#when the makeup doesn't match the rest of your face it just stands out.

[neverendingford]

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[phoward89]

Based on this ask

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. Coryo x Big Booty!Reader, Smut, p in v, creampie, cussing, breeding kink, Dom!Coriolanus

Coriolanus Snow has classic tastes when it comes to his life. He has a sophisticated image, so of course he wears gold rings on his hands; never silver. Full Windsor knots in his satin ties, custom 3-piece suits made with only the finest material, and fine dress shirts that have to be starched. He wears cufflinks and all of his shoes are floor shines with 3 or 4 inch heels (because Coriolanus' 6ft frame needs to be even more intimidating so he can tower over everyone that's beneath him). His taste in food is classic, but upscale as well.

And when it comes to women, well, his taste is classic when it comes to that as well. T&A does it for him.

Coriolanus Snow’s a tits and ass man. The bigger the better too. And when he started dating you, well his classic tastes were definitely filled.

You're, in his opinion, the whole package. To Coriolanus, you're so beautiful both inside and out. You have a personality that just pulls him in. You keep him engaged and on his toes with conversations. But your physical appearance is what attracted him to you in the first place. Your curves make his mouth water. Nice tits and a nice big ass, just what he likes.

And your big booty is something that he loves. Seriously, Coriolanus can't get enough of it. And watching you sitting at your vanity in nothing but a white bra and panty set, hair up in rollers while doing your makeup for the dinner he's taking you tonight as his plus one makes him grin. Your white lace edged panties cling to your big booty just right and the way your plump ass sits on your vanity bench has Coriolanus mentally swearing to have you fuck him in his favorite position tonight when you get home from the dinner the University’s hosting for the Political Science majors of the Senior Class of 14 ADD (After Dark Days).

“Are you wearing the pearl jewelry set I got you for your birthday, Peaches?” Coriolanus asks you, buttoning up his crisp white dress shirt as he stands by his dresser- which has jewelry box open with his various cuff links (including pearl ones) and his chunky gold rings in it.

“Yes, Coryo.” You nod. Lightly dabbing your blending sponge on your face, you tell your boyfriend, “I’m wearing them; thought they'd look nice with my dress.”

Your dress is a strappy white gown that's form fitting. A dress that's hanging up on the door of your side of the walkin closet.

“I thought they'd pair nicely with your dress as well, my darling.” Coriolanus remarks while grabbing his pearl cuff links from his jewelry box and putting them on. “How much longer til you're ready, Y/N?” Your boyfriend asks, walking into thw walkin closet to grab and put on his dark maroon and white stripe vest and its matching dark maroon dinner jacket.

“Not long; maybe 15-20 minutes.” You assure him as he finishes getting dressed.

Coriolanus loves how sweet your booty looks with your clothes hugging it just right. He's always smacking it or grabbing it- a result of loving that big booty of yours. Whether it's in the privacy of his penthouse, that he moved you into, or out in public. He doesn't care, he just wants to feel your perfectly peachy ass in his hands.

But when he grabs your ass in public it's sometimes embarrassing.

Like tonight, his large hand keeps sliding south off of the small of your back to rest right on your plump ass. An ass that he loves, that he thinks looks perfect in the white dress you're wearing tonight for the formal dinner he's attending with you as his plus one. But it's not appropriate in the pre-dinner party cocktail setting, so you have to keep dragging his hand up and off your ass.

Despite standing around and talking to various people (high ranking people might you add since everyone at this dinner whether they're a professor, student, or plus one is a somebody in Capitolite high society- your own boyfriend included) Coriolanus has no shame and keeps grabbing your ass. It's very annoying. You even give him a slight side-eyed look, silently telling him to stop it. But your boyfriend has not shame; Coriolanus just gives you a loving smirk only to slide his hand back down to grab your ass again.

“You're gonna be my good lil cowgirl tonight, Peaches.” Coriolanus whispers into your ear, his baritone dark and lustful, while giving your butt a light squeeze as his friend Festus Creed along with his longtime girlfriend Persephone Price head their way over to you and your future political star boyfriend.

And you knew what he meant by his remark. He wanted you to fuck him in reverse cowgirl tonight so he can oogle and smack your ass. Oh, how his whispered promise of the night’s future events had your panties dampening.

Damn him.

Now you're stuck with wet panties all throughout tonight's long drawn out dinner. That bastard. Coryo always knows how to get to you.

And he knows the longer you're stuck in wet panties for the more desperate you'll be to fuck yourself on his cock once you get out of those panties.

What Coriolanus loves more then anything in the world is to stare at your plump, perfect ass while you ride him reverse cowgirl when you're fucking. Yep, he loves to watch your ass jiggle as you take him deep while bouncing quickly on his cock. It's one of his favorite positions for you to fuck in.

“Fuck. Your ass is so fine, Peaches.” Coryo groans as you quickly ride him, pushing your body quickly up and down while facing the foot of the bed. You're gripping his thighs in your hands, your nails digging into the skin of his sinewy muscles, as your knees frame his hip bones. “Yea, that's it baby girl, make that big ass jiggle for your man.” The platinum blonde orders, his deep baritone thick and husky, as his icy eyes are glued to your large, sweet ass cheeks as they bounce up and down as your tight cunt quickly takes his large cock in and out, in and out at a pleasurable pace.

Looking over your shoulder at your disheveled boyfriend, you give him a sultry smile. “You never get tired of watching my big booty as I ride you, huh?”

“Oh, Peaches, I told you when we first got together that I'm a tits and ass man; that the bigger the better.” Your boyfriend smirks. Reaching a hand forward, he grabs your ass and groans, “Your ass is perfect and it's all mine.” Giving your ass a hard smack, that echoed throughout the room and mingled with the led wet sound of your pussy fucking Coryo's cock, the platinum blonde orders, “Tell me your ass belongs to me, Y/N. Say it, Peaches, or you're not cumming tonight.”

And you know he means it. If you don't tell your possessive and obsessive boyfriend what he wants to hear that he'll take over, fuck you til he cums, and will leave you high and dry. He's done it before early on on your relationship when you played stubborn and didn't summit to him. But you learned your lesson; now you summit even if you don't want to.

It's all just dirty bedroom talk, right?

Coryo doesn't actually think that your ass belongs to him, does he?

No.

No, he can't.

He can't be that possessive and obsessive towards you, can he?

No, it's just bedroom talk. Dirty talk that gets him off.

“My ass belongs to you and only you, Coryo.” You tell your boyfriend in a high pitch mewl as the tip of his cock bruises your cervix; sending shockwaves of pleasure up and down your spine.

“Goddamnit, I love your ass.” Coriolanus confesses, his tone tight and husky. Smacking your ass again, he orders, “Go on, fuck yourself fast and hard on my cock til we cum.”

Coryo didn't have to tell you twice.

You use the grip on his thighs as leverage, helping your upper body control your faster than lighting movements. Quickly, you impale yourself on your boyfriend's large cock- letting out whines and whimpers every time your special spongy spot deep inside of you gets hit just right by the large cock that's stretching your cunt open wide. Sweat rolls down your brow as mewls of pleasure escape your lips. With every move you make your pussy clenches; pushing you closer to your orgasm.

Coriolanus is loudly groaning out, “Fuck, baby.”, while watching your ass bounce up and down just right. His baby blues are blown black by lust and they're transfixed on your ass jiggling quickly. “Fuck, Peaches, I'm gonna cum soon.” Your boyfriend forewarns you of his upcoming orgasm. Grabbing your ass cheeks in each of his large hands, he uses his strength to slam you up and down his twitching cock at a punishing force.

“Coryo…I'm gonna cum.” You moan, nearly toppling over from the brute force of your boyfriend moving you to fuck his cock as if you're nothing more then his personal fuckdoll. The only reason you're not face first between your boyfriends spread eagle legs is because of the tight hold you have around his thighs- nails digging in so deeply that crimson’s trickling down the pale skin.

“Go on and cum, Peaches.” Coryo orders before groaning, “Cum so I can fill ya up with my seed; knock ya up.”

His husky words sends a jolt right to your aching cunt and suddenly you're cumming with a loud moan that's only one word: Coryo.

Coriolanus doesn't let you ride out your high gracefully. No. I stead, he slams you down even harder on his cock. His cum heavy balls begin to tighten up as he tells you, “You're gonna look so beautiful knocked up with my heir. Can't wait to see your tits and ass grow along with your belly swelling with our child.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your boyfriend curses before shooting a thick rope of his hot seed into your womb. Your name falls from his lips as he cums.

He pushes you forward, causes your butt to jiggle in his hands. Coryo smiles, his eyes shining with lazy lust, as he watches his cum slowly leak from your clenching, tight, abused hole like perfect pearls. Pulling you up to lay next to him, Coriolanus adjusts the two of you to cuddle so that his head rests on your tits while his hand holds your ass.

The two things on you that he absolutely loves; that attracted him to ask you out- causing him to fall obsessively, possessively, and madly in love with you.

Your tits and ass.

But if you ask him what he prefers on you, Coryo will honestly answer that he loves your large ass. Without a doubt, it's your big booty that really does it for him.

After all, he did give you the nickname Peaches because of his undying love for that big booty of yours. An ass that he thinks is the sweetest peach in all of Panem.

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[skyahri]

Remember Part One |SatoSugu X Reader| HC

Part Two

Summary: You get a second chance to save him, but for right now you can only enjoy the fact that he's still here.

Warnings: Implied poly??? Idk I don't say anything specific. Vomiting, blood, Canon related warnings. Angst bc im sad.

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Your eyes flew open. You could barely breathe, your lungs still stinging from the char of imaginary burns. You desperately drag your hands across your face and body, searching for something, anything wrong, not quite processing what was going on.

You sprung up from your bed, immediately thanking your muscle memory as it guided you through your dorm room. You shoved your way into the bathroom and just barely made it to the toilet before emptying the contents of your stomach.

Tears pricked your eyes. You had no idea what was going on. You could only assume that you had another prophetic dream, but had no idea when it had started. Had it been days or weeks? Hell, had it been months even??

You remember the pain of being burned alive by Jogo in Shibuya Station. You remember dying, the feeling of your lungs giving out and your heart stopping.

Yet here you were, alive and relatively well back in your dorm room God knows when. The unchanging state of Jujutsu High was not helping you determine just how much time had passed.

What did, however, was Suguro Geto standing in the doorway. He was saying something you couldn't hear and your foggy mind couldn't process the lack of stitches on his head, but that didn't stop you from screaming.

Was this your Suguru? The boy who held doors open for you and dragged Satoru away after one too many flirty remarks. Could this man already be leading the Star Religious group? Or worse, be reduced to a corpse in his Kenjaku era?

There's no way you could possibly tell in such a hazy state of mind. Your gift had drained you to zero, leaving you absolutely defenseless against what could very well be a tyrant.

Lucky for you, you're within ear shot of a handful of other sorcerers who woke up the second they heard a scream. They were filing into your room within the minute, confused at the commotion, or lack there of.

Satoru had pushed his way past Suguru and bent down next to you, grabbing your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you continued to retch.

He's leaning in next to your ear, whispering, begging for you to calm down enough to tell him what's going on. You can barely hear him over the sound of your uncontrollable crying, the sobbing and shaking caused by panic making everything a hundred times worse.

Satoru is motioning for someone to hand him a rag to clean your face, which Suguru does without hesitation. When he enters your peripheral vision, you can practically feel the hairs on your neck stand up. You push your way past Gojo, who had just barely managed to wipe your mouth, trying to climb behind him, pleading that he doesn't come anywhere near you.

You can't see the hurt look on Geto's face. He has no idea what's going on, all he knows is he's somehow causing whatever it is that's happening to occur.

You don't hear Gojo shoo everyone away, apologizing for waking them up in the middle of the night and assuring them that he has it handled.

He rests against the wall and twists you around so you can sit comfortably in his lap. He holds you tight against his chest, it's almost suffocating, but you can feel the pressure slowly melting the anxiety away.

The fog that once clouded your brain is retreating, allowing you to take in your environment more clearly. There's makeup and skin care products scattered on the counters. You can make out enough of your bedroom to see the dozens of Polaroids pinned to your walls.

You eyes finally focus on a more defining feature that better cements your whereabouts. Your nails are painted pink and Satoru's an icy blue, something you haven't seen since your teenage years before Geto defected. You remember finally convincing Satoru to match with you and Suguru, tempting him with an iconic color that you knew he couldn't turn down.

"What's today?"

"February 21st, 2006."

You hum in response.

"Were you dreamin' again?"

You don't answer. You're too focused on how much time has passed. Twelve years gone in an instant. That's nearly half your life, nearly all your memories, and they were all fake. But now you had the opportunity of a lifetime. An opportunity to save all the people you've lost and protect your future.

You're thankful for Satoru in this moment. He isn't always the most socially aware, often times he actually makes things ten times worse, but right now he was just what you needed.

You take in just how warm he is, how he's managed to keep his hands from touching you inappropriately for so long. He's wearing that stupid pair of Hello Kitty boxers that 'convienently came with a matching bra and panty' and 'would hate for them to go to waste.' You scolded him for getting the sizing correct, knowing he had to have gone snooping for answers.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No."

You had good friends, ones that trusted you without a second thought. They know the deal. Things are going to happen and sometimes that requires interference or being intentionally kept in the dark to avoid them. It was both a blessing and a curse- being given the gift of future sight yet being forced to hold the weight of the world in your hands.

You stand up, forcing Gojo to release his tight grip on you. He expects you to get in bed, but instead, you walk right past the door of your room and right across the hall into Suguru's. You don't knock, opting to just head straight in and crawl across him to lay down.

Suguru is confused. An hour ago, you were completely terrified of him, and now here you are, staring at him like he was the most important person in your life.

You reach forward and trace your fingers across his face; his nose, his lips, and eventually his bare forehead. You run your fingers through his hair; disheveled but clean. You pick up his right hand and set it on your face to savor the heat of it. He doesn't hesitate to rub his thumb back and forth across your cheek reassuringly. What he's supposed to reassure you about, he doesn't know, but he can tell you need it.

"You're oddly affectionate tonight."

"I missed you."

"I saw you yesterday."

You shake your head. You want to respond, to tell him you've dreamt of this opportunity for over a decade, that you haven't seen him alive in a year, and sane in nearly twelve.

But all you can do is cry. You lace your fingers with the ones on your face and let him pull you closer. His chest is broad and he smells like cologne, just like how you remembered.

The last time you saw him, he was sickly pale and missing an arm, just moments away from death. He smelled like blood and didn't even have the energy to stand. This view of Geto was much more pleasant than anything you had seen recently.

He has no idea what's going on, but can see it's obviously a lot. He wonders what you could have seen, how long you could have possibly lived. He wonders if someone died, if he died.

He's not sure how long it goes on before you're passed out, your grip on him relaxing ever so slightly, but he doesn't dare let go.

Gojo makes his way into the room from his waiting place outside. He stuck around on the off chance things got out of hand and he needed to intervene.

"How's our girl doing?"

"I have no idea."

"That's unlike you."

Suguru isn't sure how to respond. The vibe in his room is definitely more relaxed, but it's far from peaceful. All he can do right now is anchor you down to earth and hope whatever it is you saw can be fixed.

