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strawbsj · 2 months

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Crocheted love!

Jwans note: I'm so sorry I lost the request that had this idea!!😭😔but here is your request babe!

Pairing: G!p Sakura x Fem reader

Summary: you have been teasing your girlfriend the whole day being slutty and bratty, she got enough of you and showed you what are the consequences of crossing the lines…

Warnings: unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your Willy), p in v, a lot of teasing, cream pie, basically porn with plot, degrading, Kkura calls reader slut, not proofread, cursing and just filthy smut!!!

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Your Girlfriend, Sakura has developed a new hobby that she finds incredibly addictive. She spends hours on end engrossed in her crocheting projects, often forgetting about everything around her, including you. Despite your attempts to engage her in conversations or spend time together, she seems to be completely absorbed in her crafts and pays a little to no attention to anything else.

Whenever you attempt to initiate a conversation about it, she simply brushes you off with a quick kiss and reassures you by saying “Don’t worry babe, I’ll be finished soon.” Today, you found it difficult to tolerate her lack of attention towards you. Despite several attempts to grab her attention, she remained glued to the couch for hours, her hands moving incessantly with a crochet hook. While sitting next to her, you felt bored and got an idea to tease her.

You were wearing a sports bra under your already skimpy shirt. The sport bra was a little way too tight, hugging your breast perfectly. The tightness of the clasp making your soft pair almost spill out. Your lower body wore a skimpy tight fitting shorts, your ass cheeks on full display and under it was nothing. With every move you made your ass flesh jiggling and your ass exposing more and more.

As she sat there with her crochet hooks clutched tightly in her hand, she tried to push away the image of you that had been lingering in her mind. Despite her tense state, she continued working diligently on her project, weaving the threads together with precision and care. With each stitch, she hoped that the rhythm of her movement would help clear her thoughts.

You walked in front of her dropping your phone “accidentally”, only to bend over, your ass the only thing she could see. Unconsciously her fingers continued and being unaware of her hooks the work got a little knot.

“Fuck-“ she cursed loud and furious, you looked at her, a small smirk plastered across your face. She glared at you, standing up and heading towards your direction.

The anticipation making your arousal stick up your folds, the sticky feeling making your shorts uncomfortable. She threw her work on the couch and grabbed you by your wrist forcing you to lay on your back, head resting on the armrest.

She forced your legs wide open your wetness making a stain on your shorts, she looked before a dirty chuckle from her vocal cords.

“Dirty slut, always so needy.” Her fingers teased your entrance over the clothes, her fingers immediately getting drenched. It’s like you became sensitive for the slightest of touches. Her fingers moved from your hole to your clit rubbing it above the cloth, you were whining and squirming under her. You tried to grind your core against her knees that was In between your legs but she was quick to grip your hips tight and rough.

“Don’t you dare slut.” She enjoyed teasing you a lot but she got an erection to get rid of, her grey sweatpants stained by precum. She slid her pants all the way down and kicked them off, landing on the ground. She spit on her length then gave it few strokes, and aligned it on the wet stain on your shorts. Rubbing your clit then pussy with her tip roughly, a new round of wetness gushing out of you. Making the stain even brighter, she let out a loud growl.

Her tip found their way under your shorts, now started to thrust her tip inside your hole a little then push out, repeating the same cycle over and over. Your tried to grab her cock and push it in but she was quick to slap your hand away and shot you the same glare from earlier.

She smirked to herself at the idea she just got. Her hand found the discarded crochet project and handed it to you. Confusion was obvious on your face, looking at the project with no idea what to do.

“You are going to continue this and if you do something wrong or it turns out not right, I will stop.” She pushed your shorts now aside and she slammed herself all the way in, a broke moan came from you. Your eyes became glassy and tears flood down your. You have no idea how to continue this and she even has this knot that you need to get rid of.

She started ramming herself in, loud moans coming from both of you. You started doing what you thought was right, started trying to untie the knot. The way her tip was kissing the spot that needed her the most was way too hard to ignore. Gagging on your own tears or messing up a stitch only to get a warning star from Sakura.

With few more jerks of her hips your orgasm washed over you, the overwhelming feeling of overstimulation following right after. She needed to get off so her thrusts didn’t slow down, if anything they got faster, chasing her own release.

Without a warning from her, her semen shot into your hole. A loud sigh fell from your lips and she snatched the crochet project from you looking at it.

“Good fucking girl!” She praised you flashing a smile patting your head then kissing you hungrily.

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barracudablue · 2 years

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Absolutely hate how coffee makes me feel human.

#I have a chronic illness #it’s caffeine addiction #wood burn that on a fucking kitschy dollar store sign #cross stitch I loathe myself in cursive

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ghostfaceaddams · 8 months

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guts

summary: Wednesday confesses her feelings for you in her own Wednesday Addams way.

warnings: cussing and fake death (mention of blood)

word count: 2,514

a/n: this is based off of this post! This sucks, just a fair warning. I love Wednesday and I know how she would do romance, but articulating it is super difficult. I'm hoping I can get better at writing her since this is only my first time and I love her so much. Anygays, enjoy!

The day had been dreadful for you.

Dreadful in the sense as it being so awful that you wanted to go home and just gently cry yourself to sleep. Ever since knowing Wednesday, you had realized just how potent perception was to each individual. A dreadful day for Wednesday would end with a gentle tugging of the corner of her lips before crossing her arms comfortably across her chest.

They were not the same. It didn’t take much effort into noticing the differences between the Addams family and the rest of the world. And yet, the two of you always seemed to get along. Well, getting along in terms of Wednesday Addams. That meant there was less scowling and a minimum amount of threats within the presence of each other.

Developing a fascination with Wednesday was almost instantaneous for any and everyone. Harboring a crush for the goth wasn’t an unusual occurrence either. Being compared to Wednesday only meant pointing out all the differences between Wednesday and the other person. It was only natural to become intrigued by the lifeless, unblinking stare and morbid interests.

As for the feelings, Wednesday Addams was aesthetically pleasing to the eyes. Her pale skin and raven hair were stark yet appealing contrasts with freckles sprinkled around. One could simply not fall in love with the goth after noticing the sea of freckles. Not to mention how soft and full her lips looked, always pale but darker than her pale skin.

The aurora that surrounded her and the way she held herself were both handsome attributes that lured you in. Her intelligence was admirable (as well as sexy if anyone was to ask you). Her voice was often times even and lifeless as she spoke, or even and factual; the sound was always pleasing to the ears, caressing the skin of your body and your heart.

It was when emotion trickled through her voice that you were really left weak in the knees. The fact that ninety-percent of that was directed towards you when conversing? Well, it would be more of a mystery to not fall for her.

So, yes, you were completely and utterly infatuated with Wednesday Addams. Her grace and beauty were so captivating. The goth’s entire being was an addiction for you.

Wednesday wasn’t a romantic person though. She burned romance books and nearly fell ill whenever Enid or Divina decided to display a romcom. Any form of affection had her wrinkling her nose and stitching her eyebrows together in a ferocious, pout. She always made discouraging remarks about Ajax and Enid’s relationship; everyone only knew the remarks were half-assed because the rainbow werewolf had managed to worm her way into the goth’s heart.

Yoko and Divina holding hands as they walked along the lake or cuddled on the couch for movie night always prompted a scowl from Wednesday.

Of course, everyone knew how much she abhorred physical touch. Despite wanting to drift your fingers through her bangs to smooth them out after a vision or lightly drag your fingers along the palm of her hand, you never did. Kissing Wednesday was the most prominent and recurring fantasy of yours, but you left it at that.

You respected Wednesday’s boundaries and loved her too much to attempt to cause the girl any discomfort.

Even with all of the walks to classes and shared isolation wasn’t enough to warrant suspicions from you. The only person allowed to be present during Wednesday’s writing period (Enid would be there wether she was allowed or not) was you. You’d never once asked to read her novel, but you did mention wanting to if Wednesday ever changed her mind; to that she had just hummed thoughtfully.

Her eyes were always a shade lighter and her face marginally softer when in the company of you. She declared you were the least annoying person out of “this group you all like to label as a friend group.” To Wednesday, it was just a group of people that she didn’t want to kill (as badly as others). Even her digs at you weren’t as callous as the others.

Enid had been trying to convince you to make a move because “Wednesday totes likes you!” but, “is too stubborn to make the first move.” But you’d spent enough time studying Wednesday and enough time putting yourself out there just to be shut down, to not make a move. You wouldn’t label the relationship between you and the goth as a friendship, but in their own unique slash dysfunctional slash bizarre way, they were friends.

You didn’t want to lose the nights of wordlessly stargazing after having watched her practice her cello, of days where she glared at Xavier in botany for even attempting to converse with you, of philosophical spiels from the goth and her in return trying to keep up with your hyperfixations, of her warning you to be careful if you were in the woods alone before deciding to accompany you because it was the “smarter” decision.

Wednesday was different with you from the others, you knew that, but the reasoning having to do with romance was absurd.

Absolutely, completely, and totally absurd.

Yoko was staying at Divina’s for the night, so you flipped the light-switch as soon as stepping foot into the shared dorm. You made sure to lock the door behind you, knowing that Wednesday would pinch your ear if she found out you didn’t.

