#why is he eternally boyfriend shaped

[ballpitwitch]

The Matrix Resurrections: Featurettes

[moonstruckme]

could i request poly!marauders with reader who has trouble sleeping/insomnia pls? it’s so frustrating not being able to sleep and seeing everyone sleeping and then having a raging head and being exhausted throughout the days,,, just want someone to make the nights a little less stressful :((

Sorry for the long wait sweetness! Thanks for requesting

modern au

poly!marauderes x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You want desperately to know what time it is. With the blackout curtains covering the windows and the digital clock stowed away in the drawer of the nightstand, it’s impossible to guess whether the sun is rising outside or if it’s only an hour past when you went to bed. You honestly have no idea. It feels like you’ve been lying here for an eternity, willing yourself to relax, but in your experience it’s equally likely that ten minutes have gone by. 

It’s that much worse with your boyfriends snoozing all around you. You envy Sirius’ open-mouthed snore. You feel trapped. You want to be sleeping with them but you can’t, so you want them to be awake with you, but waking them would be cruel. When you’d first gone to bed James had held you up against him, but it hadn’t taken long after he’d fallen asleep for him to roll over, unconsciously abandoning you between his and Remus’ backsides. Remus is a light enough sleeper that you know he’ll wake if you try to get out of bed, so you’re stuck here, staring into the formless black of your room, not knowing how much longer you have to endure it. 

Eventually you sit up on your elbow, reaching over Remus to check the time on your phone. Your hand is arrested just above the nightstand. 

“What,” Remus’ voice is croaky. “What’re you doing?” 

You don’t answer, knowing an honest one will only earn you a scolding. Remus rolls over and takes you hand with him. You can just barely see the outline of his head in the darkness, but you can feel his warm breath fanning across your face. 

“You know it’s only going to make things worse,” he says quietly. 

“It's worse not knowing,” you whisper. 

Remus sighs, rubbing his thumb into the meat of your palm. Some of your apprehension eases just from having him awake with you. “I’m sorry, sweet girl.” His voice is barely a murmur, but you can feel James starting to stir at your back. “I still think we have to try what the doctor said for now, okay?” 

He pushes his warm palm flat against yours, coaxing a small “okay” out of you. 

“I can stay up with you.” 

“No,” you say, despite the selfish voice in your head going Yes!. Remus needs more sleep than the rest of you to begin with, and you’re more accustomed to going without it than he is. “That’s okay, you should sleep.” 

You’re bracing yourself for his denial when James rolls over behind you, one big arm wrapping around your front. 

“Hey,” he slurs, “where’d you go?” 

You smother a laugh and Remus makes a similarly amused sound, likely guessing what had really happened. He reaches the hand not holding yours over your head to pet James’ hair. 

“I didn’t go anywhere,” you say softly. 

“Stay put this time, hm?” James replies fondly, giving your middle a squeeze. “Y’supposed to be on cuddle duty.” 

This time you can’t suppress it, and a little giggle escapes you. “Sorry,” you say. 

Remus hums in gentled remonstrance, you’re not sure at whom. 

“You’re all being terribly loud,” Sirius groans, and then there’s a shape leering over James’ head, doubtlessly glowering down at the three of you. “Why are we awake?”

“Someone couldn’t sleep,” Remus murmurs. 

Sirius makes a whiny pitying sound, reaching over James to paw blindly at you. You inhale when his perpetually freezing fingers fumble at your collarbone. James saves you, clasping Sirius’ hand in his own. 

“What else is new,” you try to joke. It comes out sounding more glum than you’d like. “Sorry I woke you guys.” 

“No, don’t be, angel.” James’ hand finds its way underneath your sleep shirt, thumb stroking the skin just above your navel. “We’d rather be awake with you anyway.” 

Sirius makes a sound like he could disagree, but his slender fingers burrow into your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp the way he knows you like. You bear the cold for his sake. 

“There’s no point in us all being awake,” you say, though you’re nearly purring from all the loving. “S’not your problem.” 

Sirius tsks. “We’ve been over this, doll. Your problems are ours, too.” 

You hum like Yeah, I know. Sirius takes in a breath like he might say more, but Remus comes to your rescue. 

“Do you want one of us to rub your back, dove?” 

That sounds amazing, actually. But you’re not sure if it’ll help, and you don’t want to put your boyfriends to work if there’s no promise it’ll do anything. “That’s okay,” you say. 

“No, come on.” James is already turning you in his arms. He cozies up to your front, big palm splayed out over your back. “We’re supposed to get you relaxed, right?” 

You nod, and his chest feels warm against your cheek. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep, though.” 

“That’s okay,” he replies readily. “Let’s just give it a try, yeah?”

You hum, acquiescence inlaid with guilt. From behind James, you hear Sirius chide you quietly (“Stop that”) and you know he’s heard it. James likely does too, but he ignores it, big palm beginning to move in broad, slow circles on your back. You try to help as best you can, relaxing into his hold and shutting your eyes. Even so, you grow tenser with frustration the longer it doesn’t work. 

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Remus murmurs behind you. His words brush over your nape like a caress. “Relax. Listen to his heartbeat.” 

You nestle your face closer to James’ chest, and he increases the pressure on your back as if to keep you there. You can hear the steady bump-bump of his heart as well as feel it against your cheek, and something about it has a tranquilizing effect on your own. It creates a beat to match the rhythm of his hand gliding along your back, steady and unwavering. You can hear your own breathing matching up to his, Remus’ too. Distantly, you become aware that Sirius is snoring again, but the thought dissipates half-formed. Your limbs feel warm and soft as wax. 

You don’t notice James moving until his lips come down on the top of your head, his palm still wearing its same track into your back. “Love you,” he says. 

You think you echo the sentiment, but you’re too far gone to know for sure.

[spideysbruh]

Thank You GQ

a/n- the lil ~ means a passage of time

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tchalamet GQ.

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y/n two years. you've dealt with every part of me and you're still here with me. I love you more than anything my silly boy. I'll always remember the GQ issue that finally gave me the courage to dm you 💀💀

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tchalamet thank you once again GQ. i think i'm much more mature this time around. and thank you for getting me the love of my life with the 2020 issue, I am eternally grateful.

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[alessiamalfoyzabini]

can you make a fic about yan!fboyjk and yan!cheaterjk for me? i don’t have a specific plot in my mind so you can do anything to your liking :))

Pairing | cheater!fboy!yan!Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 4.242

Warnings | +18, talk about marriage and cheating, smut, dubcon, fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex (f. receiving), Jungkook is sweet but also scary, angst, forced relationship, manipulation

Yandere genre is very strong, if you don't like it, don't read. If you are not of age, don't read. I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | You want to leave Jungkook, but he is not of the same opinion, It doesn't matter if he did wrong, you are his.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! Thank you for the request! I hope you like the story, please ask me for more stories, I am happy to write for you 🥰

You and Jungkook have been always sure about your future, you would get married and live happily ever after like in the most beautiful fairy tale. So why are you crying? Why do you refuse to take your eyes off that scene? Your brain refuses to recognize those angelic features that had caught you in a dense network of colorful, sparkling dreams as a child. That cannot be the same man who swore to you in front of all your relatives eternal love, with a ring in his hand and a wonderful, sweet smile drawn on his lips. Yet who can it be but Jungkook, the man who at that moment holds in his arms a woman unknown to you? You went to the gym to surprise your boyfriend, he had been disappearing for hours for some time under the guise of training for the wedding, he wanted to keep in shape to be perfect for you… just for you. But there he is, at the entrance of the gym whispering something in the ear of the blond-haired woman, who in return smiles cheekily at his joke, running a hand over his strong, trained chest. They seem very close, there is definitely confidence between them. You finally look away, feeling incredibly wrong, and take a step back, then another and another.

You start running in the opposite direction, all to forget that scene, to forget Jungkook's smug eyes staring at a woman who is not you. When you get home you feel incredibly weak, you sit almost collapsing on the bed, in your brain a bunch of ideas start swirling around in your head, ideas that block your breath in your throat. It's not even the first time it's happened, you realize, it's happened before that you've noticed something strange in your relationship, but you've never given it any credence. You don't want to think anymore. Forget, forget, forget.

"Smells good, love," the man leaves a sweet kiss on your neck, pressing his soft lips to caress your skin, "Is my girl getting ready to spoil me yet?" Jungkook holds you tightly in his arms, practically purring against your body. You find yourself smiling between his cuddles, continuing to stir the meat stew simmering in the pot. "You're just saying that because you're hungry," you chuckle gently. You found yourself shaking like a leaf in anxiety for days, believing that sooner or later Jungkook would come to you to tell you that he was leaving you for another woman, but none of that happened, Jungkook is still the same, showering you with attention and adoring you, and still wanting to marry you. Perhaps you had misunderstood the situation, that blond woman must be a friend and you jumped to conclusions, you should have asked Jungkook for explanations, but you still feel something holding you back from doing so. It is fear, a deep and treacherous fear.

"I say this because you are too good to me," he whispers seriously, causing you to turn toward him. His serious eyes chain yours and you feel lost, watching the wonder of that glittering obsidian staring at you encompassing you with possession, Jungkook licks his lips, the rosy soft tip furrowing those inviting petals before he moves closer to you, the electricity between your bodies bursting into lightning bolts as your lips meet, softly joining in an adoring kiss full of dominance. Somehow Jungkook manages to turn off the stove behind you, grabbing your head in a grip that forces you to deepen the kiss under the pressure of his hot tongue pressing repeatedly on your lips to demand access to your mouth. In each touch of Jungkook you lose yourself, accepting the force with which he takes your lips moaning and grabbing a few wavy strands of hair between your fingers. His tongue entwines with yours creating a wet and sensual dance, feeling him slow and hot inside your mouth turns you on in an incredible way. His taste is dope and Jungkook thinks the same of yours, sucking your tongue like delicious candy and smiling. It is always like that, if he wants something, he takes it. And you at that moment happily offer him your body, your feelings and your soul. They are all his.

He grips your hips in his hands, pressing you against his hot body, he needs you and with trembling legs you leave him in charge, he takes you to the couch where he makes you lie down leaving behind a trail of light, soft kisses along your jaw and neck, he stares at you now with half-closed eyes, the man finds himself thinking that you probably don't know how much you are actually giving him. With your clothes now on the floor and your panties lowered to your knees you let your head fall back, clenching your lower lip between your teeth, gentle waves of pleasure envelop your body, Jungkook with one hand travels up your belly to stop at your breasts, which he squeezes possessively as he wraps his tongue around your swollen clitoris, licking and sucking it repeatedly before poking your soggy slit with his fingertips, entering it only slightly, just enough to let your sweet essence out and lick it away with his tongue and enjoy the taste of you that has always driven him wild. You're getting closer and closer to your first orgasm, and you know it won't be the only one; you squeeze his head between your soft, smooth thighs, but he forces you to stay still by pushing his palms on your delicate skin, continuing to eat away at your quivering folds until a wonderful, satisfying sensation grips your belly and explodes into millions of tiny stars behind your closed eyelids.

"Jungkook! S-stop!" you shake your hips trying to make him stop and he stops only after sucking your sensitive pearl against his palate one last time. Kissing your folds and moving up your skin he stops at your belly, licking slowly down to your navel and you shudder still shaken from your orgasm, he only begins to remove his pants and boxers once he reaches your breasts, where he breathes in the scent of your soft skin and takes a delicate nipple in his mouth, attaching it and beginning to caress it with the tip of his tongue, sending delicious shivers throughout your body. "Open those beautiful legs for me, sweetheart," he gives you two light pats on the knee and makes you spread your legs wide, satiating his hungry, smug eyes. He loves the power you let him wield over you. You lick your lips at the sight of his straining, cum-shiny cock, wanting to taste it, to feel that length filling your mouth and leaving you breathless, but Jungkook pushes you back against the couch firmly, shaking his head amusedly. "Later, love," he murmurs finally taking off the tight t-shirt he is wearing, you find yourself gazing at his defined and gorgeous abs with the driest of throats, he doesn't let you touch him to your disappointment, you want to caress his chest, play with his sensitive nipples, but with a firm, hard kiss he guides himself between your legs, sinuously sliding into your wet entrance with his thick, hard cock, you widen your eyes and a deep moan leaves your throat. Your sensitive folds vibrate delightedly with each of his slow, firm lunges, your arms wrap around his neck and your hips move with his, in the room you can only hear the sounds of your bodies coming together and your wheezing moans, Jungkook grunts in your ear something after a particularly hard thrust and your eyes narrow, the thick tip of his cock is hitting a particularly sensitive spot that makes more moisture gush from your pussy.

"Jungkook, I'm coming again," you whimper softly inhaling his scent, the man nods as he continues to press into that sensitive area, and you move his hair behind his ear before leaving a kiss on one side of his neck. Then something makes you miss a beat. You hadn't noticed it before because it was hidden by his rather long hair, but just below his ear is a mark. It looks like a mark- a hickey -the color is tending toward purple and your heartstrings tug painfully.

You drive your nails into his shoulders with frost enveloping your limbs, you don't want to look any further, tears accumulate in the corners of your eyes and Jungkook blames your oncoming climax, he kisses them drying them with his lips and that gesture makes you scream internally, why is he so sweet and attentive? It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair. With his free hand he reaches down between your bodies beginning to circle with his thumb around your clit, his pelvis moves faster, he is coming, soon he would fill you with his cum and for the first time ever you find yourself faking an orgasm with Jungkook, your delicate walls tighten around his cock, accompanying him to the end of his pleasure, but you feel nothing more. Jungkook collapses on top of you, kissing your forehead and cheeks, then finishing with your lips, but your heart is shattered. The man you love does not actually love you. "I love you, Y/N," he says, a lie you are no longer willing to believe.

