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fairyofshampgyu · 10 months

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Been in a dom gyu brainrot lately I HAVE BETRAYED MY ROOTS IK IM A DISGRACE 😟😪 IT WONT LEAVE MY MINDHSJ ITS PAINFUL BUT ANYWAY SHORT DISCOMBOBULATED DRABBLE

Thinking about high sex w stoner boy beomgyu with piercings ! whose always known to get into some kind of trouble all the time, always mischievous and teasing and your friends saying he’s bad a influence on you and you shouldn’t hang out with him that much but you still do and don’t listen to them, always dismissing and saying you have absolutely NO feelings whatsoever and that it is PURELY platonic despite harbouring the most intense feelings for this guy sigh…😟 but you know he’s only trouble and probably doesn’t like you that way so you just kinda ignore it.

But one day you find yourself in a random quiet empty bedroom at a college party with him, sitting on the bed together as he smokes a joint and you both talk and laugh about random shit away from the mess of a party going on.

Beomgyu nonchalantly offers you his joint and you, slightly timid stumble and admit you’ve never tried it. Beomgyu only grinning at you, eyes lighting up at that and insisting that you should at least try, saying he really wants to get high w you and that it would be so fun with you, saying that he’d make you feel safe, it’d just be the both of you you trust him right? You’re good friends after all 🤷‍♀️.

And so you awkwardly take the joint, doing what he tells you to do, a bit nervous and embarrassed and still confused despite the simple introductions. Beomgyu chuckling at you and coming closer to you as he decides to just hold the joint for you instead and places it to your mouth, guiding you in and it feels way too intimate with the way he’s looking at you as well.

It doesn’t take long before the weed starts to kick in, both of you taking long drags and passing the joint round and you guys getting extremely high off your asses, anything and everything becoming funny.

“Heyyyy, heyy gyu. What’s shotgunning? I’ve heard it before idk what is is thoughh. What is it?” it’s a genuine curious question your stoned self asks and beomgyu’s eyes widen for a split second before he’s smirking widely and raising a brow at you.

“Could show you if you want~” And you nod your head rapidly, stoned self just so curious and innocent, it’s hard for beomgyu to contain himself.

He cups your cheek and comes even closer to your face, lips very lightly grazing at yours but enough that you can feel his snake bite lips rings faintly on you as he smugly puffs the smoke into your mouth, his eyes not leaving yours as he grins, hand still softly on your cheek, your mouth hanging open as you gasp loudly, not believing what’s even happening rn.

“Come on now it’s only fair you do it to me too right?” Beomgyu sits back, and stares at you, ego a bit too high rn as you hesitantly shuffle closer to him, feeling your face drastically heat up and you take a drag nervously, slowly inching towards him before beomgyu’s impatient self sighs and pulls you into his lap so sudden and harsh you yelp.

You take turns shotgunning, lips faintly touching but never enough, your brain and the room clouded over with curls of heavy smoke and weed as you breathe heavily and your face is still so heated up, eyes half lidded. Beomgyu finally pulling away and stopping, softly giggling and asking if you get it now.

Your baked ass then touching his lips, running your fingers over his lip piercings, eyes crazed and babbling about how hot you’ve always found his snake bites hot and beomgyu chuckling at that, both of you staring into each others eyes and looking down at your lips that he finds himself smashing his lips with yours, making out intensely but sloppily for what feels like hours, beomgyu hovering on top of you as his rough kisses start to trail elsewhere and you can’t help whimpering his name as he sucks hickeys and goes even further to your collarbone and his hands roaming practically everywhere, him still teasing you until you’re pleading that you need him so bad and right now.

Not even a breath later and he’s fucking into you with frantic urgency, not bothering to take either of your clothes off, settling for quickly pushing his baggy ripped jeans slightly down and pulling your panties to the side, lifting your shirt up so he can see your tits jiggling as he practically pounds into you erratically, hips smacking with yours as he moans even louder than you the entire time, rubbing his thumb over your clit, still making out with you and smelling the strong scent of weed from each other, still so dazed and both your minds fogged even more sensitive because of the drugs, everything feeling 10x stronger as he desperately tries to make you cum on his cock and it’s not long before he’s coating you too and fucking the cum back into you, fucking whilst stoned so messy

Then you wake up the next day, trying to remember what even happened, freaking the shit out and ready to run away any second, nearly leaping out the bed but beomgyu only pulls you in closer, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist so you can’t escape, sleepy and stupid grin on his face, mumbling about how he hopes you don’t regret it and that he definitely doesn’t

“Hmm~let’s skip classes today and cuddlee. You’re so comfy.”

“You’re always skipping classes, choi beomgyu.”

“So what?! You still like me hehe”

“When did I ever say I liked you?!”

“As if I wouldn’t notice. You’ve been giving me heart eyes for ages. It was cute loll. You were so bad at hiding it~”

#I literally don’t even know what this is #ITS LATE AND ITS ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT I CANT SLEEP #HELP ME IT MAKES NO SENSE #beomgyu smut #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu hard hours #can you tell this is like the first time I’ve ever written sub reader 😟

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leclsrc · 1 year

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Hiii, could i request a charles angst drabble like just very angsty and sort of an ambiguous ending too? maybe theyre in a secret relationship and theres infidelity involved. sorry if this is too specific, thank you thoughh :)) <3

forever ago – cl16

genre: angst, drabble

auds here... as thanks for 500 :) this a bit long for a drabble sry! some lines are borrowed frm a drabble i posted on my last blog. title from “for emma” by bon iver—a bloody good song imo. hope this does ur req justice, anon!

Your heart twists with something unfamiliar. “I don’t know what it is,” you say, frustrated. “He hasn’t talked to me.”

Over the phone, your friend’s voice is slow and reassuring. “It’s probably nothing. The last race didn’t go too well for him, so he might just be shutting himself out.”

You nod, half-convinced, still staring at Charles across the paddock. You’re dubious, because if it was anything ordinary—if it was a bad race, a DNF, a crash—he’d shield the both of you from the rest of the world. He’s engaged in conversation with Pierre and Carlos, arms crossed over his torso, eyes crinkled with a smile. You try to persuade yourself into believing your friend, but deep down, you know it’s wishful thinking. Something’s wrong, you’re sure.

You purse your lips, swallowing the lump in your throat that doesn’t leave. You feel like the rest of the world.

He’s been ignoring you for a few days, limiting communication to intermittent texts that only come if you message first. You’ve exhausted every possible reason, but nothing works. You’re left to your own devices of wondering aimlessly for excuses.

Nobody said pursuing a secret relationship would be easy, sure. But you and Charles had managed to pull it off for four years. And it wasn’t like anything was ever spoonfed to either of you—it was insanely difficult maintaining a professional journalist/driver relationship beside an intimate one. While some knew, it was still a secret from a good part of the paddock, let alone the public.

It meant sacrificing the better things of a relationship: sleeping in together, going on dates together, even holding hands. You resort to fleeting taps, lingering touches that look friendly. But you’re content. He’s yours, even in those moments.

You blink, and you wake up cold in Silverstone, even under four layers of duvet.

You scramble to find Charles, and in the mess of the sheets, it takes longer than you anticipated. You kick your legs, but they only tangle. You even lift your head up, but find the duvet has totally engulfed you. You’re half-awake now, spent with the effort it takes to find him. You need to find him, even now, even when the sky is pale blue outside and you need to leave before anyone knocks.

Like always, he finds you first. A hand takes yours, pulls, and his strength causes the obstructions to clear.

You stare into his lidded eyes. “Je te tiens,” he says, voice deep, slurred, but reassuring. You nod, heaving a sigh, almost amused by your previous bout of anxiety. Why did you ever doubt yourself? It’s Charles, you think. He’s got you.

You blink, and he’s far away again, across the paddock, distracted like he’s been so often lately. You rub the bridge of your nose, in a futile attempt to rid yourself of the dry pangs of pain there. You have a race to report. You can think of him later.

Turns out, the thoughts come sooner—just under an hour later, when you’re beside Will and using your phony reporter voice, reading off the fluorescent teleprompter text. “We’ll be inviting a few people to ask some questions on the live Formula One feed,” you say with a smile. “And our Ferrari drivers over here will get to answer some lucky fans!”

You gesture and turn to the screen beside you, still smiling. You’ll smile until your jaw aches. A fan comes on the air, a middle-aged man by the looks of it; his Texan accent permeates through the speaker and goes, “Hey Carlos and Charles, huge fan! Jus’ wanna ask, what is your favorite track this year?”

Blink, and your headache’s gone. You’re with Charles in his Monaco flat, legs swinging over the counter. He’s shirtless and cooking a grilled cheese. “I’m finally getting promoted next year,” you say, a fact you’ve reiterated about a million times tonight.

“Dunno why you’re surprised,” Charles says. “With your skill, ’twas just a matter of time, no?”

“Oh, ha ha,” you joke. “Don’t flatter me, it’s getting to my head.”

He sets the plate beside you, wedges himself in between your legs. You lean forward to rest your chin against his shoulder. “I love you,” he says into your neck. “I love you so much.”

And you blink, you’re holding your mic, Carlos is talking again, about how his favorite circuit has just got to be this and that, then the Texan fan is off the screen. It’s a few moments before the next fan fades into view, an excited and hyper teenager rattling off oh my god I love yous faster than you can count.

“So this isn’t really related to racing,” she says, her accent distinctly Californian. “I just wanted to ask if it’s true that Charles has a girlfriend? ‘Cause, well, everyone saw him with somebody last night, and…”

The world spins slowly then, when you’re staring at the screen, listening to her voice. You try to blink and distract yourself but it doesn’t work. You keep smiling. You blink. It doesn’t work. You wonder why it doesn’t work. You wonder why you have to face this on air. You wonder why you can’t blink and be gone, if just for a minute.

Above all, you wonder who he was with while you were working late last night.

You swivel in your chair and reduce your smile to a tight-lipped one. “How interesting!” You chirp.

Years of practice have done your voice justice; even if you want to scream, your voice is level, enthusiastic. Your eyes flit over to Carlos, who’s already looking at you. His brows are furrowed, mouth half-open in clear confusion. You can hear Will stuttering beside you. “Oh, I—um, how in—how splendid.”

It’s not splendid. It’s not interesting. But Charles gulps and says still, “Yes, I’m seeing someone.”

The words cut through you like shrapnel. You feel yourself fall apart, right there, trying desperately to put yourself back together. Four years, and they’re gone, on the air. You exhale, try to subtly signal for the segment to be ended early. The rest is a blur—Will carries the rest of the interview with standoffish, fake interjections and additional questions. You just smile.

How could you have been so stupid, really. To think a secret relationship would survive. If anything, it made it easier for him to do what he did. You steal a glance and his eyes are cast low, dark. He’s so far away. Is this it, you think. Everything you’d ever worked for, loved for, fought for, hidden, celebrated—is this it? For another girl? You can’t help but wonder who she is. If she was that much better, that much more alluring, that Charles thought it a good choice to throw away four years under the bus.

The feed ends before your thoughts run out, and you drop your mic onto the surface of the table, leaving the pen immediately. Will says something but you can’t decipher it. Charles follows, even if you can hear Carlos holding him back. Leave her alone, he says, and Charles says, no, I need to talk to her.

He circles a hand around your wrist, wrapping just underneath the Cartier bracelet you’d gotten to match his. The reminder makes your chest ache with a totally wrenching pain, throbbing through you as he pulls you into an empty space in between motorhomes.

“I’m sorry,” he says. He sounds desperate, solemn.

“Do you love me?” You ask weakly. And when he laces your fingers together and nods: “Then why do make me look like a fool?”

He shakes his head. “It meant nothing, cherie. I promise.”

“You’ve no right to tell me that,” you heave. Your chest is so heavy you legitimately feel like drowning. “And for me to find out on the job? I thought this whole time that I did something to you. Turns out you’re just busy fucking someone else to be kind to me. I thought you were mine, Charles. How could… how could you hurt me like this?” You don’t mean to sound so broken, but you can’t even blame yourself.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen this way.”