She always threatened to hurt you if you got injured or killed and glared when you would laugh at the irony. You didn’t really mind though, because you could only find her scowl adorable and not intimidating. Though, you’d never dream of saying that to her. She’d probably either ignore you for a week or stick needles in her eyes.

You dropped your bag off by your desk then went to your closet to find some pj’s. As heavy as your limbs were and how your eyelids kept drooping, you knew you needed a shower and showers before bedtime always helped you sleep better. So, you quickly brushed your teeth and turned all of the lights off.

The last thing you did before rolling onto your side and easily drifting off to a different state of mind was plug your phone in.

You weren’t sure how long you had been under Mr. Sandman’s spell, but the sky was just as thickly black as before and Yoko wasn’t back. In fact, the door wasn’t even opened. The window leading into your shared dorm was opened barely an inch, and you knew it had been shut before going to bed. No one could get into your room from there anyways, unless they were Spider-Man and could climb walls.

The chilly noise that had roused your from your sleep wasn’t uttered again. Deciding you were probably only half-asleep and imagined the noise, you moved to curl back up in your previous position. But then there was a thump and a swirl that sounded like a body zooming across the room, ending with a thud on the floor.

Considering your deep-rooted love for horror and having faced a Hyde and a Pilgrim raised from the dead, not much could scare you at this point. Your hand was sturdy as it reached out to turn your lamp on and the racing of your heart wasn’t an obnoxious thump but a steady hum. What you saw next had your heart stilling in your chest.

“Wednesday!”

You leapt off the bed without a second thought and rushed to the aid of a seizing goth. Her body flung itself so she was on her back. Despite her head flinging this way and that and the rest of her body spasming, you quickly grabbed her and cradled her against your lap.

“Wednesday! Wh-what’s happening?” You asked despite her seemingly partly unconscious.

Two shallow breaths scratched the thick air around them and then Wednesday’s small body slumped. While it wasn’t unusual for the goth to be laying exceptionally still and her face expressionless, it was dialed to one-hundred. Or more like negative-one-hundred from how still and chilly she was.

There was blood scattered all over her body, turning her black clothes even darker. Even her sweet face that held so much information with the lack of expressions had blood splashed all over. There was barely an inch of her skin that was just her pale complexion and not slick blood. Her bangs that you were so obsessed with were messy and the rest of her hair was goopy with blood.

You gently cupped her cheek, as if that would keep the Addams girl from being harmed. She was already unmoving and unresponsive, you didn’t want to make matters worse. You couldn’t hurt Wednesday, especially when she already was so terribly hurt.

You sniffed and strummed your thumb along her elegant cheekbone. Her already chilly skin was even cooler, causing your fingertips to twitch and the rest of your body to spasm. Tears were cascading down your cheeks and dripping onto Wednesday’s face. You hadn’t even realized you were crying, you didn’t feel the slick heat on your cheeks or your eyes burning.

You didn’t feel anything. All you could feel was the barbed wire tightening further and further around your trembling heart. You were sure you were bleeding internally from her heart, and you hoped it would overflow so that you wouldn’t have to live in a world that didn’t have the insatiable Wednesday Addams in it.

“Wednesday, come on, wake up. This…” You swallowed hard. “This isn’t funny, though I know you find your cruel shenanigans to be just that.”

Seconds ticked by without a witty remark from the cold girl in your arms. Tears kept spilling down your face, so much so that you could wipe all the blood off of Wednesday. When too many tears blurred your vision and you could never see the most beautiful person ever, you dropped your head to her chest and clung to her tightly.

‘I should’ve listened to Enid.’ You couldn’t believe that something so horrible and so horribly cliche could be true! All this time you had waisted pining for Wednesday and now she’ll never know how you truly feel about her. You’d never get to know if she’d rather know or not, even if she didn’t feel the same.

Enid.

How were you going to explain this to her? The person she deemed her best friend, the girl she risked her own life to save last her, her roommate, was now dead. Someone so special in life and to Enid’s heart was no longer going to be around to threaten people and stun strangers and make their classmates laugh.

The girl you loved was gone.

“Oh, cara mia, it was all just a playful ruse.”

You jerked away from that metallic voice grazing your skin and kissing your ears. The rare tone of voice that was either used when speaking about a devious plan or talking to Uncle Fester or Enid. It was smooth and warm with a slight rasp tickling it, but still even and steady like her daily, monotone voice.

When you jerked away, you were met with a smile gracing the lips of the girl you had thought was dead. For a full sixty seconds, you were sure that Wednesday had been possessed because Wednesday Addams did not smile. But then you remembered her smirk at Outreach Day when her and Thing had successfully ruined the event, and you remembered the very few times she had snuck a smile here and there.

You could hear Enid’s voice in your head screeching how Wednesday looked at her with the goth’s own version of heart eyes. And you remembered how Wednesday would escort you to class and offer to hold your books, how she’d sit with you at lunch and didn’t threaten you like the others. How angry she got whenever you were careless and your safety was at risk.

That smile was innocent and it was infectious. A one-hundred-percent, bonafide Wednesday Addams smile.

Her hand cupping your cheek startled you from the reverie you had been induced in. The subtle shutter had that small smile widening and a warmth flooding her eyes. You always found the girl to be so beautiful that there were no words to adequately describe her, but this smile and the heat in her eyes was something even more remarkable.

She ran her thumb along your cheekbone and smirked as you leaned against her delicate touch.

“Y/N, my heart beats when your heart beats, and I suffer when you suffer. Which is not as fun as I expected suffering to be. As long as the earth rotates, that will never change. My fealty belongs to you and my heart will never forget the kiss your presence has left on it.”

Even if you had ever fancied the thought of Enid being right, you never in a million years expected Wednesday to say that as her love confession. And definitely not with that smile that kept trying to pull up further! You jerked your head down and counted your fingers and were left stunned to count ten. So you weren’t dreaming.

Your heart was thudding harder against your ribcage from that declaration of love than it had been when you thought Wednesday was dead.

Dead. Right. This whole sweet and enchanting confession was only given after she had faked her death. She pretended to die for what exactly, your reaction? If you hadn’t reacted appropriately would she have left you to believe she was dead? Or would she have woken up and left unimpressed?

As relieved as you were that she was alive and you got to do the next thing, you were pissed at her.

You smacked her - hard - on the bicep and glared at her. “Wednesday Friday Addams!”

“I’m assuming this is in response to my flawless scene I had enacted of demons possessing my body and effectively murdering me.”

“Yes! This is in response to…all of that!”

Your response only made her grin bigger. You guessed that it was only satisfying Wednesday’s knowledge of you reciprocating her undying love. As aggravating as it was, it was what made Wednesday Wednesday and you loved her more than breathing.

Sighing, you cupped her face and rubbed your thumb against the red stain on her face. “I’m assuming this is pig’s blood.”

She gave a single nod of her head, her eyes doing all of the smiling for her. “My smart girl.”

There weren’t any powers in the world that could have prevented you from shuddering at that compliment.

Wednesday’s smile morphed into something wicked, very on par for her, and she began to lean in.

“Darling, as much as I love that devious brain of yours,” she smiled brightly, loving the adjective. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again.”

She gave a solemn nod of her head. “Allow me to make it up to you, cara mia.”

And with that, you finally let your love kiss you.

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makeitmingi · 4 months

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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 7]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.3K

Chapter warning(s): Alcohol consumption.

"Tomorrow, we can sleep in!" Wooyoung cheered as he did the dishes. Today was Wednesday, which meant it would be the first off day your team has had since working at the restaurant. Days went by in a blur with how busy it was.

"I can finally go back to recipe testing." You chuckled as you wiped the table tops with disinfectant.

"After getting some sleep." Seonghwa added.

"Party pooper." You grumbled as you went to wash the cloth at the sink. Jongho and Wooyoung snickered at how you were just like a child with Seonghwa.

"What are your plans tomorrow, Jong?" You asked the youngest. He put the tray down with a sigh.

"Brunch with my parents and younger brother." He said.

"Are they still trying to set you up on dates with random girls?" Wooyoung laughed. Jongho rolled his eyes and took his tray into the walk in but that was enough of an answer.

"What about you, Seonghwa hyung? Any plans for tomorrow?" Wooyoung turned to the oldest.

"Just going to stay home and chill. I need to recharge." Seonghwa said. You knew that Seonghwa was just going to spend the entire day playing his Nintendo Switch. He was addicted to Animal Crossing. That device was glued to him 24/7, he probably uses it more than he uses his phone.

"You should make salt beef for that reuben sandwich you've been craving. Can't make salt beef on that switch of yours~" You teased. Seonghwa scoffed, flinging his tea towel at you.

"Are you guys seriously talking about cooking on your days off?" Mingi came in.

"Don't judge. I'm sure that's more productive than what you have planned." You retorted, making San wince.

"She got you good. Our plan was to game tonight and spend the whole day sleeping tomorrow." San informed and Mingi rolled his eyes but nodded.

"I will be going to my art studio." Hongjoong said. Oh yes, you heard from Seonghwa that Hongjoong does art on the side.

"What kind of art do you do?" You asked.

"Oh! I, uh, redesign clothing pieces. Repaint them, stitch different pieces and fabrics together, customise stuff... All that." Hongjoong explained, a light blush appearing on his cheeks.

"That's cool." You chuckled. Hongjoong's friends have never openly thought that his work was cool. For him to be genuinely complimented by someone that he personally has been wow'ed by was exhilarating.

