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yuhzz · 1 year

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crush - m.mn x fem!reader

summary: something about mina got you trapped in the palm of her hands.

warning: fluff. curse words.

word count: 2.2k words

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you once believed that it was never too late for anything at all. you believed that chances should be taken, and risks should be ignored.

you cared less about your problems and cared more about living your life to the fullest. no one could ever hold you down back then.

you spent countless nights, sleeping with countless people.

you simply did what your heart desired - what it told you to do.

but then, it didn't take long for someone to finally tame you.

myoui mina.

she was someone you met at a random bar somewhere west of the city's heart. when you saw her, she seemed too timid. her eyes were calm, and the way she spoke was poetical. everything about her screamed elegance.

from the way she'd walk, to the way she gulped down her drink - everything.

for the first time ever in your life, your legs trembled as you were approaching a stranger. but...she's not just a stranger to you, isn't she?

your heart hammered against your chest - endlessly screaming that maybe she was the one. maybe.

"h-hi" you stuttered.

she, who was talking with her friends, turned around and gave you a look. mina raised her eyebrows but remained silent.

taking that as your signal, you asked her. "is that seat available?" you pointed over to the one next to her.

she looked at the seat beside her before meeting your eyes once again. "you may take it if you please" she said and averted her attention to her friends once again.

well, that certainly isn't the reaction you were expecting to get.

looks like she'll be a no-go tonight. maybe it's time to find someone else to spend the night with?

you sighed, slightly disappointed. "is there something you'd like to drink, miss?" the bartender turned to you.

you looked at him, "give me your hardest one, please". he nodded at you, went back to his station, and started doing his magic.

as you waited, the latter beside you couldn't help but steal glances. hm, does that mean she's somewhat interested?

"here you go" the bartender gave you the drink. you took it in your hands and stood up before paying him. he mumbled a 'thanks' and served the other customers.

another sigh escaped your lips before joining the group of people on the dance floor. you took a sip of your drink every now and then.

and it didn't take too long for the alcohol to start kicking in. your head started aching, and your legs were wobblier than before. you shook your head in hopes of trying to stay sober for just a bit.

but feeling that it wasn't helping at all, you put down your unfinished drink somewhere and decided to leave the club.

"shit" you mumbled as you walked, your body helplessly swaying side to side.

"have...to...get...home" you stuttered and slapped yourself. you continued to walk until the sudden feeling of uneasiness hit you.

you felt as if...someone was following you.

you continued walking, your pace fastening. "oh, God, not today, please. i still haven't completed my damned thesis" you cursed.

the more you walked, the more you lost control of your body, and slowly, your vision started getting blurry.

feeling your body got heavier, everything went black. your body fell to the floor.

the last thing you heard was a gasp and a soft voice telling you, "wake up!"

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"ugh" you groaned and held your throbbing head. "shit, i overdid drinking again" you grumbled and sat up on the bed.

your eyes scrunched in pain as you struggled to get over your terrible headache.

assuming that you were inside your house, and not someone else's, you stood up from the bed and went to the cabinet you presumed was full of medicines. you opened it (with your eyes still closed) and searched for an aspirin, only to be met with soft, thick, pieces of garment.

"eh?" you mumbled and slowly opened your eyes.

your eyes went wide when you saw countless pairs of... "undergarments??? since when did these get here???" you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion only to realize that the pair of pajamas you were wearing wasn't yours.

"okay, what the fuck?" you cursed and looked around the room.

"okay...where the actual fuck am i now???" you exclaimed. it wasn't really unusual for you to find yourself elsewhere other than inside your room but...you didn't sleep with someone last night, right?

just then, the door creaked open and came in her. your eyes went wide.

"y-you?!" you were shocked.

as long as you recall, she indirectly rejected you last night.

so she wouldn't ever dare to sleep with you, right? right???

"don't worry. we didn't do anything last night. it's just that i happened to walk in the same direction you were walking last night and kinda witnessed you pass out on the street" she giggled when she saw your face.

hearing what had actually occurred, you sighed in relief.

"thank you" you mumbled and gave her a smile.

she smiled back at you and was about to invite you for breakfast when she saw where your hands were.

her face went cold and when you noticed her expression, you trailed her eyes and saw that it was looking at your hands that were holding a pair of bras.

you realized why she was looking like that and immediately dropped the bra.

"holy shi- i am so sorry! it's just- it's- i- i thought that this was my house and all that..." you defended yourself.

she shifted her gaze back to you and chuckled awkwardly.

"a...alright then. b-breakfast's ready, by the way," she said and slowly walked away.

well, that was awkward as heck.

you spent a few seconds inside the room dying in embarrassment.

"oh, just swallow me whole right now" you mumbled and went out.

the headache was still there, but it's more bearable now.

you followed the welcoming smell of porridge and pancake. you eventually found yourself standing in front of the kitchen.

"come, sit" she invited you.

you followed her gesture and sat down on one of the chairs.

she put a bowl of porridge in front of you. "thanks" you said. she sat down in front of you and put down a plate of pancakes.

"porridge for you, pancakes for me," she said and started eating.

however, you found it weird how she seemed too willing to do these things for you.

you, a stranger, a person she barely knows.

"why?" you asked her. she raised an eyebrow and looked at you.

she put down her fork. "what do you mean by 'why'?" she asked you back.

"why...are you being so kind to me? i mean. all the things you're doing right now aren't something someone else would simply do for anyone, let alone a person they don't even know..." you trailed off.

she tilted her head before smiling. "first of all, you looked pitiful laying on the floor last night so i decided to help you".

"well, ouch but thank you"

"and second, i can't just ignore someone pretty, can't i?" she nonchalantly said with a bashful smile before picking up her fork and eating again.

you blushed and looked down at the porridge. unknowingly, a smile appeared in your mouth.

you took the spoon and ate a spoonful of the porridge she cooked.

but as soon as you swallowed the porridge, disgust was all over your face.

"okay, i really appreciate you cooking for me and all but this porridge...was definitely not what i expected it to taste like" you scrunched your nose.

she laughed melodiously.

"don't blame me! i just followed the instructions online!" she defended - still laughing.

"well, the instructions you followed were definitely wrong" you chuckled.

"i knew you'd say that" she giggled and sighed.

"want a pancake instead? i cooked an extra just in case" she offered.

"i'd be more than willing to accept," you said and thanked her.

she nodded and stood up from her chair. whilst she was preparing the pancake, you felt the urge to ask her for her name.

"i hope you don't mind me asking." you started.

she turned around with a plate in her hands.

"hm? sure, please do so, i don't mind at all," she said as she approached you and placed the plate down before going back to the counter to get the pancake.

"what's your name?" you asked the moment she got the pan with the pancake in it.

"i'm mina" she said without a second thought and walked towards you again.

"how about you?" she asked you back and slightly leaned in to place the pancake on your plate.

"i'm y/n" after putting the pancake on top of your plate, she leaned back and made eye contact with you.

"well, nice to meet you y/n-ssi. i hope we get along well" she put the pan down, took your hand in hers, and shook it.

the touch sent electricity down your spine and made your heart jump up and down.

after pulling away from the handshake, she went back to her seat and started eating again.

something inside you felt magnificent.

not only did she seem different the moment you met her last night, she also felt important.

and you really hope that she is.

after breakfast, you told her that you'll be leaving soon since you didn't want to disturb her any further, but she insisted that it was fine and that she actually enjoyed your company.

"no, i really have to go. i still have to do something anyway" you lied.

with a sigh, she said, "alright then,".

a few minutes later, she gave you your clothes back. you changed into them before leaving.

"thank you again, mina-ssi. i owe you one" you beamed and stepped outside the house.

"it was nothing, y/n. see you" she bid goodbye and waited for you to leave.

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"i'm home!" you exclaimed as soon as you stepped inside your house.

"oh! you're back early. usually, you'd be back late after a one-night stand with someone" lisa, your friend and housemate, greeted you.

"it was not a one-night stand actually..." you trailed off with a huge smile.

lisa raised her eyebrows suspiciously.

"eh? what's with that smile of yours???" she asked you, eager to know the meaning behind your unusual smile.

you ignored her question and went straight to your bedroom with her following you close behind.

"yah, don't ignore me!" she complained and shook your shoulders.

with the smile still not leaving your face, you said, "one is nothing without love, lisa. remember that and find yourself someone"

you left her standing in the hallway with a puzzled face before going inside your bedroom.

"God, what the hell was she talking about?" lisa scoffed and shook her head before going back to the living room.

"oh, i just hope that she's fine" she said and continued watching the series she's been watching for 2 days.

you, on the other hand, were restless. you couldn't remove mina from inside your head, and your stomach was feeling like the whole damn zoo just by the thought of her.

you were smiling uncontrollably even when you decided to change into your pjs.

but as you you were removing your clothes one by one, you felt a strange piece of paper from inside one of your pockets.

