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beomie3 · 8 months

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shoong! - choi yeonjun

pairing: boyfriend idol! yeonjun x fem!reader

summary: an upcoming dance challenge video with one of yeonjun’s role models has him nervous, overworking himself with the tricky choreo. but you’re by his side, there to relax him in more ways than one ;)

wc: 3.9k

warnings: smut, cursing, heavy make out, oral (both giving/receiving), unprotected sex, yeonjun is down bad (so are you), also tons of fluff too!<3

title track: shoong! - taeyang

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"stop! start again," the choreographer's voice echoes throughout the dance studio for the tenth time tonight, biting your nails as you watch yeonjun hang his head in frustration.

his black tank top was beginning to pool with sweat, occasionally lifting it to wipe his forehead as beads formed near his hairline. to say he was tired was an understatement.

after practicing all day for an upcoming tour, he also had to master a solo dance for a challenge video promotion he would be filming soon. you could practically feel his exhaustion from afar when he shot you a tired glance.

you lifted your fist in a "fighting" gesture, being the only form of support fueling him. because right now, the choreographer was on his case and it angered you, if you were being completely honest. you wished she would tone it down a bit. but yeonjun found her harsh orders a helpful form of guidance, always pushing himself to the extreme.

the choreographer cued the music and it began echoing throughout the mirrored studio, the only sound booming other than yeonjun's sneakers squeaking onto the wood floor and her shouting down from five.

he began to move fluidly with the music like he was one with it, moving his hips and arms and legs perfectly, even better than what the choreography called for. he was the best dancer you'd ever seen, and damn was he passionate in what he did.

the song came to its end and he had to lay on the cold, wood floor for a moment to catch his breath, standing up immediately when the choreographer approached him.

"great, now with better visuals." she almost scolded him, noticeably bringing him down with her backhanded compliment. more visuals? but lady, he is the visual. it took everything in you to restrain yourself from walking over there and saying just that. but doing that will probably do more bad than good, ultimately having to painfully retract yourself.

you furrowed your brows, fingernails aching as you watched your boyfriend get into position again, somehow mustering a natural and sultry smile as he did the dance over, body flowing perfectly with the deep bass of the song.

your heart ached for him, already thinking of all the ways you would take care of him after he was done practicing, wanting to give him all the love and care in the world after getting through such a physically draining day.

yeonjun doubled over after the song ended and the choreographer signaled he had "passed" with a few claps and a thumbs up from the staff room, dismissing him for the night as he chugged water and wiped sweat from his face.

he sluggishly made his way over to where you stood by the changing room, melting into your arms as soon as he reached you. it felt as he had just gone for a swim, damp from head to toe with sweat.

"you're gonna kill it tomorrow with taeyang," you assured him, gently rubbing his wet back as he breathed you in. you knew yeonjun was nervous for this, he had worked his ass off perfecting the choreo because he always looked up to taeyang even since his trainee days. and now, he was going to film a promo with him, how surreal.

"i know," he whispered into your hair, the small smile on his face obvious because of his tone. you looked up at his flushed face, plump lips tugged into a sweet open-mouthed smile as he still caught his breath, running a hand through his dark, wet locks.

"c'mon, let's go home," you patted his hip and he nodded sluggishly, quickly slipping on the fresh hoodie you brought him before wrapping an arm around you, exiting the dance studio together.

once you returned to your apartment, you ran junie a shower like you always did after a long, hard practice; either joining him to wash up or staying back in the kitchen to make him his favorite soup while he showered.

today, you made his soup faster than usual, leaving it covered on the stove to retain its warmth while you went to go check on him in the shower.

steam escaped the bathroom as you opened the door, knocking on its wooden frame to advise him you were entering. his head poked out from the shower curtain, black hair slicked back from the water; a heavy glint of worry in his eyes, lips slightly downturned. baby :(

you felt a pang at your heart, immediately entering the steaming room and wrapping your arms around his wet body from where you stood, not caring that you were still fully clothed. you could sense that look from a mile away; he just wanted to be held. to be told everything will be okay.

"i'm just...really worried about tomorrow. what if i mess up? i can't do that in front of taeyang, i just can't." his voice was frail and he sunk his face into your neck and sighed, melting into you as your shirt quickly became soaked from his wet head of hair.

"yeonjun, you're the best dancer i've ever known. the best person i've ever known. you'll do amazing. you are amazing." you lightly massaged his shoulder with your palms, feeling him melt deeper into the hug. his face softened at your kind words, but he still struggled to even fake a smile.

"get in with me?" he didn't even let you respond before he was pulling you in, helping your clothes off and throwing them off next to his on the bathroom floor. he hugged you even tighter now, both of you silent under the running water, just holding him there as he breathed you in, sighing as you stroked his damp hair.

"it's all going to be okay," you whispered into his skin, gently pressing loving kisses to his neck. you wanted to relax him, give him all of your physical affection to remind him of just how much you love him. to calm his nerves before the big day tomorrow which you knew he sure as hell would kill.

trailing your kisses up his neck, under his jaw, and meeting your lips with his pillowy ones, he kissed you back softly.

"don't worry junie." you whispered against his plush lips. this was what he needed; your kisses and your reassurance. the warmth of your body pressed to his in a tight embrace. like you were an angel, coming to save him of all of the harshness of the world.

"it'll all be okay," you trailed your fingers to the tops of his shoulders, lightly rubbing the sore muscles while pressing tender kisses to his collarbones, sensing him lean his head back to the shower wall, relaxing under your touch.

you gently squeezed the muscles of his arms all the way down to his hands, following with the trail of your lips across his chest, working your way down to his lower stomach, where his abdomen slightly tensed in sensitivity. you knelt in front of him, looking up at him with kind eyes, and he looked down at you with a half-lidded gaze, neediness clearly present.

"just relax," you smiled up at him, and he gave you a small nod, the corner of his lip slightly upturned and sucked between his teeth, savoring your delicious touch. his member had already grown helplessly erect since you first started showering his neck in gentle kisses; pressed flush against his stomach and just waiting for your magical touch.

you gently trailed your fingers over his flushed tip, deriving a small shudder from your boyfriend as he leaned back onto the shower wall, eyes closed, just enjoying the moment. you took his heavy hardness into your hand, gently stroking him, kitten-licking the pre-cum off of his tip just the way he needed it.

he sucked air between his teeth at the sensation of your warm tongue on his sensitive tip, a low moan escaping his lips when you licked up and down his length, swirling your tongue on the sensitive skin. you were just too good.

his hand fell to your hair, tangling his fingers between the wet locks as you took him entirely into your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat and slightly making you gag, the feeling fucking fantastic to him.

the way you looked up at him with tears pooling in your eyes from sucking him off so good made all worries flee his head immediately, only thing he could do was watch you, enjoying the insane pleasure you gave him.

his groans grew louder, echoing throughout the bathroom, spewing your name as you quickened your pace, doing everything so perfectly he could just bust at any moment. the way you trailed your fingers up and down his thighs, tracing his hip bones and running them across his abs had him going insane, pleasure through the roof as he released a loud moan, back arching against the shower wall.

"you're so good baby," his voice was low, tongue emerging to wet his lips as you began stroking and sucking simultaneously, getting a good rhythm going before he was a moaning mess, bucking his hips into your hand, rutting himself deeper into your mouth.

"i'm so so close," he pressed his head back onto the wall, slightly pulling at your hair, still gentle with you. but when you quickly flicked your tongue on his tip, it was over; inviting hot cum to shoot all over your mouth, licking your lips clean of it.

he huffed out of breath, eyes half open as he gave you a lazy grin, fucked out of his mind. helping you to your feet as you hugged his waist, he pressed kisses to the crown of your wet hair. the sound of his chuckle brought warmth to your heart; that's all you wanted, was to see your boyfriend happy and worry free.

"your soup is warm and waiting for you in the kitchen," you stroked his cheek, smiling when he placed a small kiss to your lips. he couldn't quite find the right words to thank you, so he pecked your lips repeatedly, holding you so tight. he even forgot exactly what he'd been stressing over, thanks to you. just knowing you'd be by his side tomorrow was all he needed.

and there he was again- next day in the studio, examining his outfit in front of the large mirrors, and you were too; checking out the beige, designer sweater he sported along with some baggy pants and black shoes. he was already absolutely killing it and taeyang had yet to arrive.

you noticed his slightly uneasy posture when he looked over at you, the hint of nervousness in his expression. you beckoned him over quickly.

jogging to over you when the staff weren't looking, you handed him a small napkin, holding the weight of his favorite cookie you had baked him this morning before you drove over to watch his big filming day.

he unraveled it, revealing the small sugar cookie with "yj fighting<3!!" piped onto it perfectly with baby blue frosting, bringing a blushing smile to his cheeks which he failed to hide with his other hand, finding it the cutest thing ever.

he slipped the cookie between his lips, smiling even bigger when the sweet flavor soothed his nerves. "you're the best," he praised your baking skills with a full mouth, chewing quickly and giving you a quick peck on the lips before running off to the dance floor when the choreographer emerged from the staff room.

the minutes went by of watching your boyfriend gain more and more confidence during his warm ups, rehearsing the song thoroughly before the arrival of the other idol.

you almost wanted to kick your feet at watching yeonjun's reaction to meeting taeyang; their interaction was professional yet so wholesome, bowing every second they could and you smiled, so happy to see your boyfriend enjoying himself with one of his role models. you were beyond proud of him, and you're sure many other moas felt the same.

after some small talk, it was time to begin filming, and you dialed in on yeonjun, praying that he would find his confidence through it all. and boy did he ever; moving so in tune with the music that he practically became it, mesmerizing you.

and damn was he sexy, moving his body carefully yet rhythmically with each beat, giving it his all when it came to his solo in front of the camera. he gave the camera a few winks and he looked over at you after each take, shooting you the same wink. you simply melted in your little spot by the changing room.

the sound of shoong! by taeyang was long engraved in your ears by now as it was probably the hundredth time hearing it over the span of two days. but you could never get tired of watching your man dance, eyes trailing his every slick move; every subtle rut and roll of his hips and flick of his tongue over his lips. feeling so lucky that such a man was yours.

you felt yourself slightly hold your breath during each take, fingers crossed that yeonjun would be happy with his performance and not too hard on himself, and every time he shot you a satisfied smile after each monitoring period, you brimmed with happiness, so glad he could see himself shine the same way you did.

after several hours of watching your boyfriend and taeyang dance professionally through the choreography countless times, getting takes with every angle possible, they said their goodbyes and he was dismissed for the night.

a large smile grew on junie's cute face as he ran over to you like an excited puppy, wrapping his arms around you tightly, nearly picking you up.

"see!! i knew you could do it! i'm so proud of you." your words simply meant the world to yeonjun, gazing into your sparkling eyes as you both brimmed with contentment. his love for you grew in this moment, wanting to repay you for being so amazing.

you weren't even halfway through the front door of your apartment before you had to come up for a breath amidst your heavy make out with yeonjun, his hands trailing everywhere imaginable on your body as you stumbled past the door.

shutting it with his foot, yeonjun scooped you up, wrapping your legs around his hips as he pressed you against the wall of the living room, decorating your neck with kisses and love bites.

"we deserve a little celebration don't we?" he mumbled already out of breath against your ear, and you nodded, basking in the excitement of the moment.

"you actually did so good junie," you kissed his neck softly as he carried you to the bedroom, hearing his small giggle as he set you down on the bed.

