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bruisedboys · 1 year

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also also!!!!!! peter x clumsy!reader might be the best pairing. because his spidey senses ugh he’s always catching you before you trip. like an arm around your back and then he dips you down to be dramatic and you get all flustered. and!!! if you’re not in arms reach he definitely shoots a web at you to pull you into his chest before you can do any damage. you both have several heart attacks a day because you’re such a klutz.

I am always on the peter x clumsy reader agenda!! they are so special to me!!! also the thing you said about him catching you and dipping you down omg I could die.

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You’re still in the process of patching yourself up when Peter gets home, your knees scraped and a box of big Band-Aids waiting for you on the coffee table. You were hoping to be done by the time he got home, to save him the worry. No such luck. You hear the front door open and you don’t have time to hide your fresh wounds, your evidence of yet another accident.

You’re sure you look quite pathetic when Peter emerges in the doorway.

“Hi, dove! I missed— are you bleeding?” His smile drops and so does his bag. He doesn’t bother taking his jacket off. He strides across the room and gets to his knees in front of you. His hands find your thighs, thumbs just shy of your fresh scrapes.

“Oh, honey,” he coos. He’s not shocked, at least. You think maybe it’s happened so many times it doesn’t phase him anyway more.

His eyebrows pinch together as he scowls at your poor knees, his hands squeezing your thighs. He gives your injuries a once over before lifting his head to look at you sadly. “What happened?”

You frown. “Tripped in the driveway,” you admit moodily. “I’m fine, really. Looks worse than it feels.”

Peter huffs morosely, “I wish I was there when it happened. Could’ve caught you, baby.”

You melt. You’re endeared by his care for you. You smile at him and reach out to push his hair from his forehead, his curls soft under your fingers. You drag your hand down the side of his head, fingers heavy, and let your palm rest over his cheek. Peter’s eyelids flutter under your touch.

“It’s okay, Pete,” you tell him brightly. “You can’t win ‘em all.”

Peter laughs, his smile blinding. “Thanks, babe.” He twists his head so he can kiss your palm, a warm press of his soft, wind-bitten lips. “Let’s get you patched up now, hm?”

Peter patches up your knees, hands gentle as he cleans your wounds and presses Band-Aids over them. He’s a practiced hand, having done this plenty of times, on your legs, elbows, fingers, you name it. Though you must admit, you’re far less prone to accidents with Peter around. He catches you more times than he doesn’t. Today was just bad timing.

When Peter’s done fixing you up he lays a kiss on each of your knees, over your fresh white Band-Aids.

“All fixed,” he says happily, sliding his hand up your thigh to give your hip a squeeze.

You beam and cover his hands with yours. “Thanks, Peter.”

Peter stands and pulls you up with him. Your knees sting, but only a little, and it’s nothing you’re not used to.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks, head ducked so he can meet your eyes, his hair tumbling into the space between your heads. “I can get you some ice, if you like?”

You shake your head. You’d much rather have him stay this close forever. “I’m okay, Pete.”

Peter still looks unconvinced, a frown tugging at his lips. He thinks for a second, then, “Do you want a hug? ‘Cos I know I do.”

You giggle. You’d kill for a hug right now. “Sure.”

You push your arms under his and he circles you in his strong hold, pulling you as close as he can to his chest. He’s careful to avoid your knees bumping his, legs moving so yours are between his. You push your face into his firm chest and breathe him in, his smells, his cologne and the wind on his clothes and that lovely scent he carries around with him everywhere, like old books and coffee shops.

Peter’s face falls into your neck and he sighs, practically melting into you, latching onto you like glue. He’s warm and he’s soft and he’s Peter. The pain in your knees is completely unnoticeable when he’s holding you like this.

“My poor, clumsy girl,” he says eventually, mostly fond, but there’s a whisper of cheek that you don’t miss.

You scowl into his chest. “M’not clumsy,” you whine, though you definitely are and you both know it. “The pavement is uneven.”

Peter pulls back, his big hands on your upper arms. He’s smiling like an idiot. “It is?”

You nod fervently. “Yeah. S’why I tripped.”

Peter nods slowly like you’re telling the truth, like the pavement in the driveway isn’t perfectly even.

“Stupid pavement,” he says.

You giggle and hide your face in his chest again.

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etherealyoungk · 9 months

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━☆ first kiss with seventeen: wonwoo

♡ first kiss with seventeen series ♡ masterlist ♡

paring: wonwoo x reader

warnings: kissing, fluff

wordcount: 1.1k

you've always been a romantic. okay, maybe a hopeless romantic. and reading all the romance books that you did definitely did not help at all. in fact, it made you even more hopeless.

and with all the kiss scenes you read, it only made you wonder what it would be like to kiss wonwoo. you and him had taken things slow and you were more than happy. but once in a while the thought of wanting to kiss wonwoo, a real kiss crept up into your mind. you'd made up countless scenarios in your head about it and just thinking about it made you want to kick your feet in the air and punch a pillow. so how exactly did you end up being pinned to the wall by wonwoo?

it's only when you come back to your room after having to go receive a parcel that you find the book that you were reading in wonwoo's hands. normally you wouldn't mind but you had stopped midway during a kiss scene, and somehow the thought of wonwoo reading that made you shy for no reason. you observe wonwoo as he reads the words on the pages and he looks up, noticing you. “i didn’t realize kisses in books were so dreamy”, he says as he hands the book over to you when you step closer to him.

“yeah, they kinda are. some of them are really cute and sweet”, you say, trying not to sound like a hopeless romantic as you tell wonwoo. “some are really really cute”, you emphasize, sitting down, thinking about all the cute kiss scenes you’ve practically engraved in your mind. “do you want to recreate it?”, he asks, without skipping a beat, making you blink up at him, processing what he just said.

“what?”, you ask again and he pushes his glasses up his nose bashfully before repeating, “do you want to recreate it, the kiss scene?”.

you blink up at him like a deer caught in headlights and the thought of it makes you smile but you try to hold it in. but wonwoo doesn’t miss the way the corners of your mouth lift up.

“love?”, he prompts again tilting his head to the side as he observes you.

“really?”, you finally ask softly as you stand up. and he nods. “tell me baby, anything you want”, he encourages, noticing how shy you’ve suddenly gotten. so wonwoo decides to take matters into his own hands.

wonwoo reaches out his hand and takes the book from your hands, opening the page to the kiss scene he read earlier. his brows are slightly furrowed as he reads the scene and then looks back up at you. he puts the book back down on the bed before walking over to the door. “what are you-“, you don’t finis your sentence as wonwoo proceeds to lean against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest.

“hi”, he says, saying the same line the character in the book had said. you let out a soft laugh as you walk closer to wonwoo, standing in front of him. “hi”, you say and he smiles sweetly back at you. he moves off the doorframe and steps closer to you, reaching out as his arms caress your waist, gently pulling you closer towards him. and before you know it, wonwoo spins you around and pinned against the wall.