"I'm stepping out for a bit." You told Wooyoung. He nodded and squeezed your waist as you walked through the back door.

"Good work today, everyone." Yunho smiled as he pranced into the kitchen after doing the accounts.

"Where's (y/n)?" He blinked, eyes wandering around the kitchen to look for you. Yeosang nodded over to the back door where you had just stepped out of.

"Shall we go out for a late dinner/ supper tonight since the restaurant is closed tomorrow?" Yunho suggested.

"There goes my gaming plan." Mingi mumbled.

"You can game the entire day tomorrow, Mingi ah." Yunho slung his arm around his best friend's shoulders. Mingi rolled his eyes and went to retrieve his bag from the locker room.

"Sure." Wooyoung and Jongho shrugged, they didn't mind going for dinner. Seonghwa too, he was going to suggest a night in with you anyway, tag along on your recipe testing or convince you to make salt beef for him. After all, it seemed that you were comfortable with this new group of people.

"Where did you have in mind, Yunho?" San asked.

"What about barbecue? We can get drinks." Yunho beamed. His heart fluttered in slight excitement, hoping that you would come.

"Hey. Ready to head off?" You came back in.

"(y/n)! I actually suggested that we go for a late dinner or supper. Get some barbecue and drinks. Would you want to go? But if you're tired, I completely understand." Yunho jogged over to you.

"Sure." Your reply was short as you looked up at the excitement written all over his face.

"Yes!" He cheered. You grabbed your apron that was on the counter and went to hang it on your hook in the staff room.

"Are you sure you're not tired? It's really okay if you don't-"

"Yunho, I said I'm good. Unless you don't want me to go?" You raised an eyebrow at him. His eyes widened as your statement and he actually looked horrified.

"What?! No! That's definitely NOT what I meant." He panicked, shaking his hands in denial. You burst out laughing, unable to contain yourself anymore. You held onto the cupboard to steady yourself. He really reminded you of a puppy and it amused you to no end.

"What's going on in here?" Seonghwa poked his head in. He hadn't seen you laugh so hysterically in public before, usually you kept your emotions on a leash and kept stoic around strangers.

"Nothing, Hwa. It was just something funny." You wiped a non existend tear and shook your head, turning back to your cubby to pack your things.

Yunho, on the other hand, was surprised. He hadn't heard you laugh so genuinely before and honestly, it made him feel a certain way.

He decided, he liked your laugh. He liked hearing it and even being the cause of it.

"Here." Seonghwa helped you put your coat over your shoulders, as he always does. He took his scarf and wrapped it around your neck, securing it properly.

"I don't need this, Hwa." You told him.

"You want to wear this thin coat, you wear a scarf. This isn't going to keep you warm. I told you to get rid of it, it's too old." Seonghwa nagged you.

"I will never throw it away. This was the first coat you bought me from your trip to Europe." You frowned. Seonghwa laughed softly and patted your head. You exited the small locker room first, leaving Seonghwa to gather his things. Yunho regained his focus and grabbed his things too.

"Look at how cute you are." When Yunho emerged, he saw Wooyoung teasing you, being swallowed by Seonghwa's long scarf. It covered the lower half of your face, leaving only your eyes peeking through.

"I'll end you." You threatened but Wooyoung couldn't care less, continuing to pinch your cheeks and coo at you.

"I'll get Jongho to end you." You tried again and that actually made Wooyoung stop but Jongho laughed.

"Get your stuff. We'll wait in the car." Seonghwa said to Wooyoung and Jongho, who obediently went into the locker room to get their stuff. You followed Seonghwa out.

"Which restaurant are we going to?" You asked Yunho, who followed you both out.

"Oh, let me give you the address." Yunho took his phone out.

"Send it to Hwa instead. He's the one driving." You instructed. Yunho paused but nodded, sending the address to Seonghwa instead of you.

"See you at the restaurant." Yunho waved with a small smile. You bowed your head and Seonghwa waved back as you both walked to where Seonghwa's car was parked. As always, Seonghwa opened the door for you to get in first.

"See you in a bit!" Wooyoung waved as he and Jongho came out of the restaurant and jogged over to the car where you and Seonghwa were already warming up in.

"Let's go." Mingi, San, Yeosang and Hongjoong came out. They rode in Yeosang's car. Thankfully he wasn't much of a drinker anymore.

"Are you sure you guys aren't too tired?" You asked from the passenger seat.

"Nope! Not tired at all." Wooyoung giggled.

"Besides, we're going to eat and drink. That doesn't count as work or anything remotely tiring." Jongho pointed out, leaning his head against Wooyoung's arm.

"But it's with our boss." You reminded.

"That's your corporate side talking." Seonghwa chuckled, facing the road as he drove.

"You know I can't help it." You mumbled, sinking further into the scarf that was wrapped around your neck. Seonghwa let out an affectionate chuckle. When Seonghwa pulled up, you all got out of the car. It wasn't that long a wait before Yeosang pulled up next to Seonghwa's car to park.

"What's famous at this place?" Jongho asked.

"Beef on charcoal barbecue." Yunho grinned at you, as if trying to impress you that he didn't bring you to some random Korean barbecue place.

"Next time, we should go to Mingi's mother's restaurant." San suggested and you attention was steered. Hongjoong went in to get a table or section that could sit all of you together.

"Your mother's owns a restaurant?" You blinked.

"Yeah... Not like the one we work at. It's a grilled eel place." Mingi rubbed the back of his neck.

"I do like grilled eel. Salt grilled. We should go next time~" You shook Seonghwa's sleeve like an excited little child. The prospect of food always got you excited.

"Sure." Seonghwa chuckled. When Hongjoong waved all of you into the restaurant, you entered and sat down at a long table.

"Why don't you guys do the ordering since you're more familiar with the place? We'll eat anything and everything." Wooyoung suggested, passing the menu over to Yeosang. Yunho made all the orders, along with a few drink orders.

"I'm the designated driver so cola for me." Yeosang ordered. The 5 watched in amusement as you, Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho engaged in an intense game of rock, paper, scissors.

"Wait, isn't the car Seonghwa's though?" Hongjoong asked.

"Doesn't matter. We drive each other's cars all the time." Jongho said as you eyed each other.

"Ahhh..." Seonghwa groaned as you, Wooyoung and Jongho hi fived each other in victory. Maybe it was meant to be, Seonghwa driving his own car.

"Beer or straight to soju?" Mingi offered as he put out the glasses for the 3 of you.

"Soju for us." Wooyoung replied. You received your shot glass, shaking it at Seonghwa to tease him a little.

"Here you go." The staff served all the plates of beef and stews that were ordered. You scooped out half of the rice from your bowl and piled it on top of Seonghwa's own full one. You'd rather fill up on meat than rice. You started the cooking for one of the grills, oiling it with beef fat.

"Shall we do some pork and some beef?" You suggested. Yunho and Hongjoong, who were sharing the grill with you and Seonghwa, nodded their heads.

"I'll help." Yunho, who sat opposite you, offered. He reached over to grab a pair of tongs.

"Wow, you're really bad at this. You already burnt the kimchi." Wooyoung snorted as he helped remove the stuck kimchi.

"I'm trying to help." Yeosang hissed. Mingi reached over to fill your glass and everyone else's. Yunho proposed a toast, extending his gratefulness to everyone at the table.

"Thank you, everyone. For helping me and supporting me so far. I think we work well together." He raised his glass.

"Cheers!" Everyone clinked their glasses and downed everything in one shot. Seonghwa, who had water in his shot glasses, feigned winces and hisses as he drank the water, acting like he was drinking the bitter alcohol along with all of you.

"Your acting is getting better, Hwa." You teased, putting your empty shot glass down. Jongho, who was beside you, refilled your glass with more soju.

"Hey, you fill mine to the brim but give (y/n) a normal amount." Wooyoung complained, holding his glass up to compare.

"Woo, you're gonna spill." Seonghwa lectured.

"Not my fault!" He exclaimed. Jongho shrugged innocently. You let out a small giggle. When you finished grilling, Seonghwa helped with cutting the meat up and distributing them.

"How is it?" Yunho asked after you took the first mouthful of meat, followed by a spoon of rice.

"It's good meat." You said as you covered your mouth so he wouldn't see you chewing. Yunho smiled proudly, glad he could impress you.

"They wet age their meats here, probably why it is so flavourful." Seonghwa pointed to the tank, where slabs of beef and pork were sitting in vacuum bags. Yunho and Hongjoong turned around to see what Seonghwa was pointing at. They have never noticed the tank here before.

"What's wet aging?" Yunho tilted his head.

"It's where you seal the meat in it's own juices to enhance the natural flavour of the meat. There's dry age and wet age. Dye aging leaves the meat exposed but it makes the meat richer." You explained.

"It's probably in those tanks because leaving it in the fridge or on the counter makes it susceptible to spoiling." Jongho said.

"Like when you thaw meat from the freezer, putting it in the water prevents the temperature of the meat from becoming too extreme too quickly." Seonghwa added.

"So like fermenting it in it's own meat juice." Mingi clarified. Wooyoung nodded his head.

"San, you're awfully quiet. Are you alright?" You turned to the male. His cheeks were bright red and his eyes were glassy.

"Are you crying?" Your eyes widened.

