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bussyslayer333 · 2 years

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summary: an accidental call to your boyfriend on girls night leaves everyone shocked at a revelation they never thought they would have; bob fucks.

pairing: robert floyd x girlfriend!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: allusions to smut throughout but none actually, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a daddy kink, one mention of 50 shades of grey as a joke 😭

part 2!

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Bob, Rooster and Coyote were all sat on the couch in Hangman’s living room whilst an old 80s rock record played through the speaker, watching the latter animatedly talk about some new position him and his girlfriend had tried out the night previous.

“And then I had her leg wrapped around my neck Javy, it was literally insane.”

Javy laughed at his best friend’s antics whilst Rooster spluttered, “You’re so full of shit Bagman! Not even a gymnast could pull that off.” Bob nodded in agreement and Jake started up again.

“Rooster, you’re just mad that the grannies you’re ploughing in missionary get arthritis before you can finish.”

Bob couldn’t even politely hold in his laugh at the dig as Coyote started to smack his arm in an effort to stop cackling, whilst Rooster huffed something about how she was only two years older than him with an eye roll. Now filled with the urge for revenge Rooster decided to strike the first person in his eye line.

“How come we never get to hear about you and your girlfriend Bob?” Rooster questioned, which was cruel of him. He knew Bob was a private person but the alcohol they had slowly been consuming over this ‘boys night’ had lowered his inhibitions slightly and he was still seething from Jake’s dig so Bob seemed like the easy target. Bob shrugged as the boys turned to him expectantly.

“It’s not gentlemanly, I dont expect she says anything about us to her friends either,”

Coyote seemed pleased with his response and slapped him on the back a little too painfully before putting in his (unwanted) two cents.

“See that boys? Always the southern gentleman hey Bob?”

Jake laughed loudly at the two admissions he had just heard.

“What bagman?” Bob asked, growing more agitated by his friends who were a little more inebriated than he was.

“You are out of your depth if you think Phoenix, Halo and our girlfriends aren’t talking about us specifically in the bedroom right now.”

Reminded of your current whereabouts, Bob began to wonder what you and your girlfriends talked about on your bi-monthly girls night. After all that is why he was drinking at Hangman’s place. Jake would never admit it but he hates being alone in his house without his girl, hence the invitation to boys night being sent out to his friends. Bob was about to speak up again when ‘My Girl’ by the temptations started playing from his pocket, signifying that his girlfriend was indeed calling him. Jake giggled out,

“Seriously Baby on board, I promised my girlfriend I’d start being nicer to people but you are making that promise so goddamn hard right now.”

Rooster felt bad for starting up this conversation and came to Bob’s defence,

“I love this song,” this prompted a fake gag from Jake into Javys face.

“Can you guys shush for like one sec,” Bob pleaded before answering the call.

“Hey baby,” Bob spoke.

No reply. Weird.

“Hello?” Bob spoke again, he could hear muffled sounds but no clear words. Begrudgingly switching the phone to speaker in one last attempt to hear you clearly, Bob held his phone out and the boys leaned in rather too nosily for Bob’s liking. There was more muffled noises until a sound rang out that the boys assumed was you moving your phone into a better position.

“Hi baby,” Bob tried again, but it became obvious that you couldn’t hear him. He reached to end the call when a voice rang out.

“YOU CALL HIM WHAT?!” Jake’s ears perked up, he would recognise that voice anywhere, that was unmistakably his girlfriend. Jake gestured for Bob to put his phone on the coffee table so they could all hear where the rest of this conversation (which was definitely not meant for their ears) would go. Bob felt slightly bad that this would be an invasion of your privacy, but that feeling quickly subsided when he heard your response.

“Look, Daddy kinks aren’t even that uncommon, Jake has made you do even crazier stuff and you can’t even argue that!”

Rouge began to spread across Bob’s cheeks and he reached to end the call to prevent further embarrassment in front of his closest friends. However, all three other boys seemed to be working in tandem as Coyote moved to hold Bob down and Hangman held the phone away from him all whilst Rooster reminded Jake that he should mute themselves so that they shouldn’t have to worry about a noise coming from them which would alert you of the call currently taking place without your knowledge.

Phoenix cut in before Jakes girlfriend could retaliate to your earlier statement. She was curious,

“And like.. you enjoy that?” Bob was reminded of the sheer amount of people who he worked with who were now aware of a certain preference he had and he cringed.

Your giggle was heard across the phone and the boys struggled to contain their own.

“I mean when I first met him I was not expecting it at all, but like… it’s so hot when he takes charge,” the girls all squealed and you were spurred on, “the other week he even tied my hands up so I couldn’t touch him when he went down on me.”

More squeals ensued but not just from the girls, Rooster was surprisingly high pitched when he wanted to be. Halo squawked out,

“Phe I cannot believe your little back seater is a total fifty shades of grey type freak!”

Jake’s girlfriend seemed to find this even funnier than everyone else,

“‘Little’! Ha! You’re funny Halo!” This intrigued the two female pilots even more as they prodded at you. Phoenix spoke up first,

“How am I supposed to look him in the eyes after this?!” She laughed.

Halo then decided to question you further, “Okay, I’m gonna move my hands apart and you tell me when to stop,”

A snort from Jake’s girlfriend followed and then silence for a few seconds. The boys stared Bob down suddenly wishing they were with the girls. A shriek interrupted their train of thought and Bob buried his face into his hands.

“NO WAY!” Halo all but screamed. You winked at her and she screamed again, “God, no wonder I saw you limping around the Hard Deck the other day!”

Rooster looks up at this revelation and questioned Bob, “Bro you said she hurt her knee at work,” Bob smiled sheepishly and Coyote continued his annoying habit of smacking anyone in the near vicinity when he finds something particularly funny.

Bob shushed them all as you began to speak again, “Look if we’re being honest now I want to admit something else,”

“Please have a sex dungeon, please have a sex dungeon, please have a sex dungeon, please have-”

“Jake shut the fuck up he does not have a sex dungeon,” Rooster came to Bob’s defence once again, “…do you?”

Bob scoffed at the absurdity of Roosters question, “Hey! I was just checking man!”

You started up again, “that time I lost my voice from a mean cold… it was not a cold.” The girls shrieked with laughter, “and that’s all I’m saying on that matter.”

There was movement on the phone as Phoenix finally spoke up from her laughter, “I need another drink, anyone else for one?” There was a combination of yeses and Halo got up to help her retrieve what was left of the wine.

There was more shuffling then a loud gasp much clearer than everything else the boys had heard, they looked at each other and grinned.

Jake’s girlfriend looked up from her phone and asks you, “whats up, babe?”

“I’ve been on call to Bobby this whole time.”

Bob couldn’t help but laugh at your use of the sweet nickname after seemingly revealing all of yours and his dirty secrets.

Jake’s girlfriend ever the people pleaser tried to reassure you, “Well we didn’t hear anything from them? Maybe he butt answered your butt dial?”

You breathed a sigh of relief at her words, because they made sense right? You reached to end the call but then a voice from your phone spoke up.

“Baby, you are far too optimistic.” Jake chuckled into the phone hoping to surprise his girlfriend.

Jake’s girlfriend laughed and you gasped, “Jake! Hi um… sorry how long have you been on the phone? Is it just you there?”

A chorus of laughs occur from the boys side of the phone and you groan into Jake’s girlfriends hair.

Rooster speaks up this time in a teasing tone, “Best behave for Daddy tonight Angel.” And you groan even further into Jake’s girlfriend as Phoenix and Halo return with wine in hand.

Phoenix gives you a confused look and you explain, “I butt dialled Bob.” Halo threatens to spill the remnants of wine with how hard she is shuddering with laughter.

Phoenix speaks into the phone, “Hi boys!”

Coyote laughs and responds, “Hey Phoenix!”

You finally dare to ask the question that’s been plaguing you, “So how much of that did you actually hear?”

Your sweet, loving boyfriend finally spoke up, “From about the daddy kink up until now, Sweetheart.” He chuckled.

“I’m so sorry, Bobby.” You cringed.

“Don’t worry about it, just be glad I’m not trying to break your legs like Bagman is with those positions with his girl.”

You giggled into your friend again whilst protests from Jake could be heard.

“Okay Baby, well I’ll see you soon?” You asked and you could practically hear Bob’s smirk through the phone.

“Yes you will, Sweetheart.”

After hearing his response you absentmindedly tap your phone to end the call and place it face down away from you.

Jake’s girlfriend piped up, “at least he didn’t hear us talk about you know what!” And you all giggled in relief.

“WE DONT KNOW WHAT !” Jake yelled into the phone.

“Still here Sweetheart,” Bob laughed, and you hurriedly picked your phone up.

“Oh my god what is wrong with me ?!” You whined. Bob laughed in response and Phoenix took your phone ending the call definitely before something too embarrassing was revealed.

Halo piped up, “I suggest a no phone rule at the next girls night!” You groaned into the pillow behind you.

The boys were staring at Bob, somewhat awestruck.

“What?” Bob laughed.

“Why are we all pretending we don’t wanna know what his dick looks like now?” Rooster asked.

Bob pulled away just quick enough before his arm became anymore bruised from Coyote’s violent laughter so Jake fell victim instead.

Bob almost felt bad for Jake but then he spoke up, “Daddy! Help me!” With a shit eating grin on his face.

God, you were in for it when you got home.

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a/n: i have always been a part of the bob fucks agenda but here is my little contribution HAHAH,, also i thought maybe a lil continuation w jake and his gf here ??? if anyone wants more on those two lemme knowww!!

lew lew i love you 🫶

pls comment, reblog or message me and tell me what u think !! all notes are appreciated <3

thank u for reading :)

- honey <33

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skelliko · 2 months

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Baji Keisuke |°- he broke up with you, but it was a mistake -- small, tiny bits of angst.

he didn't know what he was doing at all, he thought he understood but turns out he didn't. he thought he could go on with his day without having that giddy, warm feeling whenever you're mentioned or when Baji gets a vibration from his phone and without even looking to see who it's from he just knows it's you which causes a smile to creep up.

now, whenever he gets a text notification he jumps right into it thinking its you wanting him back but no, it's not you. it's some spam message or a text from one of his buds sending him homework answers that he forgot about. day instantly ruined.

he knows he's the one that ended it but why didn't you chase after him? it's a shit way to think and it doesn't make any sense at all because then what's the point in breaking up if he secretly wanted you to convince him to stay?

he regrets his decision, but also doesn't have the courage to face you again with this humiliation that only Baji, himself, has gained and caused. he didn't see the tears fall over your cheeks but he saw how you brought your hand up to your face when your back was turned. he knows you mourn in silence but looking back in that moment, he wished you to of slapped him for making that stupid statement and told him to take you back.

is that selfish of him? yes. because the only reason he broke up with you is because he was confused on what the feeling of love is supposed to feel like. in the beginning it seemed like a regular teenage romance, but as months went by he started to feel stronger emotions for you and that scared the hell out of him.

Keisuke being scared of love. he's not afraid of 50 men charging at him for a fight and it's him alone, he's not afraid of 100 either. he's not afraid of a knife battle, he's not afraid to speak up what's on his mind nor lead a large group within a gang, he's also not afraid to die for his friends. but he's afraid of love.

what is he supposed to say to get you back? 'hey I change my mind, can we get back together and cuddle? I miss your warmth' fuck no, you deserve an explanation and he's been pondering over it so much to the point where hes started to question if his heart can even beat anymore due to the distance between you both.

but is saving himself from humiliation better than losing you? no of course not. if it means to tell you how scared he was of a sappy emotion and you laugh at him then so be it if it means that he gets to see your smile, and if you don't laugh then he sure hopes you understand and don't stay consistent on being apart. cause this loneliness is becoming unbearable.

he ended up mentioning the situation to draken, why him out of everyone? cause draken has more experience with the feeling of love than anyone else. aside from takemichi but there's no way that hed be of help for Baji. and chifuyu gets all his relationship advice from his shows and books which all showcase high standards. and pah-chin is still in the middle of discovering his own feels for a certain someone.