“But it still did,” you say simply. “I thought—I thought it was gonna be us. I thought you were the one—the one person who would never hurt me.”

You’re crying, you realize, tears running down your cheeks and onto your jaw. When his silence persists, you purse your lips, wipe the tears out of your eyes before they stream again. You can feel people staring, you can hear hushed voices, make out your friends trying to find you. “Charles,” you say wetly. “All I ever did was love you. You said you would do the same.”

This time, when you blink, you manage to picture the past clearly.

You’re in Monza, your first day on the job, a balmy day with a sea of red fans. The paddock is intimidating, crawling with people, and you’re having trouble looking for your boss. The crowd is unbelievably noisy, vibrating through the entire area. Vaguely Italian cheers erupt through the place.

You’d circled the area a couple of times but still, you haven’t placed where you need to be. You turn several times to pinpoint the landmarks, the hospitalities, the logos, but to no avail. You’re lost.

“You okay?” Someone says, with an accent just as European as everybody else’s.

“Yeah, uh—well, lost, to be honest. I need to find the media pen, ‘cause it’s my first day.”

“Right over there,” he says, smiling. His eyes crinkle, almost disappear with how big he beams. He stretches a hand out to shake yours and you take it, introducing yourself quickly. He lets his hand linger, and you smile back. You have a feeling this isn’t the last time you’ll see him.

Your heart twists with something unfamiliar. “I’m Charles.”

#f1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc angst #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #charles leclerc imagine

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cheesus-doodles · 1 year

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AHHH YOUR HC’S WERE BEAUTIFUL JUST AS USUALL 🥹🥹🥹 little question thoughh— would yan bff rin ever let y/n cuddle with him?! I know if he did hed be rlly shy about it and be tense but i cant help thinking that maybe he would like hugging us and cuddling with y/n 😭😭 OR MAYBE IM JUST BEING DELUSIONAL GNN ☹️☹️☹️

Recommended Readings: Yan BFF Rindo HCs; In Juvie HCs; Out of Juvie HCs

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ahh thank you anon, and happy lunar new year! i’ve been super busy with all the spring cleaning and i’m working on the next chapters of Going Home AND A Friend in Me! :’)

Very good question! HMMMMM I would say yandere BFF Rindo would love nothing more than to hug and cuddle with you, especially if its in a public enough location like right outside your school, or even at your desk - it’s a foolproof way to show everyone else whose protection you were under, and of course who you picked as your bestfriend. But at the same time, no matter how much this baby boy just wants to cuddle and bathe in your attention, he is also so conscious over his image and the ever-present comparison between him and his older brother to the point that he will never initiate. Even if he is dying to feel your arms around him, Rindo will absolutely ridicule you if you bring up that you want a hug, teasing you about being so needy and that you were such a baby, and then pretending to give you a hug before pulling away and making you whine. Rest assured he will not let you go after that without his mandatory minimum of fifteen minutes of cuddling, though he will keep making sure to mention how it was your idea and how he was being so extra nice by giving in and how was he going to be paid for his niceness. 100% drags off and beats up anyone who stares even a second too long because no one gets to judge him and his bestie.

If you simply never mention cuddling or hugging though and Rindo is getting desperate and you still haven't noticed his pouting and slumping (because what is life for this baby boy if he isn’t getting his cuddles goddammit), Rindo’s solution would be to simply get between whatever you were trying to do, wrap his arms around you, pick you up and walk off. Doesn’t care in the slightest if you were in the middle of a test, your best friend should be your top priority at all times, like you were his. See, he’s not hugging or cuddling you, he’s just carrying you off to who-knows-where. Starts internally panicking when you start innocently questioning him where you two were going because of course he doesn’t have an answer for you, Rindo just wants his cuddles without looking like an absolute simp. So you two always end up at a cafe or sorts with him stammering out an excuse along the lines of “being hungry” but “unable to finish the food by himself”. Anyway it didn’t matter that his excuse made zero sense since you always ate it up like soft serve ice cream, and you were more than happy to allow him to “carry” you all the way to your destination.

Ran always finds it hilarious that Rindo is so shy around you without you even realising it, especially when it comes to cuddling in bed. You’re a cuddly snooze much to Rindo’s delight (and horror), and when you do come over to the Haitani’s for a sleepover and Rindo “can’t find a spare bed” for you, making sure to slap his older brother’s mouth shut before he offers to sleep on the couch with an amused smirk plastered all over his face, you are happy to share a space with your bestfriend. And you can never keep still in your sleep no matter how far Rindo starts off, shifting and tossing and turning until you finally have something to latch on to like a koala. The younger Haitani (while awake) would be stiff as a board, completely tense as you cling to him and try to huddle closer to your source of warmth, even though this entire thing of his idea - would deny, deny, deny even without Ran saying a thing, would tell him to fuck off with a completely red face. And then Ran would wake up to find Rindo fast asleep and his head on your chest, cuddling you back. Takes a picture because its cute but more importantly for blackmail, and would constantly hold it over Rindo’s head how cute the picture looks. Might even print it out, but Rindo would have enough and eat all of Ran’s leftover pastries, drawing a line of how much he would take his older brother’s antiques.

You, of course, would have no idea any of this is going on.

And needless to say, Rindo would absolutely forbid you from hugging anyone besides him, let alone cuddle. Your hugs and cuddles were only for him to enjoy, since you were his bestfriend, so you weren't allowed to hug, cuddle or even glomp anyone, against your natural instinct to do so. You just really liked expressing yourself with a hug, and Rindo likes that, but not with some random stranger - who knows what they will do to you? Carry you off? When he's around, this boy would actively step in between you and your potential glomping target, catching you in your hug and while gently placing a very confused you back on your two feet, send a very stink eye at whoever it was you were trying to give a hug to. If that didn't send them scuttling, then of course they would meet his fists and feet and brick out of your sight. And when he isn't free to accompany you absolutely everywhere to make sure you weren't hugging trash, Rindo would make sure to thoroughly interrogate you over every action you took during that period of time, pinching you when you lose focus and try to switch the topic to something else. He had fingers to break and arms to dislodge after all.

Of course none of this would work the moment Izana and Kakucho were introduced to your lives, and Rindo had to watch in agony and pain as you land your glomps on the Tenjiku leader - he had tried to step in before between you and Izana, but all he could got was a swept leg to his side, which sent him crashing into a table and then a wall. It wasn't fun, but at least that drew your attention away from the tanned boy and back to him. Kakucho is a gentleman about it, catching you by your waist and telling you glomping others without warning is a dangerous and very childish thing to do, though all you do is blink back in confusion; Rindo reluctantly accepts the black-haired boy as an ally, despite the very red face the other sports. He'll have to step up his training of you even more thoroughly to stop this very bad habit of yours when it comes to anyone other than him. But Rindo definitely admits it'll be hard as he bemoans it to Ran who is actively stifling his laugh: Izana is countering him and encouraging you to send more hugs his way, and you were reasons for beyond him listening to that stupid white-haired boss of his.

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laladellakang · 11 months

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first of all: thank you sm for the sneak peek!! I’ve already reread it like five times 💖💖💖 second of all: I’m now crying bc of you 🫠 so thanks for that too ig 😭😭

NAUR BC AHHHHSJSJAJKSJSJSJSJS HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HER?? what did della do to you my god why must she SUFFER LIKE THIS?? it’s midnight rn, my room is pitch dark like my soul atm and I can barely see because my eyes are so damn watery 😭😭😭😭

I know you said you hated it but omg that small snippet was honestly so good— I can’t even imagine how good the actual chapter will be?!?!?! like the way every member has a different reaction and a way of handling things is so accurate but also just how well you described mila in this scene?? but omg MY HEART HURTS FOR DELLA SO BADLY 💔💔💔 she just wants to go home 😭😭😭 like imagine being looked at like you’re a stranger by the people that you love 😭😭😭💔💔

I can’t do this rn I’ve had enough 😢😢😢 is not okay ree!! you’re going to JAIL!!! 🫵😤

that was a joke i love you 🫶

okay ciao imma reread it again

NOOO IM SO SORRY BUT IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT AT THE SAME TIME 😭🫶

i apologise for making our crossover so angsty but i’m planning to make it turn out for the better!! mila and della WILL be besties (i mean not for long unfortunately, at least in this universe ☹️)

so i’m mostly unhappy with how della universe hopped so i’m gonna change that and maybe try to make it less angsty?? not sure thoughh because it kinda has to be angsty like how can it not?? della’s witnessing all of THAT 💔

#clc - ldk asks

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5sos-saucyy · 9 months

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You made Louis nervous, in a way he didn’t understand. Usually he always had something to say, it was hard to get him to shut up really. But with you, it was like he magically turned mute. When he first saw you, you were just standing there, watching him play piano. You were so quiet, he didn’t even realise you had come in. When he realised, he froze, there was just something about your stare. Your eyes. God he loved them. Then when you spoke, he swore he felt his heartbeat speed up ten times faster, for a second, he didn’t really process what you said.

“You’re really good.”

His cheeks went up into flames, no one’s ever actually complimented him on his piano skills, or on anything really. But he sat frozen, still in a daze.

“Um.. hello?”

“Oh! I’m sorry, i just- i- im sorry, thank you.”

And when you smiled at him. God, he thought you were so beautiful when you smiled, he felt lucky, out of all people, you were smiling at HIM? LOUIS? He thought he was going crazy.

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“It’s unbelievable how you get him so shy and quiet.” Violet laughed,

“I don’t understand, usually we can’t get him to shutup.” Second Ruby, southern accent strong.

“I’m just special.” You said matter of factly.

“You are special…” finally spoke up Louis.

“Don’t make me puke.” Violet rolled her eyes saying so.

She got up, walked away making puking sounds.

“Me too,” the redhead followed.

“Guess it’s just me and you then.” You turned to Louis with a smirk. Seeing him shy away and shrink in the spot made you wanna laugh out loud. The power you had over him was impeccable. He didn’t seem to mind either.

“You’re so cute, you know that?”

He blushed, hiding his face in his freckled hands.

“Shut up..” he managed to muffle.

Your smirk just turned into a wide Cheshire Cat smile. You sat up, climbing onto his lap, knowing it would make him even more flustered. Anytime you touched him, in any way, goosebumps would just spread up his arms. Blush would spread up through his neck to his face, to the tip of his ears. It made your heart melt seeing the affect you had on him.

He stuffed his lit face into your neck, hiding it from you.

“You’re so evil.” He mumbled, his lips moving against your neck.

You grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you.

“I hate you..” he muttered.

“Do you thoughh” you giggled.

Slowly leaning in closer, he wrapped his arms around your face, looking like a touch starved puppy dog. Soon, your lips met. He made a little noise that sounded like relief. It made you giggle. You both smiled into the kiss.

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Louis didn’t know what he was getting into the day he met you. But being with you, you were full of adventure and mystery. You lit something in him that he didn’t know was there before, but he was thankful. Because before you, it always felt like there was just something there, cold. But then there was you, and that cold spot within him lit up with warmth.

Yeah, the world ended, and he went through a lot to get to where he is now, but he’s never been happier.

The world may have ended, but he wouldn’t want to be with anyone else in the end of the world.

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Written by muah

-Barnie.