Fortunately, Satoru is a brave man. He clumsily makes his way onto the other side of you and flops down. You don't even flinch at the roughness of his actions.

"What are you-"

"Sleeping here with you guys, duh."

"Can't you read the room?"

"Nope."

[heizouz]

nsfw sub!lyney + implied amab!reader, no pronouns used but reader has a dick, rlly messy and needy, lyney is called a whore twice

i saw this in a vision and just started writing and didn't stop.. it's kinda long.. havent proof read idk if i even want to reread it. a bit crazier than my usual stuff (it's not) + the ending fuckin sucks bc i had no ideas. n e way love u guys and cockwhore lyney

there's something about stupidly needy, stupidly flirty lyney that drives me absolutely crazy.

lyney getting ready for a performance, most of his outfit put together other than his cape that's usually draped around his shoulder still hanging up behind the door. his hair is perfectly done, braid tight and the light pink streaks freshly dyed to accent his outfit colours. his hat is somewhere, but you can't see it from where you're standing by the door.

lyney’s bent over the vanity table, elbows resting on the wood while he holds his eyeliner up to his eyes, drawing a little dark wing on his right eye to match his left. from where you are, you've got a perfect view of how he perfects his makeup through the mirror, how he tilts his head to the side to make sure it's symmetrical to the other side, how he arches his back slightly to get closer to the mirror, how he pushes his ass out and sways his hips when he knows your eyes are raking over his entire body. he's teasing you without words, ever so slightly casting his eyes over to you through the mirror when he presses his chest against the vanity desk and lets out a quiet moan which could be passed off as him stretching but you know from the way the edges of his lips tilt upwards that he's doing it entirely on purpose.

you cross your arms, body weight leaning against the door frame of the wide open door to his dressing room and just watch as he continues to show himself off to you with flirty little smiles and obscenely stupid moans every time he presents his ass out in his stupidly tight shorts. anyone walking past the dressing room could look in and suspect nothing but the magician applying his makeup for his upcoming performance yet there was something so explicit in the way lyney moved his hips in front of you that anyone peeking in would think it was a pornographic display.

lyney squeezes his thighs together when he meets your eyes in the mirror and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth in a cheeky grin, going back to still trying to perfect his eyeliner. he doesn't pay any attention to you now, focused on getting his makeup’s angle right and flaunting his pretty body to you to.

so he doesn't notice when you pull yourself off the door, quietly closing it behind you and crossing through the room to where he's entirely bent over the desk. when he sees you through the mirror though, his eyes seem to light up and he immediately pushes his ass back to meet your hips when you stop to stand behind him.

you raise an eyebrow slightly, but your hands drop to his hips, fingers pressing into the material of his clothes and you lean over his back a little, forcing him to stay pressed against the vanity.

“you enjoying yourself?” you ask, voice deep as you push your hips hard against his ass, watching the way lyney struggles to hold the eyeliner against his skin when he moans quietly and immediately sway his hips back to seek the feeling he's been needing.

the magician hums, eyes fluttering closed, pulling his eyeliner away from his face so he doesn't fuck up his makeup as your hands press his hips down against the wood of his desk, moving to kneeding his ass despite the shorts that hardly cover anything anyway. “i am now.” lyney breathlessly says, hand curling into a fist at the friction of his clothes and the desk against his aching cock. you can't help but smirk a little, pressing your lips across his shoulder and whispering a small “yeah?” in his ear that he nods so obediently to.

“you're gonna be late to your performance if you keep this up.” you mumble, moaning under your breath when lyney forces his hips back against you harshly. the magician smiles at you, blinking at you through the mirror even though you're focused on the way he's moving his ass against you so needily.

“not if we're quick.”

it’s your turn to hum now and you grab the eyeliner from his hand - lyney whines in response, eyes glaring at you through the mirror - and put it somewhere on the desk before grabbing lyney's hips and spinning him around. the boy gasps, hands gripping the edge of the vanity for support until you force him to the floor. lyney just accepts it, bracing himself on his knees in front of you, almost hitting his head on the desk from the speed.

your fingers hit the bottom of his chin, tilting his head up to look at you and he does, eyes big and needy, that stupid flirty grin tugging at his lips. “don't wanna ruin your outfit, baby,” you faux pout, fingers dancing across his jaw and cheek before your thumb lands on his bottom lip, “so put your pretty mouth to good use, yeah?”

lyney is almost immediate with his ministrations. his hands go to your belt, tugging at the buckle as you press your fingers against his lips for him to open. he does, parting his lips for you to slip your fingers in and he moans around them, eyes glancing up all pretty with his performance makeup on. he takes your fingers in his mouth so nicely, wetting them for no reason other than to please you until he gets your pants down and his lips around your cock.

he presses desperate kisses along your cock once he's freed it, working his way up to the tip and wrapping his pretty lips around you while his hands curl around the rest. you moan quietly, so badly wanting to grab his hair and force his head down to take all of you but you're wary that he has to be out on stage soon and you can't risk explaining to the hair and makeup department what happened. so you settle with brushing your thumb over his cheek as lyney giggles and whines as he kisses the tip of your cock again.

“such a pretty eager whore today.” you sigh, grabbing lyney's jaw to urge him to take your cock, which he does with ease, lips parting to take you almost fully and you can feel the whimper he let out at the name around your cock. “bet you'd take anyone's cock if they'd walked in on you bent over like that, wouldn't you?”

you're teasing, trying to rile him up fully knowing he's not anything but your baby. it works though, and lyney whines around your cock, the vibrations punching a groan from your throat and he pulls off to glare up at you. “wouldn't.” he says, stroking the length of your cock as his lips press against the underside where he knows you're sensitive. you grin a little, moaning through a smile and lyney drags his tongue up the length of your cock, eyes blinking prettily up at you to flirt despite your cock in his mouth. he looks so perfect like this, on his knees in front of you, makeup glittery and pink, eyes bright and glassy, lips parted around you, so eager to please even though he's on timetable.

he takes you so well, one hand stroking whatever he can't fit in his mouth and the other grabbing your shirt to ground himself. he's being careful though, not showing off and you narrow your eyes a little. your hand finds the back of his head, careful not to mess with his hair and you press him forward to take your cock further. lyney whimpers, both hands grabbing the backs of your thighs and eyes widely looking up at you. he takes it though, letting his lips stretch around the length of your cock until he can't anymore and his pretty violet eyes start to glass over with tears.

“that's it, good boy.” you groan, head falling back slightly at the warmth of his mouth. lyney tries to blink back his tears, not wanting to smudge his eyeliner but he's so needy and your cock is filling his mouth so well that it's making it difficult. you finally let go though, and lyney pulls off of you with a gasp, instantly whining and going to stroke your cock like a good boy. the magician rubs his thighs together, pressing his lips needily over your cock and when you glance back down at him he immediately goes to take you again.

you moan, catching the way the boy is pressing his thighs together so desperate for friction. so you gently part his legs with your foot and lightly press your shoe against his aching cock over his shorts. lyney cries around your cock, immediately bucking against your shoe and fingers curling into the material of your shirt. his eyes fill with tears once again from the pleasure he needed, making sure to eagerly bob his head along your cock as a thank you.

he knew you wouldn't let him cum since he had to be on stage in probably ten minutes from now, but he was grateful nonetheless for some sort of relief. lyney closes his eyes to force back his tears when your shoe presses against the tip of his cock through his shorts, loud moans bleeding from around your cock. you're close now, and you let lyney know with a hand on the back of his head and cursing out.

“f-fuck, gonna cum baby,” you're breathless, eyes dropping to see lyney crack his eyes open to watch you, “as much as i want to see your pretty face covered, can’t today.”

lyney's eyes plead, small whine ripping from his throat with a frown, pulling off to suck the head of your cock and you jolt a little, stomach coiling. “g-god, baby open your mouth.” you grab your cock once lyney rips himself off, obeying and lips parting at your command. he sits like a good boy when you stroke yourself to release, eyes glimmering with need as you cum on his tongue, lips closing around you gently to help you through. you let out a mantra of moans as you come down, letting lyney lick and mouth up your length, making a mess all over your cock, not caring about the cum and saliva dripping from your cock and his pretty lips.

you pull him off of you, thumb going to clean the mess off his face and press into his mouth which lyney just takes with need, moaning around your thumb.

“pretty whore.”

lyney giggles, pressing a kiss against your cock to tease when you drop your thumb from his mouth. if it weren't for the growing noise of people from the hallway outside, you're sure lyney would've skipped his performance to stay on his knees all night for you.

[slickchickchocolatier]

"Turn Around..."

One shot fic. (Not relating to any of the established series.) This is a bit different from what I normally draft up, kind of like the Robin Hood one shot, which is also a non-yandere fic like this one. Pls enjoy.

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Warnings: Unprotected smut, breakup, lovers reunited, makeup sex, rough sex, a little bit of angst, taken for granted, apologetic make lead, regretful male lead, and drama. "Dont know what you got till it's gone" type vibe. not proofread but figured i'd get this out to keep yall busy until i get the next chapter of TO out 😉

Summary: You and Heeseung had a break up, despite all that has happened, you find out that you weren't the only one hurting.

“Hey.” he stands calmly at the door. You avoid making eye contact, too nervous and shy on what to say. A bit of a ridiculous notion considering you knew the man very well, dated for quite some time in fact, yet the lack of his efforts drove you to the point where you had to kill off the relationship, for our own happiness. The only issue was, that you’re not sure if you’re any happier now than you were when dating him. Nodding, you respond back with a soft “hey…” 

Walking in, his initiative causes you to walk back. He lets himself in and gently shuts the door behind, never breaking his sight away from you. You kept shifting your sight from one area on the floor, to another. He continues to take his steps forward, and you keep taking them back. Soon, he has you pinned against the wall. Palming the wall, one hand off to each side, he traps you in his arms and leans in, wanting to get closer. You dip down and swoop under his arm to get away freely into the open space, walking over to the living room, much to his grimace dismay. 

Sitting on one end of the couch, you cross your legs and prop your hands up to rest your chin. Intent on avoiding eye contact, you look away and kept your face in the opposite direction. He walks over calmly and sits next to you. 

“Y/n….”

“Heeseung stop. Could you please just get your things and go? I’m not in the mood to talk.” you snap, rubbing your temples as you adjust your body to shift up and away, standing before the tall window, waiting for him to move along and to get out. But he doesn't. 

Looking up from where you were just sitting, he remains on the couch wide eyed and slightly appalled. Sure, he went along with the break up, even dabbled and went on some dates even though you both had just broken up merely two weeks ago. However, it didn’t mean that he wasn’t hurting either. He only went and saw other girls just to try and take his mind off of you, but how are you supposed to know? He left you no choice, you didn’t ever see your relationship coming to an end. You worked and tried to get through to him, but he never listened, so then you were left with no choice but to break things off, yet you couldn’t help but feel stabbed when his nonchalant attitude and response to your initiation was given, almost too easily, as if he was thinking about breaking up himself. 

Seeing you standing in that silk camisole dress, lazily covered with the matching satin short robe over it, had him feeling some type of way. How long has it been since he saw you like this? No makeup, hair laying freely and barely dressed. You looked so beautiful, stunning in fact, and yet your body language and attitude made you achievable for him to grab hold on. Did he really lose you for good?

“Y/N…” he tries once more, keeping a respectable distance away, so as to not add any fuel to the fire. “Can’t we just talk?”

That did it for you. NOW, he wants to talk? Now? After seeing a handful of girls, pretending like you no longer mattered after you presented him with the words “I’m not sure if this is working out…I wished you would just be more considerate, yet you just always put me off to the side. Maybe we should consider a brea–” 

Remember the tone he had in his voice, he cut you off and finished your sentence, almost as if he was eager and looking forward to the word…as if he was taking your initiation as an opportunity to end everything without having to do the dirty work himself. “Break? Yeah sure, I think that would be good for us.” he told you. Never once trying to figure out the meaning behind your initiative, nor did he ever try to fight for you. But now, it seems he had a change of heart, but you weren’t wanting to hear any of it. Not after having a string of girls by his side the last few nights. What were you? A rebound? Were you just a safety net since it didn’t work out with those girls? What is this? 

Turning away, you snapped in a harsh tone. “No!”

“What?” His voice was a little more firm, and he seemed a bit irritated by your attitude. 

“I said no. I don't want to talk.” 

“Why are you–” he pauses. “Y/n…you act like you’re the only one that is affected by all this. You’re not. I’m struggling too, you know.” 

“Yeah, I can tell. You’re hurting so much, how many girls did you seek out for comfort? Five? We’ve only broken up two weeks ago and you never once wanted to talk, until now.” 

Standing from his seat, he grew offended by your words and replaced his soft and gentle gaze with a more stern and harsh one. Walking over to you, he nearly traps you in as he breaches your personal space and begins to walk you back to the wall, again. 

“What? You think those girls meant something? Seriously?”

“Are you kidding me? Don’t pretend you’re hurting, you nearly jumped for joy when I brought up the idea of taking a break. You think I don’t know? Get over yourself Heeseung!” Turning sharply, you try to get away from him, but his movements are quick and he restricts your fleeing attempts by hugging you from behind. You struggle and try to break free, yet the moment he pushes forward with you grasped in his arms, shoving you up against the wall chest first and his chin resting on your shoulder, burying his face in your neck, you begin to falter, but mentally maintain your resistance. Taming you, he senses your physical strength decreasing front he struggles, and continues to push you in, resting you on the flat surface as he closes the distance between your backside and his chest. Stroking his thumb, he caresses your waist as he hugs tightly. With small brush strokes of his lip, he softly pecks on the soft area of your neckline. 

“Stop…” You whimper out, trying to ignore the beautiful sensation of how his lips felt gently kissing, and sucking on your skin. “Stop…please….get away…”

“You really want me to get away?” he mumbles, with a mouth full of your delicate skin in his mouth. “Then say it. Tell me in all sincerity that you want me to stop and I’ll leave.” 

With your arms pinned to your body by his embrace, you reach up and lean your palms against the wall, pressing your body against his. You tilt your head back, resting it against his shoulder, you didn’t want him to stop, nor did you want him to leave. But you had to be strong, for the sake of mending your broken heart. So, with a shaky breath, you whined out. 

“Get away…” you nearly whispered, your hair draping over your face and your robe coming undone, bearing the nakedness of your shoulders and cleavage. “Just…get away…”

A slight pause was present, before he leans in and resumes his efforts as he takes in a mouthful of your soft skin, just below your ear, this time he was less gentle and more rough in his manners. 

“I said no….” you whimpered. His arms tightened around your arms and waist, and he slightly lifts you before shoving you further up against the wall, pressing your cheek to rest against the surface before whispering in your ear…

“I don't believe you.” 

Shooting his hand around, he lifts the hem of your camisole up and fingers his way through panties. He called you out on your bluff and you didn’t seem to mind, because now you get to show how much you missed him, that you didn’t want to leave. You get to show him that you were hurting, and that he left you without any options or hope to continue forward, that you were just at the lowest part of your life. He knew it too. He wasn’t being his best self with you, in fact he was selfish and led you with so many false promises, it’s no wonder you proposed a break up. It didn’t hit him until you started to usher out those words, but before you could finish, he beat you to the punch, all because he saved himself from the heartbreak of hearing you say it, so he had to say it first. Figuring he would save himself by hurting you, then to be hurt directly, he found that it was all for nothing. Right after walking away and leaving you to go on your own, a sharp pain hits him inside, and he immediately regrets it. He regretted going with the flow, and letting you go so easily. Fact is, he turned around, wanting to run back after you, but seeing your backside facing him, walking in the opposite direction without so much as a glance back over to him, compelled him to look the other way and to move forward, after all, it seemed you had no trouble doing just that. 