“wonwoo”, is all you can mumble as you look at him, before breaking eye contact and looking down, getting flustered. he was so close, so so close that you were pretty sure wonwoo could hear how fast your heart was beating right now. his thumb brushes against your chin as he tilts your head up to look at him. “you’re making me nervous”, you mumble in a whisper as your hands lay loosely around his neck. his hand moves up to cup your cheek as his thumb gently caresses your cheek softly looking at you, never once breaking eye contact, which was making you even more nervous.

“am i doing okay as the role of a book boyfriend so far?”, he asks and you almost chuckle at his questions. “y-yeah you’re doing exceptionally well”, you reply softly, getting distracted by the sight of his lips that are so so close.

“someone’s getting impatient i see”, he teases you, when he sees where your gaze is, making you bite your lip and give him a small glare, which makes him chuckle.

he leans in and your eyes flutter shut, and you’re waiting in anticipation but it’s only when you peek one eye open that you see wonwoo is looking at you with a stupid silly smile on his face.

“wonwoo!”, you whine, protesting. “baby, you’re so cute right now”, is all he tells before pecking your cheek. “i'm just doing what i read, trying to act out a book boyfriend now and you’re going to get mad at me?”, he asks playfully.

“but that wasn’t in the scene, you’re just being a tease”, you complain and the sound of his chuckle is like music to your ears, you can’t even be mad anymore.

he kisses your cheek again and looks at you before finally closing the gap between your lips as he kisses you. it’s a gentle, soft kiss and he pulls away a little too soon for your liking, making you pout in confusion.

“that wasn’t a kiss”, you tell and he just looks at you. “care to show me how a kiss is then?”, he asks softly, whispering against your lips and that’s all you need to pull wonwoo forward by the collar of his shirt and kiss him again. he slowly moves his lips against yours and if wonwoo wasn’t holding you, you’re sure that you’d melt in his arms right that moment. his hand encircles your waist tighter, pulling you closer as he kisses you a little deeper, with a dizzying passion. his lips were soft against yours and when you pull away, you were breathing a bit hard, trying to catch your breath as you look at wonwoo, who was still so close to you, his nose brushing against yours.

“so", he starts. "how would you rate me on a scale of one to ten for being a book boyfriend”, he asks, making you smile as you lean your head back against the wall, looking up at him.

“eleven out of ten, you make the perfect book boyfriend….and the best part? you’re all mine”, you tell and he grins, leaning in to capture your lips once again.

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lightseoul · 11 months

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you're losing me

synopsis. bakugou proposes to you. you give him an unexpected response.

cw. gn!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged up (28 yrs old), some cussing

word count. 2.5k words

“Where is everybody?”

You ask as you look around the barren restaurant, which, on most days, is jampacked with high-profile customers. How Bakugou was able to get you both a table is beyond you.

“Don’t mind ‘em,” he says before dipping down to finish the rest of his soup. “They’re just a bunch of extras anyway.”

You merely hum in response.

A moment passes with the both of you finishing your appetizers when a question dawns on you.

“By the way,” you start, “what’s the occasion, Kats?”

At that, he frowns. “What, you’re saying I can’t treat my partner whenever I feel like it?”

You snort. “I don’t mean it like that. It’s just that we don’t usually opt for extremely overpriced restaurants.”

You gesture to your evening gown and his suit. “We don’t usually dress up either.”

“Yeah, well. Just go with it, okay?”

You stare at him for a beat before deciding to let it go.

“Okay.”

You’re down to the last bite of your dessert when Bakugou clears his throat. You look up, only to be met with the familiar expression of nervousness decorating his features.

It’s how he looked at you back when he first asked you out three years ago.

“You alright?” you ask.

He nods, “Peachy. Just need to tell you something.”

Almost instantaneously, your heart picks up its pace. You brace yourself for bad news.

“What is it?”

At your query, Bakugou suddenly stands up and circles your table, stopping right in front of you.

And before you could even comprehend what’s happening, he’s already on one knee, holding a small velvet box.

“Y/N.”

At the mention of your name, your heart doubles up its pace.

He continues, but your head is pulsing and your ears throbbing so loudly that you can barely make out the speech he’s currently giving you. You feel lightheaded, as well as the tears welling up in your eyes, clouding your vision.

He sounds uncharacteristically shy when he finally says, “Will you marry me?”

That’s the last thing you hear before you black out.

You’re met with a blinding white light when you come to.

You strain to sit up in order to look around, the movement causing Bakugou, who is on a stool beside your bed, to stir awake.

“Hey,” he says gently. “Take it easy.”

Robbed of all words, you nod, taking heed and slowly lifting yourself up into a seated position.

“Where am I?” you ask.

“The nearest hospital from the restaurant,” he explains. “You fainted.”

“Seriously?”

He nods, face stern. “Thankfully I was able to catch you before your head could hit the ground. We just need to run a few more tests before you get cleared for discharge.”

And with that, the elephant in the room remains as evident as ever.

“Look, Kats,” you start, “about earlier—”

“Let’s not talk about it right now,” he cuts you off. “Come on, let’s get you ready for discharge.”

You barely catch him before he goes to work the next day.

Bakugou’s not a morning person—you found out about that a week into dating him when you noticed how curt his messages were in the mornings—yet he’s now up at 6:24 AM, darting in and out of the rooms in your shared apartment, getting ready for the day.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s rushing to leave.

“You’re awake,” you say lamely as you enter the living room.

He grunts in response, attention directed to the duffel bag he always brings to the office on patrol days.

You want to ask him why he’s up this early, but ultimately decide against it. Instead, you say: “Did you pack your lunch already?”

“Yeah,” he gestures to his bag, “It’s in here.”

“Okay.”

You stand awkwardly by the door as you watch him zip his bag and adjust his civilian clothes that would be swapped in for his winter costume later.

He then walks up to you and presses a kiss on your forehead—so tentatively it makes you ache.

Since when did he get so hesitant with you?

“I’ll go then,” he announces.

And before you know it, the front door shuts, his perfume leaving a nostalgic fragrance in its trail.

Only then do you realize that I love you’s were not exchanged.

The days after are unremarkably the same.

He’s been getting up extra early so that by the time you wake up, he’s already on his way to the agency.

On top of that, he’s starting to work overtime now, too.

Lately, he’s been arriving home as late as almost midnight.

You try to wait up for him—you really do—but with your own work to get to the following mornings, you just couldn’t sustain that arrangement.

And so you rarely see him.

But to your relief, despite everything that’s gone wrong with Bakugou since the night he proposed, you still fall on the same bed at the end of the day.

Albeit his back is turned against you. Still, you’re grateful. There’s a certain comfort that blankets you whenever you’re near Bakugou, and that hasn’t changed one bit.

Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, you mirror him, your back now facing his.

Which is why you don’t notice it until you hear a gasp.

Propping yourself up on your elbow, you look at Bakugou, who’s now sitting upright, chest heaving.

Quickly, you rouse yourself, facing him. “What’s wrong?”

He inhales deeply as his eyes dart towards you, beads of sweat now decorating his forehead.

“Nightmare,” he croaks.

At that, you grab his ice-cold hands, squeezing them in yours. “Do you want to talk about it?”

A beat passes before he reluctantly shakes his head. “It’s just the usual.”

The usual. Being held hostage by that monster, getting kidnapped, being responsible for All Might’s—

“It doesn’t matter if it’s new or not,” you retort, squeezing his hands again in an attempt to anchor him to reality. “I’m here to listen, alright?”

Bakugou hesitates for a second before nodding, a pained expression written across his face.

He starts to lean in closer, probably to drop his head at the crook of your neck like he usually does when plagued with nightmares, before hesitating and leaning back.

“Okay.”

The next morning, you wake up not only to an empty bed, but an empty house.

Still half asleep, you trudge your way toward the kitchen, where a bento box is sitting on the island. On top of it is a sticky note that reads:

Going out w the guys after shift. Don’t wait up.

Your heart sinks at the thought of not being able to see Bakugou for the day.

Still, maybe he needs this night out.

You wouldn’t want to spend time with the person who rejected you either.

With a heavy heart, you get ready for the day yourself.

Work is the least of your concerns this morning, but you figure you have to go. You could use some distraction to take your mind off your crumbling relationship.

You’re in your bed reading that non-fiction you’ve been putting off for a while now when your phone rings.

You reach for your phone, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of Kirishima’s caller ID.

Huh.

You press the green button after a few seconds of letting it ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N!” a cheery voice greets you. “This is Kirishima.”

“Hey, Ei,” you start, weirdly nervous. “How are you and the rest of the squad?”

“Actually, that’s why I called you. Can you pick Bakugou up? He’s so drunk.”

Your Katsuki? Drunk?

For some reason, the idea of talking to a drunk Bakugou, who also happens to be the bluntest version of himself, elicits an unpleasant feeling in your gut.

“Really?” you ask, voice small. “How much did he drink?”

“Not a lot, but the alcohol percentage of the ones he downed are pretty high.”

When you don’t respond for a while, he pipes up with: “Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

Kirishima sounds unsure when he asks, “Is everything okay with you guys?”

“Yes, Ei.” No, Ei. I inadvertently rejected his marriage proposal.

“Okay, that’s good to hear,” he starts. “It’s just that he barely mentioned you when he was still sober—which is a rare occurrence, if you only knew. He only started calling for you when he was three glasses in.”

Despite yourself, your stomach flips in delight. He’s still thinking about me, you think to yourself.

“Anyway, as I was saying, are you good to fetch him?”

“Yes,” you stand up and grab for your keys. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

You’re situating the car in your designated parking space when Bakugou finally stirs awake.

Once you’re parked, you turn off the engine before you reach over the console to unfasten his seatbelt. Yours follows shortly after.

You look at him, whose eyes are still closed.

“We’re here, Kats.”

At the sound of your voice, his eyes shoot open and he examines his environment, alarmed. Once he catches sight of you, though, he visibly relaxes.

Only to straighten up in his seat, stiff and unable to look you in the eye.

“You didn’t have to, uh,” he stammers, struggling to formulate coherent sentences. “Get me. You didn’t have to get me.”

You shoot him a small smile. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

He doesn’t say anything after that, eyes trained on your car’s windshield.

A moment passes before he speaks again.

“My mom made me do it, you know.”

You stare at his side profile. “Made you do what?”

“Propose to you.”

“Oh.”

He shakes his head, almost in disagreement. “The old hag really wants me to get married. I told her we didn’t have to get married because we’re happy the way things are and that shit is just for formality. Told me I’d be missing out on you wearing a wedding dress.”

You snort, “That’s what convinced you to ask me?”

He grins. “Nah. I just realized I wanted to get married if it was to you.”

Before you can even react, Bakugou shifts in his seat, breaking eye contact.

“It was stupid of me, though.”

Your stomach drops in anticipatory dread. “Stupid of you to what?”

He chuckles, although he seems anything but happy. “Was stupid of me to think someone like you would say yes to someone like me.

“I—” he stutters, “I wouldn’t marry me either.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He sighs, “Just…who the fuck do I think am, proposing to you? I was a horrible person who fucked things up so many times growing up. Maybe this is karma biting me back in the ass.”

“Katsuki.”

“You can do way be—”

“Katsuki!”

He jerks his head to face you, bewildered and eyes glassy.

You reach over the console to hold his scarred hand, staring him down.

“Look at me.”

He does so.

“You’re not that person anymore, alright?” You squeeze his hand, “Please don’t do this to yourself.”

Under the intensity of your gaze, Bakugou can only nod in affirmation before you engulf him in your first hug in what feels like weeks.

“Come on,” you say when you finally part, “Let’s get you ready for bed.”

Bakugou sleeps like a baby by your side that night. Meanwhile, you stay up until the wee hours of the morning, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He thinks you don’t want to marry him.

Your heart aches at the very thought of him grappling with the most false of all statements.

You want to marry him, you really do, but all your fears suddenly rose to the surface and enveloped you the second he went on one knee.

And that’s what you’re planning to confess to him tonight.

You wait, wrapped in the thickest jacket you own, seated on the bench for Bakugou to come. You left him a note alongside his bento box earlier this morning—a note that says to meet you at the indicated address.

Lost in your thoughts and in your internal monologue, you startle when somebody sits next to you.

You look to your right, only to see Bakugou in his thickest jacket, a gray beanie covering his ash blonde locks, cheeks pink from the cold.

“Do you remember this place?” you ask, voice quiet.

He scoffs, “Of course I do, dumbass.”

At that, you chuckle. “This is where we had our first date.”

He grunts in agreement. He doesn’t say anything after that.

A few seconds pass before he finally pipes up with: “So why did you bring me here?”

Your heart’s pace quickens at the query.

You gulp, although your voice still ends up shaky. “I wanted to apologize.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

You shake your head, “You don’t understand.”

He chuckles, that same one that translates to anything but happiness. “I think I do. You don’t want to marry me, I get it.”

“No,” you say, voice louder. “I want to marry you.”

At your admission, Bakugou turns to look you in the eye. The hopeful expression on his face is staggering, you want to curl up into a ball and cry. “What?”

“I said,” you repeat, “I want to marry you.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Then why have you been acting like you don’t?”

At his question, you can’t help but clench your eyes closed. This is too much, you think to yourself, but you owe Bakugou the truth.