"huh?" you mumbled and pulled the paper out.

call me 010-xxxx-xxxx ;)

"holy..." you couldn't believe it.

"holy crap" you mumbled.

"call me 010-xxxx-xxxx wink" you read out loud.

"holy shit!!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, startling lisa the moment she heard your scream, making her rush to your room in such haste.

"what happened? where is the kidnapper? i'm gonna beat their shit up!" she threatened.

your wide eyes shifted from the paper to lisa.

"a-ah! no, no. i'm sorry if i startled you. don't worry, no one dared to kidnap me" you shook your hands.

"wha- why'd the hell would you scream that loud, anyway???" she sighed and walked back downstairs.

you smiled apologetically and looked back at the paper.

'what if...i call her now?' you thought and took your phone out of your pocket.

you spent quite a while thinking about it.

'would she mind? she wouldn't, right?'

you sighed and took a deep breath.

you unlocked your phone and typed in her number. you fiddled with your phone for a bit.

but eventually, you decided to press the call button.

your heart started to race again as your phone rang.

about 5 seconds have passed when suddenly, the call came through and the same voice you missed hearing spoke.

"hello?" the latter warily asked.

"a-ah! mina-ssi, this is y/n" you nervously greeted.

"oh! y/n. i thought you wouldn't call me" you smiled widely when you heard what she said.

'so does that mean, she was expecting my call?'

"why wouldn't i?" you set the paper, you were holding, aside and lay down on your bed, feeling as if you two would be talking the rest of the day.

each time she spoke, more and more butterflies flooded your stomach.

looks like someone's developed a crush, yeah?

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firsttimewriter92 · 1 year

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Steven grant being a soft dom? Make it as nsfw as your heart desires 😁

Dear simpforbritgents, THANK YOU for asking for Steven <3 Perfect timing for the Moon Knight anniversary ;) I feel like there is a criminal lack of fanfiction about this lovely man. Writing him dominant was a little difficult at first but I think I did it. I hope you enjoy my smutty little smut smut. It´s purely indulgent because I just LOVE an anxious gentleman. EXPLICIT. Minors, be GONE!! I apologise for any missinformation about their condition/terminology

Summary: Two idiots in love and an alter that´s had enough of the pining

Word count: 4.757

Warnings: comfort/fluff, kissing, making out, teasing, lovemaking, desperate PinV, no protection (Wrap it up, guys!!!), little angsty, immense fluff

“I´m sorry, love. I´m sorry, I know. I´m late.” Rounding the counter of the gift shop hurriedly, Steven was panting. His ink black hair was slightly plastered to his forehead, little droplets of perspiration gathering at his temple. He gave you an apologetic smile as he kicked his bag underneath the counter. You grinned back mischievously at your best friend, leaning your hip sassily against the countertop and crossing your arms. “Did Marc give you a hard time again?” you asked. His slightly bloodshot eyes went round as saucers and he hissed in a panicked voice “Don´t say that out loud,___. Aside from you, nobody knows about this.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “There´s nobody here yet, Steven, calm down.” He gave you a sour look as you giggled. Steven sighed deeply rubbing his dark circled eyes. “I think the muppet went out drinking last night. I feel proper shit.”

Just as he said it an obnoxious sound reached your ears. The insistent clearing of a throat. “Don´t think I didn’t notice you being late again, Stevie.” Steven closed his eyes in defeat and turned to look at the blond. “Mornin´ Donna.” Her beady eyes shot in your direction for a moment, knowing well you wouldn’t take much of her shit. She usually preferred to berate Steven when you weren’t around. You had no problem snapping back at her the moment she overdid it, especially when it came to your best friend. You were quite fond of Steven. Well, that was a gods damn lie. You were head over heels for the anxious, not knowing how good he looks brit. He didn’t need to know that though. It was wishful thinking even though you´d accepted his issues and tried to help him as best you could. Steven had bigger problems than losing his best friend over silly feelings he didn’t return.

When you noticed that something was up with him and he finally confided in you (after massive arguments with Mark as he told you later), he was so scared you´d deem him a freak and leave. He told you about everything. About Marc and what he had been through. About how he, Steven, came to be. He told you about Konshu and Layla and Harrow, about what happened in Egypt. You went almost crazy when one day he´d just vanished without a trace for days. Steven always said he owed you that explanation. Although he didn’t have to deal with Konshu anymore, Marc, he couldn´t and wouldn´t let go. You understood completely. And yet, you still had to meet Marc in person. Sometimes when Steven knew you wouldn’t have time to spend with him, he´d let Marc take over to spend time with his wife. And every time, Steven came back to work either with a hangover or hickeys scattered across his collarbone and scratch marks down his arms. Those marks hurt. You knew it was Marc and damn it, he was a married man but still…Sometimes you just whished you could mark Steven up just as much. Showing his alter that he was yours, although he wasn’t.

Steven was mortified the first time he connected the dots about these marks and swore by the life of Gus, he couldn’t remember anything. That Marc made sure he would never, ever be involved. Not that Marc´s ego would allow it anyway.

“I really don´t give a rat´s behind what you do all night, Stevie, but come in late one more time and ___ will work the desk alone from now on.” Donna´s head nodded in your direction and you fixed her with a stone cold glare. “It´s Steven, Donna. Ste-ven. One would think an oh so educated career women such as yourself would be able to hold onto that tiny bit of information” you seethed. Donna´s neck turned pink as she gave a sarcastic huff and walked away.

Steven turned to you with a proud smile. “I wish I had the comebacks you have” he said with a crooked grin. You gave him a smirk and leaned closer to him, looking into his glittering dark eyes. “I´ll gladly teach you, my young Padawan.” Steven´s smile widened even more. “Now come on. These highly authentic gummy scarabs aren´t going to sell themselves” you sang.

Steven mind was reeling even after you leaned back into your own space and began restocking the shelves of the gift shop. His heart was beating in his throat manically and once again he cursed his hesitation. He had it bad for you ever since he heard you berate Donna for the first time for calling him Stevie. His heart warmed every time he saw you, his pulse picking up every time he heard you quietly humming to yourself. He had to force his eyes away from your figure every time you wore one of those bloody summer dresses.

Seriously, man, he heard Marc sigh in his head. How many times do I have to tell you? When you´re in front, go for it! Pursue her, for crying out loud. It´s kind of getting old that you´re always just beating it to the thought of her. Steven spluttered some excuse and immediately made a beeline to the employee bathroom. Locking the door behind him he stomped over to the mirror and was met with the reflection of a sly grinning Marc. “Will you stop?!” he hissed, cheeks aflame. Marc rolled his eyes. Come on, Steven. It´s getting pathetic. It´s happening almost every night now. Aren´t you tired of that? Wouldn’t you rather have her panting underneath you, hmm? Her shaking thighs around your waist? Her perky- “Stop talking about her like that!” Steven yelled and immediately gave the door a panicked look. Marc´s reflection lifted his palms in apology. All right, you´re right. That was a bit out of line but, Steven…you´re head over heels for this woman. It´s getting painful to look at. Will you please just talk to her? Take her out on a date? Fuck her senseless so we can sleep again?

Steven groaned as image after image invaded his mind, making his palms sweat. He exhaled a long breath. Of course he knew Marc was right. It was getting a little ridiculous. The way he thought about you when he was pleasuring himself? Pure filth! Every night! He shook his head. “I know” he admitted, looking at Marc in the mirror. “I know I need to do something but…Marc…what if she doesn’t feel the same? I can´t…I can´t lose her, Marc. That would quite literally rip me apart.” Marc´s expression changed from sly to understanding. Nodding and rubbing his face he tried to encourage his brother. I´m not the most sensitive guy anymore, that´s way more up your alley. I see the way she looks at you though. I see Layla´s expressions in her eyes sometimes. If that helps. Steven lifted his head, his eyes big and hopeful. I can give you some tips I guess. But then it´s up to you. You´re not me. She´s not into me. Remember that. The moment her tongue is in your mouth, I´m gone, dude.

“I´d say that´s what I´d expect, yea?” Steven said with a small smile. His stomach was twisting with nerves. He needed Marc´s help to get anywhere with you. And although he was terrified to confess, he was sure he´d burst at the seams any day now if he wouldn’t be able to make his feelings known. It caused him physical pain.

Tonight was movie night. Perfect. He would have to do something tonight, lest he spend this night as well with his hand around his cock, imagining your blissed out face as you came violently around him.

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You knocked on Steven´s door like every Friday night and like every Friday night, Steven opened the door with a smile. Something was different though. It looked like he had just jumped out the shower and your eyes went momentarily wide. Your pulse started to race when your gaze drifted from the water droplets running down his neck to his tousled hair and…the sweatpants. The bloody sweatpants. He didn’t seem to notice your ogling when he turned on his heel and said “Come on in, popcorn´s almost ready, love.”