#twdg violet #twd gifs #twdg s4 #twdg season 4 #twdg louis #twdg clementine #twdg aj #the waking dead #the walking dead game

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kopivie · 1 year

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THAT'S SO CUTE THOUGHH i can already feel a found family coming in i just know it (if there is gonna be a found family thing pls dont unfound ur found families OR ELSE I'LL BE SO FUCKING SADDD)

also OMG are there other characters that have code names like the gems? WHAT'S THE WORLD LIKE? it is modern,, medieval?? a mixx of the twO? MY BRAIN IS NOT BRAINING RN

"when it comes to interacting with people, lapis and lazuli are like the sun and the moon. lazuli's very parental and strict, and lapis is very :D all the time @(@;#*#;" this has me worried about the potential future conflict between them esp considering how good they play off of each other as a duo

"nd throw in some draconian cave encounters" PLEASE. PELASE I LOVE DRAGON STUFF SO MUCH U DONT EVEN KNOWWOWWOW dragons have always been my fave along w turtles

"lazuli's other eye is literally a lapis lazuli" WHATATTAHAAHAA BESTIE I NEED TO KMNOW WHAT THYE LOOK LIKE AT THIS POINT

see, it starts as found family because lapis and lazuli have each other — literally two halves of the same whole, what with their names being connected and whatnot — and then it turns into, like, childhood friends to lovers? maybe? probably not?? who knows! but this found family will definitely be growing, and yes, i'll try to add gem names for each of them! (of course it'll take some remixing since most blue gems don't have such flattering names, but we'll make it work!)

but!! since you asked about the world... okay buckle in for a sec, cause i'm crazy and this is gonna get infodump-y..

the world is very much a fantasy world, yeah? the city that they're in — that all my characters seem to start out in, actually — is called zahaire, the capital city of the avrigian empire. rigel and saipha are actually the royals of this empire, with rigel being the heir to the throne (although it's currently in council whether or not to pass the title onto saipha). i guess in terms of imagery, i use things like this for reference:

you pickin' up what i'm putting down? zahaire is a little more like the first image, with sapphire, the tavern, being similar to the second image somewhere in zahaire. (definitely not the upscale part of the city though, that's for sure.)

as for draconian caves, i maintain that precious gemstones like... well, lapis lazuli, come from these caves. these caves are made when a dragon dies; it's body hollows out and on the walls grow multitudes of these precious models gems that are filled with this rich elemental power.

and speaking of gems with elemental power; if lazuli's completely blind and the one visible eye is just an actual lapis lazuli, then they'll have water-based abilities!

i can't draw, so i really don't have any images for what lazuli could look like.. but i know they have dark skin, their left eye is blue, their right eye is covered by an eyepatch and there's a large scar running underneath it. they have a mean-looking face — they often look like they're scowling or glaring at people, but really, that's just their face.

if i had to explain their eye being a gemstone, i'd say that in a desperate attempt to keep lazuli alive after the accident, lapis dragged them to a cave on the outskirts of the city and begged with the spirits to save their friend, to which they responded by giving them an "eye" — the gem — imbued with spiritual and elemental energy strong enough for them to use the elements and stay alive. couldn't give them sight, though. they were born blind to begin with.

AAAAAA OKAY I'LL SHUT UP NOW SORRY

#[ 💭 — thoughts. ]#THIS DRAGGED ON FOR SO LONG IM SO SORRY #MY BAD MY BAD ENTIRELY

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chrizbang · 3 years

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Pairing: Han Jisung x female reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: mature content, swearing, partying, drinking, fighting, crying, penetative sex, unprotected sex.

Word count: 4.934

Author’s note: English is not my first language, there might be some grammar mistakes dhuofdsjojd I hope you enjoy it and I would love to hear your feedback!

You and Jisung dated for almost a year. He was a great boyfriend even though he was always busy. He barely had time to spend with you, he worked a lot and had all the work from college. Because of that, Jisung decided it was better to break up with you. He really liked you, but he thought it wouldn't be fair to keep you in a relationship with him since he didn't have time to spend with you. That's what he told himself.

He wanted you to remain as friends. It wasn’t a long time ago, so you were still healing, and as much as you wanted to do the friends thing, you needed sometime for yourself.

After you finished your shift at the coffee shop you worked at, you were heading home. You were tired and all you wanted was to go to sleep. Becca, your roommate, messaged you saying she was going to a party, so you were going to be alone.

It was in moments like thiswhere you missed Jisungthe most, the momentswhen you were alone in your apartment. You missed how he would make you dinner, even thoughhe would burn the food most of the time. You missed cuddling with him on the couch while you watched a movie. And, oh boy, you missed having sex with him. Jisungwas good, he knew exactly what he had to do to drive you crazy, and as much as you like using your toys, it wasn’t the same.

After getting home, you took your shoes and yourjacket off and sat on the couch. All you wanted was to go to sleep but you needed to shower. You grabbed your phone and you saw that you had two messages from Becca.

Becca, 20:30: hey

Becca, 20:30: girl, are you awake?

Y/N, 20:31: yes

You felt curious, but you chose to take a shower instead of waiting for her to answer. You got up from the couch and went to your room. You took your clothes off, putting them in the laundry basket inside your bathroom, and entered the shower. It was quick, just enough to take the sweat off. After drying your body, you put on your panties and your favorite hoodie and went to bed.

You took your phone and saw that Becca sent two more messages.

Becca, 20:50:[picture]

Becca, 20:50: Isn’t that Jisung????

You opened the picture and felt your heart sink. Jisung was in the line outside of the party, waiting to get in. He was with some friends. Jisung was wearing skinny jeans, sneakers, and that one leather jacket that made him look so good.

You know he had to move on eventually, it’s been one month since he broke up with you. But it made you feel sad that you were still thinking about him and he was ready to meet someone new.

Y/N, 20:52:wow

Y/N, 20:52:can you do me a favor?

Becca, 20:53:sure

Y/N, 20:53:tell me if you see him doing something with someone, like kissing or anything

Becca, 20:55:are you sure you want to know about that?

Y/N, 20:55:yes, please

Becca wasn’t answering anymore, she was probably entering the party, you thought. You decided to go to sleep and try to forget about it. You laid on the bed and closed your eyes. You felt your head hurting, it was probably going to take you long to go to sleep now. You tried not to think about Jisung.

The next morning, you woke up at 9:00 am, it was your day off. You didn’t sleep well last night, so you didn’t wanted to get up, but you remembered what you asked Becca. You checked your phone and there wasn’t a new message from her. You got up and crawled to Becca’s room. You thought she was sleeping, but there was no one in her room. That’s when you heard noise in the kitchen.

“Hey,” you said.

“Good morning!” Becca looked fine for someone who partied all night. That was something that you always admired about her, how easy it was for her to have energy and a socialize. You couldn’t relate. She was wearing a pink cropped with booty shorts, her dark straight her on a ponytail, and she was making pancakes. She always made pancakes for the both of you in the morning.

“So, about Jisung…” she looked at you “are you really sure you want to know? I know you still have feelings for him.”

“I need to know,” you sat at the table in the kitchen. There was no turning back now. If you didn’t know what happened, it would linger in your mind forever. Becca put the dishes on the table and you took one pancake. You weren’t feeling hungry but you were going to eat it anyway.

“Okay,” she sighed “After we entered the party, I wasn’t able to keep track of him all the time, there were a lot of people inside.” She took a bite of her pancake. “What I saw was that he spent most of the time with his friends. However, I saw him kissing two girls, one after, at least, 30 minutes after the party started. She was Black and had a fit body. The other one was before he left, she was Asian and a little bit taller. And…” she paused.

“What?”

“She left with them.”

Becca saw your expression, she knew that you were feeling upset about it.

“I’m sorry for telling you,” she said “but you are my friend, and I wouldn’t be able to see him at the party having fun and not tell you. This is a sign that you need to move on.”

“I know…You know what? I’m going back to sleep.”

“You are not going to finish your pancake?”

“Sorry, I’m not hungry.”

Becca looked upset, but you know it wasn’t because of the pancake, but because she knew how you were feeling. You got up and went to your room. After laying in bed, you started crying. You felt empty, like you were easily replaced. All you been through with Jisung was in the past, you knew that, but knowing that he was with other girls was like a confirmation. Thinking about someone else kissing his lips, hugging him. Thinking about him running his pretty hands through someone else’s body. It made you feel sick. You knew it was silly, you knew you had no right to feel this way, but you couldn’t help it.

It has been a week since you discovered that Jisung was going out with other girls. You decided it was for the best to forget about him, you had plans for your future, and suffering for a man wasn’t going to help you.

You were getting ready for your shift, putting your uniform on, after taking a shower, when you received a notification on your phone. You picked it and saw it was a text message. When you opened it, you felt butterflies in your stomach.

Unknown number, 13:25: Hey

Unknown number, 13:25: Sorry for messaging you out of the blue.

It was Jisung. You deleted his number but you could see his profile picture. Just because you were trying to get over him, he had to message you.

Unknown number, 13:26: I just wanted to tell you that I finally graduated!

You didn’t know if it was better to ignore these messages or to answer him, but you decided to answer because you didn’t want to be rude.

Y/N, 13:29: hey, that’s good to hear

Y/N, 13:29: I’m happy for you

Unknown number, 13:31: Thanks!

Unknown number, 13:31: We’re going to have a party to celebrate it. You can come, if you want. You can bring Becca too. I would love to see you.

No way you were going. Nope. No. The last thing you needed was to see him. To feel him. To hug him. To smell his perfume. No.

Y/N, 13:34: sorry, but I think it for the best if I don’t go.

Unknown number, 13:37: It’s okay, but the offer is still up in case you change your mind.

You decided not to answer anymore. You were late to work and you didn’t want to keep thinking about it.

After working all day, you got home exhausted. Becca was already home, so she was preparing dinner.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hey Y/N. I’m making pasta”. She said. “I had an idea and you are not going to say no to me.”

“Okay?” you stepped into the kitchen, curious about what she was talking about.

“We are going to a party!” Becca said excitedly.

“You know I’m not a fan of parties.”

“I know, but my friend Seungmin is throwing a party to celebrate his graduation, and I know a lot of cute boys are going to be there. Is your chance to get over your ex.”

“I don’t think I’m going to get over him if I keep thinking about him. Besides, he is going to that party, he invited me.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“You know what? That’s good. So he can see what he lost.

Besides, are you going to lose an opportunity to have fun just so you can avoid him? That’s ridiculous.” You know she was trying to convince you. “Jisung needs to see that you are doing fine without him”.

“I’m definitely not” you grunted. You sat on the table, holding your head with your hands. This was a stupid idea.

“He doesn’t know that, I’m not taking no for an answer.”

You knew it was useless to fight with Becca, she was persuasive when she wanted to.

“I’m gonna think about it, okay?” You gave Becca a pleading look, hoping that she would have mercy on you.

“Okay, but you don’t have much time. The party is this friday.”

Eventually, you decided to go to the party. Becca was right, you shouldn’t have to avoid places just because Jisung would be there. Besides, there was nothing you could say to convince her otherwise.

It was friday and you were feeling like you were going to explode. You didn’t know if you were ready to see Jisung yet. You wanted so bad for him to look at you and regret breaking up with you. You wanted him to beg to get back with you, but at the same time, you were scared you would have to see him with a new girlfriend.

You were getting ready, after doing your hair and make-up, you were trying to decide which outfit to wear. Somebody knocked on your door. “Come in,” you said.

“Hey” Becca entered your room, noticing that you were still in your underwear. “Can’t choose what to wear?” she sat on your bed.

“Yeah. I want something that makes me look good, so maybe Jisung will notice me, but at the same time, I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard.”

“Why don’t you wear that low-cut white blouse that makes your boobs look good? You can wear it with a nice skirt,” Becca suggested.

“Hmm, I think I’ll wear it with some jeans instead of a skirt, so it will look more casual, and heel boots.” You put on your outfit and you felt good because you were looking gorgeous. Even if Jisung didn’t notice you, at least you were feeling good about yourself.

Becca called an Uber and you arrived at the party. Seugnmin’s house was huge, like something you’ve never seen before. You were standing before a huge gate, and inside you could see he had a big pool, where people were gathering around.

Once you were inside, you tried not to look for Jisung, even though you knew you would see him eventually. Becca suggested that you would get a drink, so both of you went to the kitchen. There were a lot of alcoholic beverages on the table, but since you weren’t fond of drinking, you just got the same as Becca.

“Hey, that boy didn’t stop to look at me since we arrived here,” Becca told you, trying not to look at him.

“Oh, I know him, his name is Felix. He is really cute.”

