#If you want to read it tell me and maybe I’ll get a keyboard

[duhnova]

control me - jeon wonwoo

gamer bf!wonwoo x fem!reader

word count: ~3.0k

kinktober masterlist

warning(s): smut under the cut!! (mdni), porn with minimal plot, princess & kitten & baby used as petnames, voyeurism? (no one’s watching but they’re listening), guided sex?, dirty talk, blow job, deep throating, throat/face fucking, hair pulling, praising (reader is called a good girl), degradation?, reader is called a brat, manhandling?, definitely some unresolved/confused feelings (but we don’t talk about that here), let me know if i forgot anything! - don’t mind grammatical errors / typos (i tried)

your boyfriend sat at his desk, the bright screen of his monitor lit up his face as he grumbled into his mic, irritated at one of his teammates for allowing him to get killed in the game. it was always attractive to watch him play, his jaw set, his eyes narrowed in concentration and his fingers tapping at his keyboard allowing the veins in his arms to become prominent. it always got your gears turning as you sat on the edge of the bed with your legs tightly crossed, waiting for the opportunity to talk to him.

“baby?” you pout once you see the lobby screen. you watch wonwoo hit the hotkey for his mic as he pushes one of the ears back to listen to you.

“what’s up princess?” he cocks an eyebrow, tilting his head back enough to see the pout on your face. he pretends he doesn’t know why you’re pouting, but he knows exactly what you want, it’s his job after all (at least he thinks it is), as your boyfriend, to know you like the back of his hand. 

“how much longer are you gonna be playing?” you uncross your legs, letting your thighs squeeze together to hopefully help emphasize that you need a little help down there. 

“i promised the boys that i’d be on all night.” he mumbles, seeming to not realize that your neediness was because you were extremely turned on right now. wonwoo has always been a good judge of character, able to read anyone like an open book and know exactly what they’re thinking before they even think it. but when it came to you he preferred to not read you, wanting you to tell him exactly what you wanted when you wanted it, which is why he’s acting oblivious. 

“all night?” you huff, before falling back against the bed already given up on the thought of him coming to fuck your brains out on it. 

“i’m sorry baby,” he laughs softly before cursing quietly, looking at his computer screen. ��i’ll cuddle you all night i promise.” he mumbles before he’s unmuting to talk to his friends who started another match without him noticing. 

you grumble to yourself about wanting to get fucked, not cuddled. rolling over onto your stomach you grab your phone that was laying on the bed and you start to aimlessly scroll through all your socials. it felt like forever passed by (it was only five minutes) before you finally sat back up, a brilliant idea popping into your head. 

you remembered a conversation you had with wonwoo awhile back where you discussed the possibility of him fucking you with the boys either watching or listening through their discord. it was no surprise to wonwoo that the boys were physically attracted to you (and maybe even emotionally but that’s something he didn’t want to tap into knowing it would just piss him off) so he agreed that if the time ever came for them to all be in the mood then he’d fuck you with them around in some way. 

with a devilish smile on your face you open up your messages with vernon, knowing he’d actually respond to you out of the three. the message said something along the lines of ‘wonwoo isn’t paying attention to me so im gonna suck him off under the table until he does, do you and the boys wanna fuck with him while i do it?’

it didn’t take long for vernon to text back, saying he’d ask the boys in the next lobby. so now, here you were, kicking your feet impatiently as you watched wonwoo's screen. once the word victory flashed on the screen you squealed quietly, catching your boyfriend's attention. 

“you normally don’t react when i win or lose.” he deafened himself so the boys can’t hear him and he can't hear them. he pulls his headphones down to rest around his neck as he spins in the chair to face you. “do you really want my attention that badly?” he can’t help the way his lips twitch up into the slightest smile, he’ll never admit it but he loves it when you’re desperate for his attention. 

just as you were going to respond you got a message from vernon. ‘we’re all in.’ you can’t help but bite your lip before looking back up at wonwoo, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. wonwoo swallows the lump in his throat, knowing exactly what that look was for. 

“i do want your attention but, i know you hate breaking your promises to your boys so how about a compromise?” you slowly slide off the bed to walk up to where he’s sitting. out of instinct wonwoo wraps his hands around the backs of your thighs to hold you in place as he looks up at you. god he looked so hot, looking at you like you were the center of his world (and you were). 

“compromise?” he mumbled, his fingers digging into your flesh when you reach your hands out to trail down his chest and stomach, stopping just before the waistband of his sweats. 

“mhm, you can keep playing with your boys and i can just sit under your desk…” you’re slow to drop to your knees in front of him, looking up through your eyelashes. “like this.” his breath catches in his throat, his dick jumping a little in excitement at the sight of you on your knees for him. 

“what if the boys hear?” he mumbles, looking up at the screen where a countdown started signaling they were about to join a new game. “fuck it, just be quiet under there.” he mumbles as he lets you get comfortable under his desk, a happy squeal leaving you making him shake his head with a fond smile on his face. 

you quickly text vernon to tell him that the plan is starting. tossing your phone to the side you make quick work at tugging a wonwoo's sweats and boxers down enough to free his half hard dick, exposing it to the cold air and causing wonwoo to hiss quietly. 

“yeah i’m all good,” he grumbles into his mic before he glances down at you, almost groaning at the sight of you practically drooling over his dick. “just hit my desk, that's all.” he reassures his friends before he focuses back on the game. 

wonwoo is normally good at keeping his composure, he doesn’t lose self control easily and right now he was definitely demonstrating it. he barely paid you half a mind while you wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, before leaning in to flick the tip of your tongue over the slit. you took your time, slobbering up his dick so that you can pump your hand up and down it so that he can get fully hard before you take it in your mouth. 

the only indication that you got that your boyfriend was enjoying himself was his legs tensing up and his words were muffled, he was talking through his teeth as he clenched his jaw to keep from moaning. 

“hey man, are you sure you’re good?” mingyu grumbles into his mic, knowing exactly what was wrong. wonwoo lets out a strained “all good.” his jaw clenching harder when you finally take the tip of his dick in your mouth. 

his eyes roll a little as his hand squeezes his mouse tighter, his fingers more aggressively tapping his keys as he tries to distract himself from the warmth of your mouth surrounding his dick. he doesn’t remember getting so hard but he’s not surprised, his body reacted so quickly to you and he should be embarrassed but considering it was you he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

“you don’t sound good,” vernon laughs quietly, huffing when he gets downed in the game. “sounds like you got something distracting you.” vernon was thankful they weren’t video chatting so that wonwoo couldn’t see the smirk on his face.

“i’m not distracted.” wonwoo grunts, his hips bucking up into your mouth a little. he has to bite his tongue to keep from groaning at the small sound you made. 

“are you sure?” seungcheol sounded smug, like he knew something and if it wasn’t for the tip of his dick sliding down your throat wonwoo would’ve bit back at the older male. “if i didn’t know any better i would assume y/n was doing something to you.” 

wonwoo’s eyes widened a little as he looked over at discord to make sure his camera wasn’t on. how could cheol possibly know what was going on? in the few seconds that he was distracted someone came up and killed wonwoo, causing him to groan in annoyance (and pleasure). 

“what happened woo?” mingyu pokes at him. “is y/n really sucking your dick or something? is that why you turned to shit all i’ve a sudden?” 

“shut up gyu,” wonwoo hisses, his hand going to grab your hair and push you further down on his dick, desperate to feel more of your throat surrounding him. “you’re just talking shit now.” he tries so hard not to make any sounds that would give him away. 

“talking shit? i’m just telling the truth. it’s not my fault you can’t handle the thought of y/n wrapping her lips around your dick.” mingyu laughs a little, knowing he’s getting under wonwoo's skin while he’s falling apart in your hands (and mouth). 

you swallow a little around the tip of wonwoo's dick to hopefully distract him from arguing back with mingyu and it works surprisingly well when his eyes close and he lets out a loud curse. 

“maybe he’s not imagining y/n’s mouth around his dick.” vernon just stares at his screen, a small smirk playing on his face but his ears are bright red.

“didn’t know you were the type to whine woo.” seungcheol teases. “is she taking you all in? or is she only teasing you?” this was starting to get fun for them as they continued to relentlessly tease and coo dirty things into wonwoo's ears. a lot of it was their own fantasies poking through, how they wished you would suck them off but they’d rather sit on a hot grill than admit that out loud. 

“god fuck you all.” wonwoo moans as his head falls back, his self control completely crumbling as he relishes in the feeling of your mouth. his legs were tensing and his fingers were gripping tighter on your hair, helping you ease all the way down on his dick, your nose brushing against his pelvic. 

“aww you here that he wants to fuck us.” mingyu jokes, and wonwoo was about to cuss him out but instead he stumbled over his words, your hand had slipped into his boxers to squeeze at his balls. 

“fuck, y/n such a good girl.” wonwoo mumbles in a haze, his orgasm fast approaching now that you’ve taken up messaging his balls. 

“she is a good girl.” one of the guys breathed out, it was hard for wonwoo to tell as his blood rushed in his ears, his hips bucking up more aggressively as his orgasm was right there, and just as he was ready to unload down your throat you manage to pull yourself off his dick. he gasps in surprise and stutters. 

“why’d you stop?” he looked at you with wide eyes while panting softly. 

“beg.” you smirk up at him, you thought you had the upper hand here since he was basically putty in your hands.

“what?” his eyes went from surprised to ‘are you serious?’.

“you heard me.” the boys were muttering in wonwoo's ears about how you were being a little brat, and if it wasn’t for the fact that you ripped his orgasm away wonwoo would’ve told them off for calling you a brat (not that they were wrong but only he got to call you that). 

in one quick movement wonwoo grabs your hair again and tugs you up so he can come face to face with you, an almost malicious smirk on his face. he mumbles against your lips, asking you to repeat yourself again. 

“i want you to be-“ before you can finish your sentence wonwoo is pushing you back down to sit on your heels. he tugs your head down and growls at you to put his dick back in your mouth, and he almost misses the way his friend breathing hitched. you were happy to have his dick back in your mouth, your eyelashes flutter as you look back up at him. you knew what was coming and you were fully prepared for wonwoo's wrath (though you hope that he doesn’t withhold any orgasms from you like you did to him).

he definitely isn’t nice in the way he pushes you fully down on his dick, your throat already prepped to deepthroat him.  

“you wanna be a little brat?” he groans as he holds your head down on his dick, causing you to gag a little (not that you cared, you were just happy that he finally lost control). “have my friends whisper dirty shit in my ears while you gagged on my dick?” he grunts when you swallow, the warmth of your throat squeezing around him deliciously. “well now you’re gonna take everything i give you while they get to listen.” he rips his headphones off his head, and with one hand he adjusts them on yours so you can hear everything his friends are doing and they can clearly hear all the wet lewd sounds of wonwoo fucking your throat. 

vernon let’s out a string of curses, his head falling back against his gaming chair as he listened to the way he can tell that wonwoo's dick is far down your throat. he didn’t want to think about how big his friends dick was but he also couldn’t help but imagine just how much you could take in that pretty mouth of yours. 

mingyu was shamelessly moaning, his hand shoved down his pants and the loud sound of his hand jerking himself off could be picked up by his expensive mic. his forehead was resting on his desk as the only thing he could think about was wonwoo's quiet grunts and your loud gagging and occasional moaning. 

seungcheol was in a similar position as vernon, his head hanging off the back of his chair, his eyes closed as he contemplated his next words. teasing wonwoo was one thing, it was fun even but after hearing you he couldn’t help the way his cock jumped in his pants.

“fuck you sound so pretty.” vernons voice felt hoarse, his throat gone dry but he couldn’t stand not saying anything. he felt like he needed to say something because god did you really sound so pretty. 

“so pretty.” mingyu breathes out in between his moans, his hand speeding up when he notices that wonwoo sped up as well. it’s not that he was relying on wonwoo to determine how fast he jerked himself off but he didn’t want to prematurely finish before the fun was over. 

“sound like such a good girl.” seungcheol groans lowly, his own hand palming over the tent in his pants, his own self control jumping out the window. “are you a good girl y/n?” you nod your head around wonwoo's dick before realizing they can see you, so you hum to acknowledge seungcheol words. 

“fuck.” wonwoo groans at the vibrations from you humming around his dick. “are they making pretty sounds for you kitten?” you hum again as you swallow around his dick again, drawing a louder groan from your boyfriend. 

his fingers dig into your scalp as he fucks your throat faster, his head thrown back and his mouth wide open. the boys could definitely hear him loud and clear but he could care less at this point, there was no shame anymore as he relentlessly bucks his hips up. 

wonwoo's orgasm was fast approaching again, the coil winding itself back up as his moans got more airy. his legs began to tense up and he was for sure going to get a cramp in them until you started smoothing your hands over his thighs. despite how ruthless he was fucking into your mouth and how blurred your vision was from tears you couldn’t help but think he looked so pretty, his hair messed up from his headphones being pulled off and his eyes squeezed closed as his jaw fell slack. 

“god, fuck.” he curses loudly as he finally cums down your throat, his hips still bucking up as he rides his orgasm out. you make the lewdest gagging sound ever as you struggle to swallow his cum while having his dick still shoved down your throat. “shit.” he finally pulls out of your mouth, watching how a thick string of saliva and cum connect your mouth and his dick. “so pretty.” he sighs fondly as he gently wipes your lips before grabbing your chin to tug you up to sit in his lap. 

your thin pajama pants were soaked through from how aroused you were. he couldn’t help but sigh contently at the warmth of your clothed cunt sitting on top of his semi hard dick. he coos quietly at you as he takes the headphones off your head, messing your hair up even more but neither of you cared, especially when you two were able to hear mingyu cum through the headphones as vernon curses about how hot that was and cheol mumbles that he’s still extremely hard. 

“that was hot.” you mumble loud enough for the boys to hear you through the mic as you settle down in wonwoo's lap, getting comfortable in the minimal space you two had on the gaming chair. your boyfriend had a lazy smirk on his face, he was always the type to want to sleep after sex but he was far from done with you tonight, and despite the fatigue he was starting to feel he was definitely going to ruin you.  “what do you boys think i should do to her next?” wonwoo mumbles into his mic once he has his headphones back on, this time he was gonna give them something to listen to as they tell him how to fuck you. 

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[strnilolo]

bug friend

summary: chris finds a bug while the four of you are live streaming. based on that one live where chris finds a bug on the stairs!

word count: 676

warnings: use of y/n, a few curse words, mentions of bugs, mostly platonic but slight yn&chris pairing if you squint. lowercase intentional.

an; i promise im getting to the requests! i just wanted to post this one before i went to bed for the night, heart you all.

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sitting in the guest bedroom by yourself, you join the boys in their fortnite lobby to start the live stream of the night.

“y/n, are you in? where’s your character?”

“yeah i’m in, nick how do i dance? i forgot how to play on keyboard” this is your first time live streaming with the boys. it’s also the first time you’ve played on a computer rather than an xbox.

nick explains the basic controls, and the four of you begin the stream, now on your second match of the night.

“y/n why is your camera off, has it been off the whole time?” matt reads the chat, realizing they had forgotten to check that your webcam was on.

“oh wait, was i supposed to have it on? i don’t even know how to do that”

“chris, you’re spectating go help her” chris gets up from his spot at his desk, making his way up the stairs to you.

minutes later, chris still hasn’t gotten to your spot in the house, leaving the three of you questioning.

“dude where’s chris, he’s still not back”

“he probably stopped to get a drink on his way up, he’s coming”

“MATT” chris sits back down at his monitor, explaining why he didn’t make it to your room.

“there’s a bug the size of my fucking fist on the stairs” hearing the word bug, the rest of you immediately are sent into chaos.

“what??” you question loudly as the other boys begin to cry out as well.

“NO- NO” nick panics as matt starts to logically think.

“matt i can’t go upstairs, she’s going to have to go without a webcam”

“alright where is it, i’ll kill it”

“matt please take a photo- please please please” your laughter is quickly interrupted as chris tells matt that the insect is flying.

“it was down at the bottom like flying around and shit”

“it’s flying???” you and matt yell in unison, you beginning to panic. bugs are NOT your thing, never have been.

“chris are you serious?? it’s flying?” “oh matt you have to kill it, i can’t sleep here if it’s not dead”

matt leaves his room to hunt the bug, leaving you nick and chris to talk to the stream by yourselves.

“dude he better kill it you know i don’t do bugs”

“you don’t do bugs?? you’re like older than me, aren’t you supposed to be a big girl?” chris questions you sarcastically, earning a scoff from you and nick.

“maybe, but you’re the man, you should be opting to protect your lady” you laugh, before matt returns bearing bad news.

entering chris’ room, matt informs chris that he was unable to find the bug, meaning that it was still out for attack on the house.

“dude i got all the way to your room and there’s no bug” chris gasps

“shut my door then matt- shut my door bro it’s humongous”

“chris is sleeping with a companion tonightttt” nick sings, returning to the game.

“yeah, and it’s not going to be me. sorry chris, i can’t sleep in there with you if your bug friend will be joining us” you laugh to yourself.

“bro- i’ll go look” chris sighs, getting up to kill the bug, before returning with no luck.

“yeah no- sorry chris, i can’t sleep in your room like a sitting duck waiting for ambush” chris scoffs, answering quickly.

“what, are you sleeping alone then? i highly doubt that” rolling his eyes, chris smirks thinking he convinced you to sleep in his room.

“of course not, what am i, crazy? i’m sleeping with nick” proud of yourself, you pull your legs into the rolling chair that you’re sat in.

“nicks room is closer, and safer, i see no issues here” chris scoffs at your childish response before responding,

“whatever nick, you can have her. she kicks in her”

“i do not! chris stop it.” the four of you laugh to yourselves before returning to the stream until it was time to sleep for the night.

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[after-witch]

Bonded [Platonic Yandere L x Sibling Reader]

Title: Bonded [Platonic Yandere L x Sister Reader]

Synopsis: Being L 's younger sibling sucks.

Word count: 1700ish

notes: platonic yandere, abusive sibling dynamic, L is an asshole; reader is a younger (adult) sibling

“Why do you have to go away? You just got back.”

L doesn’t answer. He scrapes his thumb across his lip and continues typing, clicking, mesmerized by whatever new assignment has been sent his way. 