Shaking your head and trying hard not to look at his firm behind you entered what somehow suddenly felt like a lion’s den. Your skin erupted in goosebumps when you took a look around. You always loved his messy apartment. This time though it seemed like he made some kind of effort. His bed clearly visible in the back was made, the dining table void of any books and notes and….was it warmer in here than usual?

You made your way over to his couch and sat down, stiffer than you usually did. When Steven rounded the bookshelf, bowl of popcorn in hand you had to swallow hard. Was it just your imagination or did his hips swing more than usual? Did he always used to wear shirts that fitted? Since when were his arms this bulgy? Letting your eyes wander shamelessly you also noticed something else. Something lower…something in his sweatpants…Holy bloody hell!

Hastily you averted your eyes. The temperature in your body rising steadily and your breath getting shallower, only one more sentence seemed to form in your brain. He´s not wearing underwear, he´s not wearing underwear, he´s not wearing underwear!!!

Steven plopped down next to you, reaching for the remote. He sat up slightly when he did, set down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and as he sat back down it wasn’t your imagination playing tricks on you. He was much closer now. So close you could feel his scorching heat burn into your thigh, arm and shoulder. What the hell was going on? It´s not like you didn’t enjoy it. On the contrary. Your head was reeling, body pulsing. Slowly you sank deeper into the cushions of his couch, leaning towards him even more.

While the movie was playing, the sensations his closeness invoked were rising and rising. His scent invaded your every breath. Firewood, cotton and something close to caramel. The pressure you felt right between your legs almost became impossible to ignore. With a little groan you tried to rub your legs together as discreetly as you could but….“You alright, love?”

“Huh?” your head whipped towards Steven who was already staring at you. Not looking, staring. His eyes were intense but soft. Unblinking his dark irises were fixed on yours, his nose almost touching yours while your panting breath escaped your lips. “Are you hot?” he whispered. Your eyebrows shot up your forehead. “W-What?” you croaked dryly. “Is it too hot for you in here, darlin´?” His voice was smooth as butter. Quiet and silken. You almost went cross eyed as you tried not to look at his full lips. “A little…maybe” you breathed. Stevens mouth quirked upwards into a grin you hadn’t seen before. A small thought made its way into your foggy brain like a small flickering light. “Let me get you something to cool down then, yea?” As he said it, he leaned in just a tiny bit more, lightly and carefully bumping the tip of his nose with yours.

You kissed breathing goodbye.

The moment he stood up and passed right in front of you, his round cheeks right in front of your face, you knew…you knew he heard how you almost choked on your own saliva. Suddenly that flickering light in your head turned into a lit match.

“Marc!” you said a little too loudly and clambered from the couch. Steven, or Marc, froze into place by the fridge. You walked over to him slowly on shaky legs. You observed how his strong shoulders tensed and his hands clenched and unclenched. “Are you?...Marc?” you asked carefully, standing only 6 feet behind him now. He let out a sigh and let his head hang as he sheepishly turned around. No Marc. This was definitely your Steven. His ears and cheeks were tinted flaming pink when he looked at you with slightly hooded eyes.

“Afraid it´s just me, love” he said, disappointment lacing his baritone voice. Immediately your body reacted to his tone with a sinking feeling in your stomach. “Just….you? Steven, what…?” you took a step towards him. He lifted his hands and ruffled his own still damp hair and groaned. After taking another big, big breath he turned to you fully and looked you square in the eyes. Something aching visible on his beautiful face.

“I´m sorry,___. I asked Marc to help me with this but I think we both went a little overboard. What was I thinking? I´m not bloody smooth. I´m awkward and I babble when I´m nervous which is all the time when I´m around you. It´s a good nervous. Such a good nervous but did I have the bloody balls to do something about it? No. I needed help from my alter that actually gets laid. He told me! He told me `Steven, don´t forget, she´s into you, not me. Don’t try to be me`. And that´s exactly what I did! I´m such a muppet. You´re the only person I ever wanted to impress or cared about what they thought of me. You´re wonderful, you´re strong, you´re beautiful, you´re…you´re…” by the end of his sentence he was breathless. Still staring at you, gauging for your reaction, his eyes looked at you with worry, fear and hope. It was a look that would forever be imprinted into your brain. Especially when you knew immediately that you wanted to take him out of his misery. You smiled at him as warmly as you could and closed more distance.

“Steven, you wonderful man” you said fondly. His eyes blitzed at the compliment. “How could you think that I would want anyone that is not you?” Slowly you raised your hands and encased his face, his eyes wide. His hands twitched when they lifted to your waist. “And just so you know, you are smooth. Very much so, darling. Got me all flustered” you grinned. His shy laugh made your heart sing. Stevens hand slowly moved up and down your sides before he gently pulled you closer until your chests were touching. “You mean that?” he asked, a little uncertainty still lingering in his voice. “Uhum” you nodded your head softly, tilting it a little to brush your nose with his. He took a shaking breath before his grin let his teeth show. “___” he rumbled your name softly. It caused a shiver to run down your spine in the most delicious way. “Can I?”

Softly nodding you closed your eyes contently, his breath fanning your face and your heart going ballistic. The way he pressed his lips to yours was not hesitant or shy. It was a determined encasing of your lower lip. Soft and insistent. A bolt of lightning shot through your body and as he moved one hand to the back of your head opening his mouth to you, a long happy groan escaped you. It was magical the way his lips moved over yours. A hunger you weren’t used to rose in your belly so the moment he introduced his hot tongue into the kiss your arms wound themselves around his neck, pulling him down to you. A surprised breath escaped him but he didn’t stop. His arm wound around the small of your back, lifting you momentarily.

His tongue gliding over yours made your head foggy yet again. “Steven” you mumbled against his mouth. “Steven…more.” He groaned long and deep. “My pleasure, love” he said happily. You yelped when he scooted down and quite literally threw you over his shoulder, walking briskly over to his bed. Giggling like a maniac he threw you onto the mattress and quickly made his way above you. Swallowing hard you looked at his smiling face. His eyes even darker now, his lips kiss swollen and shining. His elbows held him up while you slowly opened your legs to make room for his narrow hips. Snuggling closer he started pecking your face and neck lightly and lovingly. “Sweet, sweet girl. Been dreaming of this so much. You´re so soft, my love. So warm.” His mumbled praises went right to your nether regions and you could feel your panties dampen. His weight between your legs was comforting and arousing at the same time. Your hands glided over his shoulders and down his chest as he started suckling your neck. “Steven….Steven, please” you said with a whine and arched your back into him.

“Please what, love? Come on, birdie. Use your words.” His confidence sparked something in you. “Please. I want you, Steven. Want to feel you.” He chuckled and grazed his teeth against your jaw, making you shiver and grab onto the hem of his shirt, tugging. It came off in a second, carelessly thrown over his shoulder. Forget damp panties, they were proper drenched now by the sight of his toned chest and shoulders. “Fuck” you huffed and let your hands wander. His fiery gaze raked over your heaving chest. “Your turn, birdie.” Nodding quickly he helped you get rid of your shirt and bra. Once your breasts were freed he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. His tongue poked out to wet his lips. “Heavens, please. Please let me put my mouth on you” he panted. You only had time to nod once before he surged down and carefully and languidly sucked one nipple into his mouth.

Again you felt a bolt surge down your body and a long moan escaped your lips. Your hips lifted towards him and now you could clearly feel his arousal pressing insistently against your pussy. “Shit” he rasped against your chest, switching to the other nipple. His hand splayed out over the small of your back and quite literally yanked you upwards while grinding against you. A long, ragged groan mixed with your own high pitched sigh created a melody only you and him were able to compose.

Sweat started to coat your body as he was still grinding, suckling and grabbing every slither of naked skin he could find. All your thoughts were occupied by him. The sweet scent of arousal, sweat and him invaded your nose and brain unlike anything you´d ever experienced. “You´re a dream come true” Steve panted, lifting his head and looking at you like you were everything he´d ever wanted. A feeling of overwhelming fondness and attraction tightened your chest and very specific words formed on your tongue. Too occupied with the sensation of his hard cock rubbing just right against the already wet patch on your pants, the words just spilled. “Fuck, Steven. Feels so good, don’t stop, please. I love you.”

His mouth stopped abusing your nipple. Within a second his eyes were trained on yours. Blown wide open he stared at you. “Say it again” he said lowly. “Say it again, please.” You could hear the pleading in his voice. Swallowing hard, your hands moved to the back of his neck and played with his luscious curls. “I love you” you whispered.

Like a dam breaking you saw his eyes water slightly, an incredulous breath bubbling up from his chest. In a second he was on you. Kissing you like a man starved, moving his hips more insistently against you. You threw your head back before you could think too much about the fact that he hadn´t said it back yet. “Darling,” he panted. “Little bird, you have no idea how much I…How often I dreamt of those words. Please let me have you, please, please.” You were sure you were going cross eyed at this point. With a rushing in your ears you clung to him. “Want you in me. Steven, please. Now. Want you so much.”