"only because of my #1 cheerleader," he leaned down, pressing his hips in between your legs and reuniting his lips with yours. the kisses were hot and passion-filled, making him begin to sweat even after all of the dancing he had done tonight.

he helped your shirt off of you, throwing it off to the side where your shoes were also kicked off, kissing a trail in between your breasts and down to your pants, undoing the button with a swift tug.

you could already feel wetness pooling in your underwear from the moment he was playing with the hem of your waistband in the taxi on the way home, occasionally slipping his pinky under and tickling the skin, hinting at you of what he wanted to do tonight.

and here you two were, not even home for three minutes and already a whimpering, moaning mess as you made out half naked on the bed, lips swollen from his nibbles as he lightly circled your clit through your panties.

you pulled his sweater off and threw it aside, running your fingers across his damp skin as he shivered, smirk widening against your lips. his lips ghosted down to your waistband, leaving a trail of kisses and goosebumps behind as he slowly peeled your underwear from your throbbing wetness, just begging to be touched by the handsome man in front of you.

teasing you with a few thigh kisses, he spread your legs far apart, hooking them under his elbows and then over his shoulders as he got a good look at you, licking his lips at how delicious you looked glistening in the dim lighting of the bedroom.

"thank you for being there for me, always," he flicked his eyes up at you with a warm smile, diving in between your legs before you could even say anything back but the moan that escaped your throat, arching your back at the sheer pleasure as he licked up and down your folds gratefully, savoring every bit of your essence.

yeonjun knew what the hell he was doing in many different aspects. in this one, he for sure knew how to make you scream his name and have you coming all over his face in a matter of minutes.

curling his fingers up to hit your jackpot, hot pleasure dispersing throughout your body, eyes rolling back as he fucked his fingers into you, flicking his tongue against your bundle of nerves deliciously.

one loud moan of his name and your legs were shaking on his shoulders, giving out when you rode out your wave of absolute pleasure, leaving your juices on his fingers which he licked clean.

he was quick to kiss you again while you caught your breath and recovered from the pulsations of your orgasm, helping him unbuckle his pants and dropping them to the floor; every vein visible on the imprint of his rock hard member through his underwear.

you were already soaking wet again when you helped him peel his underwear off of his hips; the sight of his dick springing out had your mouth practically watering again, just needing to lick off the bead of precum that formed at his tip.

but that was all he allowed you to do, wanting to take care of you this time, considering last night only he had finished and not you. in his eyes, you deserved to come even twenty times if you were up to it.

he took control, pressing you back down onto the bed as he kissed you, his warm member nudging against your stomach, so hard you just wanted to be stuffed full already.

taking your legs in either of his hands, he held them up in the air, tapping his tip against your entrance and then entering slowly to give you time to adjust, easing in so effortlessly due to how drenched you were.

he threw his head back at your warmth that engulfed him to no end, walls sucking him in perfectly. he threw your legs onto his shoulders so that they bent at the knees, hands on the plush of your hips to support each of his thrusts as he began to slowly and deeply pound into you, your moans echoing though the room with slaps of skin.

his hips snapped rhythmically against your own, which after all, yeonjun knew how to use his hips considering how amazing of a dancer he was; leaving you mesmerized with them more so after watching him dance tonight. and now you were getting to see him use them up close and personal, grinding skin to skin against you with every twitch inside of you, practically wanting to scream.

he fucked you slow and deep, then hard and fast; knowing exactly when to speed up or slow down. not to mention, he liked to switch positions frequently, flipping you so easily around like you were putty in his hands.

he had you on all fours now, ass in the air as he pounded into you from behind; doggy being the best angle to spank you in, because he knew you loved it.

"fuuuckkkk," he drew out his words, a groan in his throat as he watched your ass bounce back onto his thighs, kneading the plush of your skin with a firm grasp and slapping it gently.

you were already about to come again and he could sense it by the way you tightened around him, growing louder as he reached around to palm your breasts, fingers circling your sensitive nipples.

"jun-" you could only moan half of his name, chanting it over and over like a prayer, sheets messy with sweat and some drool as you buried your face into the pillows.

"wanna come on my cock y/n? yeah? give it to me." he spoke through gritted teeth, giving it to you so good you were on the brink of exploding.

you spasmed violently all over him, doing everything in his power not to finish quite yet; thrusting into you slower to let you catch you breath, gently turning your face with his fingers to kiss your lips, warm chest pressed to your back.

before you knew it, he flipped you over again, his body weight melting on top of you as his cock was still buried deep inside, subtly twitching as you fluttered around him. he went slow, kissing you in what felt like slow motion as he hit the deepest parts of you, splitting you open with each of his thrusts.

his face was flushed, even more than when he dances, eyes half-lidded and sultry and gazing deeply into yours, lips plump and dark middle part messy over his wet forehead. he was sexy as ever.

his hips stuttered and you decided you wanted to give him a break after doing all the hard work, maneuvering him so that he lay on his back, you on top.

he got a beautiful view from this angle, well, you each did. but he smiled, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he gently palmed your tits, trailing his fingers down your waist and over the plush or your ass.

you rode him steadily, watching his dick stretch you perfectly from where he was laying. you thought maybe you could last a little longer for him, but the moment his thumb rhythmically massaged your clit, it was over. there you were bouncing on him, getting yourself off to the friction of his tip against your g-spot and nearly crying at how amazing he felt.

sensing you were so close and tired, he began rutting his hips up and into you, fucking you so hard you were almost dizzy, fisting the sheets in your hands as he pulled them from you and interlaced your fingers with his instead.

"you're so fucking good," you moaned at the last second before he was finishing inside of you, the warmth spreading around your core and pushing you to the edge as well as you collapsed to his chest in a sweaty heap.

you both breathed heavily, your head rising and falling on his chest as he caught his breath, pushing his wet bangs out of his face before hugging you tight.

you both lay there, pressing kisses to one another, talking about the events of the day and how excited he was to see how the promotion would turn out.

"tell me why that song is still stuck in my head," you weakly laughed on his chest, envisioning the smooth choreography in your head and how well he danced to it today.

"maybe i'll teach you?" he smiled down at you and you happily nodded, knowing that you two would probably end up back in this bed because dancing with yeonjun always gets you heated.

he kissed you again, so satisfied with everything in his life; knowing that if he had his #1 supporter next to him, he could conquer any hard choreo.

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a/n: if you made it this far, tysm for reading! <3 this is inspired by the t:time ep of yeonjun’s behind the scenes shooting of shoong! and i’ve also been trying to learn this choreo so why not write a fic!😭 hope you enjoyed <33

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luvrxbunny · 4 months

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okay so let’s think 🤔

i think it’s been a VERY long time since Joel had sex. i’m thinking he probably messed around for a few years after Sarah died just to feel something but after that didn’t work he probably just gave up

so now after over 10yrs of no sex, hes gotten to a point where he thinks he could just live without it. like he barely has the urge anymore.

he doesn’t even get a little inkling until he meets you. but it’s only a twinge in his gut. he doesn’t get hard but he does get turned on, sensitive and the twinge flares more depending on what you do, what you’re wearing, how close to him you’re standing.

but then you guys start dating. because shockingly.. for some reason.. he gives you that same reaction— of course a lot stronger on your end

he explains this all to you, he says it’s his age but you assume it also has to do with everything he’s been through. so you don’t push it! you’d never do that to him, give him that guilt or pressure.

but something about you being his makes that little twinge become a punch to the gut. seeing you in his kitchen, making him breakfast, makes something stir in his crotch that he barely even recognizes.

then he sees you fitting into a motherly role with ellie, maybe closer to a big sister but there is maternity mixed in for sure and that causes something he’s not even equipped to deal with.. he’s starting to get hard.

it’s just a halfie but it’s more than he’s felt in years. and he just has to wait for it to go down. it’s torture.

that goes on for a while. things get exponentially worse when you move in with him. you start acting like his wife. making him coffee to go to work with in the morning, packing him lunch and setting out his clothes. you even wash his boots for him when they get too dirty or on a particularly hot day you’ll have a bath ready for him when he gets home. he’s so hard, he’s leaking.

he eventually has to figure out how to jerk off all over again cus god knows what he likes now. it takes a lot of trial and error but he’s finally able to cum for the first time in way too long.

but that just makes everything worse

because now he knows how to solve the probelm, now that his body knows this is an option, he’s getting hard no matter what you do.

you could come to him with help for a recipe, not able to understand what they’re asking and he’ll get hard. you could walk past him, he’d get a whiff of your perfume and he’s hard. you touch his arm to move past him and he’s hard.

this leads to many trips to the bathroom. he doesn’t last long, not that he tries to anyway, and he’s found that he can cum many times in one day.

you start coddling him because he’s obviously fatigued and god that makes him hard. you cuddle him, letting him be the little spoon as you both take a “much needed and earned nap” and fuck he’s leaking into his boxers.

his entire body is tense and shaking in your sleepy arms. it’s never been this bad before. he can’t think of a time it was even this bad when he was younger.

he sneaks a hand down to his crotch and desperately digs his palm into the tent in his boxers. the relief is immediate, he has to dig into his lip until it bleeds to hold in the groan that wanted out. he can’t believe himself, the depraved man he’s become.

his hand slides down into his boxers and his stomach is trembling at his own touch. something about you being right next to him is turning all his senses up to 11.

his hand wraps around his cock and it’s the most heavenly thing he’s felt. he can’t help the moan of your name that slide up his throat and leaves his mouth as a whisper. you stir beside him and his cock pulses in his hand.

what if you woke up? what would you do if you caught him like this? would you like it?

i got carried away AGAIN

#i just want him to feel good #RAAAAAAH #JOEL MILLER #joel x reader #joelxreader #joel imagine #joel the last of us #joel miller fanfic #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n

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juuuulez · 27 days

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📋 | carmen berzatto nsfw alphabet.

don’t ask what possessed me today. it was definitely all the weed.

soo much nsfw under the cut….this is just paragraphs of porn.

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act):

whatever ur carmy kink headcanons are i think we all agree that he’s really sweet afterwards :( he might suddenly get nervous or anxious and overthink everything you’ve done (“are you sure you’re alright?” “i know, i know, baby ‘m just.. i wanna take care of you, yeah?”) and you’ll have to assure him it’s okay! you loved it, he was perfect, he didn’t hurt you. he just wants some reassurance and then he’ll be finding you some water, a snack, whatever you need! (“just crackers? ‘cus i’ve got this new recipe, it’s a soup, i can make it—“ “nobody wants soup after sex, carm.”)

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers):

carmy doesn’t like many things about himself, initially.. until you’re quick to vocalise exactly how amazing he is. immediately, carmy is enamoured with just what he can do with his hands. his palm covering the entirety of your neck when you kiss, or how his fingers looked splayed over your hip. and fuck, his fingers! they’re really thick, and carmen secretly gets off on the fact that your fingers are so much smaller, so even alone, you’ll never be able to finger yourself as good, never be able to reach those spots that carmy touched with ease.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it):

let’s be so honest carmen berzatto marking kink is so real. it starts out as a practicality, pulling out to spill over your thighs, sticky white liquid that clung to your curves, and carmy found himself growing more aroused the longer he stared at it. now, even if you’re on the pill, carmy will pull out for the sole purpose of pumping his cum wherever he can, a physical reminder of what’s his, because despite all his flaws, you belong to him.

however, assuming carmy can hold back cumming well enough for this is bold, so it usually ends in covering your already sticky cunt and lower stomach in it.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory):

he jerked off with your panties once. it was near the start of your relationship, and carmen was so busy with the re-brand, he barely got to see you. so, one of the rare days he was over, he’d done some laundry for the both of you. and found some pink lace panties. and kept them. and, those nights he’d come home late and exhausted and slightly miserable, unable to call you for you were at home fast asleep, carmen.. used them to jerk off! sue him! he felt so guilty about it (poor baby) and admitted to it after a couple months of dating. he seemed so ashamed that you couldn’t help but go easy on the punishment… tying him to the bed and getting him off by only grinding over his swollen cock, wearing those same pink lace panties.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing):

of course he doesn’t. not properly, at least. carmy’s never had girlfriends, and maybe had a hook-up or two at fancy chef events in New York or Paris or wherever. nothing that mattered, at least. so this time, he’s careful and attentive. asking questions like he’s studying for a test, watching every single movement, every reaction. you wouldn’t be surprised if he was taking notes.