It was always like this. It seemed that anytime your brother got back, he was sent out again. Always needed, always being pulled by a million different people in directions you couldn’t even fathom. And you were here, at Whammy’s, stuck and lonely and increasingly pissed off.

You suck in your cheeks, gnawing lightly on the inside of your mouth, taking in a bit from behind your lips, a bit on the side of your cheek. Your teeth work the flesh over and over, not hurting, but pressing down.

 A familiar habit, ingrained from a young age, something that simultaneously soothes you without actually disappointing the growing frustration, anger, resentment in your belly. Maybe it doesn’t soothe you at all, you muse. Maybe it’s just a way to shut yourself up so you don’t say something you can’t take back.

“You’ll get blisters inside your cheeks again,” he says, glancing at you and looking away just as quickly. 

It’s nothing new for him to barely pay attention to you when he’s on assignment, and it’s nothing new for you to clamor for more of that attention.

Life was unfair and he was unfair, but you played into the bullshit anyway, because you didn’t know how else to live.

So you let your voice take on a muffled tone, annoyed, childish. You want him to tell you to stop acting like a kid. You want him to sigh and slam his laptop shut and ask you what’s wrong. You want him to just look at you, talk to you, damn it, for more than a few seconds. 

“So what?”

You cross your arms over your chest, playing the petulant child. It’s what you feel like--what you’ve always felt like--in his presence. Like some dumb little thing, stupider than him, smaller than him, less than him.

He doesn’t even look at you this time, his fingers flying on his keyboard, the clacking sound irritatingly familiar at this point. “They’ll sting when you eat food, and you hate gargling salt water to heal them, so I’ll have to make you do it.” He twists his mouth into something like a pout, but you can’t tell if it’s aimed at you or whatever he’s reading on the screen. 

“I’m not using salt water, even if I get blisters,” you say, jutting your chin outwards. You’ve been reading too many novels, clearly, and everything feels like it has a practiced air. You’re a player in a theatrical performance, and you can’t tell if L is the audience or a fellow actor or maybe he’s the director, cooling pulling the strings behind the curtain. 

He glances at you again, then resumes typing. “Then you can be grounded to your room for a week. No TV. No books.”

Your lips curl even further. “You can’t ground me. I’m an adult. You’re just being an assh--”

He does look at you this time, and it’s that stare that you know too well. The I’m-older-than-you stare, the I’m-in-charge-of-you stare. The stare that he gives when you ask to attend real university and not some in-house curriculum; the look that he gives you when you ask to move out of here, to get your own place, when you bring up the fact that you’re a grown-fucking-adult but you’ve never had any life experiences outside of motherfucking Whammy’s House and you’re losing your mind.

Your eyebrows furrow.  Your cheeks flush hot, shame rolling around in your gut. Then your arms uncross and you huff, throwing yourself backward on the bed, landing on your pillows. Two plush, soft things, a stark contrast to the uniform firm pillows normally issued at Whammy’s.

L hated those pillows, and so did you, and it was one of the first things he secured for you once it was clear that the two of you were going to stay. That, you tell yourself, is a sign that he cares about you. 

But it doesn’t make you feel any better right now. 

“Don’t breathe so loud,” L says, suddenly, voice lilting enough to eat away at your resentments. “Please. You’ll distract me.”

You resist the urge, only barely, to throw a pillow at his head. 

--

Later that night, L puts away the computer and the phone. He murmurs something to someone in the hallway before slinking into your bedroom, watching as you finish your nighttime routine, peeling back the covers and crawling into them.

You look at him. He doesn’t make to leave, like he sometimes does, when he’s too busy.

He raises an eyebrow.

You open the covers, and say nothing more. 

In a few moments, he crawls into bed. 

Familiar warmth, familiar smells, familiar touch. You nestle yourself in the crook of his arm, automatically. You do this, even if you’re mad. Or especially when you’re mad, sometimes.

“The nest,” you used to call it, when he was young and you were younger. A safe place you could go when everything was overwhelming and the world was too cold and dark, and the only thing that made you feel at home was your brother’s arms. 

Back when it was mostly just you and him. No legions of would-be successors, wanna-bes,  hangers-on, vying for scraps of his attention. No stony-faced men in suits letting you know that he wouldn’t be returning home (if this could be called “home,” and you certainly wouldn’t call it that) for another few months and no, he couldn’t call, but they’ll pass on your message. No eccentrics with monikers of N and M and every letter under the sun making you wonder what would happen if you L did die, where would you be, who would you turn to? 

Back when he felt like your big brother, and nights like this--in the same room or the same bed, falling asleep together, words murmured until you fell asleep, always before him--were the norm. And not the rarity that they are now. 

And truth be told, it still makes you feel safe to be nestled there. That’s what really hurts the most. It would be better, easier, if you hated him. If you resented him so much that you wanted nothing to do with him. 

Instead, you’re like a moth beating its wings senseless against a light that only sometimes turns on. Useless and pointless but at least, sometimes, once in every fucking while, you got what you wanted. 

“L?” You ask, your voice partially muffled from your position curled next to him. You’re sleepy, but you know he won’t be. He sleeps even less than he used to, and that’s saying something. 

“Mm?” 

It takes so, so much of you to ask him this point blank. You wonder if he knows this, that being so candid is like stripping yourself bare in front of the entire world. Which he might as well be, for you. 

“Will you take me with you, this time?” Your fingers curl tightly on his shirt. “I hate being here by myself.”

He breathes out a quick little snort, enough to rustle your hair. His arm tightens around you. 

“How can you hate being here by yourself, when you’re not by yourself? There’s--”

You know he’s about to list every single damn person at this stupid facility. You know them all, and you hate them all. Well… most. 

(You could, if pressed, admit that Matt was tolerable in medium doses. But you’d never admit that to your brother, for reasons you couldn’t quite articulate. Sometimes you imagine the look on his face if you were to tell him that you hung out with Matt, actually, and he seemed--what? Nice? Funny? Interesting?) 

Your fingers tighten further. Tears choke your throat. 

“You know what I mean,” you whisper, tight, pained. 

You’re not so different from the others at Whammy’s, you know. They crave his attention more than anything and God help you, so do you. A look, a glance, a shared memory. Something to remind you that you’re alive and he’s your brother and you’re together, by blood and everything else. 

Yet it’s always there--

The push and the pull. 

Wanting to be near him and wanting to get away, break out, smash down the box you’re kept in and make a life for yourself. A life where you’re not “L’s sister.” A life where whispers don’t follow you in the halls, where expectations aren’t simmering in the air, heavy and unwanted. 

Where you don’t feel like your big brother is some unknowable figure, always out of reach, yet unwilling to either pull you entirely into himself or let you free. 

Sometimes you wonder… what kind of life could you have without L? He’s all you’ve ever known. There is not a single memory in existence in which he has not been a part of it. If he did let you leave, if you did get the nerve to make some great daring escape, what would become of you?

Maybe you were nothing without him, without those whispers, without the pedestal that you’re forced to stare up at whenever you think about him. 

The thought makes you want to wretch.

He hums, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You were clenching his shirt so hard that your fingers ache, and you flex them.

“Well?” You ask, voice dull.

You know he’s not going to take you with him before he speaks. Quiet tears slip down  your cheeks, and you feel dumb. But he doesn’t tease you for them, at least. There’s that.

“Maybe next time,” he says, and pats your back. Time to get to bed. He barely slept, but that didn’t mean he would let you stay up late. Or watch too much TV. Or leave Whammy’s for somewhere new. 

Disappointment weighs you down, but then, doesn’t it always? You swallow the prickles in your throat. 

“Then just… don’t be gone a long time, okay?” 

You sigh, letting yourself relax back into his arms. Into the nest. Into some remnant of childhood where you felt comfortable and safe. You push away all thoughts of leaving, of resentments, of the fact that your life is only something like fulfilled when your brother designs to visit. You stay there until you fall asleep, dreams gray and bleary, disconnected thoughts that are rarely worth remembering. 

Against your hair, L smiles. 

#yandere l lawliet #yandere death note #platonic yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #afterwitch writes #just a lil thing I wrote on my phone

[mixvyu]

Parfum d’étoile - episode fourty-one

scaramouche x reader smau

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You weren’t late this time.

You were in front of your door gripping the fabric of your clothes in one hand and holding your phone in the other, waiting for him to text.

You turned your phone off then right back on to check the time.

3:32pm

Scaramouche’s classes ended at 3 and he texted you to let you know he’d stop by his dorm room to change but he was awfully long.

You started to think he might’ve stood you up and that you looked utterly stupid standing there.

As you started thinking that, he suddenly texted.

You could only see so much of the text on the notification that was displayed on your screen but you could read the words

‘Sorry, lots of things happened so I’m not…’

Your stomach dropped and you didn’t even want to read the rest of the text message but you were way too curious to not do so.

‘Sorry lots of things happened so i’m not gonna be able to pick u up rn but i’ll be there in less than 20 i swear’

You sighed in relief and your thumbs flew over your keyboard to text back.

´Dpn’t start a rext like tjat beo u scaref me… its finr tho i was gonba be late 2 neways.´

That was a lie.

´Good i feel less bad now’

He added a crying emoji at the end of his sentence, something out of character for him. You couldn’t tell if it was supposed to express relief or if he was making fun of you.

The cold air made your fingers shaky and it made it hard to type correctly but he didn’t seem to pay any mind to that.

You’ve been standing outside for almost 40 minutes now. The weather was awful and it even looked like rain would start pouring at any moment now. You felt like moving from your spot would be like giving up on him like standing in lines for something you’ve been waiting for all week and then chickening out and leaving your spot out of weakness but you got tired of standing there and sent him a text before even thinking about it.

‘Hey uh i’m not feeling that good laybe we should cancel ?’

You regretted it as soon as you sent it but he already read it so it was too late to unsend

‘? Are you sure??

You closed your phone as soon as you saw his reply, not wanting to answer or to face what you did but you realised he would see the read sign and that there was no getting out of this one.

‘Nvm i can manage haha!! I just need to take a pill i’ll be good’

You lied again.

Scaramouche replied almost immediately.

‘If you’re not feeling well we can do that another day i wouldn’t want to force you’

You clenched your jaw. You never understood his mood swing, how he could clown you one second then be the most caring person you’ve met the next it was almost annoying.

‘It’s okay!! I’m already ready anyways i wouldn’t want to waste a good outfit lmao’

Now it was your turn to use a crying emoji, still not sure of what it was supposed to express.

‘Ok :(‘

You chuckled at the frowny face. That too was out of character.

After ten minutes, there were still no sight of him.

You felt like every person that walked passed knew what situation you were in and were just pitying you and god it made you feel like shit.

Maybe waiting at home would’ve been smarter.

Just as you thought that a car you recognised pulled up.

You got up abruptly, opened the door in one swift movement and threw yourself on the passager seat without even looking at who was inside the vehicle.

You let yourself sink into the seat, sighing happily as the warm air hit your skin. And just as you thought you couldn’t get more comfortable you heard his voice

"Hey, so sorry i’m late i hope you didn’t have to wait for too long." Scaramouche said

You finally looked at him for the first time today

He was wearing black baggy pants but you couldn’t tell which top he decided to put on because of the coat covering it.

"It’s fine don’t worry. ‘Was just a bit cold."

"I have a jacket in the back, do you want to borrow it ?"

"Yeah i’d love to!"

He reached for the back seat without looking and pulled out a white jacket.

He handed it to you without a word and put his hand back on the steering wheel when you took it from his hands.

You put it on quickly and felt a tad bit disappointed when you recognise Kazuha’s signature cologne on it.

It wasn’t Scaramouche’s.

" So ? Where are we going ?" He said, finally breaking the silence

"Uhmm I’m not sure anymore… Do you want to go to the aquarium ?"

"Uh sure if that’s what you want"

"You don’t really seem enthusiastic."

"Fishes aren’t my thing to be honest, but if they’re yours…"

"What’s your thing then ?"

"I don’t know."

You let out a long sigh

"You’re not helping me ! Just pick a place and we’ll go !"

"You were the one that was supposed to plan it ! Why do I have to choose ?!"

God you forgot how annoying he could be.

"Ok, ok. What about the zoo ?"

"It’s like an hour drive, though…"

"The arcade ??"

"I don’t have any coins."

"The museum ?"

"It’s a bit boring isn’t it ?"

"Ok just kill yourself." You let out a sound that could only be described as a growl "where do you want to go ?"

"Anywhere is fine" he stopped the car engine realising that decided where to go was going to take longer than intended

"Anywhere is not fine ! You don’t like any of my suggestions."

"I mean, yeah they suck but if you want to go then we’ll go. Everything is fine if you’re here."

"Don’t try to romance me, asshole ! My suggestions are great !"

"I already went to all those places a thousand times so it’s not really interesting frankly."

You mumbled an almost inaudible ‘sorry rich boy’ before sighing for the thousandth time

"What about that library/coffee shop at the mall ? They opened like a week ago."

He turned to look at you so fast you thought he’d snap his neck

"They’re open?! Why didn’t you tell me that before ?! Let’s go !" He said restarting the car.

★

You took a seat at one of the few tables that were in place at the back of the library.

You hoped to use that face to face moment to talk to Scaramouche more before having to tell him that you like him even thought you don’t know him as much as you wish you did.

But that hope quickly died down when you saw that he did everything but stay in place.

He seemed to love books more than anything because he was going from aisle to aisle grabbing some of them so that he could read the back and either putting them back where they belong or nesting them under his arm.

After 20 minutes of that he sat down in front of you, pushed his cup aside and put down the 7 books he had picked up.

Some were novels, some were mangas, some were comics. The genre also seemed to be very different from one book to another.

"I’m so happy they restocked, i’m going to read all of them as fast as possible." He said, taking a sip of his coffee and making a funny face when he realised it was now lukewarm.

"So… you like books, eh ?" You laughed, not finding anything else to say to start a conversation

"Yeah, books are great."

"What’s your favourite ?"

He leaned even more into the backrest of his chair

"Uhm… if i had to say one it would probably be…"

He clicked his tongue not really knowing what to answer

"Oh ! The house of leaves is a super cool one ! I love it !" He exclaimed in a ‘obviously why didn’t i think of that one before’ voice.

"Oh really ? I never heard of it i should check it out."

"What’s your favourite ?"

"Uhm… I don’t really know"

He nodded.

If the entirety of the date was going to be this way, it was going to feel painfully awkward.

★

The walk back to the car was awkward as well even after the many attempts that both of you had at making conversation.

Scaramouche looked as good as ever even though he still didn’t discard of his coat and you were dying to see what was underneath and what kind of outfit he managed to pull together this time.

While in the parking lot, you noticed a few people staring at him and it almost made you feel proud.

"You feeling ok ?" He asked as soon as the car doors closed " you shouldn’t have forced yourself to come if you were feeling bad."

"I’m fine. It’s fine." You sighed "i’m fine."

"The more you say it the less i believe you." He laid his palm against your forehead "well, you don’t feel hot so that’s great." His hand traveled from your forehead to your cheek.

´If you keeps touching you like that, I might start feeling hot.´ you thought but didn’t dare to say out loud.

He looked at your eyes then your lips then your eyes again and you hoped to God he’d just kiss you but instead he took his hand off your face and rested his head back into the car seat headrest.

"So ? Where are we going next ?"

"Uhm…" you checked the time. It was already pushing 8pm "we could go eat."

"Sure that’s fine by me. Where ?"

"I’ll let you pick" you said trying to sound gentlemanly but knowing it was only because you had no idea what to pick and judging by his face, you didn’t fool him.

"We could go to a japanese restaurant."

"Don’t you already eat japanese at home ? It’s a bit boring for you isn’t it ?"

"It’s fine i haven’t had it in a while and i miss it. I’m doing this for me mostly."

You knew he was lying.

"I saw some leftovers when i went over, though ? If you want me to try it just say so." You teased

All he did was hum before starting the car engine."

★

Unlike what you expected, you weren’t face to face with him but instead sitting next to each other at a sushi bar.

"I haven’t had sushi in forever." You clapped your hands, excited for the huge free meal you were about to get.

"I could eat those forever, i’ll never get tired."

You downed the 4 makis you grabbed on the moving tray as soon as they were in front of you.

Before you could even grab something else, a green plate of three tempura was gently placed on top of the plate you just cleaned.

"Are you trying to shut me up ?"

"How’d you guess ?" He smirked half jokingly. "Try those next"

"If you insist !"

You took a bite out of it but before you could have a second one you suddenly felt like somebody was looking at you.

"What ? Were you planning on eating those or something ?" You didn’t have to stare back at him to know that it was his eyes that were gazing at you.

"No, no."

You took a second bite but almost choked when you felt his cold palm on your cheek.

You pulled away startled and uncomfortable by the sudden cold.

"What’s your deal, dude ?" You said, feeling your face heating up.

"Just checkin’ to see if you felt less warm than earlier."

"You said I didn’t feel warm at all earlier."

He looked away staring down at the plate of sushi he helped himself to previously

"Checking to see if it feel warmer then, i guess."

"God, you’ll be the death of me one day."

★

"You should take me out more often."

"Just so you can use me and drain my finances ? No way, i’m never doing this again."

You were leaning against the car, trying your best not to cough as the smoke from the cigarette Scaramouche lit made it’s way through your nostrils.

He seemed to noticed, telling you at least five time that if the smell was bothering you, he could open up the car and you could enjoy all the clean air you wanted but you so desperately wanted to stay close to him.

"Do you smoke a lot ?"

Scaramouche brought the cigarette to his lips, nestling it between them before inhale deeply. He brought it back to his side before releasing the breath he was holding, creating a cloud of fog in front of him.

He took so long to answer you thought he didn’t hear

"Not really. Tonight’s just a great night for a smoke." He finally said.

"How so ?"

He turned and glanced at you before looking up to the sky.

"The sun is setting, the sky is a mix of purple and orange, we’re in an empty parking lot talking about trivial stuff, it’s a friday night. It’s great for a smoke."

You giggled "When did you become so poetic ?"

He sat down, back against the driver’s side door and you did the same.

He put his cigarette out on the floor and rested his head on your shoulder.

"Are you tired ?" You asked, trying to stop your voice from cracking

"Yeah. Just a bit. Do you want to go anywhere else ?"

"No, not today."

Silence installed itself, a non awkward one this time. Only the sound of the wind let itself be heard and the few screams and giggles from the skatepark not too far.