The last bit of his restraint snapped and with a feral growl he basically clawed the rest of your clothes off of you. Completely bare to him you reached out and pushed down his sweatpants. Quickly he wriggled out of them, kind of awkwardly but none of you could mind it that much.

“You sure?” he grunted while grabbing his cock an tugging on it. “Steven, I swear to everything that is holy, if you don’t fill me up right this second I´m going to lose my mind!” He grinned and grabbed your thighs in a vice like grip, yanking you towards him. “C´ mere then, little bird” he said.

Not waiting for any preparation, just pure lust and desperation to feel each other fuelling you, he grabbed the backsides of your thighs and pushed them back and further apart. Situating himself between them he took his dick into his hand and guided it to your entrance. “Little bird” he breathed raggedly when he pushed himself into you.

“Gods, Steven” you choked out as he bottomed out. Clawing at his back squirming you needed a minute to adjust. He stilled and screwed his eyes shut in concentration. “Don’t move, my love” he pressed out. “Don’t move. I´m goin´ to cum, fuck.” You tried to stay as still as you could but the sensation of his pulsing dick inside of you made it a herculean task. Little desperate whimpers left your mouth as you stared up at his face. His eyebrows were still pinched, his jaw set. When he opened his eyes again they immediately locked on yours. Your hands made their way onto his back, splaying out and clearly feeling the goosebumps there. A shudder ran down his curved spine as he leaned over you more, never breaking eye contact.

“I love you, too” he whispered, stroking your cheek. “I love you so damn much, my bird.” The breath you didn’t notice you were holding escaped your lungs in a rush. As you pulled him down to you yet again his weight settled perfectly on top of you. Steven kissed you while he started moving his hips again and a sensation unlike anything you´d ever felt rocked your body up into his.

“Steven” you mumbled, pressing his face closer to your collarbone. Chuckling lightly he hummed to let you know he was listening. “What-What are you doing to me? You feel so fucking good. Oh, oh fuck.” You could feel how your comments affected him and his determination to make you feel as good as possible. He whines low in his throat, licking one broad stripe up your neck to the underside of your ear. His hot breath fanning the shell of your hear he panted. “I almost came just by entering your beautiful, wet pussy. You´re perfect for me. Just for me. Mine.” His last word was punctuated with a sharp thrust into your hips making you yelp and claw at his back.

“Fuck! Do that again. Steven, move. Please.” He didn’t hesitate and started moving quicker on top of you, holding you in his arms. Burying his face into your neck, moaning, he grinded his pelvis against you in a way that definitely made you cross eyed this time. Your mouth was wide open, your head thrown back and one hand fisted in the soft sheets below you.

“Y-Yours” you managed to croak out as another high pitched moan escaped you. His dick reaching a spot inside you that made your vision blurry from tears. “Mine” Steven panted above you. When your vision zeroed in on his face again he looked magnificent. Sweat was beading on his forehead, his eyes were as black as his hair that lay tousled against his head. His eyes bore an intensity that made your stomach clench and the low simmer of your orgasm erupted into a boiling inevitability.

“You´re mine,___” he said as he looked into your hooded eyes. He lifted a hand and placed it on your jaw, lightly grabbing your chin and tilting your face up to his even more. “Say it” he said with another pressure filled grind of his hips. “Say you´re mine and I´ll let you cum.”

“I´m yours, Steven. Always have been. Fuck, I don’t want anybody else. Please, baby, please, I wanna cum.” The tears that fell down the sides of your face were captured by his lips. “Okey, baby” he said with a sly smile and went up on his hands, positioning himself for the last stretch. “Hold on to me, birdy.” Your arms went around his neck without thinking what he might have warned you about.

You found out the next second.

Steven wasn´t the biggest you´ve ever had but by far the one who knew best how to use the movement of his hips. He didn´t push in what didn’t need to be pushed and didn’t bruise the underside of your thighs. He moved his lower body into you in naturally flowing motions that made your brain stop sending important messages to your body like breathing. As his hips picked up speed and his groans above you became more voluminous you again felt your orgasm approaching further.

“___, fuck. Hmmm, fuck, little one. That´s it. Can feel you´re close. Come on, sweetheart. ´M right behind you. Let me have it, give it to me!”

“Steven, oh gods…I´m so close. Please. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!” Almost each of your words was spiralled higher by his hips, his hot dick and his grabbing hands on your ribs and shoulder. You felt your whole body clench. Your knees pulled up and back further to make his dick slip in further with each stroke, your arms around his wide shoulders pressing him further into you.

“That´s it! That´s it!” he groaned and started quite literally fucking you into the mattress. Only a few moments later your hazy brain registered how your mouth opened and a short, delicious scream came from your throat. Your body seized all movement before you began shaking. The pleasure that surged through your veins shot into every corner of your body. From your toes to your scalp your skin was buzzing and burning. “Steven” you whined and grabbed his hair. “St-Steve-hnnn, oh my gods. Fuck, yes. Yes, don’t stop! I´m cumming, I´m cumming, Steven. Fuck. Shit….Arrrhhgg!”

“Fuuuuuuck, little bird, you´re so gorgeous. Come on, baby, just a little more for me. Ughhn, that´s right. Clench around me again. Goin´ to fill you up so good. Leave your marks on me” Steven was almost babbling as helplessly as you as he gave you these demands. Through the sheen of red and golden flecks dancing over your blurred vision you turned your head and as you lover was desperately rutting into you, you bit his neck right underneath his ear.

Stevens hand shot out to hold onto the bookshelf behind his bed as a masterfully sinful moan passed his lips and his orgasm took him. “Yes! Yes! Yes, baby, so good. So damn good. Fuckin´ ell, ahh!”

A few more rolls of his hips until his ragged breath calmed a little. With one last whiny groan he collapsed onto you.

After several minutes of heavy breathing, little kisses, nips and licks to necks and faces, the both of you lay in each other´s arms, facing each other. Steven had gotten up for only a minute to get a wet cloth from the bathroom to clean you up and after, pulled a sheet over your still slightly shivering bodies. “We sweat a little. Don’t want you to catch a cold just laying here.”

Your hand moved over his back slowly as your eyes grew heavier and heavier. You heard Steven chuckling lovingly, gracing your forehead with several little pecks before whispering. “Sleep, lovie. I´ll be right here when you wake up. Relax, I´ve got you. I love you.”

You couldn’t help the content sigh that left you before you mumbled “I love you too”. He guided your head into the crook of his neck, snuggling you as close as he could. Did you sweat? Yes. Did your bodies still carry the scent of your lovemaking? Yes. Did either of you care? No.

Would you look at that, Steven! You did it. Atta boy.

Steven rolled his eyes when he heard Marc´s voice but couldn’t contain the happy, dorky grin that split his lips as he cuddled your evenly breathing body.

“Shut up, Marc” he whispered as quietly as he could.

Apparently not quiet enough. He could feel your lips move against his throat when you mumbled the words that made him giggle with happiness and pride.

“Yeah, shut up, Marc.”

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Thank you very much for reading. I hope you enjoyed ;) I´d be very happy if you left a comment, like or reblog this fic. I´m still trying to get my foot in the door when it comes to fanfiction writing.

Have a wonderful day, everyone <3

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cicimunson · 2 years

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Ruin Me Part 3

Series Summary: Eddie is obsessed with you, but tries to hide it because he knows you’re a virgin and he doesn’t want to corrupt you or risk your friendship.

Chapter Summary: Eddie teaches you about edging. Wayne finds out about yours and Eddie's "involvement" and he's not pleased.

Warnings: Edging, crying, fingering, reader makes her lip bleed, little bit of angst maybe?

Word Count: Close to 2k

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"Eddie, please, Eddie…please!"

He chuckles. "Not yet, my sweet girl. Be patient."

"I can't!" You sob, gripping his wrist. "Please!"

Eddie grins down at you, pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy.

"You're doing so well, angel, doing so good for me." He encourages, his lips trailing over your neck.

You cry out and clench his shirt in your fists, drumming your heels against the bed.

"I'm begging…"

He's been torturing you for almost an hour now, fingering you until you were right on the edge of orgasm, then withdrawing his hand as soon as you would clench around him and lift your hips.

You were a sweaty, whimpering mess beneath his touch. You've gotten close to cumming six times now, and each time he denied you. Your whole body ached and your frustration had turned to tears at this point.

You sob and Eddie kisses your tears away, holding you close as he continues fucking you with his fingers, his thumb rubbing your clit.

"Please." You whisper again. "I can't take it anymore."

"You can, angel. You've done so good so far. Such a good girl. My good girl."

You whine but nod weakly so he knows to continue. You want to please Eddie so badly, want to make him happy. You'd do anything for him.

Your body tightens up once more and you cry out, your pussy clamping down on his fingers. He withdraws them again and you grit your teeth in frustration, biting your bottom lip so hard you taste blood.