"what the fuck Baji" are the first words that came out of Draken's mouth. it wasn't disappointed nor anger but rather a small push to get Baji actually thinking things over and becomes aware of not only his own emotions but yours as well. If Baji truly loved you then he wouldn't have waited this long, if he did then he wouldn't have even considered splitting up in the first place even if he was afraid. he could have talked his feelings out with you first but noooo he chose to go the hard way.

what the fuck indeed. he ended up being too focused on the humiliation on his side rather than the hurt on your side. now he feels like a complete douche.

sooner or later Keisuke finally managed to collect his mental strength In contacting you, he may have physical strength but his mentality is constantly going from one place to another, though with a bit of encouragement from draken he finally got over the fear. he was relieved that you hadn't blocked his number otherwise he would have to go up to you in person first and if so then he would have pondered longer.

it was a simple message but half the time simple and straightforward is enough to get the message across "hey, can we meet up? i want to explain a few things" "please" he double texted making sure that you get his notification, also wishing behind the screen that you reply soon.

he was starting to worry that you didn't want to talk things out and you were purposely ignoring him. he paced around his room, tried to listen to music to relax but then songs that you both would listen to came up and that just made him feel a lot worse, so he scraped that and started to tidy up his room. the nervous anticipation for your message kept increasing and decreasing with every little activity that he'd do to distract himself from you, it'd either make him calm for a few moments or make him remember.

but once you finally replied he couldn't have been more relaxed once you agreed, it was like a bubble popping. sure it took a few hours but baji convinced himself that you were just busy or maybe you were thinking though certain scenarios, which is what he'd do if roles were reversed. thought him thinking about it now makes him realise that he'd probably be pissed off if he was you, and the both of you were together for a reason meaning he was gonna have to face you while you're irritated.

he brought this all on himself, but he can handle you in that state, or in any state to be precise. he just wants to finally see you again and hopefully make things right.

a large mix of anxiety and excitement filled him up knowing that you both were gonna see each other face to face and talk without any more lies, he said he lost interest in you but that was far from the truth considering that he's actually gained more, and baji is almost dying to apologise to you and hopefully make things right. who knew he'd go this mad over someone.

even his mom realised the difference in Baji when you came into his life, and to now when you're out of it. she knows what happened and what Baji did since he ended up telling her after he told draken but that was mainly cause he asked about you, though that mainly just caused more confirmation of how much of a big mistake he did and sure enough after his mother's words it clicked that he needs you back more than anything. even his mom misses having you around and that's when you know it's serious.

when the time and day came he chose to walk to the meet up spot so that he can collect himself carefully and prepare his words. however on his way there he realised that he can't come empty handed with no tools to fix your heart. it'd almost make it seem like his job would be done half-assed if he went to fix something but only brought one tool. and his only tool in this scenario would be words that could be either taken lightly or with weight.

he wanted to bring you something, anything to physically show how sincere he is but he couldn't turn back to go to a flower shop and be late, that could just cause you to overthink that he doesn't actually care, plus baji wanted to be a little early to prove to you that he really does mean in wanting to explain everything.

so instead he quickly crossed the road to the opposite pathway and reached over someone's fenced, front garden that had some rose bushes and carefully snapped off the prettiest one he could find, one that he could be sure that you'd be obsessed over by how perfect the petals are. for the rest of the walk his finger tips had small, bleeding punctures from snapping off the thorns to make it safe for you to hold... that's if you accept it.

one is an odd number of roses but it's cutely appreciated either way holding one flower in your hand, two is an odd-even number of roses to have and holding just two flowers next to each other in one hand feels off, three and four are an okay amount to have but baji already spent a few dedicated minutes in trying to eye out the perfect rose. the people that own that bush should really try and take care of the roses more.

and there you are, walking right towards him, he could tell that you seem a little stiff and he doesn't blame you considering how you both last seen each other. though despite the whole reason for being here it feels almost nostalgic, because this spot is the place where you both first met where you apologised for mistaking him as someone else and here he is apologising to you in the same place for mistaking his feelings.

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#think you'd accept his apology?#I'm actually really happy about this one #tokyo revengers baji #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #baji keisuke #baji #baji x reader #baji keisuke angst #keisuke #keisuke baji #baji keisuke x reader #tokyo revengers angst

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softspiderling · 4 days

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illicit affairs - part one | r.c.

summary:

“I’ll be upstairs with Monique, a’ight?” he said, muttering in your ear. “Are you okay getting the drinks to the boys?”

“Yeah yeah,” you huffed with a wave. “Go on. Be safe.”

Rafe smirked at you, ignoring how Monique was staring daggers at you. “Come get me if anything’s wrong, you hear me precious?”

OR; Topper gets duped by a pretty “bartender”, Rafe (almost) has another hook up, and you're trying to tell yourself that this is enough.

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: mention of drugs and alcohol (weed!), this chapter has no smut, but the later parts will so 18+ MDNI!

word count: 2,5k

author's note: wait... is this finally the first chapter of illicit affairs?🤭 yes it is!!! ik i've been teasing it for so long but it's finally hereee!!! inspired by my own tom holland fic (don't talk to me pls) and it has evolved into a series... i hope you love it so much!!!

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part one: "don't call me kid"

Women and men can’t be “just friends”.

You had always hated that saying. Like, why the hell couldn’t men and women be friends? All three of your best friends were guys, and you didn’t even remotely want to be anything more than friends with any of them.

Okay, maybe you wouldn’t mind being more than friends with one of them.

Bane of your existence.

Pain in the ass.

Annoying as hell.

Your best friend, Rafe Cameron.

You tried so hard to not be in love with him, to only be his friend. Mostly because it would make your life so much less complicated, but also because you hated proving that saying right by being in love with your guy best friend.

“Hey, you still with us?”

“What?”

Rafe stared at you with a frown, before he plucked the joint from your lips.

“You nearly smoked the entire thing by yourself. What’s got you thinking so hard?”

He raised an eyebrow at you while taking a hit from the joint, barely pulling it from his lips before Kelce snagged it from him.

“Greedy bitch,” Rafe huffed before he turned his attention back to you. “You tired, precious? Want to leave?”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname - despite the long tradition of it - and shook your head. “Nah. It’s not even one. And Topper hasn’t made a fool of himself yet.”

“Fuck you,” Topper shot back immediately, moving his cup out of the way when you reached for it. “No, no drinks for mean girls.”

“Come on, don’t be such an asshole,” you whined, smacking your mouth a little to get rid of the dryness the joint has left. Making grabby hands at the cup, you annoyed Topper until he finally gave in, handing you his cup. You took a big gulp, before you pulled a face, pushing the cup back into his hands, barely able to swallow whatever the hell he was drinking.

“Ew, what is that?”

“Some girl in the kitchen made it for him,” Rafe told you, snickering. “I don’t think he was even watching what she was pouring into his cup. Too entranced by her pretty eyes.”

“She said she’s a bartender,” Topper said defensively and you only snorted. He made it far too easy for girls to mess with him.

“Top, I love you,” you said, getting to your feet and straightening your clothes in the process. “But please, you can’t keep falling in love with every pretty girl who pays attention to you.”

“But I’ve been in love with you for six years precious,” Topper proclaimed as he clutched his chest melodramatically, “When will you give me a chance?”

You only scoffed at his antics, twisting your hair up before putting a hair clip in it. “You wish,” you said, slapping his hands away. “I’ll get us some new drinks.”

“I’ll come with,” Rafe offered.

“Can you get me one too?” Kelce piped up and you pinched his cheek, making him wince.

“Vodka soda?”

Kelce gave you a dirty look, rubbing his cheek before he nodded petulantly. You gave him a thumbs up, grabbing Rafe by the wrist to drag him inside.

It was incredibly packed as soon as you entered the house from the backyard, the body heat from about 50 drunk people raising the temperature indoors and it smelled like the inside of a beer keg. Rafe kept his hand on your lower back, to not lose track of you as you carefully weaved between the people on your way to the kitchen. You tried not to get distracted by how his hand occasionally brushed over your exposed skin whenever your top rode up. He had always been this way. Running a hand through Topper’s hair to annoy him, clasping Kelce’s shoulder whenever he drank too much and was hanging over the toilet, squeezing Wheezie’s arm in a quick hug, and keeping his hand on your lower back whenever the two of you were walking somewhere crowded. He liked to show affection the way his father failed to do. So you refused to overthink it when his hands splayed over your skin, despite your heart racing whenever it happened.

Losing yourself to your thoughts for a second, you didn’t pay any attention when some guy walked into you, too busy talking with his friend to watch where he was going. You nearly went flying face down on the ground, but Rafe’s hand quickly found your waist, steadying you.

“Hey, watch it!” Rafe snapped at the guy, who only raised his hands in defense.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, gently pushing his hands off of you. “We’re nearly there, don’t start a fight.”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Rafe giving the guy a stink eye before you reached the kitchen, where it luckily wasn’t as cramped, with only a handful of people mingling and talking. Grabbing four cups off of the stack on the kitchen island, you pursed your lips as you let your eyes roam over the options, rows, and rows of alcohol.

“Do you want a beer or something harder?”

“Beer, I think I might have to drive us home,” Rafe replied, grabbing the vodka bottle that was on his left, and handing it to you.

You unstacked the cups on the counter and poured vodka into three of them. Rafe reappeared by your side - not that you had noticed him leaving, you were too focused on making sure there was an equal amount of vodka in all the cups - sipping on a beer, a jug of cranberry juice in his other hand. You grabbed the jug out of his hand, wordlessly, filling your cup to the brim.

“Where’s the club soda?” you asked, glancing at him over your shoulder. Rafe only shrugged.

“Couldn’t find it.”

“Here’s club soda, Rafe,” a flirty voice suddenly said, and Monique Colver batted her long, fake eyelashes at Rafe.

“Thanks Monique,” Rafe replied with a smirk, taking the bottle to give it to you, which you accepted wordlessly.

Here we go.

“Call me Moni.”

“Moany?” you muttered under your breath while you filled the other two cups, barely wincing when Rafe gave you a side eye, acting like he was listening to every word that left Monique’s lips.

“- but I told my dad I really wanted to travel a bit so he got a me a trip to Europe.”

“Oh yeah? What countries you tryna see?”

Ugh.

You downed your entire cup in one go, already refilling it when you heard “show you” and “upstairs” and you rolled your eyes. You lifted your cup to your lips, basically putting your entire face in it, really, anything to remove yourself from this conversation, only pausing with drowning yourself when you felt Rafe’s hand on your lower back. Again.

“I’ll be upstairs with Monique, a’ight?” he said, muttering in your ear. “Are you okay getting the drinks to the boys?”

“Yeah yeah,” you huffed with a wave. “Go on. Be safe.”

Rafe smirked at you, ignoring how Monique was staring daggers at you. “Come get me if anything’s wrong, you hear me precious?”

You flipped him off and he took that as a sign to leave, following Monique as she dragged him upstairs.

“Bitch,” you muttered to yourself, grabbing the three cups on the counter and heading back outside to the boys.

It was a miracle that not a single drop was spilled on the way, probably because you were too busy trying not to imagine what was going on upstairs.

“There she is!” Kelce greeted you. “Almost died of thirst. What took you so long?”

“Don’t ask,” you muttered, handing them the drinks and Topper eyed you suspiciously. Acting like you didn’t notice it, you plopped yourself into the empty seat next to them, taking a big gulp from your drink.

“Where’s Rafe?”

“Where do you think?” you said with a sigh, giving him a look.

You weren’t jealous.

Okay, you were.

But it wasn’t the main reason why you were so annoyed.

You just hated it when the girls Rafe hooked up with always treated you like you were their competition, like you would take him away from them.

Which, fair, you could if you wanted. If you faked an injury or being sick, Rafe would immediately drop them to get you home.

But he’d never want you the way he wanted them. Yes, you knew he loved you, and yes he was your best friend, but you couldn’t help but want more. Maybe that was selfish. You let out a small sigh, leaning your head on Kelce’s shoulder, missing the way he glanced at Topper. Lucky for you, they decided against pushing it. Taking a sip from your drink, you tried not to think about Monique and Rafe. It didn’t help that the vodka and the joint were starting to work, spreading into your system, making you feel all warm and woozy, your head cloudy.

Your eyebrows shot up when Rafe suddenly appeared, squeezing himself between you and the armrest, his hair disheveled. You were still stewing, looking at him with a crease on your forehead.

“That was quick,” you noted. “Where did you leave Moany?” You couldn’t help but ask, putting emphasis on her nickname.

Rafe only shook his head, plucking your cup out of your hand to take a big gulp.

“That man is traumatized,” Kelce pointed out, nodding in understanding like he didn’t need any further explanation.

“Wait, Monique Colver?” Topper asked. “She’s pretty, isn’t she?”

Rafe held up his hand, stopping him. “Yes, but that wasn’t the problem.”

You rolled your eyes, already knowing what was coming. He was such a drama queen sometimes.

“What did she do?”

Rafe didn’t answer, taking another sip of the drink, before he winced. “She told me to call her precious.”

“What?!”

“HUH??”

“Ew!”

“You know what’s the worst?” Rafe groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “I didn’t even get off.”

“That’s your biggest problem??”

He rolled his eyes at you, shifting on the sofa. “Pretty big, yeah.”

“Ugh.”

“Can we get back to Monique wanting you to call her precious?” Kelce interjected. “Did Rafe call you precious in front of her?”

“Yes, very clearly. There’s no way she didn’t hear,” you replied.

“Maybe she hates your guts and she wanted to roleplay being you while Rafe abuses her in a sex-way.”

“Kelce, literally never open your mouth again,” you groaned, covering your ears with your hands, while Topper cracked up, Rafe only pulled a face.

“It makes sense,” Topper insisted. “Like, precious is the only girl who’s been around us, or well, Rafe, constantly. You know, apart from Sarah and Wheezie. Maybe that was Monique’s way of telling you she wants to be your girlfriend.”