“I think I’m going to talk to him,” Becca winked at you. “Will you be okay?” She seemed concerned.

“Yes, I’ll be fine, go talk to him.” You didn’t want to stop her from having fun. After Becca left, you went outside to get some air. Seungmin’s backyard was huge, but it didn’t stop you from seeing Jisung. He was next to a table that was close to the pool. He was talking to a girl, she was blonde with straight hair, so she wasn’t one of the girls Becca said he kissed at the party. They looked like they were having an interesting conversation, she had her hand on his arm, she was definitely flirting with him. You couldn’t clearly see his face but by his body language, he was into it. He approached her to say something on her ear, his hands on her waist.

You felt your head hurt so bad, you really wanted to leave. You were so stupid to think you would be okay with seeing him, especially like that.

You turned around, wanting to leave as soon as possible, but a guy bumped into you, making you drop your drink on your blouse.

“Oh, shit,” he said.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, no, I’m the one who’s sorry! I fucked up your shirt.”

“It’s okay, I was leaving anyway,” you looked up at the boy, he was tall, he had his long dark hair up in a ponytail. He was wearing a black sweatshirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers. He was so handsome, like a model.

“Hey, you don’t have to leave. Here,” he took his sweatshirt off, making his shirt underneath go up with it, exposing his abs. You couldn’t help but look. “I don’t know if it’s going to ruin your outfit, but at least you won’t have to wear something wet and stained.”

“You don’t have to,” you started to blush, he was really cute.

“It’s okay, really. You can even give me your blouse so I can wash it for you, I owe you one.”

“I’ll take the sweatshirt, but you don’t have to wash the shirt. Don’t worry.”

“Okay, can I get you another drink? I promise I won’t drop it on you again.”

“Sure! Just let me get changed” You rushed to the bathroom, feeling all giggly. For a moment you even forgot about how you were feeling because of Jisung. You took your blouse off and put on the sweatshirt. It had a nice smell, he probably used a good perfume. You just realized that you never asked his name.

You left the bathroom and looked for him, he was at the balcony in the kitchen. You approached him, holding your blouse in your hands.

“This sweatshirt is really comfortable. I might not give you back,” you teased him.

He smiled at you, he had such a pretty smile, he was breathtaking.

“I’ll allow it because you look cute in it.” You couldn’t stop blushing.

“So, my name is Y/N, what’s your name?”

“Hyunjin,” he said while pouring something into a cup.

“Are you graduating too?”

“Not yet,” he handed you the cup and took a sip from his own “I’m friends with the guy who planned the party.”

“Seungmin?”

“Yeah, do you know him?” he asked.

“I heard about him,” you looked at your cup “what is it?”

“I have no idea,” Hyunjin laughed.

You and Hyunjin chatted for a while, he was funny and you were having a good time. People were dancing in the living room, and he invited you to go there so you could dance with him. Hyunjin was a good dancer, moving his hips with ease. He was mesmerizing, and the alcohol you drank was starting to make you feel tipsy. He had his hands on your hips, guiding your body against his, sometimes grinding on you. For a moment you lost all your inhibitions, you gently grabbed his face with your hands and kissed him. It wasn’t long before Hyunjin kissed you back, opening his lips so you could put your tongue inside of his mouth. He held your head with one hand while the other held your back. He had soft lips and he was a good kisser, but you didn’t feel anything but desire. You kissed him for a while, but it was getting late and you had to go home if you wanted to sleep before going to work the next day. After you explained it to Hyunjin, you asked for his number, with the excuse of only getting it so you can give back his sweatshirt, and you went around looking for Becca, trying your best to avoid Jisung. Finally, you found her, kissing Felix like there was no tomorrow. You just wanted to tell her that you were leaving, but she insisted to go with you. You called an Uber and left the party.

“So… I saw you kissing that tall guy, he’s really cute,” Becca said while you were opening the front door of your apartment.

“Yeah, he is,” you smiled.

“You know who else saw it? Jisung.”

“Really?” You turned around to face her, after closing the door. You tried not to care about it, but it was useless.

“Yes, I was going to the bathroom, when I saw him in the kitchen getting some drinks, when he went through the living room to go outside again, he saw you dancing with the guy.” Becca sat on the couch to take her shoes off.

“But you said he saw us kissing?”

“Yeah, because he stayed inside, looking at you. Not gonna lie, he looked really upset.”

You felt a mix of emotions, part of you was happy because Jisung felt like you were feeling. But part of you thought it was stupid, and you didn’t want to hurt him.

“Anyway, I’m gonna take a shower and go to sleep,” Becca said, going to her room. You decided to do the same.

The next day you went to work with a migraine, you didn’t even drink that much. The day went by fast, it was almost the end of your shift. You were cleaning some cups in the sink when you heard the bell on the door, indicating that someone entered the coffee shop. You weren’t paying much attention until the person stopped by the balcony.

“Y/N.”

You turned around, feeling butterflies in your stomach. “Jisung?”

“I wanna talk to you.”

“I can’t, I’m working,” you were feeling so confused, what was he doing here all of the sudden?

“Your shift will end in 10 minutes, right?” he looked at the watch on his wrist to check. “I can wait,” his expression was serious, he looked like he was upset but he didn’t look angry.

Ten minutes later, you left the balcony to go change in the back of the coffee shop. You were feeling nervous and apprehensive, you tried to change as fast as you could so you could solve this situation already.

When you went back, Jisung was sitting at a table with a thoughtful expression. He got up when he saw you getting closer.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you home.”

“You said you wanted to talk to me.”

“Yeah, I do, but let’s go home first.”

You sighed but followed him to his car.

When you were inside the car, the atmosphere was heavy. Jisung drove to your house without saying a word. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

He stopped the car in front of your apartment, you really wanted to talk to him but you weren’t feeling brave enough to say anything.

“Can I come inside?” Jisung asked with pleading eyes. You felt a bit nervous, you would be alone with him since Becca texted you saying that she was going to spend the night at Felix’s house, but you couldn’t say no to him.

“I’m just trying to understand something,” Jisung said after you were already inside the house, you locked the door and looked at him.

“What?”

“You told me that you were not going to the party, you know, the one to celebrate the graduation. But, to my surprise, not only you went to the party, but you also were having a lot of fun with Hyunjin.” Jisung sat on the couch, he had a disappointed expression.

“So what?”

“So what?” he raised his eyebrows. “I invited you because I hoped I would be able to see you, you never spoke to me again. And also, Hyunjin, really?”

You started to feel angry, his fucking audacity.

“Jisung, you broke up with me, you’ve been hanging with a lot of girls since then, and now you’re upset because I was kissing somebody else?” you thought he wasn’t being rational.

“I don’t like him, I don’t want to see you with him again,” you looked at him hoping that he was joking, but he had a serious expression.

“You must be kidding me,” you laughed “I’m a single woman, single because you fucking broke up with me, I’ll fucking kiss whoever I want.”

“Stay away from him Y/N, I’m warning you,” he raised his voice. He looked intimidating when he was upset.

You felt your blood boiling, what the fuck was he thinking.

“You know what, I know why you don’t want me to go out with him,” you stood in front of him. “He is great, he is handsome, tall, his hair is fucking shiny. You are afraid that’ll he fuck me the way you never did, aren’t you?”

You crossed your arms, you didn’t want to fight with Jisung, but you were feeling so frustrated, you couldn’t hold your words anymore.

“You’re afraid he’s going to make me feel like the fucking woman you never made me fe-”

It was enough for Jisung, he grabbed you by your thighs and lifted you, carrying you on his shoulder. He dragged you to your room and threw you on the bed. You didn’t even have time to react before Jisung turned you around, your back now against his chest. He held your arms behind your back, putting his weight against your body.

“You are such a little brat, aren’t you?” he whispered against your ear. “I’m gonna teach you a lesson, I’m gonna show you who you fucking belong to.”

He sounded so angry and you would be lying if you said it wasn’t turning you on. He let go of your arms so he could unbuckle his belt, taking it off and using it to tie your arms behind your back. You tried to hold a moan, you didn’t want to give him the taste of knowing that you were turned on by him.

He unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down without taking them off. He ripped your underwear, but you weren’t able to complain because seeing him like that was making you super wet.

You felt him moving in the bed when he started to unbutton his pants, taking them off. Jisung ran his thumb on your folds, playing with your pussy lips.

"So fucking wet for me," he groaned. He held your hips and lowered his body, putting his face on the level of your pussy. You could feel his breath before he started to run his tongue on your folds. At this point, you weren't able to hold your moans anymore, everything he was doing was driving you crazy. All the times you had sex with him, he was always soft and patient, taking his time with you. But the fact that he was acting rough because he was jealous made you feel like he desired you. "You always taste so fucking good," Jisung said, positioning himself on top of you. Slowly, he pushed his rock-hard cock inside of you, making you feel every inch. You gasped, feeling him stretching your pussy out like that. Once he was fully inside, Jisung started to move at a fast pace, not giving you time to get used to him inside of you. You could barely move, trying to take everything he was giving you.

"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" Jisung pulled your hair and started to suck on your neck, leaving marks behind. The fact that he didn't even bother to take all of your clothes off turned you on so bad. He raised your shirt and grabbed your boobs, pinching your nipple. "Answer me," he demanded. "Yes, y-es, I love it," you could barely answer. He never stopped his movements, fucking you from behind, leaving marks on your neck, claiming you as his.

“Please, I so close,” you moaned, feeling your orgasm approaching.

Jisung was panting, he was high also getting close. "Cum for me, slut." "Yes, yes, f-fuck," was all you could say before you felt your orgasm hitting you hard. Jisung kept going for a while until he let out a long moan, spilling his hot cum inside of you. He stayed on top of you for a while, breathing on your neck. "Y/N?" he said, after a while. "Hmm?" "We need to talk." You tried to lift your body but you couldn't because of Jisung's weight, so he lay by your side. He untied you and you turned around to face him. "I don't wanna talk," you protested. "This was the best that I felt for a while, I don't wanna ruin it by fighting with you." "Y/N, I-" Jisung stopped, thinking about what he was trying to say. "I'm sorry." You could see the regret on his face. "I thought I was being selfish by dating you, I barely had time to do anything besides working and studying, I didn't want to keep you in a relationship like this, you deserved better." Jisung got closer to you, avoiding your eyes. "After I graduated, I had more free time, and you had no idea how much I wanted to spend time with you, but I didn't have the guts to go after you after breaking up with you. I tried to forget about you by going to parties and meeting other girls, but it was never the same." He sat against the headboard. "When I saw you with Hyunjin, I felt so hurt, especially because you are right, he would be so much better for you." You looked at him, he looked like he was being honest. "You have no idea how hurt I was after seeing you with other girls." "I know. It's okay if you don't want to see me again, but I want you to know that you are important to me." "I think I need some time to think."

Jisung left your apartment. You got up to shower and clean the mess on your bed. All the time you kept thinking about what happened. You absolutely wanted to be with him, but at the same time, you were still upset about what happened. Eventually you called Jisung, since you couldn’t stop thinking about him, and he invited you to have dinner at his place on the next day, after work. You changed at work before going to his house, deciding to wear a white shirt with jeans. Jisung made pasta, it was easy and fast to cook but it was also your favorite food. The dinner was awkward in the beginning, both of you not knowing what to say to each other. "So...now that you graduated, what are your plans?" you tried to start a conversation to stop with the awkward silence. You were sitting at the table in his kitchen, in front of him. His mouth was full of food, so he took a while before answering your question. "Well, I got a job at that record company I've told you, do you remember?" "I do! That's really good to hear Jisung." He smiled at you. You always felt your heart melting when you saw his pretty smile. "Y/N... I'm really sorry for everything. I feel like I'm being selfish with you. You saw me with other girls and I lost it when I saw you with someone else. I don't know what to do but, it's okay if you choose to be with Hyunjin. I have no right to be upset at you." He avoided your eyes, too afraid of your reaction.