Taking your hand, he intertwined his fingers with your own, his kisses became more passionate and his embrace became tighter as his hands roamed. God he missed you. He missed how your body felt against his, and how your skin tasted. He missed how you sounded when he kissed that one little spot on your neck, and how your body shakes when he touches you. He missed you too much. 

“Tell me you don’t want me to leave this time….tell me we belong…tell me…so I can do what I’ve really been wanting to do for the last two weeks…with the one woman I’ve been wanting. Tell me baby…”

Softly sobbing, you whimpered and gasped out, immediately trying to catch your breath as you cried out your words. 

“I never wanted it to end in the first place…” 

Peeling his head back, he stood slightly shocked at your words. Before he could ask questions, you finally let it all out. It was long overdue, and the most painful sense of release you ever felt. 

“Why couldn’t you just have turned around?....I stood…watching you walk away. I mentally begged for you to turn around and come back…but you just kept moving on…you left me crying….and I just had no choice but to finally do the same….you didn’t come back. What was I supposed to do? Stand and wait in that spot forever? And those girls?....I just knew…you didn’t care….” 

Your words hit deep and cut a wound that may never heal. He had no idea that you waited. He did turn back but he was too late…probably by mere seconds. The image he recalls of you walking away, was imagined with you displaying a calm and tranquil look on your face. Now, he understands that you made your way back home in tears that night, and longed for him to come back to you. 

He gulps. In a single brief moment, your entire relationship flashes before his eyes, and he realizes that not only did he not give you his best during, but he didn’t give it to you after. Yeah, he tried to get his mind off you by going on dates, but how were you supposed to know that? He started to think how his behavior must have looked to you…how hurtful it must have been to hear about his rendezvous while you were sitting here longing for him to come back. But what killed him in all of this was that, had he just been less attentive towards his friends and set his priorities straight, none of this would have happened. How many times did he come home and skip eating the dinner you prepared, all because he decided to eat with the guys after work. Or whenever you asked to spend time with him, and he promised you he would have another day, one where he didn’t have plans, yet that day never came. How many times did he wake up, shower, and quickly breezed through the kitchen and sees that you prepared breakfast for him, yet instead of sitting and eating with you, thanking you for taking the time to feed him, he picks bits and pieces off his plate and heads out while jutting out the words “see ya!” and quickly leaves so he could be the first in line at the coffee shop…that coffee shop…the coffee shop you loved yet he never took you with. He knew your favorite order yet never brought you back anything. He was always so focused in grabbing his drink and heading to work, where he could spend nearly the entire day chilling out with the guys doing what they love, spending a great deal of overtime, before finally calling it a night. How many times did he have the opportunity to come back home, especially after seeing all his friends dipping out to go back to their loved ones that were waiting for them…and yet he stayed back, opting to hit up buddies who were single and could spare the time, instead of coming back home to you. How many times did he come back home so late at night, finding you already asleep. How many times did he crawl into bed with you, and instead of hugging you and kissing you, he turns the opposite direction and falls asleep, leaving you to not only feel lonesome during the day when you’re awake, but at night when you’re asleep too. Just how many times…did he take you for granted? 

He didn’t have any words. He felt hurt…he felt a great deal of pain, and it was nothing that you did, you were great…you were perfect in fact. The one that hurt him was himself.

Remaining silent, he leans back into your neck. Shoving his lips against your ear, feeling the shrug of your shoulders as the oversensitive sensation of feeling his lips pressed against you was immense and triggered potent arousal. Whispering, he merely tells you “I’m sorry…” 

His soft whisper made you cry even more. Feeling you shake as you sobbed harder, he holds on tightly and kisses you on that soft spot again…and again….and again. Until your sobs turned into moans. Sucking on your neck, he reaches up and grabs onto your throat, gently but firmly holding on as he pulls your hips back. His free arm hugs your waist and tugs onto you, while his grab around your neck keeps your face and chest close to the wall. Pressing his groin against your derriere, he takes in a large whiff of your scent, that subtly sweet perfume that he liked so much…he missed it. The one thing he grew complacent in taking in daily, yet the moment he thought he lost it forever, he realized it was the most beloved scent produced in this world. The feel of your touch, your skin, hair, and your soft lips, was something he didn’t realize how much he loved. It had been longer than two weeks since he last felt you, growing too comfortable and spending more time away from you throughout the course of your relationship, it had been a while since you both were last intimate. It wasn’t that he didn’t love you or cared, he just didn't have his priorities straight. He just always thought that no matter what, you were always going to be around for whenever he needed or wanted you. But when was that? When did he express how much he needed or wanted you? When did he last make you feel appreciated and desired? More importantly, when was the last time he made himself available to you? Knowing that you wanted and needed him, yet he never was there for you. 

“God…I’m such a fucking idiot…” he hums out with a mouthful of your skin sucked in to his mouth. Lifting you once more, he flings you over and softly lands you on the couch, laying atop your backside as you rest on your stomach and chest. “He–Heeseung…”

“Why was I so fucking blind…” his words gasped out in a near whisper, it was gentle and calm, yet the manner of his physical touch was the exact opposite. Nearly ripping off your dress, the straps snap loose as he roughly pulls it down, and tears your panties off. Hanging by the bits of thread and pieces of fabric, it loosely hangs on your thigh while he smooths his hands over the softness of your smooth skin, grabbing onto your cheeks firmly as he squeezes your derriere. 

“Why did I not see what was in front of me?” Leaning forward, he places his lips on your back shoulder, and sucks on various regions. Firmly holding onto your waist, he fishes out his stiff member and rides it in between your cheeks, squeezing it to nestle in between as he strokes it up and down. “How could I not see that I had the best thing that’s ever happened to me?” Taking a hold on the back of your neck, he slowly feeds himself inside your cavity, pressing in. You weren’t entirely ready, and the lack of prepping made it hard for you to take him in, not to mention it had been so long. Yet his eager desire to have you made him impatient, he needed you now…he wanted you…he wanted to please himself but also, to please his queen. 

“Why did I not show you just how much you mean to me….why didn’t i do it sooner?” Thrusting in hard, his groin smacks against the soft plumpness of your cheeks, you screamed out as he rams himself in, reaching the depths of your gut as he pushes through all of your stagnant walls. Fully in, he pauses before continuing. He had to take a moment to enjoy the feeling of burying his cock deep inside you….after missing out for so long. 

“Why wasn’t I better for you?” Sliding out, his tip breaches its exit, providing you with some relief as you catch your breath, only for him to shove it back in with fierce momentum. “He–Heeseung!” Gripping onto the sofa cushion, you brace through the pressure of pain and pleasure as he roughs up your womanhood. He was being so demanding with the way he was thrusting, yet his words were so beautifully spoken with genuine sincerity and sympathy. He truly was sorry, and now, he wanted to show it, even if it meant he had to mix his love with fucking you into pieces. 

“Why didn’t I tell you how I’ve felt all this time?” Thrusting, he jolts forward and bucks his hips, causing your body to rumble and shoot forward, only to be retracted back as he pulls you in, all to repeat his performance in jutting his cock back into you deeply, shiting your body forward. 

“Why wasn’t I home often?” Thrusting and pumping his cock fiercely, you felt the sting of his thickness tearing you open. It had been too long, your body nearly forgot what it felt like to have someone, much less him, pelting you with their girth. Even though you were devotedly waiting for him, and yearned for him, he left you empty and unfulfilled so many nights, and you spent each evening alone and drifting off into a dream where you weren’t sleeping lonesomely on an empty bed. Now, he was here, and for the first time in so long, he was not only making love, but he was fucking you like his life depended on it. He didn’t want to take it easy, or slow, he wanted to go in deep and hard. He wanted his performance to match the ferocity of his love and yearning for you. 

“Why did I let you sleep alone all those nights? I should have been there to kiss you to sleep.” Deepening his thrust, the curved edge of his lengthy member hits your sweet spot. Soon, there was no pain, only the pressure of pleasure and ecstasy. 

“I should have touched you more.” increasing speed, he forces the moisture of your secreted fluids to squelch in and out. Your body gushes out, you could feel yourself releasing the warm liquid your body was producing, seeping out, and glazing his cock as he continues to fuck you. 

“I should have loved you harder.” Grabbing onto both sides of your waist, he pumps his cock in and out, faster and faster as he holds you steady. 

“I should have been better. I should have been so much better.” Slapping into you, his groin and thighs stains your skin red as he continues to slam himself in, going deeper and deeper. 

“I should have….fuck….baby you feel so good…I should have…I should have….” 

“Heeseung!! Ugh!” He continues with his pace as you reach behind and smack your hands over his, digging your fingers onto his wrists as you feel the snap in your gut release the high of your orgasm. 

“Fuck baby….you’re making me cum…..” 

Your body shakes uncontrollably and you scream out his name, which transitions into tiresome whimpers as you catch your breath. All the while he slows down, going in deep and slow, passionately slow. Admiring the view of his length smoothing in and out of your womanhood, he savors the feeling of releasing every bit of love, anger, sadness, and regret into you. Still thrusting, his thumbs stroke your skin and he bids you to answer. 

“Tell me you missed me…”

“....I missed you…” 

“Tell me you want me.”

“I want you…”

“Tell me you need me.”

“I need you.”

“Now tell me you love me….”

“....I love you….”

Leaning in, he rests his weight on top of you as he tenderly kisses your cheek. His cock remains buried in, and goes in deeper as he propels forward and lays atop your body. “Then turn around…and don’t let me go. I’ll do the same.” 

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[things-erin-likes]

I know this is wildly different from my usual art posts BUT I have wanted to make it for a long, long time, because I love sharing any knowledge that might help someone else. SO...

If you (A) don't want to spend more than 1 minute on your face routine, (B) don't want to completely change what your face structure looks like with makeup to have a consistent skin appearance and/or (C) have cystic/nodal/regular acne that just doesn't go away no matter what people tell you to do,

then I give to you:

My One Single Product 1 Minute Makeup Tutorial For People Who Don't Wear Makeup

In which I bravely show you my face to illustrate

Before and after on one of my "best" skin days:

It's very likely this is common knowledge for a lot of people BUT I wish I had known it when I was in my teens and struggling with a severe skin condition I thought would eventually go away and never did.

[TLDR: It's a concealer stick that matches your skin]

No, having a skin condition doesn't mean you need to cover it. However, that doesn't mean it can't still hurt your self image, confidence, and relationships with people who give you unsolicited comments on it (because you want to throw them out the window).

SO HERE'S WHAT YOU NEED:

A concealer stick, my preference being Covergirl's CG Smoothers. They're non-comodogenic and somehow seem to help with my acne, maybe just because covering it helps me not pick at it.

Now, I am the pastiest, whitest shade of white, so I use two shades: "Fair" for my face, which has more of a pink hue, and "Neutralizer" (wheeze) for my neck because it gets even less sun than my face, and is both paler and less pink.

You might be able to get along just fine with one tone if you don't get acne on your neck and chest or have a more even skin tone, but the most important thing is to get the shade that matches your skin tone as close as possible.

To do this, either look in a mirror in the most natural light you can find and hold up your hands and arms until you find a spot that matches your face the closest, then compare the makeup in the store to this. OR.... Just bring a little mirror with you to the store.

STEPS:

1. Start with a clean face. (Wipe your face with a wet cloth if you haven't washed your face already that day)

Optional step 2. Put on a little moisturizer if your skin dries out and flakes, like mine does. I'm allergic to my cats so I use a medicated cream in place of moisturizer lmao

3. Swipe the concealer directly onto red spots, scabs, or bumps, and rub it in with your finger making a soft halo that blends in with the rest of your skin.

...and that's it.

You don't have to do your whole face. You're only adjusting the parts that stands out so they blend in and leaving the rest alone. Some days I cover a few spots, other days it feels like my whole face.

It can't always completely everything, but it makes everything much less noticeable. The shape of scabs may still be there:

It won't cover freshly bleeding wounds well, either... But it will cover the red skin around it:

Like with any makeup, always remove it before you go to bed!!! With makeup remover or a cleanser! Cheap, unscented makeup wipes work great for me.

So yeah, I'm 30 and only just now started finally seeing improvement in my own skin because I did my own research and asked a doctor to try treatments for hormonal acne instead of all the antibiotic approaches, meaning I'm on spironolactone and thus also a mandatory birth control. But hey! It's something.

Having control over how my face looks helps my confidence and self image, like controlling how my hair or clothes look. I don't feel like I have to wear it any more than I don't have to wear my hair short, I just like it that way.

I also hope that this might be able to help guys too, or anyone else who feels like they're not "allowed" to wear makeup but still struggle with the look of their own skin, since the lack of any other product means you really don't look like you're "wearing makeup".

Anyway, long post over, time to flee 🏃‍♀️

[illbisexual]

cuddles with the yellowjackets Warnings: fem!reader, this fic excludes Misty, Mari, Akilah, and Laura Lee Proofread: no

Lottie Matthews

Teddies GALORE on her bed

She collects the little beanie babies and you cant escape them when you go over..

Her room is usually tidy

Bed ALWAYS made before you come over

She has super cute sheets like pink floral ones that she adores

Insane amount of ribbons tied around her bedposts

she likes when your laying on top of her

Sometimes you two just lie side by side

She always has to be touching you or she goes insane

"Let me play with your hair" "no lottie I'm trying to sleep" "okay so why do you hate me.."

Jackie Taylor

Everytime you go over to her house she tries to convince you to let her do your makeup

Which you usually do let her after a few minutes of her constant "please"s

She forces you to sit on her vanity chair and she sits on the desk. Don't ask why she just does

She refuses to let you take the makeup off after she does it

After she does your makeup she drags you into bed

She plays with the drawstring of your hoodie/pants if you're wearing clothes with drawstrings

She has those cute pillows that are heart-shaped on her bed

Little spoon

She likes when you have your arms around her

She matches your breathing like a DORK !!!