"I love you, kuni."

He straightened up instantly

"What ?"

"I think I do ? Have feelings for you, I mean. I’m pretty certain."

"Wait… Huh ??"

You got up before he could even make sense of the situation

"Today was nice. I live not too far so i’ll walk. Thank you for driving me around." If you had the guts you would’ve kissed his forehead

You fled before he even had the chance to speak.

Extras !

• car seat headrest reference

• "erm i don’t like sushi 🤓☝️" WELL TOO BAD 👎👎

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[rollingsins]

three's a crowd, part two

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten (epilogue)

summary: you hadn’t expected this. to fall in love. with not one girl, but two. you hadn’t expected to ruin their friendship. love triangle au. 

pairing: emma myers x reader, jenna ortega x reader

warnings: language.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: team emma or team jenna?? let me know :)))))

The morning after that night at the pool when the hangover sets in, you freak out. 

The pool. The flickering lights. Jenna’s crush on Georgie. Emma’s lips on yours. 

You should feel elated. Emma had kissed you. Instead, you feel... flat. Uncertain. 

You stare down at your phone as you read Emma’s text. 

had an amazing time last night.. Excited to see you again today 🙂 🙂

You bite your lip. Fingers hover over the keyboard, trying to think of a response. When it doesn’t come, you set your phone down. Groan. Let your mind wonder why you’re not as excited as you should be. 

She’s gorgeous and she likes you. The kiss she’d given you had left you with butterflies. But there’s a tiny gnawing feeling at the pit of your stomach. You wished it had been Jenna. 

Stop it, you scold yourself. She isn’t interested. She likes Georgie. 

Georgie, god. Georgie with his stupid handsome face and his stupid attractive accent. They’d be a pretty couple. He’d like her back, of course he would. And then they’d get together and be stupidly in love. It’s only a matter of time. Crestfallen, you stare back at the text. Then you’re replying. 

Excited to see you too ☺️☺️ had a great time last night. 

-

Set that day is rough on everyone. 

You’re filming with Hunter and Joy. Joy, miraculously, isn’t one ounce hungover, ever the professional. Hunter spends his time off camera with his head in a bucket, trying not to puke. You’re not far off, laying your head in your hands trying to quell your raging headache. 

You barely notice as Emma sidles up to you, small smile on her lips. 

“Hey.” She says, a little shy, “How are you feeling?” 

“Better than him.” You jerk your head over to Hunter. He’s sitting in one of the cast chairs, looking a little green. Emma giggles. 

“You know what they say about hangovers.” Emma says, biting her lip, “Best way to get through them is to keep drinking.” 

You tilt your head up. 

“Oh?” You say, “Why, you got some vodka on you?” 

“No,” She says with a laugh, “But I was wondering if you wanted to go out dancing tonight. With me.” 

She thinks for a moment, “Well, not just me. Jenna’s coming too. And Joy, maybe Georgie too. Hunter if he can stand.” 

Your stomach coils and the thought of watching Georgie and Jenna dancing together. 

“I don’t know…” 

“Come on.” She presses, squeezes your hand. Your stomach flutters, “It’ll be fun. I’ll show you my moves.” 

She’s staring at you, a little pleading. You swallow, ignore the lump in your throat. 

“Fine.” You agree, “But just so you know I’m a terrible dancer.” 

“Me too.” She affirms, “But that’s what makes it fun.” 

-

The club is tiny. Packed to the brim with Romanian party-goers. Jenna sorts you all a small area in the corner, veers off with Georgie to buy the group drinks. You watch them at the bar, stare at the back of Georgie’s head as she touches his arm.

White hot jealousy coils through you. You take a long sip of your drink, try to shake it. 

Emma’s beside you, looking so pretty in a tiny black dress. You try to focus on her. 

“Should we dance?” She’s asking. 

“Sure.” You say, a little half-hearted. 

“We don’t have to.” She says, a little disappointment flickering behind her eyes. 

“No, let’s dance.” You stand, hold out your hand. 

You lead her to the dance floor, a pool of sweaty, writhing bodies. Dance for a bit, try to focus on the beat of the music and her warm hand in yours. Joy joins after a bit, and you find your gaze lingering back to the spot you’d left. Jenna’s sitting there all alone. You bite your lip. 

“I’ll be right back.” You tell Emma. She nods, wraps her arms around Joy. 

Then you fight your way back to where Jenna’s sitting. 

“Hey.” You say as you sink down into the seat next to her, “Want to come dance?” 

She shakes her head. 

“I’m good.” 

You shrug, take a sip of your Vodka Soda. 

You look back into the crowd, scanning for Emma. She’s disappeared into the mesh of people. Instead, you spot Georgie. 

He’s dancing with someone. Someone skinny and blonde and definitely not Jenna. She giggles as he wraps his arms around her waist. They dance a little more. 

Idiot. You can’t help but think. 

Then you realize Jenna’s looking too. 

“I’m sorry.” You say. You sidle close to her, until your thighs are pressed together. “I know you liked him.” 

Jenna stares at you, bemusement across her face. 

“I don’t like Georgie.” She says. 

Your eyebrows draw tight in confusion. 

“What? But you said-“ 

You trail off, trying to think of exactly when Jenna had confirmed her crush on Georgie. She didn’t, you realize all at once. 

“Oh. So who is it then? This person you like so much?” 

Jenna says nothing. Watching, like she always does. You rack your brain, trying to think of the boys on set. 

“It’s not- Hunter is it?” You say, sounding scandalized, “Because I think you’re barking up the wrong tree if you-“ 

“It’s not a boy.” She interjects. 

That stops you in your tracks. You stare at her for a moment. Oh. And then there’s only one person it could be. Your heart sinks.

“It’s Emma. You like Emma.” Jealousy twists hot and fast in the pit of your stomach. The thought makes you want to throw up. It explains everything. Why Jenna had been so weird over the last week, so distant. Why she hadn’t wanted to tell you. 

But then Jenna is shaking her head. 

“It’s not Emma.” 

Relief floods through you. Thank god. 

“Then who-“ Your eyes go wide. You look over to her, grip her forearm. 

“Oh.” You say, “It’s Joy!” 

Jenna shakes her head. 

“It’s not Joy.” She says, sounding a little exasperated. 

Now you’re really confused. You tilt your head, trying to think. 

“Christina Ricci?” Is your final, terrible guess. 

Jenna sighs. The music is pumping so loud your ears are starting to ring. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Georgie lean in to kiss the girl he’s dancing with. A pang of guilt flashes through you at your unconscious vitriol to him. 

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” She says. Her voice is so soft you barely hear her over the music. 

“Why not?” 

“She doesn’t feel the same.” 

You make a face. Roll your eyes. 

“Impossible.” You tell her. “Have you told her?“ 

She’s doing that thing again. Staring, Speaking without words, like she wants you to tell what she’s thinking from her expression. She shakes her head. 

“Then you need to tell her, dumbass.” You say. It’s your turn to look exasperated. You down the rest of your drink. 

“You could get any girl in this room, you know that. Without even trying.” 

“You think?” Voice dry. She’s humoring you. You can tell by her tone. 

“You could, even if you don’t believe it.” You brush a rogue strand of hair out of her eyes. “You’re beautiful. Like the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” 

She looks down at you. Her eyes lock on yours. 

“Tell me who it is.” You press. “One word in her ear and I’ll have her falling into your arms.”

“Why do you want to know so bad?” She asks. She’s avoiding the question. You whine. 

“Because I want you to be happy.” You say, “Because I care about you.” 

She doesn’t say anything. Sips at her drink. You sigh. Drop your head to her shoulder. 

“Fine.” You grumble. “Don’t tell me. You’re no fun.” 

You entwine your fingers with hers. You can feel her pulse hammering gently against your palm. Your integration has made her nervous. You smooth your thumb over the back of her hand. The weight of her hand feels nice in your own. Your hands lock together perfectly. 

“It’s you.” 

She says it over the swell of the music. You blink, not sure you heard her correctly. 

“What?” 

“It’s you.” 

You look over to her. She’s staring, brown eyes locked on yours. Gone is her guard, she’s open. Vulnerable. 

“Me?” 

“Yes.” 

You’re silent a second too long. You can feel her gaze shift. The wall comes back up, as quick as it had come down. Her guard back up, protecting herself. 

“I shouldn’t have said anything. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Besides, god, you like Emma.” 

She draws her hand back from yours. Immediately, you miss the warmth of her fingers entwined with your own. Your heart in your throat. She likes you. 

“I- I like you too.” You say before you can stop yourself. 

She pauses. Looks at you. 

“Too? So you like her as well?” 

“We’re just friends.” You say. It’s a lie, even you know that. Friends don’t have the kind of tension you have with Emma. You rephrase, “We’re just- hanging out.” 

She looks at you, a little dubious. 

You swallow. 

“You could have told me. All this time and you never said anything.” 

Jenna stares down at you. Her lip twitches. 

“You had a thing going with Emma-“ 

“God, Jenna. We kissed once. We’re not married-” 

She flinches at that. 

“You kissed her?” 

You stare back at her. “Yes, I kissed her. What do you think we’ve been doing this entire time, holding hands?” 

“This is so fucked up.” Jenna mumbles. She downs the rest of her drink, drops it down on the table. “I can’t believe I just told you I liked you. You’re my friends girlfriend-” 

“I’m not her girlfriend.” You interject. 

“Forget I said anything.” She says, voice pleading, “Please. Let’s just go back to being friends. Let’s blame it on the tequila-”

“No.” You say, “Don’t do that.”

You're grasping at her hand, trying to pull her back down. 

“YN.” She says. You can see the conflict in her eyes. “Emma really likes you.” 

“More than you like me?” You’re holding your breath now. Heart hammering louder than the beat of the music. 

“It doesn’t matter.” Jenna says, “She was there first-“ 

“I’m not some sort of prized cattle that’s been sold off to the highest bidder. Doesn’t it matter what I want?” 

Jenna blinks. “And what do you want?” 

It stops you in your tracks. Emma’s cute and sweet and so so pretty. But Jenna is Jenna. Your mouth opens, then closes. 

“I don’t know.”

Jenna’s face is even, measured. 

“Do you want to be with Emma?” 

“I don’t know.” 

A storm brews in her eyes. It was the wrong thing to say, you realize it immediately. 

She shakes off your hand. 

“Forget I said anything. Please.” 

And she’s off. You don’t bother trying to follow her. What on earth were you supposed to say? Your head runs a mile a minute, overcrowded, thoughts of Jenna and Emma both. Who did you like more? You couldn’t possibly say. 

You stare into your drink like it’s a crystal ball, trying to find the right answers. Emma finds you like this, nudges her shoulder against yours. 

“Hey, you. Thought you were coming right back?” She’s teasing, a small smile playing on her lips. You blink back at her, confused, and the smile slips from her face. 

“What’s wrong?” 

You contemplate not saying anything. Taking her right back out to the dance floor. Her blue eyes are wide, concerned and you just can’t lie to her. 

“Jenna-” You hesitate a moment. You don’t want to upset her, you don’t want to upset anyone. It’s an awful, horrible conundrum. But it’s gnawing at you: you need to be honest. 

“Jenna told me she likes me.” 

Emma just stares. Then she sighs. 

“I know.” She admits quietly.

“You know?” You say, a little confused. 

“That she liked you. It was kind of obvious.” 

You stare. 

She’s looking up at you, blue eyes vulnerable. “Do you- do you like her too?” 

Your heart is in your throat. 

Lie, your mind screams, lie you moron. 

But you can’t. As much as you don’t want to see the disappointment flood her pretty blue eyes. 

“Yes.” You admit. 

“Oh.” She looks hurt and you hate it. You want to crawl into her lap, smooth the creases from her brow and tell her she’s all you want. But it isn’t true. Your heart twists, painfully. 

“I like you too.” You say, “I’m- really confused.” 

She just stares for a moment. For a second you think she might throw her drink in your face. Then she’s standing. 

“Well, I guess you should figure that out then.” Her voice is a little shaky. You reach for her hand but she jerks away. 

“Emma-” 

“I’m going to go.” 

“No, Emma, wait-” 

But she’s gone. You curse, down the rest of your drink. This place suddenly feels overwhelming. The swell of the music, the blare of the lights. You close your eyes, drop your head in your hands. 

What the fuck are you going to do?

next part

#three's a crowd #love triange fic #jenna ortega x reader #emma myers x reader #wednesday #jenna ortega #emma myers #jenna ortega x you #emma myers x you

[bitchlessdino]

so happy that i saw that ur recs r open bc for some reason i thought they were closed which was sad. bc i literally love ur writing and ur so good and making me feel like i’m actually in the situation you’re describing like ur my idol i swear. anyways i digress, could you please write me a smut with cheol? honestly any set up you want and any kinks you want. bc tbh anything you write i love no matter what it is. bless yo soul 🙏🙏🫶❤️

Pairing: seungcheol x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2k

tags: brief teacher!cheol, neighbor au, fwb au, lingerie (as well mentions of the destruction of it), rough sex, choking, doggy style, daddy kink, marking, oral (recieving and giving), spitting

Summary: Welcome to the five tip guide on being neighborly! We hope this helps you get on friendly terms with the people you see everyday!

author note: I shouldn't be anyone’s idol lol but thank you 🥺. I've done so much to this that you might get whiplash tbh

1. Always greet your neighbor

You glance back at him as he ruffles through his mail, likely looking for something urgent or maybe a new event flyer to pique any interest. You can see his eyes turn up in the corner, returning your gaze, a grin tugging his cheeks harder as he greets you with a simple, “Afternoon.”

“Good afternoon to you,” you greet back, you scanned his figure up and down, taking in his laid-back work attire. From the beige dress shirt untucked from his slacks to the usually smooth pressed tie dangling loosely from his neck, that is only possible after a long day at work, but how could that be? It was only 3 pm. “Short work day?”

“It was a parent teacher conference day. Kids left early, and we teachers talk to parents for a few hours then leave on the dot. How about you? Why are you home early?”

“Working from home today. Remembered to get mail. Got lucky that I got to see you.”

His ears perk up at the word. “Lucky? You got something to do with me?” 

It’s funny how he could say that with a straight face. 

You shake your head grinning. “No. Just nice to see one of my favorite neighbors.”

He chuckles, “Pleased to know I’m a favorite. KKuma misses you by the way.”

“Kkuma? Just Kkuma?” You ask with a raised brow, a Cheshire smile dangles off your face, tucking the bundle under your arm.

Your anticipation was evident on your face. Seungcheol could play this cleverly or like he always does: with a stupid smile on his face.

“Well,” he cheekily grins, pretending to shuffle through his mail, “not just Kkuma.”

You press your legs together in restraint, holding yourself back from taking a step further, knowing well there was plenty of time in the rest of your day. “I’ll see you ‘round, Cheol.”

“I’m betting on it.”

2. Always call ahead before visiting: 

Seungcheol lingered on your mind for quite a while, picturing his bare broad shoulders facing you as he faced the sunrise from your fire escape, only wearing a pair of gray sweatpants. You hum at the internal image in delight, leaning on the kitchen counter in longing, wishing and dreaming it was replaced by something much warmer. 

You immediately think to text him, ask him what his plans are with all that free time, and are waiting for the other line to respond, luckily sooner than you expected. The nickname you have for him pops up as well a timid smile on your face reading out his message:

Kkumas Daddy: no but I bet you have a few ideas

Your teeth meet your bottom lip with interest, thinking about what to type out. Your thumbs scale the bright screen across the keyboard before you could stop yourself. Blood rushing to heat your cheeks and hitting send almost too soon, not even worrying about the possible typos you made.

You: maybe I do. I could tell you unless you want me to show you

You shut your eyes, clutching the electronic device, quietly praying that you read the room right. It’s a few seconds later, your phone plays a text tone and you open to read what he responds back with.

Kkumas Daddy: well I wouldnt be against it

You scrambled in your closet to pick out a pretty set, letting the straps tug against your body in a flattering way before snapping a few photos, picking out the best one, and sending it to him. You hands were practically shaking. It had been so long since you go to do this. You felt sexy, wanted, invigorated; all by the same man.

Seungcheol finds the notification immediately, throat running dry at how pretty you look in red lace, hand automatically falling to the erection in his sweats. He palms himself, thinking of fucking the daylights out of you, seeing the tears fall from your eyes when you scream how good he feels in you. He could get himself off just thinking about it. He struggles to respond with one hand, lightly relieving himself simultaneously. 

Kkumas Daddy: You knew just what i want to see

Kkumas Daddy: You put that on just for me?

Kkumas Daddy: I hope you don’t mind me ripping it open to get to what’s underneath

Your arousal was practically pooling between your legs, having you clench around nothing, you think about him ruining you perfectly against your fresh sheets or face down on the kitchen counter. No matter how many pieces of lingerie you would go through, he’d rip it like disposables and you’d be split in half, practically shaking with the cum spilling out of you.

You:  You better come over then before I decide on taking it off

Kkumas Daddy: Not without me you won’t

3. If you ask for a favor, like borrowing a cup of sugar, always thank them: 

“T-thank you, daddy,” You barely utter as Seungcheol ruts you over the arm of your couch.

He did good on his word when he came over. In little to no time, he’s made himself home, closing the door behind him, attaching his lips to yours, and pulling off your cardigan to reveal the lingerie set he only saw in your messages. He’s groaning over your lips, curling a fist to the small of your back. “You’re body is fucking absurd in this. Shit.”

His hand traces your frame, brushing his fingers over your erect nipples through the lace covering them, and hoists you up to wrap your legs around his torso. Things only went up from there as his reliably strong build handles you like a rag doll and he takes you to the living room to fuck you open.

He holds you by your hair, ass in the air with help of the couch and he can barely hear your thanks through the violent sound of skin slapping and your vicious moisture. “You gotta be louder than that for me to hear you, pretty thing.”

You could hear the arrogant smile in his tone, as well as the breathlessness he exhibits. He manages to slow down his pace, teasing you to get your voice a chance, but the slippery suction of his cock going in and out of you still haunts your ears. “Thank you so much, daddy…you make me feel so full.”

He picks up his speed, squeezing the flesh of your cheeks in gratitude. “You like taking my cock? You’re so fucking good at it. Your little hole is practically perfect for taking it deep.”