There was always something wrong with the attention Jungkook was getting at school, you often attended the same classes and you always got the evil eyes of the other girls on you, you had even tried to ask the boy why, but he had always explained that they were simply jealous of your relationship and you were not supposed to pay attention to them. And you had believed him, after all, you always believed him. But now you regret giving him all that power.

"Jungkook, do you have another woman?" Your wedding is only a month away, and you can't marry a man who doesn't love you. Jungkook from his side almost chokes on his energy drink, he stares at you as if you had two heads instead of one, you are in the parking lot of his gym, you went to pick him up and you can tell he had recently showered, the ends of his hair are still damp and curled. "Shit, Y/N! Is that something to tell your future husband? We're getting married in exactly one month, heck no! I don't have another woman!" he blurts out seemingly speechless, you tighten your lips in response. "Hey ... Baby, what's going on?" he whispers softly, trying to take your chin between his fingers, but you quickly flinch away from him, who rolls his eyes in response. "What's going on is this, Jungkook," you growl, suddenly lifting some dark locks from his neck, exposing a small but remarkable detail. There are slight bite marks that are healing, you had noticed it a few days before, but you didn't have the courage to point it out, until now.

You're tired, you don't want to put up with such a situation anymore. "Stop teasing me, I hate it when you're so sweet to me, when it's clear that you're having fun behind my back with who knows how many other women!" you shout with glazed eyes, Jungkook immediately losing the confusion etched on his face, finally letting a serious and icy look shine through. "This is not the place to talk about this, Y/N. Let's go home," he hisses, not even trying to deny it one more time. This shocks you deeply. He doesn't seem to care that you finally know the truth. "I really think this is the right place, instead" you don't want to cry, so you hold back your tears by chasing them back, "You lied to me and betrayed me, I don't want to marry a man like you" the disgust in your voice makes him wince, if he thought he was going to solve things by using some bullshit catchphrases, well, he was very wrong. You make to get out of the car, you would have taken a cab rather than be with him again in that cramped and stifling space, you want to vent your emotions in a more secluded place, but Jungkook tightens a hand around your wrist.

"Don't you want to marry a man like me? My love, you may not realize that you have no other choice! We have always been together and we will always be together! You swore it to me more than once and you even did it in front of our parents!" he exclaims fiercely, tightening his grip painfully, you squeeze your eyes shut in pain. "You're hurting me," you murmur terrified by his sudden change. "Well, maybe you deserve it, don't you think?" he asks cruelly. You know Jungkook particularly cares about his parents' judgment, but you didn't think he would go that far to make them happy, so a worse doubt germinates in you. "You never loved me! You only want to be with me because our parents always wanted it that way" you want to vomit, were you really that blind? Jungkook quickly shakes his head, "Of course I love you, even though you're making me angry with this absurd talk of yours." "You don't love me, if you really loved me you wouldn't cheat on me with other women" you find the strength to break free from his grip, your pulse is red and pumping blood quickly. "I-" he freezes, his eyes dark with fury, "You don't understand, you can't blame me alone for all this!"

Jungkook knows he was wrong; in fact, he wouldn't have even wanted to start. But when you got together you were young and you had insisted on losing your virginity only once you had reached adulthood and thus the necessary maturity, you did not want your first time to be driven only by the pure hormonal instincts of two teenagers, and Jungkook had never had the courage to insist, because you seemed quite convinced about your ideas. But he needed what you were unwilling to give him, and so he cheated on you for the first time in a school bathroom after class, and he had hated himself no matter how many more countless times, but the more he got the more he wanted more, and even when you had finally given yourself to him, cheating had become an impossible vice to let go of, and the idea that you would always be left waiting for him was particularly tempting. But now it no longer seems that way; you want to leave, to leave him, and he cannot allow it. "You drove me crazy with your constant 'We're too young' or 'Let's wait a little longer'!" You open your mouth wide in shock, "No, don't blame me! You never told me you were against my ideas, and anyway, that's no reason to betray a person you say you love."

You have to get out of that car, you can't wait a second longer. The situation is worse than you thought, he has been cheating on you since the beginning of your story, you are nauseated. "You disgust me," you say before you open the door, you turn to get out, but suddenly your vision goes black, you feel Jungkook press his hand against your nose and mouth, before wrapping an arm around your neck.

When you wake up you realize you are no longer in the car, but you are not even in your house. The only thing you remember is Jungkook making you faint, then nothingness. You look around and what you see is a small room, the walls are lilac and it's littered with puppets of all kinds and colors, the mirror in front of the single bed you're lying on makes it clear the way you've been dressed. You're wearing a high school uniform and your hands are tied to the headboard, you widen your eyes and try to free yourself by pulling at the fabric used to hold you like that. "You've woken up." Jungkook makes his appearance from the bathroom connected to the small bedroom, he is adjusting his dark blue tie and you also notice his attire, he is dressed in a school uniform just like you. "What does all this mean, is this a joke?" you hiss less than amused, but Jungkook doesn't flinch. "I've come to a conclusion," he says as he approaches the bed, you try to get as far away from him as possible by bringing your free legs to your chest, you don't recognize the man in front of you, "I don't want to cheat on you, ever again."

He seems sincere, but you don't trust him. He has broken your heart too many times to deserve trust from you again. "I don't believe you, you're a liar," you say in fact, Jungkook tightens his lips. "I have my conditions," he says anyway, ignoring your words, "You'll still marry me and we'll make up for all the moments you made us miss," he murmurs dangerously, sitting down on the bed and letting a hand approach your thigh, you become an ice statue instantly, finally understanding the reason behind your uniforms. "You're crazy, I'm not going to marry you and we're not going to get anything back at all, to be honest I haven't had an orgasm with you in weeks, just the thought of a traitor like you touching me makes me lose the will to fuck," you murmur angrily, jerking away from his hand in a stinging manner. Jungkook narrows his eyes into two slits, he wanted to be nice to you, but you just don't understand. He's going to use forceful manners, then. "Why must you force me to hurt you, my love?" You look at him terrified, what does he mean?

"Jungkook, don't do anything you might regret, please." He grips your face hard in his hands, staring at you with those deep, dark pools you've always loved, pinning you in place before snapping a deep kiss. You stubbornly keep your lips tight, but Jungkook bites your lower lip forcing you to scream, his voluptuous tongue immediately making room in your mouth and groaning in protest as he plunders your oral cavity. "You'll change your mind, Y/N, by hook or by crook," he hums in your ear with a veil of amusement shining through his voice-who the hell is this man? Jungkook studies you carefully before running his hands over your hips, you shudder at his touch and his fingers stop above the buttons of your school blouse. "You will have only my body, Jungkook," you say in a colorless voice, trying to escape from that absurd reality, the boy opens your blouse, showing off the lace of your pink bra, he observes the graceful shape of your breasts longingly before returning his gaze to you. "I will have everything of you: soul, heart, body -- everything," he whispers before leaning over you, inhaling your scent straight from your bare skin.

"Where have you taken me?" "Haven't you figured it out yet?" You frown, then finally understand. It is his room from when he was a child, that means-. "We're at your parents' house." Jungkook nods. "Do you remember what happened in this room, Y/N?" Yes, you remember, but you don't want to say it out loud, that would make what Jungkook wants to do real. "You rejected me," he hisses suddenly, ripping your blouse off once and for all, you squeal in fright at his force and widen your eyes. He looks furious, his hands are shaking and his shoulders have stiffened under the weight of his fury, "I wanted you and you walked away! No matter how many times we did it when you made up your mind, you still rejected me and forced me to beg from other girls!" he exclaims, totally delirious before attaching his lips to the visible skin of your breasts, you wriggle trying to push him away, but he is too strong, Jungkook is not there with you. He is lost in his memories and blaming you for his betrayals.

Bitter tears accumulate in the corners of your eyes, it's not your fault. It's not your fault at all, but maybe... maybe if you had been more attentive to his needs, too, you would have been enough for him? When he grabs your pussy from above the fabric of your panties you arch your back against your will, his strong and powerful presence still has its hold on you and you tremble trying to stop yourself, you don't know if you are more scared or excited. "Jungkook-" "Say you're sorry," you widen your eyes. "What?" you gasp, his index finger going under the fabric and circling your slit. "Say you're sorry for rejecting me so many times, say you're sorry for all the times you made me feel like an ugly, worthless little boy!" You shake your head, "I never-" you groan, his index finger penetrating you and gently moving a few inches above your soaked entrance, you stiffen at the flame that suddenly invades your limbs. How does he still do this to you? After weeks spent in total apathy, it is now lighting you up in more ways than one, why?

Then you remember, " I don't want to cheat on you, ever again," are such simple words enough to get your body to react? Your body is corrupted by Jungkook, vibrating under his forbidden touch and practically purring, more moisture gushes from your slit, which widens to envelop the second finger Jungkook adds to his penetration, you are trembling trying not to push your hips against the boy, but it is harder than you thought. "I don't want you," you murmur, shaking your head, Jungkook looking at you firmly, tickling sensitive spots that only he knows and is able to reach. "Say it again as you come on my fingers, my love." An unsettling feeling of warmth swells in your lower abdomen. You deny it once more with your head, trying to stop your trembling legs, but it is too late, your walls tightening around his long, deft fingers, exploding in an orgasm you have longed for. "Why are you doing this to me?" you cry, moving your arms forcefully; Jungkook stops you, preventing you from hurting yourself with the ribbons that bind you.

"I wanted to make you pay for all the times you said no by making me feel like a poor, inexperienced fool," he says clutching your skirt with fingers smeared with your liquid pleasure, "But things got out of hand," he stammers, a stinger reaches your heart and your stomach sinks. You don't want to think about how many times he has devoted himself to another woman's body, it hurts too much. "You never told me about it," your words come out in a breathy voice, you try to hold back the sobs. Jungkook moves on top of you, "We will be happy, Y/N" he kisses your forehead moving between your legs, you feel him unzip his pants and enter you with one thrust, it is easy to enter you, you are completely wet and close your eyes listening to his rough, lustful sighs. His swollen cock moves penetrating you repeatedly, the bed moves under his precise and direct strokes and you squeeze your eyes shut, your clitoris throbbing and quivering seeking more direct stimulation and a sigh escapes your lips when the man presses his pelvis against your pubis, crushing your sensitive pearl while with the tip of his cock he reaches to stimulate a particularly receptive spot, you watch the strands of his hair sticking to your sweat-dampened forehead and his eyes begging you not to leave him.

"Y/N!" he moans your name while squinting, "Y/N!" he pushes harder between your soft walls and pulls with his arms on the ropes that keep you tied to the bed. "Jung-" you bite your tongue, refusing to moan his name, but the boy disagrees and demands that you look at him. "I'm sorry, I'll never cheat on you again, I mean it," he whimpers into your ear, "I only love you, only you," he moans and you find yourself closing your eyes, not wanting to give in, not really wanting to, but... "I'm-I'm sorry...for rejecting you" you stammer, pleasure rising once again and the hope of mending your relationship dancing in your chest, "I'm sorry for making you feel unfit." "The others... I just wanted to prove myself" thus confesses his feeling of inadequacy, you know you shouldn't forgive him anyway, but you love him too much, "But now I realize it's only to you that I have to prove something, forgive me" and so you let yourself be corrupted even in your soul. Just a gesture of your head is enough to allow him to come deeply inside you, your breath quickening as you reach for him clutching him in the deepest part of you, throwing your head back. Moments later he unties the knot that binds you to the bed and kisses your wrists softly, murmuring about how perfect you are for him and that once we were married, all would be forgotten because he only wants you. A tear slides down your cheek.

[trsrina]

not-so secret admirer h. yujin

your friends think you have a secret admirer but little did they know, all those anonymously given gifts left on your desk every morning are from none other than your secret boyfriend.

written in second person pov, gn reader, fluff, established relationship, high school au, requested !! mentions of food

“ha! it’s here again! i told you it wouldn’t be a one-time thing,” a paper bag labelled with the logo of the bakery near your school sits there on your desk with a mini heart-shaped letter clipped to it.

it was still quite early in the morning as the clock ticks half-past seven, most desks empty with the exception of a few school bags messily littered on the floor.

you smile unknowingly upon being embraced with the warm gift.

“open it! open it! this is so sweet! this whole secret admirer thing is straight out of a kdrama,” your friend jumps up and down excitedly by your side as she waits for you to unveil the gift.

“okay, okay, calm down. why are you even more giddy about this than me?” you chuckle as you delicately take the letter and hold it close to your chest as you read it secretively.

“hey! let me see it too,” she tries to peek at the handwritten letter as you hold it closely to your heart, scanning through every messily written word on the thin piece of paper.

it wrote, ‘good morning. i got this for you on my way to school. please eat it while it’s hot. i hope you like it xoxo,’ signed off with the single letter ‘h’.

the letter was snatched away from your hands before you could properly process it and soon, your ears were attacked with a dolphin-like squeal.

“oh my god, you lucky bastard! you bagged a green flag,” your friend pretended to be jealous of you as she pout and softly hit your shoulder, returning the heartfelt letter to you as you unwrapped the paper bag to be met with the sweet aroma of the strawberry flavoured dessert, warmth still radiating from the pastry, fresh out of the oven.