Shauna Shipman

Fusses over making sure you're warm enough even though she's like a literal human heater

She liked having her arm around your shoulder and plays with the ends of your hair

She likes when you lean into her side it makes her giggle like an idiot

Halfway through cuddling she'll usually fall asleep and roll over and accidentally smother you

If she doesn't fall asleep she shoves a pillow in your face which prompts a pillow fight

..which she usually wins. Like always

She makes fun of you for "looking sleepy" when she looks like she's about to fall asleep standing up about 50% of the time she's with you

Your voice just makes her tired she doesn't know why

Taissa Turner

Blankets upon blankets stacked on her bed

it doesn't help her room is like an oven

You step one foot into her room and immediately you have to take your jacket off or you'll cook alive 😭

She makes you pick out a CD to play and then makes you put it in the CD player because shes too lazy too

You spend atleast 10 minutes just adjusting to how heavy her covers are

She has her arms wrapped around you constantly

She goes dead silent and just when you think she's fallen asleep she starts giggling and calls you an idiot

you guys sing along quietly to the music playing

Natalie Scatorccio

She usually goes over to your house after school

When you do go to her house she doesnt even give you the chance to properly get through the trailer door before shes dragging you to her room

She puts music on immediately and closes her door

You convince her to paint your guys' nails

She then proceeds to get pissed at you when you mess up your nail polish she just painted

She's over it in the next 5 minutes when your in bed with her

She likes to lie in between your legs and wrap her arms around your waist and she rests her head on your stomach

She sings quietly when you mess with her hair

She plays with her rings and she feels really peaceful with you

Van Palmer

You guys walk home from school together to her house usually

You crash into bed with her the minute you get into her room

You guys fight over the covers for a couple of minutes until you both start laughing and eventually sort them out

she strikes me as the kind of girl to have like.. christmas/Halloween bed sheets on even though its the middle of September

"What? I'm getting in the spirit" "or did you just get forced to change your bed sheets??" "Maybe.."

She makes you braid her hair for her, or just makes you do it general

But you don't kind because you like running your hands through her hair

And pulling on it and watching her offended face as she whips her head around to look at you

She has her arms wrapped around you and you have your arms wrapped around her

[al-of-the-stars]

I was wondering if you're okay writing an Angel Dust. M!Reader. More specifically Drag Queen Angel Dust. A one-shot if perfect, but you can do whatever you want. You can do this as smut or fluff, it doesn't matter! Have a great rest of your day!!

"See me after the show"

A/n: I was planning to make this yesterday but I'm not familiar with drag and had to do research so here it is! It took me a while but I'm not sure if I got anything wrong or not so if I did, please let me know and I hope you enjoy!

You were a renowned makeup artist in hell. Your name was plastered across billboards, celebrities lined up at your door to hire you. The moment you opened shop again after your job on a movie set was over, the first client to come in was one you never expected. You had worked with many demons before, from hellborns to sinners, even some overlords, but you had always wanted to work with a certain spider demon. Angel Dust didn't usually seek makeup artists and preferred to do it himself. This was a very rare occurrence and you were basically dying of joy. “Hello, welcome! I'll be with you in just a moment,” you said while organizing the last of your brushes. You tried to calm yourself down and finally made your way over to the waiting area to greet your newest client. He was even more beautiful in real life. You shook the thoughts out of your head. You had to keep things professional. As you led Angel Dust to the vanity, you guys made decent conversation. Turns out, the reason he chose to come to your makeup salon was because he had a big show coming up and wanted to make an appointment with someone who could give him a look that would leave the audience awestruck. Who better to go to for such an important task than the most well known artist in all of hell? You guys set up the appointment and when you finally got home, you squealed like a middle schooler who just got his first crush. When the day arrived, you went backstage to meet Angel 2 hours before he was up on stage to do his makeup. When you saw him, he was fixing up his dress. It was sparkly and pink with heart motifs all over it. He looked stunning. While you were lost in thought, he spotted you and waved you over.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Your heart fluttered at the name. He called everyone something along those lines so it shouldn't have really mattered too much but the way he said it, you couldn't help but feel that this time it was a bit different. You went over to the vanity where he sat and set up your supplies. “So just to make sure, you want something that matches the colors and overall vibe of your outfit, correct?” You asked, taking out the right brushes for the look you had planned.

“Yep,” you started on the eyeshadow, a bright, pigmented pink shade that you then added small rhinestones and glitter to to make it stand out. You guys just kept talking and making pleasant conversation until you were finally done. He looked absolutely stunning. You realized how close you had been to him this entire time and you felt the blood rush to your face as you spun his chair around to face the mirror.

“So what do you think?”

“It's perfect! Thanks, doll!” He responded, looking in the mirror gleefully. There was still some time left until he had to be on stage so you guys just sat there and talked. Time just flew by and then, Angel was notified that he had 5 minutes until he was on stage. He got up to get closer to the curtain.

“Meet me after the show, darling,” he said with a wink before going on stage, leaving you speechless.

[aamalaaa]

Lifeline | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: bestfriends to lovers au, hurt/comfort, jk is so understanding, fluff, romance, reader is sad but it'll be ok

warnings: reader suffers from depression but doesn't know it, it gets a little heated but there's no smut

word count: 3.6k

a/n: sooo, this was supposed to be a drabble and yet.. I got a lil carried away. I hope you like this, I've wrote this from my own experience with depression, I hope you can find comfort in it, you're never alone and I love you<3

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It’s been days, weeks now that you’ve been feeling like this. Nothing happened, nothing dramatic. You still go to work, still talk to your friends. On the outside, things seem as normal as they usually are. You seem okay, maybe a bit indifferent. 

You’re not.

You’re not okay, you feel like not enough air gets into your lungs, you feel heavy, tired, like the weight of the world is too much to endure. You still manage to look relatively okay, you shower, put on makeup, make sure your clothes are clean and fit well together when you put  an outfit together. 

You haven’t washed your clothes for weeks though. You only have a few things left in your wardrobe, the rest of your clothes lay on a chair, on the floor of your bedroom, your couch and next to the shower.

You didn’t clean up your room, kitchen, bathroom or anything in your apartment really. It doesn’t look good, you can’t stand to leave the lights on because you’d have to face the mess and feel bad about it. You don’t feel like you’re doing enough, you feel incompetent and lazy. 

You don’t cry though, can’t bring yourself to. Staying awake and going to work is tiring enough, you can’t muster enough energy to cry on top of that. You wish you could, maybe it would help. Fill the empty hole in your chest, make you feel something again, replace the shame and tiredness with something else. Anything not to feel like this, empty, unmoored.

You’re laying in bed when you hear it first, a soft knock. Your ears perk up at the sound but you still stay wrapped up in your duvet, even bringing it up a little above your head, trying to drown out the noise.

But the noise doesn’t stop, it’s at your front door and it gets louder and louder. Though it stays gentle, like the instigator knows you can’t handle more, loud and constant noises make you feel overwhelmed these days.

You groan loudly before throwing the duvet off your body in one swift motion, making you shiver instantly at the contact of cool air against warm skin. You need to up the heat here, or maybe put on something that isn’t tiny shorts and a tank top. 

You barely have anything else in your wardrobe though, goddamn you need to wash your clothes.

You slowly trudge to the front door, hoping the visitor will get tired and go away before you get there. But he doesn’t and you have no choice, someone came up here to see you and you can’t be this ungrateful. Won’t let yourself be.

So you card your hand through your hair to try and tame it before quickly opening the door to its full extent.

The black haired man stares at you with his wide doe eyes, hand stopping mid motion in the air where the door was, a black tote bag in his other hand.

You stare back, shock clearly visible all over your face. If you didn’t expect one thing, it’s to see Jungkook at your doorstep, looking this fucking hot in black sweatspants, a black longsleeved shirt and an equally black baseball cap to match.

“Kook, what are you doing here? Did we have something planned? I forgot didn’t I- Ah shit! I’m so sorry, my mind’s a bit of a mess today..” You anxiously blurt out.

Jungkook awkwardly brushes a strand of hair beneath his ear. “No, no we didn’t have anything planned, don't worry,” He hurriedly says, noticing your nervousness. “I just-“ He pauses. “I hadn't heard from you in a few days and you didn’t respond to my texts so I decided to pay a visit..”

And if his appearance wasn’t enough to make you melt into a puddle of goo, his explanation sure is. Because how could he be this attentionate and caring?

You’ve known Jungkook for a few months, meeting him through your group of friends and you quickly grew closer, became good friends even. And you may or may not have a huge crush on him but that’s another story and you’re not about to admit it out loud, not now, not ever. If he liked you that way he would’ve told you already, you’re not about to burden him with your feelings.

But you’re fine being just friends, he’s an amazing person and you couldn’t imagine your life without him now, he’s the funniest and kindest person you’ve ever known. You can keep your emotions under check, maybe they’ll even settle down after a while.

Though you doubt it considering the way your heart beats loudly against your rib cage only from standing a few feet away from the man. Oh well.

“Oh.. that’s very kind of you,” You breathe out.

Jungkook shoots you a dazzling wide smile and you almost faint at the sight. 

“Sooo, can I come in? I got a few things for you,” He lifts up the tote bag he’s been holding.

Your heart skips a beat, god he’s making it very hard for you not to completely fall in love with him.

“Umm..” You start, unsure what to say. 

He can’t see your place like this, he’d probably run for the hills. “My place’s a bit of a mess and I was planning on cleaning up today-“ 

“I can help!” He enthusiastically cuts you off.

You stare at your feet, wiggling your toes around. “I mean you don’t have to, it’s fine really and you must have better things to do..” He can’t see your place like this.

He snorts. “I have the day off, let me help, I want to! Plus, I brought food!” He says, a hopeful smile etched upon his mesmerizing face.

Goddamn fucking Jeon Jungkook, you can’t say no to him, not when he’s looking at you like that.

“I- Ok but please don’t judge, I’m just very busy,” You step out of his way, motioning for him to come in. His only reply is a nod before he slides in through the door. 

He spends a moment, and only a moment to observe your apartment before heading towards the kitchen counter and dropping the bag he’s been holding.

You’re so fucking embarrassed, he’s probably gonna judge you or worse, pity you. Though he would never say it out loud, that’s not Jungkook.

“I’ve seen worse,” He gets out a few supplies from the bag and puts them on the counter.

“Please don’t lie, it’s disgusting,” You sigh, picking up a few stray clothes on the floor to throw them on the couch.

He lifts up his eyes to you, gaze locked into yours. You hold it for a few seconds before dropping your eyes to the ground, a rosy tint adorning your cheeks. 

“What’s going on?” He gently asks, dropping the broccoli he was holding on the counter and stepping closer to you.

You shrug and nervously fiddle with your fingers, refusing to meet his gaze. You can’t do this, you’ve been really good at keeping your emotions at bay.

You can’t give up now.

But he doesn’t relent. “What’s wrong?” He’s very close to you now and you shyly peek at him before dropping your eyes to your hands again.

He softly takes both of your hands in his, stopping you from fiddling with them. And you can barely hold it in now, you have no distraction to focus on instead of the gaping hole in your heart, threatening to split your whole being in two any moment now.

“Nothing, don’t worry,” You croak.

He drops your left hand to bring his right one up to your chin, tilting your face upward slowly,  forcing you to look at him. 

You feel them, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, ready to spill out.

He stares at you, an incredibly concerned look in his eyes and caresses your chin softly with his thumb. “Talk to me, please.”

And that’s all it takes for you to lose it, tears flowing freely on your cheeks like cold rain on a fogged up window. You bring your hands up to your face, hiding to the best of your abilities behind them. 

“I- I d-don’t know Kookie, what’s wrong with me?” You hiccup, the sound muffled by your palms.

Your heart almost splits in half when your friend takes you in his strong arms, your head laying in the crook of his neck, and strokes your hair in soothing motions. Which only makes you sob harder. 

He doesn’t say a word for a long time, settles on stroking your hair and leaving a few kisses on top of your head.

You manage to calm down after a few minutes, but not before you leave a big wet spot on his shirt. 

“Oh god I’m so sorry, your shirt is ruined.”

He chuckles warmly and leaves another kiss on your head before replying. “It’s just a shirt.”

You nuzzle a bit closer in his neck, taking in the calming jasmine scent. It’s grounding, like a deep rooted tree in the middle of a storm.

“Do you want to sit down and eat?” He asks, voice just shy of a whisper.

You shake your head no, pressing even closer in his embrace, not willing to let go. Which prompts a loud chuckle out of Jungkook.

“You need to eat, we can lay around and do nothing after.” 

You groan, but ultimately step away. Jungkook lets out a small laugh, strokes your hair once more and sweeps his thumbs under your eyes to try and dry your wet cheeks.

You can’t help the furious blush that creeps up your neck and all the way to your cheeks, though you can hide your face behind your hair. So you do.

Jungkook coos before heading towards the kitchen counter, getting to work immediately.

You’re mostly silent, though Jungkook manages to make you laugh a few times with his antics. You eat the meal he prepared for you, not missing the way he constantly peers at you to make sure you’re eating. 

You almost eat all of your plate, you’d feel entitled and ungrateful not to. But there’s so much your stomach can take, and the portion he gave you was twice what you’d usually eat.

“This was amazing, thank you,” You smile.

He smiles back, that bunny grin of his you love so much. “My pleasure.” He replies, a slight blush making its way onto his cheeks. “Got anything you want to do this evening?” He tilts his head to the side before getting up and dropping his plate next to the sink.

“I was thinking of just like, watching a movie or something. You don’t have to stay, really,” You’d be lying if you said you didn’t hope he would stay. 

Which is why your heart swells ten times its original size at his response. 

“I’m not going anywhere, unless you want me to leave,”

You shake your head. “No.. stay.” 

He smiles bashfully before taking your plate and cleaning the dishes he had used for the meal. You get up and join him, picking a rag up and drying the clean dishes before you put them in the cupboards.

It takes a few minutes, silence reigning peacefully over the both of you, the only sounds breaking it being Jungkook whistling quietly and water splashing in the sink. 

When you’re both done, he excuses himself to go to the bathroom and you take that moment to change into a large black t-shirt and slide under the covers of your bed, using the remote controller to turn on the television. 

When Jungkook comes back into the lounge, he chuckles at the sight of you snuggled deep under the covers, a plushie between your arms, scrolling through netflix for a movie to watch.

You quirk your brow at him questioningly when you see him awkwardly standing next to the bed.

“What are you standing there for?” You playfully question.

He cards a hand through his hair, seemingly nervous. “Well.. where do you want me?” 

You stare in shock, mouth agape before you break out into a loud cackle while Jungkook frowns in confusion. “What? What did I say?” 

“Oh Kook,” Your laughter dies down progressively. “It’s nothing.” You pat the empty side of your bed, smiling amusedly at the black haired man.

He shrugs, confused but still hops on the bed, keeping a safe distance from you, much to your dismay. 

“Get under the covers Kookie,” You stare him down.

“O-ok,” He tentatively slides under the covers, fully clothed. 

You press play on the title you chose and scoot closer to Jungkook, feeling him stiffen at the proximity. “What’s wrong?” You question, feeling shy all of a sudden. It’s not your first time cuddling with him, so why is he being weird about it?

He exhales slowly before responding. “I just-“ He stops himself, rubbing at his eyes anxiously. “I just want to make sure you’re okay with this.. I know you’re feeling vulnerable and sad right now, I don’t want to take advantage of that.” He almost whispers the last part, while you can only look at him curiously, not quite understanding what he means. 

“We cuddled before, what’s different?” You question, straightening up.

He shoots you an indecipherable look before scooting closer to you. “Nothing, come on over.”

You giggle and drape your arm around his stomach, your head resting on his chest. The soft rhythm of his heart puts you at ease almost instantly.

You both watch the movie in silence, Jungkook occasionally stroking your hair, making you shiver each and every time.

After a while he breaks the comfortable silence. “Do you want to talk about what happened earlier?” He breathes out against your hair.

You sigh in resignation. Of course he’d want to know, and it’s understandable. You did have a full on breakdown in his arms, after all. You just don’t know what to say, don’t know what’s wrong. You just know something is.