F= Favorite position:

ooof carmen definitely wants to see your face. he likes holding it in his big palms, whispering sweet words over your lips and swallowing your moans (“c’mon sweetheart, you can do it.. just one more for me, huh? fuck— your cunt fuckin’ wants it yeah? that’s it..”). probably missionary mostly, maybe he fucks you from behind one early-morning, his forehead pressed to your neck while the sun seeps in through the blinds.

G= Goofy (how serious are they):

not exactly serious, but he definitely gets into the zone. for him, sex isn’t casual, and it’s a time that means a lot to him. he’s choosing to be vulnerable for someone, and in turn, feels special that he’s allowed to see you like this. carmen can loose himself in the moment, his mind going uncharacteristically blank, too focused on the pure sensation and emotion connected with it. despite this, carmy can always be found gently tapping your cheek, pushing through the haze to ask “you with me, baby? feel good?”, because his pleasure only comes when you’re still into it.

H= Hair (grooming habits):

carmen doesn’t particularly allocate time to grooming down there, it’s not really a priority, unless his partner explicitly made it clear to him that was of interest. however, i don’t think carmy has the thickest of hair, just dark little curls in all the normal places. idk guys just thinking about shirtless lip…..he’s a pretty smooth guy.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty):

definitely depends. i wanna say a mix of both? when you’re into it carmen is so lovely, making sure to express how much he loves you, how much you mean to him. but private time doesn’t come around very often, so it’s usually instigated with a needy carmen coming home, exhausted from a long shift, his hands gripping at your waist before the words come out. his actions aren’t demanding at all, still gentle, but hurried and desperate to get inside your cunt.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often):

carmy is so a shower jerk person. i know guys i just know. he doesn’t like making a mess anywhere else, because it’s just an inconvenience, and cleaning the sheets or another shirt is just another useless task he doesn’t have time for. it’s rare he begins with the intention of jerking off, either. the hot shower melts away a day of tension, and carmen finds himself finally relaxing, finally tuning into his body, only to realise how much he needs this.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual):

we’ve already established the marking kink… and now listen 😝 i am a sub carmy truther guys! i can’t help it he’s so baby i need him to cry for me ;( but carmy definitely likes being bossed around, being told what to do, when he gets to cum.. it’s a change from being in control of literally everything, which most of the time carmen feels all he does falls apart, so he enjoys not having to think (which usually means second-guess and reconsider and debate and obsess).

L= Location (where they like to get it on):

every single carmen office quickie fic is SO SO SO SO SO SEXY they always have me foaming and barking like a rabid animal….however i’m gonna have to say his or your bed! he likes the idea of you being comfortable..bonus points for you guys probably fucking more often on the couch, since needy carmen can’t wait long enough to split you open :(

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons):

there are a variety of ways to get carmen in the mood, but his #1 is a confident partner who takes what they want. imagine carmy obsessing over the new menu, spending endless hours in the living room, papers and recipes and notes scattered over the table. you’ve barely gotten any attention all night, not necessarily in a needy way, just that this was supposed to be your night off together. the solution is actually quite easy: climbing onto the table, obscuring carmen’s vision of his work. before a protest can leave his lips, brows furrowed in confusion and slight distress, your hands are firmly pressing down on his shoulders. “you’re gonna eat me out, yeah? like you promised?” and he is DOWN on his knees, mind fucking short-circuiting, because suddenly there is nothing he’d rather do.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do):

carmen really doesn’t like seriously hurting you, so no intense spanking or choking. however i really love choking 🙄🙄 so i think he’d wrap his hand around your neck, his finger rubbing the hinge of your jaw, his warm palm a gentle assurance of the power he has without fully exercising it.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are):

pussy eating champ…carmen genuinely gets off on being able to make you feel good. his strong arms bracketing your thighs, fingers digging into the plush skin, holding you to his mouth while his tongue fucks deep. carmy can’t help but rut against the mattress, hips hastily thrusting in tune to your moans, the swollen head of his dick rubbing against the sheets. “please, baby, please.. c’mon, just a little longer, please— i need it so fuckin’ bad.” he’ll cry into your cunt after your first orgasm, needing to eat your sopping pussy in order to cum.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed):

soft, grinding rolls of his hips against yours, holding your cunt against the base of his cock, letting your clit rub against his skin. carmen takes it slow, making sure to hit the spongy place right up inside you, the one that makes you cry and squirm.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard):

carmen prefers to take his time with it, but more often you find yourself hurriedly making love on the couch, bench, shower, maybe even his car. clothes scattered around the room, a bra on the chair, carmen’s boxers under the coffee table. he’ll take you wherever he can, whenever the time finally allows it, and he makes it deep and fast.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things):

anything you want, he’ll hear you out. carmen loves to learn, he wants to know everything that makes you tick, and will willingly absorb anything you have to teach. that’s not to say he isn’t nervous, as he finds himself always double-checking you’re still alright, asking if it still feels good.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts):

definitely a multiple rounds kinda guy. he can’t help it! the sight of you laying there, stripes of cum over your stomach and shiny slick on your thighs, carmen finds himself hard all over again. expect a round two, maybe three from him, and even then he’ll probably eat you out again.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers):

carmen doesn’t see the use for sex toys, since he’d much prefer to be the one providing you pleasure. definitely not fully opposed, though, he’ll fuck you long and slow with a vibrator on nights where he just wants to watch and study you.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves):

i 🩷 edging so carmen 🩷’s edging! carmy puts on this needy desperate front (“please, fuck, i need’a cum, ‘m not kidding.”) but there is NOTHING alike to carmy’s mind going completely blank after denying his third orgasm in a row, his cock swollen and throbbing with each pass of your hand, only for you to finally give him permission (“cum for me, carmy, i’ve got you.”)

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk):

think about the lowest, guttural moans you’ve ever heard. as carmen gets closer, they taper off into higher whines, soft whispers into your skin about how much he wants this.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort):

now, carmen does not take disrespect in the kitchen, and clearly doesn’t tolerate people talking back. but you? there’s a certain fire in his stomach, when you glare at him over the pass, or don’t back up whenever he gets into your personal space. if you stand your ground, firm and sure about whatever you’re doing, carmen feels himself fostering a growing mixture of respect and arousal.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants):

i just KNOW carmen is thick…the stretch seems impossible every time, his cock filling up every inch inside your hot cunt, while carmen whispers that it’s going to be alright, that you can take it.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level):

higher than carmen has time for. hence the jerking off in the shower, and fucking you on the couch. he’ll take anything that he can get, for he knows time isn’t on his side.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after):

carmy will ask you a hundred questions about how you’re feeling, if you need anything, what he can do, before finally settling in beside you. sometimes he’ll lay there for a few minutes, before dragging himself up, uttering some excuse about needing to revise the new menu. you’ll fuss, try and pull him back down, and he’ll fold almost instantly.

#the bear fx #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto smut #the bear smut

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I deserve this

A/N; at this point its obvious that i inspire in rebzyyx songs

Pairing; "Your Boyfriend" x AFAB!Reader (cus people are scared of the word trans)

CW; reader becomes willing at the end i swear / unhealthy, obsessive and possesive love / sensitive topics such as mental health, depression, anxiety, fear of abandonment, dissociation, suicidal thoughts / a crazy concept: he talks about his emotions!! / non-con, violence, like, i cry while i masturbate

It's quite blurry trying to remember how it all started, it seemed harmless to accept a date from a stranger, he gave you a beautiful rose and was quite kind to you.

Feeling that people could like you, that someone could be romantically interested in you, because of who you are, your personality, that they knew your… desires?

Because you had dreams, of course.

…

Your dream was to live, to live a quiet life, a stable, pleasant job, with good pay, a normal and peaceful life, where the deep emptiness in your heart was non-existent, years had passed and the monotonous feeling did not disappear, you had already accepted the pain, after all, if you felt that constantly it was probably because you did something wrong at some point, right?

But that was a personal dream that would never be shared.

And it's not like that matters now, not when you're in… A room, that's funny, your last memory is of Peter slamming you against the table to tie your limbs since their last date didn't end as expected and It was time to go home.

Return to an empty home, for what? Peter was more than willing to take care of you, why was he so scary? Accepting it would have made things easier, but you ruined everything by trying to run away, you even fought tooth and nail, that was too pathetic now that you remember it, maybe you DO deserve all the shit that is happening.

You could have saved yourself so much terror and attacks.

"PETER ENOUGH! PLEASE! LET ME GO! NO! NO! FUCK, PLEASE!" You tore out your throat with terrified screams and tried to claw at his skin until your fingers were bloody, biting the hands that tried to stop your screams, hitting his face with your elbows and kicking him away, crawling like a dying animal away from him. "PETER!" You sobbed sharply before losing consciousness.

But nothing worked, resisting only made all that shit worse and now you were tied up, in Your boyfriend's old clothes.

You barely remember how you got to that place, or if time passed, anyway that doesn't matter anymore, from one day to the next you find a very small piece of clothing that turned out to be yours, time passed, your body grew but your mind didn't, they keep lying but you know that your life will depend on how well you do it.

And you're not doing it right, you tried to adopt toxic happiness but you couldn't even maintain it for a while before exploding, sadness was already an everyday thing and you just weren't feeling it anymore.

"Dear?"

Just peace please, how hard could that be? It was annoying, you even felt angry for feeling so empty, because people were so rude and the constant rejection killed you socially.

It was hard to breathe, wasn't it?

"Love? Do you hear me?"

It feels like the end, your soul is bleeding, you wish your stupid job made you feel a little more alive and motivated to continue.

And now you have done so many things to escape from that monster that pulls you back to the room to devour you under the bed.

"Darling!" Your boyfriend's voice echoed through the room, making you look at him once and for all, your eyes tired despite having been unconscious most of the time.

"…" You wanted to respond, really, but what were you supposed to say?

"You must be exhausted, you didn't even touch dinner" It was a tricky phrase, he had tried to feed you since you were tied up.

"Peter-…"

"I already told you that I prefer to be called other way, honey" He responded with a smile and a definitely not irritated tone.

"I want to sleep" He left your lips, he was being so caring, taking care of your health.

He kidnapped you.

And you couldn't even thank him for it.

He knocked you out.

You really were an ungrateful shit, weren't you?

He locked you up.

You wanted to return the signs of affection.

Soon the ropes left your body, Peter helped you stand up and you both walked to the bedroom, he was still carrying a small plate with a light dinner, he refused to let you go to bed without having eaten dinner.

Once in bed, he made sure that you had a proper dinner, and he helped you change your clothes so that you would be comfortable in bed, he also did the same with his attire and now you were both lying down. It always made your stomach churn when he looked at your half-naked body.