“Yes!” You answer enthusiastically, nails digging into the scratchy tweed cushions. “It’s so…b-big and…f-fucks me…so good.”

He places a hand over your neck, pulling you up to have your bare back meet his bare chest, bottoming out inside you, and holding back your oxygen. Your eyes flutter at this sensation, hands gripping the couch arm desperately to ground yourself, vision blurring from lack of and you incessant tears. His tongue runs up the back of your neck, a slobber trail left on your skin before he’s sucking down the skin of your jaw, triggering something in you that made your body restless. You could feel your arousal drip so far past your knees.

“Fuck, daddy!” you cry out rather loudly, his warm chuckles tickling your skin soon after. 

The pads of his fingers press deeper into the base of your neck. His teeth bit down on the patch of skin he caught and marking you a pretty darker shade. “Look, I just made you a little prettier.

4. Lend a hand when you can: 

Seungcheol’s full length slides in your mouth and down your throat so effortlessly. He shut his eyes at the tight sensation and your drool dripping down his shaft until it reaches his lap. You bob your head, looking at him wide-eyed and needy; all signs pointing to your cock thirst. He groans watching your efforts, feeling himself hit the back of your throat euphorically.

“What a perfect little mouth. Does daddy taste good, baby?”

You moan a ‘yes,’ vibrating around his cock and his precum coating your tongue. Your lips hug around his girth, glossy and perfect, looking the prettiest sucking his dick. He thought about this all the time when he was alone, ecstatic to have it back.

“God,” He takes your hair in fists, “Your mouth is a dream…”

He pushes your head down in aid, moving you to his preferred pace, his hips thrusting in your mouth. The sound you make was nothing short of melodic. From the gag of your mouth to the slick moisture that echoed throughout the room, he felt like he could leave this world happy with your mouth full of his cum.

“S-shit.” He overexerts himself, pumping a hot load directly down your mouth and it leaks past your lips, dribbling down your chin like melted ice scream.

You pull him out of you with a gasp, coughing for air, half of the cum in your mouth swallowed down or trailing down your chest. 

“Did I hurt you?” a brief look of concern washes over his face.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, smiling manically. “Yes, but I liked it.”

5.Make sure to leave a lasting good impression: 

Seungcheol spits in his hands before running a finger down your slit, edging you with a tired grin on his face, your whines becoming his theme music. “Daddy please…”

“You’re so wet. My fingers got dirty so fast from you.” He pushes two digits in, making themselves him and adjusting the rhythm in which they move to see how loud you can really get. “Gotta push all this cum back in you. Can’t waste any of it, you know.”

Knuckles deep, he curls his fingers, thumb pressing into your clit in his intervals of rubbing. You squirm under his touch, crying out his name like a mantra, pushing the back of your head deep into the couch cushions. His face buries between your legs, spitting inside your hole, and letting his tongue join his fingers. It circles inside you, fucking you just as good as his fat length would. He lapped you up like liquid gold, blessing his mouth and throat with the pleasure of your climax. 

You savor the experience, watching tufts of his hair flying all over the place, and his cheeks damp with the result of you cumming two or more times today. There wasn’t a better image you could think of replaying in your head after this is all over. “Daddy, your mouth…cumming…”

You warn him too late as it’s already gushing out of you, he smiles in your warm, no doubt staining your couch in all kinds of fluid. He picks himself up and kisses your lips, the reminisce of today sweet and salty on both your tongues. When Seungcheol parts from you, you could focus on hearing each other pants, the pounding in either one’s chest, and the warmth of his flushed and tired body as he envelopes you in an embrace, pulling you into his lap as he rests against the couch. 

“That…” he gasps, “was fucking crazy. Why don’t we fuck like that anymore?”

You laugh through your nose, resting your head on the crook of his neck. “You were dating someone that wasn’t me.”

He sighs, eyes boring into the dim light of the common area, before slowly closing them shut, “Right.”

You twiddle with your fingers, their tingling sensation nagging at you to work up the nerve to finally say it. Your eyes sporadically blink both in fatigue and anxiety. You decide to embrace his broad back, exhaling through your nose in a calm breath. 

“I was thinking. Maybe instead of, I don’t know, casual sex, we could…Cheol?”

He was long gone. His snores leave his nostrils as soon as air enters, tranced in a deep slumber. You sigh, bitterly gazing back at him and thinking about what’s never to come. But hey, at least you’re good neighbors. He’d never let you forget that. 

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[enhastolemyheart]

BROKEN — P. SH

pairing sunghoon x reader

genre angst, unrequited love (?)

synopsis who knew that you would be too late when it came to confessing to your childhood crush?

warnings crying, overthinking, proofread but lmk if any mistakes

word count 1.2k

networks @k-films @/hyfenet

note HI! I'm back with a fic!! I wanted to write something out real quick and was feeling like angsty saur this is the result!! Hope you guys like it :)

Why can’t I just say how I feel? Why can't I just let Sunghoon know?

It shouldn’t be hard. It should be natural. The most natural thing on earth. Everyone does it, right? Everyone’s always done it. It’s nothing. Just one small step. A few words. A few taps of a keyboard, even.

I reach for my phone. I’m gonna do it. I could call you, or… no. I’ll text. It’s less stressful that way, for me and for you. It lets us make sure we say precisely what we mean. Less chance for misunderstandings.

I open up my messages and scroll to your name. It’s not hard to find. I could pick your face out of a crowd anywhere. Opening the conversation, I start to type.

Hey Sunghoon, I was just wondering, would you maybe-

No.

That’s not good. It’s too weak. Too apprehensive. You’d smell the fear through the screen. I need to project confidence. I try again.

Hey, do you want to go to dinner with me sometime?

I ponder this for a while, eventually shaking my head. It’s too abrupt and unclear. You might not realise that I mean as a date. You might think I’m talking about a casual platonic meetup. That’s not a mistake I want to make. I want you to know what I’m asking. I want to know what your answer means. Sighing, I glance around my room, searching for inspiration. It’s a waste of time. Hundreds of books and movies, yet not a single one can give me the answers I need. In desperation, I turn to the world’s most treacherous source of advice. The internet.

Sure, there’s a lot of garbage on there, but if you slog past the cheesy pick-up lines and pseudo-psychology, there really are a few hidden gems. Not that I can find them. Almost everything I read is about dating in person. Standing up straight. Projecting confidence through physicality. Maybe even a bit of light contact, a hand on the arm, that sort of thing. Solid advice, but utterly useless to me since, you know, you’re halfway across the country right now. Still, slowly but surely, I cobble something together that sounds more or less decent.

Hey, I know you were back in town recently. How about Friday we go for dinner at that pizza place you like, then afterwards take a walk through the park? They’ve revamped the gardens, and I think you’d love them.

Dinner and a romantic, moonlit walk. That sounds like a date, I suppose. I’ve managed to make my intentions clear. Plus, I sound confident. No umming and ahhing, no self-defeatism. The best thing of all is it gives you an easy out. If you’re not interested, you can say you’re busy that night. If you genuinely are busy, you can suggest another time. It’s not like the park is going anywhere.

The message is perfect. I’ve done it.

I’m ready.

Now, there’s only one thing left to do.

It’s just a shame it’s the hardest thing of all. My finger hovers over the send button, unable to take that final step. I keep telling myself to just press it and get this whole thing over with. But that annoying little voice in my head keeps arguing. What if they say no? What if they decide they hate me? What if they don’t want to talk to me anymore? It’s times like this that I wish I drink. A little bit of liquid courage is exactly what I need right now. That’d shut the damn voice up. But I don’t take a drink. Instead, I do the stupidest thing possible. I give myself time to think. Yeah. I’m an idiot.

Before long, that little voice is running rampant. What am I doing? This is stupid. So, so stupid. Sure, I want more from our relationship. But what if you don’t? What if, by doing this, I ruin our friendship? I don’t want to lose you. I tell myself again and again that I’m overthinking. That you aren’t like that. That it would take more than a bit of awkwardness to drive a wedge between us. But I’m not convinced.

Sure, maybe we’d be fine for now. But what if you find someone else? Will they be okay with us being friends, knowing how I feel about you? I’m not so sure. Besides, I know that you’re not exactly looking for a relationship right now. Truth be told, it’s probably not the best time for me either. But that shouldn’t matter, not really. If two people are right for each other, they can overcome anything, can’t they? The timing might not be ideal, but we can get past it.

Then again- I almost scream in frustration. I can’t do this anymore. Picking up my phone, I delete the message, deciding to wait until you’re back and tell you how I feel face to face. It’ll be better that way. I can put all that advice to use and win you over with my charming smile.

I’m lying to myself, of course.

I know the odds are good that I’ll still find a way to bottle it. I’ll still talk myself down. But maybe, just maybe, I won’t. Maybe I’ll find a way to beat that annoying little voice. Do you know what the worst thing is? You probably think I won’t say anything because you don’t mean enough to me. That my fear of rejection is stronger than my feelings for you. You couldn’t be more wrong. In a weird, paradoxical way, the strength of my feelings for you are what stops me from saying anything. You’re amazing. The most perfect human being I’ve ever met. Every time I see your smile, my heart soars like an eagle. And when I hear your laugh, dimple on display, my body glows with happiness. Even when I’m just listening to you vent about your troubles, I feel like I’m hearing a classic tale equal to anything Shakespeare, Austen, Hemingway ever created.

Because you’ve nailed the most important part of storytelling. You’ve made me care about the protagonist. You’ve made me care about you. And I couldn’t bear it if I did something stupid enough to drive you from my life.

The next couple of weeks pass in a blur. I throw myself into school work, glad of the distraction. In the brief moments I let myself think of you, I begin to convince myself that I really will tell you how I feel. That by not saying anything, I could be robbing us of so much time together. By the week before you’re due back, I’m certain. The next time I see you, I’m asking you out.

My muscles finally relaxing, I slump back into a chair. I’ve spent a long day at my desk and am ready to unwind. Turning on the TV, I grab my phone and begin mindlessly scrolling through social media to catch up with what my friends have been doing. I see some pictures of you celebrating a friends' birthday. I smile. You’re happy, and that makes me happy.

But then I swipe to the last picture and see you wrapped up in somebody else’s arms, your rosy lips pressed against theirs.

Fuck.

My head spins. My chest tightens. I feel like I’m about to pass out.

Putting down my phone, I put my head in my hands and start to cry. Why didn’t I tell you how I feel? Why didn’t I atleast try to see if you felt the same way? Why do I have to be so damn broken?

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[anonymous-rendezvous]

You Comfort Him - ❤️ Vox

Vox Akuma x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿. ⏌

✧ — Comfort & Care Masterlist | He comforts you ❤️

✦ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, & comfort

✧ — Word count: 985 | Ao3

Snippets of time showing how you and your partner care for each other.

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It has been a while since you’d last heard from your boyfriend, Vox. That is really saying something, considering you literally live together. The only times you've seen him these last few days have been when he’s left his office to eat or shower, and even that was becoming rare. This could only mean one thing: he was trying to ward off the burnout that had taken over him the past few days. You tried to warn him; you saw the telltale signs pretty early, but your boyfriend – being the ever-enthusiastic people pleaser he is – wanted to keep working.

With a huff, you get up from your spot on the couch. “Time to initiate, plan: be an annoying and sweet significant other till he stops working!” You let that sink in before shrugging your shoulders, “We’ll workshop that title…” With a nod to yourself, you steal your nerves and march towards his office. The only sound you can hear from inside is a mixture of angry mouse and keyboard clicks. Raising a hand, you knock on the wood. The clicking doesn’t stop. You knock again, calling out this time. “Vox.” A few moments pass and you still don’t receive a response. Taking a deep breath, you knock again, a bit more force behind your movement - calling his name louder. “Vox.”

The clicking finally stops, Vox calling from within the room, “What?” Opening the door, you're greeted by the sight of your boyfriend hunched over his desk. The demon looks more disheveled and exhausted since you’d last glimpsed him; hair was messy and eyes strained. When you continue to stand there in silence, he cocks a brown at you. “Do you need something? I’m in the middle of working right now, love.”

Pursing your lips, you move further into his room. “Babe, you need to take a break.” You don’t miss the way his fingers twitch over his keyboard. “Why don’t you come and eat? I can make one of your favorites. And then we could throw something on the T.V., or maybe we could play a game?” He’d already returned his attention to the computer in front of him, picking up wherever he’d left off, seemingly ignoring your proposal. “Vox.”

There’s a bit of an edge to his tone when he responds again, “Darling, I’ll take a break when I actually get some of this done. Now, can you please stop interrupting me?”

“I’m not leaving until you agree to leave this room.” He’s ignoring you entirely at this point. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you contemplate your next move. It will no doubt make him mad, but really, it was time for drastic measures. Moving to his side, you reach over and turn his monitor off.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” He reaches up to turn it back on, except you quickly switch it off again. This back and forth continues for a few moments before he attempts to swat your hand away, growing increasingly frustrated. “Stop it! Fuck! I have important work that needs to get done.”

“I’m serious. You need to step away from all of this and take an actual break.”

“Well, if I got all this work done, then I could, but you had to interrupt me. I can’t coddle you right now, so just go away!” Biting back a bitter response, you feel like you have no other choice, forcing his desk chair back and standing firmly in front of his computer. Golden eyes glare up at you, his fists clenched atop the desk on either side of your body. You can tell at least a small part of him wants to push you aside, yet he refrains from it; more than likely not wanting to risk hurting you by accident. “Fine.” He eventually spits out before standing up and walking out of the room.

Following behind, you watch as he collapses onto the couch with a frustrated huff. It’s a small step, but at least you’ve gotten him out of the room. Shuffling into the kitchen, you quietly prepare him a cup of tea and a light snack. Once done, you set them on the coffee table in front of him before sitting on the other end of the couch, flipping the T.V. onto a show the two of you have already seen.

It takes a while, but eventually, he starts to relax into the couch cushions; frustration slowly fading from his knitted eyebrows. It remains silent for a while before you hear him let out a deep sigh. Eyes drifting to the demon next to you, you see his eyes already looking at you apologetically. “...I’m sorry.” He opens his mouth to say more, but pauses, swallowing hard as he thinks over his next words. “I shouldn't have lashed out at you the way I did.”

“It’s alright, I know you were frustrated.” You give him a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry for breaching your space. Honestly, I didn’t know what else to do.” Your eyes drift from him to the coffee table before you continue, “I was worried, love. You haven’t given yourself a proper break in weeks. I don’t remember the last time we shared a meal, or went to bed together…”

He lets out a deep sigh, shifting across the couch to be closer to you. “I’m sorry, sweet thing. I–” He cuts himself off before shifting to rest his head against your shoulder. “I’m trying to get better at it… clearly, I need to try a little harder.”

“It’s a work in progress and that’s okay. I just hate watching you work yourself into the ground.” One of your hands raises to gently pat his head. “I care about you, Vox.”

“I care about you too, darling.” He presses a kiss against your shoulder, and you return it by pressing one against his hair. “Thank you.”

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[his-angell]

Strike 3. (s.cb)

plot; You never had a good relationship with your parents. So when they invited you to a family dinner, you were unsure of whether to go or not. Changbin said you should at least try. So you did. You went. But you end up wishing you hadn't.

pairing; Seo Changbin x fem!reader

genre; angst, comfort

word count; 2.7k

warnings; mentally abusive parents, weight insecurity, knifes cause cooking is mentioned, one small blood mention, alcohol mention, trauma reminders, cursing, established relationship, description of panic attack, crying, pet names

request; no

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As you stared at your phone, your thumbs hovered over the keyboard. Your mother had texted the night prior, her text reading, “We’re having a family dinner at home tomorrow. We would like you to come.”. Which would have been great and all, if you had a good relationship with them. 

Ever since you were young, your parents were hard on you. Always belittling you for such small things. Praising your older brother, since he seemed to be getting further than you were. You were always jealous of the way he was treated. He always got the praise and love you never got. 

When you brought it up to Changbin, he said you should go. He knew of the way they used to treat you. But he assumed maybe this dinner was gonna be different. That this was their redemption. So with some convincing, you finally agreed. So here you sat, texting your mother a simple, “I’ll be there.”

You didn’t wear anything special. Looking at yourself in the long way mirror you and Changbin had in your room. You wore one of his white hoodies, black cargo pants and your converse. You weren’t gonna try and impress them. You didn’t wanna seem like a try hard. 

You sighed as you grabbed your phone and lanyard which held your keys. You walked over to Changbin who was cleaning up the kitchen. “I’m heading out.” You said as you leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Alright, tell me when you're on your way home, yeah?” He turned to you. You nodded and gave a soft kiss to his lips. 

As you walked out, you heard him call out. “I love you!” You giggled a bit. “Love you most!” With that, you headed out. As you walked to your car, you were really contemplating if you wanted to go or not. But you guessed you had already made your choice when you texted your mother back. You sighed as you got in, starting the car. 

You drove in silence, needing time to mentally prepare for what was to come. You parked on the side of the road in front of the house. You turned off the car, stuffing your phone and keys in your pocket, the my melody lanyard hanging out. You walked up to the door, slowly holding your fist up to knock. 

It was only a few seconds before your brother opened the door. He stared for a second. “You look fancy.” He said sarcastically. “Yeah, thanks.” You rolled your eyes as you walked into the house. You gave a small smile to your mother who came to greet you. 

You bowed your head and hugged her. “Hi momma.” You said quietly. “Hi, Jagi.” She said back, leaning back to cup your cheeks. She pinched at them. “You’ve gotten some extra chub to your cheeks.” She said, huffing disappointedly. You frowned. “Oh- I..” You just cleared your throat, knowing better than to talk back. 

Your father was next to walk to greet you. Except there was a noticeable grimance on his face. “You look lazy.” He motioned to your outfit. “Yeah. It's to hide all that weight she gained.” Your brother leaned against the wall. 

Strike one. Did you really look that bad? “Sorry.” You bowed your head down, holding it as a deep apology. “Anyways! Come help me with dinner, dear!” Your mother patted your head. Your father and brother headed out to the living room. 

As your mum explained to you what you were gonna be doing, you nodded. You were gonna be cutting the vegetables for the salad. She handed you a knife and you began to cut the vegetables.