“I’m just scared, Kats. Truly. I—” you stammer, “I just can’t shake off the fear of losing you one day. And I know your capabilities and I know how hard you work. Just that—I don’t know. The fear of seeing you killed one day is paralyzing.”

Bakugou reaches out to you, and you let him wipe away the tears that are now falling down your cheeks.

“I’m scared, too,” he offers. “But I don’t know.”

He shakes his head, “I’m more scared of not being with you.”

At his confession, you can’t help but smile. “I think that’s how I feel, too.”

You rest your head on Bakugou’s shoulder, your hand in his. You stay like that for a few minutes before you pull away and turn to regard him again.

“Can we start over?” you ask, “I want to propose to you soon.”

Bakugou smirks, nothing but elation on his face. He takes your other hand and squeezes it.

“Not if I propose to you first.”

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#as you can probably tell i did not proofread this at all #god this was a lot of work lmao #i hope you guys enjoy it <3 #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou imagines #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou fluff #bakugou angst #whatever!!! it was fun okay!!!!

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delizbin · 4 months

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Effie’s first year as an escort was… interesting! Life threatens aside (and some death here and there), the parties and dresses were nice :)

#I am aware this is not the kind of “wall” scenario you all wanted but I have something in mind okay stick with me #be patient #:)#he would never threaten her the first year c’mon … wouldn’t he tho?#black and white because my mind doesn’t properly function so this is the maximum of productivity for me I guess #hayffie #this really happened I was there I can confirm this #he isn’t a ray of sunshine for sure #she must have tried to interfere at the beginning just to drop the ball 3 years in or so #hoping for the promotion right #this is my blog I write whatever I want in the tags okay? okay #shish I really just want to shut myself up sometimes #while am I still writing aah #capisc just popped into my head and I had to make him say that for some reason #he was drunk of course but at least he didn’t vomit on her here and there

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jinhyun · 6 months

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hii, i was wondering if for the "what are we?" prompts if you could please do some sort of combination of "what do you want us to be?" and "i was hoping we could be more than just friends" with felix? that would be so awesome! thank you <3

“What are we?”

The way you said those words made Felix's heart ache. It was hardly a whisper, for your voice betrayed you and cracked as you stared down to the cold pavement.

This wasn't how either of you expected this night to go. It was supposed to be a fun time; a house party with loud music, lots of people and many drinks to intoxicate your system. You and him were supposed to have a blast and get rid of all the stress you had been feeling lately.

Instead, you found yourselves sitting down on the sidewalk after you had run out one second and he followed you the next one.

Felix sat in silence next to you, concernedly staring into your miserable expression as your eyes remained focused on the ground and wouldn't dare to look back at him — the only sign of you acknowledging his presence right next to you being how you hugged the jacket he had placed over your shoulders a minute ago.

He didn't exactly get what happened. He had been talking to a friend of his he ran into, and then he saw you rushedly crossing the front door. He ran after you before he could even process it, only to be even more confused when he found you sitting down on the sidewalk, looking as if your heart had just been broken.

Still, even with such a look on your face, the words that had so weakly abandoned your lips caught him completely off guard.

He didn't know if he had heard it right. He didn't know what you wanted him to answer, nor did he know what to answer without compromising your entire friendship, which is why he ended up uncomfortably shifting in his place and clearing his throat before his eyes fixed on the house across the road.

“What do you want us to be?” He replied, voice nearly as weak as yours.

“That's not fair” you recriminated.

“What's not fair?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I'm asking you what we are,” your eyes finally fixed on his, and he could see how hurt you actually were. “I want you to answer, not to leave me with the responsibility of choosing”.

“So I'm supposed to choose?” He asked; not mad, but troubled as hell. “I don't know what you want me to say, Y/N”.

“Just, whatever you want us to be”.

“I'm in the same place as you here” his voice trembled. “I don't think my feelings for you could be any stronger, but we're… you're my best friend. I love you so much, Y/N, I don't want us to… risk it all and then lose you, I don't know”.

A bittersweet smile curved up your lips. You knew he loved you, and he knew you loved him. Neither of you had ever said it before, but you hadn't bothered to hide it either. Therefore, it didn't come out as much of a surprise when he confessed it like that.

Both of you were well aware of your mutual feelings, but neither of you dared to actually act up on them, in fear of it meaning to lose one another in the future. You were in love with each other dearly, but you treasured your friendship more.

Up until that night, at least, for things had just changed on your end.

“I love you, too” you confessed back, feeling him take a shaky breath. “And I used to think the same, that I didn't want to risk it all and then lose you”.

“Then?”

“Then…” you sighed, resting your palms on the pavement as you leaned back. “Then I saw the way Yumin looked at you, and how much you laughed with her and how happy you looked back then… and I realised that I was okay with not risking it all and being just friends til the end of times because it didn't cross my mind that at some point you'd be with someone else”.

“I'm not with Yumin,” he shut that idea of yours down immediately. “I just ran into her back there and we were catching up, we're not—”

“It doesn't matter,” you gave him another weak smile, as they seemed to be the only ones you had left. “You will fall for someone else at some point anyway, whether it's her or not, and I don't think I'll be able to just stand there and keep being your friend”.

“Y/N…”

“I really won't be able to stand it, Lix” your eyes watered. “The mere thought of you and her hurt like hell, what's it gonna be like when you actually do fall for someone else an—”

Your words were cut off by his mouth pressing lightly on yours. Just like that, the fate of your friendship had been settled.

It was the sweetest way you had ever been told to shut up, and you could only sit there and return the kiss after a couple of seconds, when you managed to snap out of it and realised you were in fact not dreaming.

It was delicate, soft, and didn't last long; only enough to stop you from talking nonsense and to let you know just how truly and deeply he felt for you.

“There isn't anyone else,” he whispered once he faintly pulled away. “There won't ever be someone else”.

You closed your eyes, resting your forehead on his and letting his breathing mix up with yours as you took in his words.

You loved him. He loved you. No matter how scared you were of a future without him if things didn't end up working out, you were sure that being so deeply in love with each other and not being together hurt just as much.

It almost seemed stupid not to give in to your feelings now.

“I think I want us to be more than friends…” you murmured, finally opening your eyes to meet his beaming chocolate ones.

Felix smiled, lightly nodding his head as he leaned in once more. “Good,” he pecked your lips. “Because I don't think I can keep myself from kissing you anymore”.

#i changed the second dialogue a bit i hope that's okay!!#skz #stray kids #felix #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #felix imagines #skz reactions #stray kids reactions #felix reactions #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #felix fanfic #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #felix scenarios

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dumplingsjinson · 11 months

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hiii <3 can you please do a prompts list for shy x ex-player where the player falls for the shy character? i know it’s specific but i’m having a really hard time trying to think of how to start! thank you <3

(it can be anything like flirty prompts or funny scenarios!)