"Dear" He murmured next to you while you tried to sleep as soon as possible, so many things had happened those last few days that the only way out was to sleep, you had probably already been fired from your job for not showing up. "Honey, love, darling," he said sweetly as his hand went up to your cheek, he simply looked at you with a huge and probably painful smile on his face, almost tattooed, you made him so happy with your mere presence.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, your mind still cloudy enough to refuse anything, so you just went up to kiss him, the room was very dark and there weren't even crickets echoing at night, the amount of silence was overwhelming… of course, that didn't count the lip-smacking they shared.

So it continued.

For a long time.

"Pet-…uhm, I mean, honey, I'm tired and I want to sleep" You interrupted the honey session.

"Please, you don't have to do anything, just let me love you, darling" his voice was soft, soothing to that darkness but not to the painful weight in your heart and the knot in your stomach, his touches felt strange.

You know that's wrong, you don't like it.

You didn't stop him, just like he said, you let him love you as you closed your eyes and a buzzing sound echoed in your head, like television static, your bottom clothes had disappeared, but that didn't matter.

You couldn't hear anything, you didn't see anything, your body reacted but your mind was very far from that place, you wandered through your memories, fantasies of a life you were never going to have.

It was really digging into your cunt, huh? Even when your mind wanted to flee somewhere else, it was undeniable how he held your thighs and you gasped heavily with each thrust.

His member was still dripping his seed, did he use protection? You don't know, you don't care.

It doesn't matter.

B e cau se s oon y o u w il l b e d ea d.

"Honey? Didn't you enjoy it?" Peter asked with a worried frown.

What the hell is wrong with you? Do you no longer have respect for yourself? You know it's going to hurt you.

Don't you mind dying? You lost hope and you don't even try to help yourself anymore, damned and pathetic attempt at being human, really unnecessary.

"Honey…" Peter caressed your cheeks and brought his forehead to yours, sighing softly and carrying your body to the bathroom in the room.

You didn't say anything either, you just felt how it was cleaning your body, the water was warm, the bathtub full of bubbles, and it smelled pretty good, like coconut soap. Peter hummed quietly as he treated your body with the utmost affection, you were sure he was whispering things in your ear but you were barely aware of your surroundings.

When your eyes finally focused on something you could see the ceiling of the room thanks to the moonlight, Peter was behind you, hugging your body, caressing your hair, and sniffing the soapy fragrance.

"You are so sweet, so unique, so kind, so special to me, a truly exceptional person, I will do everything to make you feel comfortable, darling, I love you so much, my adorable-…"

"Peter"

"… Yes love?" This time he didn't argue about that name, you were finally talking and that was good.

"I'm sorry I feel so alone, I know you're here but…" You wish you could give him an answer but that was something even you hadn't figured out yet.

"It's okay, honey, I'll be with you to hold you, forever."

♡

#yandere x reader #your boyfriend #yandere visual novel #yandere #your boyfriend peter #yb x y/n #yb game #yb peter #your boyfriend x reader #smut #tw noncon #afab reader

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junicult · 1 year

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Uh so what would the bachelors react like if you ask them to go in raw for the first time? Sorry I’m curious and you’re an amazing writer :)

!! how the bachelors would react to wearing no protection

contains ; fem!farmer. established relationships. major nsfw. minors dni pleaseee!!! breeding kink. unprotected sex (obvi.) serious talk of children for a few. one mention of the word daddy pls don’t kill me. missionary / cowgirl. kitchen sex. creampie(s). cockwarming. praise!! minor degradation if u squint.

note ; ok freak i like u

harvey.

- he’s so addicted to health, and staying safe and whatnot,

- so it’s no surprise he prefers condoms.

- has literally never not worn a condom during sex. i’m being fr.

- and the only time he’d ever feel comfortable without wearing a condom is if you already had a conversation about children, and were both on the same page on wanting them.

- not to ruin your day if you were hoping otherwise 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

- cus if you asked him to without even talking about kids, i’m sorry but he won’t.

- he can’t be quick enough to pull out.

- but i can assure you, once the conversation has been had…ohh myyy godddd.

- first of all, he was baffled u wanted to have kids considering you’re so busy.

- mostly bc u mentioned it so randomly, while you were both lazily recapping your day in bed at night.

- “are you serious? with me?”

- he’s like…so smiley now.

- the next day he’s absolutely cheesin. grin on his cheeks, even while he’s in his office at work.

- helps you figure out ur ovulation schedule 🫡

- he’s a doctor. ofc it goes beyond just fucking u until it works.

- and when you’re finally ovulating…

- haha.

- he makes you a nice, fancy dinner just for the fun of it. also bc he loves pampering you.

- …and if he’s going to put his kids in u then he’s going to do it right!

- “i love you so much, y’mean everything to me.” hands all over your waist, lips hardly pulling away to murmur.

- he’s almost ravenous.

- he’s never been more affectionate. and that’s saying something.

- kissing you so much, mumbling so many words of praise so your ears go numb.

- and he’s not a huge fan of hickeys (probably thinks it’s more childish)

- but i can assure u this man’s lips are hardly leaving your neck.

- he’s prepping you like never before. on his fingers, mouth, ur cumming at least three times before he puts it in.

- it’s like a silent thank you. if ur letting him fuck you raw, the least he can do is make his own lube.

- literally asks, “are you sure you want me to?” after you’ve been begging for what felt like hours.

- kisses you so long, and so hard before he aligns himself.

- holds your hands, and he’s so slow and careful while he pushes in even though you’re used to him already.

- “finally get to do this…” he sighs, like he’s been waiting forever.

- which he literally has. he’s always wanted a family, so this is quite literally his dream lmfao.

- his head thrown forward, eyes pinched closed while you just cockwarm him for a sec because holy fuck this is what your cunt feels like, no obstructions.

- “oh my—nngh, you feel so good,” teeth seething while his breaths are already starting to stutter.

- he whimpers when he pulls his hips back.

- he’s honestly so indecisive. doesn’t know if he wants to kiss you, or watch you so he keeps just doing both.

- can’t help but look down at the sight of him sliding in and out of u.

- …and the creamy ring around the base of his cock🫡🫡

- and how you’re whining, “s’too much, ffuck y’too much,” just bc of rounds of overstimulation.

- but good for him bc there’s no way he can last that much longer.

- he never realized how good sex can feel without a condom.

- or maybe it’s bc u both know what the end goal is.

- u practically sob when he reaches his hand between ur bodies to rub your clit.

- “just let it out baby, i’m so close, fuck.”

- he cums so fucking much.

- he’s literally cumming for like 15 seconds straight.

- and despite that, he knows that won’t be the only time he’ll be cumming inside of you.

- good thing it takes multiple tries to make a baby.

sam.

- probably a spur of the moment decision.

- you’re both just way too horny to care enough.

- this man is clingy. he sometimes forgets that you’re extremely busy, and he likes to spend the majority of his time at least somewhere within the same vicinity as you.

- so if you have spent the last couple days way too busy to go see him, or for him to come see you,

- you better believe the moment you’re in his arms he’s not letting you go.

- “can’t believe you made me wait so long, missed you so much.” he’s pouting lmfao.

- acting like he hasn’t seen you in years.

- i mean, it’s depressing but he’s so used to being without his dad for so long and he hates it, so obviously he doesn’t like not seeing you for some time.

- burying his face in the crook of your neck while you cook at the stove.

- his hands are already feeling your stomach, rubbing your skin and tilting his head to the side to watch you work.

- needy sam needy sam needy saaaammmmm.

- he’s softly kissing your neck, gently wrapping himself tighter around you.

- and his hard-on is pressing into your thigh.

- but fuck it, you’re not even that hungry anyways.

- literally immediately turning around to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in to make out with him.

- and he’s almost faster then you, pressing you into the cabinets, his skilled lips moving so quickly against yours. so desperately.

- he’s DEPRIVED.

- “been wanting you so bad. had to get off to just the thought of you last night, y’killin me,” into your ear after his teeth softly nip at your lobe.

- his hands reach down to slide under your thighs, lifting you into the counter.

- yes the stove is still on.

- but who cares about a fire hazard when you’re in love??

- slotting himself between your parted knees, lifting your dress just enough so he can reach his hand underneath your underwear.

- rubs ur clit before dipping his fingers into your cunt.

- “you’re soaked. missed me just as much, did you?”

-…licks his fingers…

- and that’s abt as much prep as ur gonna get for tn LMFAO.

- he’s already tugging down his pants, freeing his painfully hard cock from its restraint and already lining himself up at your entrance.

- he’s leaking with precum, so this step isn’t necessary but he still drags his tip between your folds to gather some more of your slick before he pushes in.

- it takes like five thrusts before he realizes.

- “fuck, i forgot a condom—“

- “i don’t care.” you murmur breathlessly, and in his mouth just before you pull him back in for a messy makeout.

- and that’s enough for him to not give a fuck either.

- because you’re so warm, and tight, and you feel so fucking good that he’s already forgetting all about it.

- VOCCAAAALLLL!!!!!!!

- literally each time he pushes back in he’s letting out a moan into your ear,

- a whiny little mess just because he hasn’t felt your pussy in two fucking days.

- he’s so pretty when he cums, and ik he’s cumming fast this time around.

- probably takes like two minutes.

- has to hold onto the cupboard, especially when your legs tie around the back of his waist and he’s immediately throwing his forehead onto your shoulder, panting while he cums inside of u.

- oh but he’s a gentleman.

- so give him a sec, and then he’s lowering himself to his knees to thank you for his impatience.

shane.

- AHHHH!!!!!

- he’s no stranger to going in raw, i’m gonna be fr.

- back in his glory days i’d say he’d wear condoms almost every time.

- there was the occasional, “both way too drunk to remember” situation, but that was only sometimes. and thankfully no mistakes 🫡

- but when it came to you, he always wore a condom.

- bc u guys definitely fucked before you were ever in a relationship, you had to have the STD and safe sex talk.

- and as your “situationship” grew, the more you realized you both were strictly just having sex with each other.

- you went from fucking, to catching feelings, to dating.

- so romantic.

- anyways, ur a busy woman, and he’s in zero position to be a father. he needs to work on himself before he can raise a whole living being.

- as he’s gotten older, he’s settled down tremendously. he’s learned to stop letting insecurities get in the way, and he recognizes the fact that you do genuinely love him as much as he loves you.

- so what i’m saying is, condoms were always in the picture.

- aside from the couple times you both accidentally forgot.

- which happens, y’know. but thankfully nothing came out of it when you weren’t ready, so you both went on with your lives.

- once again, i wanna say it was probably a spur of the moment decision.

- although, it was definitely on your mind for a while. you just didn’t mean to let it slip so easily like this.

- you’re already panting against his cheeks, shaking your head to stop him from reaching over into your nightstand to grab the rubber.

- “just forget it, don’t wear one. please, i need you so bad. need you right now.” you whine, already naked aside from your dress you only cared enough to ride up your chest.

- “what?” he’s breathless, and confused.

- “please, i’ve been waiting all day, just fuck me already.”

- that’s enough to fucking kill him.

- he’s already latching his lips onto yours, pulling his boxers down his legs and squeezing your hips in his palms.

- you’re already prepped, from his fingers, and the fact that you’ve been literally dripping all day.

- so he doesn’t waste any more time. he needs you just as much as you need him.

- lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders.

- “y’know just what to say to drive me crazy, don’t you?”

- he’s sighing when he finally bottoms out, just feeling you tighten around him for a sec before he even thinks to move.

- it’s not like he’s never felt this before, it’s just much different when it’s intentional and he’s actually in love with the person.

- hands squeezing your hips, thighs, chest, literally anything while he starts to pump in and out of you.

- lifts up the rest of your dress to watch the harsh bounce of your tits every time you meet his thrusts.