“I’ve been feeling kinda.. off, I guess?” You start, voice uneven. Another gentle stroke of your hair. “Like I have no energy, I don’t want to go out or do anything, I can’t clean up or do anything except go to work..” You feel him shifting his head a bit, probably looking at you. 

You don’t meet his gaze and continue. “It’s silly really, don’t worry too much.”

He sighs and tilts your chin up with his free hand. You slowly lift your eyes, meeting his own. He seems conflicted and hurt. You don’t understand.

“How could you say that?” He observes you carefully. “I care about you, of course I’m gonna be worried. And it’s not silly, it’s important. I want you to be happy, so happy. You deserve it, you deserve everything good. How can you not see that?” He cradles the side of your face with his hand, you blush profusely, your heart beat going absolutely frantic. What the hell is going on?

“I- I’m sorry..” You don’t know what to say, apologizing seems like the right thing to do, seeing the pained look on his face.

His hold on your face gets stronger as his eyes widen. “Why are you apologizing? You did nothing wrong, except thinking so poorly of yourself.” He exhales. “I didn’t want to make you feel bad about it, I’m sorry.” He strokes your cheek tenderly.

You can’t stop staring in his big eyes, like under a spell of some sort. It’s just hard not looking into them when they seem to hold the whole galaxy. 

You open your mouth to speak, but close it soon after. He sends you a questioning look.

It takes you a few seconds to reply. “I don’t know what to say..” You murmur.

“You don't have to know what to say, we’ll figure it out together,” He gently replies, shooting you a soft smile in the process.

You almost cry again as his words register in your head. You inhale shakily. “Why-“ You gulp. “Why would you do that for me?”

He brings his head down, fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt. “Why do you think?” He whispers, a peachy tint appearing on his cheeks. 

You frown in confusion, using your hand to stop his movements. “Because you’re a good friend? Why are you being so cryptic?” You ask, completely lost

Jungkook chuckles fondly before looking back into your eyes. “I’m really gonna have to spell it out uh,” He cradles the side of your face once more before timidly smiling at you. 

“I guess so?” You unknowingly snuggle closer into his hand. 

“Will you let me show you?” He strokes your hair with his long fingers, spurring on a shiver out of you.

You send him a puzzled look. You’re so fucking lost. “Um, I guess yeah?”

He looks at your lips before gazing into your eyes again, then stares at your lips once more.

And your heart might leap out of your chest because then, he gets a little closer, his face a few inches away from yours. His breath fanning over your cheeks makes you shiver.

“Can I kiss you?” He murmurs, so close you can almost feel the vibration of his voice onto your skin.

“Can you what-“ You squeeze his hand on instinct, the one you were still holding. 

“Kiss you,” He replies cockily, raising a brow.

“Uh, what-“ What’s going on, and why are you so socially inept. “Why would you-“ You loudly gulp, not finishing your sentence.

He nervously chuckles. “Because I-“ His voice cracks, and he tries to move further away from you. You scream internally. “It’s ok if you don’t want to. God I’m sorry I didn’t-“ 

You cut him off by tugging on his arm and crashing your lips onto his before even realizing what you’re doing. The angle is awkward and your lips collide almost painfully. You don’t care though, can’t bring yourself to.

At first, you both stay there, lips pressed against the other’s, unmoving, surprised by the sudden closeness. But soon enough, Jungkook kisses you back, sighing happily while his soft lips caress yours. You start moving along with him almost immediately, it’s almost like a dance, really. 

You feel him shift as he adjusts your position, laying you down backwards and hovering over you, tilting your head back a few inches to deepen the kiss. 

Your brain is foggy, you can’t even think or do anything but kiss back hungrily. Like his lips are a lifeline and you’re lost at sea. Latching onto him with unrivaled passion, your hand gripping the hair at the back of his neck pleadingly, soft whimpers escaping your throat only to be swallowed by the man holding you together like glue.

You fist the front of his shirt so forcefully your knuckles turn white while Jungkook nibbles at your bottom lip. You can feel him smirking against your mouth when you let out a loud whimper. He uses that moment to slide his tongue against yours, groaning in the process, lapping at your mouth like a dehydrated man. 

And if this is a dance, then Jungkook is a master dancer. And the avid apprentice you are, you’re willing to learn every step, over and over again until you know them by heart.

You slide your hand under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his bare skin and defined abs you thought about more often than you’d be willing to admit. You notice him shivering at the contact of your hand on his stomach and that only serves to spur you on even further, up his ribs and chest. 

It goes on like this for a long time, parting for oxygen from time to time, only to come together again. Jungkook and you battling for the lead, though you always end up happily losing the battle. And after a while it gets softer, gentle caresses and long, languid strokes of tongues intertwining together in complete harmony. 

Jungkook slides his thumb above your eyebrow, leaning away for just a moment before leaving a quick peck on your lips. When he lets go of your lips, you try to chase his own needily, only to hear a gruff, quiet laugh from the man you just spent the better half of an hour kissing. 

You open your eyes and pout at him, which is apparently really funny because he laughs even harder.

Your pout deepens and you try to push him off with all the strength you can muster, which is admittedly not a lot.

He coos at you before leaving yet another soft kiss on your lips, making you sigh happily.

“I guess you wanted to,” He confidently comments, a small smirk lifting the side of his red swollen lips.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Great guess, Sherlock.”

Jungkook settles down next to you, tugging you closer to him as he does. You wrap your arm around him and lay on his chest, just like you did earlier. Except now it feels more intimate and the butterflies in your stomach roam freely around your body.

You don’t even notice you’re dozing off until a strong hand gently shakes your shoulder, you hum in response.

“Do you want me to go?” You hear a scratchy voice murmur in your ear.

You frown and shake your head. “Nuh-uh, stay, please..” You’re barely able to get the words out in your sleepy state.

“Okay, I’ll stay,” He responds, snuggling even closer to you. You suspire contentedly. 

 As you slowly slip into unconsciousness you ask one last question.

“Are you gonna be here when I wake up?” You slur.

You barely register a soft peck being laid upon your forehead.

“Wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.”

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a/n: this is the link for the general taglist for my writings<3 click here!

[slut4corbin]

Motorcycles And Date Nights (Chapter 2)

Note : *Ok, so I really liked chapter 1, so I decided to keep this fanfiction going!*

Summary : The reader and Baron Corbin both have a crush on each other but what happens when Baron asks the reader if she wants to go on a date with him

Warning (s) : Fluff and slight profanity

Your name (Y/N)

Word count : 964

Tag list : @adriennegabriella @dulcesitapr @sassymox @ava-valerie @wwelovergirl @romanthereigns @mysticvampyre @nerdypanda20

*From previous chapter*

As I walked down the hall, I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and checked the time. "Shit, it's 7:30!" I said to myself before putting my phone back into my pocket and picking up my pace as I searched for Paige and Carmella. After a while of searching up and down the entire backstage area. I walked past their locker, and there they were. "Guys, I need to tell you something," I said, smiling. "What is it?" Paige asked, doing her makeup. "Baron asked me out on a date." I replied, blushing like crazy which obviously caused Paige to turn around and look at me.

"Oh my god, that's amazing. Y/N, " she replied, getting up from her chair and hugging me tightly, which caused me to laugh a little bit."I know, right?" I replied through the laughing. After a few minutes, she finally pulled away from the hug. "Oooh, Y/N has a date." Carmella said, chuckling, causing Paige to punch her in the arm. "Owwww," Carmella replied back, causing me to laugh. Soon enough, I walked past them and grabbed my ring gear, and headed towards the bathroom. Once I got into the bathroom, I took my shirt and pants off and slipped on my ring gear and walked in front of the mirror, and put my hair up into two braids. I quickly took a picture of myself and posted it on Instagram before picking up my clothes and walking out the door. "Hey, Y/N, we're coming with you to the gorilla so we can watch your match." Carmella said, looking up from her phone. "Yeah, we're going to watch you beat Charlotte's ass!" Paige chimed laughing. "She deserves it." I replied, setting down my clothes, picking up the wrist tape, and wrapping it around my wrist.

"We know she does!" Carmella and Paige said at the same time, causing us all to chuckle. After I got done with my wrist tape, I sat the roll of tape down and took off towards the gorilla with Carmella and Paige following behind me. After a few minutes of walking, Carmella broke the silence when she said, "I'm going to head to catering. I will be in the gorilla in a bit, I promise." "Ok" I replied as she walked past us towards catering. After a few seconds of standing in front of the door to the gorilla, I finally decided to go inside. Once we got inside, I immediately started to look around the room. Paige seemed to have noticed because she elbowed me in the arm. "You looking for Corbin, aren't you?" She asked, slightly chuckling. "Yeah." I replied, smiling as I still scanned the room for Baron. "Maybe he's not in here right now." Paige said before walking off towards the divas that she was going to be teamed up with for the show. Once she was gone, I pulled my phone out of my back pocket once again and started to scroll through Twitter.

After a few minutes, I started to zone out until the group of mean divas came up to me. "Ha, you seriously think that Baron loves you? That's so pathetic." The burnette said laughing, causing the other ones to laugh again just like they did earlier. "It really is man Y/N. How stupid are you? Corbin doesn't love girls who look like you." The blonde one said chuckling again, causing a tear to run down my face. One of the other divas opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by Baron, who walked up right behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Fuck off and leave Y/N alone she's perfect just the way she is and just so you bitches know me and Y/N are going on a date tonight." Baron said resting his head on my shoulder causing the girls to walk off. "Thanks!" I said smiling.

"You're welcome!" He replied, lifting his head up and turning me around to look at him. "Don't worry about them!" He said, placing a kiss to my forehead before walking over to Shane. I smile before looking at the TV at the intro for the show. As the matches went on and on, it was finally my turn. I heard my theme song, so I got up from my chair and walked out of the gorilla and into the arena. As I walked down the ramp, I high fived the fans until I got to the ring. I jumped up on the apron and stepped through the ropes. Once I got into the ring, Charlotte's theme song came on. I immediately glared at her as she walked down the ramp and slid into the ring.

I couldn't control my anger, so I attacked her, and I wasn't going to let up on her anytime soon. After a few minutes of fighting, the officials finally got me off of her, and the bell officially rang, so after that, I continued to punch her, and then I hit her with the end of days for the 3 count. I got up and hopped out of the ring and walked up the ramp to the gorilla. As soon as I opened the curtain, I was greeted by Baron. "Congratulations, Y/N!" He said, pulling me into a hug. "Thank you." I replied through the laughing. He ended up pulling away from the hug and looking me in the eyes. "Go get changed and meet me in my locker room." He said. And with that, I took off towards my locker room.

[alienaiver]

also ever since i bought the shinsou figure ive had shinsou brainrot (did it ever really leave?)

shinsou whos a pro hero invited to a galla - hes supposed to bring a plus one, he wants to bring a plus one, but hes having gripes about inviting you, his disabled best friend. itll be a standing up for long hours, socializing and smiling kind of event; putting you through that hurts him to just think about.

but he's also so very much in love with you, and sees this as an opportunity to gradually show off his romantic notions towards you and not just to his mirror that he pretends is you in the long hours of the night.

to his utter surprise, you actually accept with clear and obvious excitement. you plan an outfit that matches one of your canes (the purple, foldable one shinsou once got you) and wear something longer fitting thatll cover your comfortable shoes with the good insoles.

it goes well, you handle everything with ease and you even hold his hand multiple times. the romantic gestures from both of you are through the roof and shinsou's dizzy with emotions. kaminari more than once winks at him and sero makes a kissy face once or twice. he gives both of them the finger discreetly while scratching his forehead. they both stick out their tongues in retaliation.

it's not until you're in the cab home that you almost collapse onto shinsou. your breathing's heavy and you seem tense from head to toe. you mustve strained yourself even if you promised him you wouldnt. he rubs soothing circles (or so he hopes) onto your palm and kisses the crown of your head.

you sleep over at shinsou's place so often that he has an extra futon just for you. you're on the couch, nursing a glass of late-night wine as he sets up your bedding, your feet raised onto a few throw pillows to alleviate the pain. you haven't said much to each other since you left but it's comfortable, quaint.

he settles on the couch with you, moving the pillows and situating your legs on his lap instead. you hand him his glass of wine but he takes it only to put it on the coffee table. he starts rubbing your feet and you can't help but laugh, its oddly intimate even if hes doing something hes done a million times before after youve walked more than your pain scale usually allows.

"pain level?" he asks and you hum before you reply, "six."

he nods and presses a little harder, works the muscle a little throughout. "distress level?" he then asks and it doesn't even take you a moment, "only two, this is pain expected after these kind of activites."

he smiles up at you, "you're really beautiful right now."

you throw your head back and bark out a loud laugh, "now? after my makeups splotched and my feet are swollen and itchy?"

his lovestruck smile doesnt change at your reaction, eye contact clearly maintained, "youre always beautiful to me, but these moments that only i get to see... theyre my favorite."

you hide behind your wineglass but steals a timid look through the glass, "youre being bold tonight."

he hums as his hands find their way further up, giving your calves a much needed squeeze, "sometimes im made brave by those around me. today especially, you sparked it in me..." he looks away for the first time, suddenly overwhelmed by the weight if his own feelings, "im in love with you. i want more moments like this."

you sit up so that you can lean into his space, your hand raising slowly to cup his cheeks, "theyve always been all yours, brainwave."

the hero name you helped him pick in high school makes him blush. hearing it from your lips always sounds more loving, more inviting than from anyone else. when he chances a look at your lips, you lean forward the rest of the way despite your shoulders and backs protests because kissing him is more important than your chronic pain right now.

shinsou knows you though, so he wastes no time in maneuvering so that you're comfortably settled as hes hovering over you in an awkward angle. he will always do that for you, put you first in ways that makes your head spin. your needs will never be a bother to him, but a comfort he will always happily oblige to, because supporting you is all he needs to retain happiness.

[gretavanbear]

eclipse ; four

*nsfw - oral (f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex

2.6k words

[notes:

small request from me,, only if you want ofc but listen to "crash into me" by dave matthews band until the first cutaway! that's what i did and idk i like to imagine that playing as everything goes down.. literally.]

you were getting ready for your date with josh- three hours early. fuck- always so damn early. this annoyed you badly, but the constant reassurance of being on time made you do it all the time. you had sat on your bed and pondered while looking at your closet for about ten minutes now- feeling like nothing is right. you wanted to be pretty for him, want to be noticed. your makeup was already done; and it took you so long to put your lashes on but you felt very cute with them on.

you finally pick an outfit. a dark green dress, it tied around the neck and had an open back. it dropped down to your calves, and it fit so nicely- you felt pretty. you hung it up behind the door with a jean jacket; your whole outfit being planned which satisfied you completely. in the meantime; you wore an oversized band tee with your matching white lacy lingerie set underneath.

you wore your hair down, and you just felt everything was going to plan. you liked that; having a plan. knowing how things were going to go. which is why you packed two condoms in your purse; you never know.

so when theres a knock at your dorm room door- the unexpectedness startles you. it was way too early for josh to pick you up, and you hadn't made any other friends at school yet. as you get up from your bed, you flatten the material of your shirt before unlocking it and pulling the door towards you.

"so it's true?" jake barges in, a pained expression in his face as he walks into your room. you close the door and face him. he wore a grey hoodie and black sweatpants; and he looked so fucking soft you could melt.