“he’s just a secret admirer. i haven’t technically ‘bagged’ him or anything. i mean i probably don’t even know him,” you playfully bumped your shoulder against hers.

however, while your friend was too busy in her little world fantasising about all the possibilities of your love life, you knowingly grin to yourself and internally gushed over the boy who just so seems to be the culprit.

“han yujin, what has gotten into you?” you murmured to yourself and shook your head as the morning bell rings.

after an eternity of sitting through your morning classes, lunch started and so, you and your mini friend group gathered at the halls to get lunch together at the cafeteria.

it consisted of a few friends you’ve made last year in your old class, now all having been separated in the new school year.

said friend group also included han yujin, the very boy who you fell for last summer and has since been secretly dating throughout the summer.

upon making eye contact with him as you all walk up to each other, your other friend from another class enthusiastically skipping up to you to sling an arm around your shoulders, the both of you bashfully offer a small smile to each other and hide the pink hue decorating your cheeks, looking down and avoiding eye contact.

with the rest of you friends walking up ahead and chattering away, passionately rambling on about how boring classes were, yujin sneakily took the place by your side and walked right next to you.

“hey, did you like the little gift i left for you this morning?”

you softly beamed at him, trying your best to hold back the grin peeking on your face, “thank you, yujin. i really liked it but you really don’t have to do this every day.”

“hmm, i’ll think about it,” his eyes finally looked into yours, lovestruck and just so in love, you were surprised your friends didn’t notice you two making heart eyes at each other yet.

mesmerised by the way his gaze lingered on you, you drifted away from the conversations of your friends.

you both sneaked glances at each other, looking into each others’ eyes for a millisecond before looking away. your hands did the same too, swinging by your sides and gently bumping into each other, the back of your hands touching for a millisecond and then pulling away only to do the same once again.

your newly blossomed relationship didn’t start long ago so you were both still quite shy.

setting down your plates on your table, yujin speed-walked over to your side and raced your friend to sit on your left, they only side-eyed him and snickered as they sat on your right instead, letting him have his way with a snarky smile on his face.

as soon as everyone was seated and started digging in, you felt warmth enveloping your left hand that was placed in your lap, a larger hand interlocking their fingers with yours, the intertwined hands resting on your thigh.

you almost spit out your rice upon feeling yujin boldly taking your hand in his and immediately turn your head to look him in the eye.

your wide eyed gaze meets his smiling ones, innocently grinning at you and holding in his giggles.

calming yourself down, you turn back to your previously neglected plate and continue digging in.

however, your heart still beats at 100 km/h and the pumping in your chest distracts you from the conversation of your friends.

“why is your face so red? are you alright?”

the look on your face resembles that of a deer caught in headlights, eyes shot wide open as you face the concerned gazes of your friends.

“i’m fine! it’s just a little hot in here, you know. um, let me just go get a cold drink from the vending machine real quick, bye,”

you untangle your hand from yujin’s in a rush and your chair screeches as you push it back to stand up, and you speed walk out of the cafeteria.

“it’s 2°C?” your friend questioned as you left.

reaching the vending machines area, you let out a sigh and lean on the wall near the vending machine, hand resting on your heart to feel your pacing heartbeat.

“what is wrong with you,” you speak to yourself in the empty area as your head hangs low with the lights of the vending machine reflecting off of you.

hearing footsteps nearing the area, you immediately regained your composure and tensed up.

“hey. are you okay?” it was yujin.

“yujin? why are you here? go back before they get suspicious.” your words were cut off when yujin walked closer to you, the proximity taking your breath away.

“relax. don’t worry about them for now. it kills me that i can’t be close to you when i haven’t seen you for so long.”

“it has only been a few hours, yujin,” you chuckled as he pouted at you. his hands grabbing yours.

your head tilted up to face him and his tipped down to get closer to you, lips simply hovering over each others’. “but i still miss you,” he mumbled.

you felt the air from his mouth when he spoke hit your lips, reminding you of the close proximity between the both of you. and so, yujin made a move and leaned in, eyes closed, your eyes closing too in response.

you could feel the warmth from his face transport to yours, his hand creeping up your arm to hold your chin, thumb gently grazing your flushed cheeks, you both leaned in closer and- clack!

your heads swiftly turned to the source of the sound, snapped out of your trance, only to be met with the surprised look of your friends, eyes wide open and jaws dropped, speechless at the sight of two of their friends having such an intimate moment.

the sound came from your friend dropping her belongings on the floor due to the shock and honestly, you could not blame her nor the rest of your friends for the dramatic reaction.

you and yujin exchanged awkward glances after taking a look at your frozen friends, yujin nodded his head at you as if giving you approval.

“um, well, surprise?”

i am so so sorry this took so long to write i hope you like it and this is my first work after my very long hiatus so hopefully my writing didn’t get too bad 😨

[lynderman]

Accusations (Finnick Odair)

TW: Mentions of prostitution

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Of course being a victor wasn't easy for Finnick and you took knowledge of that. He'd started having to mentor kids for the games when they happened so he'd leave you alone at the home while he took a train to the capitol for the duration of them. And he'd always come back looking exhausted. Eyes sunken, body trembling, the lack of sleep and basic self care evident in just about every part of him. The first 2 years he mentored neither of his tributes won and that struck something in him. Late at night when he couldn't sleep, you'd ask if he wanted to talk but he wouldn't respond. Just roll onto his side and look out the window. Times like these, you'd comfort him. Running your hands through his hair and tracing shapes onto his back until you heard his soft breaths as he drifted off to sleep; his chest rising and falling instead of shaking as usual.

Although at some point in time, things changed. Finnick was getting called to the capitol more often. He'd always kiss you goodbye when you left him at the train station. When asking him why he left, he'd say: "Victors meeting with Snow. He needs input on new areas, training-" blah blah blah. Whatever. And you believed him. Of course you would. Finnick Odair in the 10+ years you've known him and the 4+ years of dating him, has never once given you any reason to doubt him. He'd never been deceitful or a liar. Quite the opposite. And you know he'd never cheat on you. Anyone from district 4 could tell how starstruck the boy was with you, the same going for your feelings about him. You often laughed with him and indulged in the treats and gifts he'd be sent from the capitol by his 'secret admirers'.

On the day of his 18th birthday, he was brought to the capitol again by Snow. But today would be different. You and his own mentor from his games, Mags, a sweet elderly lady who was sadly mute, decided to surprise him in the capitol. She had pulled some strings, telling you it was about time you got to go with him and experience their lavish lifestyle even if it was just for a day. Yet the train ride took so long, you and Mags had arrived at the station late in the evening. You both found your way to the hotel Finnick was staying at; reassuring her that you'd find her in the morning when you saw him. So you snuck into his room and took the gift you'd kept in your pocket from out and set it on his nightstand. And you waited. And waited and waited patiently for your boyfriend to come back. It seemed like an eternity. It was 2:04 A.M when you checked the clock last. Just as you were about to give up and get your own room, you heard the door click and the lock unlatch. The smile on your face was huge. Finnick had always done so much for you despite being busy and caught up with the world of being a victor and you wanted nothing more than to do the same for him!

Jumping off the bed, you came around the corner as you heard the door shut and lock from the inside. "Happy birthday Fin-" All the excitement and glee left you as you took in the sight before you. Instead of your usual prim and proper boyfriend in his suit and tie he'd wear here or nice dress shirt, he practically naked. His buttoned up shirt was wrinkled and undone. Tie was no where to be found and his hair disheveled. His chest was covered in scratches and cuts. Eyes bloodshot and lips- His lips. They had purple Stains around them. Marks and shapes of another persons lips on them. You knew wore lipstick, let alone if you did it would not be that ugly shade. Arms falling to your side, you felt your stomach drop. "Fin-"

"What the hell are you doing here?" You were taken aback by his voice. His tone was cold and demanding, even rude. Not responding due to confusion, get got closer and asked again; louder and more aggressive. "I asked you what the hell you were doing here." With a gulp you looked at his eyes which were glaring at you with furrowed brows. "Mags and I- We took a train here. We wanted to surprise you for your-" "Yeah? Well you should've asked me first." You scoffed at him. "That wouldn't make it a surprise, Finny." His head snapped back to you at your sarcastic comment. Mumbling something under his breath he bumped into you as he walked past. "I love the surprise. So good to see you here. Happy birthday Finnick! I love you so much that I came up here and crossed a huge boundary with you out of my own self interest!" He said, mimicking you in a way he'd never used before. You didn't like it at all. He was being rude and dismissive after you put in so much effort to-

"Get your stuff and go to home." You paused and glanced at him. "I'm sorry?" "Thanks for the apology. Now go home. Get your shit and leave. Train station. I'll call and make an arrangement for-" "No." That one word made him turn around to face you fully, irritation written all over his face. "What'd you say?" "I said no." You snapped back standing your ground. He came from the bed and stood in front of you. "You don't get to be a dick to me after I came all the way up here to see you on your birthday. Especially not when you come back to the hotel room looking like this." Motioning your hands up and down you referred to his state. "It's not like I asked you to come here and do that." He said back. His words stung a bit. Finnick never was rude or dismissive like he is now. Clearly he was angry but you didn't know why. "I don't know why you're mad at me. If anything I should be mad at you. For fucks' sake it looks like you just went to a strip club or something!" Pausing, you eyed him up and down. "Is that why you're mad? Because I've caught you cheating on me? The Finnick Odair is mad because he's been put in his place as a lousy, cheating, lying, pathetic excuse of a boyfriend who-"

Your words were cut short when his fist went flying past you and into the wall beside you, barely missed your face by a mere inch. There was no point in looking at the damage he caused, knowing there was a hole set in place. His body was close against yours, pure and utter rage written all over his face and radiating off of him. "I have done everything to protect you. All of it. For you." You laughed. A loud and obnoxious laugh in his face. "For me? You've been coming up to the capitol for months, no- years, just to find some other girl to fuck cause you're done with me? C'mon Finny. If you wanted to break up with me this badly you could've just told me-" "Tell you what, huh? Tell you over dinner: 'Hey sweetheart! I've been going to the capitol on orders of President Snow every weekend 'cause if I don't he's going to kill you when I'm not home.'?" Your lips thinned, eyebrow raising in confusion. "Or maybe I should've waited till date night next week. Yeah, sounds like a better option. While we're walking down the street just tell you that I come up here to do his bidding and whatever he asks of me!"

"Finn-"

"Oh, no. no. Perhaps I wait till our anniversary next month. Y'know. While we're in bed, doing the do, I lean in real close, kiss you, and tell you that I've been fucking other people in the capitol because I have to. Because to them, I'm desirable." By now Finnick had left his position of cornering you in the wall. He was pacing in circles, hands in his hair as he tugged at the golden strands. "Finnick, what're you-" Out of no where, he grabs a nearby lamp and throws it against the window, glass shattering and getting everywhere making you shout. Grabbing things left and right, he begins to toss them around, breaking everything in sight. The remotes, the tables, the glasses. Any and everything in his way is gone and destroyed with a matter of seconds. He punches the walls, he punches the mirrors to the point where glass cuts his knuckles and blood seeps out and onto the white carpet beneath his feet. And you do nothing. You stand there in complete shock. Shock of seeing your boyfriend; The sweet, loving boyfriend who breaks and tears everything apart. The same boyfriend who has never been violent outside of the 65th hunger games. The boyfriend who has never once rose his voice at you or done anything even remotely disgraceful or disrespectful towards you. His eyes lock on yours and he slowly walks over, towering over you as sweat drips down his forehead.

"How do I go about telling you, huh? HUH?!" He draws closer to you again, his words long and dragged out until the last word. That last 'huh' he shouts. At you. Directly at you; making you flinch at the volume. "HOW THE HELL DO I TELL YOU? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY TO YOU?!" As he shouts, you see the anger leave his posture, his body, his face, all at the first tear that falls down your cheek. As much as you hate to admit it, you're scared. You've never seen Finnick act so hostile nor yell at anyone. Especially you. All of the anger is replaced by guilt and regret as he sighs. "I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just-" He stops talking midway and gives a shaky exhale, a signal that he himself is holding back tears. His body slumps and he sinks to the floor out of pure exhaustion, you following suit and crawling in between his legs. His hands grip his dress pants so tightly his bloodied knuckles turn white. "Finnick.." Your hand come up to hold his cheek and for the first time in years, you see your boyfriend cry. Hot tears flow out of his eyes and flood his face as they coat your hand. His body trembles and you feel it shake against your own. Breath ragged, all he can do is let out choked and incoherent sobs. Broken sobs that make you want to cry for him.

Your heart aches as you see your once confident and put-together boyfriend break down beneath you. His cries echo throughout the room and you swear you've never felt this much pain in your life as you can do nothing more but hold him. Cradle him in your arms like a baby on the bloodied carpet as his tears stain your neck. Shushing him, you try and get his breathing back on track; and after a few minuets he isn't borderline hyperventilating anymore. When you feel his heart beat slow down you raise his head from yours and hold it in both your hands. "You don't have to tell me but at least-"

"Snow sells me for my-body." He pauses. "He has since I turned 16. That's why I come up here so often. I've b-been considered 'desirable' by the capitol citizens. The f-first time he asked I said no and he let me go home. But-" He has to pause to stop himself from choking on sobs again; contrary as your own tears began to fall at his words. "A month later he brought me back and told me if I said no again, he'd-" Another pause. Yet this time he looked at you. His sad and swollen eyes seemed to look at you with such adoration it made your hear sink more. "He'd kill you." He pulled you closer to his chest as he ran his hands up and down your arms. "And I c-can't lose you. You're the only one- The only person I-" "Finnick, stop." You couldn't bear to hear him go one. Hearing why he was here so often broke your heart. The thought of him coming up here to spare your life made you feel bad. Even worse when you'd just accused him of cheating minuets earlier. With a sigh you placed a small and gentle kiss on his lips.