"N-No! I just... get like this when I drink... I'm not a big fan of drinking. But I'm okay, (y/n)." He rubbed the back of his neck shyly. His sheepishness with the dazed look on his face made you give him an endearing smile.

"Who is the best drinker out of the 5 of you?" Wooyoung asked, downing the rest of his shot.

"Definitely not San. I would say Yunho is the best? Or rather, he acts the most sober, even if he doesn't remember what happened the next day." Yeosang said.

"Jongho's the same. Acts sober but doesn't remember a single thing when he wakes up. Wooyoung and Seonghwa are the worse."

"Speak for yourself." Seonghwa scoffed at your words.

"Jongho and I are always the ones that have to put you two to bed." You glared at Seonghwa. He didn't say anything because he knows it's the truth. He never remembers how he ends up in your bed.

"You tell him, (y/n)." Jongho laughed, raising his shot glass to clink with yours before you both downed it.

"I want some pork neck, please." You pointed, holding the perilla leaf out. Seonghwa nodded and took a piece, blowing it lightly before dipping it into the ssamjang and placing it on your leaf. He placed a piece of kimchi, a sliver of garlic and some scallion salad on there too, knowing how you like to make your wraps.

"Thank you." You smiled and ate it in one mouthful. To give Seonghwa a chance to eat, you took over the cooking for a bit. You placed a few pieces of beef on Yunho's plate.

"You prefer the short rib over the ribeye right?" You raised an eyebrow. Yunho nodded in his head in confirmation, his eyes shining.

"Can you... make me a wrap?" Yunho asked suddenly, now gaining some liquid confidence from the soju.

"Sure. What do you want in it?" You asked.

"No, make it how you would make it." Yunho shook his head. You nodded, putting the tongs down and making a wrap how you would make it for yourself.

"That's a lot of veggies..." Hongjoong cringed at your overall vegetable to meat ratio.

"You're just a vegetable hater." You scoffed. Now that there was alcohol in your system, you let loose a little more and relaxed, finding yourself a little more chatty. Yunho's eyes followed you curiously as you made the wrap. Then you held it out to him.

"Looks good." He grinned, a light blush forming on his cheeks. It was either from the alcohol, the shyness or both. But he leaned forward to eat the wrap from your hands.

"It's so good, the best I've had." When he beamed, the food made his cheeks bulge. The first time, he didn't look like a puppy, more a hamster.

"It's just a normal wrap." You said.

"Still the best." Yunho insisted with a small pout. You shook your head with a chuckle and filled your glass to sip it. Wooyoung was already leaning against Jongho, mumbling and giggling to himself.

"One more bottle, please!" Mingi suddenly shot up, making you jump in surprise.

"Shhh, Mingi ah. No yelling in the restaurant." Yeosang pushed his drunkenly loud friend back onto his stool. Mingi blinked in confusion, not realising how loud he was being. San was already knocked out, laying down on the chair next to him. Hongjoong had a dreamy smile on his face.

"Looks like we may need to go home soon." Seonghwa stroked your back.

"I'm fine, Hwa." You assured, taking more food to eat. You were a little too tipsy to realise Seonghwa wasn't talking about you but the rest around the table.

Yunho was pacing himself too. He didn't want to get too intoxicated since he was in front of you and your team. A part of him was worried about looking like an irresponsible boss.

"Let's finish the food. Then we will go home." Yeosang encouraged his friends.

"We have to go before they start singing. They will not shut up then." He said to Yeosang, who burst out laughing.

After the food and drinks were done, Yunho went to pay while Yeosang started to load the boys into the car. Seonghwa and Jongho moved Wooyoung into the car, helping Yeosang with the other boys. You sat there obediently, waiting for them.

"(y/n), let's go." Yunho said. You nodded and pushed yourself to stand up, following Yunho out to where the cars were. You seemed fine but Yunho noticed you staring into space and blinking slowly.

"Hwa hwa." That was an indication of how out of it you were.

"That's how you know. She's not called me 'hwa hwa' in years. Only when we were kids. And now, when she's tipsy." Seonghwa chuckled.

"Come on. Thank you for tonight, Yunho. Get home safe." Seonghwa's arm came to your waist to steady you before he bowed gratefully to Yunho.

"Let's go, Yunho." Yeosang helped the smiling giant into the passenger seat. Yunho waved to you and Seonghwa as Yeosang led him away, sitting him down and buckling his seatbelt for him before shutting the door. Despite not knowing if Yunho could see you, you still gave a small wave back.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help send one of them home?" Seonghwa asked Yeosang, seating you in the passenger seat of his own car. You were still sober enough to buckle your own seatbelt.

"It's fine, Seonghwa. Don't you need to send all of them home too? It's about the same." Yeosang chuckled.

"Nah, I think I'll take them back to (y/n)'s. They'll go home on their own tomorrow after sobering up." Seonghwa laughed.

"That's a good idea actually. Maybe I should take them back to Yunho's place and leave them all there. But let me know when you get back safely?"

"You too." The two sober ones bid each other goodbye and goodnight before parting ways.

"Yunho is nice. They're all nice." You said.

"You've gotten comfortable with them a lot faster than any of us expected. You're usually more cautious around new people." Seonghwa pointed out. He was not sure if you would remember this conversation tomorow.

"I am... I still am... But especially Yunho, he's like a puppy, you know? You can't really help but be nice to him because he's just nice to everyone he meets." You replied.

"That's true. He's been friendly from the get go like a golden retriever." Seonghwa chuckled.

"Exactly!" You snapped your fingers.

"But usually, those kind of people hide a lot of their negative emotions behind that smile. It's like a mask to them." You said, looking out the window.

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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months

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Can you write a mermaid au where the reader attends a circus with poorly dressed employees who are supposed to look like fairy tale characters but the main event of the circus is a merman ( kyojuro) and he does this amazing performance and the reader goes and talks to him to ask how he does those stunts in the water without breathing (because she don't think their a real mermaid) until she see the gills actually moving?

Please and thank you I just think Kyojuro would be so pretty as a merman

Ooohh! Cute, a Merman Kyojuro~! Let’s go, I can’t wait to finish this up! Thanks again, loves!

Rengoku Kyojuro- Fantasy is True

You could tell why this cheap half-assed circus managed to attract the attention of a number of families. It spilled out so many promises on online advertisements and it rolled around your little homely village regularly, it was clearly a quick cash-grab type of business

On a meaningless but yet only relax day of Sunday, you truly had nothing else to do once you finished your power nap and your curiosity got the better of you, ended up with a single ticket to this circus that proudly proclaimed to have had a real fairytale creature performing for them

You want to see if they really do have a real life fantasy creature at their disposal, willy-nilly or if they are just bullshitting to further get money off circus-addicted children or bored adults like you

Taking a lazy seat at the first empty bench row you spot when you enter through the curtains, you slid the paper ticket into the case of your phone and pocketed it. As a extra measure incase you need that ticket, you propped your hands on your cheeks over your knees and stared at the empty stage, already bored out of your mind with loudly speaking children and occasionally scolding parents filling up the seats all around you

You hoped this circus would make your day even the slightest bit better

Boy… it for sure did

The employees’ last-minute baked uniforms were clearly modelled after fairytale characters; Riding Hood, Fairies, Elves, all kinds of would-have-been pretty looking displays if they gave a shit to actually look good. You could tell how badly careless the outfits were thrown together, stitching all over the fabric and even a zipper busting out from the back on the Riding Hood actor as many came out of the darkness circling the stage

You truly had no right to complain as the children in the stalls were cooing and cheering at the performances. Clearly, they had some reputation of being incompetent and children aren’t that brainless, even some lonely middle-aged adults or bored teenagers were remarking openly that the performances were decent

The juggling, the fire ring jumping, the clown scene, all do the stereotypical and common circus parts came in so quickly, filling the lousy stage with people doing their best to entertain. Crossing your arms and hoping something else would come, your request suddenly came to reality as the much more fancy and lavish-appearing Ringmaster appeared in the centre of the stage

The non-dressed employees that clearly hid in the back, possibly operating the music and lights, wheeled in a huge mysteries rectangle covered by a pale yellow sheet and held off the ground by a massive dark blue metallic mini-trailer without the walls. Was this the fascinating real fairytale being this circus proclaimed to have?

“For the grand finalee~! Ladies and gentleman, I present to you! A real lifeeee—” The Ringmaster dramatically called out into the microphone clutched tightly in his hands as his makeshift clown tore the sheet off the rectangle and revealed the content underneath. A gigantic glass container without the lid and filled to the tippy top with clear yet noticeable light blue water

What was inside was actually more believable and realistic as compared to all the other circus performers here

A human being, a fully grown man was swimming around the thick, you assumed, seawater with a bright smile on his attractive fan. His skin was a healthy tan, his visible torso and arms were built to the brim with muscles and athleticism and the most interesting part. A merman tail that directly mirrored the long-finned tail of a Firefish Goby. From what you saw of his fingers, they were webbed and his ears looked more like fins then ears

White at the hips and fade to dark red at the ends with light orange to dark orange completing the beautiful fade. This most-certainly fake merman tail prop looked very convincing and very professional! This is beyond amazing as compared to every other actor, they must have poured all their love into a merman actor

“Welcome! Our lovely merman, Kyojuro!” The Ringleader cheered pridefully, quickly rushing into the black shadows as the many high-beam lights illuminating the wide stage shut off mysteriously and all the ones remaining tilted over to the supposed merman’s container as to place the centre of attention onto him. Like it was nature, Kyojuro flung himself out of the water beautifully and begun to harmonise, seemingly as ready as he would ever be

His singing voice is incredible, so angelic and majestic as he hung over the thin glass wall before he flopped back into the water without stopping his singing, your eyes widened in shock. How was a human singing underwater? No, it must have been a technological trick of the radio playing a convincing audio of a man singing as the actor pretended to sing, he probably isn’t singing at all!