“What?” Rafe asked, his forehead creased.

You snorted, shaking your head. “You’re giving her way too much credit, I think she’s just weird.”

“You’re biased,” Topper pointed out, reaching behind Kelce’s to boop you on the head. “I don’t think you’ve ever liked any of the girls Rafe hooked up with.”

“Ugh, what’s there to like? They either act like I’m invisible or are passive aggressive bitches,” you huffed, smacking his hand away. Rafe snickered, throwing an arm around your shoulder to pull you close, pressing a kiss on your head.

“They’re jus’ jealous, cuz you’re the only girl I keep around.”

“Get off me,” you grumbled, your cheeks warming regardless. Rafe knew how to make you feel special.

Kelce yawned, stretching his arms, laying one of them on top of Rafe’s arm around your shoulder. “This party sucks. And I’m starving.”

“I’m so down for tacos right now, do you think Mateo’s still open?” Topper asked, sitting up straight because if there was one thing he took seriously, it was tacos.

“It’s two am on a Saturday,” you pointed out, and his shoulders sagged. You exchanged looks with Rafe, a grin growing on your face. “His truck is definitely still open.”

“Alright!” Topper cheered, jumping up. “Let’s go then!”

He dragged the rest of you off of the couch, herding you through the backyard and to the car, all the while laughing and joking around. You ignored the dirty looks you received from others as you got into the passenger seat, Rafe getting into the driver’s seat of his truck.

It didn’t take long until Rafe pulled up into the parking lot where Mateo’s food truck was parked, the four of you tumbling out of the car, Topper nearly falling flat on his face as he sprinted to the food truck. The light was still on, with faint Spanish music playing in the background.

“If it isn’t my four favorite Kooks,” Mate said, wiping the counter with a towel, before throwing it over his shoulder, eyeing you expectantly as you stood in a row in front of him. “Can I help you?”

“Do you have any carne asada tacos?” Kelce asked, peering over the display.

“Even four would be enough,” Topper added, wringing his hands nervously.

Mateo sighed and you’d already come to terms with having to go to bed with a taco craving, before he grinned at you, shaking his head fondly.

“Grab some drinks and have some patience, I’ll feed you in a second.”

Ten minutes later, the four of you were chowing down on some tacos, washing it down with ice-cold cans of coke.

“Fuck, I so needed this,” Topper moaned, biting into his third taco and you rolled your eyes at him, dabbing at your mouth with a napkin.

“Get it together Top.”

Rafe nudged you with his knee, giving you a look. “Give him a break, I know you’ve been craving some tacos as well,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, which made you pull a face.

“Eurgh, please use a napkin you slob.”

You pushed the stack of napkins in his direction and he only grinned at you, picking up some off the stack to wipe his mouth.

“What would I do without you?” he teased, but you only rolled your eyes fondly, picking up some nachos.

“Whatever, eat your damn taco.”

Rafe squeezed your wrist with his clean hand, and you only leaned your head on his shoulder, starting to zone out when they started talking about some new boat, just enjoying their company. Honestly, you were glad you had them. Even if they were boys, incredibly dumb, and lacked a little tact sometimes, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You glanced down, where your legs were pressed against Rafe’s as you sat next to each other on the picnic bench, just like always.

Maybe, you thought to yourself, maybe this was enough.

“You good?” Rafe asked, raising a brow at you, taco halfway into his mouth.

“Yep, ‘m perfect.”

It had to be.

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miam0re · 11 months

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Can I request of blade and us being roommates and blade watch p0rn stream of a beautiful girl that's end up being you.

He walks in on us and fucked the shit out of us on our own Livestream 🤭🤭🤭

omg the way I couldn't stop writing like please this is just a thirst kaflafralfia okay but ummm idk maybe i want to write this a bit longer???? idk ahhhhhh *mia.exe has shut down* Very raw writing because i just wanted to get my idea penned down as soon as possible

His Dear Porn Streamer | Blade

Fem!PornStreamer!Reader, NSFW, Exhibitionism, masturbations(with toy/without toy), uhhhhh idk what else to add, I tried to keep it short so imma just mention that it was consensual,

He wasn’t too happy about getting a new roommate, that too a girl. You were going to ruin his nightly routine ughhh. What was his nightly routine? Opening up a popular adult streaming website and typing in his favourite porn streamer’s name, eyes darkening when a new stream notification flashed on top. He’d shamelessly stare at the way she’d grind on her dildo and talk so sweetly to the viewers, winking at them through her mask and twirling the hair of her wig through her fingers. Perhaps, he’d even cum with her, ejaculating all over his computer screen as if he was cumming on her face and watching her lick each drop.

But with this new girl roommate, he was going to have to be a bit more discreet with his actions.

Balling up his shirt in his mouth and opening the stream, surprised to see her in a new room, something that looked awfully familiar. He paid more attention to the background, shifting focus to her voice and looks until all the puzzle pieces fell into place.

He shot up and ran across the hall, barging into your room to a sight that made him smirk.

You seated in front of your PC with a webcam on and an outfit that too perfectly matched that of his streamer. What luck he had, his favourite porn streamer is now his roommate.

“Hello viewers, tonight’s show is going to be a little different. Tonight, she’s going to get fucked with a real dick.” He chuckled darkly as he sat down on the chair with you on his lap facing the camera, your underwear torn and hanging from your thighs as he shoved his dick into you, penetrating your cunt till his dick was completely sucked in. You gasped and moaned and squirmed, so in return he lifted your knees and spread them wider, exposing you to the camera even more.

Your screen lit up with multiple pings of donations and requests of different positions.

For $20 he slapped your thighs till they turned red

For $50 he squeezed your breasts and flicked you nipples

For $80 he pinched and rubbed your swollen clit to make you scream

And you? You were too fucked out to even think straight, mind filled with the sinful sounds of his dick thrusting into you, skin slapping on skin when you instinctively bounced on him. You didn't even want him to slow down and be soft. No, you had been craving some hard fucking just like this.

“For $150, I shall let her cum on my cock and if you’re feeling generous, an extra $100 and I’ll creampie her” He chuckled. The influx of donations made it clear what all the perverted viewers wanted to see. And so he obliged, grunting and increasing his pace and pounding into you till you broke and orgasmed all over him. And he wasn’t too far behind, pumping you full of a load of his hot semen, watching how it drooled out of your cunt regardless of still being plugged up. He ended the stream and let you rest on his lap, kissing the outline of your ear.

Your earnings of the day have had to be your highest. Perhaps you could make him your business partner.

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xuchiya · 6 days

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this song is one of my favorites and this was played while my team and i were having fun showcasing our prototype on our university week and yeah .. it is meant for my crush so too bad he didn't hear my message bc he wasn't there .. jk

fluff (based on a real life experience)

as i walked around, smiling and handing students flyers of our work, who were walking around looking at the computer science and engineering inventions or prototypes created by groups of amazing individuals with intellectual minds.

"hey girly!" almost dropping the flyers, carla—one of my good friends tackled me in a hug. i chuckle, wrapping my arms around her small figure, "hey how's the booth? how many signatures did you guys have?"

she puffs an air out, rolling her eyes, "gosh as much as I want to pass, this is hard. we're still at 50 signatures. what 'bout you guys?"

i look over my shoulders to see 2 of my group mates missing while the other 2 explain our work to wandering and curious students. i turn back to her, "not sure to be honest, ron and james are missing so we could still be around 30? not much."

"oh ron and james? they're holding the guest book paper before they leave." my head clicked immediately and laughed quietly, "smart bastards."

"martin saw what they did and is going around the campus too. anyways ..." her voice trailed off. i look at her confused, leaning on to my other hip, holding the flyer close to my chest "what?"

her lips curled up, bumping her hips to mine with a teasing manner, "wooyoung is walking around ... he's checking out all of our prototype." my eyes suddenly widen at the mention of wooyoung.

wooyoung is 4 years ahead of all of us hence the level year he is, which he is now graduating soon. because of the pandemic and short incomes, wooyoung stopped his studies until both of his parents got back up and let him continue his studies, even though he is already a few years behind though his other friends have work or have their own business, they didn't let wooyoung felt that he is out of place just because he is still studying. they knew his story and they understood him well. good friends indeed.

"oi! you're smiling like crazy, you're in love again ah!" she teases, slapping my bicep playfully. i scoff, turning around to walk back to my booth, "stop and I am not—it's just a happy crush."

as soon as i place the flyers down and face her, my two members plus her look at me with 'oh really?'. i pick up some discarded candy wrappers and threw it at them. they laughed at my reddened face, "geez girly if it wasn't for the heat index here in Manila, we would assume it's for wooyoung."

i turn away from them, grabbing my aqua flask and drinking the ice cold water defending the scorching heat of Manila’s summer. turning the mini fan brought by james, using the back of my hand– i wipe off the sweat trickling down the underside of my chin and jaw. as the days go on, so does the excessive heat, working outside is difficult to do without breaking TOO MUCH sweat.

“here.” a voice called out, i look up and to my surprise, wooyoung crouched on the same level as i was. i stared at him then to his extended hand where a handkerchief was reaching for me, my brows furrowed, “huh? no no i don’t want to. i mean thank you but it’s like .. i mean personal hygiene?”

i rambled without realising it until he chuckled softly, he moved forward– patting the sweat gently. the small distance we had, had my heart flying off the cage of my chest and the heat that was burning people’s skin was now all over my cheeks as wooyoung’s hand, surprisingly soft and gentle, held my sweaty face. his touch sent a jolt through me, and i could’ve sworn his thumb brushed against my cheekbone. a blush crept up my neck, and i stammered, unsure of what to say with our faces so close.

his touched lingered as he pulled away, his eyes searching mine with intensity that made my breath catch, “do you have an extra hanky?” i cleared my throat, pointing at the handkerchief wrapped around my hair, “no, i was in a hurry because i had to set up our prototype that i forgot to bring my clamp or my hair tie.”

he hums, “have you eaten lunch?” once again i spoke, “no …” he clicks his tongue, standing back up, i followed his figure to which i saw him approach my group mates and spoke to them. my head was all over the place, his touch, his voice and the way he cares for someone. so much luck for that person he will be with, breaking my heart in the process that this is all just a stupid “happy” crush, nothing more and nothing less—nothing to take serious. i sigh, shaking my head and scolding my hopeful heart.

“you’re so blind girly…” my head snapped towards carla, she smacked my head gently–playful way. i pout, “what? I’m not trying to hurt myself by giving myself false hope that he feels the same way.” carla sighs, “he wouldn’t go beyond those boundaries if he doesn’t feel the same way or he wouldn’t do those if “friends” act so much beyond that.”

“carla is right.” carla and i turned to wooyoung with a smile, perfect timing, my stomach growled loudly, shattering the silence. my cheeks burned with shame as carla claps as she cackles beside me. wooyoung raised his eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes, “look’s like it is telling me you did not eat breakfast to.”

i scoff, looking away,”told you i’m in a hurry…” i heard him chuckle before i saw his hand reaching out for my wrist, pulling me up, “huh?”

“i ask for your groups permission to let you eat first then after that they can eat.” i turn to my group mates to see them giving me a thumbs up, then looking back at wooyoung, “are you not busy?” he shakes his head, “i can make space for our first date.”

And that my folks, is how he had taken me breathless by being effortlessly romantic and being a sweet gentleman.

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hoeforhao · 1 year

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Most Ardently // Wonwoo Fic //

✧. pairing: professor!wonwoo × student fem!reader (featuring mingyu and dino)

✧. genre: fluff, mild angst? very short smut(as i wanted to keep this as a pure emotional fic) minors dni, lots of pining and comfort at the end.

✧. warnings: nothing heavy, just a very slow burning romance based around my favorite novel, slight mentions of a yandere ex boyfriend,use of swear words, joking use of the word k!ll.

✧. synopsis: what happens when your one night stand becomes your new literature professor, taking both of you down a blissful lane of old school love.

✧. word count: 3.2k (approx)

✧.banner credits: to the sweetest @classicscreations

✧. author's note: as wonwoo fluff+smut won in the 50 followers poll, here it is finally. although it became more of an angsty fluff(i absolutely suck at writing puppy romance). hope y'all will enjoy it and if this gets some love, i'll bring out its prequel. last but not the least, if you enjoyed my writing then...

Likes, comments and reblogs will be heartily appreciated ♡

and on page 157 she fell in love...

"Love"~ a word meaningful only between the withered folds of literature, luring one into the Georgian haze.Realistically tho, finding a love that will entwine both soul and mind, seep through your cracks and reconcile the cores, is as strange as a diffident person like you getting raveled into a one night stand.

Quite literally clawing out your scalp, ensuring the inevitable headache later on, you kept on asking yourself, what made you so wild to sleep with a random ass stranger, that too on the night before fall semester started??!!!! The guilt clouded your mind so much so that the trance had to be broken by mingyu's hard slap on your shoulder.