"I'm sorry I accused you of cheating. I was upset and- I don't even have a reason to be upset at you, mines' stupid. But I'm sorry that you've done this for so long. You don't deserve to be treated like this, you're not their property. You deserve so much better, love." If it was possible he pulled you closer, his hands holding onto you for dear life. "No one's ever gonna touch you again, I promise. We're gonna find a way out of this. I won't let anything happen to you, ok?" He said nothing; you squeeze his hands over your hips before helping him off the floor and into the bathroom. As he sat on the toilet you poured water onto a towel and began to dab at his wounds. Leaning down ever so slightly, Finnick gives you a peck with a small smile. "I love you." He whispers. "I love you too, Finn."

[schrodingers-romy]

Sketches [Choso x Reader]

Pairing: Choso x GN!Reader

Summary: Your charcoal artist boyfriend offers you draw you for the first time...

Warnings: implied no curses au, kissing; reader is referred to as beautiful but no gendered terms are used

Word Count: ~ 1600

Notes: This is so soggy fluffy oh my god. I am so down bad for this man. Anyway I was haunted by the image of Choso drawing with charcoal so here this is I guess.

[Ao3 Link]

You can feel your boyfriend’s eyes burning into you.

You do your best not to fidget, yet it is so difficult. Choso’s eyes always held a certain solemn weight to them, which made being the focus of his gaze feel unlike anything else. Just being at the center of his attention normally made your heartbeat quicken and your breath catch in your chest. After dating for months, you thought you were finally acclimating to it. You were horribly incorrect

His normal gaze was nothing compared to this. Even though you are facing towards the window, ostensibly looking out of it, you see nothing. Your senses are narrowed down to the caress of his stare on the side of your face. If being under his scrutiny usually made you feel hot, being under it now made you burn. It was all you could think about.

You had seen him draw before; the single-minded focus he would get when he was creating. Many a time had you sat next to him, admiring his silhouette as he drew, completely oblivious to your attention. He would be trapped in his own world, dark eyes locked onto the subject of his newest sketch as his charcoal flew across the page. You always admired how immaterial his sketches looked at first, like he was merely doodling lines as he watched something. But then, as if magic, the drawing’s true form would take shape. It would take only a few more strokes of the pencil, or a decisive smudge of one calloused thumb through the dusty charcoal, and suddenly a perfect image would appear. No matter how many times you saw him work, it always managed to amaze you… the creation of something out of mere dust.

Your boyfriend did most of his artwork in charcoal. It wasn’t something that you knew much about before you met him, but it suited him. If a charcoal drawing came to life, you would imagine it to look like him. He was dark, and somewhat imposing, like the starkest strokes of the charcoal…but with charcoal pictures, the closer you looked, the more you noticed the softness of it, the gentle grays hiding amongst the harsher black, like Choso’s own softness, his caring hidden behind a blunt exterior.

You once joked that the tattoo across the bridge of his nose reminded you of the smears of black dust he would leave on everything after drawing. In reply he took his thumb and stroked it across your face, telling you that you matched now with the goofiest grin on his face. You swore you fell for him right then.

Choso once mentioned that he favored charcoal because of the emotion he could express with it. You were skeptical, at first, but you soon saw the providence of that statement in every one of his pieces. It was…captivating. Every time he would show you his drawing, it was like he invited you to look at its subject through his eyes. The trees you passed by every day on your way to work, a dog at the park, crowds in the city, the clouded skies before it rained…every mundane piece of life that you had grown used to would take on a new light when he drew them. It was like seeing each for the first time again; it gave you a sense of wonder at the world.

That was why when he offered to draw you, you agreed instantly. Whatever he made was always so beautiful…and a part of you desired to become beautiful by his hand.

And yet now you almost regretted your decision. You had been sitting for what felt like an eternity now. You can’t even face towards Choso to watch him work, as you normally did, because he had posed you facing the window for ‘better lighting’ or some other such excuse. You have the sneaking feeling that he felt too nervous to have you looking at him as he drew you.

You can understand the feeling. The intensity of his gaze makes your heart thump faster, and you struggle not to move and shake off the excess anxious energy. It’s ridiculous to get so flustered over the halfway imaginary feeling of someone just looking at you. But you can’t help yourself. Something about being under that intense glare makes you hyper aware of your own body. You wonder what he sees when he looks at you…if he can see the way your throat bulges as you swallow nervously. If he can see your pulse beating in your neck. If he can sense the blood in your body shifting rhythm in response to his gaze, in a sort of observer’s paradox.

You are broken out of your thoughts by your boyfriend’s soft voice. “It’s done. You can come over here now.”

You stand up so quickly you feel a little dizzy from it.

Now broken from his typical artist’s trance, Choso looks almost sheepish now. A complete contrast to how you perceived him a moment ago, burning intensity replaced with flushed cheeks and slightly averted eyes.

Now you are the one staring as he looks away.

You make your way over to sit next to him on the couch, body tilted towards his.

He’s almost clutching the sketchpad to his body, although, as always, he’s careful not to brush against it until the finishing spray is applied and the charcoal set.

“May I see it?” you ask him gently, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. He relaxes slightly into your touch. You haven’t seen him this nervous to share his art with you in a long time, not since the very early days of your friendship before you even began dating. Your own anxiousness from before is mellowed out by the sight of his own. You don’t even know why you felt it in the first place.

Choso lets out a little sigh, and hands the pad to you, bracing for verdict.

It’s…beautiful. You love all of his art, of course; not only because it technically looks good, but because you can see him in his art, so naturally you would adore it. But this feels different.

The piece is relatively simple, made using only a single piece of charcoal and his fingers to smudge it. And yet it captures your defining features perfectly. The drawing is clearly you, and yet you almost can’t believe that it is, because you’ve never seen yourself look like that.

In Choso’s art, you look…stunning. Every slope and curve of your face is highlighted by the darkness of the charcoal...your eyes are full of life even though they are no more than dark smears on paper. Your body is tilted in a way that makes you look regal, refined in a way you’ve never felt.

You cannot even fully describe how you look in the picture. Your head is spinning with a million thoughts, but only one makes it out of your mouth.

“Is this really how you see me?”

Choso finally tilts his head up to meet your eyes, his own serious. “I don’t even think I did you justice.”

You are careful to set the sketchpad aside safely before you throw yourself into his lap.

You press yourself close to him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck to conceal the raw emotion spreading across it. His arms wrap around you instinctively, pulling you closer even as he holds his hands away from your clothes so as not to get charcoal on you.

You had dreamed of him drawing you, of him making you even a fraction as pretty as his other art…and yet this was more than you ever could have wished for.

“Am I really that beautiful to you?” you whisper, lips pressed to the soft skin of his neck as you try to cling as close to him as possible.

He pulls back, just enough to where he can look you in the eyes once more. His hands come up to hold your head, gently like he fears you may break otherwise. The black dust on his fingers is no doubt leaving smears on your cheeks, but you can’t begin to care.

His gaze is just as intense as when he drew you. You are locked into the depths of his eyes.

“I could never even hope to capture how beautiful you are to me on paper. I told you I poured emotion into my drawings…but I’m not good enough to put all that I feel for you down in charcoal. I love you. I don’t think there’s anything I can create to express how much I do.” He presses his forehead to yours, closing his eyes as he inhaled shakily.

You feel a tear drip down your face: not from sadness, but from sheer joy. Your heart feels like it’s about to overflow.

“I love you too, Choso. I love you so much I don’t know what to do with myself.”

You reach a hand out, caressing his chin, tilting his face into yours so you can press a slow, loving kiss to his lips. He meets you at the same pace; not a frantic make out, but something softer. Something unrushed, syrupy-sweet, as if you both are trying to press your feelings into one another’s mouths. Like you could make your lover swallow your devotion by feeding it to them with each languid stroke of tongue.

Choso’s hands are all over your body; on your face, caressing your neck, rucking your shirt up to grip onto your sides. Gone is the prior hesitation to sully you with the smudges of charcoal lingering on his hands. Now it marks you everywhere; an artist’s signature in every black fingerprint pressed onto your flesh.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Bonten - Debbie Jelinsky (Male) Reader 2

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I wanted to give the reader a husband that he actually likes for a bit of a change, so this is pretty early on into the relationship. I've also decided that this one is very important to Bonten, so they wouldn't kill him nor be okay with the reader killing him. I hope you enjoy this, 🫓Flatbread Anon! — Benny 🐰

Part 1 Part 2

                                                                                                   

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"Shuusuke? What's wrong?"

[Name] asks his new boyfriend, confused, as the man had stood abruptly from his chair, causing it to jerkily skoot back.

The man in question, Tanabata Shuusuke, a young billionaire who owned a very popular tech company operating out of Sendai. The blonde man had reached the peak of his success at the age of 28 and it kept climbing for the next 5 years to where we are now. Now 33, his company, Tanabata Technology™, was the second most popular in all of Japan.

The young and wealthy bachelor was pretty easy on the eyes as well. In fact, many news stations and magazines voted him as the most handsome billionaire of 20××. To furthur estimate his popularity; Tanabata Shuusuke would get at least 13 letters of love and admiration from random strangers every single day without fail.

"[Name]....—"

Softly speaks the blonde as he gracefully walk around the table; coming to a stop in front of his seated e/c eyed lover.

"—....Every day from the moment I met you has been a whirlwind of pure bliss for me. You've made me feel like noone has ever made me feel before. You complete me, truly. So I want to ask you...—"

He slowly gets down on one knee as he gently takes [Name]'s small hands into his; carefully he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a royal blue cube shaped box. Flipping it open, Shuusuke reveals a gorgeous ring, consisting of gold band with the words 'Our Love Is Eternal' intricately ingraved on the inner side and a large heart shaped diamond implanted into it.

"—... Matsumoto [Name], will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll marry you!"

"I still don't understand why we have to find this fucker in the first place. We already have Kokonoi, why do we need another person like 'im?"

Complains a surprisingly sober Sanzu as he lazily sprawls out on one of the sofas in Bonten's common room.

Bonten had been searching for the serial killing gold digger after a while of letting him go, which was a very strange decision on Mikey's part, considering they usually never let people go.

But now it seemed that their boss had regretted that decision thus ordering his men to try and find him again. What prompted the sudden change of heart was left out from their orders and they won't exactly ask either, lest they get offed for questioning leadership.

"I don't exactly mind finding him, he had a great ass. I'd love to see him again."

Ran says from his place behind the sofa that the pinkette was occupying as he smoothly inserts himself into the conversation with a sly look on his face.

Kakucho, who was seated in the sofa opposite to Sanzu, deadpanned at the elder Haitani's response. He silently rolled his eyes along with Rindou who was sat next to him scrolling on his phone. The two gave each other a side glance that held so many words of exasperation and expectancy.

"Of course you would."

Rindou groans, finally done with his side-eye conversation with Kakucho.

Ran looked at his younger brother with a teasing expression as he simply shrugs as if to say 'what can ya do'. Prompting yet another eye roll from the jellyfish haired man.

"I found him.—"

Says a previously silent Kokonoi as he reads the information off his screen.

"— Looks like we were right, he got married again. And it's to another one of our partners, but it's an important one, so we need to get to him before he decides to kill the guy."

"Ah! That vanity is vintage! Be more careful, will you! You can put it in the lounge."

A robe clad [Name] huffs at the clumsy movers as they accidentally bump his furniture into a nearby wall.

It had been a few days since Shuusuke had proposed to him in that restaurant; the billionaire asking him to move in right then and there. Which leads us to now, where the last truck full of [Name]'s possessions were being moved into their now shared home.

The h/c-ette vaguely remembered his now fiancee telling him earlier that he'd be meeting with some people today. Perhaps he was still talking with them, it would certainly explain why he wasn't present. Surely if he came and got his wonderfully rich husband, Shuusuke wouldn't mind him interrupting whatever meeting he was in. [Name] was his fiancee now after all, he needs must be tended to.

The e/c eyed man nodded to himself as he made his way to the home office, his eyes carefully scanning the halls so he wouldn't get lost again. Even if he'd been given a tour of the entire estate, it would take a while to really know where he was going.

Reaching the intended door, [Name] gave a brisk knock, entering before an answer could be given. He made a b-line for his blonde fiancee, paying no mind to his guests, and planted a kiss on the man's forehead. He was startled though by his lover's nervous expression.

And then he heard it.

"Well, well, well... If it isn't the cutie from Minato.~"

Shit.

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[yan-snowcave]

♥️ Love is in the air~ ♥️

Reader x Yandere boys, Valentine headcanon's + drabble's

Words : 1K

Yandere's featured here :

- Alan [@hatchetmanofficial]

- Keith & Tenebris [@dualityvn]

- Casanova [@cannibalsweetheart]

- Friend [@stnaf-vn]

- Robin [@turnthepagevn]

A/N: While all of these characters have a drabble I'm not that confident in the Friend & Robin one I wrote ^^" I'm still trying to learn more about Friend and Robin but for now I will see this as a small test, so sorry if they are OOC

Also happy Valentines! Who needs a partner when you can have cheap chocolate the next day and yandere boyfriends >:3c

🪓🦌 Alan Orion 🦌🪓

• Instead of buying you chocolates or a bouquet of flowers he whittled a wooden heart locket for you with a love message on the back.

• Prepared a picnic under the starry night near the river where a lot of animals come by to drink or rest.

• He would be over the moon if you gave him chocolate filled with honeycomb.