You wondered if you really should tell him that you dumped Hyunjin the day before. You messaged him, opening your heart to him and explaining your feelings for your ex-boyfriend. You still promised to give him his sweatshirt back. "Jisung, forget about Hyunjin. I wouldn't be able to get seriously involved with him, knowing that I still have feelings for you." Jisung looked at you, a glimpse of hope in his eyes. He reached for your hand. "I promise you I will be a better boyfriend if you still want me. You have no idea how much I miss you." "I want it. But this the last chance I'm giving you." Jisung got up and went to your side on the table, he held your face with his hands and kissed you. A kiss that made you dizzy by the passion it had. "I love you," he said. "I love you too." And after that, you knew that you had a new beginning with Jisung by your side.

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jjfics · 4 years

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On The Run | 01

ship: Five Hargreeves x Female!Reader

summary: The Hargreeves have to leave the Academy behind and run away to Dallas, Texas. The Reader is a lot more anxious than Five and thats understandable, but they need to focus.

series: read part 2 here

author: jane jack aka your girl jjfics

words: 1950

warnings: mentions of blood, death and murder, (feelings of uncertainty and anxiety, flashbacks) and lots of angssst (why do i love writing angst thoughh??)

a/n: there will definitely be a part 2 so keep those notifications in checkk

It felt as if you could read everyone else’s thoughts through the silence. The car kept moving at a fast speed as you passed cities and villages. From time to time you would worry Five was going to lose control of the car, but he never even flinched.

He just looked at the road before you; stress and worry were clear in his eyes. There was so much he needed to figure out. Who were you going to be from now on? And him? And his siblings? Were you going to hide forever?

“Five” you whispered. He didn’t hear you. Or maybe he did and he chose to ignore you. “Five” you said again, this time catching his attention.

He turned to look at you for a moment and then he focused on the road again.“What?”

“Can we stop for 5 minutes at the next gas station, please? I have to wash my hands.” you said quietly looking down.

He pursed his lips before he spoke again. “No.” Five was just being direct. The more time it took you to get to Dallas, the more vulnerable you became.

Dallas…

You fell through the vortex a couple of months before Five arrived. With no idea where the others went or how to find them, it was really just you, all alone. You were the last one Elliot took a picture of before the chaos of the second apocalypse began. The alley was strange, and so were the people. Everything was different here. You were disoriented and scared. According to the confused strangers when you asked them the date, you were somewhere way before your birth.

First thing you realise when you don’t even have a home anymore is that you need money. It can be so crucial. But how will you, a nobody in the 60s, survive if all you knew how to do, was sing? Music was how you met your best friend Vanya for the first time: at an audition. And after that followed the concerts. The public loved the two of you.

So you did what you did best.

One day, while walking aimlessly on the busy streets, searching for a place selling cheap food, you started singing your favourite song. A song no one around had ever heard, a song you danced to with Five once. People started to gather around you and listen as you went on. This was it, this is where you were in your element. Your father forced you to take singing lessons when you were four. You didn’t enjoy it at first, but you grew up to love it. People clapped and left you money before going on about their day. So you ended up spending the entire day there. By nightfall you had been given enough money for the whole week.

You were leaning on a cold brick wall and eating a sandwich when you saw someone drop a newspaper. Curiously, you grabbed it and were shocked by the headline.

“Young woman sings in front of a bakery stealing every Texan’s heart. Who is the mysterious singer to whom many would empty their pockets for a show?

You had been living in an apartment above The Rosemary Club, the place you worked at now. You sang almost every night and earned a lot of money and visitors for your boss, so he let you stay there.

One night, you had a special visitor. He wasn’t there to see you specifically; he was working, just like you. Luther went everywhere his boss went, he was his bodyguard. You made eye contact a couple of times but never spoke on that evening. You couldn’t even look at him without cringing away. Not after what he did to Vanya. Five might say that she’s the bomb, but in your mind, that bomb was pretty much activated by Luther.He tried to talk to you but you avoided him as much as possible.

“y/n! Wait, stop running away, God!”

“What do you want, Luther?” you gave him a cold look.

“To talk to you? Isn’t that what normal people do after they haven’t seen each other for a long time?” he asks.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” you said and ordered a drink.

“Jesus, y/n, what's wrong with you?”

“Do I have to remind you that we’re here because of you?”

“Because of me? What do you mean, didn’t you see how Vanya literally destroyed the M-”

“Shut up. I don’t care.” you cut him off. “Have you met anyone else besides me, you stalker?”

“No.” he admitted. ”I tried searching for Allison but they haven’t found her yet.”

“Right. Amazing. Five? No news about him either?” His expression softens. He knew about your relationship with Five, and how much you two meant for each other.

“No, I’m really sorry. I don’t know where he is…” his voice only getting smaller when he saw the disappointment in your eyes.

You looked up from your drink and to the big man next you. “Then you can leave. I have to go get dressed.” You put your glass on the counter and left.

Your days in Dallas were easy. Life was always the same and you knew what to expect. Sometimes Luther and his boss would show up at the club and you would ignore each other. You sang, you were introduced to some people and you would make small talk with the bartender. Day after day, always missing your friends. Missing 2019. Missing Five. Your life was easy, but you were alone for the most part. You missed cuddling with Five before you went to sleep together and then waking up in his arms. You missed how he would come and pick you up after practise. How he would kiss you after every concert and tell you how proud he was of you. You missed him truly.

The bow to the public mixed with a charismatic smile and a wave was how you always ended a good show. Walking off stage you rolled your eyes when you saw who came towards you.

“There’s someone who would like to talk to you.” he said with a stupid smile planted on his face.

“I’m on break.” you tried to walk away. Luther grabbed your arm and spun you around so you would be facing him again. “Hey! What are you doing? Back off!”

“Believe me, y/n, you really should go talk to him”

You eyed him suspiciously. “Well alright then.” you said sarcastically. “But keep your hands to yourself.”

“Yeah, right, sorry.” he said and stepped to the side . “Come with me, he’s waiting outside.” he babbled before leading you to the main entrance of the club, one which neither of you used. This all seemed sketchy. If he was trying to kidnap you, I’d be no surprise.

The air outside was cooler than usual. You crossed your arms and huffed.

And then you saw him. Right there, alive and in front of you. He was well. He survived.

He was still wearing his uniform, which was clean. He must've just arrived.

You ran to him as fast your red heels allowed you to and he met you with a warm embrace. He still smelled exactly like himself. A day to him, months for you. Is this what it felt like for him when he was stuck in the future? You hugged him tight and inhaled his scent deeply trying to forget all these nights you cried, hoping he would come through the door and hug you. Hoping he would materialize in front of you like he did for his father’s funeral.

The man still looked young, but you knew damn well who he was. He wasn’t someone you’d forget that easily. Finally, he was here, with you.

He pulled away and it almost pained you. It was crazy, of course, to think that after all this time you’d lose him again, but even as much as moving an inch scared you now that he was right here.

“y/n.”

“Five”

Your lips melted together in the most awaited kiss of the century. Of all time maybe. His hands glued themselves to your waist again and you saw him perfectly in the dim light of the alley.

Your eyes were empty. You wanted to wipe your hands but the blood on them had dried already.

“Five, please I need to wash my hands. I need to- I- I have to wash it all away- Please”

He hated that he had to hear you beg and yet he couldn't stop. It’s for her own safety, it’s for our safety, he would think.

“y/n we can’t stop now. Even 5 minutes could mean our deaths right now. Please understand”

And you wanted to understand. You wanted to stay calm just like the rest, but they were trained. They’ve done such things before. You however, didn’t. Everytime you looked at your lap you saw her again. Laying there, lifeless. You saw the knife as it fell from your hands, making an awful sound when it hit the floor. Maybe if you’d wash them, the flashbacks would stop.

“Please, I can’t. I can’t do it. I can’t be like this. This is not- It’s not-”

Your breath was uncontrolled. Everytime you closed your eyes, you saw her again. Everytime you would inhale, she would exhale for the last time, again, and again, and again. You were fully sobbing now.

Vanya’s hand softly touched your shoulder from the back seat and you flinched. “Shh, it’s just me” she cooed “It’s just me”

You tried to relax a bit and then spoke again, hoping to get it right this time.

“I’m a bad person, Five. I just killed an innocent woman and… and I have her blood all over my hands.” you looked at him to find he was already looking at you. Guilt and regret were visible on his face. “I’m a killer, Five.” you wept.

He reached your cheek with one hand and wiped your tears away. “She wasn’t innocent” he stated. “She’s killed many people.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m any less of a killer”

“Well, then. I’m a killer too. More or less than my siblings here. So we are all on the same team.” he spoke calmly, as if the Hargreeves discussed murder at the dinner table every evening. Thinking about it twice there’s a big chance they did, when the old man was still alive at least.

“But you killed to survive, Five. You had to. I didn’t but she’s dead now.”

He huffed in annoyance. She’s not used to this. Take it slowly, he thought.

“You had to, too, y/n. It was self defence. If it wasn’t her then… well then let’s not think about it” he finished. Then I would be the one dead, you added, but only in your head because you knew how much he hated thinking about anything bad happening to you. He wanted you safe. You wanted him safe.

“Okay then. But as soon as we’re in Dallas we’ll stop and get new clothes.” you started to come back to your senses again. Right. You need to get to the city and find a way to trick the Commision. Or maybe you needed to hide. Or just freshen up and get on the road again. You didn’t know exactly what you were going to do, but if anyone found the map Diego was holding in his lap right now, they’d know exactly what your first stop was going to be. The Rosemary Club.

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves imagine #five imagine #five x reader #number five fanfic #number five x reader #number five imagine #number five #tua imagine #tua fanfiction #tua fanfic #tua fandom #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy imagine

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cottoncandyjester · 4 years

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Katsuki, izuku, and todoroki with a delinquent S/O

I feel sleepy..but I still want to write

sorry for any typos 🍓

Warning this story contains unhealthy yandere behavior

Bakugo katsuki

Aggressively cares for you

Is constantly telling at you when you get into a fight and come back with bruises

Also finds out who you going with and makes sure to hurt them for even laying a finger on you

Honestly you are such a brat that he wants to kiss and choke you at the same time

Once he kidnap you, cause he definitely will he will keep a muzzle on you to shut you up cause you won't stop screaming

Seeing as he himself is just as rowdy and aggressive as you the two of you argue quite abit

He loves that about you thoughYour personality is so fiery that he is just so in love

You two get into swearing matches that just end with bakugo kissing you roughly cause fighting with you makes him hot and bothered

Like call him a pain in the ass one more time, yeah keep fighting him

Katsuki let's out an annoyed sigh as he watched your struggling body trying to fight the chains that were tied to a chair keeoing you in place, its been a month aince katsuki swiped you and you were still fighting him to a point where he was getting fed up but at the same time seeing you scream muffled threats and try to attack him was kinda exciting.

"oi! Shut the hell up before I blow your jaw off your damn head so you cant speak at all!"

As katsuki pulled the muzzle off you he couldn't help but smirk as foul and vile words escaped your lips, the blonde felt his chest grow heavy and before he knew it he slammed his lips against yours now kissing you so hard that your lips would surely bruise, he tried to slip his tongue past your lips but you were clearly not into it so he chomped his teeth down on your bottom lip shoving his tongue in your mouth when you grow in pain

When the male pulled back he licked his lips before a dark chuckle escaped him now watching your eyes shift to a slight fear when he popped an explosion right near your face letting you feel the slight burn.