List of “how the hell did someone like you fall for someone like me?” prompts

“You really are down bad for them, aren’t you?” “I’m not.” “You’re literally blushing over the fact that they walked past us, and you don’t fucking blush. That’s just… Not you.”

“Okay, don’t think I didn’t notice you staring at me and creeping around me. What do you want from me?” “I don’t… I don’t want anything from you. I just… Wanted to talk to you, that’s all.”

There’s something about Character A which intrigues Character B so much, so out of curiousity, they try to get closer to Character A. In the process of it all, Character B also finds out, for the first time, what it feels like to actually fall in love with someone.

“You’ve had so many partners before so—“ “Yeah, but I never fell in love with them. You… You’re the first one. In fact, you’re the first person I’ve ever truly wanted and I don’t want to mess this up.”

Character B’s friends teasing the shit out of them because they seem to lose their ability to talk and think when they’re around Character A.

Character A’s group of friends trying to keep Character A away from Character B because they know of Character B’s notorious history of playing with people’s feelings.

“I swear that’s not me anymore,” Character B says. “So please, trust me when I say I only want to do good for you.”

Character B getting to know about Character A’s not-so-shy side and liking it a little too much.

The sexual tension between these idiots only grow the more time they spend with each other, until Character A suggests that they do something about it. “Just fucking kiss me or something because I’ve been needing this for way too long,” would be what they’d say if Character B hadn’t cut them off, halfway, by pressing their lips against theirs.

“So technically I’m your first love?” “Something like that, yeah.”

#i just realised you were asking for flirty or funny scenarios and i’m bad at both of those so this is what i wrote instead #hope that’s okay?#sorry anon wlkenflekwnfek #prompts #otp prompts #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #writing scenarios #request

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whump-in-the-closet · 8 days

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Hear me out, I’m pretty sure we all heard of hypnotist whumper, but hypnotist caretaker? Yeah, thats it.

TYPE SHIT

Whumpee begged. For the first time in weeks, they begged. They were home, they were safe, they-- alarm bells went off in their head-- they were not safe.

"Please, Caretaker!" They forced themselves under the table, the carpet scratching at their knees and the confined space suddenly constricting. Their pleading was a whisper, low and caught in their throat, "Please, please--"

Caretaker's shoes stopped at the table. He sighed. In a soft voice, as if talking to a cornered animal, he said, "You need to take your medication, Whumpee. You're...you're not well."

"No."

"Let me help, Whumpee."

Whumpee remained where they were. "I thought I could trust you--" their words were broken off by a coughing fit, leaving their head ringing and everything swimming swimming swimming...

Caretaker crouched down.

Through the blurring, Whumpee could make out his dark eyes, pitted with exhaustion and faintly annoyed. In Caretaker's calloused hand was a bright orange bottle. Whumpee's name was on the label.

Whumpee shrank back.

Caretaker sighed again. "Whumpee, look at me."

Whumpee didn't notice him drawing a small pocket watch out of his faded jeans.

Their vision flailed outwards, fracturing, like a piece of starfish broken off.

Tick, tock

Caretaker started to swing their pocket watch back and forth, the clock hands steady inside the white case.

Tick, tock, tick--

Time slowed into a strange, honey-like state. Everything blurred away, except the pocket watch and the ticking hands.

Whumpee's panic faded, worked into the batter of time and starry vision. Whumpee didn't really feel anything--

just faintly quiet

tick

A city night quiet, with neon laughter and buzzing lights

"That's it, look at the watch,"

tock

A country road quiet, with Whumpee in the trunk of the car and the duct tape suffocating.

"Here are your meds. Take them."

tick

tock

A basement quiet, with concrete walls and deafening grey all around...the pressure building into silence.

"I'm sorry."

#cw kidnapping #cw forced caretaking #cw medication #whump writing #whumblr #whump ideas #whumpee and caretaker #whump community #whump prompts #whump scenario #troy talks #answered asks #whump #whump prompt #whumpblr #hyptonist caretaker'#reluctant caretaker #hope this is okay #happy whumping its only wednesday

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beedreamscape · 7 months

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To pair my last post, but in happier tones.

Part of me thinks Kiriona was so set up on turning John back to mortal, after any Harrowhark intentions that overrule everything else, not because she has lofty plans of ruling over anyone but because if he isn't immortal anymore, he's not god anymore, and if he's not god nor the emperor, he's free to be just her dad.

I want the griddlehark drama and angst and romance for the next book, but I also want to see Gideon experiencing some, at the very least, normal times with an adult figure that doesn't hate her, that feels responsible for her, that might even love her, in an environment that isn't 'headquarters of an empire at war'.

Which alternatively could also be achieved with Pyrrha once they overcome the larger-than-life wall that is Wake between them, but that'd still be different than the father figure of John who, in his best days, has a personality that matches Gideon's so well and could very well offer the tenderness she's never been shown before, tenderness he's very capable of when he's not drunk in his own revenge plots.

#anyway #has anyone guessed which is my favourite dynamic in the books???#dynamic which i didn't get to see more than two lines of???#yes yes #hoping for bubble scenarios of him showing her NZ landscapes and the places he grew up in #showing her his family and his people...........#that'd be so extra tho #so you see i can only picture two outcomes for them #either doom and utter betrayal or some very okay times of bbq and playing ball with her physically incompetent nerd father #goth gf. nerd father. uuhhh... paul. psycho bitch bestfriend. dad's eldritch monster chick. ex-cop stepmom???#it's complicated #tlt #the locked tomb #atn speculation #alecto the ninth #kiriona gaia #gideon nav #john gaius

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kentoavenue · 10 months

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[ 23:46 ] - suguru geto

it’s nearly midnight when you step out of the izakaya, your steps heavy and mind hazy. one of your hands reach out to support your weight on a wooden pillar, and you take a moment to breathe and rein in your consciousness.

you blink up at the izakaya’s entrance lighting, a yellow hue contrasting across the planes of your face, the izakaya’s wooden sign swaying silently in tokyo’s midnight breeze.

you’ve been here more times than you’d like to admit—usually during nights like these, when your head wanders too far and your heartstrings feel like they might just snap at the slightest touch.

you’d stumbled across this place on accident one desperate sunset, needing somewhere to carve out that hurt.

so far, it worked.

up until two months ago, that is.

you had first felt that presence that one night you were about to walk the twenty-minute distance back home, but had brushed it off as the alcohol making its way to your head.

‘it’s nothing,’ you had convinced yourself.

but the next time you felt it again. and then again. and then again.

that’s ending tonight, though. you were tired of that little voice in your head always telling you to look over your shoulder, to check.

so instinct moves your feet forward, stepping towards the entrance of the street’s darkened alleyway.

and there it is—a figure.

your tipsy state really wasn’t helping the fact that the figure seems to be blending with the shadows, and you almost take another step forward when the figure slightly retreats back further into the darkness.

almost. and it hits you then.