[Drabble]

Pointing at the diffrent animals, Alan's head rested on your shoulder as he whispered facts about them. Whenever your eyes met you could see his love & devotion glistering in his eyes.

One of Alan's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

Yes, you're sure that this is where you belong, next to your beloved Hatchet Man.

🪴🌹 Keith 🌹🪴

• Makes his own chocolate in the shapes of roses, if you like white chocolate he will even dye them red with green leafs.

• Takes you to a botanique garden, pointing at flowers that remind him of you before revealing their meaning. He also brought a cute, little lunchbox with food that you can share.

• At home you would be pulled into a comfy, cuddle session, while he showers you in kisses and tells you how lucky he is to have you by his side.

• He gives you a bouquet of flowers, it contains red, white (and even a black) Rose, red & white Carnations, pink Asters, magenta Zinnia's, Heliotropes, Hyssops, Sweet Pea's and White Gardenia's.

[Rough Meaning : Sweet love but also eternal obsessive, he will shower you in long lasting affection & won't ever forget you. You make him happy and he's willing to sacrifice anything to stay by your side since you're perfect in his eyes]

[Drabble]

A hand runs through your hair, sweet nothings are whispered into your ear, followed by a kiss on your cheek.

Flowers from the bouquet are tucked behind your ear as you return his affection through kisses, nuzzles and whispered praise.

Causing him to blush as your fingers intertwined at last.

🎮🌹 Tenebris 🌹🎮

• Failed at making chocolate so he just decorated the cupcakes with it, some slightly resemble those cute animal cupcakes. Just with very melted faces and wonky chocolate ears.

• Tenebris plays a love song that he composed for you on his guitar. If you praise him for it he will blush.

• Doesn't really get why valentines is that important to some people. He also buys the chocolate the next day when it's on sale & shares some of it with you.

• Thought the mistletoe tradition was also used on valentines day. He was very disappointed & confused when he learned that it's a Christmas exclusive thing. ("But it's all about kissing and Valentines is all about this shit! Your kind is really confusing, y'know that?")

[Drabble]

You two sat on the ground, backs leaning against the couch as the sound of button mashing echoed in the room.

Curses, popcorn and the occasional tease were thrown around. A few kisses were thrown in to distract the other from winning the game.

Of course, this lead to where you two are currently now; on the ground, laughing, arms wrapped around each other as Tenebris purrs in delight.

🫀 Casanova🫀

• Will bring you still beating human hearts instead of chocolates. One heart has a love message carved into it but you can barely read it with how mutilated it looks.

• Cooked a fancy dinner for you two, the table would be covered in rose petals with candles illuminating the room.

• Casanova would swoon [And be his overdramatic-self] over whatever gift you give him. Get ready to be praised, hugged and kissed, for best results get him a red & black coloured fancy knife tho.

• If you ever hinted (be it serious or jokingly) interest in owning a chainsaw he would get you a custom one, so that you two could match.

[Drabble]

Sitting next to a grave wasn't what others or you yourself would call romantic. But Casanova just knew how to change that.

Sitting on one of the Valentine gravestone's you listened to him, serenading a love song to you, his duo-coloured eyes never leaving yours.

Fiddling with the onyx ring on your finger, you slowly reached out to him. Silencing him with a kiss.

💛 Friend 💛

• Brings you your favourite sweets in a custom made box [tri-coloured like his shirt with stickers of your favourite animal/s on the box.] Which a custom, self-made plush swan is holding onto.

• Friend will take you to the cat café where you confessed to each other. He orders the valentine special, which is a strawberry milkshake with two straws and a plate full of diffrent sweet treats to share. [He will try to feed you and if you refuse he will pout, if you do feed him he will be happy but alsontease you.]

��� Don't joke about marrying him on valentines, he will go and buy a ring if he doesn't have one already waiting in his pocket.

[Drabble]

Friend nuzzled his cheek against your neck, arms wrapped around your waist as he looked towards you.

Pink glowing eyes were reflecting the love he held for you. Such a deep love that simply couldn't be explained by mere words.

With a teasing grin, he took a bite out of the treat you held. Licking his lips as he whispered into your ear.

"As sweet as these are, I much prefer to take a bite out of you, Sweetheart.~"

📖 Robin 📖

• Made a reservation at a restaurant so you could share a classic romantic meal together, dance on the roof under the moonlight and share a special moment fit to be in a romance movie.

If you prefer an at home date, he would of course spoil you with a home-made meal & cuddles in his semi-eldritch/human form.

• His gift to you besides the classic flowers, jewellery, chocolate (made by Ellie because his somehow caught fire and almost burned down his kitchen.) Is a book he wrote for you, filled with every reason why he loves you and hopes that you stay with him until time itself ends.

• Would love to get a book you wrote yourself in return. He would treasure it and keep it somewhere safe, not wanting to risk it getting damaged by anyone.

[Drabble]

The moonlight shone down upon you two, candles burned gently as the wind rushed through your hair. As you took a sip of your drink your eyes locked onto Robin.

Who sat there silenty, skimming through the book you gave him before suddenly closing it. Grabbing your hand he placed a kiss on each knuckle, whispering a gentle promise against your hand.

"I will treasure this gift like I treasure you, my beloved.~"

[fizzing-imagines]

Territory | Billy Hargrove x Alt! Plus Size! Reader

Note: I wrote half of this hungover, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors. I've developed the idea for this with @missingbillyhargrove so a big thank you to them! Enjoy reading 💕

Warnings: Jealousy, slight angst, screaming, hint at NSFW at the end

Word Count: 1,7k

"Which one of them, Max?", you asked your boyfriends sister while looking at the two arcade employees taking a smoke break. Max, Billy and you were sitting in his car, waiting and abserving the employees so you could get information out of them. While you two didn't want Billy there at first because he could still not move around for a prolonged amount of time, he insisted on shaperoning and coming inside with the two of you at least. You, however, made this a single-person job. "The one on the left, with the brown hair.", Max told you from the backseat. You nodded in response and took off your shirt as a response. Underneath your shirt was a low-cut pink tanktop with a rhinestone butterfly on it. Your shorts were already black and short, but it fit the outfit once you put on matching pink sneakers. "What are you doing?", Billy asked but you ignored his question and said "Max, this is am important lesson for you." while getting your hair out of your bun and messing it up a bit. "Boys might be stupid, but you can gain from their stupidity." You pulled pink heart-shaped sunglasses out of your bag and put them on top of your head. "Billy, your jacket please." Your boyfriend looked at you in disbelief, but eventually handed you his black leather jacket. Once you put it on, you let one side slide down your shoulder so it was completely bare. The two employees went back inside, which was your que. "Come on, time to learn." You pulled out a lollipop from your pocket, popped it in your mouth and left the car.

"(Y/N), what are you planning to do?", Billy continued asking while the three of you walked up to the arcade. Once again, you dismissed his question and walked through the doors first. "Act natural, I know what I'm doing.", you told them before walking up to the employee who was your target today. Max and Billy went to a game nearby to keep a close eye on you. And Billy was filled with rage and jealousy five second later.

"Excuse me?", you innocently husked at the employee. Right in front of everyone, you started flirting with the guy, giving him doe eyes, twirling your hair, squeezing your boobs up by putting one arm under them, sucking seductively on your lollipop. Billy could barely take it, seeing you laughing at the guys jokes like a dumb schoolgirl. Eventually, he wrote something down on a piece of paper. To your boyfriend, it felt like an eternity while the interaction actually lasted less than 15 minutes. With a wink, you left the employee who starred after you and was clearly looking at your ass. Billy followed immediately after you while Max reaction time was two seconds longer.

"(Y/N), what was that?", he asked you while walking next to you. "Feminine energy, Billy.", you replied while walking back to his car. He was still filled with jealous and anger, but swallowed it down. One thing he promised himself after surviving was to not get angry in front of Max anymore. But the car ride back was very quiet. The two of you dropped Max off with Steve, giving her the piece of paper with the information on it, and then drove back to the small apartment you two shared.

"(Y/N), tell me why the fuck you did that.", Billy finally demanded. He did sound angrier now. "How else was I supposed to get that information?", you replied calmly while taking his jacket off and kicking your shoes into a corner next to the door. "I don't know, threat him or something but don't flirt. Why would you do that?", he continued. His voice raised with every sentence he spoke. "I do it all the time, relax. What, do you think I'd cheat on you or something?", you replied, now pissed as well. You didn't see his problem, he was there for it and you did what you were supposed to do: Get the information Steve needed to help Eddie. "What do you mean you do it all the time, (Y/N)?!" Billy almost screamed at you now, something he barely did since Statcourt. "How the fuck do you think I got you coffee every day?!", you yelled back. "I don't know, I thought you knew a guy!", he screamed back at you. This went back and forth for a few more minutes until you've had enough. "Stop screaming at me!" Ironically, you screamed that. "You first!", he replied screaming. "You started, for fuck sake!" After that, you turned around and slammed the kitchen door behind you. You didn't want to talk to him, not when he was screaming at you.

Billy, on the other end, felt guilty once the door slammed shut. While he thought his feelings were reasonable, he didn't think he had the right to scream at you. Yes, you were right, he screamed at you first. His anger got the best of him. Ever since he woke up after the incident at Starcourt he better himself - and with that came questioning why you became his girlfriend in the first place. While you kept reassuring him how much you love him, that he's the one for you, that you will move to California with him once you graduate, he kept wondering. He felt like a failure as a partner for life. Billy still had trouble getting his anger under controll, and he really was not the best boyfriend a lot of times. He didn't understand your taste in music, or why you like D&D so much. What hurt his ego the most if that after he sacrificed himself for Eleven, one first few wounds from the Mindflayer hit him just above his groinal area - he probably couldn't even have a child with you as a result. You told him you were never sure about having kids anyways, and only needed him to feel fulfilled in life but he didn't take that. And yet you stayed. You went to every appointments you could, and stayed awake all night in the ER with him whenever he had to go. Billy felt like he didn't deserve you. He was scared that you'd leave, just like the only other person who truly loved him - his mother.

He went into the bedroom the two of you shared and curled up on your side on the bed. That's something he always did when he was sad and you weren't around. Now especially. After trying to hold it in, he couldn't help but start crying. It was quiet at first, but his emotions put him in such physical pain that he started sobbing. The healing wound on his chest didn't help with the pain as it was violently shaken with every sob that left his mouth. And you heard it evening.

"Billy?" You knocked on the door, but didn't get a response. Just more sobs. "Billy, I'm coming in." Carefully, you opened the door and saw him, curled into a ball, sobbing into your pillow. "Oh, baby..", you mumbled as you walked over to him. At this point, you couldn't even tell if he knew that you were there or not. You carefully sat down on his side of the bed and touched his shoulder lightly. "Billy, baby, come here.", you said while leaning your back against the headboard. Billy did come over, he placed his head in your lap and continued crying there, even though it quietet down while you stroked his head.

Once he calmed down and the sobs tuned down to sniffs, you decided to talk again. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours, Billy?", you asked while letting a knuckle trace over his cheek. However, he didn't say anything. "You can tell me, I wanna know what goes on in your head.", you then added. He remained silent for a few more seconds until he finally talked. "I'm a shit boyfriend.", he mumbled while holding onto your hand.

"No, you're not.", you replied. "I've told you before Billy-" "I know, (Y/N), I know you said all these things but I still can't help it.", he interrupted you. "You're always so nice to me, and I was so mean in the beginning. And I don't even know why you're still with me. I mean, you could be with Gareth or Eddie instead of me. They were always nice to you." You listened to his rant and didn't say anything until he finished. "But I don't want Gareth or Eddie, I want Billy.", you said to him. Finally, he sat up from his place in your lap and looked at you. His eyes were red and puffy, with some fresh tears still in his eyes and on his cheek. You whiped the tears off of his face before giving him a kiss on his cheek. "Is that why you were angry before?" He nodded, then leaned his head against your shoulder. "That's okay baby, I won't do it again. Promise." You kissed the top of his head. "I'm not leaving you, Billy." He took his hand into yours and squeezed it tightly. "You're stuck with me until death do us part." A slight chuckle left his mouth. There was some silence between the two of you until you talked again. "I've been saving up for a house, you know." His head arose from your shoulder and he looked at you. "You know, birthday money, babysitting and the boys give me some money when I help them set up their equipment at The Hideout. And with graduation money, it could be enough." He didn't know what to say to that, it actually surprised him. You never told him that. All he knew was that you sometimes babysat some family friends kids, but he thought that that's how you pay some of the rent, while your parents graciously paid for most of the flat you two lived in. He couldn't find a job yet, his spine still wasn't fully healed after reconstructive surgery and your parents even paid for that. They just told him that they've never seen you so happy with any boy, and that it's okay to pay for their future son-in-law. "I love you, (Y/N).", it finally blurted out of him. "I love you, too, Billy."

Later that night, he covered your neck in hickeys to make sure everyone knows you're his.

[mykoreanlove]

city lights

Ever since you were young, you believed in a fairytale love.

You longed for a lover that was destined to be with you, head over heels, all-in for you. A love that felt comfortable yet thrilling at the same time. You dreamed of a lover that would sweep you off your feet and rescue you from everything bad in the world.

Sadly, you gave up on that idea a long time ago.

You sat next to your boyfriend on the pitch-black balcony overlooking the bright city lights. He was worn out, deep frown lines etched into his pretty face. A lit cigarette was dangling in between his fingers, that was the only source of light left in the both of you.

You took another sip of your red wine, tasting the sourness on your tongue. At least it felt less sour than your own life.