"You're so beautiful like this. Your body is so-" He stops when he sees your face. "Sweetheart, what did you do? You're bleeding."

You whimper. Eddie goes into the bathroom and comes back with a wet washcloth, dabbing at your bloodied lip. You wince and he shushes you soothingly.

"I'm sorry angel, I didn't mean to push you so far. I overdid it."

You want to reassure him that you're fine, that you hurt yourself on accident, but you're so damn tired. You can barely hold your eyes open. You let out a low groan and tug on his shirt.

"What is it, baby? What do you need?" He gathers you in his arms and rocks you slowly. "Poor angel, she's spent."

You snuggle into him and fall asleep instantly.

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It's morning when you wake up. Eddie is still holding you against his chest, snoring softly. You stretch and wince, your body protesting your movements. You're sore and achy all over, especially between your legs.

Eddie stirs and kisses the top of your head, squeezing you tightly. "Good morning, angel."

You look up at him. He's smiling softly, but you can see the worry in his eyes. Worse, you can see the guilt.

"Are you alright sweet girl?" He asks, tracing your jawline with his finger. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you. I should have known it was too much. Forgive me." He touches your bottom lip and frowns.

You shake your head. "It wasn't your fault. I bit my lip on accident. I wasn't thinking."

"I'm responsible for you when you're in that headspace. I should have kept a closer eye on you. This is what I was worried about. My desire for you overwhelms my ability to think clearly. I knew I was pushing you too far, but hearing you cry out for me, seeing your tears, it was bliss. I didn't want to stop."

"You would have stopped if I'd asked you to, I know you would have."

He shakes his head. "I don't. And that's what frightens me. I lose myself with you. "

"You have to stop doing this. Every time we're…intimate, you feel guilty after. You beat yourself up when there's no reason for it. I don't know how many times I have to say it. I want this. I want you."

"I know you do, angel. And I want you, too. So badly." He presses a kiss to your forehead. "You're my glory, and my damnation."

"Hopefully there's a lot more glory before the damning." You quip dryly and Eddie laughs, his chest rumbling against yours.

"How are you feeling, sweet girl? Are you sore?"

You nod. "My whole body aches, but in a good way, if that makes sense."

"Where do you ache the most?"

You blush.

Eddie smiles knowingly. "Why don't I run you a hot bath? It'll help ease your soreness."

"I know another way you can ease it off." You tug him close and kiss him.

Eddie pulls you underneath him, slipping his hand between your legs. "Are you sure, angel?"

"I'm sure. I need it. Need you."

Eddie's fingers find your clit and make slow circles, pressing down gently. "How's that, sweet girl?"

"So good." You gasp, rolling your hips.

"And this?" He slides a finger inside you, curling it slightly.

Your breath catches in your throat.

"I can't hear you, baby." He coaxes, lips fastening to the side of your neck.

You moan, arching off the bed.

"Answer me." He demands, nipping your skin, issuing a clear warning. "I won't ask again." He sinks another finger inside you.

"Yes, yes, it feels so good!" You cry out.

"That's my good girl." He praises. "Let me hear you."

"Eddie. Eddie. Eddie." You repeat over and over like a mantra. Like a prayer.

Your body tightens up and it's both pleasure and pain. Everything inside you is begging for release.

"Look at me." Eddie demands, gripping your chin with his free hand. "I wanna see your face when you cum."

You force your eyes open.

"There's my pretty girl." He smiles adoringly. "Oh, she's so damn pretty, falling apart on my fingers."

His praises send you spiraling over the edge. Your eyes roll back in your head as your body releases, pleasure slamming into you like a tidal wave. It keeps coming as Eddie works his fingers faster, groaning his approval as you fall apart for him.

Your ears are ringing. You hear someone yelling and you realize it's you, you're crying out so loudly your throat is hoarse.

"Oh sweet girl, you look so beautiful like this. Look at you, so fucking perfect. My angel. Tell me, did you touch heaven just now?"

You blink back tears. Your whole body is pulsating, trembling as you come down from your high.

Eddie removes his fingers gently, bringing them up to his mouth. He sucks on them and lets out a low moan. "Baby, the way you taste. It's so good it's fucking sinful."

You giggle and he grins, dipping his head to kiss you. You kiss him back, twisting his curls around your fingers.

"Was it everything you thought it would be?" He asks, pressing his forehead to yours.

"More. It was more."

"I'm glad, angel. Do you want to rest? I can run you a bath. Or we could eat."

"A bath would be amazing. Muscles I didn't even know I had are aching."

He gives you a quick kiss before standing up. "A bath it is then."

You hear him puttering around the bathroom, starting the water, lighting scented candles. He comes back and practically scoops you off the bed, helping you down the hall and into the tub.

You moan as you sink into the hot water.

"Oh, this feels so good. Do you wanna get in?"

"I won't be able to keep my hands off you if I do. Just relax, I'll shower later."

You close your eyes and sink further into the water. "I could fall asleep right here."

"I'd prefer you didn't drown, sweet girl."

"So sleepy." You tease.

"Stay awake. I'll go make us coffee." He kisses the top of your head and leaves the room.

You breathe in the steam from the hot water, your body completely sated and relaxed.

After twenty minutes or so, you start to wonder what's keeping Eddie. You climb out of the tub and wrap yourself in a towel, padding down the hallway and into the kitchen.

"Eds?"

He's standing with his back to you. He turns and you see his uncle sitting at the table. Wayne frowns when he sees you.

Eddie steps in front of you, blocking you from Wayne's view. "My room, now."

You quickly scamper down the hall.

You start to shut the door when you hear Wayne scolding him.

"Eddie, the preacher's daughter? What the hell are you thinking, son?"

"It's complicated."

"I'll say! Do you know what will happen if people find out you're messing with that girl? The congregation will run you out of town faster than you can ask for forgiveness!"

"I've got it handled."

"Somehow, I doubt that. You've lost your mind, boy. You're not thinking straight."

Eddie sighs. "I know. I can't think straight when it comes to her."

"Do you love her?"

You hold your breath.

"I don't know. I just know I can't stop seeing her. I need her."

"You need her?"

You shut the door then, not wanting to hear anymore. You get dressed and sit on the end of the bed, waiting for Eddie.

He comes in a few minutes later, looking stressed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know your uncle had come home."

"He got off work early. It's okay."

"He doesn't like me."

"What? He adores you. Everyone does. It's you being here with me that he doesn't like. He knows I'm not a good influence on you."

"Not this conversation again, Eddie, come on."

He kneels in front of you and takes your hands in his. "Doesn't matter. I'm too far gone now to end this."

Your heart flutters. "What does that mean?"

"It means I'm yours. If this is gonna end, it'll have to be you that does it."

"I can't. I don’t want to."

He looks up at you and smiles. "I was hoping you would say that."

"If you're mine Eddie, then I'm yours."

He kisses your fingertips. "My angel."

You pull him up for a kiss. Eddie wraps his arms around you, tugging you flush against him.

You melt into him, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He breaks the kiss after a few minutes. "Come on, sweet girl. Let me make you breakfast."

You follow him into the kitchen, sitting at the table. Wayne had disappeared, no doubt making himself scarce since you were there. Eddie haphazardly attempts to scramble some eggs, making you giggle as he sloshes them out of the pan.

"Hey, I never said it would be a good breakfast." He slides the eggs on a plate and hands it to you.

You take a bite and wince when you taste shell. Eddie is looking at you hopefully, so you choke them down and force a smile.

"Yummy."

He slathers his with ketchup and woofs them down.

"What time do you have to be home?" He asks between bites.

You glance at the clock on the wall. "I have choir practice in half an hour."

"Do you want me to drive you?"

You shake your head. "Nancy is going to pick me up, my dad thinks I stayed with her last night."

As if on cue, there's a honk from outside. Eddie dumps your plates in the sink and walks you to the front door.

"Call me later?" He asks, cupping your cheeks between his hands.

"I will."

He kisses you softly. "Until then, angel."

"Until then."

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bellysoupset · 16 days

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For the mini-fic, could I ask for tight loud belly gurgles with sick Jon and Leo? (If Luke and Bell were there too would be super fun, but whatever works for the scenario, I love me some sick Jon).✨️💙 @writing-whump

Making the most out of my little weekend at the cabin scenery!

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"C'mere," Leo chuckled, grabbing the back of Jonah's sweater and tugging on it with all his force, causing the other man to let out an strangled, offended noise as he fell down on the big cushion Leo was sitting on as well.

They were all outside the cabin, sitting around the fire pit. It was a chilly night, after a full Saturday of activities and Leo was more than a little tipsy, happily pressing his lips to Jon's cheek when the other man let out a scoff and grumbled about him stretching his sweater.

"So you're going to specialize in entertainment?" Luke asked, eyebrows raised and Leo was reminded he was actually holding a conversation to begin with.

