like that, yeah...take it."

When you finally collapsed against her, panting heavily, Ellie couldn't help but smile. "Mine," she rasped, her voice thick with possession and satisfaction. As your bodies finally came down from their highs, breaths slowly returning to normal, she pulled out of you, leaving your wet and sore pussy gaping open. You whined at the sensation, suddenly feeling empty.

The smile plastered on her face faded as you pulled away, the coldness in your voice seeping into the air between you two as you told her to return to her girlfriend. She reluctantly mimicked your movements and sat up, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes met yours, searching for any trace of warmth or affection, but all she found was distance. She grabbed her clothes and started to dress herself quickly, trying to calm down, her movements precise and controlled, hiding the hurt and anger she felt at your words. She was confused. You had called her, and she thought you were ready to take her back into your life. She wasn't expecting you to discard her like a toy. "I see how it is," she muttered, her voice cold and distant. She gathered her belongings, not meeting your gaze. "I shouldn't have come here." When she was fully clothed, Ellie turned to face you, her eyes filled with regret and anger.

"Yeah, you shouldn't have," your tone coming off as sharp and cold. You put your shirt on, struggling to process what happened. You missed her so fucking much, and the sex with her was also something you missed a lot. You knew she was right when she told you that no one could fuck you like she did; your girlfriend couldn't even make you cum, while Ellie knew precisely how to touch you to make you feel good. "Can't believe it...Dina, really?" you muttered under your breath as you got dressed, catching her off guard. Your outburst was so sudden neither you could understand it. She could sense the jealousy in your voice and knew exactly what was going on, and the realization made her feel a twinge of satisfaction. "Is this what it's all about? Me fucking with Dina?" she scoffed, her eyes rolling in annoyance. But despite her outward annoyance, she was secretly glad you still cared and got jealous. It meant that you had never indeed gotten over her. You struggled to maintain eye contact with her, the words "Just…get out" barely escaped your lips. You felt a burning sense of shame for letting your jealousy get the best of you, but at the same time, you couldn't help but release all the pent-up emotions you had been holding in for so long.

She snorted from her nose, shaking her head in disbelief, almost amused by all this "Just say the word, and I'll dump her ass," she said in a flat tone, her emerald green eyes staring right back at you as she placed her hands on her hips. You could tell she was serious, as there was a hint of desperation in her voice. She was hoping you'd ask her to drop Dina's ass and come back to you, but of course, you didn't. "I would do anything for you" desperate, so fucking desperate. You let out a deep sigh and firmly shook your head, looking into her eyes. You could see the pain and desperation in her gaze, but you couldn't just let her back into your life like that. "Go," you repeated yourself. "Fine, whatever," she sounded so pissed, disappointed. For a moment, you wanted to take your words back, but you knew that letting her into your life again was the worst idea ever.

✩ That night only made it incredibly difficult for you to move on from her (not that you could before), but she was all you could think of. You found yourself constantly yearning for her at every moment of the day. You'd often text her, and she would always come over, no matter what she was in the middle of. She was willing to drop everything to be with you and 8 inches inside you or between your thighs. Even if she was out with Dina, she didn't seem to care — it became obvious that something was going on between you and Ellie. You couldn't understand how Dina couldn't tell that Ellie was cheating on her with you.

6:34 pm "Baby, need you" 6:36 pm "I'm so wet, been thinking about you all day :(" 6:37 pm "proof??"

✩ One of the things you used to do quite regularly was sending her nudes. You would send her nudes on Snapchat unexpectedly, mostly to surprise her or get some sort of reaction from her. Sending snaps to tease her was one of your favorite things to do. Whether it was a picture of you in sexy lingerie or a video of you playing with your pussy, riding the purple strap she had left at your place weeks ago. You loved making her horny, and it always worked. She would always end up knocking at your door, eager to fuck you or eat you out.

"Teasin' me like that in public — tsskk," She mumbled against your throbbing core as she teased your clit with her tongue. Your legs were on her shoulders, and you watched her head disappear between your thighs. Your fingers tightly gripped into her auburn hair as she devoured like a starved animal, so pussy drunk. But even in that state, she was such a sight.

✩ You were the only one she could think about, even when fucking her girlfriend. Her mind too fixated on the cute little whimpers that left your mouth when she was inside you or sucking on your clit. The way your legs trembled when you were close, your hips jerking away from her when it became too much for you. No one could make her wet like you did, it was a fucking curse having to fuck someone else while thinking of you, hoping that would be enough to trick her brain into thinking she was fucking you instead.

✩ She would save each of your snaps into her phone's gallery and meticulously organize them into a special and hidden folder she had created just for you. This folder contained not just your nudes but plenty of other stuff — from intimate pictures you'd send her to videos she'd take while fucking you. She would go through the folder occasionally for personal use (iykwim).

✩ Your girlfriend was quick to pick up on something odd going on. She'd notice how you would turn your phone upside down, making sure the screen was facing whatever surface to make sure she wouldn't see your ex-girlfriend spamming your phone with texts (she would do it on purpose, by the way). That's how she knew something was up, but for some odd reason, she brushed it off.

✩ She was fed up with your stupid girlfriend constantly in the way. Why weren't you breaking up with her already? She couldn't understand; she was trying to be the best version of herself for you, yet you were still not hers. She tried everything to get you caught, like texting you while your girlfriend was around, sending you risky snaps, calling you...but nothing seemed to be working. So, she decided to hurry things up by texting your girlfriend and sending her some evidence.

She selected a video from her gallery to send to your girlfriend, writing a text message to go along with it before hitting the 'send' button "is this ur girl?" In the video, she was strapping you from behind, and you were telling her exactly what she needed to hear, "Better than your stupid girlfriend, yeah?" "Y-yes. Oooh fuckk. nhhmmm...faster, please" "Can she fuck you like this, hmm?" "No one can fuck me like y-you do...pleaseplease faster"

✩ Your girlfriend felt hurt and betrayed after realizing that you were using her to make your ex jealous, and she ended things between you two. You didn't seem to be affected by the breakup significantly, as if you had been expecting it all along. Honestly, it was almost as if the relationship never existed to you.

✩ Despite feeling indifferent towards your recent breakup, you were furious that Ellie had been the one who caused the end of your relationship. Who was she to control your life in such a way? Well, she couldn't give a fuck, to be quite honest. Seeing you with other girls consumed her from the inside. Nevertheless, she did not break up with Dina.

✩ But of course, you couldn't just let it slide. You already had a plan.

You were at Ellie's place, your back pressed onto her messy blankets, your leg on top of her shoulder as she held the other one firm, adjusting herself on top of you, to be more precise... on your pussy; grinding her wet pussy against your dripping cunt as filthy wet sounds and whimpers echoed in the room. Her hips moved in a slow motion, her green forest eyes fixated on yours. You reached to her nightstand to grab her phone, "Can I...nghhm... record us, baby?" you managed to utter between soft moans as she rode you, her movements became more desperate, chasing her own orgasm. "Record how good m'fuckin' this pussy?" her voice was husky, her breath ragged. Her head rolled back as she continued to grind against you, moaning at the friction, and her eyes fluttered shut. You unlocked her phone and quickly went through her contacts, pressing on Dina's name to start the call. Although the plan seemed foolish and overused, it worked out perfectly.

Dina appeared at Ellie's doorstep in no time to shout at her while you listened from her bedroom. You were amused by the drama that was unfolding before you. It was entertaining to watch Ellie deny the evidence. Dina's voice rose higher and higher as she accused her of sleeping with her ex. When Dina stormed out of the apartment and slammed the front door behind her, you emerged from your hiding spot and leaned against the doorframe, gazing at her with a mischievous grin on your face. Your arms were crossed over your chest as you watched her, waiting to see her reaction. When she turned to look at you, her face etched with confusion and surprise. You shrugged nonchalantly and said, "My finger slipped," with a lopsided smile.

She snorted and shook her head, but you could see the amusement in her expression, "Such a bitch," she said, though you could tell she was trying to suppress a smile. For some reason, she couldn't help but find it funny, she knew she deserved it.

✩ She gradually made her way back into your life, taking slow but steady steps to regain your trust and affection. And before you knew it, she asked you to be her girlfriend again. You hesitated at first but eventually gave in to the strong feelings you still had for her. The first few months of your second chance together seemed to be going smoothly, or so you thought. Then, one day, out of the blue, she broke up with you, claiming that she needed a break from the relationship.

✩ Your heart was shattered into countless pieces, struggling to comprehend where it had all gone wrong. And to make things worse, it seemed like you were the only one suffering, while she appeared to be completely fine, almost as if she were unbothered by the whole situation. You had poured your heart out, begging her to give your relationship another try, but she seemed to be holding back, almost...distant.

✩ But that didn't stop you; you were determined to win her back. You tried everything in your power to get her to love you again, just like she used to do when she wanted to win you back. You started showing up at her place unannounced, always with little surprises for her: her favorite snacks, flowers, handmade stuff, and love letters. But unfortunately, all your efforts seemed to be in vain. The more you tried, the more she pushed you away. You couldn't tell how she had switched so fast and went from doing anything to get back with you to this. 

✩ When you asked her for an explanation, she said she felt emotionally unavailable. She went on to say that she wasn't sure if she still loved you and that she needed a break. You could see the hurt in her eyes and feel the weight of her words as they slowly sank in. It was a devastating blow that left you feeling utterly destroyed. The pain you felt was almost too much to bear.

✩ She promised to come back to you once she felt better. Months passed, and she didn't return. You were left feeling lost and heartbroken, struggling to cope with the pain of the breakup. To move on, you tried to distract yourself with other things, keeping yourself busy with work, hobbies, and spending time with friends. As time went on, you slowly began to heal and accept that it was over. When she unexpectedly came back, you were already over her.

"im ready to give us another try" "Ellie, it's been a fucking year." "and?"

[femalefemur]

Stranger in the Woods.

this is an 18+ fic, minors do not interact!

warnings: dub con, bears, hybrid John Price, please let me know if I missed anything!

word count: 1.6k

synopsis: you take a walk in the woods and get lost, bear shifter John Price finds you and takes what's his.

A/N: finally finished this, this came from a dream I had and desperately needed to write down, I also don't write smut often, it is what it is, reader has a vagina but no pronouns are used.

The day was beautiful, golden sun shining bright in the azure sky, white clouds floating by like soft pillows high in the heavens as you stared wistfully out of your window. It was much too beautiful of a day to be inside despite the pile of housework you had to do so you grabbed your knapsack. You filled your water bottle and packed trail mix, along with a sandwich and the reddest apple you had before heading out. 

You walked past your neighbour’s house, glancing at their windchime as it tinkled on their front porch and the flowers lining the walkway up to their house that were in full bloom, their scent wafting through the warm summer air. You kept walking, past the other houses filled with laughter and people in their yards enjoying the warm sunshine. You passed them with a small wave and smile as you continued on your way. Soon there were no houses lining the path, only the occasional car passing you by as you headed towards the woods. You stopped at the dirt parking lot to take a sip of your water before continuing on and into the woods. 

The woods were calm, the sound of insects trilling and birds occasionally chirping filled your ears as you walked down the path. Your eyes drifted down towards the beautiful, green ferns that grew on the forest floor and covered it like a delicate blanket. There were small flowers that sprouted through the gaps in the ferns, a smattering of colour throughout the endless green of the forest. The sight eased your mind and made you forget about all your responsibilities for a few blissful moments. You felt as though you belonged there in the wild amongst the animals, as if the forest was calling to you, a home that would envelop you in the warm earth and take away your troubles. The thought made you stop for a while, standing there in the middle of the forest as you stared out into the sea of trees, your fingers digging softly into the rough bark of the tree you stood beside as you lost yourself to thought. 

By the time you had realised you’d stepped off the path and wandered deeper into the forest it was too late. Your mind had been elsewhere and your legs had moved on their own until you stood in the middle of nowhere. You had no map and no compass, you had gotten rid of the compass app on your phone when you had first bought it, and there was no reception so that you could redownload it. You felt foolish for having gone into the woods with nothing but food and water, your lower lip caught between your teeth as you glanced around and tried to ascertain a way back to the path. You started walking again in a direction that you hoped was north, picking the route by the position of the sun in the sky, hoping that you remembered enough of your survival training to be right about your choice of direction. 

You hadn’t walked very far when you noticed it, a large brown bear meandering through the forest, seemingly unaware that you were there. It made you freeze where you stood, trying not to make any noise to draw attention to yourself as you watched it carefully and noticing how it had its nose to the ground as it sniffed around. Your heart pounded in your chest as it started walking in your direction, your legs seemingly unwilling to move as you swallowed the lump in your throat before forcing yourself to slowly move to the tree on your left, gently removing your backpack and crouching in an almost laying down position on the ground. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to see if it found you and the horror that would surely follow, your face buried in your hands as you bit your fingers to stop any sound that would leave your mouth. You heard it walk closer, the heavy steps of its paws echoing in your ears as you stayed where you were, now frozen in fear as you waited for whatever your fate may be. 