“I cheated on you”, Jimin declared sternly. There was no emotion left in him.

You nodded your head in silence. This wasn’t a surprise as both of you had been unhappy for far too long. You snatched the cigarette out of his fingers and took a drag. It tasted disgusting.

“I cheated on you, too.”

Jimin didn’t even turn around to face you, he couldn’t care less. This wasn’t love anymore, this was destruction.

In that moment of revelation, the air between you two felt heavy with the weight of truth and disappointment. The city lights below seemed to blur into a sea of uncertainty as you both grappled with the shattered remnants of your relationship.

“Don’t you love me anymore?”

You watched his reaction cautiously. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were empty.

“I don’t think either one of us knows what love is, y/n.”

Silence lingered in the air for what felt like an eternity before Jimin spoke again, his voice a weary whisper, "Maybe we were never meant to be that fairytale love." His words hung in the air, a painful acknowledgment of the reality you both faced.

You looked at him, your eyes searching for a flicker of emotion, but his gaze remained fixed on the distant lights. The balcony became a battlefield of unspoken words and broken dreams.

Without breaking the silence, you stood up, leaving the cigarette behind, the embers fading in the cold night air. You walked to the railing, gripping it tightly as if trying to anchor yourself amidst the storm of emotions.

"I think it's time for us to let go," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil within. "We've become something we're not proud of, something toxic. Maybe it's time to find our own paths and heal separately."

Jimin finally turned to face you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and relief. "Maybe you're right," he conceded, his shoulders slumping with the weight of reality.

As you walked away from the balcony, leaving the city lights and the remnants of your broken relationship behind, a sense of liberation washed over you. The fairytale love you once believed in might have crumbled, but perhaps there was a chance for a new beginning.

"At the time it felt like I set him free but in hindsight it was the other way around", you explained to the stranger in a bar. "I set myself free from this and now I don't know who I am anymore."

The city lights that once seemed suffocating now became a symbol of endless possibilities. "Why don't you just be yourself for a change?", emerald eyes sparkled back at you while proposing this approach.

"Just be you, y/n."

As time passed, you found solace in the simple joys of life - reconnecting with old friends, pursuing forgotten passions, and learning to love yourself. The scars of the past began to fade, and a newfound strength emerged from the ashes of your previous relationship.

You never heard from Jimin again. You never got another chance to look into his almond shaped eyes. You couldn’t even remember the last time you felt his plush lips on yours. Yet somehow that was ok.

Jimin, too, embarked on his journey of self-reflection. The city, once a witness to the unraveling of your love, now became a backdrop for his own personal growth.

Maybe, just maybe, the fairytale love you had dreamt of wasn't about finding someone else to complete you, but rather about becoming whole on your own. And as the city lights continued to twinkle in the night, a new chapter unfolded—one of resilience, growth, and the possibility of a different kind of love.

[lareynaderucorazon]

minors dni - long smut

Obsessed Male x Overweight Reader

X had dated various people before of all different appearances. He's dated a 6'3 muscular woman, or a 5'5 man with tattoos, even an average height coquette girl. However, they all had one thing in common, they were all of proportionate weight. That's why he was so surprised when (reader) made his head turn with such velocity that he audibly heard his neck pop. Now he never discriminated against people who were overweight, but he just coincidentally never found himself dating one.

It started with a small fascination, then it snowballed into a full-on obsession. He loved seeing her in all of her outfits, but his favorite one was that tight black skirt she would wear. He would have to physically pry his eyes off of her legs, before taking several pictures from different angles. Grunts, groans, and needy whines were all that would leave his room later that day as he would desperately hump his pillow to said pictures, spending hours imagining fucking (reader) in that tantalizing skirt.

God, the way his eyes would roll to the back of his head at the mere thought of tasting her on his tongue. He would watch videos on eating pussy, quickly gaining the courage to practice so he could spend the whole day in between (reader)'s thighs. Don't even mention face sitting to this man because the image would be forever grained into his mind.

He was so needy for her that he even found out her favorite lipgloss, purchasing it along with a custom fleshpocket in the shape and skin tone of her lips. He would put the lipgloss on them, and spray the perfume she wore everyday on his sleeve as he fucked the fleshlight silly, dreaming of her.

He legit almost fainted when he noticed she has a tongue piercing. A million scenarios immediately started flurrying in his mind and he had to wait until the room was empty before he could rush to the restroom.

His twitter feed was now filled to the brim with nothing but porn from overweight Latina camgirls.

This man is so in love that he even started learning how to cook food from her country of origin. He would spend weeks perfecting his recipes, making sure they were divine for when he married his beloved (reader).

He would sit close to her when she was talking to her friends, recording her voice and listening to it all night, tracing hearts over his chest and pretending it was him that she was conversing with.

X would go shopping for her, giddily parading around pictures of his "girlfriend" to employees, asking what makeup and outfits would suit her the best. Of course, he would buy stuff he wanted to see her in as well. He stored all of the gifts in his closet, ready to be gifted to her whenever he finally starts dating her.

Eventually the faraway longing looks were no longer enough. He wanted to be able to touch her, and not as a stranger who would be labeled as a creep. He felt the intense urge to burrow his nose where her neck and shoulder met, inhaling her perfume instead of catching whiffs of it when she passed by him. He wanted to kiss her lips until he could remember every curve and crevice.

So he devised a plan. He had one of your friends in one of his classes. He got close to her and found out she had a boyfriend. Perfect. He thought to himself. They continued to get closer, as friends of course, and eventually (reader) started seeing more and more of X, just as he planned. Soon he was a main member of your friend group. The close proximity to you almost fried his brain.

It was finals season which meant dead days, and (reader)'s friend group had a tradition of having a sleepover, which he was now invited to. He was even more psyched once he found out it was your turn to host. The thought of being in a room that smelled like nothing but you turned his brain to sludge and he couldn't contain himself from sniffing your pillow. He found himself in eternal bliss when (reader) sat next to him after her shower. She just smelled so fucking good. His favorite memory of the night being watching (reader) sleep so peacefully in her adorable pajamas. He even managed to kiss her cheek which made him fall asleep with a huge grin on his face.

Given all that, he couldn't believe the predicament he was in now. He was breathing heavily, his throat dry, and he was slightly shaking.

"Sorry, um, could you repeat that?"

(reader)'s face flushed red and she looked down, trying to hide her flustered face. Actions that made X's heart throb.

"Would you umm... can you take my virginity. Please." (reader) whispered the last part.

X's heart leaped to his throat. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe his ears, he couldn't believe this was happening. He thickly swallowed the lump in his throat. 

"Are-"

He had to stop to take a break, his voice quivering.

"Are you sure? About this?"

(reader) nodded her head, not saying a word.

X's heart was thundering in his chest, his eyes half lidded with pure unadulterated lust. His pants were tight from the moment (reader) even invited him to her apartment. X sat on the couch where he guided (reader) into sitting on his lap, her plush thighs encasing his hips. He hissed when she fully sat on him. (reader) immediately tried getting off of him but was stopped by X's hands gripping her ass cheeks. (reader) tried to get off again but was only held down more by him, the friction caused him to rut his hips upwards.

"Am I too heavy? We can stop."

"Oh god no. Put all your weight on me please."

(reader) was taken aback by his begging tone.

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

X's eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as he felt the clothed warmth of her pussy surrounding his groan. He had to hold himself back from dry humping her into oblivion right then and there.

His hands trailed under (reader)'s shirt and he leaned up to kiss her. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach when she reciprocated. He was pleasantly surprised when he felt (reader)'s tongue prodding at his lips and he opened with zero hesitation. He moaned when he felt her piercing touch his own tongue. His hands trailing down to her hips and back up to her waist.

(reader) broke the kiss and his lips instinctively tried reaching out for hers once again. (reader) put a hand on his chest, keeping him back. She then reached behind her and unclasped her bra, taking it off along with her shirt. X bit his lip at the sight and stared at them with utter fascination. (reader) grabbed his hands and placed them over her breasts. X immediately started groping them, flicking his fingers over her nipples, reveling at her whines. His mouth watered and he encased one of them in his mouth, sucking and lightly biting them. Tingles shot down his spine when (reader)'s hand started running through his hair, tugging at his scalp.

Once (reader) had enough she softly pushed him off her breasts, pushing him back against the couch. She kissed him, hand around the back of his neck, the other on his chest. (reader) broke the kiss and started trailing kisses along his jaw to his ear. She puffed some air into his ear and slightly bit down on his earlobe, causing X to grind against her. He desperately clung to (reader)'s skirt when she started rolling her hips against his.

"Fuck." X panted.

"Fuck me." he breathlessly begged her.

(reader) started sucking and biting his neck while palming him through his pants. Her hand slithered under his waist band and he shivered when her hand encased him.

s'warm. s'soft.

X desperately thrusted up to meet her pace and (reader) guided his hand beneath her skirt.

"No underwear?"

"Too horny."

X moaned into (reader)'s lips when she kissed him and worked his hands on pleasuring his (reader). They held this position for a while but X wanted more, and so did (reader).

"I'm ready, are you?"

"Yes, oh fuck yes please."

(reader) lifted her hips, aligning herself with him. X's cock twitched as her warm wet walls touched his tip. He bit his lip and urged (reader) to go on, wanting nothing more than to be buried inside her.

X's eyes rolled to the back of his head when she fully encased him. Fuck it took everything in his being to hold himself back from cumming. (reader) whimpered at the odd feeling, giving herself some time to adjust before she started moving.

"Fuck. fuck baby."

Grunts, skin slapping, and sloppy noises filled the room. X couldn't take his eyes off the way (reader)'s tummy jiggled when she fully sat on him, the sight driving him insane. Drool escaped his mouth as he kept groping her stomach, absolutely infatuated with the feeling of her plush fat accompanied with her soft skin.

X gripped (reader)'s hips, bringing her harshly against him. He started meeting her thrusts half way, chasing the drug that was (reader).

"(reader) let me cum inside you please"

(reader) stayed silent.

"please, I want nothing more but to coat your walls white with my semen, to have it dripping down your thighs when you walk. Fuck please, let me fill your tummy."

(reader)'s skin slapped against X's harshly, their grunts and moans mixing in with each other as their lips met once again. (reader)'s thrusts started to get sloppy and X lifted her, fucking her into his cock.

"fuck im cumming baby. (reader), (reader), (reader)!" X harshly gripped at (reader)'s hips, pushing her down into him as he buried himself deep inside her.

X's eyes rolled to the back of his head, his tongue sticking out and he saw white, his body convulsing at the intense feeling.

He slumped against the couch, breathing heavily and all too aware of the warm walls still around him, as he felt his cum mixing in with his angels slick. He also noticed the way (reader)'s fingers encircled her clit, still chasing her high. X's hand gripped hers and she whined at the lost contact.

"I have a better idea...

sit on my face."

[her-favorite]

Bad Day

Tate Langdon x F!Ghost!Reader

Summary: i want tate to cuddle me and listen to nirvana with him so why not write about both in one !!

Warnings: just fluff!

Requested?: no

a/n: ive been getting back into a bad state lately and i really need tate to hold me rn

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You sat on your bed, looking between different CD’s as time passed by. You hadn’t had a productive day, not that you could, being stuck in this house for eternity.

You haven’t left your room the past few days, besides to get food or go to the bathroom. You didn’t particularly know what was wrong, but you didn’t really care. You would sulk in your room and sit there until night falls and do the same thing the day after.

Before you could drown in your thoughts again, you saw someone standing in the corner of your room. Your eyes shot up, met with a tall, curly blonde that was looking back at you. He had a hint of a smile on his face. You looked next to him, and on his left spelled ‘I Love You’ on the chalkboard. You let out a breathy laugh, picking up the CD’s and putting them on your nightstand.

“Hey, Tate.” Your voice was weak from not speaking often in the past few days. It almost came out as a whisper.

You tried to ignore the way his eyebrows furrowed and how the curve in his lips faltered. Tate always knew when you didn’t feel good. You’ve both been dead for years, stuck in this torturous house for eternity. He’s known about your problems and about your emotions. He watches you so closely that he knows how to read you perfectly. The day that you and your family stepped foot in this house, not too long after Tate had been shot, he had an immediate attraction to you. He was still getting used to being a ghost and roaming around the long halls with the deafening silence. He knew that he had to have you and protect you from the other evil spirits in this house.

He started to walk over to you, crawling on the bed to sit beside you. You finished putting the CD’s away, turning back to face your boyfriend. Once you sat face to face with him, you knew that you weren’t going to get far without having to tell him what was bothering you.

“Tate, I’m fine.” You try and convince him; it clearly didn’t work. He scooted closer to you, taking your hands in his. The cold touch of his fingers and the snake ring on his thumb made you shiver.

“Y/N, you know that you can talk to me. I’m always here, baby, you know that.” His thumbs rubbed over the top of your hands, trying his best to soothe you.

Before you could control it, your emotions poured out. You bottled it up too much these past days and you couldn’t handle it anymore. Tears overflowed your cheeks, staining your face with your sadness. You hated feeling vulnerable with others, but with Tate, it felt different. It felt safe.

“Sweetheart,” He sighed, his tone sad. He leaned against your headboard, wrapping his arms around you, bringing your body against his. He rubbed your back, feeling your tears stain his sweater. Your hand clutched the soft fabric, nudging your nose into his chest. His fingers brushed through your hair, occasionally getting rid of random knots he finds. His other hand alternating between rubbing your back and moving down to hold your thigh. He pressed kisses against your head, whispering sweet things in your ear.