- he’s nearly moaning at this point, his breaths syncing with each move of his hips.

- “does it feel good? huh? c’mon, you can speak to me.” “am i fucking you stupid? needed me so badly you just couldn’t wait another second, hah.”

- fucking laughs when you hide your face behind your hands, because he knows he’s right.

- he loves biting.

- not enough to hurt you, or anything. just enough to make you whine.

- like biting your neck, ears, cheeks. don’t even get me started on ur chest or thighs.

- his pace is so quick and rough it has you digging your fingernails into his arms.

- he fucking loves when you get like this. almost makes him wanna deprive you for a few days, and see what’ll happen.

- “you gonna let me cum inside too, right? if you want me this fucking bad…”

sebastian.

- pullout method fs.

- mostly cus he’s definitely wasn’t ready to be a father, but also because he lovesss the sight of his cum on your stomach.

- …but he doesn’t usually wear a condom.

- i think this time it’s cus you’re already on some form of birth control, so you’ve never been adamant on telling him to wear them.

- if you did, however, he would of course. but it’s just never been like that.

- so i wanna say ur situation is a little different then just telling him he can fuck you raw.

- let’s say, realistically after you’ve been dating for years, and you’re probably newly married is when you start to think further into your relationship.

- when you first started dating, in zero way did he want kids. he wasn’t ready, had no idea what he was doing with his life, and he still lived in his parents basement.

- but now, since he’s a bit older, things have changed a little.

- “what if i stopped taking my birth control?” you ask, once again dropping the bomb during a moment of comfortable silence after already laying in bed together.

- he’s all ears, although he stays silent so you can further explain, “just because i’m tired of taking it, and we’re always safe anyways.”

- “yeah, if that’s what you want. sure.” he sounds nonchalant, but something changed in his mind.

- instead of fear, he was excited.

- it’s not like you got married without even a discussion of children in the future. when you talked about it a while ago, it was a mutual agreement that, “yeah, maybe one day, if it happens.”

- it was never a set in stone plan.

- so he has no idea why he got so excited, and why he couldn’t stop thinking about it for weeks.

- it wasn’t until one night, already lovedrunk just from teasing all day, when he properly brings it up.

- “you stopped taking your birth control, right?”

- his lips dragging across your jaw, hips slowly moving in and out of you while you whine into his ear.

- “yeah,” you nod, hardly registering the conversation in your mind.

- “just cus’ you were getting tired? no other reason?” his warm breath fanning your ear, eyes lidded, hands pressing against the mattress beside your head.

- you’re so cockdrunk that you don’t even think about teasing, just immediately letting your thoughts spill from your mind.

- “nno, want you…wanna feel you cum inside me,”

- u abt made him bust right then and there tbh.

- u guys know i love inexperienced sebastian, and trust me, he’s still the same man but after he gets older, and he’s fucked you more times then he can possibly remember, he’s gonna get more confident.

- so he chuckles, pressing one kiss to your cheek before he moves to meet your eyes.

- “you wanna baby? is that it?”

- you nod weakly, already stupid from the slow drag of his cock that’s making your body simultaneously twitch each time he presses against that spot inside of you.

- “pleassee, sebby. don’t you think it’d be nice, having a family of our own?”

- your sweet, wide eyes and even sweeter voice makes him pick up his pace a bit.

- “it could be fun. you’d be a great mamma,”

- “and you’d be a great daddy.”

- “you think so?” his pace is quicker now, panting into your mouth just like you do to his. your arms wrapped around his neck, running your fingers through his soft hair.

- “there’s only one way to find out.”

alex.

- as an athlete, i feel like he’s another guy who likes to keep his health in balance.

- mental, physical, even sexual.

- so expect him to also be one to insist on wearing a condom. for a while, at least.

- especially when you’re in a particularly new relationship.

- but just because he thinks it’s best to wear a condom, doesn’t mean he doesn’t dream about not wearing one.

- cus every time he fingers you, his mind will never fail to think about how you’ll feel around his cock.

- the way you clench every time you gasp, and the way you’re just so wet and warm.

- but he also just kinda thought you preferred a condom too.

- so when you proposed the idea…

- your thighs positioned on either side of his hips, hands rubbing up and down his chest while he ran his hands up your waist.

- “you know i’m on birth control…right?” you randomly mumble, pulling away to blink your pretty little eyelashes down at him.

- he’s confused, cus where tf did that come from.

- y’all were just making out??

- “yeah…?” LMFAO.

- your eyes follow your fingers that circle his skin lazily, a subtle attempt at avoiding eye contact.

- “…you don’t have to wear a condom, then, if you don’t want to.”

- it’s the way you’re speaking that just confirms the thought has been on your mind for so long.

- he kinda just stares at u for a sec, before chuckling and sliding his hands down your thighs to rub them.

- “where’s this coming from, baby?”

- “i dunno…i was just thinking. doesn’t it kinda desensitize you, a little…?”

- sounds to him like it desensitizes you.

- “hm, not really. i think you feel amazing. i always cum, don’t i?”

- he almost grins at the slow, defeated nod you give like he isn’t just teasing you.

- he may be a himbo, but he’s not THAT stupid. he knows exactly what you’re hinting at.

- “just tell me if you want me to take it off, baby. you know i’d do whatever you want.”

- and i’d like to say next time u have sex he doesn’t wear a condom…but ur already abt to have sex so it doesn’t take long.

- in this exact position.

- lazy, slow sex where ur both too horny to even bother taking off all ur clothes😇

- you’re still wearing your shirt, and underwear he pushes aside. he hardly takes off his boxers, only enough to spring his half-hardened cock free.

- despite this not being his favorite position, nothing beats the way your face clenches when you try to lower yourself on his length.

- especially when ur kinda unprepared, but you’re still too eager to even give him the time of day to prep u.

- “just take it slow, baby. i’m right here,” sliding his hands up your waist and watches you.

- brings his thumb down to slowly rub ur clit <3

- it’s like ur trying to kill him by going so slow, especially since this is a new sensation.

- …when ur more warmed up he’s gonna take the lead.

- i’m sorry, he’s impatient.

- “sorry, sweetheart. y’just feel too good…” while he’s holding your hips still and thrusting into you.

- snakes his hand underneath ur shirt to squeeze ur boobs lol

- he’s groaning, throwing his head back against the pillows because fuck, you were onto something.

- this feels so fucking good.

- he has too much stamina to stay in this position for long.

- even though it’s extremely attractive, watching you take him like that, he still flips you over and is propping you on ur hands and knees before u have time to even register what happened.

- he’ll fuck you like that until ur face is buried in the pillows, back arched as far as he forces it to and you’re panting like a bitch in heat.

- unfortunately he pulls out just in time to cum on your back.

- “haah, i can see why you’ve been wanting to do that for a while. why don’t we go again, sweetheart?”

elliot.

- he’s so sickeningly sweet.

- he genuinely wants whatever you want.

- if you’re on any form of birth control, and you feel pretty impartial about children at this point in your life, but you still want him to wear a condom,

- then of course he is. no complaints.

if you come to him, whining about the feeling of condoms and that you want him to get rid of them,

- then he’s getting rid of them. no complaints.

- he genuinely has no issue with either. whatever makes you happy and comfortable makes him happy and comfortable.

- that being said….

- i feel like elliot prefers no condoms. lol.

- will he vocalize that to you if you prefer them? absolutely not. he doesn’t want you feeling pressured to do anything you don’t want to.

- it’s the closeness that makes him so much more excited. the feeling of being that connected to you.

- and the fact that ur cunt is just so warm and perfect.

- he’s sitting at his desk, tired, lost with inspiration while his forehead rests in his hand.

- his eyelids are lowered and lazy due to the hours he’s spent in his painful, rickety chair.

- he’s got his hair tied in a messy, loose bun, dark rimmed glasses low on his nose before he takes one deep breath and leans back in annoyance.

- “sweetheart, you’re torturing yourself. come to bed. please.”

- it’s your sweet, honied voice that lures him back into his fantasy land, causing him to turn his head and see your pretty frame right next to him.

- in one of those gorgeous nightgowns you don’t wear often, silk to the touch and smooth against your body.

- “i know, i’m sorry, my love. i’ll be there soon, i promise.”

- it’s a broken promise, because he said it earlier and the tone never changed.

- which is probably why you sigh, taking steps closer to him until you can wrap your arms around his neck and get so close to rest your chin on his shoulder.

- “need me to get you anything?”

- “oh, no honey. get some rest, i won’t be long at all.”

- but he knows you won’t listen, especially when you move around him and carefully slot one of your legs over his, positioning yourself on his lap.

- you’re pressing light kisses against his jaw, sprinkling them down to his neck like you know he loves.

- his hands are already around your waist, tilting his head to the side to give you more room on his skin.

- he wishes he had self control when it comes it you, but unfortunately, here his is.

- it doesn’t take long before your slowly grinding against his already hard cock underneath his pants.

- you’re pushing ur panties aside, and he’s stuffing his pants down just enough to free his erection.

- “look what you do to me, baby.”

- it could go both ways, honestly.

- you know he’s addicted to prepping you. will take hours just fingering you through orgasm after orgasm, but now you’re both just too horny to care.

- cockwarming 🙏

- it’s his favorite whenever you’re just so horny, and he’s busy.

- “just give me a minute, princess. you can be patient, right?” while he’s fully inside of you and you’re already whimpering.

- he loves the slow nod you give him, and his hands wrap around your waist to keep you still.

- may pretend like he’s suddenly cured of his writers block, but really he’s just as distracted as you are.

- can’t stop thinking about how you keep clenching down on him, and how you think you’re being discreet but you’re so obviously lifting your hips to move.

- eventually he’ll give up though, much quicker then he anticipated.

- “my pretty girl, so deprived? always needs me so badly, don’t you?”

- non-stop kissing u.

- cupping your cheek, allowing you to bounce on him freely until you become too tired.

- he’ll gladly take it away for you.

- and when he finally cums, he doesn’t even bother pulling out.

- why don’t you just sit there for a minute too, letting him finish his work while he grows soft inside of u.

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lazyneonrabbitt · 7 months

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Mommy?

Single dad!Carmen x reader

Carmen's daughter likes you and doesn't know the meaning of the word 'no'.

~~☆☆☆~~

You stepped into the sandwich place, your laptop bag slung around your shoulder as something collided with your leg and clinging to it.

"Oh shit, sorry I- she slipped away from me." A man apologises for the little child around your leg, lowering himself to her level and tiredly begging her to let you go.

You took a better look at the toddler at your side. She had the man's curly hair and wore a fluffy teddybear onesie.

The man in front of you was tired. No question about it and his attire told you he worked here.

"Hey, you know what?" His focus moves from the child up to you. "How about I watch her for a bit? I'm planning on getting some work done here anyways and I'll probably be around when your shift ends." You shrugged at your own suggestion, placing a hand on the child's curls making her giggle at you.

"I uh- my shift ends a couple hours after we close." He wasn't declining your offer, he just didn't want you to waste your whole day here. He had gotten up again by now to talk to you at eye level. "I'm Carmen." He extends a hand to you to shake. "I own this place. And this here's Alex," he motions at the babbling todddler who was now casually hanging from your hand. "She's my kid. Daycare wouldn't take her cus she sneezed one too many times on drop off this morning." A tired hand runs over his face as he recalls why she's here.

"Hey, I'll watch her for you. Just come say hi a couple of times and we'll be good." You shoo'd him off and he went back to the kitchen. But not before making sure he got your food order and saying goodbye to his daughter.