"Are you dead or what idiot? The new professor's been here for over a minute now and called out your name almost seventeen times" the tall idiot sitting beside you, nearly howled into your ears.

Before the count could hit eighteen, you quickly pried up from your seat, taking a glance at the man standing in the teacher's place.

Why does his face look so familiar? That same hairstyle with heart shaped strands sticking to the forehead, those harry pottery glasses overshadowing the cat eyes, his exact little stubby nose and most importantly the bewitching plump dahlia lips.

No way it's who I think it is!!! It's definitely the hangover towering. How can he be -

"Ms y/n?"a soft hushed voice called out, pulling your train of thoughts to a sudden halt,"Mr Bennett handed over your thesis to me before he left." Only a single nod left your body as you took over the file and made your way back to the place beside the giant sized puppy,body completely washed off by an unknown tingling sensation.

"Morning students!! I'm your new literature professor from now,Jeon Wonwoo. Mr Bennett's knowledge and aura are indeed irreplaceable but still I'll try my best to bring out the beauty of literature to you guys." the man spoke, eyes a bit tensed up yet briming with a certain sort of joy.

Throughout the entire lesson, your beads were fixated onto your teacher ; as a person who would never let their focus sway, specially in literature classes, you now didn't even know what chapter the class was going through.

"Looks like someone is enchanted huh" your annoying ass bestfriend pushes you a little from the back as the entire class gets ready to head out for lunch.

"Y/n?" you hear the same raspy voice seek out your name. "Go go! Your prince is calling you!!" mingyu teases you again with a mocking smile on his face.

"Utter a single word after this, and I'll make sure you walk reverse footed the entire week" you stomp on his feet before turning around to listen to what your teacher had to ask.

"Yes sir?" you coo out softly, trying to make your racing heart less obvious.

"Meet me at my office after lunch. We need to discuss on your thesis."

"But I already submitted it to Mr Bennett once,then why again?"

"He ran short of time,while packing things up and couldn't scrutinize the papers properly, so now I'm in charge." jeon said as politely as possible.

"Okay sir. I'll be there in an hour"

"You can call me wonwoo" a light smile painted the older's face as he made your cheeks flush bright red with the comment.

Swirling around on your heels, you swiftly made your way out the room, not wanting to flash him with your blushing profile.

Stomping your feet in impatience and somewhat a little bit of anxiety, you wait for your beanstalk of a best friend to choose his drink from the vending machine.

"You're not choosing a wife Kim Mingyu. Hurry the fuxk up pls"

"Getting that worked up for a four eyed nerd! What a loser!!" mingyu spat out, while he bended down to collect his can.

"Says the one who has been bitchless since the cracking dawn of civilization. Oh wait you need to have human traits to get a partner, not that of chimpanzees" you spank his butt from absolute annoyance.

With a loud 'ouch' and his characteristic puppy eyes, mingyu rises up from his position and hurriedly drops you off at wonwoo's office door, otherwise who knows what more parts of him you'll break.

Cold sweats dripping down your face, you stand still at his door, an unfamiliar feeling shivering down your spine as you slowly bring up your hands to knock on the knob.

"M-may I come in sir?" why is it that you're shaking so much, is strange to you too. You haven't ever felt like this,not even when you met your bitchass ex for the first time.

"What are you doing to me jeon wonwoo" you whisper under your breath before stepping into the gloomy wooden space,following the green light from him.

Sitting yourself comfortably on the swiveling chair infront of his desk, you wait for wonwoo to speak up, legs shaking uncontrollably beneath the stilted plank.

"Welcome y/n. As far as I'm knowledged, your thesis is on Georgian Era pieces, and you've chosen Pride and Prejudice as your muse right?"

You just hmm in response, words refusing to leave your body, as you feel drugged by his honey voice.

"Let's get you started then" his eyes sparkling like fireworks.

Completely engrossed into your work, you almost became unaware of wonwoo's presence in the same room as you, posture quite stable now; oblivious of how quickly that composure is gonna get washed off of your body.

"Si-" picking up your head from the paper, you tried to call out his name as you needed some help with the summary, only to feel a hot breath fanning on your neck, his soft nose brushing againt your skin, as he stretches out his hand to the book infront of you.

"How many times have i told you to call me wonwoo, huh berrybub" the older's voice wooed into your system,his other hand gently tucking in the lose strands behind your ears.

"W-wonwoo can you r-read out this verse to me pls? I can't make out few parts of it" you were yourself astonished at how stable you sounded, completely ignorant of the shiver running down your spine.

"Anything for you y/n" wonwoo spoke out again,his wet lips lightly grazing against your cheeks, as he pulled the book into his hands and took his place back on the chair.

The rest of the session was as quite as a viva room, with him occasionally stealing glances at you, while you kept your eyes fixed onto the table.

An entire week went by like this, where wonwoo would read out the piece to you as you wrote your papers, with a regular comment of "if you keep staring at me like that y/n, then I fear we would be able to submit your work in time" from him. But that one suspicion refused to leave your mind no matter how much you tried.

Strolling down the hallway like a happy puppy, forgetful of all the worries with this newfound feeling of warmth and butterflies, you made your way towards the restroom, when suddenly a hand pulled you back into a dark corner.

"C-chan! What are you doing!" looking up at who this man was, you started feeling heavy in the head almost instantly, chest heaving up and down at the rate of a storm . It was no other than your yandere ex boyfriend, who cheated on you with your cousin sister!!!!

"Missed me princess?" his hands roaming all over your body as he pinned you down to the wall, a dirty feeling gushing over your entire body.

"It's over between us Chan. You knew that I would forgive anything but cheating. And you did the exact same thing. That too with Angie? Pathetic!!!" tears building up in your eyes as you try to sound as confident as possible. "And moreover, I don't think I have feelings for you anymore. Maybe it was never even love"

"Oh such a naive girl you are! You really think i give a shit about your feelings and all?" a devilish grin flashing on his face as Chan brings his lips closer to yours, hands gripping onto your waist tightly.

Your body was starting to give up, tears continously streaming down your face as you kept on praying for him to stop. But this is the 21st century, and God only helps those who help themselves. Coring up all the strength left in your body, you brought up your legs and karate kicked him on his groin.

A painful whimper left Chan's lips as he held onto his throbbing manhood, while you took this chance to run away from his grasp.

Running down the corridors, that now seemed to be endless, with his voice echoing through the walls "I'll not let you go off that easily bitch. Come back here", you tightly shut your eyes closed, desperately waiting for someone to save you from this nightmare.

And looks like the heavens finally listened to your helpless pleas as you felt a pair of bulky arms wrapping around your body like a warm blanket, pulling you into a bleak rim. Both9f your frames sandwiched against each other, hearts beating in unison, as your trembling body was now being warmed with the heat radiating off of you two.

You slowly look up at the man who saved you from that lunatic ex of yours; not like you already didn't recognize him from the strong scent of his cologne. Yes, you were unconsciously so in love with this boy, that you even remembered his smell.

As soon as your eyes met with wonwoo's, the first thing you noticed was some sort of burning rage in him, a fire powerful enough to burn down an entire forest in just a matter of few seconds.

"Wonw-" he didn't even let you finish your sentence before pulling you into the tightest hug, resting his head on the crook of your neck as he mouthed "I'll make sure to destroy anyone who dares to stain this blissful face of yours with teardrops, to lay even a single finger on your body", with an unreadable tone of anger yet sadness.

You hugged him back as tight not knowing what to say, completely taken aback by this sudden comment. Losing consciousness of what just happened with you just few moments back, you two kept on bear hugging each other as if it was the last day the Earth's gonna revolve 'round the sun, with wonwoo being the first to let go.

"I-i am sorry" that's the last thing you heard from him before he left you standing so empty in the dark, mind clouded with a bunch of unanswered questions.

"How can he leave like nothing happened, after what he did that day?" is the only thing that kept eating you out for the next few days, as you kept attending your college, both of you never crossing paths since the incident. Wonwoo didn't even show up to the classes, which surely was of no help to your intense craving. But you were highly stubborn yourself ; if he could ignore those close moments between you both so easily, you could too.

Another strange thing that bugged you was that Chan was never seen in the college campus after that day, ever again. Even his classmates failed to contact him anymore!!!

Throwing away these negative thoughts outta your head, you were strolling down the gallery, all ready to go back home as you suddenly took a halt before wonwoo's office. It was open and left unattended. You don't know what took over you and you entered the same place that gave you so many warm memories. With a silent sigh and sullen face, you carefully inspected the interiors, running your fingers along the places that were stained with his scent.

"Y/n?" the voice your ears have been longing for all these days, disrupted your probe midway. Turning around, your eyes immediately landed onto the figure standing at the door, the one your heart now beats for; at that moment all you wanted was to run to him, pull him into the warmest embrace and never let go.

But your self respect and self doubt was chaining you down, as you lifted up your feet slowly to leave the room, head hanging down low. "Sorry won- I mean sir. Sorry for intervening into your space. I'll be taking my leave"

"Don't! pls!" a muffled voice echoed around the room"W-we need to finish your project. I don't want you to fail because of me."

"It's okay sir. I can do it by myself. Thanks for all you've done for me till now" you blurt out quite sternly, with a hint of underlying taunt.

"P-pls" a sudden change of tone was evident in wonwoo's voice, as if he was on the verge of crying, which was enough to melt your composure. I mean who would want to see their loved ones cry because of them right?!

He guided you to your seat as he swiveled his own towards yours and sat right in front of you,with just a few inches gap between the two.

With a drooped down head, wonwoo pulled out the book from his drawer and took out a kitten shaped bookmark from the last done page. You lightly chuckled at the older's choice of stationary, while bringing out your thesis file.

"Let's start. Only some part is left" eyes still not daring to look at you , he started reading out the last few chapters of the piece, while keeping his gaze fixed between the folds.

Turning the pages to the one marked 157, wonwoo's voice came to a stall, slowly picking up his head from the book,his feline beads finally landed onto yours, hazed by a soft yet painful daze. Wonwoo soon started to read out again, but this time instead of looking at the book, he was looking at you, with a mixed expression of agony blended with intense pining.

"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

Even though your mind wanted to go by the reason that it was just a line from the novel, your heart exactly knew what he meant. You wanted to let him know how much you loved him too, how much your soul craved for his, how long you've waited for this one moment....but you couldn't! A strange feeling of unjust kept you from running to his arms at that instant; so instead you got up from your chair and twirled around to leave the room as quickly as possible.

"Pls y/n pls don't leave me. Again!" two pair of arms wrapped around your waist tightly, immediately stopping you on your track. "You don't know how happy I was when I got to see you again that morning. I couldn't sleep for nights as i kept on squealing thinking about your smile lit face.You came into my life as the brightest ray when I lost all hope. Pls don't push me into the dark again."

Your heart clenched at the sound of soft sobs coming from your back, as you swiftly turned on your heels, only to be a met with a teary eyed wonwoo.

"I-it was you that night wonwoo?"drops now threatening to slide down your eyes. "They say the heart knows it all. No wonder why it always kept telling me that it was you" you said while wiping off the tears of his pale face.

"I've wanted to have you by my side since the moment you held my hand and pulled me into that hotel" closing the gap between you two as he softly placed his lips on yours ; pulling both being into a soft yet passionate kiss as you reverted back to him with equal thirst.

Grip never leaving your waist, he finally lets go of your lips, as you two gasped for some air, face all stained with fresh hot tears. Not long after, he attacks your face again, but this time painting it with affectionate sloppy kisses all over, as if a lost kitten found their home after days. He couldn't get enough of your body, as his wet lips gradually started going down your jaw and landing onto your shoulder, imprinting his teeth onto them.

Wonwoo gave a small tap on your legs and getting his intentions straight away, you quickly wrapped your legs around his torso, as he carried you towards the couch, unbuttoning your shirt in the mean time.

After he placed you onto the couch gently, sliding a cushion under your head, he carefully positioned himself on top of you.

"Can I?" soon afterward you gave him an assuring nod, wonwoo dived into your body, ripping off the white satin shirt of you, as he started placing wet sloppy kisses onto your chest. Fingers roaming around your clothed nipple, he swiftly freed your breasts off your bra and devoured them into his mouth ; earning soft alluring moans from you that were ringing like music to his ears.

Following a good thirty minutes of ravishing and worshiping your body, wonwoo finally plopped down on the couch, embracing you from behind as he pulled the covers over your bodies [do not ask me how a couch had covers pls]

"If you want you can leave me later, but please let's stay like this for some time" a whimper left his lips as he tightened the grasp around your belly.

Turning around to face him, you cupped his face onto your hands, rubbing your fingers onto his squishy cheeks as you softly assured, "Woo, I was smitten by you the exact day you came into our class. Maybe I couldn't properly recognize your face because of the alcohol, but my heart started longing for you since then. You have no idea on how hard I've tried not to fall, but look at me, I'm now head over heels for you. So don't even think about me leaving you, you dumbo. Neither are you allowed to leave, understood Mr!!" you flooff up your nostrils trying to imitate an angry puppy, earning the biggest flash of sunshine smile from bigger flooff beside you.

my darling,

you would never be unloved by me

you're too well tangled in my soul

finishing off your night with such a beautiful verse, you both drift off to deep slumber, entangled into each other's spirits.