"keep acting up, it only makes things more fucking fun. Either way you are are mine and I'll make sure to let you know that by putting you in your stupid place"

Todoroki shouto

He honestly doesn't quite know what to do with you

You are so loud compared to him but that's what he likes

Your constant fighting is a little worrying though He is always following you like a little dog

No matter what you can't get rid of him

You would think after threatening him and yelling he would leave but nope

Not even subtle with his stalking like hes always there

He tries to get you to study with him cause your grade are kinda bad

You of course refuse and keep your distance

Todoroki soon can't take your behavior and some decides to steal you away

After all he has money so he can take care of you

Was not expecting you to fight as much as you did

He at first starts to buy you gifts to hopefully get you to understand that he loves you and will see that he cares

This poor guy is touch starved but everytime he wants to cuddle you struggle against him

He doesn't want to use his quirk but he feels as if he has no choice

He doesn't like using violence on you..but if you keep being awful to him he just has to make sure you can't do that anymore

After all he'll still adore you even if you are missing a few parts

"You're so cold, it's okay my body will warm you up"

Shouto held your body close to his and his hand trailed over the bandages around your mouth, he still remembered that night when he had to do it. He promised himself that he would never hit you but he felt as if this was for your own good, plus now you have burn marks just like him you two are now the same and he liked that.

"I'll clean the bandages and we can take a look at your new face together, I made sure to avoid burning your lips too much, burn scars tend to make skin so rough and your lips are always so soft against mine"

Todoroki gave a small smile as he leaned in pressing a soft kiss to your bandaged mouth his hands interlacing with your bandaged ones

he had to break your hands when you tried to hit him once but he knows you will forgive him for that.

"you're so much more docile now, it's quite adorable. I just love to see you like this. Your body fits so well against mine."

Shouto found himself needing to kiss along your neck with a small hum, you were finally understanding what it meant to be absolutely his.

Izuku midoriya

Okay so your brash behavior gives him slight ptsd

He tries to be nice to you but you only snap back at him telling him to shut it or go away

He loves you though, even if you sometimes violently use your quirk on him

He is always thinking of way to stop you from getting into fight thoughHe wants to protect you and soon has an amazing idea

If he kidnaps you then he can protect you!

Your rude words do make him really really sad

Lovers don't tell at each other like this, you have to be nice

He starts to sedate you you in order to get you to behave

It comes to a point where your super loopy and high 90% of the time

That's okay cause you let izuku kiss and cuddle you as much as he wants!

You don't even know how many days it's been since you were fully sober, the feeling of the drugs in your system making you dizzy as you cling to izuku who hummed softly as the two of you cuddle in his bed while watching tv.

"what's wrong? Is the medicine wearing off? Your eyes aren't as glazed over as before"

The green hair male's voice sounded worried before he fell into a full panic when he saw you pull back from him.

He scrambled to grab the needle on his nightstand but you pinned him down rage in your eyes.

"you- you asshole!" Your slurred angry voice made izuku tense as you tried to punch him but it was sloppy and not that strong though it did sting his cheek, he hated when you got like this.

He liked when you would do whatever he would say and even give him kisses though they were slow and sloppy but he didn't care cause it was you

"h-hey! Stop! You're just cranky without your medicine"

"I'm not taking that shit again!"

You punched him once again now hitting him dead in his face making his nose bleed, izuku now glared at you before flipping you teo over so he was ontop, he was quite upset as he pinned your arms above your head with one hand while the other reached over to his nightstand for the needle filled with medicine

"let me go! I'm not fucking taking it! I fucking hate you damn it! I'll kill you!"

"oh sweetie, you're just cranky it's okay I got something that will make you feel better. I love you so much but until you behave without the shots I have to do this"

Before you could scream anymore you felt a stab right on your neck and the medicine slowly travekled through your body making your eyes droop, izuku let your arms go before he dropped the empty needle now cuddling against you

"see, that's better. You're so good when you are like this. Can you kiss me?"

You felt like your head was spinning and you sleepily grumbled before softly leaning in for a kiss feeling izuku melt against you. He wasn't exactly sure how long until the medicine turns your brain to utter mush but he wouldnt mind having you like this forever

#yandere bnha imagines #yandere imagines #shouto todoroki #izuku midoriya #bakugo katsuki #yandere bnha #bnha imagines

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cake-in-a-tin · 4 years

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this is for @silversickles‘s wolfstar highscool minifest thing, and the day 1 prompt - back to school. I know it isnt day one anymore, i just found it thoughh, and i really wanted to do this one.

I know it isnt very good, but i really just wnted to write something so i hope you enjoy.

Sirius Black stood on Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Well he had been stood about 10 seconds ago before he had been tackled from the side by a certain James Potter who was at the same time yelling some sort of monologue.

“Padfoot it's great to see you, how's your summer been? We went to Spain it was so hot and i met this really cool girl called Mariana you would have liked her. And Petes been staying with me last week and we met up with Mary and Dorcas and -”

Sirius pushed the excitable lump of a friend off of himself. “Alright mate, calm down.” JAmes grinned sheepishly. “Honestly, you’d never imagine that I was the dog, jesus christ. All this untameable energy.”

Other students were casting sceptical, if slightly amused glances at the two boys who were taking up a considerable amount of space on the platform, what with their half sitting, half lying down and the fact that , with the force of impact, sirius’ bags were strewn around them.

“Seriously though man,” James looked at Sirius with a strangely earnest expression, “I missed you.”

“Bloody hell Jamie, no need to get sappy. It's only the summer holiday.” Sirius grinned and reached out his fist, and the two boys performed the handshake they had developed over their five years at Hogwarts.

“Need a hand you two, or are you happy sitting down there like a pair of bloody idiots?” A mysterious voice from behind Sirius took him by surprise. A squeaky giggle told him that Peter was there as well.

“Remus!” James was yelling again (of course). “Jesus you've gotten tall.” Sirius quickly got to his feet at the sound of Remus’ name and turned around to find himself face to face with the man himself. Well, he said face to face, it was more like face to (broad…) shoulder. Sirius slowly looked up to Remus’ face, scowling slightly about now being the shortest in the group by a long way, like how was that fair and- well, fuck. Remus had, there was no delicate way of putting this, gotten hot.

As much as Sirius wished he couldn't see it, there was no denying it. Every one of Remus’ features seemed to have been amplified, and they all balanced each other as though something had happened and a puzzle piece had been put into place to make him look less boyish and more like a man, who Sirisus was very much attracted to. Not that Remus hadn’t been pretty attractive already, as Sirius knew from personal experience was not the case, but now there was just something else.

It was hard to say which specific thing was the cause. Was it the fact that Remus was freckled across the cheeks and nose from a holiday somewhere sunny, or the fact his jaw seemed squarer. Maybe it was due to the fact his golden brown hair, bleached from the sun, had grown longer so it was hanging in his face, or the fact that he didn't seem to have tired rings around his amber eyes, as was usual. Perhaps it was simply the fact that due to his height, Remus was standing with more confidence, and seemed genuinely happy. Whatever it was, it was making Sirius more than a little flustered.

“Hello.” Remus was looking bemusedly down at Sirius, who was liking being short less and less every minute, and who was looking determinedly away from Remus’ eyes. He did not want to be falling even more in love with his best friend for fucks sake. It’d been awkward enough last year, and that had barely been the tip of the iceberg of what he was feeling now.

“Umm, hi.”

“Good summer?” Remus was still not looking away, so Sirius slowly met his gaze, heart pumping way faster than it should've been.

“Nah it was crap as usual but you know the most ancient and noble house of Black. You can't do bloody anything.” Remus’ brow crinkled in concern.

“Are you alright?...No - don't answer that, i know you aren't. Come here.”

Sirius let himself be pulled into a hug and closed his eyes. Breathing in the familiar scent of Remus’ cozy jumpers and the chocolate he always seemed to have on him, Sirius started to forget about his summer. But, as he pulled away from the hug, and looked back at the gorgeous being that was Remus Lupin, he was beginning to realise that the school year might be just as difficult, but in a very different way.

#silversicklesminifest #wolfstar #fanfic #cj's writing #its crap but i wanted to post something #im sorry

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et-lesailes · 5 years

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laundry room

pairing: ex!tony x reader

word count: 3200

summary: you and tony are fresh out of a very long and serious relationship, only having broken up about a week prior. thankfully you are on good terms and even friends, but you are currently living in his house while you are working on packing up your things to eventually move out. you didn’t think it would be too hard for both of you to be on your best behavior, but clearly you were wrong.

themes: smuuuuuuuuuut. daddy kink

taglist: @sebabestianstan101, @pining-and-tired, @gogomez-509, @a-distantdreamer, @malthestorytellerblog, @rainbowkisses31, @melannie77, @gigistorm, @lille-kattunge, @teller258316, @peach-acid, @allsortsofinterests, @xoxabs88xox, @isthiskaii, @taylorswiftloverforever13, @hulksmashin-bannerpackin

note: yeah idk i’ve had muse for this for a while and so here it is, my first tony x reader fic!! hopefully i can slowly work my way through the rest of the avengers (most likely just the male ones bc i’m not really good at writing girl on girl stuff tbh) ! also sorry this hasn’t been proofread i’m too tired and need to go to bed lmao. pls let me know what you think thoughh

It was awkward living in the home of your ex-boyfriend, but not as much as it could have been considering Tony Stark’s home was huge. You practically had your own separate wing for God’s sake, and despite now being exes after nearly three years of dating, the two of you were actually on quite good terms.

The break up had been mutual. It had gradually been getting more and more painfully obvious that the only thing keeping the two of you together was wonderful, rough, and heated sex. There were no more long, late night conversations in his lab, no more fun and social outings to all types of conventions and galas and events he helped fund, no more date nights at your favorite burger joint. Even the hugs and kisses felt bland and forced. It was sad and scary to suddenly be single again after having been convinced for so long that Tony was going to be your husband one day, but you knew you would be alright. The two of you had shared a surprisingly mature conversation about the matter; he was just as heartbroken as you were, but he told you that he would always love you, even if it may be in a different way than before.

For the most part, you did not see much of each other despite staying in the same home. He was often working, as were you, and during the nights he would be slaving away in his lab on God knows what. The only reason you were still there was because you were still in the process of moving your things out; you would stay at your friend’s place until you found an apartment of your own. Tony had offered to buy you a place himself, but you had assured him it was alright. The two of you may have been friends, but you did not want to have to rely on him.

You had stepped out of the shower, wrapping your towel around your figure when you realized you had completely forgotten to get your laundry. Stepping out into your bedroom, you practically ransacked the dresser looking for something, but to no avail. A lot of your clothes were already packed up in boxes and ready to be moved. With a light sigh, you headed for the laundry room, holding your towel around yourself. It was around 9 PM, meaning Tony would most likely still be at work anyways. Not that this was anything he hadn’t seen before.

Too lazy to retrieve all of your clothes, you simply pulled out what you needed. A bra, thong, tank, and sleep shorts-- nothing fancy, and besides, most if not all of this would probably come off by the time you were ready to sleep, anyways. It was then you heard Tony’s voice from the hallway, his footsteps approaching the laundry room probably having seen the light turned on. “Hey, Y/N, I’m glad I caught ya-- I wanted to talk to you abo-” he began, then instantly paused when he stepped inside the room, brown eyes now focused on your towel wearing frame. “Oh. Well, hello to you too.” He muttered, and you bit your lip, laughing awkwardly. “Sorry, forgot my clothes. Here, I’ll just go change and then--” you started to say, but as you were trying to move around him you dropped one of the articles of clothing in your hand; looking down, you scoffed silently in disbelief. Of course it happened to be the thong. “I’m just gonna….” you trailed off and laughed again but leaned over to pick it up, trying to hold your towel up despite your hand holding onto your clothes. For once, Tony was completely silent, and this was slightly concerning. When you straightened up, however, it was easy to see why. You knew that look in his eyes, and you knew why it was there. He really was not the type to get so worked up or turned on easily, but you supposed it had been difficult for both of you going from fucking every single day to having to take matters into your own hands (literally). You cleared your throat once you straightened back up.