You seemed to be zoned out, because as you were cutting, you cut your finger pretty good. “Aishh! Shibal-!” You cried out, dropping the knife onto the cutting board. You whimpered as you held your bleeding hand over the sink. 

Your father whipped around, glaring at you from the other side of the bar counter. “Don’t you curse in my house!” He yelled, gripping the glass of whiskey in his hand. You opened your mouth to speak when you were slapped upside the head making you wince.

“You know better! That is unlady like! It's disgusting!” Your mother spat at you. You looked at your brother as he chuckled, leaning back in his chair, sipping at his glass of whiskey. “You need to grow up, dude. It's a small cut.” He scoffed. You clenched your jaw. 

Strike two. You stormed out of the kitchen, rushing to the bathroom. You cupped your hand below your finger, attempting not to drip any blood anywhere. Once you got to the bathroom, you closed the door with your foot. You held your hand in the sink and let cold water run over it. 

You felt your eyes get fuzzy as you let the water run. Nothing changed.. It was the same thing when you were younger. Walking in crying, having scraped your knee on the pavement. You were told to grow up. You weren’t dying. You weren’t broken. Get over it. 

Never did you get a kiss better. A mother to hush your cries as she bandages your knee with a bandage and neosporin. You took a deep breath. You shook your head, blinking back your tears. You grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink and began taking care of your finger. 

You picked up your mess, putting the kit away and looking at yourself in the mirror. You wiped your eyes and huffed. You walked out of the bathroom to see the table set and ready, your parents and brother sitting down. 

“Took you long enough.” Your father scolded. “Sorry, dad.” You apologized as you sat down. It was normal to let the men at the table grab their food first. Then your mother, then you. You started to put food on your plate. “Should you be eating that much?” Your brother spoke, mouthfill of food. 

You sighed, placing the main course back in its bowl, just sitting with salad on your plate. You weren’t really hungry now.. So you picked at the food on your plate. There was only so much patience left before you hit strike three.. You were like a ticking bomb. 

You stared at your plate, waiting for someone to start a conversation. As if on cue, your mother spoke. “Are you still working as a kindergarten teacher, (y/n)?” She asked. You pursed your lips before nodding. “Yeah. I like it there. The kids are the sweetest.” You forced a small smile. 

“Aishh.. So disappointing.” Your father tutted. You looked at him. “You know, your brother is climbing the family company chain. He's about to be vice president next month.” He praised the male. tick tick tick…

You nodded a little. “Good job.” You nodded to your brother. “Thanks,” He shook his head a bit. You grabbed your glass of water, taking a sip from it. “Are you still dating that Changbin guy?” Your mother asked, covering her mouth as she chewed her food. 

This might be better. They were asking about your lovely boyfriend! You smiled a bit and nodded. “Yeah! We’re about to hit our four year anniversary.” You said proudly. You faltered though when your brother cackled. 

“Wait, you mean that idiot in the band? The one who got mad at the last dinner we had?” He pointed. You glanced down. “He wasn’t mad. He just wasn’t comfortable with how you were treating me,” You said matter of factly. “Don’t you dare talk back to your brother like that!” Your father raised his voice. tick tick tick…

You balled your fists, your leg beginning to bounce under the table. “You’re so dramatic, jagi. We treat you just fine.” Your mother said. You scoffed. “Yeah, do you?” You said, your fuse getting smaller by the second. “Yes, we do.” She shot a glare at you. tick tick tick…

You stared her dead in the eye. “You guys belittle me like i'm a bug!” You laughed in disbelief. “Not true, (y/n). Like your mother said, you're just being dramatic.” Your father piped in. “It's your stupid boyfriend. He's putting lies into your head to make us look bad.” Your brother spat. tick tick tick…

You stared at all them in utter disbelief. “You're joking! You did nothing but belittle me all night. The second I got here, you degraded me!” You raised your voice. “And you praise him like he's so much better than me!” You pointed at your brother. tick tick tick..

“Because he is better than you!!” Your father yelled. BOOM. 

You shot up from your chair. Your stormed out of the house, slamming the door. The tears in your eyes stung. Your chest was tight. You got in your car and started it, immediately driving home. 

As you walked in the door, Changbin could already read your body language. The way you angrily untied your shoes, throwing them on the floor once they were off your feet. The way you tossed your keys on the counter instead of hanging them up. He looked at you as you just walked to your room with not even a hello. 

You shut the door of your shared bedroom. You didn’t even make it to the bed before your legs gave out, sending you straight to the floor. All of what you held back in the car was coming out now. Your chest was tight and you couldn’t catch your breath.

Your lips became tingly and dry as you clutched your chest. A choked cry escaped your lips as you closed your eyes tightly. Your head was so heavy. You felt as if you were gonna vomit. You gripped onto the hoodie, coughing as you choked on sobs. 

You were unable to hear anything, due to the ringing in your ears that gave you a pounding headache. Changbin was in front of you, trying to get you out of it. “Baby! Hey! Breathe! Please breathe for me!” He tried. 

His voice echoed in your head. You slowly opened your eyes. “I’m right here, Jagiya.” He said, holding your hands tightly. “Bin!” You sobbed. “Gh- hurts!” You still couldn’t seem to catch your breath. Still choking and coughing as the sobs escaped your throat. 

Changbin nodded, rubbing gently over your knuckles with his thumbs. “I know, I know..” He mumbled. “Can you breathe with me? Like we practiced.” He said. You nodded quickly. “In.. One, two.. Out. One, two, three..” He said. You did as he said, following his breathing. 

“Good.. You’re doing so good, baby.” He said. After a few more, you were semi calm. You hiccupped. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked. “Can.. Can I shower first?” You asked. He nodded. “I’ll sit in there, if you’d like.” He offered. You nodded. 

He helped you up and you walked to the bathroom. You pulled off your jeans and socks. Changbin sat down on the toilet after setting the lid down. You slowly took off the hoodie, nothing but a bra under it. So there you stood, in your bra and underwear staring in the mirror. 

Changbin squinted at you for a moment, watching how you stared at your stomach. He stood up and walked behind you, hugging your waist. “Binnie.. Do-Do you think im-” He was quick to cut you off. “No. No. No.” He said. He kissed your shoulders, kneeling down and turning you around. 

He littered your stomach with kisses. “You’re so gorgeous, Jagiya.” He hushed against your skin. “Your stomach is so beautiful. All of you is beautiful.” He nibbled at your tummy a bit. You giggled softly, running your hands through his curly hair. “That tickles-” You hummed. 

He looked up at you. “Mmm.. I wanna hear you say it,” He said. You frowned. “Say what?” You mumbled. “That youre beautiful.” He stood up and went back behind you, hugging your waist again. You blinked. You stared at yourself in the mirror, shaking your head. 

“I can’t..” Your voice cracked. “Yes, you can, baby.” Changbin kissed your shoulder gently. “I-I..” You looked at Changbin in the mirror. He was giving gentle eyes to you. “I’m..” You started. He nodded gently. “I’m beautiful.” You finally said. Changbin gave a gentle smile. “So beautiful,” He said. 

“Now get in the shower, yeah? I’ll go put your towel and pjs in the dryer so they're warm for you.” He said. He kissed your cheek and left the bathroom. You couldn’t describe how grateful you were for him.. You stripped out of your garments and got into the shower. 

You spent a little while in the shower. Scrubbing a little harder than normal to get the disgusting words from your parents off your body. Changbin sat outside the shower, humming to a song he had stuck in his head as he scrolled through his phone. 

Once you were done you turned off the water. “Bin, can you go get my clothes?” You asked softly, poking your head out from behind the curtain. He nodded and smiled at you before heading to get them out of the dryer. 

You stood in the shower as you waited, thanking him when he returned. He left the bathroom so you could dry off and change. After you did so, you brushed your hair and teeth. You looked at the door, closing it a bit. 

Even having heard Changbins words from before, you couldn’t forget the ones from your family. You leaned closer to the mirror and pinched your cheeks. You turned, tracing your jawline. You sniffled and gripped the sink. You groaned, leaving the bathroom quickly. 

Changbin had made the bed nice and comfy for you to come back to. You smiled softly and sat down next to him, leaning into his chest. “You smell so nice,” He giggled as he ran his hands through your damp hair. You laughed softly, rolling your eyes playfully. 

You took a deep breath. You promised you’d tell him after you shower.. So that's what you did. You began to tell him all of what happened. From how they bashed you the moment you walked in, to the moment you left. 

When you had mentioned your finger, he gasped loudly. “Oh, Jagiya!” He frowned, taking your hand gently. He had seen the bandage before but he was too focused on calming you down. He brought your finger to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to it. 

He had listened to all of what you had to say. Humming here and there to let you know he was listening. He would wipe your stray tears with his thumbs when they fell down your cheeks. Deep down he was pissed. Rightfully so. He hated how your parents treated you. 

He had witnessed it first hand when they invited the both of you to dinner at a fancy restaurant. It was disgusting how they shit talked her like it was nothing. Then to turn around and praise their other child just as easily. He hated it. 

He rubbed your back comfortingly. “I’m so sorry sweet Jagi.” He sighed softly. You shrugged. “It’s whatever.” You sighed. “I knew better when I decided to go.” You mumbled. “Still. You don’t deserve that,” He said. “Get some rest, yeah? I’ll treat you to a better dinner tomorrow?” He smiled. 

You smiled softly, looking up at him. “Thank you. Bin. I appreciate you more than you know.”

You whispered. “Aishh.. No need to thank me.” He gave that nervous smile. You giggled and kissed him softly, which he happily returned. 

You pulled away after a moment and hummed. You both crawled under the blanket and tangled your legs together. He reached behind him and turned off the lamp before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. 

“I love you, Jagiya.” He whispered. “I love you more, Bin.” You hummed and closed your eyes, drifting off into a comfortable sleep. He would stay awake though.. Just for a few minutes. Taking you in. Admiring you from the dim streetlamp that shined through the window. He didn’t understand how anyone could be so rude and unkind to someone like you. So pretty and sweet.. He sighed softly and closed his eyes, kissing your head and falling asleep soon after.

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im so proud of this tbh :0 i literally thought of this as i was falling asleep and i wa so excited to write it, i love angst. i hope you guys enjoyedd! stay safe, loves! muwahhh!!

all writing rights are reserved to @his-angell do not repost or translate my work without my permission.

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[circus4apsycho8]

hey hey! i was wondering if i could maybe get a kai x reader oneshot where the reader is sick.

nothing serious or anything like that, just a cold that makes them slightly delirious and cling onto kai more than they usually do (aka they don't normally do it at all lol)

no pressure if you can't/don't want to do this, btw, i just thought it'd be cute tbh /gen /npa dw

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘! 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 :) 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

clingy. | kai x reader

You tried to drag yourself out of bed. You really did, considering how much you hate skipping training. 

But today is different – the lopsided pressure in your head is making you dizzy when you try to stand. You’re able to lay back down before you lose your balance. 

Stars, your head is throbbing. Combined with your stuffy nose, sore throat...yeah. Absolutely icky. 

It takes a matter of seconds for you to give up any hope of getting up. Suddenly met with a cold chill, you pull your blanket closer to your chin. 

For a few minutes, you simply lay there, not wanting to move. You’re too achy to even think about standing. 

To no avail, you try to go back to sleep. But you just can’t. For a few minutes, you find yourself tossing and turning until a knock sounds at your door. 

“Huh?” you grunt, throat too sore for you to speak anything coherently. 

“Babe?”

Relief courses through you as Kai steps through, his warm eyes already darting across your bedridden figure. It doesn’t take him long to put the pieces together. 

He sits beside you, one of his hands coming to your cheek. “Oh no...you caught whatever funk Jay brought back, didn’t you?” 

You nod, pointing to your throat. 

“Your throat hurts? Damn. I’ll see if Sensei can make some of his sick tea. Here,” he trails off so he can unhook your phone from its charger, handing it over to you. “Text me until your throat feels better. Just tell me if you want anything to eat or anything, okay? I’ll be right back.” 

Thank the stars for this boy. You don’t know what you’d do without him. 

You immediately open your messaging app, thumbs zipping across the keyboard: 

You: can i pls have some medicine too 

You: i feel like i got hit by a truck 

Kai: u got it gorgeous 

Kai: sensei making tea rn, im bringing u medicine for now 

You: thank you sm 

Glad that he’s returning, you shut your phone off and set it on your chest as you close your eyes. 

Soon enough, Kai returns, bottle of water and medicine in hand along with his laptop cradled in his other arm. He sets it at the foot of the bed so that he can crack the bottle open. 

“Okay, can you sit up for me?” he questions, once again having a seat at the edge of your bed. 

You nod, shifting until you’re upright. Kai patiently waits for you to get comfortable, gently dumping two pills into your hands before giving you the bottle of water. “I know your throat hurts, but this will help lighten the nastiness up a little bit.” 

You down the pills with a gulp of water, cringing at the feeling of the pills sliding down your sore throat. 

“I know it hurts, babe, but it’ll help. Make sure you keep drinking water, too. You need to stay hydrated.” 

You nod, sighing through your stuffy nose. Kai climbs into bed next to you, reaching for the laptop. You open your phone again. 

You: don’t get close! I don’t want you to get sick too

Rather than sending it to him, you just turn the screen towards him so that he can read it. 

“Nah, I’m staying,” he replies. “I know it sucks to be alone when you’re sick. Besides, we haven’t had a whole lot of time together lately anyway. Let’s watch something, yeah?” 

You nod, understanding by the tone of his voice that his mind won’t be changed. 

“Great. So, what do you want to watch?” 

You type your answer out, followed by: 

But you get to pick the next one!! 

“Fine,” he replies with a chuckle. “Let me go check your tea first, though!” 

A hint of a smile appears on your lips as you watch him leave. How did you end up so lucky? 

While you wait for your boyfriend to return, you take another sip of water. The pain in your throat screeches in retaliation, though. Yeah, you should probably wait for the tea. Sensei Wu’s special tea always managed to help a little bit. 

Kai returns a few minutes later, your cup of tea in hand. He settles in next to you, handing you the mug. 

You sigh gratefully, taking a sip. The hot water does wonders to soothe your throat. 

“That’s better,” you mumble, leaning your head on Kai’s shoulder. “Thank you.” 

“Anything for you,” he replies, shooting you his adorably dumb smile. You can’t help but smile too, watching as he sets up the show and leans back. 

For a while, you simply lean against him, content that he’s staying with you for the time being. The warmth radiating from him wards the chilliness away, allowing you to flutter in and out of sleep as you rest. 

After your show ends, you feel Kai stirring from his spot beside you. You turn to him, watching as he starts to untangle himself from the sheets. 

You find yourself upset that he’s leaving, setting your mug to the side as you latch onto his arm. 

“Babe,” he coos, chuckling as he glances back down at you with those gorgeous amber eyes. “I’ll be right back, don’t worry.” 

“But I want you to stay...” you mumble shyly, not letting go. 

“It’ll be super quick. I’m just going to go grab a snack. And I can refill your mug, too!” 

You sigh, releasing his arm slightly. “Okay...thank you.” 

Kai presses a kiss to your forehead before climbing out of bed, a rush of cold air replacing his warmth. You reach over to your laptop so you can pause the video before laying your head back on your pillow. 

A few minutes pass, and you find yourself missing Kai. Why are you feeling so clingy today? Normally, you’re not like this, but for some reason, you just want to hide with him until you feel better. 

You grab your phone, sending him another text: 

kaiiiiiii 

where'd you go?? 

:( 

To your dismay, Kai doesn’t answer for a few minutes. Stars, why are you feeling so sensitive today? Is it just because being sick makes you feel vulnerable? 

Thankfully, Kai responds shortly after: 

im otw, sorry...got caught up talking to sensei 

He returns a few seconds later, now with snacks and a refilled mug of tea. “Sorry, Sensei was asking me a few questions. He’s letting me take the day off so I can take care of you.” 

“Good,” you croak, shifting around as he settles back in beside you. “I just...need you right now.” 

Kai smiles softly, pulling you against his chest as the two of you lean back. “You know...I hate that you’re sick, but at the same time...I kind of like this side of you.” 

“I don’t, but I can’t help it. When I get better, it’s straight back to the ass kicking. Yours included.” 

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Kai jokes. 

You sigh, too tired to return the banter. “Thank you for staying, Kai.” 

“Anything for you, babe. Get some rest.” 

With that, your eyelids grow heavy as you snuggle up to him, eventually letting yourself sleep for the day. 

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘!

#ninjagoxreader #kai x reader #kai smith x reader #ninjago x reader

[hoeforalbedo]

Fanfition and Stimulation

Ike Eveland x Fem bodied Reader

Warning: Sex, penetration, cockwarming, edging, writing fanfics, mentions of quildren during sex (doesn’t actually say the fandom name), humiliation, degrade.

“You know darling, you’ve gotten so bold, but not to worry. I find it very amusing,” Ike speaks directly next to your ear, his voice like dripping honey. If it weren’t for his cock buried deep inside your warm soaked pussy, the whole scenario would have been adorable. Just you and your fiance cuddled up writing stories together.

Maybe you should’ve been careful and yet again, your rising fame made it hard. To make it clear, you are famous on lots of fanfiction platforms. You’re most well known for your back arching, toe curling, mind numbing smut of your YouTube streamer fiancee, Ike Eveland. 

To think that I had to hold back because you’re oh so precious but underneath that you’re nothing but a little dirty whore,” He speaks sweetly yet he’s mocking you. You suck a deep breath of air, pausing the work of your fingers. How could you focus on writing a story purely on sex when Ike has you sat on his cock?

You hadn’t expected to gain much attention yet the surprise it was for some of your stories to spread like wildfire on twitter. Some have even drawn fan art of such scenarios and of course tagging Ike’s tags. How could he not see that? You could have gotten away with it, honestly, if he hadn’t seen you scrolling through fanfictions the other time and your username is very memorable. The notifications on your phone don't help you either.

Now, here you are, typing yet another obscene fanfiction of Ike. What’s different is that he’s inside you and he’s trailing kisses down your neck and fondling with your exposed breasts. He pinches a nipple which makes you gasp. “You made a little grammar mistake, darling.” He sounds like an english teacher and yet he makes the idea of it sound very arousing.