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tinfairies · 7 months

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38 and 50 with buggy 😼

i’m literally OBSESSED with this man 💔

Performance Art

Buggy x GN!Reader

Anal/pegging (cock is mentioned but it could read as a strap), no prep anal penetration, dacryphilia, overstimulation, cock flicking, slapping

Sometimes Buggy talks too much, says things he shouldn't and overall just pushes your buttons.

He loves how it ends most of the time though, even if he begs for you to stop.

Like right now, he's on his back, clothes torn from his body and you forcing your cock into his unprepped hole.

He's crying out as he feels the horrible burning of being stretched open. Buggy's hands try to push you away, a feeble attempt that earns him a hard slap to the face

"Fuck! Please it hurts, at least spit on it!"

He whines and fists the sheets as you plow into his ass. Tears brim at the corners of his eyes and you smirk.

"Aw, are you gonna cry? Does it hurt that bad? I don't think it does, your cock says otherwise, you keep making a mess of yourself."

You flick the tip of his cock and it bounces against his stomach, smearing his jizz over himself. The sharp pain makes Buggy whimper but his cock twitches again as you find his sweet spot.

Your thrusts get harder as he continues to cry and moan beneath you. Your cock slams against his prostate over and over. His own cock continues to paint his stomach white as he cums for the third time.

#One piece #One piece smut #One piece x reader #op x reader #op smut #Opla x reader #opla smut #Opla #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #captain buggy #op buggy #Smut

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madaboutmathers · 2 years

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Marshall mentioning your sex life on one of his songs and fans going wild 🙈

Short fic idea if you want to use it

It popped into my head while I was thinking about water

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

Breaking News : Eminem has broken the internet with his new song ft Y/N but not in the way you think. See our bio for the lyrics and sounds of this song that are making us blush right now.

Shadylover OMG!!! I mean I want Em moaning on a track but I’ll take Y/N. Fuck, he must do her good.

G_eazy Guess he’s balls deep inside of her.

Hotsformathers Fuck Fuck Fuck!! Those lyrics !!!

“So, this new song, man.” Sway began to zoom call with Marshall. A chuckle was his only answer as Marshall settled in the seat. “It’s more intimate than you usually go.” He commented with Marshall raising an eyebrow. “That’s one way to put it.” Marshall played with his chain for a moment before relaxing back into his chair. “Did Y/N know she was in this song?” Sway asked with an amused smile coming over his face as he watched Marshall chuckle. “No, not till the day of the release.” Marshall hummed, chewing on his lip as he answered. “And how did that go down?” He couldn’t help but ask as he enjoyed the relaxed feel Marshall seemed to have when talking about you.

“Hmm, well, not good but I persuaded her.” Marshall teased without giving anything else away even as Sway prodded.

Genius Lyrics - Bedroom Love, Eminem

50 shades of grey, nah I’m all shady (50 shades of grey being the popular BDSM film - is Em hinting at anything here?)

Bound, blindfolded and naked In these hotel sheets Forgot to gag her, No wonder we got complaints (Is Em painting a picture of what happened after the superbowl?)

You blushed as the music came over the speakers. The random generator of course had to pick this song out of everything. You were going to kill Marshall one day, you just knew it. But the song brought back such memories that your body couldn’t help but hum in desire. *FLASHBACK*

“We can’t..” You whimpered as Marshall placed you over the mixing table. He bunched your dress around your waist without care. “Who says?” He purred into your ear, hotly mouthing at your soft neck and you could feel his pants rubbing against you. Your eyes flashed towards the door when he began to tug your thong down. “For someone complaining, you sure are wet.” Marshall couldn’t help but teasingly whisper into your ear. You blushed and hid against the table as your heart skipped a beat. “Shut up.” You mumbled and he slapped your soaked sex in punishment. A soft gasp escaped you as his fingers returned to tease your soaked folds.

He tugged on your hair and your head fell back. Your eyes locked on his before he leaned in and passionately captured your soft lips. He began to tug his jogging bottoms down and his hard cock slapped against his chest. “Fuck,” You whispered mostly to yourself as your body heated up in desire. You moved your hands, hitting a button without you realising it. But Marshall did, and never said a word as he moved his cock in between your folds. He hit your clit again and again. “Stop teasing.” You whined out, breathlessly now. His chuckle was your own warning before he pushed inside. “Oh fuck.” You gasped out, his size always taking your breath away as his hand snaked around to your clit.

Your walls instantly tightened around him as sweet whines fell from your lips. His free hand moved to your hip and helped you move back against him. Your eyes rolled at how deep he was hitting you. Your hands moved to try and grab onto anything. Marshall only chuckled at your struggle as his own moans of pleasure fell out. He tugged on your hair; making a ponytail as he leaned in and passionately captured your soft lips. You moaned against him as his tongue moved to dance with your own. “So good.” Marshall purred into your ear, softly stroking your back as he fucked you harder. His fingers still teased your clit, softly pinching before he rubbed faster against it.

He began to slap your soaked sex some more as he whispered dirtily in your ear. It was enough to have you thrown off the edge as his name loudly fell from your lips. He continued to thrust harder and his pubes tickled just right for you to be overstimulated. Your legs shook as he moved in again and again before he spilled inside you. You whimpered, leaning into the mixed board some more as he moved from you. The mixed cum dripping down your legs and he moved to cup your sex again. It had you jumping against his hold as he slowly moved his fingers through your folds. “Marshall..” You whispered, resting your head back against his chest as you rocked against his fingers.

“Greedy.” He purred before bringing his soaked fingers to your own mouth and had you suck on them. Your eyes fluttered as you moaned around him and his fingers moved into your locks to gently stroke you. “So good to me.” He whispered his soft praises.

#eminem x reader #marshall mathers x reader #request

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twsted-kinks · 1 year

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TWST Dick and Pussy Headcanons (NSFW)

>minor and ageless DNI<

I gonna basically give me headcanons/thoughts on character genitals. Each guy's gonna get a dick and a pussy headcanon because I both are good. Also, if I start with dick I think lean towards them having a dick and vice versa with cunt. Some characters are 50/50.

Content warning: Descriptions of genitals. Includes terms dick, cock, cunt, pussy. May include kinky stuff idk yet but bdsm and piss is always possible.

Parts: Heartslabyul (here), Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia & Ignihyde, Pomefiore, Diasomnia

Riddle

Dick

King babydick with the smallest dick in the cast. He's got a cute cut cock that is barely over 2 inches long (~6cm) fully erect and he has cute little balls. You can fit his cock and balls in your mouth easily. He has barely any pubic hair and it's super thin and hard to see. He doesn't have a really high libido but it's easy to get him going. It's super easy to get him hard with simple teasing (though he's so small you never see a tent), and he cums even easier. A heated makeout session will make him cum his pants in less than a minute, or simply pulling his cock out and having your face near his dick will make him cum. Also, he barely shoots any cum and runs dry quickly. He can easily still have dry orgasms. May also accidentally piss himself if overestimated.

Pussy

Riddle's cunt is tight and his clit is tiny. It would take a lot to actually prep him, but you can also just shove a cock/strap into him with no prep and he'll cum on the spot. Squirts super easily and squirts a lot. If he squirts too much though he will piss himself. His upper pussy area has thin pubes and covers his clit. His lips have to be spread to actually see his little sensitive clit.

Ace

Dick

Got a pretty average cut dick just a bit over 4 inches long (~11 cm) with a messy ring of pubes and a short happy trail. He has decent sized balls and produces a decent amount of cum. His tip and urethra are very sensitive, but he knows nothing about sounding. If you introduce it to him he'd be terrified at first, he but eventually wants to try it out. You help him discover how much if a masochist he is, and eventually he gets super into light CBT with you. Loves when you slap his cock his balls.

Pussy

Again pretty average with some pubic hair. A masochist who likes to get his pussy slapped. Rarely squirts if at all. Actually prefers to get fucked unprepared because he likes the stretch and pain. Put a metal clip on his clit and tug. He'll cum instantly.

Deuce

Dick

Kinda below average length coming in slightly below 5 inches long (~12 cm), but he is girthy. You're gonna need to prep to take him. He has a good amount of pubic hair that's not really thin or thick. He doesn't trim but he does keep his pubes clean. He normally doesn't get hard to easily, but teasing him is an easy way to rile him up. I see Deuce as being more vanilla, but he likes to please his partner. If you introduce him to kinks, he'll eventually get turned on by just the mention or idea of them because he associates them with you.

Pussy

Again pretty average. He isn't super stoked about receiving penetration and would rather use a strap on you, but he also wants to try it and he trusts you. He'll let you fuck him from time to time but he needs a lot of prep and reassurance cause he still finds it scary.

Cater

Pussy

Major switch verse vibes with a cute trimmed pussy perfect for pics and videos. He doesn't squirt easily, but he knows exactly what to do to make himself squirt and he can squirt A LOT. And not just the number of times. Has a lot of volume and you may accidentally drown yourself going down on him if you're not careful. He definitely begs for you to let him have the dildo you fuck him with/begs to do a clone dildo kit so he has a copy of your cock. Will send you videos of himself using it and moaning your name. Also a size queen no matter what parts he has, and he us sharing his dildo collection with you.

Dick

Major switch verse vibes with a cute cut cock to match. His uncut dick is about 5 inches (~13 cm) that curves straight up. He has some pubes that he keeps clean and trimmed. Definitely has a secret anonymous account somewhere where he posts dick pics and other lewd images with his face blurred. Has a bit of a following and is totally up for including you in on it if you want. Totally sexts you at night. He also sometimes uses his duplicates to fuck or fuck himself with (it's basically masturbation right?). May send you videos of him fucking himself.

Trey

Dick

Trey has a nice uncut cock of roughly 6 inches (~15 cm) that curves to the side. His has thick pubes but they're cleaned and trimmed regularly. He can't really go more than two rounds, but he is more than willing to give head. His cumshots are also thick and are big in volume. Definitely more of a top but really enjoys fronting against your dick/fucking between your folds. He loves cumming on you more than I you just because he loves seeing your body covered in his cum.

Pussy

Has a nice fupa (fat upper pussy area) covered in thick trimmed pubic hair. He has a rather large clit he loves to get sucked. Prefers to have his clitbplayed with over penetrative sex, but not fully against penetration. You'll just have to be slow and gentle with him of you want to fuck his cunt. He doesn't really squirt, but you can definitely try and see if he's able too. He'd prefer to wear a strap and fuck you though. But his favorite has to be 69ing because he loves giving you head and loves getting head.

#twst smut #twst writings #piss kink #twst x reader #twst thots #twst riddle smut #twst deuce smut #twst ace smut #twst cater smut #twst trey smut

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eomayas · 11 months

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TOXIC CHANYEOL FF PLEASE

thanks for the req!🩷 this is not the end of toxic chanyeol on my page!!! i made it a lil smutty, hope you like it!

back 2 u • pcy [req]

pairing: toxic!chanyeol x f reader, established relationship

synopsis: chanyeol is a fuckboy and reader can’t seem to stay away

genre: angst, slight smut 18+ minors dni

warnings: swearing, manipulation, mentions of cheating, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smut, reader doesn’t like sehun, reader and chanyeol don’t belong together, reader is mentioned to be a bit toxic herself! mentions of baekhyun, sehun, and kyungsoo.

all it took was one video taken from a fucked up angle, exposing everything that you never, ever wanted to see in your life, to you. it was so hard to miss, his dumb face smiling at the dumb girl sitting on his lap. you’re rarely ever grateful for sehun, that bastard, but god were you grateful for his stupidity and lack of awareness right now. because of him, you’re speeding down the freeway, on your way to a club to get you boyfriend in check, all thanks to his idiot friend posting a video of him at a club with the location attached. it was so easy, it almost felt like bait.

you practically whip your car into a group of people waiting to cross the street, but you couldn’t care less. you hop out of the car, severely underdressed for the club in a pair of black jeans, a black crop top, and black boots. but again, you couldn’t care less. the only thing on your mind was knocking some sense into your boyfriend and his best friend, in more ways than one.

storming up to the front of the line, you ignore the protests from the people behind you as you cut. you’ve never paid to get into a club, but there’s a first time for everything because you slap two 20s into the bouncers hand, and then you’re walking through a too-packed club.

you push your way through bodies, unsure of where you’re really going but knowing that you’ll find him regardless. it was so like sehun to expose chanyeol like that, whether he meant to or not. it’s not even the first time, either. last time he did it, it exposed that chanyeol lied about where he was going (strip club), and the time before that he exposed that chanyeol was hanging around other women when he specifically told you that there wasn’t going to be women around. of course, you knew he was lying each time, but to find out from that idiot sehun made everything worse.

your head swivels around as you push through the bodies, searching for an overly tall head, or an overly loud laugh to catch your attention, but the darkness and the strobe lights make it more difficult for you to see anybody or anything.

you practically make it to the end of the club, still not finding chanyeol. you stop for a moment and lean against the wall, fishing your phone out of your back pocket and dialing chanyeols number. your eyes scan the club as you listen to the phone ring; the chances of him answering are 50/50, but he knows exactly how you get when he goes out and doesn’t answer your calls or texts, so it would definitely be in his best interest to answer his phone.

like clockwork, though, he doesn’t. you scoff and go to call him again, but the spotting of baekhyun from across the way has your finger hovering in mid air and your feet power walking themselves over to him. “baekhyun!” you shout loudly, making a few people turn around, including the man himself.

when he sees you, he smiles, but his face quickly morphs into.. something else; a bit of panic. “y/n! what are you doing here?” he asks, pulling you in for a hug that you don’t reciprocate. out of all of chanyeols friends, though, you hated baekhyun and kyungsoo the least, but you still didn’t particularly like them.