"Not entertainment," Leo yawned, downing the rest of the wine in his mug — yes, mug, much to Jonah's horror —, "intellectual property law. Everything surrounding things people have created and must be protected-"

"That's really cool," Vince praised, looking genuinely impressed, "so authors and stuff?"

"As well as brands, artists..." Leo shrugged, then let out a surprised chuckle when he felt Jonah all but collapse against his side, completely giving up on the conversation.

He looked away from their friends — Bella was sprawled on the grass, only her head resting on Luke's lap. Leo was pretty sure Wendy had fallen asleep against Vince's bicep, the poor girl was worn after having just recovered from strep and driving 4 hours on top of a hospital shift — to Jon.

Jonah looked almost as tired as Wendy, but unlike her slack, peaceful face, Jon had pained lines around his mouth.

"You alright?" Leo whispered, trailing a hand up his boyfriend's back and frowning, tuning out the others.

Jonah started to nod, but then he shook his head, sitting up straight, "I'm going to bed," he announced.

"Already?" Bella pouted, wide awake, "it's only 9, old man."

"I overdid on the wine, I'm sleepy," Jonah cleared up, then waved Leo off when he went to stand up as well, "no, stay, I'm just gonna sleep it off-" he yawned again and then walked back inside.

Leo sighed, not happy to be dismissed, but also not wanting to go in just yet either. It was a really nice night, just chilly enough for the bonfire and so there were no mosquitos, with the stars dotting the sky.

They talked for another hour or so, Leo sliding down the daybed cushion until he was practically fully lying down, talking about work — Luke was particularly interested —, about Bella's new RPG campaign-

"I really cannot wrap my head around you playing table top RPG. Like those kids from Stranger Things?" Leo frowned.

"I'm not a loser boy and it's not the 80s, so no," Bella scoffed, "I'll have you know I'm a super hot barbarian."

"Of course you are," Vince teased her lightly, "I need you to help me run a campaign with my thirteen year olds."

"Are you on some contest for coolest teacher?" Bella poked fun at him, "damn, buy the kids ice cream while you're at that-"

Leo laughed at them, turning his head towards the large cabin up the hill and frowning as he realized the room he guessed was his and Jon's still had the lights on.

"Y'all, I think I'm going inside," Leo decided and heard a chorus of Goodnight Leo as he walked away.

True to what he expected, Jonah was still awake. The lights were on and he was lying on top of the blankets, in his pajamas, an arm thrown over his face in order to block the light out.

"Sleepy, uh?" Leo asked, stumbling inside and grabbing on the doorway to steady himself. He hadn't felt just how sloshed he was while sitting down, but standing it was painfully obvious.

"I am sleepy," Jonah groaned, "but my stomach won't let me sleep."

"Aww angel, what's wrong with your tummy?" Leo cooed, closing the door and crawling on the bed, immediately grabbing the silk shirt of Jon's pjs and pushing it up to his chin.

Drunk, he didn't bother biting down a dreamy sigh at Jon's exposed midriff. Despite Leo's teasing about him abandoning gym, that wasn't exactly true. He no longer exercised every day like Leo still did and he no longer weight lifted, but he did still go in once a week, for the aerobics. On top of that, Jon had joined Bell's boxing class.

His stomach, that once had a hard six pack that was akin to Leo's, now was soft, a little squishy, and tonight it was bloated and round.

"What are yoOU DOING?!" Jonah squealed, as Leo didn't think twice before leaning in as if to kiss his belly, but instead opted for biting it, "Leo!"

"Your tummy is cute," he smiled, pressing a kiss to where he had just bit and slumping across the bed, half his body resting on Jonah's thighs and trapping him in place, "you're cute."

"You're drunk," Jonah groaned, blowing out a little queasy burp, "and it's not cute, I feel really gross."

Leo trailed his fingers up the middle of his boyfriend's belly, as if they were walking. Even bloated by the wine and soft by the lack of exercise, there was still a concave line there, marking the quadrants of his abs.

Once he almost reached Jonah's chest, Leo opened his hand flat against the other man's skin, rubbing a soft circle there, "help- Oh ow," the blonde raised his eyebrows when his touch caused a gurgle to ripple through Jon's tummy, emitting a whine.

Jon brought a fist to his mouth and burped into it, making a face at the taste, "ew."

"Let me know if I'm making it worse," Leo mumbled, looking away from his face and focusing his whole attention on his boyfriend's belly. He continued the gentle, strong circular rubs on his upper stomach, until the gurgles died down and then moved his hands down, searching for another tight spot. As soon as he touched Jon's belly button, the other man darted a hand up and cupped his mouth, letting out a wet, sickly belch.

His tummy gurgled and whined, vibrating under Leo's touch, "sounds so upset..." Leo whispered, mesmerized, then digging his thumb on Jon's side and rubbing little circles from the side towards the navel.

"Gentle, you're gonna make me puke," Jon groaned, as his belly whined again, "Leo..."

"Sorry, sorry," Leo eased up the pressure, before slightly lowered on the bed and planting an elbow on the mattress, supporting his head with his free hand. He leaned in and kissed Jon's softer under tummy, right where his pajama' pants met it. This close he could feel and hear the constant gurgling and whining coming from the sickly organ, "you poor thing-"

"Yeah, you sound very sorry about it," Jonah scoffed, but didn't push him back, "you don't think it's disgusting?"

"Your tummy?" Leo blinked owlishly at him, bewildered, "no?!"

"But it's making all sorts of gross noises..." Jonah's cheeks turned dark with a blush and Leo let out a scoff, moving again and then resting his cheek against the other man's belly, now hearing very clearly every upset gurgle.

"I think it's super cute," he clarified, "hell, I never think any part of you is gross, Jon."

"Aren't you a romantic," Jonah scoffed, but even without looking up Leo could hear the relief in his voice. He reached in without thinking, starting to pet Leo's hair, not telling him to move, "the pressure is helping, don't move."

"Okay," Leo whispered, closing his eyes and allowing the little symphony of gurgles to lull him to sleep.

#mywriting #sickfic #queasy #upset stomach #upset tummy #intox #jonah banks #i am living on 2 hrs of sleep so this is probably riddled with typos #if you see one no you didnt (i'll fix it later)

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blueysobssesions · 1 year

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Nice hot outfit!

(RE6 LEON IN NOIR SUIT MADE ME BARK)

"Oh.my.god-" It was like seeing the hottest angel you've every seen that you can't take your eyes off of him. "Like it?" He asked looking down at you ... No reply from you ... He laughed, "did I ... Overdid it?" He reached his collar and slightly tugging it to see what will your reaction will be. You knew what he was doing 'I swear to god Kennedy' he can clearly see you being hot and bothered about it which made him quite happy! "I-i uhm... Goddamnit!" You turned your face to avoid him seeing you being a mess just because of that suit.

"Not even a compliment? Damn" you still ignored him, you felt his fingers touch you chin and slowly turned you head to face him again. "O-okay fine, you look... Nice in that outfit!" Goshhh, you wished you can just say the word hot or sexy! He chuckled at your compliment "Why thank you, with that here's your prize~" He made a quick peck on your lips and pulled away. He then heard you whine

"Want more? You need to be good at something than complimenting"

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #re6 leon #re6 #re6 fanfic

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Y8 Ismelda & Merula Redesign Concepts

Masterlist | Ismelda Redesign | Y8 Penny | Y8 Skye | Y8 Andre

Alright everyone! Here are my concepts for Ismelda and Merula because I don't like how JC designed their post Hogwarts look. Well, Merula was alright her hair was just awful. I originally was just gonna do a touch up for her hair but I went all the way and gave her a new outfit too 🙃

Ismelda's redesign pretty much follows what I had planned for her role in my version of Hogwarts Mystery. Her design also stays close to how I made her redesigns for her Hogwarts look.

Okay now Merula! Girl what did they do to your hair?!

Again, wasn’t planning on making her design but I looked back on the datamines and first thought “i see merula still doesn’t know what a comb is” then I thought “what the absolute hell is that color choice?”

This could have clearly worked out if they didn’t make her hair so damn shiny! So for my redesign, above you can see that I made her hair a little longer. Specifically the locks at the front and towards the back it’s more layered and wild. I fixed that ugly dead starfish of hers as well and made it appear more as highlights. And I got rid of the bright yellow because it does not match with that dark shade of brown.

I kind of overdid it with Ismelda, but hey she looks good. I mentioned in one of the datamine posts that I feel like Ismelda would be good working at a tattoo parlor so her design has quite a few tattoos and piercings. In my revamp for her, Ismelda eventually gave up on trying to be like her sister and started exploring her own style. And Ismelda would totally fit for this aesthetic!

Now for the outfits!

Honestly Ismelda's design was so boring, I’m sorry I know some like simplicity but I don’t. She could use some color AND leather would have looked good on her (c" ತ,_ತ) so would chains and a choker. And I was right. And Merula, again, wasn’t planning on giving her a redesign. But once I started on her hair, I thought of a new outfit too! Not a heavy redesign but an altering of her canon design.