Over the course of the day he swung by your table to watch you type away on your laptop while Alex was no doubt ruining your highlighters and scribbling on the back of your notepad. During food breaks she was in your lap and you'd watch some kids videos on Youtube with the sound low enough to not bother anyone.

Little Alex had been an absolute sweetheart the whole time, clinging to you and showing off her artworks that had rendered your notepad entirely useless.

Around dinnertime Carmen had come back again, insisting he'd be fine watching her himself now, but you assured him you were good and didn't mind staying the few extra hours. He accepted reluctantly and rought you two dinner on the house, dessert included.

When the placed closed down and Carmen was finished cleaning everything he came by one last time, to pick up his daughter and thank you again for watching her. You exchanged phone numbers in case he ever needed a babysitter.

Leaving was a lot more difficult than you had thought. Alex threw the biggest fit the second you turned to the door, running up to you and clamping herself around your leg, sniffling No's leaving her lips as she sat down on your foot with her arms around your calf. Tears staining your jeans.

Carmen stood there, a hand on his hip, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing deeply. "Come on, teddybear. She's tired too, we're all going to our homes and sleep, okay?" He tried bribing, any and all promises he could think of, even physically prying her off your leg resulted in the biggest drama he had ever seen her make.

You felt bad for Carmen. The permanent bags under his gorgeous blue eyes and the mess of curls you wanted to run you-- "what if I tag along and put her in bed?" The suggestion seemingly came out of nowhere amd it took Carmen a moment to register your words.

His place was an even bigger mess than he was and he'd be ashamed if she saw Alex's living situation. But then again, he was a single dad with an extremely demanding job, so the mess did explain itself that way..

"Yeah, okay." A simple, soft answer that had Alex screech with joy.

The three of you made your way over to his car. Since Alex wouldn't let go of you, you carried her while Carmen carried your bag for you as well as his own.

His place wasn't big. But it was big enough for him and Alex. On your way through the livingroom you had to watch your step and not trip over the large amount of toys on the floor. The coffeetable held day old mugs and coffee circles permanently staining the wood. The dinnertable was covered in paperwork but the kitchen looked decent enough, besides the dishes in the sink.

Carmen could feel you judging him, trying to speed up the whole going to bed ritual Alex had so you could stop being grossed out by the mess.

After watching Carmen struggle with the currently very difficult child you stepped in and offered assistence.

Carmen stepped aside and mimiced his steps but in your own way. Suddenly she was the sweetest child ever and did everything you told her to.

"Are you serious? Now you can listen?" The soft complaint didn't go unnoticed and made you giggle as you tucked her in and wished her sweet dreams. Besides you Carmen leaned over to give her kisses and said goodnight as well.

"Why does she listen so well to you?" The question wasn't meant in a bad way, even though it sounded like jealousy. "Guess she just wants a mom." You answered from across the kitchen island. Carmen insisted you stayed for a drink and talk about your day with her. "Neither you or her ever uttered anything mom-related so I guessed it's just you two." You sounded like a prying therapist right now, but you meant it in a kind way.

Clearly both of you sucked when it came to words.

"Her mom was a drunken mistake." He downs half of his drink and decided right there he was gonna talk about it. If you deleted his number and walked out afterwards, so be it.

"I didn't even know she had a kid until kne day she stopped by the restaurant. I barely recognised her but she still made a whole scene about some mistake, dropped the carrier with a crying baby at my feet and shoved a stack of paperwork in my hands." He downed the other half of his drink, not liking how recalling those memories felt. "I barely knew her, only saw her twice before moving back here from New York and found me all the way here to drop the baby and all her papers stating I was the one responsible for her on me and leave after screaming at me amd blaming me for leaving."

Carmen's story shocked you. You sat in silence after he finished, not sure how to respond to such a confession, so you offered your help once more.

After a while babysitting Alex at work and tucking her into bed turned into babysitting, tucking her into bed and moving into the next one together with Carmen. His early shifts really messed up Alex's sleep scedule so he suggested you staying the night and working from his apartment and do Alex's morning routine at a more acceptable hour than 6am, when he's kiss you goodmorning, wish you some good few more hours of sleep and went off to work.

Carmen was enjoying your time together so much, and Alex was almost permanently attached to you when you were around so his only thought was how he was going to ask you to move in with him. You already had a spare key so giving you one of those in a fancy little box wouldn't work.

Eventually he thoight of an idea that just had to work.

He wrote a note from Alex's point of view, rolled it up and tied a little bow around it and handed it to his daughter. "Can you go give this to her, please? It's a gift."

Alex immediately ran over to you, waving the paper roll at you and smacking it against your leg. She mumbled a quick "foyou" before waving it up at you again.

You accepted the gift with a grand display of thanks, with kisses and a hug, a whole scene amd read the note in silence. You recognised Carmen's handwriting immediately and smiled your way throigh the creatively written sentences.

"So, you want me to be mommy, huh?" You asked Alex, but not without moving your stare up to meet Carmen's, who looked away quickly to hide his blush.

A string of Yes and Please and happy giggles were all the convincing you needed before agreeing to move into Carmen's apartment officially.

#sometimes i write #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #the bear

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hidtired · 19 days

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A Single Punch

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

The smallest action in a single moment can change everything.

Description: The line up ends with 3 supposed dead members of the group. Sometimes you have to know when to play dead. Even when all else goes to hell.

1.6k words

Warnings (much angst, injury, character death(s), very depressing, typical walking dead shenanigans)[happy ending… eventually]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Your POV

You would have gone after Daryl when he rushed out of Alexandria on a revenge mission. If not for the terrible rattle in your lungs. Every breath you took was heard. Sharp and painful. Denise the poor soul told you it sounded like walking pneumonia. Not necessarily deadly but hard to fix with limited resources.

So here you are sitting in your bathroom on the floor with the shower as hot as it could get to open your lungs. Trying desperately not to think about Daryl being reckless and doing only god knew what. A light knocking on the door shaking you from your thoughts.

“Come in.”

The door opened hastily releasing most of the steam out the door. Rick walking in past you to turn the shower off. Rick looked down at you offering a hand up. “We are heading off to hilltop. Something is wrong with Maggie and the baby. I would like for you to get checked out by the doctor there to.” Slowly getting up nodding your head. No use arguing with him when he was probably right.

While walking to the RV you looked to Rick calmly, “Thank you Rick, for being my family.” Rick looked to you with a raised brow and smirk. ‘Your loopy from sickness and meds he thought.’ He helped you in the RV to the back with a struggling Maggie. Maggie took notice on your tired state with pale skin as you did her. Rick putting a hand to Maggie’s shoulder,

“We are leaving in a minute, everything is going to be ok.”

The ride was going smoothly until the RV stopped. You exchanged a glance with Maggie, “Let’s hope we aren’t dead in the water like with Dales RV, really don’t feel like walking.” This made Maggie smile a little thinking about Dale all that time ago. Successfully distracting her for a moment.

This smooth ride turned to a nightmare with saviors popping up over and over again. Leading to you having to walk in the beginning of dusk. Maggie being carried. The whistling stirred your already hard breathing. The headlights causing your head to spin and struggle with balance. You felt like death. You felt warm and cold- a fever you thought. You were dazed but still had the right wits about you to know you were in danger. You felt a tapping on your leg, looking to see Carl on his knees. Catching the hint you followed suit. You couldn’t be bothered and sat on the back of your legs.

“Y/n…”

That what caught you out of your stupor. His voice. Daryl’s voice. You look up to see him. Pale and cover in his own blood. Tears now rimmed at your eyes. The RV door opened to reveal a man with a bat. “Pissing are pants yet?” You looked back to Daryl staring at him from across the line of your family. The slight sound of the whistle of your breathe could be heard. You were hazy struggling to comprehend the conversation going on. The man Negan you think, was walking and had stop in front of you yapping on and on about something like “was I dying of the plague” and “look like shit my dear.” He waved his hand in front of me.

“She doesn’t have a clue what’s going on does she.” Negan huffed.

Negan was walking between everyone reciting Eenie, Meenie Miny, Moe. ‘He was choosing which one of you to kill.’ You thought. He stopped in front of Abraham. Your breathing was turning faster from fear, there for making it harder for you to breath. “If any body moves-“ your ears are ringing. The first crunch of the bat to his head made you gasp then cough.

“Suck my nuts.”

Your ears ring in your brain watching blow after blow to Abraham. Negan flinging his blood in every direction. Your breathing hard, tears burning in your eyes. You reach a hand to curl to the back of your head. The other hand curling into a ball at your chest. Your clucking the hair so hard in your grip you might pull a chunk. You simply couldn’t inhale.

Negan turns to Rick then brought his eyes to you. “Well shit, looks like are little plague here bout dead.” Daryl watch’s as you try and take a breathe in, tears streaming down his face. You look worse than you did this morning. “I’m a merciful man!” Negan proclaimed, sauntering over to you. “Let me help sweetheart…” You just begin to look up at him catching a glimpse of the bat swing down to you. A crushing pain radiates through you head as you come crashing to the floor. But not just your head but hand as well.

“NOOO!” Daryl speeding toward Negan rocking him with a punch. Daryl getting easily pinned. He sobbed looking at your still body.

You were in pain and frozen like a deer in head lights. Your vision blur and the feeling of blood flowing from somewhere. The hit knocked some air into you and you tried you best to calm it. It was sallow but there. Your vision started to tunnel, blackness taking you into unconsciousness hearing sounds of the sobs of your family.

Daryl POV

In a single moment you were gone. They drag me back to my spot in line but I could only look to her still body. What was the last thing she had even said to me. This asshole killed you and he was blabbing on. He stepped out of line and was going to be joining you, he accepted that. The burning hate looking into Negans eyes. Negan only smiled, “That little plague was yours huh.” He chuckled to himself. “You should be thanking me, poor thing was dying, it was a mercy kill.” He back up a little.

“I don’t know what kind of lying asshole you’ve been dealing with but, I did say you only get one! No expectations.”

Daryl clenched his teeth, he expected his fate and accepted at least your body’s were to be buried together. “Welp, back to it!” But Negan pivoted and hit… Glenn. Sinking he felt like he was sinking. His mouth wide with shock. Glenn started stammering, Negan taunting him. “M-Maggie I’ll f-find you.” Negan winding up to hit him again. Daryl listened to Maggie’s pleas just like how his were he assumed. Hit after hit felt deeper like they should have been the one to be on him. Silents for a moment with Negan catching his breathe from exertion. This didn’t feel real. He had to be dreaming.

“Load him up.” He was being dragged away. He had little fight left in him but he fought against it. Hearing the people around him plea. He looked on to where you lay. His world, was gone and yet he still walked among it. His action then got someone’s else’s world killed. Guilt ate at him. Doors slammed in front of his face back to the darkness he once came, but now pieces missing inside him.

Rick POV

It was silent after the saviors left. Sun rising. Everyone trying to comprehend everything. Rick thought when he was being dragged to the RV with Negan that he was next. His anger at the time was now just fear. It was Maggie first to move toward her dead husband. They all scrambled to help her. She sobbed and still despite it all was still in need of a doctor.

Rick kneel next to her above Glenn. “Let us help please, he was are family to.” She agreed and stumbled into a hug with Carl. Rick looking down toward Glenn, his savior, this man was the reason he was alive and found his family. Rick gasped at the thought, ‘Thank you Rick, for being my family.’ He looked back to you, your body less maimed than the rest. You were here because Rick made you go. Hilltop, Maggie. He turned back to Maggie, “We still need to get you to Hilltop.” he looked to her with a little resolve.