Then suddenly there was a nose prodding at you, it made you stiffen in surprise as you bit down harder on your fingers. The nose bumped into your arse before prodding at your thighs and pussy before you felt a clawed paw tear at your pants and flip you over. Your eyes met the cornflower blue ones that stared down at you, surprise written all over your face as you looked at the man, not a bear, before you. There were tiny bear ears atop his head that made your brows furrow in confusion before he was nosing at your pussy again, glancing up at you from between your legs as you tried to push him back and squirm away. Your actions only resulted in him throwing an arm over you and pulling you closer, groaning into your cunt as he lapped at you like a starved man, his fingers digging into your flesh and his tail twitching in excitement. Your face felt hot with embarrassment, you don’t know when you’d started to grind up against the stranger’s face but you’d realised when you felt your orgasm building, like a string slowly pulling taut as his eyes keenly watched your every reaction. His tongue ran over your dripping cunt, delving into your warm walls as his nose nudged at your clit and his beard grazed the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, sucking at your clit as he watched you get closer to your peak. His tongue rolled over the swollen bud as the string snapped and you came, slick dribbling from your hole and covering his face.

“Been a long time since I’ve had such a satisfying meal” he spoke, face still buried between your legs as he sucked at your clit and made your hips buck and try to squirm away, still sensitive from your orgasm. 

“Please, no more” You whined, pushing at his head as tears formed in your eyes, the overstimulation becoming too much. 

A gruff chuckle left his mouth, reverberating against your pussy before he lifted his head and crawled over you. His hands ripped your shirt with ease before he was rolling your nipples between his fingers and slotting his mouth against yours. The kiss was anything but gentle, his tongue pushing into your mouth and lapping at the taste of you as if he were devouring your very being, his saliva trickling into your mouth as you kissed and his fat cock grinding against your wet folds. You were panting by the time the kiss broke, a mess of saliva and your own juices smeared across your lips and face while he lapped at your skin with a soft groan. His tongue licked down your cheek and along your jaw, leaving a wet trail behind before he was pulling back to push your legs up to your chest with a feral grin on his face. Your pussy clenched at the thought of his thick cock inside you, slick drooling from your hole as you stared up at him with hazy eyes and his heavy cock tapped against your aching clit. The stretch as he pushed in was delicious, the thickness of him making you feel impossibly full, your eyes rolling back as he bottomed out.

“There you go, so good for me, hm, taking me so well” he praised you, pressing soft kisses to your calves as his fingers rubbed at where you were both connected, marvelling at the way you stretched around him as a soft whimper left your lips. 

All you could do was nod as he thrust into you, punching the air out of your lungs with a smile on his lips and his teeth nipping at your legs. He pushed them closer to you as he loomed over you, the position making his cock feel even deeper inside you as his fingers slipped into your open mouth, hooking into your lower jaw and giving a small tug with each thrust. The feeling of it all made your brain feel hazy and cloudy. The feeling of him so deep inside you, the thatch of dark hair at the base of his cock brushing against your clit with each thrust, his fingers in your mouth, his beard against your skin. It was all too much, too good, too heavenly and it made you cum so hard you were sure you saw God. 

He kept going, fucking you through your second orgasm like an animal in heat as you drooled around his fingers and watched him. He was beautiful, beard glistening with your slick, thick, dark hair covering his chest and trailing down his torso to his pubes, soft ears and tail twitching with each thrust. The hair on his arms was just as dark and thick and a thin sheen of sweat covered him as the sun shone down on him like he was being kissed by it, making him seem ethereal. There was a soft clicking from how wet your cunt was as he fucked into you, the look in his eyes animalistic and hungry as he picked up his pace. The increased pace making you moan and whine, squirming as if you could escape when his thumb found your clit and circled it.

“Come on sweetheart, one more for me, you can do that can’t you?” He cooed down at you, grinning as you nodded and sniffled, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes as he rubbed your clit faster. 

Your third orgasm ripped through you like it was wrenching you from your body, like your very atoms were being ripped apart and put back together by this man above you. He followed shortly after, hot, sticky cum flooding your walls and branding you as his, his to love, to care for, to fuck until his balls were empty, his to keep in this forest that had swallowed you whole.

[spxdxrpxnk]

thinking abt how PROWLER MILES and SPIDERMILES sleep... 💤💤💤

( notes: this is written by a minor about underage characters, so nsfw/18+ only/'minors dni' blogs please do not interact with this post! thank you <3

i call them prowler miles and spidermiles instead of earth-XXX miles because it's cuter to me :) )

MILES is a very light sleeper.

a lot of people don't really expect that because he always looks like he's having the best, most deepest sleep of his life, all curled up in a tight ball, blankets burrito'd around him

bro is the literal definition of snug as a bug in a rug

he even snores just a little! when you first hear it you think he's like, growling in his sleep??? because of how low it is, nah, he's snorin.

there's literally never any sneaking up on him while asleep- MILES literally woke up because RIO walked past his bedroom door once. she didn't go in, didn't even touch the door; she just tip-toed in her work sneakers instead of socks or slippers.

and that woke him up, made him all grumpy because that was really early in the morning and now he can't go back to sleep

once he's up, he's up. and it takes an hour or so to get back to sleep, so he just deals with it

he sits up, but just stays sitting in bed slouched over like a zombie for a good few minutes.

he just needs a sec to boot up, give him a lil bit and then he's up and at em like he was never asleep in the first place??

weirdo.

one time, UNCLE AARON scared him awake from a nap because they had stuff to do, and he was literally so mad about it. he knew it was a dumb thing to be mad about, but MILES couldn't keep an angry pout off his face and AARON was just snickering at it the entire time

when sleeping, MILES doesn't dream. like, at all.

people around him will be talking about crazy dreams and nightmares they've had where their teeth fell out or they got turned into a horse or got chased by a giant lego man, and he's just like. tf???

he's very clingy in his sleep and when he's tired, even when he tries his best not to be, so if you choose to sleep with him then you just kinda have to accept your fate

thankfully he doesn't move around that much besides the occasional adjustment, he doesn't thrash around or anything crazy

the most annoying thing would probably be him snoring? it's not loud, barely audible if you're not right next to him, but if you do sleep near him then you'll hear it

it kinda just happens no matter how he sleeps, so if you can handle a little. um. natural white noise!

MILES is the best cuddle buddy you'll ever have.

he's very considerate tbh, he'll let you lay on him any way you want as long as it's not that uncomfortable for him

be warned though: he's an early riser.

will wake up first and do dumb shit to wake you if you're not up by time he's done eating breakfast.

he'll start lifting your eyelids, poking you, tickling your hands ( he don't do feet. ) and shit like a little damn kid

and he won't stop until you wake up, so gl w that

MILES, however..

well, he's also a light sleeper. more on the average side

but he doesn't wake up at every little thing. only if someone opens his door or talks too loud

some things wake him up, some don't

sirens and explosions outside of his window only start to wake him up after he becomes spiderman, he could sleep like a baby through it before

he usually falls asleep in a very fixed position, like curled up on his side or laying on his back with his legs crossed

but he'll always wake up halfway off his bed, limbs thrown out like he's a ragdoll, mouth wide open and dry, covers either tangled around his body or just on the floor

so.

yeah, MILES moves in his sleep!

he'll go from laying on his back to on his stomach, from his stomach to his side, from his side to somehow slumped against the wall by his bed???

because of that, he'll wake up very disoriented. he needs more than a second to boot up, his feet just kinda carry him to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face and stuff-

MILES isn't up-up until he blindly puts his hands under the ice cold water to wet his toothbrush and that shocks him awake, only to realize he completely missed his toothbrush and squeezed the dollop of toothpaste directly into the sink

he kinda just stares at it for a few minutes, pretty embarrassed, before scooping it off the porcelain ( or whatever sinks are made of ) and using it to brush his teeth

somehow, JEFF always knows when MILES just let the wasted toothpaste dissolve into the running water and squeezed more.

it's like his own spidey-sense.. just for something as stupid as toothpaste.

MILES does dream almost every time he's asleep, even when just napping, but he often doesn't remember them unless they were super duper crazy

he remembers the nightmare where he shot webs out his butt like a real spider, and that really scary one that he doesn't like to recall but has to do with the prowler

but he can never recall the only one that actually made him wake up in a cold sweat, panting as if he just ran a marathon.

"what was it?", you may ask?

well, MILES was president of some place.

he didn't find out where until DREAM PRESIDENT MORALES set a lot of very prejudiced laws against lego people, and it turns out he was president of lego city

( one of the laws was that, if anyone falls into the river, they're not allowed to be saved )

he got overthrown during a revolution that was led by a very violent lego spiderman who only spoke in what his brain's version of spanish was, so he could barely understand anything

and the part that made him wake up was when they tied him down and were threatening to go through his sketchbook and, upon opening it to the first page, something jumped out at him and startled him awake

you know those jumpscare videos where a spider jumps out during a seemingly calm scenario?

yeah, MILES gets weird deja vu when he sees those, but doesn't know it's because of that dream.

anyways- MILES does try his best to cuddle when sleeping, he really does!

he'll spoon ( big or little, he don't mind ), lay on you, let you lay on him

even just holding hands, or sleeping back to back

anything really, long as he goes to sleep touching you

but if it's one of his more active nights where he makes his big moves, you probably won't survive unless you're a deep sleeper.

he'll probably push or kick you, and not be sorry about it.

and he'll wake up totally out of it, wondering why the hell he's so uncomfortable

and sees he's sprawled on top of you like a terrible blanket instead of the very cute, cliche way he imagined waking up with you

something like this will happen every time, so. just throw him a pillow and a sheet and tell him to sleep on the floor.

or you take the floor, either works for him-

MILES really isn't the perfect gentleman. unless you or his parents tell him to give you the bed, he will happily let you sleep on the floor

never wakes up before you unless he had a really bad nightmare like PRESIDENT MORALES, and if you wake him up he'll be so petty and passive aggressive while he's still half asleep

so just. slap him awake if you need him that bad, shake him violently and yell frantically that they hit the pentagon

just wake him right up, so that he can't just glare at you with an adorable sleepy pout on his face, eyeing you angrily, even as he trudges to the bathroom...

... not looking where he was going, and walking right into the doorframe.

[kiskisur]

Please, please please, I NEED a fic about a cocky famous male reader 😍

ᝰ.ᐟ I see nobody

warnings: NSFW, male reader, no pronouns mentioned, just "you", top!cyno x bottom!male reader, reader is cocky and famous while cyno is the quiet nerdy type (ikr it's hot), reader cheats on his girlfriend, praise and degradation kink, risky sex(?)

note: y'all ask and I feed fr 🙏🙏🙏 I have one more request so- have this instead!!! once again, I apologize for any mistakes because I'm not good at NSFW :)

You were undeniably famous, but your fame was often accompanied by a reputation for being cocky, rude, and yet incredibly confident. You didn't shy away from expressing your self-assuredness, sometimes coming across as arrogant or dismissive in your interactions. However, your undeniable talents and achievements contributed to your fame, even though your behavior might have rubbed some people the wrong way.

so how did you even get into this position? cyno's hand pinned you against the wall while his cock rammed in the same sweet spot that drove you crazy.

"you know.. for a cocky guy you're quite- ah.. submissive" cyno taunted, chuckling as his smirk widened when your walls clenched around his cock.

"p-please aHh~! l-let me cum!" you pleaded. your head was dizzy from all the orgasm denial as your hand began to travel down to your own cock and stroke it.

With a possessive growl escaping his throat, he swiftly grabbed your wrist, stopping you from touching your own neglected cock. His grip was firm but not painful, a clear signal that your pleasure was solely under his control.

"No, pretty boy," he commanded, his voice laced with authority. "You only get to experience release when I allow it. You are to focus solely on receiving pleasure from me. Do you understand?"

you eagerly nodded, cyno's thrusts became more vigorous, his own need mounting as he held you captive beneath him. He reveled in the way you squirmed and whimpered, your need for release evident in every fiber of your being.

"baby?"

both you and cyno froze when your girlfriend's voice pierced into the pleasure, your eyes widening as you made eye contact with cyno.

but instead of cyno stopping, his voice dropped to a low, husky tone, filled with a sense of smug satisfaction. cyno leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on the shell of your ear before continuing his relentless assault.

"stay quiet for me, pretty boy. you don't want your girlfriend seeing you being such a whore yeah?" you shake your head no, wanting to please him in any way before your girlfriend spoke again.