#ariparri #merula snyde #ismelda murk #hogwarts mystery #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #post hogwarts #y8 spoilers

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mylevisdontfitanymore · 4 months

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Tumblr has removed the edit option for asks, so... we're doing it this way until they fix their shit:

The emotional eater Bucky thing got me thinking…would you ever consider writing a gif where Stucky has been together for a while and Steve is called away on a mission for an undetermined length of time. Poor Bucky is worried sick and just keeps stuffing himself at every chance he gets and piles on the weight. When Steve gets home, Bucky’s embarrassed and instead of Steve getting upset, confesses he’s into it and they live happily ever after. With the occasional light teasing thrown in. Bonus points for burpy and hiccuppy Bucky. 🥺

emotional eater Bucky, original ask

Ooooh, this gives room for lots of different scenarios in my mind, so, sure! I can do some writing where we explore a few:

Unbeta'd stucky belly kink, warnings for stuffing, weight gain, insecurity, hurt/comfort, kink discovery, etc.

Bucky gets on the phone with Steve whenever possible. He’s on an undercover mission, so it really isn’t that often, he has to be somewhere completely secure where no one can see the mask of the character he’s playing slip off. It’s not often and it’s not for long but, still, Bucky will take what he can get. Even if what he gets is listening to the way Steve tries to talk to him normally, but… he can’t hide from Bucky. He hears the undertone of stress and exhaustion in his voice, and without realizing it, Bucky transitions from mindlessly pacing their apartment to mindlessly eating.

He stops in front of their fridge/freezer and listens as Steve rambles to him, pretending he’s fine, cracking open a new gallon of ice cream. When Steve yawns - speaking to the dark circles that must be shadowing his eyes, running himself ragged without anyone to look after him - Bucky shoves a heaving spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.

Without realizing it, Bucky eats faster and faster, making quick work of the whole gallon as Steve tells him everything he can. Some mission details, but mostly how much he misses being home, how much he misses him, and how much he misses everything else.

Listen. Swallow. Listen. Swallow. Listen. Swallow. It’s the only two things Bucky is doing. So, by the time his spoon hits the bottom of the gallon, Bucky isn’t trying to repress his stress or his worry for Steve anymore. No, he’s trying to repress the hiccups and burps that want to come up. His lips are cold, and so is his packed stomach. He shivers and barely doesn’t groan out loud, using the hand not cradling his phone to massage his stretched abs apologetically. Every hiccup shakes his tight belly (which is getting less and less solid the longer the once-frozen cream sits in his body, he’s beginning to slosh noisily. He just hopes Steve’s super hearing can’t pick it up over the phone). Every burp is gas that doesn’t get released, staying trapped in him instead, and he’s starting to bloat up like a balloon. His abs feel hot with how stretched they’re getting. It feels kind of nice - warm and tight - sort of like cuddling. It’s distracting.

He’s lured back into the conversation, though, when Steve catches onto his heavier breathing and asks what’s wrong.

Bucky fumbles to tell him that he’s pacing too much, ignoring the fact that he’s a damn super soldier, he wouldn’t start panting the way he is right now if he went for a jog and talked to Steve the whole time.

Steve doesn’t think that hard about it. Instead, he apologizes for oversharing.

No. No, Bucky shakes his head. He’s fine. He tells Steve that. And, privately, he thinks he overdid it. Oversharing but… actually under-sharing because no human should eat so much fucking ice cream in under 30 minutes. He’s had way, way too much ice cream. It’s all sloshing and churning in his guts.

Then, the phone call ends with soft goodbyes.

Alone again, Bucky decides that he feels like a swollen tick, engorged with so much blood that he’s expanded. Doubled or tripled in size. How can his stomach get so big? Is this normal? Being able to swell so much? Is this a super soldier ability?

No longer smothering his sounds out of embarrassment and wanting to not worry his partner, Bucky slowly, gingerly bends over to grab a can of soda out of the bottom shelf of the fridge door - hoping to clear out some burps - and groans loudly, grabbing his heavy belly with both hands. He hiccups. He nearly falls back onto his ass, bending over and jolting like that. But he doesn’t. Barely.

He decides to ride out his mistake on the couch, leaning back, sipping his soda, and burping loudly, unashamedly. After a while, he feels his stomach deflate a little. It’s not as hard, at least. He still sounds like a washing machine, sloshing and gurgling, hiccupping and burping, groaning and moaning. But, one good thing can be said about the entire experience, he’s not thinking, for a second, about anything. No anxiety. No stress. No worry. Abstractly, he wishes Steve was here to nag him and rub his belly, but his mind is as clear as it’s been since Steve left.

❤️

Not too long later, after that first nearly instinctual belly-filling distraction/coping mechanism, Bucky wakes up in the middle of the night sweating. He’s so, so worried about Steve that it’s appearing in his dreams. It’s not even a normal dream with images and some semblance of real life, walking around, and seeing and experiencing. It’s just the feeling of being worried. Stress. Anxiety. Teeth-chattering.

Bucky has to get up. He thinks about showering off the sweat, but instead, he tugs off his shirt and sleep shorts, wandering only in his underwear to wherever his feet want to take him.

They want to go to the kitchen. His mismatched hands are on board as well, immediately finding the fridge and opening it, going straight for the pan of left-over lasagna that he had for dinner. It’s an entire family-sized dish. He stopped himself at 3 servings during the evening, but now, shaken awake and needing some kind - any kind of comfort, he can’t quit. It should be gross, he’s eating it cold and only using a fork to carve large chunks of cheese and meat and noodles and sauce out that smear the corners of his mouth, but it isn’t. He’s not thinking. He’s eating. He can’t think when he’s shoving food into his mouth. He can’t think when his stomach is struggling to stretch bigger and bigger. He can’t think when his belly aches with fullness. All that occupies his mind is the slow, intense fullness that grows and grows inside him. He likes the way it feels - being full.

Bucky doesn’t know when he woke up, he didn’t look at their alarm clock in their room, nor did he bother to open his phone, so he has no idea how long he spends ravenously shoving food into his mouth. But he’s there for long enough that he finishes the rest of the dish. The entire family-sized lasagna. Thick, greasy, and rich, sitting in his gut like a brick. A couple of bricks, actually.

“Oh, God,” he moans to himself when his fork hits the empty container with a clang.

His poor belly!

Oh, it’s so heavy. And round.

Jesus.

He’s never seen himself like this! Not even after he scarfed down a whole gallon of ice cream and bloated up like a balloon from the excessive dairy, sugar, and fat. He’s even more round and tight. His body sounds like a drum when he taps his hand against his belly, whining.

So, it’s all Bucky can do to shut the fridge and flop back down onto the tile floor, his belly sticking up like a mountain from the rest of his body. Pale and exposed. When he stuffed himself with ice cream, he was wearing a shirt - clothes - this time he isn’t. He’s basically naked. If he bothered to lift his head, he can almost see the way his belly shivers and ripples, his stomach and intestines struggling to contain, let alone digest all of that food. It’s so much more intense, seeing all this weight attached to him, under his skin. He’s all belly!

Bucky burps so loud he wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors woke up and heard the commotion. Maybe worst of all, though, he can’t stop puffing, “oh, oh… oh,” the sounds are all breathy and soft. He’s overwhelmed with the weight of himself. His belly. It’s so tight. Hot, too. Bucky feels like a bug pinned to a board under a heat lamp, ready for examination. God, he can’t even roll around and get onto his hands and knees. He’s stuck. He’s, actually, Jesus, he’s wiped out, yawning after hissing out another burp... tired because it’s the middle of the night and tired because he’s so ready to collapse into a food coma.

He might as well sleep right here, right? Catch some shut-eye while he can with his head quiet, and his body is weighed down?

❤️

In the same week as the lasagna night (which wasn’t a dream, by the way. Bucky really woke up on the floor, and despite still being full in the morning, he made the poor decision to have breakfast. He should’ve regretted it with how his gut throbbed after devouring two whole boxes of cereal, one brand-new gallon of whole milk, and two cream cheese-slathered bagels, but… he didn’t. It made him feel better to keep up the overwhelming tight, heavy, hot fullness, barely able to drag himself to the couch to sleep it all off) Bucky watches Clint and Natasha come home from a two-week mission. They’re both scraped up and bruised, eyes dull from their exhaustion. Neither of them has any serious, terrible injuries but…

Bucky can’t help but think about Steve. Steve can heal minor injuries (and more than minor injuries) easily, but he’s taken advantage of because of that ability. Often. Bucky has seen it, again and again, Steve will go on new missions while still healing injuries from the last mission. Bruises fading. Broken bones still mending. Cuts hardly scarring over before disappearing entirely. Dislocated joints still tender.

He’s thinking about Steve.

Only Steve.