Maggie clearly distraught, “I’ll get there myself, you were out here for me. I can’t let anything else happen. I just can’t.” Before he could even begin to disagree, Sasha spoke up. “I’ll take her. You need to get back to Alexandria.” Maggie agreed adding, “Y-you need to figure out to take them out.” Rick looked at her slowly shaking his head. “They have Daryl.” Rick said, and at mention of Daryl’s name the turned to your body.

Rick bit his lips trying to not break. Everyone started to move to put the bodys in the back of the truck that Sasha and Maggie were taking to Hilltop. Your body being the last, Aaron picking you up in one swoop as everyone help to lay you down into the bed of the truck between Glenn and Abraham. More tears were shed.

Before splitting into different cars, Rick goes to Maggie hugging her before she gets in the passenger seat. The rest follow to say there goodbyes for now and hope for the baby to be well.

Looking into the side mirror he look back to seeing puddles of blood and a walker kneeling down to it. Looking forward to not break from the sight and think about those he lost he make eye contact with Michonne. Then he started to drive.

??? POV

Sasha was driving to Hilltop periodically looking towards Maggie. Her mission. Maggie had tears from pain a lost going down her face. The silence was cut with a slap to the back window of the truck. A bloody hand smearing down the glass. The girls turn to each other. You must have turned, head not completely crushed like the others. Maggie sniffled, “Pull over, I don’t want her eating them.”

They both circled the back to put you down. Hearing the grumbling noise coming from you. The tailgate fell with a loud bang. Sasha climbing up knife in hand. When they heard it.

“I can’t, please it hurts.” Slurred and rough. You were alive.

Part 2

Feedback welcomed and requests open! Also little disclaimer I’m really dyslexic so any help with grammar or spelling would be great!

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl imagines #daryl x female reader #daryl dixon #daryl fanfiction #twd daryl #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #norman reedus #rick grimes #angst #happy ending

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solarnomoon · 10 months

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random things about enhypen that you love (^.^)

༻ heeseung >>> singing whats on his mind

no the WAY you probably have heard every single song in the history of the world come out of heeseung's mouth like it's genuinely insane how he knows so many fucking tunes

you thought it could've been like a nervous thing but nahh he just loves singing and honestly, he does it to impress you too (though he would never admit that)

ofc this mfer has perfect pitch so once he hears a melody it's pretty hard for him to forget it, leading him to sing songs that come to mind just because he'd rather sing it out then keep it stuck in his mind for the rest of the day

even if he's working on something else, cooking, cleaning, even just talking to friends on the phone, you hear him sing songs even if he doesn't realize that he's doing it

bro almost always gets embarrassed when you mention it to him and he swears that he'll never do it again, but lo and behold, less than 10 minutes later, you hear him singing airplane pt. 2 after talking about bts with you

he loves it when you sing along with him or even try to harmonize (it's his love language!)

more under the cut!!

༻ jay >>> telling you everything he eats

one day after you and jay hadn't seen each other in like a week or two cause he was in japan, you asked him what he ate that week and if he had tried anything new or tasted anything bad (just small talk cus you guys were bored and you wanted to be a good partner to him)

he just lit up and told you all the foods that he tried, the things that niki had recommended, all the things sunoo hated, the spicy things heeseung loved, literally everything during that week relating to food

you didn't realize that it was that serious to him but you just smiled and asked questions because at some point it was interesting even though it was a simple question

ever since then he just explains atleast one meal that he had with you, either in person, or texts you if he can't see you

you think it's super cute that he always reaches out because you asked him randomly that one time, and honestly you're glad that he does because soon enough you look forward to it

༻ jake >>> getting head ruffles

jake will never beat the puppy allegations to be quite honest

every single time he wakes up early because of his schedule (much earlier than you) and he ends up having a light breakfast

he times it so that your alarm goes off when he leaves as to not wake you up

and every single time, he comes back into your guys’ shared bedroom and lowers his head toward your lying body just so he can get a hair ruffle from you before he leaves for practice or promotions or whatever is going on

and it’s not just in the morning, but also when he comes back, even finding you in the home no matter where you are or what you’re doing to get his hair ruffled later on in the evening

it’s become routine at this point: when you forgot one day and woke up a little later than you expected because of a late night, he was all sulky and pouting the entire night, leading you to have to cuddle him and watch an entire series with him

even then he was still sad (although, with how much he had to hide his smile when you were in his lap, how sad could he really be?)

༻ sunghoon >>> remembering the little, niche things about you

you know that chocolate that you ate with him in paris a few years back? no? well sunghoon remembers, and he brought it back for you when enhypen went together because he remembered that you quite literally lit up when you tasted the melty goodness

this dude remembers everything and sometimes it scares you

he knows that you hate the fourth step on the way to his dorm because that one happens to be a few centimeters longer which causes you to trip, so everytime you walk together he places his arm on your waist just so you don't fall

he remembers that you can't stand the smell of sage, so one time when the rest of enhypen went inside of a small crystal shop, he walked in before you and made sure to stay outside with you with the excuse that he "gets allergies everytime he's near rose quartz"

sometimes he tells you these things, like how he told you he loves everytime you smile because he loves seeing how your eyes crinkle when it's a genuine smile

most of the time he just keeps it to yourself though, but you know he knows things about you regardless

it's how he loves!

༻ sunoo >>> playing with your hair

you're like 99% positive that if sunoo wasn't an idol, he would actually be a hairstylist as his job

no because how come he can do your hair better than you can do your own hair?

you're literally in control of your body and hands and know your hair yet he just does it better no matter what you attempt to do or even replicate like how he does it on his own volition

at first you were bewildered when he just started touching your hair for fun because no-one else had ever just touched your hair like that so it was just shocking???

but now it seems to just be a force of habit because whenever you guys are sitting together for extended periods of time (like watching scary movies together at 3 AM just because he requested it), he needs to have his hands in that scalp of yours otherwise he literally cannot focus on anything else

honestly though you're happy about it because not only is he gentle with his hands and your hair, but it's really comforting to you now... especially after being jumpscared one too many times in the witching hours

༻ jungwon >>> saying your name

you don't know what it is about your jungwon saying your name or what it is about your name that's just so appealing to him but he loves it and you love hearing it

everytime he talks to you he almost always starts out by saying your name, then saying a pet name after

when he's in a loving mood he says your name then the word "baby" "sweetheart" "my love" and other things of that nature

to be honest, that's how you know when he's annoyed or even upset at you because he'll just say the pet name but not your own name

those days scare you the most, and you spend the rest of the day making it up to him with whatever you did

even when he talks to other people, he never refers to you as his partner, but rather your name every single time

speaking of that, he literally brings you up in every conversation he has ever, even when it has nothing to do with you (but that's a whole different topic)

he just loves you and your name so much that it brings joy to him when it comes out of his mouth

༻ niki >>> sending pics that remind him of you

it's become a little game for you to predict whether or not the pictures niki sends will be outlandish or not

one time it was a cute little kitten he found on the street

"look babe i thought of you <33"

next day it was a piece of torn up plastic that came from cabbage with only the "b" "a" and "e" still legible

"babyy it's literally youu >.<"

some days you feel honored and absolutely loved and other days you wonder why you even like the guy to begin with

like... once he took a picture of the inside of a literal garbage can and texted that the inside reminds him of you whenever you finish crying after a sad movie

you didn't know whether to feel offended or not because honestly that was kind of rude but at the same time he sent it with a heart and a cute emoji so clearly he didn't have any negative intentions regarding that text

you still love it, you just hope the next day will be… nicer…! with what reminds him of you

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greatooglymooglyyy · 2 months

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ANGST HURT TO COMFORT PLZZZ ANYONE ANY PLOT I NEEEDDD ITTT🤌🏼

Say Goodbye (Chris Sturniolo)

a/n: first of all, careful what you wish for anon cus this hurt to write 😭. second, this can either be a series or a standalone so y'all lmk. also it was very inspired by a quote I saw on tiktok which I used in the story so ✨that is not mine!✨ (but i think y'all will know that)

contains: angst, breakup, crying, emotional chris, not-so-happy ending, 900+ words

I will not cry today. I will not cry today. I repeat the mantra over and over in my head. Get through today and you can cry all you want.

Pictures of Chris and I are laid out on my carpet, tape still clinging to each one. His hoodies and shirts that I’ve hoarded through the years are folded, freshly washed, on the bed.

I grab my box and sigh, kneeling to start placing everything neatly inside it. I walk around my room, collecting all the small gifts and trinkets that hurt too much to keep. When I’m done, I take a deep breath and do what I've been dreading most; slipping off my promise ring and biting back a sob as I drop it in with the rest.

Dropping the box outside my door on my way, I slip inside my bathroom and splash cold water on my face to help calm down. I do my skincare routine and minimal makeup, thinking it will help deter me from breaking down in front of Chris. My phone dings and I glance down at it reading a message from him asking when I’ll be there. It makes me want to throw up knowing that it might be the last text from him I ever get. I steady myself on the counter and look into the mirror, squaring my shoulders.

“He’s just a boy.” I tell my reflection. Maybe if I say it enough, one day it will be true.

*******

The drive to his house is slow and silent. I take in everything about this feeling, about these roads, trying to soak it in one last time. When I park in front of his house, I shoot him a text to come out. I don’t think I’m capable of saying goodbye to all three of them today. I watch as he comes out of the house slowly, carrying a box of his own, and give myself one last pep talk before I step out of the car. I go to my trunk, retrieving the box from it, and then leaning against it as he stops in front of me.

“Hi.” He says and I almost smile at how normal he’s making this feel. Almost.

“Hey. Here’s your stuff.” I say, stepping out of the way so he can drop my box into the trunk and then handing him his. He takes it wordlessly, his body squirming like it always does when he’s anxious. I stand there for a couple of seconds not knowing what to say before I nod and turn on my heel.

But before I can reach my door, Chris calls my name softly, his voice breaking, and I pause. I look over my shoulder and the pain in his face almost doubles me over.

“Oh, Chris.” I say and he loses it, dropping the box to the ground and taking three quick steps toward me. He wraps his arms around me and buries his head in my neck sobbing and I let him, squeezing my eyes shut and rubbing circles on his back. We stay like that for a few minutes, rocking back and forth and probably looking insane to anyone passing by before he pulls away and wipes at his face.

“I love you so much.” I say, my voice cracking as well now. “God, Chris. I wish it was enough.” He shakes his head, tilting to look up at the sky.

“Me too.” He says, half laughing with no humor. “I love you too. But, oh my god, I wish I didn’t. If I knew it would feel like this to let you go, I would have never..” He trails off but it doesn’t matter. He’s already gutted me and he seems to know it. He kisses his teeth and steps toward me again, but this time I take a step back and he halts.

Not for the first time, I waver in this decision. I could let him take it back. I could let him kiss me and carry me inside; delay the inevitable another week, maybe even a month. But, I’ll still lose him. He’ll still be too busy chasing a dream that doesn’t have room for me. He’ll still make promises he can’t keep to keep me. And we’ll still be hurting. So I do the only thing I can for the both of us and whisper goodbye.

Chris nods twice quickly, wincing as if I hit him. “At least, let me hug you one last time.” And I do, stepping into his embrace again and nuzzling my face into his shirt. I breathe in his scent, try to commit to memory the way it feels to be so wholly surrounded by him. He kisses the top of my head and I sigh deeply before pulling away.

He releases me, brings a hand up to push my hair behind my ear and gives me a weak smile. “You don’t have to become a stranger. We can still be in each other’s lives.” It sounds like a plea from his lips and I want so desperately to take it.

But I just return his smile, the tears I’ve been pushing away finally welling in my eyes. “You know that’s not true. Neither of us can handle that.” I take a deep breath and reach up, smoothing my thumb across his jaw.