"(name), where are you? you told me to meet up here!" your girlfriend yelled, her voice now full of annoyance and hurt thinking you just tricked her.

your girlfriend's footsteps echoed and grew louder at each passing second, panic and arousal rising in your body as cyno started biting and nibbling on the most visible spots on your neck.

His lips crashed against yours in a desperate, bruising kiss, a passionate hunger radiating from his every touch. cyno's hands began to roam your body, his touch igniting flames of pleasure.

"babe..? what are you doing with cyno?" It seems your girlfriend caught you now.

pt. 2? 🤭🤭

ᝰ.ᐟ nobody, but you.

[ts1m1kas]

Original Ask: can I request a Jenson work where they haven't gone public yet but she's been traveling to watch him race, watching from somewhere private and one day after a race he goes to find her but can't and someone (maybe Logan??) tells him she went back to the hotel because she wasn't feeling well, and he goes to the hotel and finds her in the middle of a migraine episode, please? (anonymous)

Word Count: 485 words

(author's note: i know this is short but i hope it makes up for my absence !!)

Although Jenson hadn't told the public about his wife, that didn't stop him from bringing her along to the various races he attended.

He especially loved watching her interact with Logan. When Jenson began attending races after his retirement, he spent most of his time in the Williams garage alongside the American driver.

Jenson had taken him under his wing and his wife, Y/N, adored the younger man as much as her husband. When Jenson was partaking in interviews, Y/N would wait with Logan and get to know the young man even more.

However, on this occasion when Jenson returned after his interview to find his wife missing, it was safe to say he was a little confused.

“Logan have you seen Y/N? I can't seem to find her anywhere.”

“Oh yeah, she went back to the hotel! Something about her head hurting, I'm not too sure. She seemed to be in a rush though.”

“Thanks Logan, I'll see you later.”

Jenson knew that Y/N often struggled with migraines. They were painful and usually left her bed-ridden and unable to do anything.

So naturally, the minute Jenson found out that his wife had gone back to the hotel in pain, he rushed to his car and sped to be by her side. Although he couldn't alleviate her migraines, he liked to be there with Y/N, just in case she needed anything.

Once he had rushed through the hotel lobby and took the stairs up to his room, Jenson unlocked the door with his keycard and entered the room.

The lights were off and the curtains were drawn, leaving the room in the dark. Jenson walked over to the bed where he found Y/N with the duvet over her head.

“Y/N? Are you okay my darling? Can I get you anything?” Jenson whispered quietly.

“Some water please, if you don't mind.”

Jenson grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and unscrewed the lid. He then walked around the side of the bed and climbed into the sheets alongside Y/N.

He passed her the water and then helped her sit up. Y/N brought the water to her lips and took a long drink. The throbbing pain in her head was still very prominent but had subsided slightly.

“Feeling any better my love?” Jenson asked softly.

“A little,” Y/N managed to whisper, “You should go back to work, I don't want you to get in trouble.”

“No way, I'm not just going to leave you here darling. Logan's covering for me anyway so I can stay right here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive my love.”

Jenson pulled Y/N closer to him and brought his hand up to rub her back gently. They sat in silence as Y/N's migraine began to let up. The pain was always more bearable when she had Jenson to look after her. 

[h50europe]

When one side of the fandom lies bleeding while the other one is thriving or how I learned about fandom wars the hard way

This is a message from someone whose beloved ship rests forever in the depths of the ocean.

We had high hopes. It looked like our ship was afloat and ready to explore the seven seas for three seasons. Then, the show got a new showrunner who was very homophobic, and from that point on, the show and our favorite ship went downhill. Even though I'd been in different fandoms for about fifteen years and should have known better, I let myself get caught up in an unprecedented fandom war. Those who favored the Het couple were attacking one half of our ship, not just his character but the actor. Don't think they don't know what's going on just because an actor isn't on social media. We knew some crew members and learned that everyone knew about this fandom war.

The whole thing escalated until the show's final episode, which came to a more than undignified end after ten years. Knowing what he was doing, the showrunner wrote an ending that damaged the show and destroyed our ship. It was bad. There were words like, "Now we're dancing on your grave," and much worse. I was mentally at the end of my rope at that point. Then, the sets were immediately dismantled after the last scene was shot. It's something that happens very rarely when a show reaches some cult status. Our ship didn't even do a joint farewell interview for the fans because the actors left the set quickly and never looked back.

Why am I telling you this? Because I've learned to observe things from a certain distance.

We are fans of the same show but have different priorities and ships. As a multi-shipper, it's easier, I'd say. But those who are running amok right now because their ship is staying in the harbor while another is sailing away with flying colors brings back extremely unpleasant memories to me. But the same goes for those who are just as happy about what's happening and are starting to lose their grip. Please take it from someone badly burned: This is not a competition. This is not me winning and you losing. It's deceptive to think you're on the winning side and make fun of others for it. The tide can turn. We don't know what the showrunner has in mind. We don't even know that season eight might not be the last. Take what we have right now and be thankful for it. Enjoy it while it lasts. But don't be tempted to point fingers and mock others or say, "Your ship will never be canon. Mine already is. Your ship is crap. Mine is better." Also, do not be fooled by the fact that the haters in the fandom are a small group of people who only appear to be many because of their vocality and because some are playing the old sock puppet account game again to make it look like they are many.

I can only tell you from experience that we should treat each other respectfully. Not every Buddie fan is an enemy. Unfortunately, I also see another phenomenon that is becoming more and more common. Fans barely dare to post anything for fear of the crazies in the fandom (which unfortunately exist on both sides). Fans who have nothing to do with a fandom war want to have fun. And if they have a ship, they just want to interact with like-minded people. Which - especially on X - seems to turn into a gauntlet. Because suddenly, Your Rudeness sneaks into the conversation and starts pissing on the timeline. For clowns like this, the block button still works. Getting involved in any discussion is pointless. I also had to pay dearly for this realization.

"Never wrestle with a pig because you'll both get dirty, and the pig likes it." - Positive energy is much more powerful than negative energy. If you stay positive, negativity can't touch you. Oh, and I've wrestled a lot of pigs. Other than excessive blood pressure, gastritis, and countless sleepless nights, it didn't do me any good.

Stop participating in dick-measuring contests. Stop bragging about your favorite ship and how the others are nothing but losers. Stop saying we won because we didn't. Again, this is not a contest. We are on equal footing, and we can all coexist in peace. There is plenty of room. For everyone, for every ship, for every fan. Oliver made a single statement for those unhappy with Buck's journey and his current travel companion. He dropped it for good. And I couldn't agree more with the message and how he did it.

Of course, we would like to see more of our ship. Of course, we want the actors to have a relationship storyline to sink their teeth into, and hopefully, we get to see some domestic stuff and some hot scenes. But so far, that is fanon and not canon. So far, there is usually more going on off-screen than we see. We can only hope that this will change. Those who call themselves open-minded and tolerant while going on a witch hunt should think twice about what those words mean, and they should live them and not just throw shallow phrases around.

My wish for the future of this fandom is that it becomes a safe place. Safe as in a h*te-free zone. A place where no one has to be afraid to speak their mind. And a place where you can express (constructive) criticism without getting a shitstorm. Peace out.

[soupbabe]

Late Night Movie Run (The Lost Boys + Reader)

The boys harrass Reader at the video store.

Soo this was supposed to be a request, but I was too far into this before I realized it barely mentioned what the request wanted, so I changed it a lil and made it its own thing </3

Tagging: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @bugginbeetlew

You've been a long time patron of Max's Video Store, a position seen by the owner and his sons. Every week they observe your routine of coming in with a couple of films and coming back out with double the amount. Tonight, they were lucky enough to catch you come in while they were inside too. David and others stood idly by, observing your small talk with Max. It wasn't until you made your way to the horror section that they made their move.

"Fright Night, huh?" A smooth voice took you out of your focus. Looking up from the shelves you've seem to have been surrounded by a group of men dressed in leather. All of them were sizing you up, though the platinum blonde was the one to speak up once more. "Isn't that the one with the scary vampire?" He spoke slow and teasing. The words that fell from his mouth caused the others to giggle, like it was an inside joke that you "just had to be there" for. You nod, "I've been on a horror binge lately. Tonight I'm just in the mood for vampires."

Another blonde from the pack speaks up, his hair long and reeking of hairspray. He smiles through his words, "D'ya believe in them?" He twirls his hair, his smile growing wider as you shrug. "I don't know for sure...but I always keep an open mind." Your answer pleased the strangers around you. Ending the conversation there, you grab a couple more titles and try to make your way through the barricade of boys. The platinum blonde from earlier grabbed your arm. "No need to be in a rush, I thought we were making friendly conversation." He smirked as you jerked you arm out of his grip. "I don't want to be out too late, that's all."

You could hear a curly haired man groan with the longer haired one from earlier, "C'mon, hang out with us for a little. We have rides, we can take you home." Their combined charm made you consider, but soon enough, Max found his way to the aisle. His tone was firm and he rubbed his temples. "Stop harassing the customers. I thought I banned you boys from being here." At his command, the stranger rolled his eyes. "Let's go boys," the group immediately followed him out the door.

As the men made their way outside, David glanced behind him to see you staring back. "See you later, Y/n." He turned away and walked on like nothing happened, letting his words linger in the air. The interaction made a chill roll down your spine.

You never gave him your name.

Even worse, you could've sworn you saw a yellow glint in his eyes.

[whitefoxgirl]

🦊Culture Shock🐰 A (possible) Jungkook Series

Summary: Jungkook starts a podcast with his best friend who is a foreigner to discuss different topics they were shocked culturally about.

Author's Note: Hello my beautiful readers! I am back! I graduated from university which is why I have been M.I.A! I am uninspired so that's why I haven't updated the Namjoon series. I was gonna post that I am accepting requests, however, whenever I post about it something happens.

Author's Note PS: If you guys would like, I can make it a series, but if it doesn't get any engagement I'll just leave it as it is. It's based on what I think my interactions which JK would be if we were best friends (very delulu of me, but, we all are a little). If you'd like to be tagged, interact with this. I am tagging people who reblog, but if you wish to be tagged comment or simply reblog and I will add you :)

Pairing: Jungkook x BFF!Reader (not dating, just two best friends)

Fandom: BTS

Warnings: Mentions of sex, cringy, full of crack moments.

Genre: Fluff, crack.

Word Count: 1.5k

Next Episode

[PODCAST INTRO/THEME]

Jungkook: WOOOOO! That's a good intro! 여러분! 안녕하세요!

🦊: *giggles*

Jungkook: If you don't know, I'm Jungkook from BTS.

🦊: and I'm Y/N!

Jungkook: This is a good project.

🦊: I honestly thought it would never happen.

Jungkook: Really?

🦊: Well, it's just... *trying not to laugh* You always go live whenever you want, so I thought you wouldn't do it because it would be obsolete.

Jungkook: Yeah, but my fans get more of me this way.

🦊: Oh my god!

*both laugh*

🦊: Very narcissistic.

Jungkook: We all are in a way.

🦊: Purr.

Jungkook: *snickers then laughs*

🦊: So, why did we do this?

Jungkook: Okay, so, I'm Korean an-

🦊: *chuckles*

Jungkook: *chuckles* *in between chuckles* I'm Korean, but Y/N is a foreigner in Korea.

🦊: Very "Emily in Paris"

Jungkook: *long pause* No, "XO, Kitty".

🦊: EW! *laughs*

🦊: Do I give koreaboo vibes!?

Jungkook: *deadpan/trying not to laugh* Yeah.

Jungkook: OKAY! Let me get back to it. As we talk more and more, we kind of noticed that there are some things that we tell each other that kind of shock us.

🦊: Right and it was very entertaining to other people to listen to us talk about these things, and honestly? I need to pay my college debt.

Jungkook: I- okay, we can talk about that off the podcast *laughs*

🦊: I will DECLINE ONCE AGAIN if you offer to pay for it.

🦊: *in between laughs* LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT MONEY!~

Jungkook: Yeah, we don't want a frenemies incident.

🦊: They were iconic though.

Jungkook: It was very culture shocking, we can talk about that in another episode.

🦊: For sure. Today's episode is about~

Jungkook: Musiiiiiic! *sighs smiling* I love it!

🦊: Okay, before that! I nee- Okay, WE need to-

Jungkook: Oh! I forgot about that!

🦊: I can tell. So, just because we started this podcast, it does NOT MEAN I WANNA DATE JUNGKOOK!

Jungkook: *laughs away from the mic* *gets close* I don't wanna date you either.

🦊: No! This is for real! People will-

Jungkook: Start to ship up and stuff.