You carefully followed every movement and stunt the supposedly Merman, Kyojuro performed as he leapt out of the water, flinging thin strings of water around, in which glittered with the artificial light by a flip of the tail’s small round fins. Even the adults were gawking in wonder at Kyojuro’s fascinating show and by the end, the Ringmaster excitedly thanked every paying customer for taking time to come to their circus but you ignored his little speech

Your eyes followed watching the employees wheel away Kyojuro from the centre of the wooden-pane stage in a extreme sense of wonder and want of discover. How he could stay underwater for so long and even keep his mouth open underwater so effectively, wouldn’t it cause water to enter his lungs? Thankfully, the Ringleader was too ego-driven to not let the children approach the employees and praise his work

You manoeuvred through the wave of parents with their young children once you stepped down from your seat. Most other patrons had left with only a handful exploring the stage and speaking with the actors. You were the only solo adult doing so but you didn’t want to pretend you were believing that you were talking to Snow White, no.

You just wanted to meet and greet the amazing “Merman”

Pure amazement overflowed your eyes as your pace grew slower, you pressed palms on the thin but tall glass pane wall facing you once you reached it, flinching when Kyojuro does the same from the inside. Your palms looked as if they touched his on a angle. You couldn’t believe this human was doing all these stunts for almsot three hours non-stop without needing air as he was singing and speaking everytime he went up, was he using a invisible oxygen task or something?

The floating locks of firey yellow and red crossed his neck and face slowly by the water pulling it around, highlighting his gorgeous flame-coloured eyes, in which calmly bored through you with enlightenment for finally having company again, especially company from a pretty woman. Your world begin spinning in amazement and disbelief at what you noticed after examining him up close

Three thin lines on both sides of his neck, almost like strange lacerations, slowly flaring in and out like how a chest would rise and fall. Exactly as how fish filter water for their own breathing needs, he did the same

Kyojuro was worried for you by the way you reacted as he pressed his brick-like muscular chest against the glass like he was trying to break out, his expression dissolving into concern as you stumbled back, clutching your head with one hand. You almost didn’t want to believe it but all the evidence, you couldn’t ignore all the evidence

…He wasn’t a normal human nor a very trained human actor. The oddly-marketed main attraction of this dilapidated wannabe circus is no joke nor a fake, he is a…

A merman! A real merman!

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quills-of-freedom · 1 year

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Reiner Braun Relationship

Aesthetic, vibes & various.

♌

💥

🌦️

🐻

🥩

🍺

🏈

🍲

🏆

🧸

🚿

👔

👞

📖

💭

🏳️

It's no secret that Reiner is a huge soft bear at heart. When he loves, he loves so deeply, your presence in his life being his saving grace for the reignition of his love for life.

He’s a broken man and needs so much love, affection, patience and tonnes of words of affirmation and reassurance.

With all of the above showering him, slowly bit by bit, you can stitch this torn man back into one piece. The scars will remain but you will recognise that long-missed mischievous glint behind his honey eyes.

Always, always over the moon to see you. His face will instantly soften as he opens his arms in a welcome embrace.

Ideal dates;

Reiner isn’t fussed about where you go or what you do. He’s just happy to be in your presence. Your vibe is so healing to him, he’s almost addicted to you.

But his perfect ideal date with you is a casual stroll through the park with ice cream. His happiness returning as he takes the tip of his finger and scoops up the cold cream, dabbing it on your nose.

He’ll laugh so hard as your brows furrow and your eyes cross, before pulling you in with one arm and kissing it off you.

Picnics, quiet and private dates are his favourite. But he doesn’t mind taking you out to a fancy restaurant either.

Will be so proud to have you on his arm, his chest will swell with pride like - yeah. This is my woman.

So thoughtful. Will make it tradition to get you flowers every other Sunday. Or he’ll notice your eyes lingering on a cake in a bakery window and BAM. The next day he’s placing that very same baked good into your hands with a soft smile.

Modern AU

Like Porco is a big fan of sports. He likes to play rugby, keeping fit.

Also, loves his food. Cook for him and feed him well and he will never stray. (Not that he would anyway, but you know what I mean)

Always smells great. Even his sweat has a sweet tinge to it.

A sucker for a glass of beer while watching the sports channel in the bar.

Quiet and reserved but around those he trusts, he’s like his old self. Cracking jokes, belly laughing and making crude remarks to you with a mischievous grin.

Very respectful of you. And just an all-round gentleman.

Tight shirts and polos that hug his form beautifully 🔥

Those sleek, black trousers or jeans that hug his ass just… 👌

Cologne and aftershave, shower gel and bubble bath scented.

NSFW

Someone get this man a glass of water. Because he’s not okay.

He is so nervous when you first have sex. Not for himself and performance - but he’s so large he’s terrified he’ll lose control and hurt you.

Because boy, does he want you, bad.

He’s shy too, the first few times. Not knowing where he can touch you, the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable.

Takes a lot of reassurance for him to become more comfortable with you.

Will absolutely be in awe each and every time you make love. No matter how many times you’ve done it, or how long you’ve been together. He always feels like the luckiest man alive to have you.

People like to canon him as some extreme Dom. He really isn’t. He can take charge, sure. But hurting you or degrading you in any way is a huge turn off for him.

That’s not saying he can’t take control and be a little rough with you. Because he certainly can.

Can and will fuck you against walls. Bend you over a desk and take you.

Loves eating you out. Could do it for hours. And if you take him into your mouth, he swears he’s died and gone to heaven.

“Do my fingers feel good inside of you, huh?”

“You’re so tight baby…”

“God you're so perfect.”

“I love you so much.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Ah, your pussy… It’s going to make me cum babe…”

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock…”

Are some of the things he’ll often grunt or whisper.

Kinks

Breeding. Breeding. Breeding kink. Reiner's blood runs hot with the need to impregnate you - to breed you with his seed and create a little human that is half you and half him. To Reiner, this is the ultimate form of love and trust.

Service kink. Loves pleasuring you and making you feel like the queen you are. Praising you endlessly.

Mating pressing. Nothing he likes more than pinning you in place with his body weight, his large cock dipping in and out of you deeply. His fingers will lace with yours as he buries his head in the crook of your neck while he whispers how much he loves you.

Will keep himself plugged in after he’s come, and when he does remove himself, will push any dribbling cum back inside of you with his fingers.

Aftercare

Reiner is up there with the best of them when it comes to aftercare.

Will kiss anywhere he’s gripped you too hard or bitten you in his joy.

Will ask if you’re okay, embracing you against his solid chest.

Tell you how amazing it was and how much he loves you.

Will gladly carry you to the shower, even washing and combing your hair.

Changes the sheets too as you change into your PJs.

Will order food or whip up a quick snack for you both.

Spoons and bear hugs all night long.

Dates 10/10

Thoughtfulness 10/10

Affection 10/10

Sex 10/10

Aftercare 10/10

It’s no secret… My husband is perfection.

You’d better love him and love him well. He deserves the best. 💓

#reiner x reader #snk x reader #reiner x you #reiner brainrot #reiner braun #reiner imagine #reiner snk #reiner smut

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chvnnie · 1 year

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You swore to yourself this wouldn’t happen again. This…habit of yours isn’t healthy. It’s going to end in something dark and twisty, swallowing you into a hole lined with rose thorns. The cuts won’t be easily numbed, the stitches won’t hold.

But you’re starving, and there’s only one thing that can cure your hunger. The addiction you just seem to can’t seem to shake.

SMUT - MINORS DNI // THEMES OF DRUGS

The smile on Chan’s face when he opened the door sends a wave of annoyance down your spine. Like this surprise visit is anything but; of course you’re back. Do you ever really leave?

“What’s the poison tonight?”

You push past the broad man, sliding off your leather jacket as you cross the threshold. “Usual.”

He hums, shutting the two of you inside the small apartment. Clicks of the lock louder than the rock music vibrating out of the speakers. “Then you should know how much I want.”

The jacket is thrown onto the circular dining table, followed closely by your keys. “And you should know I don’t have the cash.”

While he rolls his eyes, the smile is still present. “You know, when you moved out, you lost those privileges.”

You hardly untie your boots before you’re kicking them off, letting them slide across the tile floor. The eye contact the two of you share is intense, not wavering even as you reach behind you and begin to unzip your dress.

“When has that stopped you before?”

Chan’s head hits the armrest of the couch, your hands on either side as your lips collide. Noses nudging as your tongues battle for dominance, neither of you wanting to let go of the control you hold. Even if it’s hardly anything, letting yourself be consumed by him is dangerous.

You haven’t recovered from the first fall; the second will kill you.