“I hope you get everything you ever wanted, Chris. And I hope I never hear a thing about it.” With that, I finally slide into my car, forcing myself not to look in the rearview as I speed away from him.

a/n: part two available now

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tsukasalvr · 7 months

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My I request headcanons for Fuyuhiko, Gundham, and another character of your choice protecting/saving a gender neutral reader? I'm kinda a sucker for those kinda things 👉👈

AN: I’m so in love rn and dw me too anon!!!! I’m gonna choose Hajime cus I don’t think I’ve write for him yet but I literally haven’t written for a lot of the danganronpa characters yet sooo

protecting/saving reader

Anime/Fandom: Danganronpa

Characters: Fuyuhiko’s Kuzuryo, Gundham Tanaka, Hajime Hinata

Warnings: I don’t proofread

A/n: my stomach can’t stop making noise help

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Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

He knew you and Mahiru were out together taking a stroll around the island and were planning to go for a swim

He should’ve been more aware about Peko and how she would react, he knew Peko would never hurt you, and he was lucky enough to make it in time to the small house

Mahiru was waiting outside for you as you went in to grab a water bottle from the small fridge, Peko thought it would be Mahiru who went in first but was able to stop just in time when Fuyuhiko’s ran all the way to the house and pull you towards him so Peko would miss

Peko apologized and made it clear that she wasn’t going to kill you and had Fuyuhiko’s help clear it up as well

Seeing how it could’ve been you instead of Mahiru who died, and by accident form Peko of all people, made him even be more worried about your wellbeing and had you close to him at all times even if it was just you going to the bathroom

Gundham Tanaka

He never had you stray too far away from him ever, he would always say that he would protect you from all evil with the help of his dark devas

You were never seen apart from each other even from when you both woke up on the island, especially since you two were dating for a while and even before the island

It was just a coincidence he saved you, Hiyoko sucked up and went to ask you for help on tying her kimono and you told her that you remembered there was a large mirror over at the live house and you told her you would gladly carry it over to her cabin so she can keep it

The only reason you didn’t was because Gundham had reminded you about a small dinner you were supposed to have later that day with him, Sonia and Hajime

So Hiyoko had to go alone and when it turns out that her going there alone, like you were going to, was how she ended up getting killed, Gundham was shocked

He didn’t even want to think about what would’ve happened if you had went instead. He has since then pledged to go everywhere with you so you wouldn’t be alone and to calm his nerves

Hajime Hinata

Hes been on edge since he woke up on the island and even more worried when he saw you were unfortunately here as well on this hell island

Everything was going smoothly, there had been no murders so far and the little party they were having had been going well as everyone was having a great time talking and eating

You on the other hand, had been worried especially since you thought it was such a coincidence that only one pick had gone missing but Byakuya’s and Hajime brushed it off and Hajime comforted you with saying that nobody will kill someone in broad daylight and it probably just went missing

You weren’t believing it and when the lights went out, you noticed a small liquid neon dots that were leading under a table and crouched down to lift up the cover when Hajime who was next to you before the lights went out, accidentally tripped and you had both fallen on top of each other

And it was thanks to him tripping over you that you hadn’t died and crawled under the table

He’s since then taken this island more serious especially since you’re hear with him

Knowing that could’ve been you bleeding out under the table, haunts him

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layuhsblog · 3 months

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[i write best when sleep deprived, i noticed there arent many fluffs of johnny so...]

established relationship. crack?? fluff???? i dont know. I'm not going through writer's block, i AM writer's block.

//pic credits to the owner//

FACT CHECK- JOHNNY SUH x Reader

Sitting in bed, scrolling through your phone. You tiredly yawned, promising yourself to sleep after five more minutes.

As youre scrolling through your phone, you come across a video of your boyfriend doing a challenge with Mark and Jessi to his song Fact Check. You laughed at the chaos, suddenly feeling less tired. You couldn't help but replay the video again and again cus of how attractive you were finding Johnny with his beanie and jacket on. You remembered how difficult it was for the both of you when the practices for this comeback were happening. He barely spent time with you, wanting to give his best performance for Czennies. You felt proud of how much he's improved in just a span of a couple months. You got through that difficult time and are now seeing him at his best, oh how grateful you were to have such an amazing boyfriend. You were probably tired that's why you felt so flustered, happy and cheesy about your own boyfriend, you just wished he was here already so you could convey your love through your actions.

Just in time you heard the front door open and smiled,

'He's home.'

Your bedroom door opened to see a tired Johnny, with a huge smile on his face. He quickly laid in front of you on the bed and hugged your waist as he buried his face on your lap.

"Hi, long day?" you chuckled as you took off his beanie and played with his hair.

"Hmm. Just wanna sleep, missed you." He mumbled.

You stayed in silence as you played with his hair for a while, enjoying each other's company.

"John?"

"Mhmm?"

"I'm proud of you, yknow that?" That caught him by surprise, he looked up at you and grinned, asking where that random thought came from. You told him everything that led up to how you're feeling for him right now.

To your confusion he started laughing... laughing very hard. He momentarily stopped as he sat up from your lap, looked at you and bursted out laughing again.

"Whats wrong, why're you laughing?" You tilted your head at him

"Nothing, babe- I love you and I appreciate everything you just said and it means a lot to me. It's just.. extremely funny how you got all that from Jessi sunbaenim throwin' it back."

// unedited. i didn't know how to end it. forgive me.//

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Can't Leave the Room Because I Want to XXX With You - Keith Howell (Both POVs)

This is Keith's story from Yves' Proposition of Love route release event

Keith's POV in green

Nsfw. Alter!Keith's his own warning.

As usual, can't guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Lately, Prince Keith had been pretty busy with his official duties. Both nice Prince Keith and mean Prince Keith weathered the storm before finally welcoming a day off.

When was the last time I spent a day off with Emma? It's been so long that I have to think about it.

Emma: Prince Keith, I've prepared some delicious tea and galettes for you today. If you'd like, we can have a tea party in the conservatory. Ah, you're probably tired though. It won't take too long!

(Hey, Emma)

(I doubt it)

(I enthusiastically held a tea party to help ease his fatigue, but...)

The door of the conservatory rattled as I tried to open it, but it didn't budge.

Emma: We...we can't be locked in, can we?

Alter!Keith: We're locked in.

Emma: Now way...what do we do.

Alter!Keith: What're you panicking for? It's fine, we can just wait for it to open.

Emma: But it's been a while since you had a day off. I thought it would be better to go back to your room and rest after this.

(That's why I ended the tea party early...)

Alter!Keith: We shouldn't waste time, right? It's been a while since either of use got to spend a day off with you. So let's make this worth your while.

Emma: W-what do you mean...?

Alter!Keith: Don't you know?

When I let go of the door and turned around, Prince Keith's handsome face drew closer. I realized what he meant when he pressed me against the wall of the conservatory and sealed my lips with his.

After the tea party - while Emma was confused about why the door wouldn't open, I captured her lips. Emma seemed to understand what I "wanted" as I pressed her against the glass while I continued my assault on her lips.

Emma: Th-this...is the conservatory.

Alter!Keith: You never know who'll come.

(That's a lie)

I already kicked everyone out. No one's coming to the conservatory.

(I was planning on locking you up and messing with you from the very beginning)

(Didn't look like you wanted to spend time with me)

Prince Keith unapologetically unbuttoned my blouse. Her eyes widen as if asking if I was crazy.

Alter!Keith: Not to mention it's all glass, so they can see everything from the outside.

Emma: Don't!

Alter!Keith: Nope.

Emma: Ah...

I turned around to resist, but Prince Keith didn't care and started to grope my breasts through my underwear.

The view from the other side of the glass must've been pretty lewd.

(If anyone but me sees you like this, I'll erase them.)

(Even though someone outside might see...!)

Fortunately there was no sign of anyone, but the thought of being seen sent chills down my spine. Meanwhile, my body responded to being played with by familiar hands even when I said that I didn't want to... I felt an ache in the pit of my belly as he pinched the tips of my breasts.

When I pinched the tips, whose outlines were clearly showing through her underwear, Emma let out an erotic sigh.

Keith: Looks like you're expecting something even though you say you don't like it.

Emma: You're wrong...

Keith: And what am I wrong about?

Emma: Eep...

His tongue surprised me by lapping at my ear. If I lick her ear and play with her breasts, her moans become more intense. As he continued to massage my breasts and assault my ear, I found myself filled with an overwhelming sense of pleasure that pushed away any sense of shame. When I purposely made a slurping sound, Emma turned around and clung to me. When I finally gave in and turned to Prince Keith, a wicked laugh vibrated my eardrums.

(Your face's red)

Alter!Keith: Cu~te.

Emma: Prince Keith!

Alter!Keith: Want more?

Emma: The opposite...yeah

Alter!Keith: You sure?

When he nudges his knee between my legs, a lewd, wet sound is heard. I'm almost brought to tears.

(I'm so embarrassed. My body's not listening to me at all)

(I considered holding back, but "it feels good" is written all over her face)

(You're in trouble)

Alter!Keith: If it were him, he'd stop by now. Too bad it's me here. I'll fulfill up to your expectations.

Emma: Wait-

I strip everything off of Emma and press her against the glass again. When I slid my fingers in, there was no resistance.

Alter!Keith: Look, your body's begging for more.

Emma shakes her head as if unable to say anything.

(Don't lie. You want me badly)

I thrusted my fingers and with a shudder, something thick and wet trickled down her legs and to the ground.

Emma: Prince Keith...

Alter!Keith: More?

When I asked the same question again, Emma hesitated before giving a small nod.

(Good. Want more of me)

(Don't distance yourself with something weird like "don't you want to rest?")

I have Emma place her hands against the glass as I take her from behind.

I grabbed her waist and thrusted hard, drawing out more moans and wet noises.

Emma: Nghaa...Aaah...

(For me, nothing's beats spending time with you)

(You should know that, Emma)

~~ some time passes ~~

Emma: Prince Keith, you...I can't...

Alter!Keith: What, I made you feel good didn't I?

As the ache in my belly finally subsides while I grumble in shame, Prince Keith smiles and lets me put the clothes he stripped off back on. Emma's face is still red and angry.

(You're so cute when you're mad too)

(I'm still wet between my legs...He's put me through so many embarrassing things that the sky's already changed colors...)

Alter!Keith: And no one showed up.

Emma: That's just hindsight. I was on edge.

Alter!Keith: Oh, even after being ravaged.

Emma: Please don't say that again...

Alter!Keith: Sure. Well, let's go back.

Emma: Huh? We can't go back because the door's locked...

Prince Keith inserted the key he took out from his pocket into the lock and the conservatory's door opened immediately.

Emma, not expecting me to be behind this, looked stunned.

Emma: ...

Alter!Keith: It was all planned, you know? I ordered everyone to stay out so there was no way anyone would've seen you. I couldn't have asked for a better way to spend my day off.

(That means this was Prince Keith's evil plan from the start?!)

Emma: Why...

Alter!Keith: I wanted to spend as much time with you on my day off as possible

Emma: !

Alter!Keith: You don't need to worry too much about me getting some early rest.

When I understood the reason behind his meanness, I forgot about my anger and ended up smiling.

(You're so sweet. If you understand my intentions, then you'll give me the day off I want next time, right?)

(I want to be with you for as long as I can - You'll need to learn that there's nothing more that I want, Emma.)

(If spending time with me is what makes your day off valuable, then-)

Emma: Then don't hold back anymore.

Alter!Keith: Don't forget what you just said, alright?

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