🦊: Which, no. Please.

Jungkook: Yeah, and again, just because we have a podcast and they're with me, it does not mean that we're dating or fucking or-

🦊: EW!

Jungkook: *in between laughs* Stop!~ I have to be serious!~

🦊: *giggles*

Jungkook: *trying not to laugh* Or give you guys the opportunity or-*clears throat/gets serious* right to go to their socials and bully them. We're friends.

🦊: And even if we're dating.

Jungkook: Yeah, no. Please, just spread love and positivity.

🦊: yeah...

🦊: So, *claps hands* MU.SIC!

Jungkook: I wanna go first!

🦊: Go for it, dude.

Jungkook: *smiles* So, here's the thing.

🦊: *laughs* Oh my god, I know what you're gonna say!

Jungkook: Y/N likes a ton of different music and they are very knowledgeable in a lot of cultures.

🦊: *gets embarrassed* Stop.

Jungkook: So they have a lot of things to talk about.

🦊: Such a Pisces *laughs*

Jungkook: *in between laughs* Yeah!

Jungkook: So because of that, they showed me reggaeton music, and OH MY GOD.

🦊: *laughs away from the mic*

Jungkook: *gets closer to the mic* This music, makes "WAP" by Cardi B look like a baby.

🦊: For sure!~

Jungkook: I remember the first time you showed me the translation of it and I was like "뭐야!?! 이거 허용되나?!"

🦊: *laughs*

Jungkook: I remember the song too, it was "Delincuente" by Tokischa.

🦊: His Spanish is cute.

Jungkook: *long pause* Who?

🦊: YOU!

Jungkook: Oh *snickers* Stop. Okay! It too-

🦊: It was shocking for you.

Jungkook: For sure. The first lines were "Tokischa, you fuck or not?". I was-

🦊: *smiling* Clutching his pearls.

Jungkook: Like a church 아주마.

🦊: For sure.

Jungkook: And it got like worse over the course of it.

🦊: But like was it REALLY shocking?

Jungkook: *hums thinking* Well... It's not shocking but it was surprising.

🦊: Explain, sir.

Jungkook: Well, it was the openness of it. Like, her talking about how she wants to be filled with "milk".

Jungkook: I'm doing air quotes since I know you guys can't see. That they have to be quiet, that she's horny, that he should put it on her ass and coochie.

🦊: *laughs* NOT AT YOU SAYING COOCHIE!

Jungkook: *giggles*

Jungkook: My fans are gonna hate you

🦊: They'll think I'm corrupting you but in rea-

Jungkook: We're both pretty fucked.

🦊: Very in tune with our sexuality.

Jungkook: Yeah, that's why I wasn't SHOCKED, but I was surprised by the lyrics.

🦊: You know that's a trend?

Jungkook: What is?

🦊: People, Spanish speakers, show their parents the song to get their reaction.

Jungkook: That was lowkey me.

🦊: *giggles* It was, I should have recorded it!~

Jungkook: The first time you showed me the song, I didn't understand it because I didn't know what it said so I was like *singing* Ella quiere bicho!~ BELLACA!

🦊: *laughs loudly*

Jungkook: I was saying... VERBATIM "She wants dick! SHE'S HORNY!"

🦊: *in between laughs* 근데 귀여웠어! You have a cute accent in Spanish.

Jungkook: *gets close to the mic* *voice lowers* You flirting with me?

🦊: *sighs/groans* 아니야...

Jungkook: So, that was my~

Together: CULTURE SHOCK!

Jungkook: *laughs* That was so cringy! We're never doing that again!

🦊: Listen to us do it in a few minutes.

Jungkook: Yeah.

Jungkook: What about yours?

🦊: My culture shock in music?

Jungkook: Yeah, I'm curious.

🦊: *hums thinking* It wasn't the music, but it was the CULTURE around it.

Jungkook: Ooooooh!~ Controversial! Are we gonna get canceled?

🦊: *in between laughs* Our first aND last episode.

Jungkook: *in between laughs* Every Korean person will want to kill you after this.

Jungkook: I know what you're gonna say.

🦊: *smirks* Say it.

Jungkook: Out loud, say it.

🦊: *gasps* I thought you would sa- Forget it

Jungkook: The "House of Dragons" one?

🦊: Yeah.

Jungkook: But, twilight is more quotable and iconic internationally.

🦊: Oh! For sure!

Jungkook: Anyways! Yours is idol culture.

🦊: Yeah, but not like you being an idol.

Jungkook: Right.

🦊: It's like... Fans feeling entitled to you and your body and just everything about you.

Jungkook: 응응

🦊: Like even with your solo-

Jungkook: Oh god!~ *giggles*

🦊: Fans were like *whisper yells* "He's gonna kiss her! Who does she think she is?! There's gonna be sexual dances with women like with Jimin! ". It was... *long pause*

Jungkook: Yeah, it's a lot.

🦊: It's obsessive.

Jungkook: But, you were a fan like that too.

🦊: *gets close to the mic* Lower. Your. God. Damn. Voice.

Jungkook: She was obsessed with-

🦊: PLEASE DON'T EXPOSE ME!~

Jungkook: *laughs* Okay, I won't.

Jungkook: But you were like that.

🦊: Yeah, but I was 13. I've seen 20-year-olds act like that over idols and it-

Jungkook: It gives you the ick.

🦊: For sure.

Jungkook: But the way I see it. It's like they love you SO MUCH that it manifests itself like that.

🦊: Yeah but, there needs to be boundaries.

🦊: Like liking someone is okay, but they are their own person, and if there's no chance then just accept it.

Jungkook: Yeah, but you're manifesting-

🦊: Stop!~ He's gonna listen to this and I don't wanna say it out loud because then it doesn't happen~

Jungkook: Can I just say? He likes you too.

🦊:....

🦊:....

🦊:....

Jungkook: Like, in the way you like HIM.

🦊:....

🦊:....

🦊:...

Jungkook: *singing* CULTURE SHOCK!!

*both laugh*

Jungkook: Our producer is telling us to wrap it up.

Jungkook: 같이 먹어러 가자.

🦊: 콜!

Jungkook: Tell us in the comments if you want us to continue the podcast.

🦊: Yeah, I have the next topic already if they want us to continue.

🦊: You guys should tell us to continue since JK spend a lot of money on the equipment.

Jungkook: I'm taking 5%

🦊: *laughs*

Together: He takes that 5%~

🦊: JINX! You owe me a soda.

Jungkook: *sighs in defeat*

🦊: *laughs* Now he can't say bye until he gets me a soda

🦊: Anyways, support the podcast. Follow us!~ Stream "Seven" and... *long pause*

🦊: okay, un-jinx~

Jungkook: AND! Tell us what you would like for us to talk about.

🦊: Purr

Jungkook: Watch us become a tea podcast

🦊: Iconic

Jungkook: Is it?

🦊: You like to gossip so...

Jungkook: Well! It's because you made me this way *laughs*

🦊: *in between laughs* For sure, he minded his business until we met. Now we just gossip about things happening in the industry.

Jungkook: The Jeongyeon and Jimin tea.

🦊: *gasps* ARE YOU CONFIRMING?!

Jungkook: I'm not confirming NOR denying.

🦊: *laughs*

Jungkook: Okay, 먹어러 가자, 배고파

🦊: 응, 나두!~

Jungkook: Send us love!~

🦊: Love you guys!~

Jungkook: 안녕히 게세요!~

🦊: Nos vemos en el próximo podcast!~

[vulpisnocturna]

Can I request Itachi NSFW Alphabet please?

Ahhh my baby Itachi. *knuckles cracking* let's get into it. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Itachi is the aftercare god. He will give you a drink, clean you up, run you a bath and wash your hair. He'll occasionally get worried if he leaves your skin reddened or your muscles are sore, asking you if you're alright, if he hurt you. He loves taking care of you, and wants nothing more than to cuddle and make you feel loved.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Let's face it, Itachi knows he's attractive. He doesn't think about his own body too much, but he likes his hands and his eyes (duh). As for his lover, honestly everything. He can't get enough of you. But I would think he loves your face and hair. He loves watching the way your lips stretch in a smile, your eyes, the light reflecting on your hair. He's just a huge fan of looking at you as though you were a work of art.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

The Uchiha Breeding Kink isn't as strong as other members of his clan, but don't fret, he still has it. He loves finishing inside of you, be it your mouth or your pussy. He loves the feeling of you squeezing him through it, and when you ask him to do it, he'll go absolutely feral.

He's not without caution, though. He won't do it unless he knows it's safe or he's in a stable position to be able to build a family. Then boy oh boy, does he get into it. Gotta repopulate the clan, after all.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ah! Itachi loves rough sex. He loves you more than anything, but he lives for teasing and working you up, only to act as though you got mad and need to be put in your place. He'll call you his little brat and tie your hands to the headboard, enjoying the sight of you squirming and begging. It's the Uchiha ego, you guys. He likes to be in control, but he sometimes gets in his head too much and wonders if he is hurting you. Your moans and whimpers say quite the opposite, and he settles himself, humming appreciatively as he starts teasing again before he pushes you down into the mattress and whispers filth into your ear as he sets an unrelenting pace.

He's also secretly possessive. He wants to hear you say you're his, and he likes hearing how much you want him.

'You belong to me, mh? Tell me. Tell me if anyone has ever made you feel as good as I do' he would say, tightening his hold on your throat and gripping your thigh as he thrusts into you.

'I'm yours. Only yours' you would reply breathlessly, moaning as he hums appreciatively, finally touching your clit.

'Again' he would command, because he wants to hear you tell him you're his over and over again.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Itachi is by no means a player, but he's indulged in a few women. During his ANBU missions, as a distraction from his work in the Akatsuki...

But what gives him experience is that clever head of his. He's very observant and intuitive, he will know when you like something, and he will burn it into his memory, always seeking out the little places that make you whine for him.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves seeing your face as he pleasures you. He likes the little gasps, the tightly closed eyes (he will remind you to look at him, or he will stop), the tousled hair around your face. Missionary just makes him feel connected with you. He also likes spooning you, it feels intimate and he has easy access to every single part of your body. But when Itachi gets rough, expect him to bend you over and fuck you from behind until you scream. 'So desperate', he'll say softly, 'you can't help but beg me for more. That's it. Keep begging, darling'

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Itachi's humour is very dry and cutting. He'll use it to tease you, but he'll be subtle. He'll say something he knows you will twist in your mind, taunting like a cat with a prey. He loves seeing you get angry and cheeky, just so he can put you back in your place. During the act, though, he's not one for jokes. He's zeroed in on you, and apart from teasing, he won't be humorous.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Itachi is very clean. I mean, look at his silky hair. That man definitely owns hair masks. He likes to keep himself well groomed, and he trims his hairs quite often.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Please. Itachi is the most intimate man who ever graced the earth. He’s a perfect househusband.

He'll hold your hand, pinning it down on the mattress and locking his fingers with yours, look into your eyes, slow down the pace to make it more sensual.

The man is a whore for kisses. Slow, passionate kisses, he'll suck on your bottom lip, he'll kiss your throat, your cheeks, your forehead, your thighs, your chest. He loves neck kisses. Giving or receiving, he loves the feeling of them.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Itachi won't indulge himself much. When he's on a mission, he needs to focus, and he will be tense, but he won't give in. Alone at night, when he's not on a mission, though, he will quietly give in, picturing you in his mind as he does it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

We've talked about the infamous breeding kink. Itachi is the god of praise kink (and genjutsu). He will call you his good girl, tell you how good you feel, let you know just how well you're taking him. He'll praise every inch of your body in that soothing, mellow voice of his. He also likes dirty talk (and boy is it hot in that voice). He likes combining the two, which results in you being called "my pretty little slut" and "desperate girl". He enjoys teasing you, seeing your pride fade into desperate craving. And he'll be happy to oblige you.

That's because this man is the overstimulation and edging king. He's a soft dom, and he's honed in on your pleasure. When he's fucking you, everything is about you and your pleasure. He will never deny you an orgasm, but he will delay it until you're begging for him before ravaging you.