His hands are on your hips, fingers bunching up the thin fabric. Clothed core pressed onto his center, hardening with each bite to his bottom lip. The thin straps of your dress slide down your shoulders, swells of your breast more exposed which each shift of your body.

“Touch me, Chan.” You mumble into the kiss, hands moving to tangle in his curls instead. “I c-can’t take it anymore-“

Just like you, his hands move quickly; one diving under your dress while the other wraps around your throat, pulling you off his lips. There’s only a bit of pressure, just enough to make you feel hazy. “Since when do you get to demand things? When I’m being so generous.”

There’s a pout forming as your eyes roll back, the small cry you can’t seem to hold back escaping. This is what he does, holding every necessity over your head to push and pull you the way he wants. Leverage. Give him what he wants, and he’ll give you everything.

“Why do you keep coming back?”

Your eyes squint shut, trying to hide the stinging tears. “Chan, you know I can’t quit-“

“But what can’t you quit?” His palm is heavy on your cunt, finger pressing against your entrance over the panties. “Your fix, or me?”

He knows the answer. There’s no difference between the two — Chan is your fix. He always has been, and fuck, you hope he always will be.

Instead of verbalizing it, you grind down into his touch. Your eyes open, the need to hide your tears gone. He won; you’re falling again. Especially when you notice the similar look in his eyes. Pain, longing, desperate need emphasized by his own tears.

The slight pleasure you felt from his hand is quickly ripped from you, not giving you time to even miss it before he’s on your hips again. Forcing your body onto his face.

Chan doesn’t even remove the barrier, the withdrawals too overwhelming to let him go a second without the taste of you. Tongue lapping at your soaked panties, nose nudging your clit. He’s clawing into your thighs, keeping you spread open so he can devour you.

You let out a broken gasp, head rolling back as you that to spiral. It’s like you bypass the thorns as you fall, landing in a bed of blood red roses. Barely anything, yet his touch is euphoric. Lips quirking into a smile of pure satisfaction. The first smile in days. Weeks. Since your last visit.

For the longest time, you thought that feeling nothing was better than the usual dread you’re filled with. But nothing is worse when you know what this feels like.

Resisting the fall was ridiculous.

Chan’s hands find the hem of your panties, simply tearing them open. Too ravenous to move even an inch. Your knees buckle around his head as you feel his tongue for the first time that evening, flicking over your clit in quick succession.

“My fucking angel.” He moans, vibrations making your skin erupt in goosebumps. “Fuck, you’re decadent.”

Everything feels fuzzy, unable to move or even think as his tongue slides down your slit. Nose back to nudging your clit, it becomes sloppy. The sound of slick and spit making you drool, hands running up your body to cup your own breast. Thumbs teasing the nipples over your dress.

“God, Chan.” You’re whining, the tears now of pleasure as your hips buck against his face. He encourages the movement, laying still to let you ride his face to your heart’s desire. When you glance down, you see his eyes open. Staring up at you, watching you writhe from the high he’s giving you.

It’s enough to make you sink down the bed of roses, the petals covering every inch of you and welcoming you back home.

“I-I love you.” Nails are digging into your breasts, breaking both the fabric and skin. Warm blood sliding underneath it. Everything is too much, consumed on the feelings that you’ve tried to burn away.

You can feel the smiles against your core, his eyes soft as his tongue moves so aggressively. The pressure increasing with each lick, like he’s trying to keep the taste of you on him permanently.

You’re his fix. Always have been, always will be.

“Mine.” He barely breaks contact to speak, still fully buried in you. Your hips grind down a little faster, the muscles in your stomach beginning to spasm. “Mine, mine, mine.”

The word bounces around your head, eyes fluttering shut as you begin to see red. A scream that’s otherworldly is pulled from you, the orgasm making your entire body shatter. Gone beyond repair, Chan left to pick up the pieces.

He’s working diligently to make sure not a single drop is wasted, still starving even after being fed enough to be full. Even once the wave is passed, he can’t seem to pull away.

Your face twist is overwhelming pleasure, hands dropping to find his hair once more. “F-fuck, Chan, no more-“

“Don’t you love me?” He says cruelly, eyes dark with a wicked smile. “Aren’t you mine?”

“You’re fucked.”

“So are you.” Then his lips are back on you again, seemingly deaf to your pleas and cries of overstimulation. “Why do you think I never let you leave?”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #chan smut #chvnnie thots

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helloiamadrawer · 2 months

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Class 1-A Boys + music they listen to 🎵🎧 (PART 1)

Ojiro and Shoji would a b s o l u t e l y vibe together to meditation music, yk like the two most calmest bois of 1-A inviting each other to their dorms to chat, study or hang out to meditate after training to find some inner peace within themselves 😊✌️

Koda gives Animal Crossing vibes so much (probably plays Animal Crossing too 🥺) so he would listen to cutecore music for enjoyment, maybe a a bit of lofi if he has to study. Nervous boi would be so scared of showing off his music to his classmates because of how they would feel about it 🥺

Izuku loves all pop songs from 2000's to now pop music. But if you ask who is his favorite artist...probably Shawn Mendes, Harry Styles or Boywithuke. The first song he got attached to was 'Stitches'. Other types he likes are techno and dubstep

One time, after dinner at the dorms, Izuku and Todoroki were washing dishes in the kitchen and Izuku had his headphones on listening to said song and little did todoroki know..broccoli boi started ✨singing✨ it. His lovely voice ringing through the room, making the peppermint haired boy look at him in suprise. And poor boi din't notice it until he glanced back and immediately started apologizing and blushing like a mad man lol.

Todoroki was always a man of variation but he was never introduced to much music cause you know...

Until one day..he was just scrolling around youtube and all he could see was everything ✨slowed and reverb✨

It couldn't go away from his field of vision he clicks on a slowed version of Dancin by Aaron Smith and let me tell you when he did this

HE DID THIS jsgakjsbgiua

Starts to literally v i b e in his dorm room. It's like he's been teleported to another world where he can zone out and dance and when the song ended, he wanted more. Now everytime you see him, he has his earphones in listening to the sweet sounds of reverbed music (until he has to go to bed ofc cause he has curfew) and has about 200 songs on his Spotify playlist (he clearly hasn't stfu about it 😂) but outside of his new addiction, he also likes techno like Izuku does. Definitely plays it on his speaker too if hanging with the DekuSquad

When baking, Sato likes to play some indie music cause for some strange reason, it naturally speeds up the baking process for him. Yes, even the song from Lazytown Cooking by the Book (it's a guilty pleasure

Random headcanon: he gained a liking for broadway music and he had a theatre kid era once before he got into the whole baking/cooking spiel.

Tokoyami is the MOST obvious one of them all. He just loves being the emo/alt lord and loves metal/heavy metal to death. I mean probably every time he sees a new metal band he'll seek them out to see if they're good or not. He did come across a band that Kuroiro showed him once when Class B came to the dorms after the whole training tournament the band was called Nemophila ⬇️

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He liked it, buuuttt he wanted 'more power' so he asked him what other bands he liked so he sent him this⬇️ Broken by the Scream

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He took one look at the album art and literally thought that his twin emo is fooling him but when he listened to it holy shi- it's so good WhAt so much power 🤟😯 mans was even more shocked that it was an ✨all girl✨ band (yes even a girl did the deep voice) he was s h o o k e t h but in the greatest way possible, he even recommended this song for Jirou to listen and he NEVER does that. He includes it in his playlist and discovers there's more songs by them. He doesn't mind playing it out loud sometimes but he feels like it's only for him not being selfish or anything metal is a genre he treasures to him and doesn't give af what ppl think of it PERIODT.

Part 2 is coming soon since this part was sooo long than expected hope y'all enjoyed this part 🤟✨

#mha #tokoyami fumigake #boku no hero academia #shoto todoroki #mha imagines #drawer writes 👌#sato rikido #izuku midoriya #ojiro mashirao #mezo shoji #boku no hero acedamia

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myhobbyadiction · 3 months

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Working on HAED Checkmate by Ruth Thompson.

So far 3805/101,376 stitches done

#cross stitch #needle #fabric #thread #heaven and earth designs #haed #fabric art #haed checkmate #cross stitchaholic #cross stitch addict #full coverage #cross stitching #18ct aida #dmc thread #crafting #cross stitcher life

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fuckmarrykillme · 1 year

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Welcome to my show and tell post! I love to cross stitch so I thought why not share my completed projects with you all!

This has been my all time favorite stitch - she gets a category of her own and at the very top because I mean... look at her. Need I really say more?

Do you enjoy spooky/witchy/too cool for school things? Literally same.

My favorite holiday is Halloween!

And my favorite movie is Midsommar.. So naturally..

Do you love tarot cards? That aren't your typical tarot cards?

That's all for now! I'll keep adding to it, don't you worry! This stitching addiction runs deep.

#mine #cross stitch

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foxes-that-run · 6 months

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Timelines and Themes

Timelines

Timeline Tag

20 May

28 September

Dates by Month

Harry's house

Fine Line

Midnights

Better master posts :)

Timeline Masterpost - fab timeline and photos

Haylor Master post with timelines, theories and more!