"what is?" you ask innocently, not knowing what he knows.

"you're going out with him. him." he spits out. he doesn't seem angry, or annoyed, but.. bothered? and this energy turns you on.

"he likes me.." you play with your fingers; your lip quivering a bit out of nervousness. he scoffs, stepping closer to you. the only thing behind you is your empty desk, you rest your ass against it.

"he likes you?" he repeats your words, the space between you evaporating as the seconds pass, and he's only a couple inches away. the heat radiates off of him, and you feel yourself getting wet already- even though he hasn't done anything. "i like you." he says, barely above a whisper as his lips are a couple centimetres away from yours now. you can feel his hair brush against your cheeks, and your heart beating loudly in your throat as the air is thin. his hands rest on each side of you, against the desk, as he leans in and kisses you.

and it's so different than josh. his kiss is hard, passionate, yet so gentle. his lips almost dance with yours as one of his hands pull you up on the desk, and he steps closer. his lips feel like the sun warming your skin on a hot day, the feeling you never knew you craved this bad until now. you can't help but wonder if he can feel the warmth coming from your centre, and how he's standing between your legs. your hands make their way to the back of his neck.

he groans against your lips as you pull his hair, and pushes his body against yours, you can feel his hard length through his pants which turns you on even more if possible. your underwear must be soaked by now, his tongue licking your bottom lip almost as if he's asking for access. you grant it and your tongues battle for dominance, his free hand makes it's way to your left thigh.

he pulls away to look at you. "you have no idea how much i've wanted to kiss you" his dark lips say, and you sit in complete shock, unable to comprehend what just happened.

his fingers dip into the waistband of your panties, and you notice how he isn’t shy at all right now. he’s so.. dominant and dark; and the thought of him doing anything to you excites you, his fingers slowly, so slowly make their way down to your aching slit as his teeth bite your bottom lip. his fingertips rub your clit softly as you whimper in his mouth- the next words causing your clit to twitch against his fingers.

“when you kiss him tonight, i want you to think about me.” he groans against your lips before dropping to his knees in front of you and pushing your underwear to the side; leaving soft kisses against your aching centre.

"fuck.. jake" you whisper, your fingers making their way in his soft his hair, as his brown eyes watch you deeply. he sticks his tongue out and licks you from bottom to the top; his warm tongue making your stomach flip. you grind against his mouth as his tongue draws circles around your clit- his hands grip your thighs and pulls you closer as his tongue makes its way inside you. the feeling driving you insane.

"it's so.. fuck.. it's so good" he keeps watching you as you breathe loudly, letting out little moans as his mouth works wonders on your sensitive area. your hands pull his hair as he keeps going. your orgasm approaching because he's doing so fucking good.

"don't stop.. please.. i'm getting close..." you whimper as the feeling comes closer and closer, your orgasm seconds away. he squeezes your thighs for a couple seconds, licking you hard, edging you so well, the feeling is so. fucking. close-

until he pulls away.

you gasp and watch him in shock as he stands up in front of you, wiping his bottom lip with his thumb. you breathe loudly as he stands above you, the space between your bodies nonexistent as his hand holds yours down against the hard material of the desk.

"jake.. why.." you start but his lips interrupting your words; the taste of yourself covers both your lips as he sticks his tongue inside your mouth again. you want to lift your hands; make him touch you, but he holds them down tight as the bump in his pants rub against your centre softly.

"can't you see how much i want you?" he sighs against your lips, and pulls away, letting go of your hands. "text me when you get home, please." he asks softly, before walking away and leaving your dorm. you can't do anything but sit there in shock, your cunt aching for friction as he's gone out of your room, and you needed to feel something.

-

you held josh's arm as you walked to the bar that was off campus. he looked down at you with a proud smile, he dressed so nice as well. he wore some dress pants and a white long sleeve. you don't know what it was, but josh looked so good in white. it made him look almost angelic; and you tried to push away the thoughts of jake's mouth being on your clit only hours ago but it just wouldn't budge. you were so fucking horny from it and you needed to cum, no matter what happens tonight.

so when josh ordered you a drink, you gladly drank it with him in a booth in the back of a bar. he called it a 'salty dog', something you never had before, but it was delicious. he seemed so innocent sometimes; but man he knew his drinks.

"so, [y/n], tell me about yourself." josh asks sweetly.

'i'm fucking horny as hell right now.' you want to tell him. but "well what do you want to know?" is what truly comes out. he smiles at your response, and takes a sip of his drink.

"what kind of music do you like?" he asks, and you take a sip of your drink before answering. the lighting of the booth is dark, the seats a dark brown and the table a light coloured wood.

"um.. well. i like rock music.. or indie. anything with electric guitar and bass. i love the sound of it." you smile, thinking of your favourite songs. the thought of jake comes back and you squeeze your thighs together, taking a big sip of the drink hoping the thoughts go away.

"you know.. sometimes jake will play the guitar for me in our dorm. and i'll sing with him, i like to think that in another universe jake and i, and maybe even our younger brother sam would be in a band together. since he plays the bass." josh speaks slowly, and smiles softly as he articulates these thoughts out into the open.

"i think that sounds lovely. i'd love to hear you sing." you smile, taking another sip of your drink as you think of jake playing the guitar, josh singing for you. "maybe.. after we finish our drinks we could head back to my dorm and you can sing something for me.." you suggest as you nervously make eye contact with josh. his eyes widen and he nods quickly, basically downing his drink right there, and you do the same. you don't fucking care, your cunt is aching and needs contact. either of them will satisfy you right now.

as you get back to your dorm room, josh stands behind you with his hands on your hips. you walk in and let him sit on your bed as you take off your jacket and hang it behind your door after locking it.

"fuck..[y/n].. that dress.." josh gasps, witnessing your bare back underneath the green dress for the first time. he stands up and stands behind you, so close you feel his length against your ass. he drags his pointer finger up from the bottom of your back to the back of your bra, then uses his hand to move your hair away from your neck.

"do you want me, mama?" his lips whisper against the back of your neck. and the feeling of his length makes you want to drop to your knees and let him do anything to you. you nod softly and his hands make their way to the front of your dress, as he cups your breasts and squeezes them; his lips on your neck leaning little kisses. you sigh out of pleasure.

his free hand grabs yours and he brings you to the bed, you lay down as he crawls over you; he looks down at you for a couple of seconds with a soft smile before pulling in and leaving a soft kiss on your lips, your hands wrap around his neck as you kiss him passionately.

something about josh's kisses just felt like home, like breakfast in bed, the waves crashing against your ankles on a hot sunny day. he just.. felt so warm. you had so many feelings for him, but right now you needed to be touched. you find his hand and drag it down to your aching cunt, and he gasps at how wet you are.

"for me?" he whimpers, his fingers rubbing you softly. he was so much softer than jake, and you liked it, but jakes roughness really did something to you.

"touch me, fuck me, take me" you moan as his fingers play with you so nicely. he smirks at the way you're begging for him, stopping suddenly to take his shirt off, then his pants. you take the time to quickly remove your dress, half naked for him on your back sheets, the only material covering you now is your white lace bra and well, now see-through white panties.

josh’s fingers get right back to your centre; moving the underwear out of the way as his fingers enter your slit, massaging it so nicely. you whimper at the feeling of his soft hands; the way he’s touching you. he’s so fucking soft. until his fingers slip inside and he curls them, hitting your g-spot. you gasp out in pleasure and reach out to grab his arms as he continues to thrust them in and out of you.

“does that feel good?” he breathes against your neck as you tighten around his fingers.

“yes- yes.. more.. please josh..” he chuckles at how much you’re begging.

“do you have a condom, love?” he asks sweetly and you nod, looking towards your purse which was set on the floor. he nods understandingly and pulls his fingers out softly, to go grab a condom. he pulls his underwear down and you bite your lip at the sight.

he has a beautiful cock. it’s thick, and looks fucking delicious. you want him to just take control and fuck you right now, you need him that bad. he rolls the condom on his length and lines it up with your entrance, rubbing it against your folds which makes you moan out of pleasure. the feeling of his warm cock against your cunt is driving you wild and you need more.

“can i fuck you, mama?” he asks sweetly as he rubs your clit with the tip of his cock. you nod immediately, grinding down and needing him. he smirks and pushes himself inside, slowly to let you adjust to the size. he feels so fucking nice and full, and you’ve never wanted someone this bad. jake being out of your thoughts right now as josh fully fills you. josh waits a couple of seconds before thrusting in and out, giving you a moment before fastening the pace; his fingers wrapped around your hair on the back of your head. his lips on yours as he moans softly against your lips, his cock twitching inside of you.

you tighten yourself around him as he whimpers in your ear; the sound is something you never knew you needed until now. your last boyfriend was always quiet, and to hear a man whimper in your ear; it changes you.

"keep doing that and i'll come" he breathes out in your ear as you wrap your legs around him; his thrusts becoming harder and lazier, his orgasm approaching. you feel yours coming too, the pace he fucks you with working wonders, and you squeeze your legs around him one more time.

"i'm coming josh- fuck- i'm-"

"come, babe, please" he whimpers, interrupting your moans with his as the warmth of his cum inside the condom fills you up, and you moan his name loudly as your walls tighten around him; your orgasm coming crashing down on the both of you.

"fuck... [y/n].. wow" josh breathes out, as he lays next to you and pulls you close to his warm body. you smile to yourself as your face is buried deep in the warmth of his chest, and the way he's holding you makes you feel so special.

"josh.. uhm.. i have to pee.." you ask nervously and he chuckles, letting go of you for a moment.

you step into your bathroom with your phone in your hands, sometimes you just need to scroll through instagram for a couple seconds. jake's text pops up on top of the screen and your breath hitches.

jake: Did you get home alright? Josh isn't back.

you answer quickly, as you don't want to keep josh waiting alone in your bed.

you: yes, i'm back now, thank you

you can't prepare for what he says next, but your cunt aches once again. was josh not enough? did you need to feel the way his brother does?

jake: I hope you thought about me tonight.

did you need jake?

you: goodnight jake

jake: Goodnight, [y/n]. Talk tomorrow, and sweet dreams (;

sweet dreams? now for sure you'd have sweet dreams.. about who?

you couldn't choose.

[notes again:

i feel like jake likes to edge people ; like in my imagines idk he gets off on that shit. he's evil. he has that look in his eye. ]

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[yayaneedshercoffee]

Chapter 3 | Going Down

*TW: Gore/Graphic detailing a bit, Mentions of PTSD*

The red dim lights was all that could give you sight of what's before you in the aircraft. You can hear through coms that the pilot has reached target drop off, and it takes a second for Ghost to grab his rifle, cocks it ready, and stands.

"Alright gentleman listen up, because I'm only saying this once." He takes a step towards the center of the aircraft, brushes his leg against your knee, and gives you a glare before turning his attention to the whole crew.

Wow, now he's really pissing me off with this whole tough guy act. 'I'll show him' you thought to yourself.

"Heli will drop off Bravo team at the first stop up in the hills, where me and Sergeant MacTavish will escort a squad downhill and infiltrate 2 buildings, sweeping them clean for any sign of Hassan." He turns his head to lock right on you on his next footnote.

"Heli will then drop off the second squad towards the backside of building 3, where it's believed Hassan could be possessing a missile inside. Lieutenant Reaper will escort Alpha team to sweep the building, and confirm if the intel is correct." He walks from the back of the aircraft, down the center, getting ready to head on out.

Soap stood up, because he too knew that wasn't the right plan of action. He grabs Ghosts shoulder with his hands, getting his attention fairly quick.

"Hey L.T, did you forget Lieutenant Reaper is meant to be on Bravo squad? Laswell made it very clear on-" Soap was abruptly cut off by Ghosts hand which was inches away from his chest, motioning for Soap to sip it shut.

"Laswell doesn't know what she was thinking putting the squads together. Reaper is better kept on Alpha squad to have some sort of authority." He turns his gaze onto me, I'm already showing how pissed off I am. Eyes narrowing again, he expresses, "She won't have that under my watch, I'm in control of this whole mission. Shepherd made it clear on the first day. I'm not letting some girl I barely heard of get the better of me." He spits out. Oh-oh hell no. His words felt like venom sinking deep into your very blood, and this had already got you riled up and already standing on your feet.

"When we get back I'll put in a good word as to how insecure you feel that a woman was sent to do the job that you clearly haven't progressed in." You sneer at him, your face just inches away from his chest, the height difference was real, because you're 5'3, and with his tall towering body, his shadow enveloped you under the red lights of the aircraft.

A few members listening in had their jaws dropped, with a few "ooouuuu" leaving their mouths. One of the men on board said "Oh shit, we got drama gentlemen." Following a few snickers and chuckles, Ghost immediately gave you one last look in the eyes, making a "tsk" sound beneath his mask, dropping his head downwards to now it just barely grazing your right ear.

"It's going to take more than just this bratty attitude to make me give a fuck about what you think of me." His husky voice barely audible and only for me to get a clear hearing without the rest of the aircraft to listen in on. He continues, "Keep this up and I'll make your time here is miserable Lieutenant, you'll practically beg to get off this case." This ended up making you form a grin, because damn, you finally met your match in someone worth picking a bone with.

"Keep dreaming L.T, because I'm not going no where. I don't need to prove myself to an arrogant bastards like you." You say back, standing your ground, now his face has moved from your ear to inches away from your face.

You notice that his eyes are covered black, like he's used makeup around them to hid away his features underneath. What was the need to be covered up? What's he hiding beneath this shell of a person Ghost presents himself to the world?

"Hell, I could let you borrow my black eyeshadow if you run out of makeup L.T, but let's focus on what's happening right now, shall we, makeup guru?" You teased off the tongue. His eyes, narrowing again, but this time staring at your lips, taking a few seconds to then redirect his attention to your eyes. His gaze, full of hatred again, penetrates you're entire well being, making you freeze a bit. What the hell am I doing? Why am I freezing? I'm hardly intimidated to anyone besides the General, so why him? What does he have that's got me frozen in my tracks.

You gulp down the saliva choking your throat, still maintaining eye contact, waiting for him to make a move, a sound, anything.

"You don't realize the death sentence you just brought yourself in." His final response to you before he continues down the middle of the aircraft, immediately shouting for Bravo squad to rise up and ready themselves to be dropped. "Both teams meet up in the middle, we want Hassan alive. But remember, this is capture or kill." Ghost affirms his serious tone out loud, now standing where the aircraft's doors are opening up, staring back at the crew. Soap ended up beside you, giving you a pat on the shoulder and sending you a "Good luck out there L.T, I know we can count on you." With a small smirk formed on his lips, we hear a "Keep up Sergeant MacTavish." coming from Ghost, making Soap and the rest of Bravo squad get off.

Watching them grow smaller from your view from above, you signal your squad to ready up and prepare for your teams drop off. In the middle of situating yourself, you hear gunfire, heavy gunfire. The aircraft shakes, cause you to stumble a bit before catching yourself on the metal bars inside of the aircraft, ordering the men inside to hang on tight. "Heavy fire! Heavy fire taken!" Shouts the pilot from his cockpit. Soap coms though and says "hang on you guys, stay with us now!" He quickly sent. As the aircraft spins a bit, you find it at the opening of the aircraft that an RPG is heading directly towards you guys, making you shout "RPG!" Seconds before it hits the front of the aircraft, making you guys seriously losing altitude.