'Oh? You wish to cum for me? Then I'll make you cum until your voice is raw from screaming'

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Don't fix what isn't broken. Beds are a very good place according to Itachi. They're comfortable, and because fucking usually lasts a while with him, your comfort is his top priority. He's not against fucking you against the wall or in the bathtub, though. Itachi's not into public sex a lot. He's a very private person, and he needs to hear you loud and clear when he fucks you in the comfort of your home or in an onsen.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Teasing, teasing, teasing. Itachi loves playing mind games. He will never harm you or cause you psychological distress, but he loves taunting. He will get you so worked up that he knows you will melt by the time you're underneath him. He's an intense man under all that control, and he likes seeing you want him as badly as he wants you. And he'll always deliver.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that involves degrading their S/O or harming them. It's different when he slaps your ass or chokes you or tells you how filthy you are for him, but when it comes to causing you pain or humiliating you with other people, that's a hard no for him. He's also secretly possessive, so he doesn't want to share.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

A giver at heart, Itachi won't let himself cum until you have. Several times. He will bury his head between your thighs every chance he gets, and it's nothing but a drug to him. He'll be sucking, licking, scraping with his teeth, flicking with his tongue until you can't stop shaking. He won't stop after your orgasm, keeping you still as he continues to devour you. Knowing he can make you come undone with his tongue makes him lose control. And he's good, too.

He loves the feeling of your lips around his cock, and he'll try to restrain himself, worried he might cause you discomfort. If you do ask him to fuck your mouth, though, he will fist your hair and praise you throughout it. You're going to have to swallow his cum, because if you're so intent on being his good girl, how could you not? And he'll return the favour. Several times.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Itachi takes his time. His illness makes it difficult to set a pace that's too fast, but he is unrelenting. When he fucks you slowly, it's to get you to beg him to be rough. And when he's rough, he is still very precise with his thrusts, hitting your g-spot each time.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not too fond. Quickies means no time to truly worship you and make you desperate. He'll do it, but he will still put aside some time to fuck you with his fingers before he has his way with you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is open to experimenting, but he will want to talk about it first. He won't do anything he's not comfortable with, but he'll do everything to make you happy.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

This man has a full illness, and he still has the stamina to go several rounds. He knows how to preserve his energy and make the most out of it. He lasts quite a while, because he has so much control on himself that he uses to wait until you have orgasmed before it's his turn.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I don't even think the Naruto world has sex toys. But Itachi wouldn't like them that much. Why use toys when he could use his fingers and his tongue for hours? He doesn't like sharing what's his.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A lot. He's a teasing kind of person, and he will taunt you as he delays your orgasm to see how you will react. But he will always deliver at the end, making every orgasm count.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Itachi is not a very loud person. He's vocal about what he likes and what you're doing, praising and teasing, but his moans are quiet. He will sigh softly, groan when he buries himself inside you or moan as you lick his cock, but he won't be loud. What he will do, however, is put his lovely voice to good use. He has a way with words, and he can make you melt in his arms with just that.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves tying you up. He enjoys the trust involved in letting him guide you through it, and he likes pleasuring you, knowing you can't move or touch him. He likes the way you squirm as he takes his sweet time exploring your body, having you completely at his mercy.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Itachi is lean and toned, with graceful hands and tapered fingers. He's that type of skinny guy. He's quite thick and lengthy, around 6.5 inches. Not a monstrous cock, but a very good one to be able to pleasure you. He has a slight tilt, which only makes it easier for him to hit your g-spot.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Itachi's quite sick, so on the days he doesn't feel well, he can't do much. He wants you all the time, but he's a busy man and he doesn't get to enjoy you as often as he'd like. He's still going to make time for you a few times a week, as the doting man he is.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's the type to have a relaxing bath with his S/O after sex, and then, he'll want to cuddle. Be prepared to have lots of kisses. He will cradle you in his arms and run his fingers through your hair, lulling you into sleep. He won't fall asleep straight away, but when he does, it's usually one of the few times he doesn't have nightmares.

[password-door-lock]

Unknown takes your hand— he's long since learned that he won't get very good reactions from passersby if he drags you by your wrist in public— and leads you toward the storefront. You don't protest; in fact, when he glances over his shoulder, he finds that you're making a show of skipping merrily along, and looking quite comical while you do it. Unknown supposes that he would be mad under any other circumstances, but as of now, this is far from his primary concern.

Without further ado, he steers you into the ice cream shop franchise. “We came all this way just for ice cream?” You ask.

But you don't sound put-out or disappointed. You don't even sound mildly annoyed. No, Unknown can tell from your tone, from the light in your eyes, from the gentle tug on his hand as you subconsciously make every effort to pull him closer— you're happy about this. You want to spend more time with Unknown. You want to follow his lead to this place and do whatever he's got planned. You really are the best assistant he could have asked for, though there’s no way that sentiment is ever leaving his lips. If he said it to you, you'd get a big head about it. If he said it to the Savior, she'd decide you were a weakness and take appropriate countermeasures— or, countermeasures that would be appropriate if you actually were a weakness for Unknown. As it stands, he doesn't suppose there's much that you could really sway him to do, even if you tried. And, of course, if word of your reliability made its way to his enemies, you'd be put in danger for sure. That would be a waste of a useful tool, not to mention a pretty face and a lot of Unknown’s time.

“Mhm,” he tells you, shaking himself from his thoughts as he approaches the counter. “Order what you want.”

“Anything I want?” You gaze at him, still sounding gleeful. Who knew that this was all it would take to get you eating out of the palm of his hand? Actually, when Unknown thinks about it, you've basically been doing so for the past several months now, but that's not the point. The point is that he really, really, really wants his ice cream. That's why he decided to stop here on the way to the apartment. It’s vital that he gets something to eat before starting an important task, right? You’re always blabbering on about that sort of thing.

“Yes,” Unknown reiterates.

“Hi, good morning,” you greet the cashier giddily. Unknown doesn't know why— if he were in your position, he'd have been happy not to have to interact with anyone outside of Magenta for months on end, but it seems to have had the opposite effect on you. Granted, the way you look at this cashier is nothing compared to the way you look at Unknown, but it's still quite obvious that you're pleased to be having this conversation. Unknown doesn't know if he's ever been truly happy to have a conversation with anyone in his life— well, you make him laugh. Sometimes he's happy about that. “I'll have one banana split, please. Thank you. Oh, and then whatever he's getting.”

Your performance in this situation is so seamless, like an actor who has memorized a script. It's beautiful to watch. Unknown is starting to understand why people on the outside drop so much money to see a ballet or go to the zoo. Ballerinas, gazelles, and his assistant: graceful creatures crammed into stuffy environments but made to behave gracefully anyway. There's something about the idea that just makes his head spin.

But right now, Unknown needs to order his ice cream. “Mint chocolate chip,” he says. It's all they need to know, right?

“He means, one mint chocolate chip—well, do you want a cone or a bowl?” You look expectantly to Unknown. He considers this question, but evidently takes too long, because you elect to answer for him. “Okay, one mint chocolate chip cone, but can you, like, turn it upside down into a bowl? Three scoops, please. Thank you.”

Unknown would be angry with you for commandeering his order, but he likes the sound of it, so he'll let it slide for now. Your reward will be that he won't deal with your insurgence in public— he'll wait until you're back in the intelligence room to handle it. You should be very grateful, then, when the time comes. For now, he just nods. “Mhm.”

“And do you have a loyalty account with us?” The cashier asks. This seems like a motion that they have to go through, something that they're required to do, or else they wouldn't waste the question on Unknown.

He rattles off the user ID that he memorized this morning after he hacked into the ice cream company’s server. 

“Okay,” the cashier says, eyes going wide. “Wow, that's a lot of rewards points. Um, just a second while I get the system to redeem your rewards.”

You give Unknown a shrewd look, but thankfully, you know better than to actually say something about what you've just witnessed. After all, you wouldn't want to cause a ruckus of any kind. “Alright,” says the server, “You're all set. And you still have... 75,894 points.”

“That’s right.” Unknown gives you a smug look.

“Thank you,” you smile sweetly at the cashier before meeting Unknown's smug glance with a very pointed one. He can't help but think you're kind of adorable like that.

You wait until after the pair of you have received your respective ice cream treats and retreated to the car to initiate a conversation with Unknown. “What the fuck?” You demand, “How did you get so many points? I’ve known you for months, and I’ve never seen you leave the intelligence room for long enough to come here. Do you share an account with all the believers or something?” 

Now, that’s a funny mental image. Instead of answering, Unknown takes a healthy spoonful of mint chocolate chip ice cream and really savors it, letting you watch as he licks the spoon. Eventually, when he decides he’s held you in suspense for long enough, he says, “Hacking.”

“You're using your powers for evil,” you laugh, like this is some kind of shock to you. “Scamming an innocent— well, wait, actually, no, you know what? You’re really just scamming a corporation. I would say that this is definitely one of the least problematic crimes I’ve seen you commit so far. Have you considered dropping the whole revenge thing altogether and just doing this full time?” Unknown has considered that, actually— for about five seconds, before he realized that it was an absolutely preposterous idea. Luciel needs to pay for what he’s done, and it's Unknown's responsibility to make that happen. “Uh, keep on stealing ice cream, I guess, man.” You giggle at this idea, and Unknown finds himself smirking at the comical expression on your face. He thinks it goes without saying that he's going to keep hacking into the system and giving himself rewards points.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” he reminds you curtly, before returning his attention to his ice cream. 

[luneshallshine]

✂ ateez as kinks (m)

ateez is seriously my ult group right now, so let's go!

(i bias hwa so i might be favoring him...slightly..)

*did i mention i suck at smut..? hehe.

minors n ageless blogs do not interact please! afab!reader (use of female terms)

ღ seonghwa, soft dom

♫ playing now : btbt by b.i.

breeding kink

have yall SEEN this man talk about kids

like omg he is DRIPPING breeding kink energy

he would enjoy the intimacy of cumming inside you :(

he would hug you and his breath staggers into your ear

he has dreamed of a family with you and will always make sure you're ok with everything

once you give him the green light, he's hiding all the condoms in the house tho beware

"yes.. just a little more sweetie, i'll fill you up nicely."

praise kink (giving and receiving)

he is the sweetest ever :((

such a soft dom i can't picture him as anything else

he would kiss all your insecure spots

do NOT even think of putting yourself down

he will fuck those bad thoughts out of you

when your man crumbles at the sight of you, how can you hate yourself?

he will melt if you praise him even just once

even just a little "good job" will have him shifting in his seat

"good girl, you're just so perfect for me, aren't you?"

size kink

he's decently tall

would adore a smaller partner

the way he can cage you with just his body??

never thought he had a size kink until he met you

the way you look up at him when he kabedons you

pls let him manhandle you! he doesn't workout for nothing

"how is it possible for someone to be so tiny? you can't even take my fingers.."

ღ hongjoong, switch

♫ playing now : thinkin bout you by katie

impact play (giving)

he will enjoy punishing you

a secret sadist i swear

has belts and whips ready in your bedroom

likes bending you over his knee/lap

his fav part to hit is your ass, flat or not

the smile he has on his face when you cry

always reminds you of your safe word though

"your ass always looks nicer once it's red.."

rigging (giving and receiving)

tie

him

up!

restrain him to your headboard

he will love it

loves the struggle

finds pleasure in you using his cock however you'd like

make him your cute lil rope bunny :(

will enjoy tying you up, but not as much as he likes being tied up

"these ropes can't keep me from fucking you later babe.."

ღ yunho, switch (leaning soft dom)

♫ playing now : mmmh by kai

size kink

one nickname i see a lot of people use for yunho is "tiny"

yes

that nickname fits him so well

he would THRIVE knowing his partner needed him to assist her with everyday tasks

buldge kink falls under this for yunho

he loves running his long fingers on your cute full tummy

he loves how his tiny can't run from his large grasp on her

"aww look at your cute tummy tiny, so full of me, only me.."

somnophilia (giving and receiving)

would love the feeling you wrapped around him when he's still sleepy

would become so obedient and soft :(

just pleading with you to let him cum, let him please you

he's so sleepy and vulnerable to your charms

thinks he's watching an angel ride him when he dares to open his eyes

his favorite way to wake you up is eating you out

"fuck..this is the best dream ever, don't..don't stop tiny please."

ღ yeosang, switch

♫ playing now : babydoll (speed) by ari abdul

muscle kink

his arms

siR PLEASE

loves carrying you everywhere

he works out hard and he wants you to feel them

his arms pinning you down.. <3

his arms holding you into one position as he goes in and out of your cunt

"don't you like it when i fuck you against this wall? all you need is me to stay upright.."

temperature play, ice cubes (giving)

enjoys watching you squirm as he trails the ice down your tits

to your cute tummy

to your sensitive thighs

and then he watches it melt in your mouth

as he stays quiet, watching your reactions intently

will have a vib in your cunt during his play

"so sensitive darling.. do you like the coldness? what if i touch your warmth right here.."

ღ san, switch (maybe hard dom..)