After a few more clicks and clacks of the keyboard, your brain runs out of ideas, or it merely becomes blank, you can’t tell. Who could ever focus on what they’re doing when your partner is balls deep into your cunt and touching you in all the right places? All you want is for him to thrust himself up your dripping hole. It doesn’t help either that not only are you turned on by the scenario, you’re very much turned on by your writing.

“Ike,” You mumble. “Can’t do it anymore,” Your words quiver a bit.”

“Are you sure you can’t do it anymore or you don’t want to do it anymore?” He asks and obviously the answer is the latter. You really don’t want to continue writing this fanfiction. What you want is for him to stop his silly schemes and fuck you dumb.

“Ikey!” You whine like a spoiled brat. He would always listen immediately to your whines. “Please I don’t know what to write anymore!”

“Oh but what could be so hard about it? You’re only writing a detailed story of everything that I’m doing to you. Wouldn’t your readers enjoy this story? Imagine how my silly fans would scream when they find out how good I can fuck. You’re doing the both of us a favor, my love.” 

Ike may make it seem like such an amazing thing but to think they read your story. To them it may be self insert but they don’t know that it’s you. It’s almost like exposing how submissive you are for Ike. It’s humiliating yet they’d never know. It’s a bit arousing in some peculiar way.

“I can always help you write an amazing story. You want me to fuck you right,” Ike asks, his hand resting on your throat. He’d never actually choke you because he’s too afraid to hurt you. Instead he would rub the area just above your pulse and that action alone makes you clench around his dick. 

“Please Ike,” You beg. 

“I’ll give you something to write about but you better keep writing or else you won’t be cumming anytime soon,” He orders. His hips start grinding up into your cunt, not enough that you’d be dazed from reality but just enough to get you off. “Start writing.”

Your hands work shakily yet the story is getting quite some good details. They do say that the best way to write a story is to write from experience. You would try to bite your lip, trying to keep your moans from coming out because if one manages to slip, then many more will soon follow and you both know that you wouldn’t be able to write anything if that happens. If you are to get distracted from the task Ike ordered you to complete, then you would get a punishment, that being unable to reach your high. He’d only extend it continuously and by the rate he’s going, you don’t think his main mission is to get you to complete that story. No, his mission is to do anything to keep you from finishing it in hopes to edge you for hours and hours.

#ike smut #ike x reader #ike eveland x reader #ike eveland #ike #luxiem #luxiem x reader #ike eveland smut #luxiem smut #nijisanji en #ike x you #ike eveland x you #luxiem x you

[titekuboisgross]

My theory on why IR didn’t happen…

I used to be an active IchiRuki fan. I no longer am. I did have a dream about tumblr the other day tho and when I was on here that’s 90% of what I posted about. After the manga ended I ended up deleting my account. I was not only done with Bleach but anime in general. I have not watched or read Bleach since it ended. Which is nearly a decade. So my arguments won’t be as solid as they used to be when I could literally recite that series like a souther Baptist preacher can recite the Bible lol. But while I’m here (as I just made a temporary account to look at things for nostalgia’s sake) I have decided I want to post my ultimate theory as why IchiRuki didn’t happen.

So, first and foremost I want to mention I am not liberal, why do I mention my politics? Because I am about to say some things that I’m sure I’ll get attacked for by people claiming I’m just a crazy liberal. But I am actually a moderate that leans conservative, a rare thing for tumblr I know. I don’t make accusations of sexism lightly. I don’t just willy nilly call people sexist because I don’t like them. But I do think some people are sexist. Sexism is real and it’s a prevalent problem in Japan. And I think Kubo may be a misogynist.

And before you start rage typing at your keyboards please hear me out. This isn’t my theory, it’s actually my brothers who is even more on the conservative spectrum than I am. He REALLY doesn’t make claims like this lightly, but I really think he’s onto something. He said basically he believes if Kubo is telling the truth that he never intended on IchiRuki and always planned Ichihime that it’s likely because he’s sexist. Rukia is Ichigos equal, she’s smart, strong, and she stands up to Ichigo and tells him off when he needs to be told off. Orihime is I’m sorry Orihime fans, but she’s dumb, ditsy, airheaded, and most importantly submissive.

In Japan traditionally submissive women were looked upon as ideal. Obviously I know that things have changed with modern times and it’s gotten a lot better. But echos of Japans former sexist past still is present within their modern society. As are echos of our former sexist past. As a student of anthropology I can tell you women are just f**ked in most societies. While the “tiger mom” stereotype is very real do not let that fool you. The ideal TRADITIONAL wife in Japan is still very much one who is submissive to her husband. This is why Rukia could never be Ichigos lover. She was not submissive enough.

Anyway, this is my brothers theory and I think he may be onto something. I used to think, we ALL used to think Kubo was foreshadowing IchiRuki, but maybe he wasn’t? Maybe he really is just that much of a talentless hack. I mean was any of Bleach even any good besides the first two arcs? After the Soul Society arc that entire franchise became a shitshow. And IchiRuki wasn’t the only thing he foreshadowed that never amounted to anything. See this is what I mean where my arguments won’t be as strong because I haven’t read the series in years, but I know y’all know what I mean. There’s a tone of shit in Bleach that he introduced that never got brought up again. So much lore that was never developed and in the rare cases when it was it never made any sense. So maybe he is just talentless.

I used to think he intentionally gave Bleach a shit ending because he was fired. If you remember Naruto ended a year prior and Shonen Jump used the popular Naruto pairings kids to make a sequel series to milk the franchise. I always wondered if Kubo knew no one gave a shit about IchiHime and that it would be impossible to make a sequel with IchiHime kids. So he sacrificed his series so his enemies couldn’t prosper off it. That’s what I used to think he did. But I’ve since changed my mind. I was giving that man FAR too much credit. I don’t think he’s that clever to think to do that. I think he’s kinda stupid tbh. Sorry but I do. Anyway. This is all I’m posting. I again just made this account because I wanted to say hi to an old mutual I was shocked to see was still around. You can reply but I’m not gonna debate y’all like I used to. I’m over that shit now. My opinion stands and you can’t change it. Like it or hate it it’s my opinion and I’m entitled to it. If you’ve gotten this far and read all my post I hope you have a lovely day!

Edit: I forgot to add that before you say “well Kubo can’t be sexist because he creates strong female characters” THINK AGAIN! I love Quintin Tarantino but the man has said very misogynistic things in the past including that he thought a minor girl could consent. And he literally created the most badass female characters of all time. Some of my favorite female characters. Beatrix Kiddo and O-Ren-Ishi. Yes men who create strong female characters can be sexist. Never underestimate a man’s ability to demean a woman smfh

Anyway I am serious this is just a throwaway account I made so this is my only post so it’s also my goodbye post so,

#ichiruki

[perpetualcynicism]

(an elaboration on this post.)

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it’s dark when heizou wakes up to fetch a glass of water. the digital clock at his bedside reads 01:47. he slips out of bed, treading lightly through the corridor and to the kitchen.  

he does not expect to see you sitting at the dining table half-slumped over your laptop, the screen’s light blaring onto your face. it illuminates dark bags under your eyes and a frown on your lips. you don’t seem to notice him. heizou clears his throat.

“what’re you doing up this late?”

you glance from your laptop to him. there’s a hint of despair in your voice as you say, “writing an essay.”

he blinks. “right. and when’s it due?”

“…tomorrow morning. well, later today, actually.”

heizou whistles. “man alive. cutting it a bit close, aren’t you?”

“this is standard procedure,” you reply. “you’re just usually asleep while it’s happening.”

heizou pulls out a chair to sit beside you. “how much have you written?”

the despair’s there again when you answer, “about half. maybe less.” you press your forehead into your hand with a sigh. “i am literally on the verge of a mental breakdown right now. like, i’m holding back tears.” you laugh as you say this, but it’s humourless. “gods, why have i done this to myself…?”

“i hate to break it to you, but it is sort of your own fault for putting it off so long.”

another sigh. you rub your eyes. “i know. i just… i can’t do this. i’m never going to finish it in time.”

heizou catches the slight waver in your voice. “is there anything i can help you with? organising notes, proofreading… anything?”

“can you stop time?”

“…unfortunately not.”

you mutter a curse under your breath and return to tapping away at your keyboard. 

“i’ll get you a drink,” he offers. “tea, maybe?”

“that would be nice.” your eyes don’t leave the screen. 

“caffeinated or decaf?”

the clack of your keys stop for a moment. “decaf would be the wiser choice.”

“so… yes to decaf?”

“god, no. i need some caffeine right now. a lot, actually.”

“alright, then,” he chuckles.

what heizou doesn’t tell you is that the steaming mug he hands back to you contains no caffeine whatsoever. hopefully, you thinking it does will work well enough to give you some energy. he gets a mug for himself, too, and sips it from his chair beside you.

around half an hour later, you turn to him, eyes squinting in both exhaustion and confusion.

“why are you still here?” the question no doubt comes out harsher than intended because of your fatigue. “you should be asleep.”

heizou shrugs. “moral support?”

you hmph another humourless laugh. “that’s nice of you, but you really should go to bed. it’s, like… twenty past two.”

“nope. i’m staying here until you finish. i’d feel bad leaving my roommate to pull an all-nighter all alone.”

you sigh. “fine. i’m way too tired to have that conversation. just… try not to distract me, i guess. no offence.”

“i’ll do my best.”

you both sit there in silence until maybe an hour later, when you slump forwards onto the desk with a groan. 

“…you okay?” heizou asks, peeping his head over your shoulder. he’s surprised to find your voice hoarse when you answer, slightly muffled by the table. 

“no. i can’t do this. this is terrible.” you draw in a shaking breath. “i want to give up. i’ve barely made any progress. i’m going to fail life.”

“woah, woah, woah,” heizou says, patting your shoulder in what he hopes is a comforting gesture. “that’s going a bit far, don’t you think?” 

you sniffle dejectedly. “no.”

he would usually laugh at this, but you sound earnest. he changes his approach.

“hey. look at me.” you don’t move. “come on, look at me. please?“

you hesitate for a moment, but eventually drag yourself upright. he tilts your chin slightly upwards. the eyes which meet his are red-rimmed and shining. his own soften with sympathy.

“you can do this, yeah?” he skims his thumb over your damp eyelashes. “i know you can. you’re making good progress.”

you don’t look convinced, and wipe your eyes with your sleeve. heizou wonders what he should say to get you to carry on.

ah. i know.

“i’ll give you a kiss once you’re done if you continue it now.”

you scoff. “yeah, right.”

“i will.”

you look sceptical. still, you do actually resume working on the essay. occasional sniffles accompany the click of keys. heizou sits with you the whole time, watching your fingers fly across the laptop’s keyboard. he struggles to keep awake and his eyelids droop every other second, but he stays. you glance at him now and again from the corner of your eye, probably wondering what he’s still doing here. he knows he’s seeing this through to the end with you.

three hours later, you close your laptop and fall forwards onto the table. 

“done.”

heizou blinks to bring his wandering attention back to the matter at hand. although tired, he grins. “i knew you could do it.”

“i think it’s one of the worst essays i’ve ever written.”

“even so, you managed to finish. i’m proud of you.”

“mm.” you pause. “thanks for… staying, by the way. i appreciate it.”

he smiles back, the olives of his eyes warm. “no problem. but maybe try to not leave it until the last minute next time, eh?”

“uh. right. yeah… maybe. but speaking of which… the essay’s due at ten thirty, which means i should probably get up at nine at the latest to leave time to proofread it before handing it in…”

heizou taps your shoulder. you look up at him. “hey. enough about the essay. it’s finished.” he cups your face in his hands and softly presses a kiss to your forehead. “let’s get you to bed, hm?”

you seem too tired to react to something as brief as the kiss—something he finds quite endearing, actually. heizou takes your hand and leads you along the corridor. you stop by the bathroom.

“i’ll just rinse myself quickly. and brush my teeth‘nallthat.” your words slur together at the end.

“you are so adorable sometimes, you know?”

you blink slowly. “huh?”

“what?”

“did you say something?”

he smiles. “nothing important.” you grunt. “just don’t fall asleep in the shower, okay?”

“i’ll try not to,” you say, half-serious, and step into the bathroom. he lingers outside, leaning against the wall.

the hiss of water tells him you’ve turned on the shower. once it stops, a voice says guiltily through the door, “…i forgot my pyjamas.”

heizou breathes a laugh. “right. i’ll bring them over for you.” he takes the clothes from your room and hands them to your bare arm through a crack you’ve opened in the door. you thank him, and a moment later, emerge fully clothed. your hair is ruffled from the use of a towel. cute, he thinks.

“ready to go to bed?” he asks, holding out his hand. with a heavy nod, you take it and let him lead you to your bedroom. when you reach it, you collapse onto the bed.

“i can sleep,” you breathe, incredulous. “oh my gods. i can sleep.”

“you can sleep!” heizou confirms brightly. 

“for… three and a half hours. yaaaay.”

he winces. “ooh. yikes.”

“shit.”

“yeah…” he purses his lips. “but, hey, i’ll make you breakfast in the morning. how does that sound?”

no reply. he looks down at you to find that you’re already asleep, having fallen face-first onto the bed. he chuckles to himself, turning you over carefully and tugging the blanket over you. his eyes linger on your face as he turns to leave the room, and he absentmindedly wonders who gave you the right to be so adorable.

“get a good three and a half hours,” heizou calls softly, and pulls the door closed behind him.

#it’s sort of fitting that i wrote this at one in the morning isn’t it #but anyway #enjoy the elaboration #genshin impact x reader #heizou #heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou x reader

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Poppy's Dream

Lee Minho x Thick female reader

Word count: 4.5k

Synopsis: A sequel to Teasing Poppy. Some big news comes up and you're unsure how to tell Minho. Luckily you get some sound advice from an unexpected visitor.

A/N: 18+ only! Moving right along! I can't believe how quickly I got this one out! I had the idea for this one about as long as I did the Seungmin one. This is the third sequel in the SKZ x Thick Reader Series. I definitely cried writing Teasing Poppy and I hate to inform you that I definitely cried writing Poppy's Dream. I hope you guys like it! If you do give it a like, reblog, comment on it, shoot me an ask and a keyboard smash! I love the feedback I get from you guys on this series! As always warnings and smut below the cut.

Warnings: MDNI 18+ONLY! Cursing/swearing, vomiting, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected piv sex (use condoms folks), cream pie, cum play (a little), squirting, mentions of a breeding kink. There is some warnings omitted (nothing violent or graphic) to keep the element of surprise in the story, so please keep that in mind when reading. 🖤 I think that's it for this one, if I missed anything please let me know and I'll add it to the warnings asap!

You sat at the dinner table with Minho stirring your dinner around in your bowl grimacing. Just the sight and smell of it made you nauseas, although you typically liked Indian food. He laughed a little at the face you were making.

"What is this again?" You asked. You usually like Minhos's cooking, clearly, that night's dinner, was not a win. 

“It's dal makhani, its usually one of your favorite when we go out. It's the first time I've made it, you don’t like it?” He smirked and you put your spoon down. 

“I don’t know, I haven’t tried it yet. I’m sure it’s good I just...” Before you could finish your sentence, you slapped your hand over your mouth and ran to the bathroom. Minho was right behind you making sure you were alright. Just as you got to the toilet everything in your stomach came out. Minho took a step back when you started puking. 

“Uh... are you okay?” You looked at him irritated by the obvious answer to his question. 

“Oh, yeaa Minho I’m great I’m just down here checking the wax seal on the toilet.” He chuckled a little at your sarcasm. He always thought you were cute when you were sassy like that. 

“Alright yea dumb question, do you need anything?” You sighed and laid your head on the seat of the toilet. 

“A water maybe?” Minho nodded and left to get you some water. You started puking again wondering if maybe something you ate that day didn’t agree with you. When everything had evacuated your stomach and you drank some water you felt a lot better. 

“It had to have been something from lunch.” Minho nodded agreeing. The next day while he was off at work and you were doing some work from home, a wave of nausea hit you again. You ran quickly from your computer to the toilet and everything, which wasn’t much, came up again. What the hell, you thought you’d gotten this out of your system. You didn’t say anything to Minho that night when he got home. You felt better again and you didn’t want him to worry but in the middle of the night you sprang up from bed, scaring the life out of him as you dashed to the bathroom again.  

“Hey, are you still not feeling well?” He asked as he made his way into the bathroom behind you rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You shook your head. 

“I thought I was better, but I guess not. I’ll make a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.” He nodded, yawning and helped you up so you both could get back to bed. The next day you made that appointment, just as soon as you were done throwing up your breakfast. They luckily had a cancelation, and they were able to get you in that day. You called Minho and told him you were going to the doctor, then got washed up and ready to leave. 

For some reason as you sat in the waiting room of the doctor’s office you started to feel a bit nervous. You couldn’t put your finger on why and the anxiety didn’t help the nausea you were already feeling again. A nurse came from the back and called your name. She escorted you to a room and handed you a gown. 

“Go ahead and put this on and another nurse will be in shortly for vitals.” You nodded and took the robe. You always hated the smell of hospitals. You liked the smell of dirt and flowers, and hospitals smelled the total opposite, like antiseptic and sanitizer you hated it. It also reminded you of the time you spent in the hospital with your grandfather while he was sick, which wasn’t the best time in your life. You still thought of him every day. The next nurse came in, took your vitals, and asked a few routine questions. 

“Allergies to any medication?” You shook your head no. 

“Feelings of hurting yourself or others?” You shook your head no again. 

“Do you feel safe at home?” You scoffed and she looked at you. 

“Yes. I’m safe at home.” The nurse nodded. 

“Are you sexually active.” Your face turned red and you nodded. 

“Any chance you could be pregnant?” You were getting ready to shake your head no again and stopped. 

“Uh, I don’t think so...” She pulled out a little plastic cup and handed it to you.  

“Go ahead into that bathroom and pee in this cup for me.” You took the cup and did as she said. When you came back out, she took the cup and left you, saying the doctor would be in shortly. You sat there picking at your cuticles and racking your brain. Could you be pregnant? It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility obviously. You and Minho had a healthy and particularly active sex life. You didn’t use condoms anymore because you were on birth control, but you were a little careless sometimes and missed one here and there. When was your last period? You counted in your head and then the doctor knocked and came in. 

“Ms. y/l/n! I think we’ve figured out the source of your nausea.” You were on the edge of the table waiting to hear what he said next. 