“where’s chanyeol?” you ask, ignoring his question. baekhyun brings his hand up to his hair, and you know he’s about to lie. “don’t even fucking lie for him either, baekhyun. where is he?” his eyes dart around the club and you squint up at him, frustrated with the entire situation and just tired of it all. dealing with chanyeol is like an awful game of tennis that refuses to end. you’re both tied, but sometimes the score is 30-15, and nobody ever wins. it’s like cat and mouse, but a more demented version.

“uhh… if i tell you, do you promise to not cause a scene?” he asks.

“no. where is he?” you ask, grabbing onto his arm. he looks down at your hand that grips his forearm tightly, shocked at the strength of you. you see the surrender in his eyes and almost want to smiles, but you don’t.

baekhyun sighs. “fine. he’s back there, in the lounge. don’t get yourself arrested, alright? it’s summer,” he says, but you’re already taking off in the direction he pointed in. you beeline through people, shoving bodies harder than necessary but you’re on a mission.

you see chanyeol before you even get to the lounges, and the sight makes all of the air disappear from your lungs. a woman with dark hair sits on his lap, one of his legs in between hers. she’s turned around to face him, her face close to his ear, and his arms are wrapped around her middle, his left hand resting on her thigh. chanyeol is a lot of things, but honest isn’t one of them. you know you’ve definitely given him too many chances, but when things are good with him, they’re good; so good it’s like you’re floating on air.

pushing your hurt feelings away, you storm into the lounge area with a fire beneath your feet. you spot a disregarded drink on a table and grab it, walking up to chanyeol and the girl and saying, “what the fuck are you doing?” the drink in your hand cocked back and ready to be thrown.

chanyeol looks startled at your presence, his eyes wide. “y/n?”

“who the fuck are you?” you ask the girl, staring down at her. she looks up at you, and then back at chanyeol.

“is this your girlfriend?” she asks, and the words make your skin boil. he didn’t even have the decency to consider you before he sat down with her.

his hesitation to respond to the girl makes her scoff and get off of him. she gives you a pitying look that makes you feel embarrassed and like crying, and then she’s off. “don’t throw that,” chanyeol says, pointing at the glass in your hand.

“why shouldn’t i, asshole?” you manage to keep the tears out of your eyes by sheer willpower, but you feel like falling to your knees.

“because,” chanyeol says, standing up and ripping the glass out of your hands. he sets it down behind him and reaches for you, and you slap his hands away.

“don’t fucking touch me. i’m sick of you!” you say, stepping away from him.

“y/n, it’s not what it looked like,” he says plainly, like you only walked in on the two of them standing side by side and not her fully sitting on his lap and his hand inching up her skirt. “i don’t even know her.” he says, like it makes it any better.

“fuck you,” you say, turning to leave, drained from the whole situation. you start walking, practically running with how fast you’re moving. chanyeol reaches for you, capturing your wrist in his large hand and pulls you back towards him. “get off of me!” you yell at him, prying his hand off of you. he opens his mouth to say something, but you take off again.

he shouts your name the entire time you’re trying to leave, partly because he knows it’ll irritate you, and because he knows it’ll get your attention. “stop, chanyeol! just stop!” you shout once you get outside in the cold air. you wrap your arms around your midriff and huff out air.

“y/n, just let me explain,” he says, sliding out of his jacket and handing it to you. you look at it and shake your head, making him scoff. “don’t be dumb, y/n, it’s freezing. take it.” he says, and you snatch it out if his hands and slide it over your body.

“there’s nothing to explain! i know what i fucking saw—you can thank your best friend for that by the way,” you say, glaring up at him. chanyeol runs his hand through his hair and mumbles fucking sehun, and you rolls your eyes. “quit associating with dumb ass people, and maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation.” but knowing him, and yourself, you’d find a way to be here.

he only licks his lips and looks at you, and you avert your gaze. if you look into those big, brown eyes that can make you melt with just one look, you’re screwed. “can you just let me explain myself?” he asks. the nerve.

you scoff. “if you’re going to justify you cheating on me, just save it,” you say, shaking your head. you glance around outside and notice that you’ve gained a small audience of the club goers. this is probably what baekhyun was talking about.

“woah, i didn’t cheat on you, let’s get that clear,” he says, a frown on his face. you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time, and put your hands in the pocket of his jacket.

“mhm. well, i’m over this, and you,” you say, turning around to leave. you hear his footsteps behind you, and try not to start running.

when you get to your car, you open the door but his hand stops you. “chanyeol, move. i’m serious,” you say, looking up at him. you bite the inside of your cheek as you try not to get lost in the look he’s giving you.

he moves, because he knows he’s got you still. all it takes is one look (and good pipe) to get you right back underneath him, where he likes you most.

you drive off, leaving chanyeol standing there, feeling proud of himself because if he didn’t have a reason to pull up on you unannounced tomorrow, you have his jacket.

you wake up bleary eyed, and a little disoriented. your back hurts from sleeping on your couch, and your legs feel stiff from sleeping in your jeans. an empty wineglass and half-empty bottle sit on the coffee table before you, and you move to clean up with a yawn.

after picking up the living room, you change out of last nights clothes and into a pair of shorts and a big tshirt. when you go to throw you clothes in the hamper, you see a pair of chanyeols boxers, and bite your bottom lip. you’re sure you’re done with him, but you don’t know if that was made clear last night. you consider calling him to tell him that it’s over, but that he’ll only see that as an invitation for him to come over and ‘change your mind’.

sighing, you toss your dirty clothes on top and pick up around your room, forcing your brain to not give a shit that a lot of the items in here are his. you don’t live together, luckily, but of course you both have things at each others houses. you just wish he didn’t have so much.

a knock on your front door makes you pause. you aren’t expecting anybody, but you have a gut feeling that you already know who it is. so you take your time answering, making your bed and tossing more dirty laundry into the basket. you fold your throw blanket, and even consider vacuuming, until insistent knocks start pounding against your door.

you rolls your eyes and slip into your slippers, and walk down the hall to your front door. you don’t bother checking, because only one person could be so annoying at 10 in the morning.

but you probably should have checked before, because when you pull the door open and see chanyeol standing there in a pair of gray sweats, a matching hoodie, jordans, and a backwarss cap, holding a bouquet of pink roses, you feel like sliding to the floor. he leans against the door frame in only a way that tall men can make look lazy in sexy way, and that makes you want to slam the door in his face. “good morning,” he says, his voice raspy like this is the first time he’s talked since waking up.

you only stare at him, an irritated look on his face, but your heartbeat is saying something different. “what do you want?”

he extends the flowers to you, which you take with a forced act of “i don’t give a fuck”-ness. “i want my jacket back. and to apologize,” he says, putting his hands in his sweat pockets.

“you could start with the apology, and then get all of your shit,” you say to him. a flash of disappointment crosses his face, but he quickly composes himself.

“y/n, i’m sorry about last night, and that i did what i did with that girl. you know i don’t ever want to hurt you, but i did, and i’m sorry that i caused you pain. you don’t have to forgive me right now, but i hope that you consider,” he says. you just stare at him blankly, wanting him out of your presence.

“get your shit,” is all you say before walking away to put the flowers in some water. and maybe you swing your hips a little bit because you know that he’s watching, but who can really say?

he goes down the hall to your room while you cut the ends of the flowers and find a vase to put them in. you then set them in the center of your dining room table. you glance down the hall and see chanyeol digging through the drawer that you let him have, and walk down to your room.

you stand in the doorway and watch him, to make sure that he gets everything out. he glances back at you when he feels your gaze on him. “are you just gonna stand there?” he asks.

“until you leave? yes.”

he sighs and straightens up, turning to walk over to you. you tense up as he gets closer, and focus your eyes towards the center of his chest. “y/n”, he says, trying to get you to look at him. you resist. “y/n, baby, i’m sorry. i really am,” he says, bending down to meet your eyes, and you make the mistake of looking at him.

you let out a pathetic sound that’s the cross between a sigh and a whimper, and he smirks at you, his hands coming around your waist. “chanyeol, stop,” you whine, barely putting any effort in getting out of his hold. “you’re such an ass. you keep doing this shit, and i’m tired of it. you say the same thing every single time!”

“i know, baby. and i’m sorry,” he says, burying his face in your neck. there goes that pet name that makes you want to slap him, and die in his arms.

chanyeol kisses your neck and you can’t help but bring your hand to take place in the hair at the nape of his neck. one of his hands moves from your waist to your ass, grabbing the flesh and pulling you closer to him. he gently bites your neck to test the waters, and you yank his hat, pulling him away from your skin to look at him. “stop that,” you say and he puts his hands up in surrender.

you both look at each other, and you make the mistake of flicking your eyes down to his lips. he smirks at you like the devil himself and says, “you can kiss me. i know you want to.”

and so you do, because fuck it. you always knew, in the back of your mind, that you’d both end up here. you always do, whether it’s you apologizing (rare) or him, this is always what happens the next day.

the kiss is messy and full of desire, his hands gripping your ass and yours pulling off his hat and throwing it across your room. you yank at his hair, and he lifts you up with ease and carries you over to your bed, throwing you down. he doesn’t waste any time pushing your shirt up and kissing your stomach before pulling your shorts down, settling in between your legs, the place where you love him the most.

and maybe this is why you always come back, because you know he’s about to give it to you good and eat you like a starved man.

#park chanyeol #exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo #exo x reader #exo x you #exo chanyeol #chanyeol #chanyeol smut #chanyeol x you #chanyeol x reader #chanyeol imagine #chanyeol fic #chanyeol angst #pcy #exo pcy

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valentinejake · 2 years

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yandere!sunghoon <3 gn!reader

warnings : reader realises they’ve developed stockholm syndrome, mentions of violence, making out, implied sex but there’s no smut

sunghoon was nothing more than a cold blooded murderer, a delusional psychopath.

a freak.

that’s what you thought, or at least, what you thought until recently.

you can’t pin-point the exact time where you started to feel this way about the male.

ever since he literally kidnapped you and kept you hidden, you’ve sworn to escape at the first chance given, and make sure the crazy fucker that he was would end up in jail, or a psych ward.

yet why was it that today, when sunghoon left and forgot to lock the door did you hesitate so much? you sat and thought for a solid 50 minutes before eventually deciding to go through with it.

you’ve sworn yourself, after all. why would you want to stay a second longer with him?

so, with a heavy heart, you opened the door. simultaneously, a loud alarm went off and the door automatically closed back on its own, almost hitting you in the face.

you knew this was a bad idea! you didn’t even want to actually leave, so why’d you make hoonie sad and upset at you for no reason??

god, what were you even thinking about? you hate sunghoon, he’s a psychopath, nothing more than that!

you fell to your knees, shaking and crying. yet, you weren’t feeling fear for the torture about to come.

instead you felt something very strange.

it was like a slap of realisation hit you, very, very hard.

you were scared, you were disappointed in yourself for letting the person you fell in love with down.

around two minutes later, sunghoon came in. he aggressively grabbed your arm and pulled you up, then threw you down the basement stairs.

he stood next to you, and begun slapping you hard, to the point where the left side of your face went numb. he then grabbed a knife, and lifted your shirt up, revealing your stomach to him.

he almost begun scarring you with his initials, yet instead, he stopped.

you looked at him confused and scared, and he gave you back a sly smirk.

“ you know what? if you hate me so much, go ahead, cut me up. ” he said as he handed you the knife.

you looked at him in shock and doubt. in reality, sunghoon’s plan was to toy with your emotions, the second you’d try to attack him, he’d immediately manhandle you and snatch another chance of freedom straight out of your hands.

yet, this time, you surprised him, by refusing to take the knife.

“ i don’t want to. ”

he raised a brow at you.

“ why’s that? ”

“ i don’t.. i don’t want to hurt you hoonie. i can’t. ”

sunghoon felt his heart twist and catch a faster beat. had he finally brain washed you.