“suguru.”

and he physically stills.

you should have known.

should have known it was him all along. that the instinct you felt was not really instinct at all, but habit.

“how long are you going to keep this up?”

it’s silent for a moment, before suguru geto steps out towards you, stopping a couple feet away. his gaze drags across your face, dropping lower at your lips, then back up again.

“i forgot how beautiful you were.” he says.

you release a breath of disbelief, opening your mouth to argue, when he continues.

“i’ve always known you were beautiful,” suguru raises a hand, as if to brush your hair out of your face, but halts mid-air. “it seems i forgot how much.”

“you didn’t answer my question.”

he drops his hand.

“as long as it takes.”

“for what, suguru?” you take a step back, mind beginning to clear now.

“for me to know you’ll always get home safe.”

you look at him then. actually, look at him.

his eyes are a shade darker than when you had last seen him, ebony hair now much longer than it was. it’s like it’s him, but not really. not anymore.

“you don’t get to decide that, suguru. you left.” you point your index finger at him, seething with pent up rage and grief. “you left your old life behind, left me behind. and now after a year you’re doing this?”

suguru inhales a breath, as if readying himself to explain. but you don’t let him.

“you left without warning, no letters, no calls. nothing.” tears begin to prick your eyes, and you tilt your head to the sky, as if to take them back in. “imagine what i felt when i saw that execution report.”

“i know.” suguru decides against explaining then, instead allowing you this moment to lash out—he deserves this, anyway. “i’m sorry.”

“no, you don’t get to apologize.” you reach your hands out onto his chest, and push back.

you ignore how warm his body is under your palms, how familiar yet distant the contact feels. how much your fingers want to pull him in instead of pushing back. but you do.

“you left me grieving over someone who was still alive. someone who meant the world to me.”

you continue to push, push, and push his body back towards the shadows, back to where you won’t have to see him, and he lets you.

“and while i was out there barely continuing life without you, you were off to god knows where with no sense of guilt.”

“i was always with you, sweetheart.” suguru takes ahold of your wrists, halting your efforts to push any further. and his eyes soften when you finally look at him again. “you never knew, i made sure of that. but i’m always with you.”

and he pauses for a second, as if contemplating tonight.

“forgive me, sweetheart.”

“forgive you for which part?” you jerk your wrist away, but he holds on.

“for this part.” and he kisses you, one hand moving up to tilt your face towards his.

it’s raw, his kiss. it’s brimming with months and months of all the stages of grief, of wanting, of all the things left unsaid.

you know you should push him away again, pry yourself out of his hold, but a broken part of you misses this—misses him.

“you left. you left. you left.” you repeat, over and over, fingers clutching at his shirt.

and suguru repeats back i knows and i’m sorrys, over and over again, more times than you can count.

he’ll say it a hundred times more if that’s what it would take for you to believe him. a thousand times more.

#jjk imagines #jjk x you #geto x reader #geto x you #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru imagines #geto scenarios #geto hurt/comfort #geto suguru x y/n #geto angst #hii this is my first ever fic so i hope it was okay!#jjk s2 had me reeling so i figured i might as well write something #had to write my first one for this pretty boy

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loopyarts · 8 months

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Bus au comic gift for @drawbauchery it takes until night-time for Hajime to finally have time to give Teruteru his one hour hand holding time, he fell asleep. Here you are Teruhina fans your fill. :3

#teruteru #teruteru hanamura #hajime hinata #danganronpa #dr bus au #bus au #fanart #Teruhina #Gift for drawbauchery #How could I’d not draw these boys being cute and holding to point I made a mini comic on them.#I hope you don’t mind drawbauchery me drawing an idea scenario of when they holds hands. :>#mini comic #danganropa 2 #I’m happy with how it turn out but I also feeling I need to practice on arms >.<‘ and the colouring okay but I need to get better at shadin #God sorry for the rambles my inner art perfectionist is showing again ovo’

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aris-ink · 2 years

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Hi! Could you write yandere bts (all members) with fear kink, con noncon, group sex and knife play..

You can write anything that comes to mind, thankss, Ps. I love your work!

😳 thank you ily!!! this was challenging but...

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: friends to lovers, roommates!au

warnings: oof everything mentioned above and more!!! implied con noncon, fear kink, knife play, rough sex, degradation, possessiveness, mentions of corruption, manhandling, dirty talk, outdoor sex, oral sex, creampie, this is basically a gangbang ahshdhdh sorry? 🤷‍♀️

You were such a pretty, little thing. Falling asleep on the way home was your first mistake. You startled when Yoongi rubbed your shoulder, lifting your head off of his chest.

"Finally," you sighed - then paused.

All eyes were on you, and for some reason no one made a move to get out of the car. You realized why when you took in the scenery outside the window. You weren't parked in front of your house; you were in the middle of the woods. The thick silence in the air made your heart start pounding wildly, your stomach twisting with unease.

"What's going on?"

It was Jin who reached over to open the door for you, a gentlemanly gesture that did not match his commanding tone.

"Out."

You wanted to ask if this was some kind of a joke, but your throat suddenly felt too tight to let any sound pass through.

"You better listen to him, baby," Hoseok murmured.

Blinking, you turned to Jimin for help, hoping to find some answers to your questions. All he did was smile at you. It made your knees feel weak.

Upon realizing you had no other choice, you stepped out of the car slowly, dry leafs crunching under your foot. The air was cool, the darkness of the night endless and thick with tall, old trees. For the small moment you stood there on your own, rubbing your arms, in a way you felt safe; and then they stepped out of the car too, making sure to lock it and hide away the keys. Suddenly you were surrounded, nothing more than prey about to be devoured.

There was a small part of you, naive perhaps, that tried to make sense of the situation in the most rational way possible. You looked at Jimin, once again searching his angelic face for answers. But the only one you got was so devilish it made your heart jump to your throat.

"What's wrong?" He asked, taking a step forward to place his lips right next to your ear. "Thought you wanted some excitement. Can't handle it?"

"What?" You finally managed to find your voice, though it came out hoarse.

Jimin laughed quietly. Your stomach turned upside down, sparks of heat spreading through it. You could feel it paint your cheeks pink as he whispered into your ear again, touching your elbow.

"You came all over me so hard last night. Care to remember why?"

He pulled away then. One look at you and he knew you remembered.

You didn't answer him, but the split second your gaze flickered to Yoongi was enough to betray your thoughts. Jimin's cat eyes caught on to that little movement immediately, amusement lighting up his face.

"Oh, that's right," he turned to the elder. "She wanted you to-"

"Stop it!" You hissed, grabbing his jacket in an attempt to pull him aside.

A strong pair of arms wrapped around you from behind, dragging you away from Jimin and locking you in place tightly. You turned your head, finding Namjoon narrowing his eyes at you.

"Calm down."