♫ playing now : pour up by dean

impact play (giving)

i think he has dom tendencies

loves watching your ass turn red (an ASS man)

and loves feeling your cunt tighten around his fingers when he spanks you

might slap your face n cunt with his cock :(

he IS a sadist

but loves consent

a big tease as well :((

"count your slaps for me, good girl, you want more? of course you do.."

pet play, power dynamics (giving)

plEASE do not flame me for this

have you seen how he plays w byeol

he would love seeing his cute little sub dressed up in kitty attire

ready to please him

bonus if you act cute

he will open up his lap and tell you to sit down

yes sir

"does my little kitty want my love? you gotta work for it kitty. nothing's free."

ღ mingi, switch (leaning sub)

♫ playing now : heyahe by one

dumbification (giving and receiving)

he would love to be fucked dumb by your cunt every now and then

just so he can cry out your name and whine for more :(

loves falling into your control

also?? just the THOUGHT of having this big guy under YOUR control?? drooling, frothing.

also loves fucking you dumb as well

he goes well with a dumb fucked out baby :)

"baby..baby..more, please more. i can..handle it."

size kink

when he's not feeling subby, he will love manhandling you

the 180s this man does on stage?? yeah definitely the same in bed

he could your big dumb baby (himbos rise) one day and your daddy the next

he loves how you can't really escape even though he's barely using force (he doesn't like hurting you)

the sweetest dom as well

"don't run, but i don't need to tell you that, right? you couldn't run even if you wanted to."

ღ wooyoung, switch (HEAVY sub)

♫ playing now : fever by enhypen

degradation (receiving)

this man says he get butterflies from being yelled at ...

he's a bratty sub if i've EVER seen one

degrade him

insult him

slap him if you want to

this man is a simp for you and will let you do whatever

has heart eyes when you humiliate him

"yes i'm your bitch, please don't stop.. i'll be good, i promise!"

orgasm denial (giving and receiving)

as much as he is a bratty lil sub

he has his dom moments, and it shows when wooyoung teases you

he will deny you your orgasm whenever he can, and he'll love it

will die for your cute whines and pleads for him to just let you cum

however .. turn the tables and he is the most vocal man on the planet

cries tears of absolute bliss

use your cunt on him !!

will surrender everything to you

just let him cum, pretty please :(

"please, i wanna ... i wanna cum in your beautiful cunt, please..!"

ღ jongho, dom

♫ playing now : god damn by i.m

size/muscle kink

ateez has so many 'size kink' men istg

jongho may not be super tall

but he is WIDE

he can manhandle you no doubt

he is so wellbuilt im-

his legs spreading yours apart

his body completely overshadowing you, so if anyone walks in, they won't be able to see you

cling onto his wide shoulders

bonus if you scratch!

"just look at how my body covers yours in my shadow, so beautiful honey.."

cockwarming

this goes hand in hand with his size kink

will enjoy keeping you from moving with just his body alone

when he's feeling soft, he'll just cuddle you in a bear hug while his cock is snug inside you

if you start trying to move to tease him, he'll grip your hips and keep you in place with ease

enjoys the intimacy

will want to do a lot of things whilst his cock is in you

"you feel so nice, twitching around my cock when you can't move, oh honey.."

hey! you proud of me? this is my first nsfw work EVER, in my whole 19 yrs of my life, i have never written smut! hope you liked it,, it was a struggle fs, and i struggled with jongho's :((

see you later!

ღ lune

[mediocreanomaly]

while I love me some Vash and ww I wanna go with Knives rn 🥴 what do you think his kinks would be? and/or favorite positions 🤤

Authors note: My first NSFW request? so swag...also u!!! ur so epic I love when you interact fr *inserts that puppy dog eye emoji* Here's some Knives content for you Knive kissers tho!

Knives X Reader NSFW HC's

Positions:

I think Knives likes any position that allows him to be over you. He likes feeling like he's in charge in pretty much anything he does, and I mean anything.

Mating Press: One of his favorites. He has a thing about cumming inside every time and he'll get a bit irritated if you clean up too quickly because it seems like a waste. This is the perfect position to make sure every drop is fucked as deep into you as he can get it. Plus It makes him feel in control, he likes using his body weight to pin you down. He likes having you caged under him, letting your scratch along his shoulders as he pumps himself deeper into you.

G-Whiz: Lmao! ignore the name...He likes to over stimulate you. (mostly because as a plant he can go multiple rounds without getting tired) This just gets the job done a bit faster. Having your legs slung up over his shoulders does something to him too, the way he can hold your hips up at the perfect angle, drilling into your g-spot every time...He can't get enough of watching your fucked out face as you roll your eyes back from the fourth orgasm of the night. He also likes being a bit rough with you, proving to you how fragile you are compared to him not that'd he'd ever hurt you. He just enjoys the way you fold so nicely under him.

Cowgirl: Now I know I said he likes being on top but this is the one position where you can get him under you if you catch him in the right mood. He likes watching the way you bounce as you attempt to keep your composure despite falling apart even on top of him. More than that he likes having a view of every time his dick sinks into you, watching as you lift yourself up until it's nearly just the tip then sink yourself back down to the hilt. He'll grunt as you put your hands on his chest trying to chase your high. (he's not completely fair though, even here he likes to be a brat. He'll grab your hips if you slow down too much and fuck up into you using you for his own pleasure. He's a bit selfish in that aspect but don't worry he won't stop until you've cum at least twice.)

Kinks:

Breeding Kink: Maybe this is too obvious but...I mean c'mon. Knives has this whole fantasy about getting you pregnant, about making sure your constantly full with his child. He'll go multiple rounds to the point his cum is spilling out of you coating your thighs. He doesn't care, he'll go one more round just to make sure it takes, just to make sure there's no room for anything else but him. He constantly has you bending over things trying to breed you, and don't you want to carry his children? Don't you want to be good and let him fill you up?

"N-nai" you groan feeling warmth drip out of you, coating both you and Nai in his cum.

"Please, I cant do another round, s'too much" you whine too cock drunk to really think of anything but the man between your thighs. He has your hips propped up on pillows so that your hips are angled up towards him, refusing to let any of of his cum go to waste.

"You can go one more round can't you? Your doing so well..." his hand moves to press down against your womb trying to feel himself from the tin layer of fat that separate him from it. You whine and throw your head back but nod giving into him.

"Good. I'm going fill you again and then in return....you can have my child." he muses already beginning to rock his hips into you again. It's was going to be a long night.

Knife Play: Again...too obvious? Still! He has his blades you better believe he's going to use them. Knives getting to show off he's not human is something of a source of pride to him so he'll remind you of this fact in the bed room too. He likes the way the metal looks against your skin anyways.

Your body tenses as the cool silver of Nai's blade gently run against your skin. It's the dull edge, the side that won't cut, but if either of you move in the slightest that won't last.

Nai watches you like a predator about to strike, artic blue eyes reflecting in the dark as he lets the vines wrap around your body. They snake up your legs pulling you further apart for his view, and before you can protest there one wrapping around your throat forcing you to bear your neck lest you slice your throat open.

"Carful...their quite sharp" he muses. He finds this funny, the prick. Still, it's hard to be mad when there's ever pooling warmth building in your stomach. You jerk slightly when of of the blades climbs up your waist and hiss when the blade around your thighs cuts in slightly. Nai tsk at you and drags his thumb over where the small cut is and brings it to his lips, licking the blood off it.

"and you were doing so good..." he uses his vines to once again spread your legs apart so he can look at you, you feel his fingers ghost over where you want him most and you feel tears prick at your eyes wishing he's get on with it already when he finally begins to line himself up with your entrance, "now remember...don't move."

Predator/Prey: Sue me but tell me this man doesn't like a chase. Maybe it appeals to his plant instincts or that's his excuse anyways. In all honesty I think he likes to show off how much stronger, how much faster he is than a human like you. These little bouts of power send an extra thrill to his head, luckily Knives wing is very large so you can play into it.

You pant letting your feet carry you as fast as you can across the cool floor of the Arc. Were you fast enough? The answer is almost always a resounding "No" but when you don't hear foot steps behind you decide to take your luck at face value.

You look around for a hiding spot, adrenaline spiking though your body as you go into overdrive. You spot a small crawl space, just big enough for you to wiggle into if you're quick. Without a second thought you dive for it, scrambling to hide yourself away, knowing there's no way you can out run him for long. As if he can hear your thoughts the second you pull your feet in you hear the tell tale sound of his feet and the drag of a blade against the wall. You put your hands over your mouth to stifle any noises.

"I know you're in here" Nai coos, icy voice bouncing off the walls of the cold room. The echo makes it hard to tell where exactly his is, which only causes your heart to thud faster against your ribs.

"Be good and come out here for me, maybe I'll even reward you" It's a bluff and you know it. He didn't want you to give up, not now. It'd ruin the hunt, make it less fun.

Silence falls over the room and you close your eyes to listen for any movement, there's none but you know better than to take the chance. After what seems like forever you hear the slow clicks of foot steps retreating. You stay in your spot for a second regaining your breath before you steel yourself and take off again.

You run. You run faster than you ever have before but as you move down the hall...you hear the sound of something- no someone turning the corner. Shit. You turn and sprint down the hall way, you need a hiding place, you need to run faster you need-You feel your body suddenly pushed to the ground an you know, like always, you've lost.

"You lasted much longer this time" Nai muses in your ear, body still trapping you between him and the floor.

"Such a shame, but you didn't really think a human could get away from me did you?" you feel his hands glide down your body already tugging down the hem of your pants. Maybe losing wasn't so bad...not if this was the punishment.

[gremlin-writes-angst]

The Kings Precious

Fairly short, I have plans for more if this does well.

This is a Royal Vampiric au of redacted audio

for this small snippet all you need to know is that Quinn is the new king and has forced 'Darlin' to marry him ( engaged now) and though I didn't mention it in the story, darlin and Sam are a secret couple from before Quinn. Sam is still a servant of the castle and witnesses this whole interaction

TW: Very controlling, Seriously darlin in this is his servant and will not disobey him. please don't read if you don't feel comfortable. Non-consensual touching ( not near private parts but it is still unwelcome and uncomfortable) Quinn lies about what him and Darlin do behind closed doors. I want to be clear that he does not do anything sexual without Darlin's consent. He says these things to his servants because he feels it gives him more power.

Please consider these things before reading this, this part is literally all about Quinn showing off the control he has over his 'fiance' (servant)

For future reference, if I continue this it will mostly be sam and Darlin and you will NOT need to read this part.

“Isn't it just precious?”

He waited for his fiance's answer

It didn't take long for his patience to run thin.

He hates being ignored.

So he grabs their chin and forces them to look at him

“Precious?”

A sliver of fear shines through their eyes.

He loves it

His hand softly travels to their neck as he asks

“I was talking about the ring, it's perfect.”

They don't react the way he wants

 So  he squeezes their neck

“Do you disagree?”

He glares into their eyes

They should now by now to obey

His eyes are the last warning hell give

The fear in their eyes increases

It's so delicious that he can't stop his lips from curving into a grin

His grin widens when their voice stumbles out 

“ of course not”

He gives a small squeeze to their neck again, to remind them what they have forgotten

“ My king”

He worked on that for a long time and still is. He just needs them to look him in the eyes when they say it.

He lets it go for now as he works his hand down their neck, purposely exposing more of their collarbone. Leaning in to kiss them, breathing in their full scent before pulling away.

“ You always smell so divine, if only we were alone my precious”

He says, very loudly, a form of lying his claim.

His hand releases their garment, it doesn't quite return to its original position, but that was what he wanted.

He continues to lightly graze his fingers down their arm, feeling the goosebumps he is causing them.

When he reaches their hand he raises it to his lips kissing the back of their hand.

He holds intense eye contact with his subject.

“ Shall we show off how well your King treats you?”

He whispers and chuckles at the sudden reaction they have, their terrified

He wastes no time standing from his throne and lifting their hand. Forcing them to be pulled from their spot.

“Everyone stop and take a moment to gasp and gawk at this beautiful priceless ring I have graciously given my precious. The ring is worth more than any of your lives. Many have died to retrieve this very ring. It matches them perfectly.”

He didn't have to threaten anyone directly. Everything he did and said was taken as a threat.

He stood and basked as his servants obeyed him. 

Once he had enough he said his adeus

“ Go back to work, we shall be in my room.”

He leaned into them and pretended to whisper, though he knew and wanted everyone to hear him

“I just can't resist you anymore.”

With that, he rushed away, practically dragging his precious with him.

[joonsytip]

Lean On || Lee Seokmin

Pairings: Seokmin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt, Comfort, Established Relationship au

Synopsis: On rough days when you have nothing but tears to offer, Seokmin always provides his shoulders to lean on and it reminds you of everything his love language entails of.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: nothing heavy, toxic workplace, reader is sad, mentions of migraine, THE ENDING IS CRACK.