“What happened, princess? What’s wrong?” He looks down at you, watching you calm down slowly. You take deep breaths, drawing random shapes with your fingers on your boyfriend’s shirt.

“I don’t know. I just.. I’ve felt so empty lately. I’m not sad, but i’m not happy. I just don’t feel.. right.” You tried your best to explain your feelings. Tate nodded along, watching you closely. He was still stroking your hair, listening to everything you said. Tate always paid close attention to anything you ranted about. Whether it was about music, a show, some drama you heard on the street, anything. Whatever you had to say always fascinated Tate.

“You mean everything to me. I know how that feels, baby, and I’m so sorry that you feel like this right now. I would do anything to take this pain away. Just know that I’m always here. As soon as I hear you say my name, I immediately know to come to you. You are everything that I have and if something were to happen to you.. I wouldn’t forgive myself. I love you so much, Y/N. You bring out the best in me.” He confesses as he zones out, staring into the distance. You look up at him with new unshed tears in your eyes, but this time, happy tears. You knew Tate loved you, he said it, he expresses it, but it’s never truly hit you until right now.

You move your body up, catching his attention and breaking his stare with the wall. He’s taken back when you press your lips on his, but quickly going with it. He takes your waist in his hands and brings you closer to him, if possible. Your hands cup his face, pulling away when all of your breath is stolen.

Before you had a second thought, Tate’s hands on your hips tighten and pull you off of him. “What’s wrong?” You ask, anxiety rising as you watch him walk over to your desk on the other side of the room. He grabs your ipod, giving you a smirk as he plugs it in.

‘Heart-Shaped Box’ by Nirvana started to course through the room. You smiled, getting out of bed. As soon as your feet touched the cold wood, Tate took your hands in his and pulled you close to him. You both laughed as you guys danced. You both weren’t good whatsoever, so it was even more fun to just let loose.

Once the song was over, he brought you into his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against him.

“I love you so much, Y/N. I’ll always be there for you. Always.”

[writingduhh]

Pumpkin Patch || Ted Nivison

I made a little mood board for this fanfic because why not

Now just sit back, relax, and enjoy!

Paring: Ted & Y/n

Type: Fluff

It was finally October, and nature had donned its autumn attire. The leaves had transformed into a mesmerizing display of colors, a crisp chill permeated the air, and, most importantly, Halloween loomed on the horizon. As tradition dictated, you and your boyfriend, Ted were heading to the local pumpkin patch, an eagerly awaited experience that had occupied your thoughts for months.

"I'm so excited!" you grinned, your enthusiasm almost palpable as you practically bounced in your seat, resembling a child on the brink of an adventure.

"Oh really? I didn't notice," your boyfriend Ted teased, turning onto the dirt road leading to the patch.

After a short drive, you arrived at a rustic clearing surrounded by sprawling fields of corn and various fall vegetables. With only a few cars in the lot, parking near the front stand was a breeze. He switched off the car's engine and came around to your side, extending his hand, which you happily accepted. Together, you made your way to the small admission stand.

"Two admission tickets, please," you requested, and the lady exchanged the money Ted held for two pumpkin-shaped tickets.

"Alright, let's start our search," He grinned, releasing your hand, allowing you to explore the plethora of pumpkins. The selection was diverse, featuring pumpkins of different shapes, colors, and even a few squashes, should you feel the urge to carve those for some peculiar reason.

Speaking of pumpkins, you hoisted one into the air, calling out to Ted,

“Look at this beauty!”

"Oh my, that's amazing! Stay right there; I need a picture," he smirked , promptly retrieving his phone to snap a few photos.

"How did you even manage to pick that up? It's almost as big as you!" he marveled, assisting you in returning the pumpkin to where it belonged.

"What can I say, the Halloween spirit runs in my veins," you quipped.

"Oh, that makes sense. Wait, are you a witch, then?"

"Did you just call me a witch…?”

"No! I didn't mean it that way!" he stammered.

"Relax, Teddy, I'm teasing," you reassured him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

After some more laughter and pumpkin exploration, you found yourselves at the food booths.

"Wow, look at all these options," you remarked, eyeing the extensive list of assorted food and beverages.

"I know, this is going to be a tough choice," he agreed.

After what felt like an eternity of deliberation, you settled on apple cider and pumpkin-flavored cookies.

"Where should we sit?" your boyfriend asked, carrying both of your treats.

"Hmm, what about over there?" you suggested, nodding toward a stack of hay bales beside the cornfield.

"Perfect."

Carefully, you sat down on the large bales when suddenly, Ted plopped himself down onto your lap. Rather than resisting, as he might have expected, you simply embraced the moment, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Oops, my mistake. I thought this was my seat," he winked, feigning an attempt to stand up.

You didn't release him, though; instead, you held onto him tightly.

“This IS your seat.” You smirked, arms wrapped around his waist.

"No, no, no, it's the other way around," he corrected.

In a swift motion, he placed your food on the ground before lifting you up off your feet and setting you down on his lap, one arm wrapping around your waist.

"See? There we go," he said casually, taking a sip of his cider.

At this point, you couldn't help but blush. Your plan had clearly backfired, but you didn't mind.

After enjoying your snacks, you wandered around some more until you spotted it—the most perfect pumpkin you had ever seen. As if on cue, you and your boyfriend locked eyes, silently communicating your choice.

"That one."

"You read my mind."

Hastily, you made your way to the pumpkin, but it was too heavy for you to lift. Being the gentleman he was, your boyfriend assisted you in carrying the pumpkin to the stand where you purchased it.

"I think we should name it Henry," you suggested, patting the pumpkin.

"Babe, remember what happened last year?" he cautioned.

You hesitated, recalling the struggle you had faced trying to carve and eventually part with the pumpkin you had named.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Let's just stick to calling it 'the pumpkin,' okay?" he chuckled softly, planting a kiss on your head.

“Ugh fine.”

[lazystar]

Break Downs Come in Many Shapes and Sizes

Roommate!Chan X Fem!Reader

Author Note: This is my first attempt at fic writing pls be nice LMK if we want to see this finished :) Pls Reblog and Comment if you like it!!

Warnings/author rambling: Idiots/Enemies to Lovers, swearing worse than an angry trucker, Jisung is Y/N’s Twin, Chan is kind of a moron, Reader is very cranky all the time, Reader has big black cat gf energy. My grammar might suck and this is so dialogue heavy.

Word Count: Definitely more than 5

Rating: Let’s Say PG-13 for now probably not gonna write any pants off dance off material … for now

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“Y/N I uh… I ummm IlikeyoualotandIwanttotakeyouout”

“I’m sorry what?”

“I like you a lot and I want to take you out”

Well Saturday morning brunch just took a turn, a baffled laugh leaves your mouth and before you can even think the word vomit leaves your lips as your tirade begins you stand in front of Chan with clad in your pajamas your (his )tee shirt that falls almost to your knees, sleep shorts, and fuzzy socks. Your lazy sleepy haze interrupted by the sobering fact that what you’re used to is completely different from what the reality before you. He can’t help to think that even upset and looking like you rose from an eternal slumber you look absolutely gorgeous.

“What do you mean you like me?! You-you hate me?! I hate you, hasn’t it always been this way?!?! This has to be some kind of fucking joke.” An exasperated sigh cuts your rant off, only briefly and you shake your head looking down for just a moment trying to make sense of what the hell is happening. “I don’t even know why you hate me Chan.” As you say this your eyes leave the floor, deciding that the fuzz of your socks was not distracting enough from the conversation at hand. You choose instead to look him in the eye and convey everything you had bottled up for the long months you’ve shared your home with Chan. “I genuinely don’t understand how I deserved any of your teasing, jokes, pranks, I guess your interrupting any date I thought would happen in the apartment somewhat makes sense now. Beyond that nothing you did made any sense to me besides the moments you showed a shred of kindness my way. But even those confused me, one day you pack me a lunch for work, the next you interrupted my date making the guy think I was trying to cheat on a boyfriend I don’t even have. Think about it if you were me— how would you feel right now? I was only ever kind to you when I moved in, I did all the chores, cooked extra meals for you since you would forget to take care of yourself, I would even wash your crusty gym socks for you when you forgot! But all you ever really did was try and antagonize me, not in a brotherly way like Jisung, more like an elementary school or middle school bully. You know now that I think about it… I-I didn’t always hate you, I misspoke on that when I said that I always did, but the feeling grew because you only ever hated me— or acted like you did. So forgive me for my lack of understanding here as to how the fuck you like me.” Your voice almost drops to a whisper as the thought goes through your mind- this could be another one of his pranks, maybe he’s taking it too far this time. The incredulous and hurt look on your face showed that you were telling the truth, well, your truth. The growing hurt starts to reflect in your eyes as you gnaw on your bottom lip trying to not show weakness in front of the Aussie.

As your hands flew about almost comically during your monologue, Chan stood there across the kitchen island in looking almost comfortable—clad in his usual Saturday uniform of a classic black tee, black gym shorts, and of course his beanie. The other signature part of his look, that annoyingly attractive smirk was gracing his features but if you looked a bit too long his way you would have seen that the typical arrogance of his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. In fact his eyes betrayed the fact that he was mentally running a marathon realizing what he thought was playing off his feelings for you— one of his best friend’s’ sisters, someone who he had been attracted to for so long— was actually him ruining something he had dreamt of. You didn’t see it as playfulness—you saw it as him being a bully, a jerk, and he could see why. In his heart from the moment he saw your sweet and almost shy smile the day you had moved in for your third year or university he wanted to be more than roommates, but to be more than that he had to have shown you that he had been into you. Instead he had played into the old fashioned “if he teases you he likes you” mentality that had sort of died out decades ago. Acting more like a spoilt child than a man in his mid twenties.

Chan could do nothing but let out his own humorless laugh a sadness filled chuckle rumbling out of his chest and his curls flopping out of his hat as he shook his head, as much as he wanted to he couldn’t dare step closer to you, instead he let the kitchen island act as a barrier between you. He took advantage of the heavy silence that filled the room and decided now was time to say his piece. He didn’t want to show how your words impacted him just yet. So rather than being a bit more tactful he chose to start off acting like he always did around you — like a bit of an ass.

“Come on Y/Nnie when did I ever say that I hated you? Name one time I expressly said that…quickly.” The teasing tone of his voice cut through the thick uncomfortable air between the two of you . He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the the stutters and incomprehensible sounds that left your mouth which told him all he that needed to know.

“You and I clearly both know that I never said that. Not once did I ever say ‘Y/N my darling roommate, sister of one of my closest friends, I hate you’ because sweetheart I do not hate you. I do actually care for you— even if I did find some joy in your cute grumpy reactions whenever I was being a jerk. You said it yourself that you hate me and quite honestly that breaks my heart.” You weren’t sure if you were right but he almost sounded choked up when he admitted that hearing you voice your feelings so harshly upset him. He continued on “I’m sorry for being so childish and hiding my feelings like a coward, I was an asshole to you and I see now what you meant by my mixed signals. I fucked up acting the way I did. Anyways I’ll uh—I’ll see you around.” He awkwardly finished his apology and you were frozen, unsure of what to say or do. When you looked at his face you could see that the typical confidence that radiated off of Chan was gone, what was left was a crestfallen, heartbroken young man. As he gathered his things to walk out your shared front door internally you wanted to pull him into your arms and console him. On the outside you could do nothing but stand there, your mind reeling realizing you may have just fucked everything up, you may have truly ruined your chances of getting to know the real person behind the arrogant facade the Australian man had built. Deep down you wished that you two had a different dynamic, but you had never known how to broach the subject. Maybe now was your chance. Fighting your panic response to freeze like a statue and attempting to start a new your wavering voice called to him.

“Chan—Chris! I uh— wait!! I-“

Before you could even say your full thoughts which you had barely conjured up, he was out the door, jacket and keys in hand and his head held low in what could only be described as devastation. As the door slammed you could do nothing but stare at it, your mind screamed at you telling you that you should run after him, pull him into your arms, explain that you were lying about hating him, that you wanted to be genuine with one another and get to know the real Chan. Instead you stood there frozen, tears burning at your eyes and slowly cascading down your cheeks. It was likely too late to run after him. Even through he was debating in the hallway if he should go back inside and try to fix things between you two. Thinking you were still upset he chose to go and drink away the pain, an unhealthy coping skill one of his friends would likely scold him for. As for you you chose to throw yourself an I may have just fucked up with the guy I secretly might be head over heels for and I feel like world’s biggest idiot party — or as Melanie Martinez would say… a pity party.

Thus your signature pity party routine began and you like an idiot did what always did when you chose avoidance instead of facing your troubles head on… You coped with distractions; step one: ice cream, step two: find a drama where you could be mad at the characters instead of yourself (or watch a true crime documentary and solve the case before the detectives), step three: cry into a pillow. Obviously your routine did not always go in that order given you were prone to crying at anything that might be even a smidge sad or frustrating. As you yanked open the freezer you were faced with a horrific sight, the last pint of salted caramel swirl ice cream was gone. The frozen dessert was a very important aspect of this routine you had been following since high school. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back—you had ENOUGH, your oh so essential pity party plans were now completely and utterly ruined and you had nothing punchable nearby to let out your emotions.

So like any logical adult in their twenties you choose to be mature, someone your therapist would have been proud of. Actually your therapist would be shocked to see you heave your body over to the couch and gracefully flop facedown and have a toddler style temper tantrum. Feet kicking, fists pounding the soft faux leather, and scratchy screams leaving your throat only to be muffled by the cushions below you. Before you could give an angry two year old a run for their piggy bank’s worth of savings a loud ring of your cellphone phone interrupts the anger fest.