You couldn't calm down. Your heart was on the verge of bursting out of your chest, nerves mingling with this strange heat that kept on bubbling in your stomach. Especially since now, everything made sense. Struggling was useless; because Jimin already told them everything. He tsked at you, like he was disappointed, deliberately keeping his eyes on yours when he spoke up.

"What's wrong?" He asked again. "You wanted to be passed around, didn't you, baby? Changed your mind?"

There was no way to turn back now. You refused to break eye contact with him, unable to face the reactions his words might have gotten from the others.

"Go fuck yourself," you spat.

A low whistle sounded through the night, and the mocking laughter that followed caused goosebumps to break over your spine.

"Cute," Yoongi commented. "Let her go, Joon."

To your surprise, Namjoon did as he was asked and released you from his hold. You stared at Yoongi, your eyes widening when he reached into the pocket of his coat and produced a fine, silver knife from it. Its sharp edges gleamed in the faint moonlight. You could feel your stomach drop all the way to the ground below you.

He analyzed your reaction carefully, his eyes so piercing they seemed to be able to read you like an open book.

"Go ahead and run, sweetheart. I'll give you a headstart. How about it?"

Your blood ran cold. The last thing you wanted was to take the bait; but in the moment, knowing no other way out, that was exactly what you did.

That was your second mistake.

You broke into a sprint, diving in between the trees, your feet pounding against the cool earth. You couldn't see where you were going, or if Yoongi was already behind you; you were too afraid to look back. The adrenaline pumping through your veins made it hard to breathe, but it helped you keep going. You ignored the branches that pulled at your hair and scratched at you, shoving them out of your way.

You wanted to find shelter somewhere in the wide arms of the forest, not giving a damn about getting lost. However, any hopes for that were crushed when you were abruptly pulled back by your arm, the strength in Yoongi's hands knocking you straight into his chest.

He tackled you, pain shooting up your spine when you hit the ground. He caught both of your wrists and pinned them above your head, his eyebrows raised. While you could barely catch your breath, he only seemed excited, his eyes shining as he stared down at you. Like he lived for the thrill of the chase.

"Not bad."

His weight on your body felt too intimate. His free hand lifted to your face, the knife in it making you freeze under him.

"Now," he sighed, "let's get one thing out of the way. And I'd advise you to stay still, baby."

The warning was loud and clear. Still, the last thing you expected was for him to drop the weapon and reach under your skirt, his fingers brushing against your clothed core. Your thighs clenched on instinct. He looked up at you sharply, but instead of scolding you, he just furrowed his brows.

"Fucking hell," he breathed. "You're so wet."

The weight of his words was mortifying to bear, but you knew he was right. And you weren't quite sure how to cope with it. Your breath was coming out in unsteady shudders, your throat feeling dry.

"Oh baby," he muttered. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this. I can't believe Jimin got to fuck this pretty pussy first."

You whimpered, all the fight seeming to leave your body. Yoongi picked up his knife and pressed its sharp tip into your throat. It felt so cold against your skin. You tried to calm your breathing, your spine tingling all over.

"Let's get back to the others, hm? I'm not the only one who's been waiting."

Your knees felt like cotton when he lifted himself off you and pulled you up, the implications of his confession doing nothing but ruining your underwear further.

It wasn't long before you were back to the same spot you tried to escape from, your back leaning against Hoseok's chest as you sat on the cold, forest ground. Trapped. He kept your legs spread wide open and your arms locked in an unforgiving grip. The silver blade was running up and down your soft thighs, inching closer and closer to your panties, but now its handle was in Taehyung's skilled hands.

"Look at you," he cooed. "Trembling like a leaf. Are you scared?"

You lowered your gaze, feeling your own slick soaking the soft cotton material. The knife was suddenly beneath your chin, forcing your head up.

"I asked you a question."

"Don't bother," Jungkook cut in. "She just needs a little motivation."

He crouched down on the ground next to you, his boots crushing the leaves that were lying there.

"Isn't that right, honey?" He asked, tilting your chin towards him.

You swallowed harshly, remaining silent.

He stared into your eyes for a moment. Then his jaw tensed, his grip on your chin tightening.

"How about this," he offered, "you start talking, or I'll put that pretty, little mouth to better use right now."

A muffled whimper broke through your lips. You turned your head away, but you could still feel Hoseok's chest shake against you as he laughed.

"How is that supposed to motivate her? She's probably dying for it."

"No," you protested.

It was the first thing you managed to utter since Yoongi dragged you back here. Jungkook smirked, ignoring the scoff that came from somewhere in the background.

"I know my pretty girl so well."

You felt too weak to fight back anymore, your clit pulsing viciously, needy for attention. You couldn't tell why you could feel the heat of your own tears stain your cheeks; from the aching need to be touched, the humiliation of it, or the fear crawling through your chest. It was a twisted potion they got you drunk on, and they seemed to enjoy every second of it.

"Is she crying?" Namjoon leaned in, tilting his head. "She is."

"Poor baby," Hoseok muttered into your hair. Though his actions said otherwise, his palms pressing into your thighs to spread them further apart for everyone's viewing pleasure.

Your vision was blurred when Taehyung turned your head back towards him, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

"No need for that, baby," he soothed. "Just be a good girl and stay still, and I won't hurt you. Okay?"

You nodded. It wasn't a verbal answer, but his eyes lit up nonetheless, the knife making its way back in between your legs.

This time, ever so gently, you could feel the cold tip slip beneath your underwear.

As though expecting your reaction, Hoseok's hands tightened on your thighs, holding them in place. His strength was a good thing, because with the way you flinched the sharp edge could have cut straight through your skin.

"Stay fucking still," Taehyung snapped. "This will only take a second."

Your chest tightened. Like a deer caught in headlights, you watched him slice through the ruined material, cold air hitting your drenched folds as he left you exposed.

You weren't sure who groaned. Their voices were starting to mingle together, your mind growing foggy with the intensity of the emotions rushing through you.

"Holy fuck."

"She's so fucking-"

"Focus," Taehyung demanded.

You didn't know how to. Frustration got the best of him, and without warning he grabbed your shirt, ripping straight through it.

"You know," he gritted, running the knife through your bra roughly to slice it open as well, "I was going to be nice and take things slow, but if you need cock to think straight, I'll help you with that."

"Fucking finally," Yoongi exhaled.

Too much. It was all too much.

Pulled from one direction to the other, you felt Hoseok's muscles tightening around you, blocking any movements from your side - whether they were accidental flinches, or attempts to escape.

The sound of a belt unbuckling made your head snap up. Jin grinned at you as he fumbled with the expensive leather, as beautiful as any sin, equal parts terrifying and thrilling.

"Oh, now you can focus?" Taehyung sneered. He was next to start unbuckling his belt, standing up to tower over you. His fingers trembled with desire as he pulled his jeans down, grabbing the back of your head and forcing you to kneel.