“It looks like congratulations are in order. You’re pregnant! I’d say probably between eight to ten weeks, but we can find out for sure at your first prenatal appointment I’m going to send some prenatal vitamin’s home with you and I want you to start taking them first thing tomorrow.” You were absolutely gob smacked. Pregnant. You and Minho had never discussed having kids. How would he react? Would he be upset with you? You were scared. Scared to tell Minho, scared to be pregnant, scared to give birth, scared to have to care for a living thing that could not care for itself. You didn’t know how you would tell him, but you had time to think. You were still in your first trimester; you wouldn’t start showing for a few more months. You had time to figure it out. When you got home Minho was already there. He met you at the door and took your coat. 

“Well? What did the doctor say?” You should tell him. You needed to tell him. You HAD to tell him. 

“Just a stomach bug he thinks, everything is good.” You internally cursed yourself for being such a coward. Minho looked confused. You cupped his face and kissed him sweetly. 

“I’m okay Min, really.” He nodded, taking your word for it. He knew if it were serious, you would tell him. The next week was pretty much the same for you. The sudden urge to puke any given time morning noon and night. You were hiding your vitamins and taking them every day like the doctor said, but they seemed to be making the nausea worse. Minho was starting to worry, if this was a stomach bug shouldn’t it have worked its way out of your system by now? You hated that you made him worry but you were still terrified that he might be upset with you when he found out.  

That next week, you couldn’t take it anymore. You called your doctor and left a message explaining that your prenatals were making you sicker and asked if there was anything he could do to help. As you were hanging up the phone Minho walked up behind you wrapping his arms around you from behind. You hadn’t heard him, and it made you jump and squeak. 

“Sorry baby I didn’t mean to scare you.” You shook your head. 

“No, you’re fine Min, I just didn’t hear you come in. I didn’t think you’d be home until later this afternoon?” He rested his chin on your shoulder and hummed. 

“I wanted to come check on my girl.” He kissed your cheek. 

“Who were you on the phone with?” You thought quickly. If you said the doctor he would only worry more. 

“Mom, she was calling to check up on me too.” Minho smiled and squeezed you a little tighter. 

“How you feeling?” You shrugged. 

“So so, I’m thinking about taking a nap. I’m just really exhausted for some reason.” Minho turned you towards him and examined your face. He put the back of his hand to your forehead, then his lips. 

“Okay baby get some rest. I’ll make something light for dinner a little later.” You nodded, kissed Minho and went off to nap in your room. About an hour after you had fallen asleep Minho started to clean the kitchen before getting dinner ready. Just as he started the dishwasher the phone rang. He hurried over to answer it, so it didn’t wake you. He wanted you to at least get a couple hours of rest. He was worried about your condition. You were always sick and seemed to be getting weaker for no reason. Minho pushed those thoughts aside and answered the telephone. 

“Hello?” An older man’s voice came over the line. 

“Yes is Ms. y/l/n available? This is Dr. Reed calling her back.” Minho was surprised. He didn’t know you had called your doctor again. You must still be feeling really sick. 

“Oh, uh well she’s resting, she hasn’t been feeling well. I’m her boyfriend, is everything okay?” The doctor hummed. 

“Oh yes. I just wanted to let her know that I called in the prescription for her prenatal vitamins, these should be easier on her stomach, but I want her to take an extra for folic acid. If the new ones I prescribe make her sick too she can do Flintstone vitamins she just has to take two and I will call her in a calcium supplement to add to the folic acid.” Minho stood there speechless. 

“You get all that son?” Minho nodded as if the doctor would see and found his voice again. 

“Yes sir, prenatal and folic acid, Flintstones, and calcium if they make her sick.” The doctor hummed in approval. 

“Good, if she needs anything else just have her call the PA and leave a message and one of us will call her back as soon as possible.” Minho thanked the doctor and hung up. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d held in and ran his hands through his hair. Prenatal vitamins? As in prenatal prenatal, as in pregnancy? You were pregnant?! How long had you known? Why hadn’t you told him yet? If you were taking the vitamins surely you intended on keeping the baby. Maybe you didn’t want kids. The two of you had never discussed it. You had been together a year and a half and only moved in together a few months before so marriage, babies, hadn’t really been a big discussion between you yet. Minho’s thoughts swirled like a cyclone in his head. He went back to cleaning the kitchen and getting stuff ready for dinner as the questions piled up. 

You were walking through your grandfather’s greenhouse, the sun shining through the panes of glass warming your skin. You ran your fingers along one of the flower beds taking in the scent of all the freshly bloomed plants. It was peaceful there, it always was. You needed a little peace right then. When you heard his voice, it didn’t startle you at all. It was as if you expected him. It’s where you would always find him, so you weren’t surprised he was there now. 

“Poppy plant?” You turned and there was your grandfather. You ran up to him and threw yourself at him, hugging him, crying. He still smelled like mint and earth just like he always did. 

“Pop! Pop, I miss you so much!” You sobbed into the apron he always wore, and he smoothed your hair down comforting you. 

“Shhh, now Poppy, don’t cry. There’s far too much to be celebrating right now.” You backed up and looked up at him confused. 

“Wha-” He scrunched his nose smiling and booped your belly. 

“I’m gonna be a great pop!” Your jaw dropped. How on earth did he know? Before you could even ask, he spoke again. 

“I like the boy. He treats you well and has a good heart, a bit of a smart ass but... he would never hurt you.” You stood there speechless. 

“Why haven’t you told him Poppy?” You snapped out of it realizing he’d asked you a question. 

“I... I... I’m scared. What if he doesn’t want kids, what if he’s upset with me? What if... What if he leaves me and I have to raise a child alone?” Your grandfather pulled you in and hugged you tightly. 

“That boy would never do that. You’re a part of his heart now and that little girl will be too.” You pulled away again and gasped at the information your grandfather just revealed. Your hands held your belly that still wasn’t showing yet as tears continued to fill your eyes. He nodded.  

“You’re going to be such a wonderful mother and you made a wise choice in your partner. You are going to be so happy for a long time Poppy and my heart soars because that’s all I've ever wanted for you sweetie.” You hugged your grandfather tightly. You felt like he was going again, like you were losing him all over again.” You held him. 

“Now y/n, you listen up, go tell that boy he’s gonna be a dad. I love you. I have to go now.” You cried harder, squeezed harder. 

“No, you can’t! You can’t go again! I can’t do this without you!” Your grandfather cupped your face in his big, calloused hand as tears cascaded down your face. 

“Oh, Poppy you never will, I’ll always be with you.” You squeezed him tighter, but it wouldn’t stop the inevitable. 

“Goodbye Poppy plant, goodbye sweetie.” 

You woke up hysterical. Minho heard you from the kitchen and went rushing into your bedroom panicked, worried something might be wrong with you, something might be wrong with the baby. 

“Y/N! Baby baby! What’s wrong?! He sat on the bed in front of you and you threw your arms around him and squeezed him as tightly as you had your grandfather in your dream, terrified Minho may disappear too. Words that were barely discernable were coming out between choked frantic sobs. 

“I’m pregnant Minho! I... I’m pregnant. I’ve known for almost two weeks. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you before. I was so scared Minho. I was scared you would hate me; I was scared you would leave.” You pulled away looking into his eyes, yours were wild and filled with panic. 

“We’ve never talked about children; I don’t even know if you want to be a dad. I’m so sorry I’m sorry please don’t leave me, please don’t leave me too!” Minho struggled to take everything you were saying in but managed to get all of it. 

“y/n, Poppy, baby... It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. Take some deep breaths, it’s not good for the baby for you to be so upset, please try and calm down.” You took some deep breaths. It helped that Minho was so calm. After a few breaths, you weren’t quite as frantic, but tears still streaked your face. 

“Are you upset with me?” Minho shook his head immediately. 

“No baby no! I know we didn’t talk about kids but anything that’s a piece of me and you is a good thing, okay? Please don’t worry. I will never leave you. I love you y/n, you are a part of my heart, and now this baby is too.” You could not control the tears coming from your eyes and wondered if you would ever run out. Your grandfather had told you that very thing. 

“I love you Minho, I love you so much.” He kissed you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, threading your fingers through his hair. Minho deepened the kiss and his tongue slid into your mouth, teasing yours. You climbed onto his lap and his hands slid up your thick thighs and squeezed your ass.  

“Want you, need you, please. Make love to me Minho, please.” You begged for him in between heated kisses filled with teeth and tongue. Minho would never deny you. He turned and laid you back on the bed, running his hands down your plush skin. When he got to your tummy he stopped and traced a heart around your navel, and you thought yours might burst. Minho kissed right below it and continued his trail of kisses down to your panties. He looped his fingers through the sides and pulled them down. You lifted your ass assisting him in their removal. 

“I don’t think we’ll be needing these tonight kitten.” He threw them, landing god knows where, and you laughed. You laughed until Minho’s tongue drug through your folds. He teased your clit with the tip of his tongue, then gently sucked. He went back and forth between those two maneuvers until you thought you would lose your mind. 

“Fingers, please Min fin-fingers.” You were dripping now so Minho’s two fingers slid inside you easily. 

“God yes Minho yes!” He started moving them in and out of you just a little, curling them and reaching your g spot expertly.  

“Cum for me baby, melt on my tongue.” Minho started sucking on your clit again, when he felt your walls starting to flutter around his fingers, he knew you were close and hummed in delight, sending you teetering over the edge of the cliff you had been standing on. His strong veiny hands held your thick thighs down on the bed as he licked and cleaned every bit of your cum from your pussy. 

“So good, such a good kitty, so fucking tasty.” He gave it another broad lick with his tongue and then climbed over you. He was looking down at you while you tried to get your bearings again. Minho couldn’t believe his dumb luck. He moved into a new place, met the love of his life and soon to be the mother of his child. He felt tears pricking his eyes at the thought. 

“You’re so beautiful y/n. I’m so happy with you, I’m so happy that you’re having our baby.” He kissed you and unlike the heated ones before this one was tender, this one made you want to cry you were so happy. Minho sat up on his knees and unbuttoned his shirt tossing it aside before laying back on his back and removing his pants and underwear with minor difficulty before kicking them away. You sat up a little and giggled at him as he sat back up on his knees and cocked his eyebrow at you. 

“Something funny kitten?” You bit your bottom lip, smiling and shook your head no.  

“Mmhmm...why don’t you give me this shirt.” You sat up the rest of the way and lifted your arms as Minho pulled your shirt up and over your head, leaving you completely naked in front of him. Minho took in every inch, every curve, your full breasts, that pooch your tummy got when you sat, he loved every bit of you, every single inch of your body but your heart was what he loved most. He looked so lost in thought as he took you in. You cupped his cheek, and he snapped out of it. His eyes, pools of black ink that you lost yourself in when he looked at you like that. 

“I love you y/n.” Then just like that his lips were on you, and he laid you back on the bed again, grabbing one of your breasts and teasing your nipple until it perked. He started sucking on it while he teased and pinched the other making you arch up into his touch. He nibbled and licked at your other nipple and then peppered kisses up your chest and neck before passionately claiming your lips again. Minho lined up his cock with your entrance and slowly pushed his length inside you. When he was buried in you, you felt so full, so full of Minho, so full of love. He slowly pulled and pushed back in deep, rolling his hips and hitting a spot inside you that made your toes numb. 

“R-right there Minho, r-right th-there.” He pulled out and pushed his cock back into you giving you that same roll of his hips. You grabbed his ass; you urged him to move faster, and he did. Everything Minho did when he made love to you was calculated. He knew your tells, the signs he was doing well and to keep going. You chewed at your lips as Minho fucked you faster, the sight of him rolling his body as he fucked you was divine. You were staring at where the two of you met, watching his hips continue to roll into yours. 

“You like what you see kitten?” You blushed as you realized you were busted ogling his cock while it was inside you. 

“Cute.” He gripped your squishy hips, digging his fingers into your soft skin and fucked you harder. Sweat was beading on his forehead and chest as he tried to hold off coming. 

“I-I don’t think I’ll last much longer baby...” You pulled him back down on top of you and kissed him. 

“I’m close Minho please, cum with me, cum with me Min.” Minho groaned and kissed you again as he chased towards both of your orgasms. Minho felt your pussy squeeze his cock as your back arched off the bed again, he started rubbing your clit driving you full on into your climax and making you squirt on him. 

“FUCK Y/N FUCKFUCK so sexy! I’m fucking coming kitten!” Minho painted your insides with his seed and fucked it deep into you, still gently massaging your clit. 

“God yes take it kitten, fuck! Hold it in beautiful.” When you were back in your body after that orgasm and you both had somewhat caught your breath Minho pulled out and watched as some of his cum started to drip from your hole. He took two fingers swiped it up and pushed them in along with his cum. You moaned and then giggled. 

“You can’t get me more pregnant Min.” He pumped his fingers inside you making you moan again. 

“Yea but now I get to see my cum inside you all the time.” You laughed again and ran your fingers through his hair as he laid down beside you. 

“New kink discovered? Minho and his breeding kink.” Minho smirked and cocked his eyebrow at you again. 

“I mean it’s not really a kink if I actually bred you though, is it?” He kissed your neck. You blushed and clenched at his words and could feel his cum dripping out of you again. He pecked your lips and started to get up. 

“Where you going?” You asked as you yawned. Minho smiled at you warmly. 

“To get our shower ready.” You and Minho both got washed up, changed the sheets and got into bed. You laid your head on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat lull you to sleep. 

“Babe, I have a confession to make...” You sat up quickly worried. 

“No no, not like that I just... I knew you were pregnant already when you told me.” Your jaw dropped and you felt bad that you didn’t tell him, that he hadn’t heard it from you first. 

“How?” He pushed your hair away from your face. 

“Your doctor called you back about your prenatal vitamins.” You rolled your eyes at yourself. 

“I’m so sorry Min, I was gonna tell you I just didn’t know how, I’m sor-” Minho leaned up and kissed you. 

“Don’t be, okay? It’s alright.” You nodded and kissed him again before settling back and resting against his chest again. He did wonder though...  

“What made you change your mind and tell me so suddenly?” You sighed and nuzzled into him more, his arm coming around and holding you close to him. 

“My Pop told me to...” Minho looked at you with a quirked eyebrow. You explained your dream, seeing your grandfather and everything he told you, about how he liked Minho and said you were having a girl. After you both talked for a while longer, you telling Minho that your grandfather said he was a smart ass, and bouncing around some baby names, you both drifted off to sleep. Neither of you had any idea what you were doing or what came next, but you knew as long as you were together you could do anything. 

You were tending to your plants in the greenhouse Minho had built you two years before. You were just getting around to Blue when your daughter came running in. She ran up to you and threw her arms around your waist, squeezing and burying her face in your dirty apron. 

“You’re gonna get dirty sweetie.” She snuggled in more. 

“I don’t mind mommy you always smell like flowers and the garden.” Your heart swelled at how sweet your daughter was. When she looked up, she saw Blue and smiled. 

“Tell me the story about my Great Pop and when he got you the pretty blue one mommy!” You smiled and pushed her hair away from her face. She had her dad’s sharp eyes and nose, and they twinkled mischievously like her father’s as well.  

“Why do I feel like you’re up to something?” She smirked, just like her dad, and shook her head. 

“Pleaaaase mommy!” Just as you were about to give in Minho came out on the back porch and called for your daughter. 

“Lee Rose!” You looked at her and she knew she was busted. 

“What are you supposed to be doing right now?” Rose picked at her cuticles. 

“Helping dad collect the laundry.” You smiled and shook your head at your daughter. Your husband was making his way over to the greenhouse certain he’d find his daughter there. There was a smudge of dirt on Rose’s nose, you took your hanky and wiped it off gently. 

“Go finish your chore and when you’re done, I’ll tell you the story okay?” Rose nodded and ran off past Minho. 

“Hey! You bett...” You grabbed Minho’s hand and pulled him into the greenhouse with you shutting the door as your daughter ran towards the house. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him. 

“She’s supposed to be...” You finished his sentence. 

“Getting the laundry together. That’s what I just told her to go do.” He gave you the same smirk your daughter just did. 

“Why do I feel like you’re up to something?” You laughed. Just having said that to your daughter you realized, while she looked so much like Minho there was definitely you weaved in there. Minho hugged you tightly and buried his face in the crook of your neck, tickling you. 

“You better tell me...” He relented and your laughter subsided. You kissed Minho softly then your lips trailed across his cheek towards his ear. Minho’s hair started to stand on end. You pressed your lips to the shell of your husband’s ear and whispered. 

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Heart Rate Part 2- Bradley Bradshaw

It took Bradley until the next day to get up the courage to text you.

Unknown Number: Hey, this is Bradley. The aviator you did the evaluation on yesterday? I was wondering if maybe I could bring you lunch today? I have a few weeks off after our last mission.

You smiled to yourself when you read the message, hoping he would text you soon.

Y/N: Hey Bradley! I’m glad you saw my note..yes, you can bring me lunch if you’d like, unless you like hospital food?

Bradley: Okay, there’s a good burger place a few blocks from the hospital. I’ll stop by there on my way.

Y/N: Sounds great! See you at.. 12:15? I’ll try to be on tie but I can never promise I’ll be on time.

Bradley: I understand. You do what you need to, save lives and such. See you at 12:15.

Bradley got in the shower, go himself ready and called Maverick to see what he should wear.