“ come on, sweetheart. now’s your chance to do all those things you threatened me with when i first got you. ”

he said and pushed the knife closer to you.

“ no, i can’t! i’m so sorry i said those things hoonie, i’m sorry i tried to escape! i’m so so so sorry! ” you were beginning to cry as you pathetically grabbed his shoulders and brought yourself closer to him.

god, he never felt more euphoric. finally! you loved him back, you understood that you two were meant to be together, you understood that you were soulmates!

“ oh, my baby, don’t cry.. is this all an act to avoid the punishment? ”

“ no, it’s not hoonie! i swear! i.. ”

you took a pause as you looked down, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze;

“ i think i’m in love with you, hoonie.. ”

he immediately pulled you in to a deep kiss, which was almost aggressive. he picked you up and pinned you against the wall, as he madly made out with you.

he pulled away for a second as he looked straight in your eyes;

“ oh, darling, finally, i’m so happy. hoonie’s ’gonna let you know how much he loves you now, mhm? ”

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen drabbles #enhypen headcanons #enhypen reactions #enhypen fluff #enhypen smut #yandere enhypen #enhypen angst #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon headcanons #sunghoon reactions #sunghoon drabbles #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon angst #sunghoon smut #yandere sunghoon #yandere kpop #kpop imagines

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lemony-snickers · 2 years

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Y/N watching 365 days or 50 shades of grey you pick with Kakashi, and see how it goes from there ; ) (fem reader plz) (NSFW)

hey there anon. i owe you two apologies. first, because this request came in july of last year. second, because i actually do not like either of these movies a;dslfjasd;lfs (or at least, i don’t like the 50 shades book and have never watched the adaptation). as such, this probably isn’t at all what you were looking for (in fact, i know it isn’t because there is no nsfw included). so, perhaps, in that regard at least, it’s a good thing i ended up taking so long to write it because you probably won’t ever see it. if you do, tho, i hope you know i didn’t intend to fail you it just sort of... happened.

Title: Netflix & Chilly Summary: Kakashi invites you over for a movie night, but it doesn’t quite go as he planned. Word Count: 950 Warnings: no pronouns used, but written with fem!reader in mind as requested, failed attempts at humor, beleaguered kakashi, kakashi has bad taste in movies, swearing, some suggestive content .

Kakashi settled back against the cushions of the couch, one arm draped lazily around your shoulders. The characters on screen stared at one another intently, the feeling in the room electrifying as they undressed. Kakashi had been sure to keep the lighting in his apartment dim, a few candles providing ample illumination as you watched the television.

He scooted subtly closer, thigh pressed firmly against yours as Christian began binding Anastasia’s wrists together. This was his chance; the moment he’d been waiting for. This scene was the best in the whole movie—not to mention the sexiest, in Kakashi’s very nearly expert opinion.

He knew this would be the perfect opportunity to turn your cozy date night into something a little more exciting.

Eyes still trained on the screen, he began leaning closer as Anastasia was blindfolded. He wanted to time this just right, so his teeth would scrape over your jaw at the same moment Christian first put the ice cube to Anastasia’s skin and she gasped.

Luckily, Kakashi’s timing was off by about a half-second because as soon as Christian began dragging the cube down his lover’s body, you snorted. “What a fucking load of garbage.”

Kakashi pulled back and failed to keep the incredulity out of his expression when he turned to look at you.

“Excuse me?”

You smirked. “You really think this is hot?” you gestured toward the television, “I mean, they’re spending more time showing us the ice cube than anything even remotely resembling good sex.”

Kakashi leaned away from you, removing his arm from your shoulders. “You haven’t liked… any of it?”

Your face morphed into a mixture of amusement and concern. “Are you kidding me? This movie is terrible, I though that’s why you wanted to watch it.”

Even the sound of Christian firmly slapping Anastasia’s ass could not dispel Kakashi’s disappointment or draw his attention back to the movie. You did, however, return your gaze to the screen, only to roll your eyes.

“Let me guess, she’s gonna cum in like thirteen seconds and consider him a god because he fucked her a little roughly from behind.”

Kakashi’s heart sank into his stomach as he settled back in place, arms folded over his chest instead of wrapped around you.

Maybe this wasn’t going to go as smoothly as he’d hoped.

By the time the movie finished—with no shortage of vibrant and derisive commentary from you—you were nearly in a fit of tears, you were laughing so hard at the film’s absurdity.

Kakashi wondered how many times you were going to pulverize one of his favorite flicks before you finally took mercy and put him out of protracted misery.

“Well,” he said, “some of us like that movie.”

He knew he was being petulant, but he couldn’t help it! He’d invited you over tonight hoping to get you turned on, not so he could listen to you try out your own private stand-up comedy routine. Kakashi liked you; he thought you were smart and funny and attractive, it’s why he’d asked you out in the first place.

Okay, so maybe the whole wanna watch a movie hadn’t been the most original concept on the planet, but he figured it would make his intentions pretty clear, especially when he put on the first movie (which, yes, he’d also hoped would be the last). If you’d turned him down, he wouldn’t have cared, but to shred a passionate masterpiece in the process?

He didn’t even want to cuddle with you anymore. He felt violated by your derision for his preferred genre of entertainment and shuddered to think what you might say if you ever watched 365 Days with him or got ahold of his smutty romance novel collection. The chilly reception you were likely to give Icha Icha Paradise was enough for Kakashi to feel like Christian Grey was dragging an ice cube over his own abdomen.

You tried to pull him out of his sour thoughts by bumping your shoulder against his. But when he turned to look at you, you were wearing the same smug grin you’d used to tease him about how awful the relationship was in the movie—“the worst depiction of a Dom/sub dynamic I’ve ever seen!”—so instead of making things better, it only served to deepen his pout.

The man was heartbroken! What did you expect?

“Come on, Kakashi, don’t sulk,” you teased. But he would not be deterred. He had plans! He thought he was being so clever inviting you over to watch a sexy movie! He thought you’d be squirming on the couch, ready to rip his clothes off and have your way with him by the end of the second act!

Kakashi’s petulant thoughts stopped the moment your knees suddenly caged his thighs and you cupped his face in your hands. The infuriatingly teasing smirk on your face was still there, but apparently, he didn’t mind it as much when you were straddling him.

“You know, if you wanted to fuck, you could’ve just asked,” you said, and Kakashi felt his cheeks heat under your intense scrutiny. “No need for theatrics,” you promised, biting your lip to try and temper your growing smile, “Or awful movies.”

He squirmed beneath you, muttering an excuse and cursing the way his body responded when you ground your hips down.

You just giggled at his discomfort, leaning forward to put your mouth next to his ear, your hot breath fanning over it as you whispered, “If you want to see what good sex looks like, I’d be happy to show you.”

Kakashi groaned, utterly at your mercy. Perhaps his plan hadn’t been a total failure after all.

#lemony scribbles #kakashi hatake #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #fem!reader #modern au #tw suggestive #i'm truly sorry if you love either of these movies i just... really really do not sa;dfjasdf

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whumpy-daydreams · 1 year

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Sleep Deprivation

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CW: sleep deprivation, abuse mention, hallucinations

How many days had it been? 3? 4? All Rowena could remember was bright lights, loud noises, and getting hit. The delirium had thoroughly set in, and everything seemed too much and not enough all at once. She had begun to wonder if she was capable of sleep.

Rowena lay on the floor, legs against the wall as she stared at the ceiling. It didn’t register that someone had come in until they spoke.

“Have you gone mad or should I be concerned?” Rudy peered over her, smiling confusedly. “I’m surprised. It’s only been 50 hours since you woke up. Just over two days.”

Was that all? Two days?

She swung her legs down, shuffling to sit against the wall. Standing was too much effort.

“Is this an experiment or just for fun?” Rowena asked, voice lifeless and monotone. Rudy shrugged and crouched down.

“A bit of both. You’ve been pissing me off recently and they wanted to test this anyway. How are you feeling?” Rowena shrugged back at him.

“I’m tired. Shocker.”

“Oh come on. There must be more than that. Some people hallucinate this early on, What symptoms are there?”

“Piss off Rudy.” He slapped her hard across the face.

“I’ll hurt you more if you don’t tell me more. So how are you feeling?” Not feeling like being bruised, Rowena obliged him.

“I feel cold and sick. Like I’ve not eaten for too long. Sometimes the room feels like it’s spinning? No hallucinations.” That you’re aware of, her brain added.

“Thanks, hun’.” He patted on the cheek condescendingly and she flinched away. Rudy just laughed. “See you in another 50 hours.”

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Screams echoed through the walls and Rowena clenched her hands over her ears. Eyes squeezed shut to avoid the eyes that grew out of the walls, leg vibrating under the table to shake off the hands that tried to grab it. Food sat in front of her growing cold.

Bang! A loud clap brought her to attention, head snapping up, staring into Rudy’s face. She breathed heavily, and the screaming stopped.

“Get a grip.” For once he didn’t look happy with himself. “Do you even know what you’re doing?” Rowena looked down at her hands and noticed the subtle flames that flowed around them like water. She tried to make it stop. They scorched the table.

“It won’t stop. I-” she paused, shaking, “I can’t make it stop.”

“Are you having hallucinations?” Rowena shrugged, the question barely making sense. “Can you stand up?” Another shrug. “That’s not a fucking answer. Stand up.”

It was like her legs were detached - floating somewhere away from her body. The floor didn’t exist, and as she got up Rowena fell right through it, crumpling into a heap. Her legs reattached themselves filled with lead and the flames flickered and died.

“I guess that’s a little bit better.” Rudy checked his watch. “I’m going home. Get some sleep Torsen, I’ll see you in a few days.” He left unceremoniously, The door closing quietly on his way out.

When the next flicker of sleep pounced and Rowena’s eyes closed, there was no loud noise, no one coming to wake her, and she plunged into dreamless sleep at last.

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#whump #mortiawrites #sleep deprivation #hallucinations #whumper #whumpee #lady whump

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crowning season ☆ skz x gn! reader

word count﹕3.2k

prompt ﹕hunger games but for modern royalty

[skz x gn!reader] [mostly jisung, chan, & minho] [ft. ateez & billlie]

Every 50 years, the Nine Kingdoms of Epaidia must send their children to prove their worth in a blood sport in order to decide which kingdom will act as the leading jurisdiction of Epaidia. After their brother becomes terminally ill, (Y/N) is forced to represent the 9th Kingdom without him.

warnings ﹕profanity, mentions of death, mentions of abuse, mentions of alcoholism, eventual character death, eventual violence.

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hey, its been a while! sorry for being gone for so long, I had some pretty crazy creative block and I was busy w a lot of stuff irl. writing this chapter was a struggle for months and I restarted several times. but it's finally summer and i have more time to sit down and actually think about what I'm writing! some stuff popped up a couple weeks ago and i lost most of my notes for this series, so I've changed a lot in the plot. it won't really affect anything for you guys as readers, just what I'm planning on writing. hope you enjoy :) !

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"And who exactly is this?"

The question leaves you both taken aback and nervous, your inner turmoil evident on your face. Judging by the way everyone turns to look at the newcomer, You're not the only one in shock. You give him a once-over, confirming he is indeed the prince of the Third Kingdom, Hwang Hyunjin.

His passive-aggressiveness is quite the stunt and it leaves a sour taste in your mouth. He knows exactly who you are, he's just letting you know that he's somehow offended that you're standing there with him and his group. If Seonghwa was with you, he'd be holding you back, knowing that your loose tongue gets the best of you in situations like such.

"Quite disrespectful to address royalty like that, is it not?" it's hard to tell if the question is rhetorical or not as it flies out of your mouth, a irritated but stern expression forms on your face, Hyunjin quirks an antagonizing brow at you. "Oh, hardly."

you feel a hand on your shoulder as someone practically gasps in your ear, you turn to look at the person. Kim Siyoon of the 8th Kingdom. The sole heir to her throne, but she certainly didn't come alone. From the very beginning of the ball, you noticed how the princess of the 7th Kingdom, Sheon, stuck to her side like glue. Even now, the princess stands slightly behind Siyoon as she watches the situation unfold.

"Hyunjin! just because you haven't known them your entire life, doesn't mean you get to address them like that. We're all royalty here." Minho reaches out from across the circle of royals, swatting Siyoon away from you. "Let them fight their own battles," he says lowly, although everyone can see and hear, Siyoon then lightly slaps his arm in response. "Let them fight their own battles? It's just common decency Minho. I'm not gonna stand here and let hyunjin shove people around just because he's never met them before!"

The once civil conversation soon turns into quiet, yappy bickering and the topic completely changes from Hyunjin's attitude to something about how Hyunjin made out with Siyoon's cousin when they were younger. then things get a lot more personal. Like when Wooyoung teepeed the first kingdom's gardens. The group starts to dig deeper into their history, and you can't help but feel out of place.