It was only then that Hoseok released you from his grip, the bite of late September air harsher without his warmth enveloping you. You pussy clenched so violently you couldn't help but shudder. You only had a second to take in the sight of Taehyung's cock, stiff, big and glistening with precum, before he pinched your nose, hard. Your mouth parted in a surprised daze.

"Gonna give you what you want, slut," he mumbled.

He pushed all the way inside, the sudden intrusion making your throat constrict. You coughed around him, attempting to push his thighs away from you, but he held you in place firmly, his head thrown back in ecstasy. The deep, filthy groan that left him made your cunt gush more, as did his forceful thrusts. True to his word, he didn't bother easing you into it, stuffing your mouth full and hitting the back of your throat.

"Holy shit," you thought you could hear someone gasp. Namjoon? "Don't fucking kill her, man." The concern would have been comforting; only it wasn't concern at all. "I don't want her passing out. I want her looking at me when I fuck her."

You whined so loudly someone swore, and Taehyung would have laughed at you if he could manage to do so between the moans that were flowing out of him. Your mouth felt so much better than he ever imagined. You gagged around his cock, unable to react when you felt somebody kneel behind you, their hands wrapping firmly around your breasts.

"Having a good time?" Jimin breathed into your ear, twisting your nipples softly.

Perhaps earlier on, you would have pushed him away. But your lungs were on fire and you were tingling all over, desperate to finally be touched; feeling so, so good. Too lost in a completely new headspace to remain observant or coherent.

Taehyung's hips came to a halt. With a grunt, he pulled his cock out of your mouth, leaving a string of saliva running down your chin. You collapsed forward and leaned your weight on your hands, greedily gulping in air. He was panting just as hard as you, if not more. The earth felt damp beneath your palms, your head spinning. You've never felt so used before, and so oddly high at the same time.

You barely caught your breath before Yoongi was pushing you onto your back, covering you with his body.

"Not gonna run again, are you?" He murmured, minty breath washing over your lips. "My knife is still here, little girl."

You were beginning to feel lightheaded, trembling beneath him, your heart thumping frantically against your ribs, like a frightened rabbit stuck in a cage.

You were so pretty. Even prettier with your pupils blown wide, fear and desire creating an addicting universe inside your eyes, all theirs to get lost in. Because if you thought you still belonged to yourself, you were wrong.

"You've barely been touched," Yoongi tsked, "but you're dripping like a dirty whore."

You hated how his words made your stomach clench.

The feeling of his hot, swollen cock dragging through your folds only added to the high, finally providing you with some long needed stimulation.

"Bet I could just," he mumbled, pushing the thick head against your entrance, "slide right in."

And as if to prove his point, he did, driving his cock into the heat of cunt in one thrust, until he bottomed out. You moaned, your stomach tightening, so deliciously full you could have cried again.

Yoongi hissed through his teeth, keeping still, relishing in the feeling of your walls fluttering around him. Jungkook knelt down beside you, stroking your hair.

"How does she feel?"

Yoongi grunted, burying his face in your neck. He wanted to use so many words. Perfect. Warm. Divine. But all that came out was a strangled, "Tight."

The view of the night sky became obscured by more faces looking down at you, shifting closer. Faces you knew so well but now saw in a different light for the first time since you met. And it seemed like the signs were always there, but you missed every single one; which landed you right here. Trapped in the middle of nowhere and being devoured at last.

Yoongi made sure to drag his cock along your walls slowly as he pulled out, until the tip was back at the entrance of your soaked pussy.

"Oh my god," Hoseok gritted. "Hurry the fuck up."

You didn't notice it before, but beads of sweat graced his flawless skin, his fingers wrapped around his cock as he watched what was about to happen.

You moaned so loudly Yoongi slapped his hand over your mouth, thrusting back inside you harshly. Your own hand was lifted off the ground, your wide eyes locking on Namjoon's. You weren't able to turn your head all the way, but you certainly felt the warmth and the grith of his length, even if you couldn't see it. His mouth parted as he helped you grip it. Your thighs started to shake, pleasure exploding deep in your abdomen, all the way to your already ruined cunt.

"Let her scream," Jin murmured, pulling Yoongi's hand away from your mouth.

He only grunted. He didn't care what was happening around him now that he was buried deep inside you.

With his hand gone from your mouth, you cried out freely, your eyes prickling with tears. You were going to come, and there was no way of stopping it from happening. You didn't want to stop it, either.

"Shit, let me- give me-" Jungkook stuttered, unzipping his jeans. "Give me a fucking minute."

You could barely keep up. He turned your head, pressing your cheek into the ground.

"She can scream all she wants later, just-shit- just let me-" he struggled, pushing his cock in your face. "Let me fuck her mouth."

He muffled your whines, his cock sliding in between your lips real quick, though unlike Taehyung, he made sure to stop just before he hit your throat.

"Ah, yeah," he breathed out. He squeezed his eyes shut, like he was afraid that looking at you now would make him blow his load right away.

"Oh shit," Yoongi groaned. Naturally he could feel your little pussy trying to milk him dry, tightening. "Are you gonna come, you fucking slut?"

"Of course she's gonna come. Let her."

"Yeah, I think she earned it. She's in for a long night."

You weren't sure who said that. Your muscles locked, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. Black spots danced in your vision, Yoongi's thrusts growing sloppy. He fucked you through it, his own orgasm following right after, making him moan obscenely. His cum was so warm when it rushed into you, the feeling dirtier than you could put into words, but exactly what you needed.

Such a pretty, little thing; so easy to pick apart. You were too high up in the clouds to notice that Yoongi had slipped out of you. Jin replaced him in between your thighs, eyes stuck on the cum flowing out of your twitching hole.

"My turn, baby," he sighed, slapping the head of his cock over your sensitive clit.

"Wait," Jimin groaned. "Sit up. I wanna see her."

And like the good friend he was, Jin listened, knees pressed into the ground as he pulled your ass back towards his leaking cock.

"Gonna fill you up real good," he promised. "Gonna fill you up so good you won't wanna leave the house ever again."

That's been the plan all along. Jimin's little confession of your secret desires only sped things along. It was most pitiful that you didn't seem to understand that at the beginning; you have always been theirs.

You could feel Hoseok shifting closer to your face, next in line to use your mouth, his cheeks flushed from excitement.

"Say ah, baby."

He sighed contentedly when you did, parting your swollen lips for him obediently. His smile was so sweet for a moment you saw a flicker of the Hobi you thought you knew. But then his hips pushed forward, and your jaw ached as you were filled again, tasting precum on your tongue. You were so far gone; you were so perfect. The wait has been worth it, as they knew it would be. Hoseok gritted his teeth, tangling his hand in your hair.

"What a good girl," Jin praised, still in his awe.

Their good girl. They loved you too much to ever let you go.

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