“Did you need anything?” you asked, trying to make this strange experience as casual as possible. He kept his eyes on you, now taking a step closer as his teeth pulled on his lower lip. “No, but fuck, now I do…” You knew this expression even better than the first, and it made you slightly press your thighs together underneath the towel. “What is it…?” you asked, though your voice was soft and distracted, your hand clenching your clothes tighter. He was now standing directly in front of you, barely leaving any space between your bodies as he looked down at you with lust filled, desperate eyes. “Jesus Christ, Y/N, don’t act like you don’t know how much I want you right now…”

His words sent shivers down your spine. You knew where this was headed, and your more rational side could try to interfere all it wanted, but you knew it would not succeed. “One time can’t hurt… right…?” you whispered, and a wide smirk crossed his lips. Before you knew it, you were being pulled into his body, his lips crashing against yours in an incredibly rough and familiar kiss. Your tight fist immediately relaxed, dropping the clothes you had originally been so determined to put on. You brought your arms around his neck and he lifted you up to sit on top of the washing machine, not breaking the kiss for even a second. “Fuck,” a growl of a curse uttered forth from his lips, and the husky tone in itself was enough to make you wet combined with the sinful way his tongue worked around yours. “It’s been too damn long…”

“We… broke up… a week ago, Tony…” you reminded him with breathless giggles in between kisses, wrapping your legs around the man’s waist tightly to keep him close to you. He smirked and bit down on your lower lip, barely tugging with his teeth. “My statement still stands,” he murmured, giving your kiss swollen lips yet another peck before running his hand up under your towel to rub your inner thigh. “I just miss this perfect body so damn much.” He paused as he pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, barely wrinkling his nose as if thoughtful. “And you in general, I suppose.” He joked in typical sarcastic Tony fashion, and you laughed, teasingly playing with the hem of your towel. “I think you need to get undressed a little more,” you whispered, nodding towards his fully clothed body. “This doesn't seem very fair.” He simply smirked as he suddenly grabbed the towel, tugging it off of you with one rough movement and haphazardly tossing it aside. “Life’s not fair, sweet cheeks.” He made a point to bring his hand down to your ass to squeeze as he said this before peppering your neck in kisses and nibbles, other hand moving to grope your soft breast. You let out a moan as you arched your back towards him, whining softly as his fingers teased your sensitive nipple, his tongue tracing hot circles over your skin while his teeth left dark marks behind. You knew the others would give you shit for the hickeys if they ever saw them, but at the same time, they had probably practically been placing bets on the fact that you and Tony would most likely hook up again after breaking up.

“Fuck me,” you suddenly begged, rolling your hips and clenching your thighs together to appease the wet heat between them. “Please, Tony, I need you so fucking bad.” He groaned simply from hearing your words, pulling back to make direct eye contact as he brought his fingers up your thigh to rub against your wet folds. “How bad?” he asked innocently, and as frustrated as you were, you had known this was coming. Tony was not the type to let up teasing so easily, even if it was torture for him too. “Fuck, Tony, I’ve been... thinking about you every single night... since we broke up,” you admitted in a half whimper, only slightly distracted by his fingers teasing your entrance. “And I- I’m tired of.. using my own fingers… or the toys you bought me…”

“Now I spent good money on those toys, baby doll.” He spoke as if reprimanding you, eyebrow raised slightly. “Would you rather Daddy use them on you?” He pushed a finger inside you, pumping deeply already as he tilted his head. “Or is this enough for you? Let’s see how many times Daddy can make his little cock slut cum for him before he fucks you nice and hard, yeah?” You let out a desperate moan as you rolled your hips further, legs now relaxed on either side of him but spread slightly to give him room, one hand holding the edge of the washing machine. You loved when he became authoritative like this, even when his already arrogant air about him was increased. He used two fingers to rub against your folds slowly but roughly, applying just the perfect amount of pressure making you mewl in a needy sense of pleasure as you gazed up into his eyes. “M-more,” you begged, and his dark smirk grew, his eyes fixed on yours. “I don’t even know if you need more, to be honest,” he replied nonchalantly, moving to start rubbing your clit. “I think you’re going to come undone for me right fucking now.” You gasped as he teased your sensitive bundle of nerves, fingers moving in circular motions knowing just exactly the pace you liked it. “D-Daddy! Fuck, I’m gonna….” He chuckled lowly, using his other hand to roll your nipple between his fingers. “Already, baby girl? And to think you were greedy to ask Daddy for more.” You gasped as you released, your cheeks practically pink and your eyes round as you watched him taste you off his fingers.

“God I missed how addictive you taste.” He admitted, sighing deeply before suddenly bringing his fingers back down, rubbing again. You widened your eyes, instinctively reaching down to grab his wrist. “Wh-what are you doing?” you asked in breathy whimpers, already feeling oversensitive. He arched an eyebrow as he slowly pushed a finger inside, your hold on his wrist having no effect on him whatsoever as he began to pump slowly. “Making you come again, duh. Have a problem with that, sugar? You did ask me for more, didn’t you?” You let out a soft whine, unsure if it was out of feeling overwhelmed or pleasured, biting on your lip harshly. “Daddy…”

He suddenly grabbed your hip with his other hand, scooting you further back on the washing machine, “Lean back against the wall,” he demanded, taking the initiative to lightly press you back himself until your back was leaned against the wall, your body naturally arched towards him with the way you were positioned. He continued pumping for a few moments and you moaned louder, feeling your legs shudder. “Daddy..!” you cried out from the stimulus, and he pushed another finger inside, watching you closely and breathless from being so turned on. However, just when you were about to come…..

“You know what?” He suddenly withdrew his fingers, giving you a devious smile as he licked at them again, taking in your shocked expression and even whine of disappointment. “I need a more direct approach.” Grabbing a hold of your thighs, he spread them apart and leaned down, swiping his tongue across your heated sex. You immediately took hold of his hair, fingers entangled in the chocolate brown strands as he moved his tongue to toy with the hood of your clit, a string of moans escaping your parted lips. When he pushed his tongue inside your entrance, you remembered just why it had been so damn hard to break up with him. Even the tiniest movements had your mind hazing, your grip on his locks tightening as you felt his beard rub up against your skin. It was almost infuriating how good at this he was, and your back was arched so incredibly towards him you would probably need a chiropractor in the near future. He gripped your thighs so hard you knew there would be bruises by the morning, but that was the least of your concern. Moving one hand so that he could stimulate your clit once again, he plunged his tongue deeper inside you, taking his time to lick all around. You were sighing in content as you tilted your head back, grinding yourself against his fingers; and then he pulled back for a second, gazing up at you to take in your lust filled expression, groaning to himself before dipping his head back down. His tongue found your clit again, flicking at it with the perfect amount of force, knowing just how to play with it; he practically knew its shape by heart, and he knew just how to move it around to drive you crazy. It was when he used his lips as a suction that you knew you were reaching your limit, unsure how you had even lasted this long to begin with. “Daddy!” you moaned as you came again, watching turned on as he lapped up every single bit of your release into his greedy mouth, practically unable to catch your breath.

“Do I taste good?” you whispered innocently, and he smirked, straightening up again as he yanked you to his body, returning you back to the edge of the washing machine. “Why don’t you find out yourself.” He kissed you again with even more passion than before and you gasped against his lips, bringing your arms around his neck to keep him close while you hitched your legs up around his waist. You felt his clothed bulge press against your bare thigh and you found yourself grinding against it, whining from feeling overstimulated but unable to help but want it. “Fuck me,” you pleaded again, and this time he did not argue. He hastily unzipped his pants, kicking them off before removing his boxer briefs. Jerking your body even closer to the edge of the appliance, he moved one hand to hold the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t take your eyes off me, doll,” he commanded, and you immediately nodded. “Y-Yes sir.” He smirked, scoffing lowly from being so aroused just from hearing the term of authority, guiding himself to rub his tip against your already sensitive folds. Pushing himself inside, you shivered upon hearing his husky groans, moving your hands to hold his biceps as he started moving his hips. “Mmm..! You’re so…. So big….” you moaned as you rocked your own hips in sync with his, tilting your head back feeling your damp hair from your shower fall lower onto your bare back. He smirked weakly as he began thrusting even harder, moving his hands to grasp your legs and push them back so you were even more spread for him as you sat atop the washing machine, beginning to move even faster. “God… Dammit…” he grunted, still maintaining eye contact with you, loving how pleasured and out of breath you seemed already. “You look even more sexy when you’re taking Daddy’s big cock… holy shit I’m never going to find a better fuck than you, I swear.” The praise only turned you on even more; you had always felt genuinely happy when you could go above and beyond when it came to satisfying Tony’s needs, and a more selfish part of you was a little pleased that he could admit himself that he would never be able to find anyone like you. He pushed himself even deeper, loving to hear your moans becoming louder and louder, bouncing off the walls of the relatively small room, not giving a shit if they traveled through the vents-- no one was there to hear them, anyways, though Tony had to admit such a factor would make this even hotter.

He was moving with such vigor and speed that you weren’t expecting him to abruptly pull out, but it was only to put you in a different position-- before you knew it, you were suddenly placed on the ground again, feet on the floor but facing the washing machine. Bending you over, he thrust himself right back into your tight entrance, groaning as his hands held your waist. You were nearly screaming in delight as you held the edges of the washing machine, cheek pressed against the cool surface, too overwhelmed to even lift your head. However, his hands reached around to lift your upper body slightly, only to grab your breasts he loved so much, playing with and bouncing them around even though the force of his thrusts was already rocking your body hard. The sound of skin slapping only increased arousal, and once he hit your g-spot, you knew you were about to be sent over the edge.

“Come for me, darling,” he hissed into your ear knowingly, nibbling on the tip of it sensually; you sometimes hated how well he knew your body, but how could he not at this point? The two of you had been having sex for years. You let yourself release, your chest heaving from how breathless you were, whimpering as you felt him come inside you. He often had when the two of you were dating, considering you were on birth control, and so you were not so worried about it now; if anything, it felt good, and you let out a slow and somewhat shaky sigh as you let your body relax, straightening up as he pulled out of you. Turning around, you gave him a breathess smile, barely chewing on your lower lip. “That… was definitely not part of our whole break up plan,” you murmured, and he chuckled huskily, leaning down to pull his underwear and pants up again. “No, no it was not, but what’s the fun in having a plan, really?” Still, he sighed, running his fingers through his hair afterwards as he picked up your towel from the floor to gently wrap it around your frame. “We’ll work on it. Alright? We’ll be fine. No harm in, you know, fucking like rabbits every now and then.” You scoffed as you playfully gave his chest a light shove, but couldn’t help but smile, especially upon seeing his own cross his lips. “We can’t do this anymore, Tony,” you insisted, even though your own tone sounded like you couldn’t even fully convince yourself. “We’re gonna be good. Starting now.” You bent over to pick up your clothes from the floor before stepping around him, making your way to the room you were sleeping in. He followed after you with a loud sigh, but suddenly reached forward to give your ass a slap underneath the towel. You squealed and turned your head back, looking at him in shock.

He gave you a nonchalant grin but lifted his hands up in defense. “Right. Starting now.”