——

I tucked my phone back in my pocket and continued my charted until Dr. Brady approached me. “So… the aviator from yesterday… did he finally make a move?” I smiled and looked down at my keyboard again, biting my lip. “I’ll take that as a yes?” I looked at her and nodded my head. “He’s actually bringing me lunch today from that burger place down the street.” She smiles at me. “Hmm.. why don’t you take a long lunch today. Take an hour and not thirty minutes. That way you guys have time to talk. I’ll page you if it’s urgent.” Dr. Brady killed over Katie, my coworker, “would you cover Y/N so she can take a long lunch?” Katie smirked, “sure, hot date?” I nod and she waves me off. “Absolutely, I want all the details after though”, she winks before heading to her patient’s room. When the clock hit 12:10, I was on my way to the locker room to grab my sweater and fix my hair when my pager went off. I made my way to the room of the patient that paged me, but first I told Bradley I may be a few minutes late. He said it’s okay and he’d wait in the lobby. After close to ten minutes, I made my way out of the room and washed my hands and let them know I was leaving. I made my way to the lobby, seeing Bradley sitting there with the bag of food and scrolling on his phone. I walked to him, tapping him on the shoulder. “Hey Bradley, sorry I was late. Ready to eat?” He nodded and stood, following me out to the outdoor dining area. “Is this okay? It’s quieter out here so I thought it would be better to get to know each other.” He smiled at me, “Sounds perfect. How long is your lunch? That way you can get back on time.” I smirk at him, “an hour. The doctor that saw you the other day? She’s pretty invested in this and gave me a long lunch.” His head snapped up at that, smirking. “Oh, talking about me, huh?” I giggle, feeling my face flush as I unwrap my burger and nod. “Maybe.. but just because I was excited to see you again.” Now it was his turn to blush. “Well, I’m glad. So, what made you want to be a nurse?” We spent the whole time discussing and getting to know each other. Bradley was telling me stories about his time at Top Gun and all of his friends here. “So, does that mean you move around a lot then?” I ask shyly, eating a French fry and hoping against hope that he doesn’t move around. He clears his throat and swallows, “well, it’s not confirmed yet, but I got offered to teach here at Top Gun next year so I may be staying. After our challenge, they kind of gave us a choice. So even if I don’t teach, I have the option to stay here.” I nod at him in understanding. “Why? Want me to stick around?” He smirks at me. “Maybe. We will see what happens from here.” My timer went off says that we had about ten minutes left of our date.

“Want me to.. walk you out?” I looked him in the eye and hope he catches watch I’m trying to do. He must have, because he gathered our trash and stuck his hand out for me to grab. I grabbed it, lifting myself from my seat as we walked hand in hand out the front door. He led me to a blue vintage Bronco. “Oh my god.. I LOVE you Bronco! It’s literally in my favorite color.” Bradley smiled. “It was my dads and I’ve just always kept it. I’m glad you like it.” I smiled, leaning back against the drivers door as we swung our hands between us. Bradley stepped closer, lifting my chin to look him in the eyes. “Can I..kiss you?” I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck as he leans closer. When our lips finally met, a fire lit inside of me. I had never had this kind of connection with anyone on a first kiss. He was an incredible kisser, his plush lips against mine and his mustache tickling my top lip. He licked against my bottom lip and I opened them, letting his tongue into my mouth. I loved the taste of him on my tongue. I gripped the back of his neck, pulling him as close as possible to me, until he had me practically pinned against the door. We pulled away and he smiled down at me, brushing a thumb over my cheek as he looked me in the eyes. “You are seriously incredible. Would you maybe be okay with a second date?” I smiled up at him nodding with an enthusiastic, “I would love that.” He leaned down to kiss me again when my pager beeped. “Shit, I’m sorry Bradley. I have to get back. I’ll text you when I’m off work?” He just nods and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before you make your way inside. Bradley smiles to himself before getting in his Bronco. He couldn’t wait to tell the Daggers about you.

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𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

college Ellie AU

part 2/ ? part 1

word count: 3.2K

summary: Ellie and val go to a party together and get high. 

pairing: Ellie williams x fem/latina oc

warnings: none? just them getting high so if you hate weed... I guess don’t read. 

I huffed as I fell onto my bed. My phone was hovering over my face and I had Ellie’s phone number typed up in. I was trying to find something to say—my thumbs were hovering over the keyboard and every time I typed in ‘Hey,’ I asked myself if messaging her at all was a good idea. I had another syllabus to look over tonight and if I didn’t remember it, I would actually have to pay attention in class. 

But I wanted to see Ellie. I wanted to go to a party and speak to her again. To have a conversation with her where I wasn’t squirming in my seat. I may squirm while in front of her, fighting the frustration in my body that may attack her lips with my own. But I wanted to be around her, to find something we had in common that wasn’t College Algebra 1304. 

I typed in, Hey, it’s Val. At what time is the party?

I turned on my ringer and hopped off of my bed, quickly running to my closet. I opened the door and eagerly looked through my clothes. I knew not to wear something wild, like one of the skimpy dresses I brought from home in case one of my invisible friends invited me to a night club. Like maybe I needed it to make my boobs look bigger even though not even a push-up bra could help. Like maybe it would persuade the security guard to let me into their club. 

I then had a bright pink flow-y dress. No.

A pair of black skinny jeans if I found a job soon. No. 

A tacky green tennis skirt. Hell no. 

I was looking in the wrong section of my closet. I pushed all of my dresses to one end and looked at my overalls, jeans, old tank tops I never wore. This seemed boring and good. Good for a college party—I didn’t have to get anything absurdly dirty and I wasn’t going to ruin any of my skimpy ‘maybe’ dresses. 

I pulled out a breathable, tight red long-sleeve, a pair of identical jean shorts I was already wearing, and black platform tennis shoes. 

I laid the clothes out on my bed and picked up my phone. I turned it on and albeit not hearing a single ring, Ellie’s number was stamped on the only notification on my phone. 

 817-008-####: At 9. If you wanna hang before, we can. 

I felt watched. Like someone was staring at me through my window, cackling at how frightened I was that someone—especially an extremely attractive girl—was interested in me. Maybe not in the romantic way, but at least platonically. Sam shared no interest in me whatsoever, and besides Ellie, no one has looked at me with a curious eye. 

I felt an immense pressure in my chest that ran up to my chest, but as I opened my mouth, I realized I just hadn’t been breathing. I gasped and quickly opened my phone, erratically typing in an answer. It was 8:00 and I was not dressed, nor had makeup or my hair done. 

Yeah that’s fine, I typed. I’m not ready yet but… 

I huffed. I rubbed my thumb and index against my eyebrows. I was going to ask her if she wanted to sit in my room as I got ready, I knew I was, but I needed to prepare myself. I knew I would ask her because my thumbs were already typing the message. I couldn’t tell myself no, so as soon as I typed the message, I sent it. 

Yeah that’s fine! I’m not ready yet but if you want, we can hang in my room until I’m done. 

I placed my thumb into my mouth to stop myself from vomiting all over myself, and waited for her to answer. It wasn’t long before she replied. 

 817-008-####: Great, just tell me where your dorm and room is and I’ll be on my way in like five minutes. I have an edible and a few joints. Is that alright. 

Yep

Maples Hall. 2nd floor. Literally the fourth door on your right. Will say Sam and Val on a teddy bear. 

 817-008-####: Cool. See you soon :) 

I quickly threw off all of my clothes and stepped into the clothes set on my bed. Underwear. Red long-sleeve. No bra, ‘cause now I was cool. I also had no boobs, so a bra was unnecessary. Jean shorts. I then pumped my coconut lotion into my hand and lathered myself with it until I probably didn’t even need perfume. I slid on my mismatched socks that had pretzels on the left one and Barney’s face on the right. I lathered my armpits in both spray deodorant and roll-on. 

I was running rampant in my room, trying to slap gel into my hair and forming my hair into long braids that ran down my back, finding my makeup, and finding my perfume that magically slid off my desk. By the time my second braid was swaying down my back, there was someone rapping their hard knuckles on my door. 

I slid towards the door and opened it as wide as I could, almost slamming it against my face. 

Ellie was directly in front of me, her body relaxed. She had on a semi-tight black shirt that clung to her arms but swished against her tummy. I could see a sliver of her pale skin where her shirt failed to reach her loose jeans. I sucked in a little too much air and had to squint my eyes so I wouldn’t cough out and die. 

“My…” I looked behind me and my eyes widened at the sight of my bra and underwear on the floor. “…My messy room. You can choose wherever you wanna sit, but let me clean up a little.” 

She chuckled and shut the door behind her. I ran to pick up my green bralette and underwear and chucked them into my hamper that struggled to fit itself in the space between the wall and our sink. I sighed and said, “I’m sorry, I was trying to get ready before you came and I forgot that was there.” 

“It’s okay,” she whispered, as if Sam was here and she was not only seeing the situation but laughing at it. I could feel her shitty aura in the room, so I wasn’t far off. “We all have underwear.” 

“Not bright green one’s though,” I laughed. This made her laugh, even though I was withering away on the inside. I was glad my embarrassment made her laugh. Maybe it was the wrong thing, but I no longer cared. 

“Yeah, maybe not,” she answered as she hopped onto my bed. 

As she relaxed into my bed, I threw my unlocked phone beside her. “Play something. All I have to do now is some makeup. Don’t worry though, it’ll take like ten-fifteen minutes top.” 

“Take as long as you need, I can wait.” 

I smiled at this. She was patient, and she didn’t judge me for having my underwear out on display as if it were Victoria’s Secret. She was silent and she played music like I asked and she was observing my room and me! Without her saying it was weird that I had picture of cats in almost every square inch of my room. 

Well maybe I was wrong. She did say something about the cats. “Are these your cats?,” she asked. 

My eyebrow pencil waved around in the air as I let out a breathy chuckle and waited for my cheeks to redden. “They’re not… Just some ideas for what I’ll get when I’m older.” 

“Oh,” she said, her smile cutting through her tone. “That’s… interesting. No girl I’ve met has done that.” 

“Yeah well I am probably unlike most people you’ve met. Obviously by the pictures of random cats on my wall and the panties you saw as soon as I opened the door.” 

“I don’t think you’re weird…” 

I looked at her and raised my eyebrow pencil at her. “Don’t lie. I can see through you right now.” 

“You cannot,” she laughed. “I just think you’re… different. Not in a bad way, just a… different way.” 

 I rolled my eyes and looked away. “Whatever you say, Ellie Williams. You’re too normal for me.” 

“Normal?” 

“Yep. Normal. 

“Would a normal person offer you an edible?” 

“Hm,” I murmured. “Maybe not a normal person. Maybe a weirdo.” 

“Well a weirdo is offering you an edible. It’s a gummy ring. I know nothing about you but from what I’ve collected, you are new to this.” 

“And how do you know this?,” I asked, in a slightly flirtatious tone. I wasn’t sure if I was being completely flirtatious, because flirting was not my forte, but I tried. I tried extra hard, because I could feel her next to me now, with her pale torso right beside my face, burning my cheeks. 

“You wrote down everyone in our classes’ description followed by a deeper description of them. To feel them out.” 

“Hmm.” I placed my makeup onto my counter and looked up at her. “Well not only are you a weirdo, but you’re a spy too, huh?” 

She shrugged. “A little. Only ‘cause I wanted to know if you wrote my name down. But you didn’t.” 

“No, I didn’t.” 

“And why not?” 

“Too distracted,” I said. 

“Talking to me?” 

“No, watching our sexy professor.” 

She let out a belly-laugh that made me suck in my lips to stop myself from following her lead. “Oh, please tell me you’re joking.” 

I shrugged. 

She stopped laughing and took a serious look at me. “You are joking, right?” 

I stared at her with a straight face, watching her slowly question my entire existence. Then I smiled. “Yes, joking.” 

“Good,” she said, in her stupidly hot whispering voice that had my heart clawing at my chest. She dipped her hand into the pouch of edibles and took out a peach ring. She cut it in half and grabbed my hand, placing it into my palm. “Half so you can smoke a joint.” 

I popped it into my mouth and chewed. “Thanks. Now shoo, I’m almost done.” 

Why the hell did I already feel like melting into Ellie? 

Not in the OH MY GOD LET’S HAVE SEX RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW way, but in the, You’re sweet and I like that you aren’t mean to me, kind of way. When I took my first hit of my first ever joint, she fished a water bottle from the crevices of her pocket and opened it for me. The crack of the cap opening ringed in my ears and I inhaled as much water as I could. 

“You’re okay,” she murmured whilst rubbing my arm. “This still happens to me sometimes.” 

“Really?” I would gasp. 

“Mhm. Don’t worry about it.” 

I looked up at her with glittery eyelids and glossy eyeballs and smiled. She smiled back, of course, because she was nice and she didn’t make me want to run away. “Ugh,” I then said, cutting off the silence and handing her back the joint. “I like the feeling but damn, my throat hurts.” 

“‘Cause you just coughed up half a lung, Val. Here, just sip on this water while we walk to the place.” 

I followed her instructions and slowly drunk the water. When we got to the party, I was absolutely stoned. It was a good high, I couldn’t lie, but I was out of my body, drifting off somewhere. 

I could tell Ellie noticed because she held me outside with her hands on my arms and a worried expression stuck on her face. “You alright?” 

I smiled. “Yeah, I’m good. Just…” 

“Really high,” she answered. “Got it. So maybe let’s not drink tonight.” 

“Wasn’t planning on it,” I replied. “But maybe just one drink.” 

“One, but 90% lemonade and 10% vodka.” She backed up and stood next to me now—her hand slithered onto my hip for stability and I faltered just a bit. I chuckled but she worriedly asked me, “You alright there? Do we need to sit down?” 

I pursed my lips and shook my head. “Just nervous.” 

There was a smirk forming on her lips. She said nothing but took me up the short set of stairs and into her friend’s house. I’d forgotten the name but I knew it was a guy. She told me that, but she didn’t tell me he was rich as hell. They were apartments where they weren’t truly apartments, more like fucking homes. 

Ellie knocked once then opened the door. She shut it behind us and led us through a dim-lit hallway with a couple of girls and guys attached to the wall. Some girls smiled, but I wasn’t sure if it was at me or Ellie. She was the one gay girls probably drooled over. Because I most certainly was. 

The main room where the music blasted and bottles of vodka and tequila and seltzers lined the table was the living room. Everyone was either sitting on the couch or slouching on the wall as if they were flies. When I turned my head to the right, some more people stood around the dining table, playing college games where they tossed balls and poured water into a glass and stuck cards into seltzer tops. 

Ellie leaned down and whispered in my ear. “You alright if I let go? I’ll grab your hand if you need me to.” 

I shook my head and helped her snake her hand out from around my hip. I didn’t hold onto her but I followed her over to the bar seating around the kitchen counter. Her friend was there, dressed head to toe in black. 

“Kahlo,” Ellie said, and the name finally rushed back into my head. Obviously. “What’s up.” 

“Nothing much, nothing much.” He glanced at me and smiled, shining his pearly white teeth at me. “You brought a friend. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Kahlo.” 

I waved and shined a smile, but a much smaller, more shy smile. “It’s nice to meet you too. I’m Val. Valeria.” 

“Great. I see you found Ellie. She been good?” 

I turned to Ellie and laughed. She rolled her eyes and looked away. “Well we only met today, but yeah, she’s been a good girl.” 

Kahlo’s eyes widened and he averted his gaze to Ellie. “Good girl. Huh.” 

“Alright, shut up. Just make us a drink. 90% cranberry juice, 10% vodka.” 

“Got it.” 

Ellie placed her elbow on the counter beside me and sighed. “You doing alright?” 

“Yeah, I’m good,” I replied. “Do I not look it?” 

She ran her eyes down my body and back up to my face. I saw the lingering of her eyes on my boobs, but kept the scream inside of my ribcage. “You look great, but your eyes are red and droopy.” 

“Hmm. Maybe I’m sad that I don’t have a joint in my mouth right now.” 

She chuckled. “Well then let’s get onto that then.” Kahlo returned with the drinks and Ellie picked them up with one hand, using the other to grab my hand and pull me back outside. No one was out besides a few stray people smoking beside the mini-garden. 

We sat down on the gray steps and she handed me my drink. She set hers down and fished in her pocket for her joints. She took one out and handed it to me, saying, “Open,” as she fished in her pocket once more for her lighter. I opened my mouth and clamped down on the end. She grabbed her lighter, flicked it on, and neared the flame to the tip of the joint. “Pull.” 

I did as she said and blew out once I felt enough smoke simmering in my throat and running down into my chest. I blew out and took the joint out of my mouth. Her mouth opened wide and she smiled, followed by short clapping. “See, you got it.” 

I bowed and clapped right beside her. “Thank you, thank you.” 

She took the joint and took a few hits herself. It was silent between us but like usual, it wasn’t for long. She blew out a puff of smoke and began to speak once more. “So do you like it here?” 

“Yeah,” I answered quickly. “I do. I think I just had to find someone to hang out with.” 

She hummed and handed me the joint. “I meant to ask about your roommate.” 

“Mhm?” 

“Is she like a total bitch?” 

“Not a total one,” I said. “A slight one. She’s all about her boyfriend, but to the point where she cries every time she has to sleep in our room and it’s like she’s a cat crying for her damn owner to come back. She’s also a brat. Spoiled one. The day I moved in she was being such a bitch to her parents. Crying about the space, and how if they had paid some more, she would have been in the post luxurious dorms on campus.” 

“Nothing like you, then?” 

“Hell no!” I exclaimed. “I wanted to punch her in the face.” 

She chuckled. “Well, good to know. But sad to know that that’s why I hadn’t seen you around campus: you were stuck in your dorm the entire week before classes.” 

“Well now you see me, and you like me, so now you don’t have to worry,” I whispered with a smile. 

“Yeah,” she replied, also in a whisper. She took a sip of her drink and took another hit. I was higher out of my mind. I began swaying to the music playing inside that flowed out of the cracks of the front door. She followed along—her shoulder bumped into mine, her arm touched mine and each time we moved apart, she raced back to my skin. I might have been high and thinking wrong, but she kept looking at me with her low, bloodshot eyes, with a look similar to a lion readying itself to eat its prey. 

I wanted to kiss her, but I glued my ass to the ground. I was letting the high thoughts enter into every crevice of my brain. I took a sip of my drink to calm my nerves but it only made me more thirsty. A bit sexually thirsty. 

Fuck. I was having a horny high. 

I looked away and ran my fingers down my braids. “Is it hot?” I questioned. 

“You feel hot?” 

“I think so.” 

Ellie placed her hand on my arm and rubbed up and down like she’d done before. “You wanna walk around?” 

I took a deep breath and turned to her. I looked at her lips, her freckles, her red cheeks, her stupid-pretty eyes. “No.” 

Her eyebrows curled in. “No? You wanna take a sip of water?” 

“No, I just… really wanna kiss you.” 

She sucked her lips into her mouth. In attempts to hide her smile, she ended up smiling  even harder. She lowered her head even further and whispered, “Okay.” 

“I just haven’t really kissed. Not since my junior year when a guy slipped his entire tongue down my throat.” 

Ellie placed her hands on my cheeks and pulled me in. “Enough talk about guys, just kiss me.”

part 3

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