Your entire life you trained, you were sore and you ached every day, you had no social life outside of the staff you spent nearly every second with, and yet, these people had all that time to socialize. They made alliances way before they even knew what crowning season was. They were 100% prepared for what was ahead, and you were only about 75% ready.

The argument soon turns back into a lighthearted conversation, and you can't stop yourself as you slowly back away from the group and slip out of the ballroom, noticing the way a few of the partygoers glance at you.

You made 2 alliances in one night, then put a target on your back when you bickered with hyunjin, the prince from one of the richest kingdoms in Epaidia. You're not sure how to feel about your progress as you slump onto a velvety bench in the grand hallway just outside the ballroom. You look up, and a large painting across the hall from you catches your eye. There sat the family of the first kingdom, looking like greek gods in their majestic attire.

The family looks young in the painting, the king and queen's wrinkles haven't quite formed yet, and their hair misses those old, gray sprigs. Chan looks like he's about 14, and you can't help but smile at his round, youthful face. San doesn't look much younger, maybe 11 or 12. He's looking up at his mom with a big smile on his face, holding her hand sweetly. Then a melancholy thought hits you.

Did he know then?

Did he know that he'd be at his friends' throats, competing for the high crown one day?

"I hate that painting." The sudden declaration out of nowhere makes you jump, and you turn to find the owner of that oh-so-familiar voice. And of course, it had to be him.

Chan's eyes flit over to you, that same stoic expression making you feel tense and out of place. "What, did I scare you?" The question has a playful lilt and an obvious hint of sarcasm. It's almost as if Chan knows that your heart is still beating rapidly from his random appearance, and you can't help but roll your eyes at him. "No. Not at all." You respond, matching his sarcastic and monotone energy, which only leads him on. He elegantly glides onto the seat beside you, turning his attention back to the painting in front of you.

"Why do you hate it?" You practically whisper as you stare at the fine details of the magnificent work of art before you. Chan hums lowly, staring at the painting in deep thought before he responds. "That's not what we looked like that day. Well- not all of us. The old man was so drunk he couldn't keep his eyes open. His fists were red and bruised. Mommy dearest wasn't looking at me. she was too busy pampering San to notice my black eye." Just as you're about to whip your head to look at the prince beside you, you're rudely interrupted by the one and only.

"Busted!" An annoying, shrill voice screeches from the doorway to the ballroom. A dainty finger is pointed directly at your face and you look up to meet the proud expression of Wooyoung. Then Chan slips away before you can say anything, and you catch yourself as you try to reach out to him.

"Why are you always canoodling with boys, huh?" Wooyoung grabs your attention once more as he takes Chan's place, playfully jabbing at you as you try to come up with a coherent response. You know he's just messing around, but you can't help the way your eyebrows furrow. Chan is already gone when you start to frantically look around once you've regained your senses, and it feels like there's a giant pit in your stomach. "I-I'm not. I'm just trying to make up for lost time." You finally blurt out as you give up and slump into the bench you're on. "What do you mean?" Wooyoung asks, and for the first time, you feel like he's just genuinely asking you something out of curiosity.

"I mean, most of these royals have known each other since they were little kids, and I know absolutely no one."

Wooyoung scoffs, wrapping a friendly arm around you as he shakes his head lightly. "I don't know how to tell you this but- Epaidia's royalty has some cliques."

"That group that you were somehow beckoned into you are like... the plastics of the nine kingdoms. You don't wanna form alliances with them or put any trust in them. Because year after year, those kingdoms have stabbed each other in the back."

"I'm sorry that I pried into your business earlier. I really want us to have each other's backs in this thing. I love my siblings- I truly do. but I think I'd be the first person they'd betray in the crowning. I'm scared Y/N. I'm really scared." Wooyoung's words of advice are a rollercoaster of emotions, and you can't help but sympathize with him. As you open your mouth to reply, he interrupts you one last time. "And trust me. You are not the only estranged royal at this ball."

You don't read too much into that last statement as you nod, giving him a soft smile as he unravels himself from you. "I don't want this to be an alliance-" You watch his face fall. "I want to be friends." You smile as he lights up, watching as he holds himself back from hugging you. "You can hu-" Before you can finish, he's squeezing the life out of you.

Maybe you don't need Seonghwa after all.

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After your heart-to-heart, you wander back into the ballroom with Wooyoung, realizing that the party carried on without you and your newfound companion. You can hear the sound of sultry classical music playing, your mind on autopilot as you make your way to the front of the crowd. In the center of the room, people have begun to dance to the age-old music that echoes through the ballroom.

Wooyoung finally makes it to you, gently pushing your shoulder as he nods towards the dancefloor. "Don't you think you should, y'know? Make yourself stick out more? I don't see a single prince or princess out there." You tilt your head at him playfully, crossing your arms as you begin to think. "Is that an invitation to dance?"

"Certainly not!" He blurts out quickly in response to your question, watching as you raise a brow at him. 'It's not you, it's me. I can't dance, at all." You can't help but laugh at him, making the prince pout a bit. Just as Wooyoung begins to whine about his lack of dancing skills, you spot Felix trying to drag Changbin onto the dancefloor.

Now you're determined to do it first, scanning the people in the ballroom as you try to find a decent partner for a few minutes. You spot Minho a few feet away from you and your feet are moving before you can have a second thought about it. He's facing toward his brother Yeosang, away from you. You tap his shoulder lightly. "Y/N!—" His blank expression immediately lights up as he realizes it's you, a chesire grin forming on his face.

"Hey Minho, w-"

"Do you want to dance?" He interrupts you before you can finish, and you can't help but smile. "That's funny. I was gonna ask you the same question." He mirrors your warm smile as you somewhat awkwardly wander toward the center of the room. Instantly, his hands find purchase on your hip and shoulder as he takes the lead, spinning you around the room effortlessly.

You're thankful he's taking the lead, knowing that your waltzing skills are sub-par at best. You look down, noticing how his feet seem to glide across the floor. You look up to meet Minho's gaze, tilting your head a bit. "Does the royal family of the 6th kingdom spend that much time on learning ballroom dances?" The subtle compliment has minho looking away bashfully, still wearing his charming smile. "Only the basics. It's a hobby of mine, though."

There's something endearing about one of the richest men in the nine kingdoms taking dance up as a hobby. "You like dancing?" you already know the answer, you want the conversation to last a bit longer though. Minho simply nods silently, pulling away to bow as the song ends.

After you return the gesture, you glance around the room to notice how almost everyone has their eyes on you. You look over at Wooyoung, who holds up both his thumbs with a cheesy grin. That's when you finally notice your parents, chatting it up with the other kings and queens of Epaidia.

Based on the forced smiles and fake laughter, you can tell your parents are struggling just as much as you. That has you smiling fondly before you turn back to Minho. "So..." you trail off, staring at Minho's hands as he nervously fidgets, not failing to notice all the cameras and eyes pointed at you. "I know that we get more sponsors if we stand here and look pretty together- But do we really have to?" you playfully ask and Minho lightens up a bit. "So you think I'm pretty?" He perks a brow, not missing the way you begin to internally regret your choice of words, standing there with a blank expression.

You decide to ignore his question instead of replying sarcastically, turning around and simply walking away from him. You can hear him, chuckling quietly as he follows you back into the crowd, towards a corner of the ballroom.

Most of the attention is diverted away from you and the prince as Changbin and Felix start dancing, some of the other royals following suit.

After a couple minutes, you realize how easy conversation is with Minho. unlike Wooyoung, there are fewer sarcastic remarks and more intelligent and articulate responses. You find yourself at ease, feeling more open to being yourself with him.

"What's Hyunjin's deal?" You ask Minho quietly, trying not to catch the attention of anyone around you. He looks down at the wine glass in his hand, swirling the grape juice around before replying; "He's very protective of his friendships. it's not that he doesn't like you, he's wary of you. he doesn't trust you- yet."

That last word still has you holding on, finding that there's still hope to make amends with the third kingdom's Prince Not-so-Charming.

"His sister on the other hand-" Minho nods toward the other side of the room, where Hyunjin stands with his sister, Sua. You didn't get a good look at her until Minho pointed her out. She wore a stern expression as she eyed Prince Chan like a hawk, not letting her fox eyes leave him once. "—She said that your silver tongue is only gonna get you so far." Minho laughs into his glass as he takes a sip of his drink, grinning at you as you examine the princess across the room.

"Please do try to hide your resentment for a moment, Y/N," Minho remarks sarcastically, earning himself a flinty glance from you. "That was not a stare of resentment. I'm reading her." Minho lets out a boisterous laugh, one befitting of a prince. Then his expression falls immediately after. "Trust me, I've tried. That woman is like a book of steel."

"Must run in the family." You utter, unable to hold back the smile that grows on your face as Minho laughs once more.

Then a realization dawns on you, very suddenly, and it feels as if the weight of the whole room is crashing down on you.

"Maybe they're not so wrong." Your sudden change of heart nearly has Minho dropping his glass, as he whips his whole body to the side to face you, unable to control his perplexed expression. You simply eye him, not giving much of a reaction to his stunted display.

"I'm not meaning to damper the mood, but the only way one of us wins is if the rest of us die. Which means we either have to kill each other, kill ourselves, or abandon one another. Why make friends when it's just easier to make enemies?" You're even amazed at your coherent rambling as you watch Minho pick his jaw up off the ground.

"That's a good point." Minho dejects, pressing his lips together firmly as he realizes his glass is empty. You watch the gears turn in his head before he comes up with an effective response. "Or, you can look at it this way. If everyone is gonna die but one of us, why not at least increase your odds of making it by teaming up? Even if you lose, your ally is succeeding."

"If I had a glass, I'd be raising it." You reply, mood slightly heightened by the prince's optimistic outlook on things. There's a moment of awkward silence that follows, where you either look at Minho or the crowd of dancing nobles in front of you. Thankfully, he breaks it after a few minutes, with an unnecessary painful question.

"What's wrong with Seonghwa?"

You gulp then proceed to stare at the jade pendant dangling around your neck. Minho realizes that he's struck a painful cord, knowing there's not much he can do to take it back. "We don't know yet. They're still running tests and if i'm being honest... It's weird." Minho doesn't reply, deciding it best to leave the conversation at that.

"It was nice getting to know you better Minho."

"You too, Y/N."

He turns to look at you, a melancholy smile gracing his cat-like features. In the moment, you recall that the ball only lasts for a few hours before everyone goes home. Your time was getting slimmer and slimmer, yet it felt like you had only been there for a few minutes.

You still had to regroup and find Yunho, but it felt like you were missing something.

Chan!

You had to figure out what he meant earlier.

The look on your face is a dead giveaway to your realization and Minho raises his eyebrows at that. "Did you leave the oven on?" He jokes, but frowns when your body language becomes more frantic, your eyes dart around as you search for the prince in question, knowing you won't see him again until The Crowning. Unintentionally, you ignore Minho as you slip into the crowd hastily, leaving your shocked ally behind.

You spot Felix stepping off the dancefloor and back over to his group of friends, assuming he's your best bet. "Felix!" You call from a few feet away and he meets you halfway. "Y/N! I was wondering where you slipped off to, then I saw you dancing with Minho— Which was utterly adorable by the way and did-" You cut him off with a single finger, watching him poke his bottom lip out a bit.

"I'm not trying to be rude, but I really need to know where Chan is." Felix laughs at your interruption, pure joy enveloping his face. "You're too cute. I knew you guys had a thing." "What?" You furrow your brows together, not missing the way Felix rolls his eyes playfully at your reaction. "Nothing, nothing." He waves his hand before grabbing you by the shoulders, turning you around to face the grand stairs that led to the high royal family's thrones.

"There he is." Felix remarks and your face falls. you spot Chan, sitting in his throne with a blank expression. The music slowly dies down as the King stands up, The crowd falling silent in anticipation of his grand speech. "I thank you all for coming to the age-old Crowning Ball and celebrating this magnificent sport. I wish you all luck in The Crowning, and a smooth victory from my sons. Please exit in a orderly, well-designed fashion."

You turn to face Felix, turmoil evident on your face. He can't help but giggle and pat your shoulders gently. "No worries Y/N, you'll have your chance before he kills you." His unfiltered observation is probably true, and you can't come up with a response before he skips off to find his sister, Tsuki.

Everyone surrounding you wanders off toward the large doors, leaving you standing in the middle of the ballroom. Alone.

In a week's time, you'd be back in the first kingdom, preparing to leave everything behind to compete in a brutal blood sport. Nothing could've prepared you for the emotions you felt at that moment, standing all alone in an almost empty ballroom.

You're snapped out of your emotional trance when a hand gently falls on your shoulder. You look up, meeting the gaze of the one-and-only Yunho. he smiles, and you fall into his arms, hugging him loosely as you hold back everything you want to say or do. Your voice is muffled by his suit, but you utter just a small; "It's not fair." Before your trusted bodyguard and confidant, leads you out of the 1st Kingdom's palace.

#stray kids fic #chan x reader #felix x reader #minho x reader #skz fanfic #skz fic #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids

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