#tony stark x reader #tony stark smut #tony stark imagine #tony stark x you #tony stark fanfiction

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hitoshi-shinsous-actual-archive · 3 years

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okay okay fineee,,, by the way, you’re literally the reason ‘stella brown’ is probably gonna be one of my top songs on my spotify wrapped this year,, not that i’m complaining of course,, it’s a great song that makes me happy and think of you :D

you deserve to be spoiled,,, hito <3 aaaa i’m sorry,, it probably sounds so weird coming from me but,,,, it was just too cute i couldn’t help it ajdjsk

i meeeean,, don’t be shy, keep going.. i’m all ears 😌 askfndjk okay im half kidding but yeah don’t worry, i know <3

and right??? it reminds me of like, the summer of 2019 and i kinda miss it akdjk:’) i feel like i’ve been droning on abt willow a little too much ajdjk,,, any musical artist you like that you want me to check out? akdjdk i feel so special rn ohmygodd-

sjdjk mhm,, i’m- *totally nOT sniffling >_<* i-it’s what you deserve,, i’m really happy i’m able to make you feel that way,, <3 follow up question, would you ever wanna maybe match scrunchies w/ me? 🥺

askdjk i make you feel so whaaat ‘toshiiii..? *i give out a loud laugh when i feel you mumble into my skin and pull you even closer to me cuz you’re warm <33* ‘toshi that tickles akdjfk,,, and of course i mean it.. anything for you,, sweetheart <3 oh and i may or may not really like the nickname/cheesy ass pet name princess,,,, but shHHH

- 🧋

really haha? well, i’d bet it’d make you happy, too- to know that that song also makes me think of you... now you’ve got me turning it on, as well-

you think s-... i- hnskd, no, i- it actually like. makes me happy. really happy. you’re like... unlocking childhood memories(the good kind) but also reminding me of a name i kind of hold close to my heart, y’know? i... i wouldn’t mind if you wanted to use it more often... <3

but, haha, do my ears deceive me? my girl being confident? truly a wonder to behold... even if you’re half-kidding. ‘m happy to shower you in compliments.. pff, you can talk her as much as you’d like- i don’t mind. thoughh,, okay, so you either love or hate their music. sometimes both. but there’s no in between... it’s like, sometimes it sounds like my ears are being blessed and other times they’re being shoved through a woodchipper. still, i kind of can’t help being a huge fan of 100 gecs. hobo johnson and jack stauber are among my other favorites, but i have no idea whether you’d like any of these three-

...<3 all the way, <3. matching scrunchies??.. absolutely.

so, um... *i blush, cuddling into you though slightly snickering when you mention that it tickles. i shuffle my head a little bit to press a short kiss to your jaw, still kind of mumbling as i speak.* y’know, um... pleasant.. lovely. like when you jus’ called me... s-sweetheart. my heart really likes it, i think. hells yeah, it’s cheesy. but fitting. you’re absolutely a princess.

#shin*answers #shin*person*🧋#long post #violence mention #tw violence mention

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Drunk in love

—After leaving from a party, let's say you were pretty wasted. You didn't want your parents to see you in that state of course, so you went stumbling to your childhood friend's house to stay for the night.

—Words: 1k

—Genre: Fluff (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

—Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

—A/N: I legit got this idea off of a Japanese ASMR video, it was pretty cute tbh, click here to see the vid ♡ I wanted to write this for Iwa-chan, but I could also write it for Baku-bae sometime 👀 also if he seems ooc here please excuse that!

Having a childhood friend that's only one block away was very convenient at times, and times like these are very urgent. You drank too much alcohol at your friend's birthday party again, and here you are ringing Iwaizumi's doorbell, you ring it a few more times before hearing his deep voice, "Who's there?" He asked through the speaker.

"Your worst nightmare!" You drunkenly giggle, leaning against the wall, he sighs before opening the gate, he stood against the gate, looking at your drunken state. "Really? Again?" He said as he pinched his nose bridge, "What do you meannn? It's like my first time d-doing this" You said, hiccuping in between. "Sure Y/N, can you stand up?" he asked as he lent you a hand up. "I don't even feel my legs haha" You laughed as you slapped your legs, "Nope! Nothing!" You said.

"Alright then" Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, he holds you by the arm and walks you towards the house, Iwaizumi stops you before walking inside the house, "Wait! Your shoes, they're dirty, take em off" He said, "I can't thoughh! Too much work" You said, not being able to keep your eyes open, "I know! How about giving me a piggy back ride to the living room, just like old times right?" You smiled at him, "Idiot" he answered, as he flicked your forehead, "Ouchh, that hurt Hajime" You said, rubbing your forehead.

"Fine, get on" he said as he squatted down, you wrapped your arms around his neck, "Don't choke me dumbass! And stop moving you'll make us fall!" He said as you kept swinging your legs, "Mmm, sorry Hajime, I just really wanna sleep y'know? Can you walk any faster?" You asked, as he placed you down on the soft sofa. "You're already here, I'll go get you cold water to sober you up, for a little bit at least" He said.

But before he could walk away, you grabbed his shirt, "Where are you going? Don't leave me alone" You said, yanking on his shirt. "I-I'm not! Idiot.. I'm just getting you water okay?" He said, trying to get your hand away from his shirt, "You're trying to avoid me huh?" You pout, "What makes you think that? It's not like that Y/N, I'll be back" He said walking to the kitchen.

As you waited for him to come back, you started to feel hot, so you clumsily tried taking off your blouser, as Iwaizumi walked in. He rushed to you, "Don't start taking off your clothes out of nowhere!" he panicked, pulling your blouser back down, "But it's so hot Hajime! Can you take my clothes off?" You whined like a child, 'God you were acting like such a child,' Iwaizumi thought to himself, but couldn't help but shrug.

"No Y/N, I can't help you undress, now stop trying to!" He stops you for the second time, "Fine, I'll go get you a shirt or something, wait here" He said, rushing to his room to grab a shirt. He covers his eyes as he hands you his shirt, "Are you done?" He asks, "Yup!" He uncovers his eyes to you, wearing his shirt, looking cute as ever.

"L-Let's take off yours shoes," He says as he unties both of the shoes, yanking it from your feet, setting them on the side of the sofa, "Thanks Hajime! You're like a big brother y'know! Always there for me" You said, finally easing into the sofa, "Here's the futon, and you're speaking nonsense again Y/N" He says, handing you the futon and some blankets. "Hey! They said drunk words are sober thoughts! Or something like that.. so I must be saying it honestly" You crossed your arms, "Whatever you say dummy" He said, getting up, "Hey where are you going?" You ask again.

"To my room, why?" Iwaizumi answers, "You can't just leave me here! You should cuddle me to sleep" you pat the space beside you, Iwaizumi blushes, "I-I don't think that's a good idea, I'm a guy you know, what if I make a move on you?" He says, waving his hands around, "It doesn't matter Hajime, please! It's lonely here" you beg him.

He thought about it, 'It would be cruel to let a girl sleep all alone on the couch, no one would be able to protect you, but it's also not appropriate for a guy and a girl to sle- fuck it' Iwaizumi thought, turning the light off, but not before turning a lamp on, he sits on the space beside you, "Even if you see me as a big brother I'm still a guy by nature and, and what if I make a move on you?" He asks.

"Relax Hajime, I know you won't, you don't need to repeat yourself" You laugh, "Say, can you pet my head?" He looks at you like you're crazy, "Why?" He asks, "Why not, just do it!" you say, butting your head to him, "Fine fine" He said, hesitantly patting your head, after a couple pats, you lay yourself beside him, hugging his torso, "Pat my back next please" You said, faintly, you feel yourself slowly falling asleep, as Iwaizumi patted your back next, it was hard though.

"Pat it softly Hajime" you chuckled as he grew flustered, patting it gently this time, after a few seconds passed, he heard your light snores as you buried your head onto his waist, he finally eases onto your hold.

He sighs, "You're such a pain in the ass you know, just like Oikawa, but.. I enjoy your company from time to time. And also, why did you want to cuddle me? Let alone go to my house (family) specifically? Is it because she likes me?" Iwaizumi gets shy from the thought of you liking him back, "You did say drunk words are sober thoughts so does that mean you've always wanted to do this?" he asks as he tucks a piece of your hair to the back of your ear.

"You're driving me crazy Y/N, you can't just make a guy that's not your boyfriend cuddle you to sleep, aghh," He sighed defeated, he caresses your cheek, "If I were to make a move right now, you'd get mad wouldn't you? It'll definitely break our friendship.. don't worry I won't do it without consent" He says as he presses a light peck on your forehead.

"Good night Y/N"

~Love Lola 🦋

#wow 2 posts in a day #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi fanfic #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi hajime x reader #haikyuu iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #anime #haikyuu!!

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Bruises

Pairing: Peter Parker & Tony Stark (platonic)

Prompt: “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

Words: 980

Warnings: bruises, a swear word

Peter didn‘t have a good day. He wasn’t having a lot of good days recently. Everything seemed to go wrong and he just couldn’t figure out why. He seemed to mess up everything he could possibly mess up, becoming more clumsy than usual and everyone became more and more annoyed with him. Ned, MJ, even aunt May and Mister Stark (even thoughhe told him not to call him that anymore a long time ago).

Even when he tried to do better, he just couldn‘t. He knew that he was probably just overfocusing on it and that‘s why it didn‘t get better. He should just let this bad time pass and wait for it to get better, after all there wasn‘t much he could do.

He still tried, of course. The thoughts in his head wouldn‘t stop, all he could think about was what he had done wrong and how annoyed everyone was. Last monday Mister Stark almost lost it. First Peter had knocked over a bunch of tech that was standing around because he wasn‘t paying attention (when was he ever) and then he had messed up some settings in his suit that took Mister Stark pretty long to fix - neither of them knew how he could even mess them up but well, he did and now he had to fix it. And then, as the cherry on top, he spilled his drink everywhere.

Peter could see in his face how much he wanted to yell at him. Mister Stark had been tense ever since Peter had walked into the lab, he had probably had a stressful day already. Luckily, he did not yell at Peter. Instead, he just covered his eyes with his hand, running it down his face.

„Leave it,“ he told the kid, who frantically tried to dry the desk. „Just. Leave. It.“

Slowly, Peter put down the tissue he was holding. „Um.. should I..“ he didn‘t even know what he should do.

„Please just.. just go home, kid.“ He still wasn‘t looking at him.

Peter wanted to say something but he was scared. Scared that he would make things even worse, somehow. So he just left.

And now he was thinking about it again, even though he was supposed to focus on his patrol. It ended how it had to end, with Peter getting into a fight he wasn‘t prepared for and some ugly bruises. Nothing major but still - just because he healed faster didn‘t mean it didn‘t hurt.

He got home safely after that, thank God. Still caught up in his thoughts (would he ever learn?) he crawled in through the window, not bothering to be quiet since aunt May knew he what he did at night now. Still, he tried not to be too loud and wake her up. Which turned out to be unnecessary as she was still awake anyway.

„Sounds like someone‘s home,“ Peter heard her voice coming from the living room.

He just wanted to answer when he heard the second voice. „I better go and say hello then.“

Mister Stark. It had been days since he had seen him or talked to him. The last interaction they had was Peter spilling his drink and then being sent home. What did he want from him now? Was he still mad?

„Hey Pete.“ He sounded just as calm as always. HIs voice seemed to be a little softer around Peter but he was probably just imagining that. Wishful thinking.

He was carrying something, it almost looked like a small fridge. Walking into Peter‘s room he set it down. „Got your suit all fixed up.“ He smiled up at Peter, revealing the content of the box. The suit looked amazing, little particles of it flying around all the time.

Standing up Mister Stark gave him a concerned look. „Why don‘t you take that mask off?“.

Oh, right. He didn‘t even realise he was still wearing it. Pulling it off his face he took a step closer to his new suit. ‘‘Mister Stark, this is-‘‘

Before he could even finish his sentence his face was softly turned to the side so he was faccing his mentor.

“Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

„Listen, Mister Stark-‘‘

„I told you to stop calling me that, didn‘t I? And I also told you to come and talk to me when you‘re in trouble. Right?“

„Right. But it was just a small fight, nothing major. I‘m all good.“

Tony looked at him. He stared. Peter hated it when he had that look. It always felt as if he was staring right through him, into his soul.

He finally let out a breath. „Listen. I know I was pretty annoyed last time but I didn‘t mean to.. I don‘t want you to feel like I don‘t care what happens to you, alirght? Even if I‘m mad at you. You can still talk to me and ask for help.“

„Mist- Tony, that‘s really nice but I‘m really fine, there is no need for you to worry about me.“

„But I do. I always worry about you. I’d rather you don’t go out there at all.“

Peter already opened his mouth in protest, but was cut off.

„But I know that you’ll do it anyway. Damn it, you did it in an old sweater and goggles for fuck’s sake. So the best I can do is give you a good suit and look after you. I don’t want you to get hurt, okay?“

Peter nodded slowly. This was getting a bit much for him.

„Good. I made some upgrades by the way, to make sure you’ll be there for some time to annoy me a bit more.“

#irondad #spideyson #tony & peter #peter & tony #peter parker #tony stark #spiderman #ironman #fix it fic #end game fix it #marvel #mcu #avengers #avengers fic #blurb #irondad and spiderson #spiderson

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