Haylor Master post with great Folklore links

Fabulous timeline with photos

this 2012-2014 timeline with photos galore

Another Twitter timeline 2013-14

Taylor-on-your-dash covers making 1989 up to May 2014 and making red

Playlists

Rough timeline playlist

My Haylor playlist

Another man mix tape summary and playlist

Other, themes

They only talk in song

And they paid the price theme

Trapped by fame and love theme

20 times it was always Haylor

20 and 7

Flamingos more flamingos 🦩

Swans

William Bowery

Hallways

Colours

Bleeding

Doors

Cars and Driving

Flying, planes and passports

Coffee and Kitchens

Wine, Drugs, Antidote, Addiction

Madness, Crazy and Mind

Rose Ring, Thorn and rose References

Stitches

Take my hand

Home

Paris

School as a metaphor for One Direction

Winding Wheel

Notebook references

Harry complimenting Taylor and Taylor saying they’re friends

About Joe

A relationship as muse

Ed on being real friends

Reputation has two parts

Matty Healy

Olivia benson

April 29

Burton and Taylor

Jewellery and Tattoos

Harry's Rings

2024 mystery ring

Temper Trap Tattoo, Arm Lyrics and meeting in 2011

Harry and Lt non-Matching Tattoos

Butterfly and handshake tattoos

Cross Tattoo

Infinity Symbols

Taylors braids and chains

Taylor Angel and evil eye rings

Harry's Heart Tattoo and 70 times he kissed it

Other

Maybe Someday

I don’t wanna live forever

Eyes open

Renegade - Big Red Machine Feat Taylor

The Alcott - The National Feat Taylor

Head > heels - Ed Sheeran

Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran

Still the one - Shiana Twain

Unreleased songs

Need - TS Unreleased

Him - HS unreleased

Coco - hs unreleased

I'm not happy - HS unreleased

Talk, HS unlreleased

Pop tart - HS unreleased

Anna and Baby Honey, HS unreleased

Complicated Freak - HS Unreleased

Super Pretty - HS unreleased

Hunger - HS unreleased

Lately - HS unreleased voice note

Part of Me - HS unreleased

California - HS unreleased

Jesus Christ Happy New Year - HS Unreleased

Too much sauce - HS Unreleased

Make my Day - Harry's House unreleased

#Haylor

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lovebirdgames · 11 months

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BCB Character Playlists ~ Tom

For inspiration purposes, I had a playlist of songs for each character that I created way back in...2015...but I kept adding more songs along the way. It really helped me get in the mindset to write. I also loved imagining music videos in my head to most of these.

So I figured some of you would enjoy seeing what I had on my playlists. I didn’t include every single song because some of them I was like “why is this on here?” Maybe you’ll find a new song you like! ...Or maybe not because I guess I mostly listen to pop...

Let’s start with Tom!

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

We Found Love - Rihanna ft. Calvin Harris (Alex Goot Cover)

Animal - Neon Trees (both the original and this minor cover by Chase Holfelder, for when that bad ending gets you)

Sweet Escape - Nightcore

Check Yes Juliet - We The Kings (RUN!!!)

Brand New - Ben Rector

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons

End Game - Taylor Swift

Stitches - Shawn Mendes

New Light - John Mayer

friends don’t look at friends that way - Tate McRae (just look at the above CG heh)

It’ll Be Okay - Shawn Mendes (Stay or Go?)

Say You Won’t Let Go - James Arthur (Did I post the comic of this one on tumblr?)

I Hope You’re Happy - Blue October (pining for you while you play other routes)

Everything Goes On - Porter Robinson (the music video in my head is Magical Musicians AU themed with cross-cutting to the real world bad ending “Wait for Me.” Also if you watch the League of Legends MV know that I would sell my soul for Rakan.)

Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush (there are so many epic covers/remixes too, like this one, and this one. With the ticking clock, I like to imagine Cadence resetting the game after the tragic “Wait for Me” ending, only to get the “Where the Bullet Went” ending.)

Lifetime - Three Days Grace (this song was my addiction at one point, from Tom’s POV, pairs with “Where the Bullet Went” or even “Sorry.” The angst is so yummy.)

Next time is Peter!

#bcb character playlists #bcb tom #bcb spoilers #otome #i guess you guys do spotify playlists but I'm old and cheap so I just use youtube

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runwithwolvcs · 1 year

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Addicted to You

Satellite

Word Count: 3186

Mentions of Smut?

“Great idea, Pup!” Paul shouted as he walked into Sam's cottage after Sulli had stormed out of his house. His phone now shattered along with a broken TV as his emotions had gotten the best of him. He had launched his phone hard enough to have a phone shaped hole it the tv, before he had stormed out himself in search of Brady.

“I gave you an opportunity to fix things with her, if you fucked it up its not my fault!” Brady shouted back. Clearly the boost of confidence Sulli had given him had stuck.

“You could have warned me!” Paul yelled, his anger getting the best of him, “You know what she said, she said that she hates both of us now and that's on you and your stupidity!”

“Wait, what?” Brady asked with wide eyes. Paul sneered at him, before he could grab a hold of the pup, Kim stood between them.

“Paul, leave him alone.” Kim turned to Jared who had sat quietly at the table, watching the scene unfold. “Jared, you can't just let him beat up Brady like this!”

“Go patrol.” Paul shoved Brady towards the door.

“You need to get yourself together, Paul. Her friend warned you and you completely ignored it. Why are you so surprised she's upset?” Kim snapped as she gave Brady a comforting smile as he headed for the door.

“I didn't do anything, this was all the kid!” He exclaimed. Brady had fucked up this time, not him.

Kim scoffed at his response, “No? Did you apologise to her for ruining her friendship? Did you apologise for not sending her anything to let her know you were thinking of her?”

“You know I had no idea where she was,” He said through gritted teeth. Jared and Sam had helped search for her, the three of them had covered almost every inch of Washington to try and catch a scent. But they always came up short.

“Doesn't matter, she's hurt by you.” Kim said as if it was obvious.

Paul narrowed his eyes at his friend's imprint, he knew better than to explode at her, but she was crossing a very thin line of patience he had when it came to his own imprint, “I know she is! I feel it every fucking day!”

“So apologize, explain it to her. Sulli is not eleven anymore. She's a grown woman and you're toying with her life.” Kim said with annoyance. As if it was that easy. The amount of times he had awoken in the middle of the night from the imprint bond, from a physical pain he could never quite explain. Or double over from a sharp stitch in his side, or a lingering feeling of fear that wasn't his own. No matter what he did, or where he went in the state of Washington to look for her, nothing could dull those feelings. It was like that social worker that picked her up dropped her off the face of the earth.

“No--” He started, only to be cut off.

“At the bar, you made Brady cut her off and you watched with a smug little smile on your face. When in reality, you should’ve walked your arrogant butt over to her like you do to every other woman and charmed her yourself. Maybe then she wouldn’t have dragged the next guy she could find to the bathroom. Have you ever thought of that?”

“What are you? The Sulli Whisperer?” Paul quipped, leaning back in his chair with a scowl on his face. He had in fact thought about walking up to her that night to be that new option to quench her need after Brady had cut ties with her. But as soon as Sulli had laid eyes on him, he could feel her anger. He could deal with the fact that she was angry with him, what he couldn’t deal with was the underlying feeling of pain. Paul knew he had caused it and it made him sick to his stomach.

So he watched her talk to some man that looked out of her league before dragging him to the bathroom. He stayed until their escapade was done, listening to every moan and groan until he couldn't take it anymore and decided to wait outside for her. He wasn't leaving that bar until she was on her way home herself. He hoped she would be alone, if she wasn't, he had asked Brady to intervene and make sure she did leave alone. It was a purely selfish move, but he wanted to make sure she was safe and sound wherever home was for her.

Kim acting like he knew what was best for his imprint was sparking a light inside of him that he knew he had to diminish before a fire started in him. He's blown up before on the topic of Sulli, and Sam had warned him. It felt like he was back to square one, a young pup he couldn't control his emotions.

“No, I’m a woman.” Kim said harshly before standing up from the table, “Let's go, Jared. If he wants to self-destruct, that's his issue. I’m tired of hearing about it.”

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“She’s here to take you to a nice foster family.” Sue said gently, as she explained why the mean old social worker who had dropped her off at her aunt's house over a month ago had come back.

Sulli started to hyperventilate at what Sue was telling her and was on the verge of bolting out the backdoor. That was her plan as she tried to wrench herself out of Sue's hug. Despite the fact that her aunt was only trying to comfort her, she only wanted to get away. If they couldn't find her, she didn't have to go.

She noticed Paul as soon as he walked in the door, his eyes frantic until they landed on her. Sulli carefully avoided the social worker's reach, and crawled under the kitchen table to get to him.

“Please, I’ll be good. I don't wanna go!” She cried, holding on to Paul's legs tightly.

“Sulli,” He started, crouching down to her level. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck in a suffocating hug.

“Please, please!” She begged him. She didn't want to leave. She didn't even know where she was going!

Her social worker, Julie, interrupted them, “Time to go to your new family, Sulli.”

“No!” She screamed in fear, gripping Paul's shirt with her tiny fists as the social worker tried to pry her out of Paul's arms. She watched with tears in her eyes as Paul narrowed his and swatted Julie's hands away from Sulli.

“That's not helping,” He said roughly to the annoyed social worker. He wrapped his arm around Sullis waist and picked her up with ease, sitting her on the table. He wiped the tear gently from her cheeks and gave her a soft smile.

“I wanna stay with you.” She begged Paul again, “Please, I don’t want to go.”