From Bravos squad in the hills, this was a horrid sight to see. As soon as you guys crashed down, fire erupted from the front of the aircraft, making Soap intensely worried as he called out through coms "Alpha team, How Copy?" Static erupted. "Alpha team, what's the casualties?" He stated again, but static was all that went though. He turns to Ghost who's already turned where Soap was, grabbing his walkie and stating, "Reaper, How Copy?"

Coughs erupted from your coms, "Ah! Two men down, 3 injured!" You exhale sharply out into coms. "It's a war zone here, we are taking heavy fire, I only have 2 other men who can fight!" You exclaim quickly. Soap looks at Ghost and states, "Right, heading your way." Immediately Ghost interjects, "Negative, we move forward with the plan, L.T Reaper and her squad can hold off Hassan's men as a distraction while we push forward." He confirms, sending his men straight to buildings 1 and 2. You give a "Roger, just don't take your sweet ass time." comment through coms as you and the lady remaining men on your squad hold off inside the aircraft. Occasionally, Soap radios to you on updates on your guys states, you giving him quick responses, hoping they'd quicken their pace through each buildings.

No sign of Hassan in either buildings, meaning now they had to rescue your team and move towards building 3. "Took y'all long enough." You retorted, seeing them within view entering the a-blazed space. Soap and the squad immediately step in, some of the men taking immediate action towards the injured men, while Soap and Ghost meet you inside.

"They're shooting from behind the tree line. If we can eliminate them then we can progress forward towards building 3 and still carry on the mission." You sharply say. Having Ghost keep his gaze at you for a moment before turning and facing the tree-line where fire was coming from, Soap crouches with you and asked if you're alright, giving him a simple "I'll be alright" before you both turn your attention to the tree-line with Ghost and fight back firepower with firepower.

It takes a while for the enemy gunfire to cease, having Soap think that it's over, until he hears heavy machines clanking behind the tree-line, making it very obvious that tanks now entered the field. More gunfire erupted, in turn shooting the private to your left dead in the head, dropping on the floor. 'Man, this could traumatize anyone', you thought to yourself, and it didn't take much from seeing that for your brain to start flushing through old memories. Memories you thought you suppressed for quite some time now.

You crouch down, holding your head within your hands, as now you can hear ungodly screams and terror fill your head. The sounds of gunfire happening right now before you adds to the mess, causing you to hyperventilate.

'Y/n! Y/n!!! We can't all escape, you have to go now!! DID YOU HEAR ME, I SAID GO BEFORE ITS TO LATE, HE'LL CATCH YOU IF YOU DON'T GO NOW!!!'

You can't, not like this, not right now. Get ahold of yourself!

Immediately gaining conscious to your surroundings, you prop yourself back up on a window to start giving gunfire back. While you were crouching, Ghost called in air support to eliminate the tanks and a few stragglers on the field. With the last man standing outside, Soap shoots him dead in the face.

"Is everyone alright?" Soap announces loudly, immediately putting his attention to the injured men, who'm he's already asked for the rest of the men on board who weren't injured, to take them back for a helicopter to come get them.

You stand yourself up, immediately walking yourself towards the opening of the aircraft, watching Soap help escort the injured men outside, you're distracted and didn't realize you had bumped into Ghost, who was facing you entirely.

"Jesus L.T, mind letting me know you're there next time or what?!" You step back, composing yourself before he could respond back.

"What the bloody hell was that I saw you do just then?..." oh shit.

[mintasa]

CIRCUS ~ CHAPTER 2

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x OC

Genre: Circus AU, murder mystery, slowburn

Warnings: Blood, injuries, mental problems, enemies to lovers?

Word count: 2,7k

Synopsis: A series of murders in a successful circus disturbs the life of a young stylist. With no place to go, she is keen on saving the circus, even if that means risking her own life to do so. As if things cannot go worse, a group of newbies join the hawock, seemingly not knowing what they're getting themselves into. Can she figure out the motives of the murderer and keep her crew together? Can the circus survive under the growing pressure and distrust?

Note: This is the first story I am publicly sharing. It is a work of fiction, although it may not fit the criteria of a traditional fanfic (I physically cannot write in the second-person narrative). Therefore, English is not my first language, and while I'm pretty fluent, I still make grammar errors, so apologies in advance.

The story is vaguely inspired by Circus MV

A huge tent is up. Standing proudly like a medieval castle. Everything is planned out and in place. The show is in an hour. That's when Nadya comes in clutch. As a stylist, she does a lot at the last minute. There are always malfunctions, and so on. She cannot rest.

Her workshop is in a well-lit corner of the tent. She just finished the last dancer's makeup. There are like thirty of them, so her hands are about to fall off. She glances and finds a little girl waiting for her turn. "Jihyun. You want me to match your makeup to your silks again?"

The little girl nods. One thing about our circus is that they like change. They experiment. This time, the theme is red and black. And although she doesn't enjoy red lipstick on a little girl, this time she will have to make it work.

Nadya finishes up quickly, lets the girl glance at her first, and makes sure she is satisfied. The girl grins, which can only mean one thing. "Good luck, Jihyun!" Nadya shouts before the girl can run away.

Her job for today is done. So now she can just poke her head out of the tent and enjoy the performances. The crowd is huge. She isn't even sure when they grew so big. Now she doesn't know how to continue. How to keep this up, but she will try. Nothing is permanent. One wrong step, and everything collapses, but she is not letting this circus collapse.

The lights go off as soon as the show is about to start. Then a single light lights up, and Amir shows up. One thing that stays consistent. The ringmaster starts the show. And Amir knows how to put one on.

As she is standing aside, enjoying the performance, she suddenly sees a familiar face. That Chan guy. He decided to come with his entire pack. They make eye contact, and now she has no choice but to greet them properly.

"Hi," she mutters to Chan, who gets pushed up front by force. Some of the guys are glaring at her intensity, having no clue who the girl is.

Chan smiles like an idiot, too wide. No one is ever that happy to see her. "The show is great," he announces, watching a little girl roll down her silks with grace.

"Thanks. Glad you could come," she says in an absurd attempt to match his enthusiasm. Nadya was not expecting to talk with them by herself; she's not as good with her words as Jun is.

"Me too. We are busy all the time, so it's nice to have some time off," Chan explains. Nadya looks at the guys, wondering what could be the thing that keeps them so occupied. Maybe she's better off not knowing, so she doesn't ask. "I was expecting to see you over there," Chan points to the stage.

Nadyas eyes widen with the words; somehow, just the idea of going onto that stage terrifies her. "Not my thing. I prefer the work behind the scenes," she replies.

"What do you do?"

"I mainly do makeup. "It's something I personally enjoy, and my work is silently admired; there's nothing more I can ask for," the girl shrugs. Not a lie, but not the truth either. Her teacher's words telling her she has potential are still vivid, making her question what she could have done if she pursued her dreams.

"Whatever makes you happy," Chan says, closing the topic.

His dismissive words sting for no apparent reason. The girl doesn't get why Chan questions whether she is happy with her job. She is. She is a coward. The coward's place is behind the scenes, and besides, she gets to do what she loves most. Create art.

Suddenly, Jun's head pops out of the dressing room. He waves to the guys before motioning for Nadya to come.

She is saved. Nadya excuses herself before disappearing behind a curtain. "What?"

Jun is way too giddy to be serious. That makes Nadya's fingers twitch with the urge to choke the guy. "I couldn't let you steal my man," he winks. An absurd response she should have expected. Whether he is just teasing her or is jealous, she will never know.

"Not my man," the girl says, rolling her eyes.

"Actually. Allen was looking for you. He ruined his shirt with wine or something," he explains.

Nadya sighs. It sounds like typical Allen. A mime that moves with incredible coordination can't hold a glass. Ironic.

"Tell him to put that shirt in the wash; I'll find another," Nadya commands and runs off. There are no bland shirts left, so a half-white, half-black shirt will have to do the job. It's not like she can remove stains that fast. She spots her coworker and helps him button up the shirt. Without her help, his clumsy fingers would take hours. "You owe me coffee," she says, patting Allen's shoulder playfully.

Allen is an awkward guy; even now, he barely cracks a smile. He is just built like that; no one questions it. "Coffee is not good for you. How about I treat you to a meal?"

A bold statement for Allen: "Is that wine getting to your head?"

He smiles almost shyly. "Maybe. I just had to ease my nerves a bit," Allen says, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Nadya can relate; you have to either be drunk or a bit mentally ill to get on that stage. Alcohol is liquid courage. Good for motivation.

"Well, you better not throw up out there," the girl comments half-jokingly.

"God, no, it's not that bad."

Suddenly, Kenna appears out of nowhere. "Nadya, could you spray my face with something? I'm sweating and the makeup is melting off," she complains.

Nadya looked at her closely; she had never witnessed that before. Kenna specializes in tricks with fire. Sure, it gets hot, but she's not usually that flushed. "Sit, I'll see what I can do," prompts Nadya, who strolls to her desk. She dabs a puff of powder before pressing it into the performer's skin. She is about to look cakey, but from afar, no one will notice.

Nadya frowns. It's not her best look. "I did my best," she announces after a brief examination. Sometimes she has to settle for practicality instead of looks.

Kenna barely glances at the mirror. "Thanks, you're a lifesaver!"

"I'm just doing my job. Why are you sweating this much?" The girl decides to pry. Curiosity is a silly trait her mother always lectured her for.

"Never done such a big show; I'm a bit nervous."

Those words confuse Nadya. Kenna is one of the most confident performers. If she is nervous, then how are others? Who is she to judge, though? "Reasonable. I could never. You have some guts," shrugs Nadya.

Then Nadya noticed one of the animal trainers looking around for something. Kenna runs off, and Nadya approaches the woman. "Looking for something?"

"Dear god! You almost gave me a heart attack," the bird trainer complains. Elis is in charge of the doves, and yet she is searching through clothing cabinets. "Have you seen my gloves by any chance? Doves made such a mess I have to clean up before their feathers get dirty."

"No, but I'm sure there's some in the medical kit," Nadya announces and walks away. To see the show. Jun is about to perform.

Nadya approaches her knight in shining armor. "You missed so much," Chan exaggerates. She can see why Jun is into him. Their enthusiasm is charming.

"There's nothing that I haven't seen," she replies smugly. "Jun is about to perform."

On those words, Jun walks out with a charming smile. The juggling starts. Each time he catches a ball at the last second, the crowd gasps. That only makes Jun smirk. He is not only a cocky bastard but also her best friend.

Chan leans towards the girl. "He is good."

"Can't disagree."

The performance ends, and the juggler bows to a roaring audience. The guys seemed to enjoy the performance as well. Nadya is glad Jun is getting the recognition he deserves. She is feeling like a proud mother, although Jun is a few months older.

A soft tune starts playing in the background, signaling that it's break time. Some go and buy popcorn, some rush to the toilet, and Nadya runs around doing errands.

She comes back after a while, and Chan approaches her. "I haven't introduced you to the guys," he states.

Nadya glances at the guys briefly and smiles. She was not planning on getting familiar, but now she can't run, can she?

Chan gestures to a buff guy first, and he looks intimidating enough for the girl to go mute. "Alright, the short one on the left is Changbin."

Changbin puffs his chest at the mention. "Don't forget to mention my muscles."

"Sure," Chan rolls his eyes. "Anyway next to him is Jeongin. Our youngest," he waves at the girl shyly. "The blonde one is Felix."

"Nice to meet you," he chimes, extending an arm for the girl to shake. She shakes it but still eyes Felix suspiciously. He has a surprisingly deep voice that doesn't fit in with his boyish features.

"He was also raised in Australia," Chan adds. "The one staring too hard is Jisung. Don't mind him; it's a bit too much for him," he points at the guy who redirects eye contact immediately.

"Well, no one in our team bites. I can't say that about the tigers, though," Nadya utters in a surprisingly sassy manner.

"Tigers?" Jisung perks up.

The girl smiles innocently. "Whoopsie, spoilers."

"The brooding one next to him is Minho. He's just not good with new people. The one next to him is Seungmin, and the long-haired one is Hyunjin," he announces.

Nadya scans the guys, trying to recall their names. Unfortunately, with no luck. Her eyes are on the guy who glared at her on New Year's Eve; now she can return the gesture.

The sound of Amir's voice snaps her out of their thoughts, and she claps her hands, rocking on her heel. "Well, nice to meet you all. Since Jun is done, I think he will be more than happy to keep you company while I have matters to attend to. I'll be off," she smiles before disappearing behind the curtain. Now she will be able to breathe without eight pairs of eyes on her.

Jun approaches Nadya suddenly. "Was I cool?"

The girl rolls her eyes playfully. "Incredibly. Now go say hi to your crush," she ushers him off.

Distressed Miguel enters. "Did anyone see one of my knives? It is missing."

Misha groans while stretching and preparing for her stunt. She might as well be the most flexible person Nadya knows. "Maybe if you'd stop using them as butter knives, they wouldn't go missing," she taunts the man.

"I did put it back after. Now it's not on the rack," he complains.

Don't you have spare ones?" Nadya chimes.

He thinks. "I do, but I still need to find that one. It's expensive," he complains again.

"Treat them with care if they are so valuable," Nadya comments, and Misha high-fives her.

"I value them by not letting dust collect on a shelf," he argues, and Nadya just backs up in defense. She doesn't want to be on the blacklist of a guy who wields knives.

Someone's phone starts ringing and scares the group. Nadya stares at it, hesitating wherever she should answer. It's an unknown number. She decides not to and walks to the kitchen. "Someone left their phone on my desk; it was ringing," she announces.

Adele almost chokes on her food. She always goes onto the stage full. It doesn't just relieve her stress; it also weighs her down. Nadya doesn't believe in her bit, but if it works, it works. "I swear to God, I'm so stressed. Did you answer it?"

Nadya shakes her head. "Was it someone important?"

"No, probably just my boyfriend. He got a new number recently," she answers. "Where did I leave the phone again?

"On my desk."

"Right, your desk."

Nadya doesn't like being in the presence of eight men, so she doesn't come out backstage again and decides to snack.

That's when Azara appears right after her performance, still holding her hoops under her arm. She pants heavily as she sits down in front of Nadya. "The performance flew by. It's still unreal," she excitedly tells her coworker.

"Yeah, it's an honor to be performing in front of such crowds," agrees Nadya.

"That, but also the money. Can you imagine what else we could do? I hope we earn a good vacation after the tour ends," she sighs and leans back in her chair.

"I don't know what I would do if I had free time," Nadya shrugs.

"There is a lot to do. We could go somewhere together. Just us girls," she offers happily. Everyone is happy with the praise they're getting, but for how long can they keep it up? With exposure comes responsibility.

"What are you girls up to?" smiles the ringmaster, still in his long coat. He may have a break, but he has to close the show too.

"We were talking about the future," Dreamily sighs Azara.

"The future is bright! Even more so if we stop holding back," Amir claims.

"Holding back?" Nadya points out.

"We could perform overseas. Tour America," explains Amir cheerfully. "I just need to sort some stuff out first."

"We are about to get that full-world tour," Araza smiles. Even Nadya can't help but match the enthusiasm; it's contagious.