“Jisung this better be good I’m in one of my wallowing in my sorrows sessions” you all but bark at your twin brother.

“Well I obviously hate to interrupt but Chan-hyung is drunk on my porch saying he ruined everything between you two and — oh well he’s now on my living room floor crying hugging that stuffed wolf you left here last week. So dear sister of mine would you care to explain what the fuck happened? It’s barely 1PM and the man is wasted and sobbing like he just watched Titanic for the first time.” The sass and annoyance your twin always seemed to have practically slapped you through the phone’s speaker. You let out a sigh and slumped further into the couch cushions and took a second to articulate your thoughts.

“He didn’t ruin anything, I did and big time. Like worse than when you puked in front of your crush at the graduation party in high school.” You sadly laugh and before Jisung could yell at you for bringing that memory up you tearfully begin to explain what just happened between you and your frustratingly handsome roommate.

As you spiral Jisung interrupts with a chuckle of pure exasperation at two of his favorite people truly not operating with the shared braincell of your trio.

“So you two morons both like each other and covered it up with teasing like you’re in second grade?”

“Well when you put it that way we both sound pretty dumb huh? Please let him sober up with you and Wolfie while I try and make it up to him.”

He agrees and the familiar hang up tone of the phone call echoes in your ear. Just how are you going to make this right?

[your-divine-ribs]

Red Part 5

Words: 2.6k

No warnings for this part but maybe Red Van should come with his own warning ❤️

I’m excited to bring back the Halloween party again, loved writing the next few chapters xxx

Red Masterlist Main Masterlist

"I don't know what I did to deserve you Y/N. Must have been something pretty special."

"Oh, I don't know about that..."

You're applying a slick of glossy pink to your lips, appraising your reflection in the mirror whilst your boyfriend watches on from his position stretched out on the bed. His words reach you, causing your gut to clench, an involuntary reaction to his praise. You force a smile, aware that he can see your reflection but you don't turn around. Not even when he rises up from the bed and comes to stand behind you, his hands resting gently on your hips and his chin hovering over your shoulder. You just carry on looking at your joint reflection, the caring, devoted boyfriend and the conniving, sneaky girlfriend, the image wracking you through with guilt, so much so that you can't stand it, twisting out of his embrace and stepping to the side, mumbling that you have lots of things to do before the party guests arrive.

Larry lets you go.

If he's noticed the change in your behaviour the past few weeks then he hasn't said anything, he just goes about his daily life the way he always handles things, with a spring in his step and a smile on his lips, the eternal optimist who never lets things get him down. But then, why would he fret that he has anything to worry about with regards to your relationship? As far as he's concerned you're as much in love as you have been all these years, and why should he think any different? Why should he suspect that his sweet, loving girlfriend and his loyal childhood best friend would be playing such a dangerous game? And you do still love him, you really do, but, as you're beginning to realise, your moral compass is severely impaired, the thoughts of a clandestine, sleazy hook up with Van consuming your every waking moment, the temptation too strong to turn away from. But you have to try...

The downstairs of the house is decorated just right. Creepy cobwebs and tacky Halloween props adorn every available surface, the lighting dim and subdued, provided by the eerie flicker of the fake candles that you've purchased. You look around, satisfied with your handiwork, untwisting a bottle of vodka and pouring a large measure into the cauldron themed punch-bowl.

The guests are due to start arriving in around ten minutes and you're all set so you take the opportunity to pour yourself a glass of wine, taking a large gulp and leaning back against the kitchen counter. Your reflection in the glass door of the microwave looks back at you, the sparkling halo that's nestled in the soft waves piled up on your head glittering in the dim light. You're an angel, dressed in virginal white although not entirely purely in a figure-hugging dress which compliments your figure, the bodice shaped perfectly to show off your enviable curves and the skirt long and flowing but cut daringly right up to the thigh.

It was weeks before that you'd put together your outfit and it was probably more fitting back then. Now the notion that you could be anything close to angelic just seems absurd. But you could be. You can put things right. You've not gone far enough that you can’t backtrack and turn this whole situation around, put an end to this treacherous flirtation with Van and ask him to stay far away from you. No... not ask him. Tell him to stay away. In no uncertain terms.

You wonder what he'll come dressed as tonight. He's kept pretty tight-lipped about his outfit, but knowing him he'll make minimal effort for the occasion.

"How long d'ya reckon that halo's gonna stay intact for tonight then, Y/N?"

The presence in the doorway wrenches you out of your thoughts and you whip your head up just in time to see Van entering the kitchen and your eyes widen and your jaw drops agape.

You've got to be fucking kidding me...

You're right about the minimal effort, but that's just the thing with Van. He doesn't have to try very hard and yet he still somehow manages to shine. He's dressed in his signature skinny black jeans and a deep burgundy shirt which is unbuttoned down to mid-chest, his gold pendant catching the light. You wouldn't know he was attending a Halloween soirée if it wasn't for the set of shiny red devil's horns perched on top of his head, but they compliment his wicked smile perfectly, a sinful sparkle in his eye as he lets his gaze rake slowly down over your body and back up, taking his time, leaving you in no doubt of his unholy intentions.

You try to maintain a neutral expression, raising an eyebrow like you're not at all impressed even though the mere sight of him is enough to set your pulse racing.

"Well look who it is... the devil himself."

Van doesn't get chance to answer before Bondy pushes past him into the kitchen. In typical Bondy fashion he's really gone to town, skin daubed a ghastly green, ridiculous wig on his head, he's even painted his fingernails for the occasion you notice as he reaches into the fridge to retrieve a bottle of beer.

"Alright guys and ghouls!" He grins, looking between you and Van and then back to you again, shooting you a cheeky wink. "Looking good Y/N. I must say that halo really suits you. I never had you pegged as the angelic type!"

"Thanks John," you smile back, ignoring Van who's nearly spat a mouthful of beer across the kitchen trying to hide a snigger as a cough. "So what have you come as then?"

"Johnny Ramone... on loan from the pet cemetery... for one night only!"

"You look great... really good. And it's so good to see that some people have made an effort anyway. Not like Van's shit attempt!"

You look past Bondy, giving Van a pointed look and he shrugs.

"Think I look pretty good actually," he counters which earns him a sarcastic huff from you.

"Not very original though is it? In fact it's actually pretty crap. Zero imagination!"

"And what makes you think I give a shit about what you think huh?"

His tone is cold now as he scowls at you from across the top of his beer bottle and a warm glow of satisfaction sparks in you. He's so used to getting his ego massaged that he can't stand criticism.

"For fucks sake you two, I thought Larry said you'd made up?"

You've almost forgotten that Bondy's there even though he's standing right next to you. You're too busy glaring at Van, holding his steely gaze, trying to turn as much of the self-loathing that you currently feel for desiring him into hatred. But try as you might, you just can't ignore the fact that as much as he infuriates you, you still want to launch yourself at him and tear at his clothes.

"It's not like I'm not trying mate, but you see what I have to put up with, it's bloody constant!" Van complains, like he's the innocent party in all of this and that just grates on you even more.

"Fucking dickhead," you mumble under your breath, watching Bondy backing away, shaking his head in puzzlement at where your sudden scathing attack has come from.

"I'm outta here guys..."

You decide that it's probably a good time to retreat yourself, satisfied that you've wound Van up enough, your pulse quickening as you see the flash of anger in his eyes.

"What was that?"

He advances on you so you whirl around quickly, turning for the doorway that Bondy's just walked through but you stumble on your heels, sending you lurching over to the side. As first you think he's reaching for you to steady you, but it soon becomes clear that he's not. He uses the momentum you've picked up to drive you back against the wall, hard, your back crashing against it with enough force to make you gasp.

"What did you fucking say?"

He's looming over you now, eyes blazing whilst he stares you down, but you don't feel intimidated. Not in the slightest. You just feel hugely fucking turned on. It doesn't matter that you're in the kitchen of the house he shares with your boyfriend which is rapidly filling with party guests who could walk in at any moment. You just want to push him even further. You want to see what happens when you push him to breaking point. Tempt him to pin you up against the wall in anger and take his frustrations out on you whilst he rails you into oblivion.

"You heard me. I said... you're a… fucking… dickhead."

You draw out your words, finishing your statement with a smirk, intended to provoke and it works. Van's lips curl into a smile too, but there's no warmth in it, just anger with a large dose of smugness at his perceived upper hand. He quickly raises a hand to catch your chin just under the jaw, pressing your head back against the wall. The sexual tension radiating off him is almost palpable and you can feel it too, a steady throb pulsing between your thighs as he brings his face close to yours.

"You'd better watch that dirty mouth of yours angel, or it's gonna get you into trouble."

Fuck... you want so badly to grasp at his hips and push your body up against his. You can hear voices in the hallway, the sound of greetings being exchanged as guests start to arrive. You need to stop this now, but you just can't help yourself.

"Oh, really? What you gonna do huh? If you want me to shut up you're gonna have to make me!"

"Oh I fucking will..."

"Van mate! Where are ya? Sophie's just turned up!"

Larry's voice rings out and you realise that he's close, he's literally on the other side of the door, and you suck in a breath as Van releases you in a flash, stepping away and shooting you a warning glare before he reaches for the door handle, his angry demeanour instantly dissipating as if it was never there at all.

And then your ardour is cooled in the blink of an eye as Van draws open the door to reveal Sophie standing there looking pristine and perfect, her glossy brunette mane cascading from under a wide brimmed witches hat, her soft curves accentuated perfectly by the slinky black dress that she's barely wearing. Van's eyes nearly pop out of his head and you feel a sharp stab of jealously piercing your heart in a way which is totally unexpected. It leaves you stunned for a moment as you watch her reaching for him and pulling him into a hug, leaning back a moment later to reveal a cherry-red puckered lip-print on his cheek.

"Oops I've got lippy all over you!" She giggles, raising a hand up to wipe it off but Van catches her wrist to stop her, beaming at her in a way which just twists the dagger in your heart.

"Nah, leave it love, I reckon it just adds to my outfit." Then he turns to you, brazenly smug smile turned up to full wattage. "What d'ya reckon Y/N? Is it an improvement?" Then back to Sophie. "She said I looked shit!"

You bite back a savage remark and force your lips into a sweet smile with just a hint of bitterness that only Van will notice, practically gritting your teeth as you notice Sophie's arm curl around Van's waist as she nestles into his side.

"Really?" Her eyes are wide with disbelief as she looks between you and Van, her eyes lingering appreciatively on him. "Well I think you look great... as always. You always look gorgeous!"

You reach for your wine glass, swallowing the contents down with yet another snide remark which is desperate to burst forth, letting out a dramatic sigh instead. "Gods sake, don't inflate his ego, he won't be able to fit through the door at this rate!"

Sophie laughs loudly. "Well he might look good, but look at you! I absolutely love your dress! You look amazing... doesn't she Van?"

Van opens his mouth to speak but Sophie doesn't give him chance, she's gushing in a way which makes you think she's probably already indulged in a few drinks before the party's even started.

"In fact I need to get a photo... of the two of you. The angel and the devil. It's perfect! Come on... come on guys!"

She unwraps her arm from around Van as she speaks, pushing him towards you, waving her phone around in her other hand, conducting you both into place. You just stand there, furtively glancing at Van, cringing inside as Sophie babbles on excitedly about how good you both look together and how she wishes she'd chosen a similar outfit to yours.

She snaps a few shots of you both standing stiffly, shoulder to shoulder, glancing at her phone screen with a little frown on her face, before she's holding it up again. "Come on, it's a party! At least look like you're having fun! Come on, get a bit closer!" She waves a hand to demonstrate. "Put your arm around her Van. Smile Y/N!"

She's drunk... definitely drunk. In fact she seems plastered. She wobbles slightly in her heels, giggling again.

"Don't look so worried Y/N. He's got gonna corrupt a sweet little angel like you!"

You force out a giggle of your own at her comment, cringing as you feel Van's arm snake around your waist, fingers splayed wide as he holds you firmly, pulling you to him in a tight embrace.

"Ah shit!"

Sophie's squeal is loud and piercing as her phone slips from her fingers, clattering on to the kitchen tiles. You watch, amused, as she lurches forward to grab for it, miscalculating and managing to kick it even further across the floor with the toe of her stiletto.

"Oops!"

"Christ! How many you had?" Van exclaims.

He doesn't make a move to help her though, sighing deeply instead, muttering something unintelligible under his breath. You suppose you should really assist her, stumbling drunk as she is, but you don't. Instead you feel a wicked sense of glee at Van's obvious disapproval, enjoying the fact that his arm's still locked around you whilst his date is left helplessly floundering.

"Are ya pissed already love?"

Larry's entered the kitchen now with an empty beer bottle in hand, searching for a refill. More chivalrous than Van, he instantly stoops down to help Sophie retrieve her phone, their heads clashing as they both move forward in unison. Laughter erupts from both of them as they stagger backwards, completely distracted now from you and Van.

And you should be moving away, you really should. You've spent far too long lingering in the kitchen, stoking the fires of this dangerous attraction when you should be avoiding Van altogether. But there's something that excites you about the way he's holding you firmly, his fingers gently kneading at your hip. It's a subtle gesture but it's sending flurries of exhilaration through you. Maybe it's the fact that Sophie and Larry are right in front of you and completely oblivious, caught up in laughing at their silly mishap. Unmindful of the fact that Van's tilted his head to the side to whisper softly into your ear, his breath ticking your skin in a way that makes you shiver.

"Tonight Y/N. I gotta have you."