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The raindrops splatter against the window panes and Seokmin drawls out a restrained breath when his slumber stirs. He checks the time with teary eyes as his head still throbs, cursing himself out for not being able to pick you from work because of the killer headache which forced him to take early leave from office and return home.

He hears the doorknob making a sound and perks up in relief just because he'd be finally able to see you, feel your touch after spending hours apart because of work.

When you take slight longer than usual to cross the hallway and reach the couch where he's seated, Seokmin thinks he can't bear another moment of not seeing you. He rushes to the hallway and is about to call out your name but stills.

Your mind is anywhere and everywhere but to notice your boyfriend's presence. You know how easily he gets worried, so you take deep breaths in hopes that those tears would stop falling, hands frantically rubbing over eyes and cheeks to wipe off any hints of them. While your back still faced him, Seokmin knows you too well to catch onto your actions and even though his heart breaks he quietly goes back to take his previous position on the couch.

"Hey baby, did your headache...", it's happening again. Whenever you're upset your brain decides to stop giving out the words and you're always failing to complete the sentences or make any sense out of it for anyone. You pray that Seokmin doesn't notice, albeit of him being aware of this habit of yours.

"It's better.", Seokmin lies inspite of the way there's a rapid pounding in his head. He pats the space beside him and you're occupy it with hesitancy.

"I tried to...", you regret two things. One, meeting his gaze because your eyes are bloodshot and two, opening your mouth because the words won't come out, "I tried to..", your hands gesture inwards and Seokmin smiles.

"Work is busy, I know baby, it's not easy to leave at your will.", He responds as if he's cutting you off and pats on your head gently, "Go get changed, I'll make us something."

"No, I'm not letting you.", you protest sternly, "You're having headaches from....", you fist your hands determined to get out the word this time, "from... m-migraine", you sigh in relief and look around, "and by the way the only the dim lights are on, I can sense the intensity already. We're ordering take out."

The idea doesn't settle well with Seokmin, "Baby, it's raining outside. It's gonna be a bother to the delivery persons", his eyes go round in concern, "what if the delivery person gets into an accident just because they want to deliver in time, you know how bad the roads will be."

A smile grows on your lips, "Lee Seokmin, you got to worry about the whole world, don't you? And surely we won't be the only one ordering, there are lots of people who are, will gonna do that. But since you don't want to, let me freshen up and I'll make your favourite chicken soup."

"Okay, then I'll make your favourite mashed potato puffs.", he says and ceases every chance of protest from you by sending you into your shared bedroom.

Once you're into the bathroom, you ponder how Seokmin could make you forget about the world instantly when you're with him. But now that you're alone again, your mood sours. The hollowness returns as you shred your clothes and let the warm water wash you thorough.

Seokmin feels he could faint any moment because of the constant throbbing. It's one of those days where medicines does nothing to dull the pain. But he coaxes himself to get through because today you need him. He'd do anything to be your support, to be your anchor, to never let you go to bed upset.

He thanks heaven as he almost finishes making the puffs while waiting for you to join him. He counts sheeps, hums his favourite melodies, tries to think about something funny but nothing diverts him from the splitting headache which he feels keeps on increasing as moments pass by.

He prays he doesn't faint, he doesn't want you to worry more.

"Are you already done?", the smell floods your senses making you hungry instantly as soon as you step into the kitchen.

"Almost.", Seokmin tries to get up but tumbles on his steps and you run to hold him.

You eye him in concern as he seats on the chair. You hand him a glass of water asking, "How bad is it?"

You're met by silence and that's what you needed from him, an honest answer. Next you're running into your room to grab your scarf and purse.

"We're going to the hospital now.", you tell him, looking around for the car keys.

What Seokmin dreaded the most is happening, "Baby, it's not that bad. Plus it's raining outside, I won't let you drive, it's dangerous. I'll be okay in sometime."

You scoff as your angry gaze directs at him, "Your eyes are red, Min. You couldn't even stand properly."

Seokmin tries to open his mouth but you're cutting him off, "No more excuses. We're going to the hospital."

The temperature treatment and medicines did work some sort of magic because Seokmin feels a lot better and by the time you both are out of the hospital, the rain has also stopped.

Seokmin wants to drive, wants to tell you to take rest but with his current plight he wouldn't take the risk of doing so.

"Baby, could you please drive us to the riverside.", he asks and though you eye him questioningly, you don't say a word.

Throughout the ride his hand rests on your thigh, giving gentle caresses. It's oddly comforting you think. He hums soft melodies, adjusts the window glasses rolling them all up when he feels you shiver, rolling them down when it feels stuffy.

When you reach the riverside, Seokmin gets out urging you to stop the car at a spot and you decide to follow him after parking the car.

There's a designated bench for you two, it's your regular spot. You couldn't pinpoint why but that particular area beside the riverside had always enchanted you, during daytime it's filled with people and glee, at nighttime it's dimly lit. But today it's mostly dark maybe because of rain. That's the exact place where you met him for the first time, the memory is silly, it's beautiful and everything you'd be grateful for. Taking seat, while you wait for Seokmin your mind squares back to the incidents in the office and once again the tears start to pool in the corner of your eyes.

Those tears are now streaming down your face as you sob loudly. You don't care to hide it from your boyfriend because you know he already knows that something's off and it's a matter of time he asks you about it.

"Oh baby", you hear your boyfriend's voice and next you're being embraced by him while he sits beside you. You fist your hands on his jacket and some moments later he's loosening your grip on him just to make you look at him.

He wipes your tears and pecks on your forehead, "Wanna let it out?"

You nod like an eager child as if you were waiting for him to ask.

"I had told you about the...", It comes again, with waves of sadness, your brain not giving oult the words, "about the...", you whimper in frustration.

Seokmin knows it's something related to work so he turns the gear in his head and ask, "Project?"

You shake head.

"New team member?"

Again a no.

"Deadline?"

Still no.

He feels like ripping his hair apart and suddenly everything clicks, he thinks he knows what must have happened. With hesitancy he asks, "Promotion?"

You nod, your eyes becoming teary just at the mention, "I've been eyeing that position for a long time. My performance rating has been the best among the peer group so I was sure that I was gonna get promoted. But it was given to Jooseok, we all know he's a...", you look at him expectantly when you get stuck again.

Seokmin knowing in and outs about your workplace quickly adds, "He's a distant relative of the senior project manager."

You nod and continue, "And when I tried to talk to my manager he totally shut me out saying I shouldn't be petty about something I don't deserve in first place."

Seokmin feels unfair because he knows how diligent you are, he has seen how dedicated you are to your work. He remembers how your eyes glinted every time the topic of promotion was brought upon.

"Am I really being petty, Min?"

Vigorously shaking his head Seokmin answers, "Baby, I need you to know that you deserved it more than anyone else. I have known how many all nighters you've pulled to fill in for your incompetent teammates, to help new team members. You're so sincere and reliable, the type project leads would always want to have in their team."

Relief washes over you and you pour out more, "It's not even about the promotion, it's okay, opportunities would come more but what hurts the most is I never get credited for all the work I've put through. They always disregard everything and they're rude.", a pout settles on your lips.

"They need to be taught a lesson.", Seokmin quips because he already has ideas in his head, "Weren't you saying you had a meeting with the clients this week? When is that scheduled?"

"This Thursday.", you say unsuspectingly.

Seokmin grins big when he says, "When you go home you're gonna apply emergency leave for the remaining week. Let's see how things roll without you."

Your eyes go wide in shock, "I can't do that! Plus my manager won't approve it."

"They're called emergency leaves for a reason. And what's your manager gonna do about it? The most he can do is run his filthy mouth.", Seokmin reasons and you're laughing at how he's making questionable faces whenever your manager comes up in the conversation.

"Next you're gonna start applying for new jobs. Your workplace is toxic and sorry if I sound rude or demanding or controlling but I won't let you work somewhere where it costs you your mental health. You deserve to be appreciated for the efforts you're putting through, you deserve a better working environment."

You know what your boyfriend's suggesting is actually a real deal, not that you haven't pondered over this before. Having endured the dirty politics of the office for long actually fuels up in making up your mind.

"I think I'm gonna start applying for jobs.", you acknowledge and Seokmin hugs you in delight. When he does so you wonder where you'd belong if it's not to him.

"You don't even have to work through the notice period, you know I can provide for both of us unless you get another job.", he says and pinches the bridge of your nose, "But I also know your conscience won't allow you to do so, you won't leave that abruptly."

"Thanks Min. What would I do without you?",you whisper giving him a knowing smile. He pecks your lips before asking to wait as he runs off to somewhere.

Some moments later the area suddenly lights dimly in various colours making your eyes wonder in search of not anything in particular. Then falls a spotlight on the empty space to your front. You watch as your boyfriend walks in taking place into the circle of the light holding a what you assume to be a water bottle along with that a gas balloon, the thread tied on his wrist.

He looks at you, when your gazes meet his smiles ear to ear which turns out to be contagious because you're smiling wide too.

The characteristic goofy smile that he gives you tugs on your heart and when he's holding the bottle as a makeshift mic you're already laughing out loud.

"Silly", you call him out.

He points at you before he starts to sing.

And when he starts to sing, your eyes almost fall off the sockets because he's singing what you had never anticipated.

"Dogs goes woof, Cat goes meow...", he starts to sing so soulfully that if you didn't know the lyrics and the song you'd mistake it for some melody, "Bird goes tweet and mouse goes squeek…"

He's jumping around, hoping from one place to another, hitting notes effortlessly with such parodical expressions that you're sliding down the bench, holding your cheeks that are aching from all the laughing.

And when he goes quiet all of sudden, you squint eyes at him. He closes up to you and sings again, "But there's one sound, that no one knows......."

He hold the bottle to your mouth, urging you to continue and you're choking and bubbling out giggles when you manage to say, "What does the fox say?"

You are wrong to think this couldn't get funnier, your boyfriend couldn't get funnier. Because he's know holding the balloon and untying the thread. Next he's inhaling the gas which you're sure now that it's helium.

And that's it, that's what made you goner.

With his husky voice turning shrillest he winks at you and aggressively does the did, sings the catch part of the song.

"Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!"

You're rolling on the ground, kicking legs in the air, clutching your stomach in case it bursts open from excessive laughing.

"M-Min, please stop or I'll really combust.", your strained voice is pleading, "This is ridiculous, what are you?"

Seokmin gets the scare of his life as he takes the literal meaning of your words and stops instantly. And you regret taking a look at his expression because it's so funny that you're laying down again just to laugh.

"Are you done?", Seokmin tugs on your sleeves, "This wasn't supposed to be that funny. Why are still laughing? Do I look funny?"

You know he's sulking and teasing simultaneously so you're grabbing his face and pulling him down so that you could kiss him and gleefully he obliges.

"Idiot", you mumble against his lips once they part, "You're inhaling Helium and doing all sorts of hyping with this massive headache. It's gonna be worse."

"Anything to make you feel better.", he pecks your lips once again and says, "I'm so proud of you, Y/N. Never doubt your worth. I love you."

"And you're the best thing that happened to me. You should also be knowing how your presence itself can heal anyone around you. Love you too baby, thanks for being mine, for being with me.", You confess, honestly, feeling his face, asserting assurance.

He gets up and helps you to do so, "We'll pick up dinner from that takeaway truck on our way home."

"Fine, since it's late. I'll make you chicken soup tomorrow.", You say, "Let's go, I need to apply for leave and prepare the seperation papers as well."

"Sounds like a plan, but first let's return the bottle to aunt, her stall is still open. She must be waiting for us and also, gotta tell her to switch off the lights."

Aunt has been integral part of your journey with Seokmin. She runs a stall by the riverside and you had met her through Seokmin, the old woman is quirky, funny and an absolute lovebug. She loves you both as her own and you both reciprocate the same.

As Seokmin skips all the way ahead of you, calling your name to show random things he sees on the ground, your heart swells in your chest. You thank heavens for letting you have Seokmin to lean on.

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[uncanny-tranny]

How do you stop caring about what transphobes think? I've never encountered any kind of transphobia irl (other than the typical misgendering and occasional ignorant comment) but every time I see hateful posts online I get scared. Are they going to come after me, next?

Honestly, it comes with experience, I think. I know it's scary, you're right, and there's no reason to be ashamed of being scared.

However, if what you want is to make your online experiences positive, you have to prioritize yourself. I used to be one of those people who almost bragged about "never blocking people," and now I have a block list a mile long because the block function is a tool, not a moral indication of being a Good Internet Person. Blacklist words, block accounts, go on private accounts, unfollow people if they stop sparking joy, and your internet experience will feel less like you're walking a tightrope and more like a positive interaction.