This day should last forever. Everyone is so happy. Nadya is finally at home. With the people she adores and her job, she looks forward each time.

The lights go out as the show ends. The performers all come to the stage to bow. The end of day one is successful; now all they have to worry about is that each day goes like this one.

Jun comes backstage and engulfs Nadya in a crushing hug. She would normally push him away, but this time, she let him enjoy the moment. If he is happy, she is happy. Soon another pair of arms loops around them, and they're soon trapped in a big group hug.

Nadya pulls a bit and scrunches her nose at Jun. "You stink," she comments. Everyone is so sweaty, and now she is sweaty too.

He just ruffles his friend's hair. "Let's have a drink!" he suddenly announces. He eyes Jihyun. "Not you. You'll have plenty of time to do that when you're older."

Jihyun looks at him smugly. She is not as innocent as she looks. She steals the alcohol when everyone gets drunk enough to not care.

"We are missing Mr. Orlo. Somebody get him," announces Amir as he shrugs his coat off.

Misha runs off. The drinks spread around the room. Soon, a shot ends up in Nadya's hand. She downs it without thinking. Alkohol doesn't taste that bad. People are dramatic.

Rushing footsteps echo through the tent. Misha gasps as she tries to take a breath.

"What's wrong?" Questions Taraji. Their self-proclaimed mother. She's good with people. Perks of training animals.

"Mr. Orlo," she gasps out.

"Did he forget his medicine again?" asks Taraji.

Misha shakes her head. Everyone is confused, and Miguel is the first to move. He moves towards the boss's office. Nadya follows closely behind, but at the doorway, he just stops. Nadya has no choice but to look over his shoulder.

She wishes she hadn't. The sight she sees is pure horror. Her boss is slumped over his desk. A knife is sticking out of his back, and blood is pooling around his boots.

Nadya stumbles backward. Jun slips his hand into hers for comfort, although he is equally, if not more, disturbed. All Nadya sees is red.

Suddenly, everyone starts rushing. Calling the police and the ambulance, Nadya can only stand there, trying to wake up from that awful nightmare. Maybe she is not meant to get her happily ever after.

[crossdressingdeath]

For the character design ask game: face (really curious about his smile!), stillness, bling and makeup for Kyvir?

I love reading your reactions as you play. They're really cool!! And I love Kyvir too ❤️

OKAY I CAN FINALLY DO THESE. Character design questions are here!

face: Describe your OC's face. What's their smile like? Are their orbs cerulean? What would someone notice first when looking at them? Kyvir usually has a sweet, charming smile, the sort you'd expect from a professional performer. It could put anyone at ease, provided they don't notice how it doesn't quite reach his eyes (which they usually don't; he's a very accomplished liar). When he grins, though, it usually serves as a sharp reminder of why you should be wary of any animal that bares its teeth. (His real smile is a little softer and often a lot sadder than his performer smile.) His orbs are not cerulean, no; they're purple with a ring of green around the pupil, and they glow. Which would be concerning if he wasn't a tiefling! But he is, so they're not all that unusual really. As for what people notice first about him... I think before Orin's betrayal it was probably his hair; it's red and purple, and before everything went to shit he kept it very long and developed a certain vanity surrounding it after Gortash introduced him to things like not looking like he lived in a sewer. It's nowhere near as impressive post-amnesia (it's still striking, but Kressa chopped most of it off because it got in the way of her experiments so it's less dramatic), but even if it was the thing people would probably notice first is the fresh scars across his face and neck from Orin's attack.

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest? It depends on what he's doing. If he's just relaxing he'll often sway back and forth on his feet (if he's standing) or tap out the beat to whatever song is in his head at the time against his thigh or any nearby surface (including his companions! Whether they find that endearing or deeply irritating depends on the companion), or play with his earrings and hair. When he's stressed his hair ends up kind of a mess because he keeps tugging it out of its bun to braid bits of it. He also tends to get twitchy if he goes more than a couple days without a kill or gets to hurt someone but not actually finish them off. If he's actively hunting someone or in the middle of something important, though, he... well, have you seen a cat stalking its prey? Yeah, that's basically him when he's got something specific to focus on.

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning? A pair of skull earrings he stole when he was in his early teens, not entirely sure why he wanted them so badly but knowing he did. He's acquired other jewellery since then, but he's kept those earrings (and they're actually the only bit of jewellery he's still got on him post-amnesia). He also has a gold ring engraved with a flower design that matches his tattoo from Gortash which they have both said very firmly is not a wedding or engagement ring enough times and with enough intensity that pretty much everyone who knows about it is pretty sure they're lying, but Orin stole that in order to throw it in Gortash's face (literally and figuratively) after she tadpoled him, so he doesn't recover it until act 3 when Gortash gives it back. He wears it on a chain around his neck rather than on his finger so it doesn't get all gross and bloody.

makeup: Does your OC wear makeup? How often? What kind? Why do they wear makeup, and do they like it? Usually he wears dark green eyeliner, which was once again something he picked up from Gortash (who thought his previous habit of slathering on so much black eyeshadow that his eyes appeared to exist in a void was a bit much for the companion of a lord). He loves it, because the first time he tried it out was also the first time he actually got all prettied up just to look good for himself rather than for a scheme or mark and he just... never looked back. The Absolutists actually left him some of his eyeliner when they decided on the gear they'd send him out with because everyone who knew him knew how much he liked it, and even if they put him in an incredibly stupid outfit and stole most of his shit they weren't entirely heartless about it. Actually, one of the first thing he does on arriving in Baldur's Gate is tracking down the shop where he got it from just to make sure he doesn't run out. He used to wear more dramatic red makeup for parties, but. obviously he's not going to many of those under the circumstances.

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Sauna

Summary: Taehyung always makes you wait on him, but he is going to make sure you learn that he should never have to wait on you.

Trigger Warnings: Smut, Smut, Smut, abuse, Dom/sub-themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic, ambiguous torture.

Taehyung

Yandere!Taehyung

Dom!Taehyung

You've been waiting for Taehyung for hours now. Once again work claims his time and focus. Luckily his luxurious house has plenty to keep you entertained. Knowing Tae, it could be anywhere from 30 minutes to 8 hours that he's locked away. So while you patiently wait for him to be available you decide to make use of the sauna. You know you'll be able to quickly shower and be ready for him within a few minutes when he calls. And he won't mind wet hair or a lack of makeup. He isn't interested in anything like that. He just wants you in position ready for him.

Spending lots of 20 minutes, you cycle through small sessions in the heat and steam with rests in between. It gets to near 90 minutes and on your fourth time heading into the sauna you can feel you are just about at your limit, your head starting to become a bit light.

After only 5 minutes more you decide to cut it short. You remember you haven't really drunk enough water throughout the day and you don't want to risk overdoing it and becoming dazed with Taehyung.

Standing up, you bundle your towel wiping at the sweat dripping from your forehead. You jump as you bring it down, startled by Taehyung standing in the doorway suddenly, looking displeased.

"Ignoring my calls are you?" He opens the sauna door questioning sternly. Your smile changes into a frown of confusion. He called? He never called. Or at least your phone never rang.

"No," you shake your head feeling flustered at suddenly being put on the spot. Passing him diffidently he backs out of the doorway and allows you to exit into the cooldown room.

"Then why did I have to come searching for you?" he berates.

You know you checked the volume. You purposefully made it as loud as you could because you wanted to make sure you would hear it over the music in the sauna. You pick up your phone only to find it dead. You checked the volume but not the battery, and you didn't think to look at it in the past hour, not wanting to touch it while you were sweaty.

Putting the phone face down, sheepishly you turn around. Taehyung hates to be kept waiting. It's something he never tolerates. And you know what he'll say. That being careless is not a sufficient excuse.

"I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again." You apologize contritely, nervously fiddling with your fingers.

"That's not what I asked girl." He demands an answer to his question. The laid back manner with which he stands does not match the harshness of his tone or wording. Usually, he calls you with some variation of little girl or baby girl or good girl. But when it's just girl, you know you've upset him.

"I- my phone died." You pick it up to prove it to him. "I'm sorry" you mumble.

“So what your saying is your lack of attention has caused me to wait on you.”  He scolds, his stare hardening.

While you feel bad, you’re starting to get frustrated. He's being hypocritical. It’s not like you did it on purpose. It was an accident and he’s being too harsh. “Well, I had to wait for you too. Like, nearly 3 hours.” You argue back, instantly regretting your stupid lack of impulse control.

"Excuse me," He challenges with a tight jaw. You know it's rhetorical and not meant to be answered. The best thing is to stay silent and continue to look down at your fingers.

For a moment too long he is quiet and motionless. Your eyes flick up to see what kind of response he is having, only to see him standing stiffly, his features tight as he assesses you unblinkingly. You're feeling dumb, knowing you've just put yourself in a bad position at the start of your weekend session with Tae.

You audibly whimper from nerves, wanting to undo some of the damage. "I'm sor-"

“Come here Y/n”. He interrupts, holding his hand out for you. From his demeanour, you know you're in trouble, but your not sure how yet. However, slightly apprehensively, you accept his outreached hand.

He opens the sauna door, holding it wide and gesturing for you to enter. You pause hesitantly unsure of where he is going with this.

"After making you wait so long for me, I would hate to interrupt you. Go back in. I'll even join you." Now it's his eerily pleasant tone that doesn't match his observable frustration and the slowly tightening grip on your wrist.

Lightly you shake your head, not wanting to say any variation of the word no. "I-it's okay, Sir. I was done."

"Go in." And now to your dismay, the chill of his voice and his body language match. He orders you into the sauna pointedly, his expression daring you to debate it further.

Swallowing heavily, you can't help the way his domineering tone is filling your stomach with butterflies. Even when he gets scary- especially when he gets scary- you find him so attractive. But you know you need to take this moment seriously, or risk getting yourself further into strife.

You nod, going back into the sauna, the warm wet heat swarming around you again quickly making your breath feel smothered. Sitting on one of the wooden benches, you get lower trying to get out of the rising heat. Sweat right away returning to your brow and neck.

After a few minutes, Taehyung comes in, having removed his clothes. He puts down a towel and sits alongside you, resting back with his arms up on either side, his eyes closed as he enjoys the warmth. You try to do the same. But even after a little while more, you're becoming more and more uncomfortable. You try to bear it as long as you can, but as another 10 minutes pass your head begins to thump, your eyes becoming unfocused.

"Okay." You say standing up with a wobble. "This was really nice. But I'm getting a little dizzy. I think I should go out."

"Sit down." He says without opening his eyes. You're looking through the glass door to the cool of the outside longingly. It's starting to hurt being in here, but you're sure Tae knows that.

"Please, Sir. I don't feel well." You try again to plead your point. Despite your discomfort, you still don't want to act on your own. Outrightly disobeying him would disregard everything that your relationship is built on.

"Do you really want to test me right now, little girl?" He says, his head rested back with a smirk.

"You're being unfair." You pout, lightly stomping your foot.

He chuckles, rolling his head forward. "The answer's yes apparently." He stands and your gaze drops to eye height looking at his collar bone. He steps towards you and you step back. And again. Pushing you to the other side of the room. Your legs come into contact with the bench and as he steps at you again, with nowhere left to go, you fall down onto the seat, coming face height with his lower stomach and crotch.

An embarrassed glow fans over your cheeks as you realize what your first impulse is. You stifle a giggle, biting your lip.

"Little Y/n, who's in charge here?"

Those words said in that deep tone have you momentarily forgetting how dehydrated and sick you feel. His voice sending a wave of shivers down your spine and up your neck.

"You are." You purr back, having to push your thighs together with a new kind of heat rushing through your stomach.

"And when I tell you to do something, you do it. Isn't that right?" His salacious words are accompanied by his hand curling around your jaw, his thumb resting on your lips pressing for entrance into your mouth. Instinctually, you open for him and suck his thumb, looking up at him with wide eyes. There's a small lustful smile on his face and in his eyes. But it's the way he licks and bites his lip that has another bolt of heat shooting through your core.

You nod to his question, sucking firmer, taking it deeper and rubbing your tongue along it. Emboldened by the ravenous look in his eye.

Taehyung removes his hand, it shoving your shoulder, making you crash back into the wall. He grabs your legs and roughly throws them onto the double-tiered bench, having you lay along it. Climbing on top of it, he pushes himself between your legs making you spread them wider to accommodate him. Right away you nearly melt feeling his hardening member.

"When I tell you to sit, you don't argue. Do you?" He leans over the top of you, his hand rested next to your head.

"No, Sir." You whisper back breathlessly, shaking your head.

He presses his hips down, rubbing himself between your legs, slipping effortlessly with how wet you already are. You buck upwards trying to encourage him to go further, trying to meet him that last little bit to get what your craving.

"And when I tell you to wait for my call, you make sure to wait patiently and be a good girl for me, don't you?"

"Yes," you pant.

He smirks, approving of your answers. His lips come to yours, licking over your bottom lip before his tongue enters your mouth. Slowly he sinks deep inside you, making you moan and whine.

"You don't need to ask Y/n. Cum as much as you want. But you don't move till I'm done."

A small excited smile fills your face, and you nod back. As far as punishments go, this one seems great. He's not denying you, and he said you can cum as much as you want, so he's not going to overstimulate you. At the moment, you can't see the downside.

Gradually he starts to move, and you bring your hips up to his to match his rhythm, groaning and moaning the whole time. It isn't long until Taehyungs skilled strokes have you exploding around him, giving you the ecstasy you sought after.

But as your high starts to fade, you again gain clarity and realization of your surroundings. You're no longer desperately working towards release and you can again feel the hot air going down your throat. The excess heat of Taehyungs skin on yours. The way your bodies slip along one another due to sweat, or the sweat dripping from Tae's body all over you. You're wet and sore and the longer he continues, even as he brings you to another orgasm, it feels tainted with the suffocation of the sweltering heat.

Taehyung can see it. The look of excitement you had, turning swiftly into one of worry and distress as your distraction faded. And he is revelling once again in how transparent your emotions are to him. Enjoying being able to see how you're suffering but still obeying him.

As he makes you cum for a third time, your body throbs in pleasure but your head thumps in pain. Your chest hurting and your breath short. Your eyes getting glassy. A sick feeling nudging at the back of your throat.

He keeps going, unrelenting for far too long. Keeping himself slow and steady, breaking to kiss and paw at you every now and then to draw it out even longer.

With a stolen glance at the clock on the wall, you can only estimate that he has been fucking you for at least 30 minutes. It's too much. You're so past your limit you can barely keep your eyes open or move. You want to ask him to stop, but you know his order not to move including asking if you could. And you are aware it wasn't a suggestion.

By the time Taehyung finally cums, you're completely spent, nearly unconscious. So much so that after taking a second to catch his own breath, he has to carry you out of the sauna.

As he lays you on the bench in the cool-down room, your body is shivering with dehydration. Any second now, you fear you're going to throw up. Or completely pass out.

But Taehyung doesn't care. He hates to wait on you and he knows he certainly made his point. His only care is that he makes sure you're not confused as to why your suffering right now. "The next time I tell you to wait for me, Y/n," He clarifies with a stern tone, tapping your face lightly to make sure your eyes are open, "I expect you to be actively waiting, and to come running the second I call. Am I understood?"