“It’s going to be okay, you’re gonna be okay. I’m sure this family will be nice.” He said as he rubbed her back comfortingly. He was so sure and that helped ease her nerves slightly. Though she still didn’t want to go. She was having so much fun with them. Leah had taught her how to jump rope, and Seth taught her about the Quileute histories. Paul even promised to take her to a football game after the few they had watched together. He even taught her how to catch a football.

“But I want to stay with you.” Her lip quivered as tears filled her eyes again. Nothing about this felt right to the eleven year old girl. Sulli still didn't know where her mom was and Sue had even gone to the lengths of getting in touch with her father to see if he knew where she had gone. Now she was being torn away from the only other family she had, and they were just letting it happen.

Paul held her to him, combing his fingers through her hair as he soothed her anxiety, “You just have to go for a little while, then you’ll be back, okay?”

“Can you come too?” She mumbled into his chest.

“I wish I could, Sulli.” He said honestly as he pulled back, placing his hands on her shoulders as he bent to look her directly in the eyes, “I’ll visit, okay?”

“Promise?” She asked warily.

He nodded, and pressed a kiss to her forehead, quietly telling her, “I promise, you don’t need to worry about anything, alright? It’s only for a little while.”

The old memory distracted her as she walked out of the exam room to drop off her clipboard to be logged.It was all that had been on her mind since the day before, seeing that Paul had kept the photo of the two of them had sparked something in her and now, he plagued her mind.

Every single memory hit her like a mack truck, good and bad.

She nearly bumped into someone while looking down at her clipboard, double checking to see if she had missed anything.. She felt their warm hands steady her and her head shot up to see who she had nearly crashed into. Paul, with that stupid smirk on his face, held her steady as she tried not to glare at him.

“Sorry.” She mumbled, side stepping past him to put her clipboard onto the receptionist's desk before turning back to him and mustering her best customer service smile, “Can I help you?

“Relax, I’m just picking something up.” He said with a slight chuckle at her uncomfortableness, “Brady get his car fixed?”

“Dunno.” She shrugged him off, trying not look at him. “I haven't spoken to him.”

“Been busy at the bar?” He asked awkwardly, causing her to look at him with wide eyes.

“Is that your way of calling me a whore?” She asked with a scoff. Her eyes narrowed up at him, the audacity he had to ask her that. As if he didn't just upend her entire life.

“What? No.” He backtracked, a look of regret crossing his face, “Fuck, no. I just--”

“Sulli, Poppys ready for you..” The vet tech let her know before turning to Paul, “Oh, Mr. Lahote, Dr. Gray will be with you in a minute.”

“You’re a doctor?” Paul looked at her with wide eyes. Instantly, she was offended. It was the first time someone had questioned her choice of career, but for some reason, Paul looking at her with a shocked expression hurt.

She only had one more semester of school left before she began her residency, she was quite young compared to her classmates having been able to fast track into vet school and everyone spoke to her as if she were a child. She hated it, considering she wasn’t treated like she was one when she was actually a kid.

“I have to go.” She said with the roll of her eyes and pushing past him into her next room.

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Sulli was glad to not see Paul after dealing with Poppy the pomeranian and quickly made her way to her car. She wanted nothing more than to cuddle with Tommy and watch Love Island with a glass of wine.

The sound of her name quickly interrupted that fantasy as she heard her name being called from behind her. She looked over shoulder and saw the tall, muscular man who had a knack for offending her taking long strides towards her.

She let out an exasperated sigh and opened the back door to her car and threw in her bag and jacket.

“Sullivan!” Paul called after Sulli as he jogged up to her, “That wasn’t what I meant.”

She pursed her lips and turned to look up at him, “That's what it sounded like.”

“I just meant that you seem like you like to have a good time. You know, work hard, play harder.” He explained, though it didn't make her feel any better.

“You sound like a fumbling idiot.” Sulli narrowed her eyes at him, not amused by his choice of words.

“I think that's the nicest thing you’ve said to me.” He told her seriously.

She let out a genuine laugh, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Got you to smile though.” He cheesed.

Butterflies erupted in her belly and just hoped her cheeks didn't betray her by turning bright red. She brushed her hair behind her ear, not knowing what to say next. She had two options, tell him to fuck off and leave her alone or pull him into her car and quell the throbbing between her legs.

The latter would be more satisfying in her opinion. His tight black shirt left little to the imagination of what was underneath, she could practically see his muscles flexing and the hardness of the abs she had seen with her own eyes the day before. She felt like a drooling dog.

His own smile wavers, “I’m sorry I never sent a letter or um, visited you like I promised. Julie wouldn’t tell us where you were.”

“Don’t do this.” She shook her head with a frown. Clearly he was keen on ruining every conversation they had.

“I just need you to know that I tried, okay?” Paul said desperately.

“Okay,” She breathed out, “But it doesn't change anything.”

“I really had no idea what Brady was doing, I still don’t understand what his plan was and I’m sorry, it's complicated.” He explained apologetically. The regret was clear in his eyes for how everything panned out the other day.

“Complicated.” She repeated slowly. Sulli didn't understand why she had been dragged into it.

Paul hesitated in speaking before muttering, “A wolf thing.”

“Right.” She nodded trying not to get annoyed by the vague answer he gave her. She knew the pack's secret was a secret for a reason, adding “Not something I’m entitled to knowing. I get it, just, keep me out of it.”

“It’s not that easy, Sulli, sorry, Sullivan.” He corrected himself “ There's a reason I told you our secret, just like your friend gets to know.”

“Why does she get to know?” She asked, trying to keep an even tone. Kaycee never mentioned why Colin told her, but now Paul was standing her telling her there's a reason for it all.

“Bonfires aren’t just about roasting marshmallows in La Push.” Paul joked.

“Fine, I’ll just ask her myself.” She said with a huff.

“I’ll tell you,” He said quickly as he leaned her arm against her car, “But it isn’t exactly a conversation I’d like to have in a parking lot.”

Sulli watched him curiously, “You tryna kidnap me, Paul?”

“No. I think taming a lion would be easier than getting you into a car.” Paul said with a teasing smile, “Or out of one. Though I don't think you’d fit under a car anymore.”

“First of all, Julie was a bitch.” She pointed out. She was the social worker from hell, putting zero effort into the homes she was placed in and never letting her communicate with her parents. Or at least her father.

“Yeah, I know she was.” He agreed and that sparked a fire in her belly. Paul was agreeing with her yet, he did nothing to stop her being taken away from them. From him.

Sulli crossed her arms as she tried to contain her budding annoyance, “Paul, I’d get into a car with you if it meant I’d finally get some honesty around here.”

“Without fucking an Uber driver?” He asked jokingly, referring to her comment the night she had first spotted him, “I mean, I could always sign up to be one if that would quench your kink.”

“I tend not to have sex with guys who can’t control their jealousy. You were so blinded by it you didn’t even see your shot.” Sulli shrugged.

“At the bar?” He asked with a cocked eyebrow. She wanted to laugh. No, not at the bar. Not even close. All she had felt that night was rage because of Brady and him and stupid smug look on his face. Even when she had fucked that blonde in the bathroom, all she thought about was him.

“At your house.” She said nonchalantly as she opened her car door. If he had grabbed her and kissed her like he had in her reoccurring dream, she wouldn't have stopped him. She would have let him bruise her lips until they were both gasping for breath and clawing each other's clothes off. She would have been putty in the palm of his warm hands.

Paul put his hand on the frame of the door, trapping her between him and the car. Heat continued to pool between her legs, and the feeling only intensified as he huskily said, “Honestly, I thought I was dreaming having you show up on my doorstep. It’ll be different next time.”

She asked confused, “Next time?”

“Yeah, I think that lucky shell is starting to work,” Paul said with a crooked smile. A feeling of realisation hit her hard. Back when she was eleven, Sulli had been shell picking at the beach with Leah, Sue's daughter. The shell she had found at the beach was quirky and unique, she had made up a tale that it was lucky and gave it to him. Prior to her beach visit, Paulhad given her a dream catcher because she was having nightmares and because he wanted her to have good dreams, she wanted him to have something good too. She was surprised he still remembered it.

A gust of wind blew Sullis' hair into her face causing her to giggle as she tried to shake it away from her eyes. Paul didn’t hesitate to gently brush it back behind her ears with both hands. His thumbs grazed her jaw and she let him keep his hands on her face until he reluctantly dropped them. She wanted him to kiss her, that fairytale, only in the movie type of kiss that would have her knees weak.

But he didn’t, which disappointed her more than she wanted it to.

Paul licked his bottom lip before mumbling, “I’ve got to get back to work, but I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

She tilted her head to the side slightly as she looked up at him, “I don’t doubt it.”

Sulli watched him walk away and wanted to follow after him, She scolded herself for even thinking about it. It was obvious he wasn't into her like that after he had dodged a second opportunity to kiss her. If he wanted to, he would have. It was clear that the reason he didn't want Brady around her was more of a power trip than anything else.

Paul looked over his shoulder as he had reached his truck, giving her a small smile. She shook her head as the butterflies returned to her belly, with her own smile gracing her face.

This was not good.

#paul lahote #paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote smut #paul lahote x oc #wolfpack twilight #Twilight wolf pack #twilight fanfiction #twilight wolves

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