Additionally, I really encourage anybody ymto invest in themselves outside of anything else. What I mean by that is that it is so much easier to devalue trabsphobes when you feel at peace with yourself. Whenever I find myself overwhelmed by transphobia or whatever, the first thing I do is take a step back and do what I can to remove myself from that interaction. I've picked up a ton of hobbies, for instance, that make me feel fulfilled when I engage with them. I'll pluck my bass, or read a non-fictiob book, or play a video game, or play with my cat. Evaluate what in your life makes you feel fulfilled. Experiment with them, and go to them as a way to cleanse your soul. It won't fix everything, yes, but it can help you feel as though you have control, because you do.

Honour the way you feel, anon. You don't need to feel belittled - it sucks to see so much shit. However, you don't need to keep others in mind when you're living. You weren't made to kow tow to every little request.

Basically, my advice is:

Not to entertain people who aren't interested in seeing your humanity

Find a way to fulfill yourself. This could look like a hobby, or a field of study, or anything, so long as it makes you feel fulfilled.

Don't downplay your own emotions. Let yourself be angry, upset, sad, and whatever other emotion you have. Emotions are not bad, there are no such thing as "bad emotions". Give yourself the space to express those emotions in a way that's healthiest to you

This takes time. It's okay to not be at that point where it doesn't affect you strongly. Please reach out to people - friends, family, whomever you feel safe with. Community is important, you are not an island. You aren't alone.

I'm wishing you well, anon. I hope you are treated well

[sxtvrns]

the thought of you saved me

🎶 now playing: every breath you take - the police

P: Finney Blake x Fem!Reader

S: You lost a friend to The Grabber. He lost one too. When you lose the last crush friend you have, you'll do anything to get him back, and he'll do anything to get back to you.

W: major tbp spoilers, angst, cursing, mentions of kidnapping, violence, abuse, death, fluff at the end

N: I have no idea if I can get what I have in mind on here exactly the way I want it to, and also it's been like 2 months since I last watched the movie so I apologize in advance for any inaccuracy. Marie is an OC mentioned in this fic.

please interact if you enjoy!

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Marie Laura Nattings. Robin Arellano. Victims of the nightmare that's been terrorizing your town for years.

Marie was your closest friend, and you befriended Robin when Finney came into your life for the first time. Ironically enough, Marie had a crush on the school's toughest fighter, saying he'd "defend her if she ever gets bullied" or "fight for her". And now they're both missing. They've been missing.

It was only you and Finney left. Ever since you both lost someone mutually, you began to bond. You both lost your best friends to the same guy, with the same reasons to grieve. As much as you hoped they were alive, both of you were certain they'd already moved on.

Marie went missing shortly after school started. Robin went missing a mere month and few weeks after. The Grabber's habits didn't make sense; why would he leave such a large gap between killings for the other boys and mere months between Marie and Robin?

It was never even confirmed that this was The Grabber's doing but it was obvious enough to deduce the fact that it was him. Marie would've been back by now and you know it. Robin wouldn't have gone down without a fight.

You've only known Finney for a month and a few weeks, but you spent the most time with him. Sometimes he came over to your place to work on homework together. You always sat next to each other in classes together and it was always just the two of you having lunch together.

Though as time went on, those best friend feelings grew into something more. It was odd.

The simplest things he did that you wouldn't usually freak out over, like his hand gliding over yours accidentally when going to grab your pencil sharpener made your face flushed. His baseball games and/or practices he invited you to watch, his drive and determination letting out the best in him, when he let you call him 'Finn'.

They were all just simple acts of kindness and being there for each other, but you couldn't help but view them as something more.

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"Finn?" His eyes are focused on his math work as he lets out a hum in response. "Do you still like Donna?" He stops writing, thinking of a response. "Why are you asking?" He looks up at you from his paper. "You just... it seems like you don't like her anymore. You don't stare at her when she enters the classroom, you don't tense up when she talks to you, and–"

"I guess I don't like her. Well, I don't have a crush on her anymore, at least." As much as you feel bad for her, you also feel a bit relieved. "Really?" You ask, almost too excited. "You're the one that asked. How about you? Do you like anyone?"

Shit.

You suddenly grow bashful. You didn't mean to turn the tables on you. "Oh, um... well, I can't tell you." You say, hoping he couldn't see right through you. "It's only fair enough for me to know who you like. Just say it."

"Well, um..." You start, not planning to finish.

"Finney?" Your older sister barges into your room, both you and Finney looking up at her. "Time to go. You finish all your work yet? Did Y/N help you?" Finney begins packing his bag while you let out a discreet sigh of relief. "She did, yeah. I'll finish the rest at home." You get up along with him, going down the stairs to greet him goodbye.

That was a week ago. Ever since then, he hasn't come to school.

You tried to look on the positive side of things. Maybe he just had some really bad cold that had him bedridden. Maybe he got hurt and had to stay home for a while. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized that this was very out of character for Finney.

He preferred school more than home. If anything, he'd rather be bullied than be abused or witness abuse. He wouldn't stay home that long for anything. And then the worst possible scenario came to mind. He was taken by The Grabber.

You didn't want to admit it, but you were started to think that he was taken. There was no other possible situation. You might be overreacting and just assuming the worst, but this mostly made sense. The Grabber's victims are mostly around Finney's age and they were all boys. But then again, why did he take a girl? Why did he take your best friend?

The phone rings. Your sister goes down and picks it up. "Y/N! It's for you!" She yells, making you rush down the stairs and take it from her. "Hello? Hi, yes, this is Y/N." You speak, clasping onto the receiver with both hands. "Y/N, I’ve heard that you’re quite close with Finney Blake?" The voice on the other end says. "Yes, why?"

He sighs. "We have reasons to believe that he was taken by The Grabber. Now, don't panic; we just have to ask you a few questions and..."

The voice on the other end drowns out as you start to panic. No. God, no, not again. You've lost two people already, you aren't about to lose the last person who's been with you through all this. You need to get him back.

But how? How are you going to do anything? You're just a 13 year old girl. "...if you have any leads, or any questions, call us." You stop spacing out and the voice comes back again. "Okay. Thank you." You say, trying to hide the breaks in your voice. You hang up the phone, turning to your sister. "What happened?" She asks, expressing genuine concern.

"He was taken." You mutter softly, but loud enough for her to hear you. "Oh, Y/N..." She opens her arms and you accept her hug, sobbing into her shoulder. Her hands rub up and down your back as you cry out, drag about him and your feelings through choked out sobs. She listened. Your sister didn't say a word, but you knew she was listening to you.

Her sympathy was silent.

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The phone rings.

It's been days in this dingy basement and Finney's been getting calls from dead people. From victims.

First it was Bruce, then Paperboy. Griffin and Vance followed. They all gave him advice that led to dead ends. What was the point of the code on the wall, the cable? It was all for nothing.

He was gonna die here.

He'd never get to see his sister again. He never had a proper chance to say goodbye. Goodbye to her, and goodbye to you. The thought of you crying, the thought of you in despair of losing all her friends to the same monster that keeps everyone awake at night; it only wants to make him get out sooner.

He wants to stay alive, but nothing has worked.

Finney picks up the phone, answering with a frustrated, quiet, "What?"

"Hey, Finn. What's happening?" Finney stands there, a mix of joy and sadness washing over him as he's frozen in spot. "Hey buddy, don't cry." Robin says. "I'm not." Finney wipes his face of the tears that are about to fall down his cheek. "Yes, you are. We can see you."

"We? Who's we?" Finney asks, confused. "Me and Marie. We're with you. We've been with you this whole time." Finney couldn't see it, but the ghosts of Robin and Marie are holding hands as they both stare at him. "A man never leaves a friend behind. My dad didn't leave his buddies behind when he went to 'Nan. That's why he didn't come home. And we aren't coming home either. And we aren't going to leave you behind." Robin continues.

"We'll be together again soon." Finney says. "Fuck that. You ain't gonna go like we did." Robin's grip on Marie's hand grows tighter. "I've tried everything. Nothing's worked." Finney's voice breaks as he speaks into the receiver.

"Yet."

"Robin–"

"Do you remember what I told you?" Robin asks. "That I needed to see Texas Chainsaw Massacre?" Finney half-jokes, being it the last thing he does remember. "Before that." Robin specifies. "That someday I need to stand up for myself?"

Marie watches as Finney talks into the receiver and Robin speak back to him. She saw Finney's conflict, a mix of wanting to escape and purely giving up. She wanted to say something, but the two boys kept talking and there seemed to be no way to interrupt.

"I miss you, Robin, Marie."

"Get out for us. Use what we gave you."

"I will."

"Finney?" Marie says. "Yeah?" He replies, now fully convinced that Marie was really there. "The reason The Grabber took me was because… he wanted to see if girls were as desirable as boys. But he went back to his regular male demographic and targeted Robin after killing me.” The truth scared Finney, it angered him. He felt disgusted, enraged. “When you get out… tell her I said goodbye.”

“Her?”

“Y/N.”

Y/N. The name reminds him of how he's still alive, why he's still fighting even on the verge of giving up. You and Gwen. He's fighting for you and Gwen. "I will." Finney says. He says his last goodbyes to his best friend, immediately wanting to break down after hanging up the phone. But he has to get home.

And he'll do anything to see you again.

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The phone rings again. Your mother is yelling from the kitchen for someone to pick it up. You answer the phone, Gwen's voice on the other end. "Hello?" You say, sounds of hyperventilating on the other end. "Gwen? Are you okay?" You ask, concerned. "He's home. They found him." She says. You can hear her holding back tears as much as you are.

"Oh my god..." You break into tears of joy, hands trembling on the receiver. "Do you wanna see him?" She asks. "I'm grounded. I'll see him tomorrow anyways." You sniffle, wiping the tears off your face. You both say your goodbyes, trodding up the stairs. Your sister runs into you before you can get in your room. "What's wrong?" She asks. You look up to face her, glistened with tears. "Finney's alive."

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Finney walks through the halls, people making way for him as they mutter about. His bullies even move out of the way, with the knowledge that Finney killed The Grabber. If he could kill a nightmare, who knows what he could do to those who hurt him.

Finney walks into his math class, stopping at the door when he sees you in your typical spot, writing swiftly until you make eye contact with him.

You freeze for a second before getting up from your seat, nearly tripping as you pace across the room. You engulf Finney in a hug, holding back tears. "Oh, Finney..." He hugs you back, feeling safe in your arms. "Are you crying?" You sniffle, wiping your tears away before they could fall. "No."

He laughs, something coming to mind. "Um, Marie wanted me to tell you something." He says, pulling away from the hug reluctantly. As much as you are confused, you don't question it. "She wanted me to tell you goodbye." Your head rests on his shoulder again.

He follows you to your shared desk, sitting down beside you and observing your expression. "I killed him. But you know that already." Finney says, sounding slightly guilty despite the torture he went through. "Don't feel bad. He deserved it. You're the toughest kid in school now, Finn." You nudge his shoulder. "Y/N, I talked to them. I talked to all the kids; Bruce, Griffin, Vance, Robin–"

"Finney?" You say, interrupting his rambling. "I never gave up on you. I prayed with Gwen every single day that you would come home and now," you're able to grab his hand without getting flustered, "now you're here. That's all that matters right now." Finney chuckles. "You wanna know something cheesy?" He returns the gesture, holding your hand. "What?"

"I thought of you every day down there." In a split second, your face was burning hot. "I thought of how happy you made me and how much I'd hate to see you cry if I didn't make it out of there." You nearly freaked out on the spot. "What about your sister?" You ask. "I thought of her, too. I thought of both of you."

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"So then the phone rings for the last time, and this time Robin is talking to me and..."

Finney rambles about what he had to go through down in the basement, and how the disconnected cellphone began to ring with the voices of previous victims making him do things that contributed to The Grabber's death.

"He was with Marie, and then she told me to say goodbye for you, then The Grabber came down and I... I killed him. I snapped his neck with the phone cord and then I got out and Gwen was running to me and..." He looks like he's about to cry again. "You're a brave kid, Finn. Y'know, some people could've been stupid enough to have mercy on the guy and not kill him."

"What? No way, anyone could've killed him." You both stop at his door, Finney getting his keys from his bag. "Some people are stupid enough to forgive those who don't deserve it." You say. The door unlocks, Finney quietly opening it and dragging his bag inside. "Finn?" You say, his head perking up.

Come on, you idiot, just do it. Don't just stand there and waste his time.

You go up on your tip toes and leave a small kiss on his forehead before almost tripping down his doorsteps. "Bye! See you tomorrow!" You say, almost revealing the panic in your voice. "Yeah, bye..." He mutters, shutting the door.

His fingers touch the spot where you kissed him, feeling as if he was graced by an angel. A majestic angel who truly felt the same way about him the same he did for you.

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every breath you take, and every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take, i’ll be watching you. 🎧