And, suddenly, his body on autopilot, Bucky is outside the Tower, away from his teammates and other reminders of Steve. Before he catches up, his fingers call an Uber using his phone. Then, his mouth has the driver take him to one of his favorite spots, a rundown, old-school diner that serves classic Americana food. The actual classic shit that Bucky remembers eating.

By the time he arrives, all of Bucky is on board with this plan. Except for his stomach. He tries to promise it that he won’t go overboard but…

He’s so hungry.

Easily, Bucky pops his most charming smile, showing off his dimples, and asks the waitress seating him for the booth in the very back corner where he won’t be easily seen. She lets him have it even though he’s alone, and normally corner booths are reserved for bigger groups. Good.

Then, as soon as he’s handed his menu, he goes down the thing, ordering what feels like the entire fucking menu. Not to mention how he double orders some of what he’s had before and knows is good. Still, the waitress dutifully writes down the entire order and brings it to him in manageable waves. If we were thinking properly, he would swear that she does it on purpose, eyeing him with… maybe disbelief? Maybe challenge? Maybe even interest? Either way, she keeps him pliant with lots of refills of creamy, sugared coffee and bubbly, non-diet soda. Then, without even being asked, she brings him a flight of all the different shakes they make.

Bucky is deep in his waking food coma by that point and he’s pretty sure, at first, that he’s hearing things when she claims that they’re the house.

Oh, God.

He has to have even the shakes then, doesn’t he? He can’t refuse free food. Even if he’s about to pop!

The shakes give him a much NOT needed second wind and he vacuums it all up, scarcely remembering that he’s in public and can’t freely belch and moan and hiccup and generally make a scene of how he’s swelling with food. Still, he’s unthinking. Just eating. Stuffing. Growing. Expanding like he doesn’t give a single fuck about the damage actively being done to his waistline.

Bucky eats until he feels so heavy that he could be entirely made of metal, not just his heavy arm. He eats so much that he tiptoes the line of feeling sick. Overstuffed. Weighed down by good full-fat, sugar-sugar (no sweetener for him, thank you very much) food that tastes like home…

“O-oof,” Bucky puffs to himself, shocked by how much harder it is than he remembers to scoot and lift his ass out of the diner booth. Heavy. He doesn’t really fit in the booth anyhow, with his belly pressing painfully against the edge of the table and flowing onto the table itself. He’s so swollen. He needs to get home. He wants to crash and sleep off all these calories. He can’t function he’s so full (but… isn’t that the point?).

❤️

Soon, Bucky has a jittery day, all day, for a few days and he ends up solving the issue by marathon stuffing himself. He JUST went grocery shopping but, there’s nothing that can stop him from cleaning out the entire apartment - the cabinets, pantry, countertops, top of the fridge, fridge itself, and freezer - before giving in and ordering piles of take-out for every meal. Keeping any of his worries for Steve at bay by shoving food into his mouth that only shoves his stomach out fuller and fuller, rounder and rounder, heavier and heavier. It gets to the point that there is no fucking food and he’s sick of take-out despite its convenience.

So, with his belly bursting from his clothes like a dame who’s expecting but didn’t budget for maternity clothes, so she’s making do with what she’s got, he pulls himself out of the apartment on unsteady feet to go grocery shopping. The weight of his belly keeps pulling him forward, making his back arch and hurt. And… Bucky wonders, his cheeks hot, if any of the people around him think he’s round in the family way, not the greedy, stuffing himself beyond sound reason or logic way. He’s seen men be pregnant in the future. Palming his gut in front of the produce, rubbing it, Bucky looks down - he could see it. He could really see it. He looks pretty pregnant. Like. About to pop pregnant. Maybe even overdue. If it were Steve’s baby, though, maybe not. Steve’s baby would be pretty fucking huge and strong and -

Oh, God.

Bucky feels the way the food inside him shifts and churns and his temperature seems to rise at least ten degrees. He needs to stop before his prick gets any ideas and he’s indecent for public with how he’s fantasizing about being stuffed full of Steve like that.

Fuck.

Bucky shivers and hides it by biting into one of the apples he picked out. He needs to keep shopping. Quickly. He needs to get home. (If he’s honest with himself, the thing that he’s looking forward to doing once he gets home is slowly but surely packing every bit of this food into his huge, beach ball belly. How big could he possibly make himself? How badly can he stuff himself full? Hnng.)

His trip takes a turn for the worse then, his tummy is unbearably tight and solid and it keeps hitting the handle of the cart as he waddles behind it, pushing it. Also, with every turn down a new aisle, he keeps seeing Captain America themed cereals and snacks and drinks, and… he misses his guy so badly. So, he snatches it all up. Still! His monstrous gut growls.

Hungry, always so fucking hungry.

How can he still be craving more? It doesn’t make sense! He doesn’t have room for more. But, he supposes he would rather be dealing with an unending appetite than unending, heart-breaking loneliness and stress and anxiety. So… whatever. Bucky eats another apple out of his cart, burping as softly as he can around the juicy flesh of the fruit.

By the time Bucky gets to check out, he has a good amount of empty wrappers to pay for, things that he’s snagged off the shelf because they looked good and he needed to sate his worries, so, he kept stuffing himself.

Eating everything.

Bad, bad idea to go shopping when he’s hungry (even if it seems like he’s always hungry now).

The clerk checking him out doesn’t look pleased with him. But, also seems to have some restraint, appearing to take pity on him (or be making fun of him), murmuring, “bad pregnancy cravings, huh?”

Bucky’s brain short-circuits. He fucking hopes she can’t read his mind. It’s all gluttonous filth now. He does look fucking pregnant. Obviously so. Round and tight. A big fucking globe pulling his back into an arch and making his walk into a waddle, ankles and feet swelling, he’s so goddamn heavy.

“Uh, yeah. Yup,” he grits out awkwardly. He’s very glad the checkout stand comes up to his waist.

It’s too much. Everything. Too much.

Once Bucky’s back at their apartment, he has to have security bring the bags up because he can hardly haul himself out of the car, wedged in behind the steering wheel, let alone the mass amount of food he bought to feed two super soldiers. But! Not even two… just him. Just one.

Just him…

Bucky eats more then. Because Steve enters his mind again.

He eats rapidly as if he’s a half-starved stray dog finding last night's leftovers in the garbage outside, he sweats like a pig while he does it, he pants and huffs and can’t catch his breath with his stomach encroaching on his lungs, pressing out and in, too, he bursts another pair of jeans the button flinging across the room and hitting the wall with how much weight was behind it, and he pops the seams on the side of his shirt with how far his belly expands out after literal days of nonstop eating. He can’t help it. He can’t do anything. He can’t breathe with so much food inside him. He can’t stop panting and moaning, his head spinning. He can’t move yet again. He can’t think about worrying.

❤️

In the morning, Bucky groans like he’s dying, lifting himself out of the dent he’s made in the couch, and heads to the shower to wash off the sweat and crumbs he managed to miss and not suck up like a damn vacuum.

He showers, steps out, and as the steam disappears from the mirror, he’s confronted by the fact that…

He’s chubby.

Like, really chubby.

It looks like he’s swallowed a beach ball or a pillow. His gut is big. There’s some soft fat overlaying his sudden belly (and his thicker thighs and arms as well as bubbling his butt out into a fatter shelf), but really, it’s solid. Solid. Densely packed with so, so much food inside him. God. How did he ever get all of that down his throat? He’s bloated, too. That isn’t helping at all. It’s making it so much worse. After his stuffing spree last night (and the past couple of days), he’s so bloated and tight, and pressing on his belly just makes him ache, it doesn’t get any burps or belches out.

He ends up with the fucking hiccups. Oh. Jesus. He whines to himself between the jolting hiccups. He’s aching with the pressure. The weight. The fullness. His gut and… and underneath his gut, too. He’s so full and swollen, he can’t help it. It’s such an intense feeling and Steve hasn’t been here to, to touch him or do anything, and -

Steeeve.

Bucky tries to stop himself, now worried about Steve being away and Steve when he comes home to find him like… like this.

Blown up like a balloon.

His abs don’t just look stretched, they’re gone! Beyond repair! He had abs the last time Steve saw him, now he’s… round. Big. Heavy - heavier.

But Bucky can’t stop himself. Because he’s an emotional eater. And he’s more worried now than ever. What is happening to Steve on his mission? Is he okay? It’s been a long time since they’ve gotten to call or text, so he has no idea what might be happening… if anything? When is he going to come home? When Steve comes home, how will he react to Bucky being fat? What will he say? Will Bucky be able to lose it if he’s less worried about Steve and he can see Steve and touch him and hold him? Will Bucky blow right back up into the stuffed turkey he is the next time Steve goes on an undercover mission where they can’t keep in touch? It’s all he can think about.

So, he uncontrollably stuffs and packs and shoves food into himself until he’s sprawled out on his back on the cold kitchen floor, groaning and rubbing desperate circles on his complaining belly at all hours of the day. Morning. Evening. Night. It doesn’t matter. He just can’t stop cramming food into himself. And he keeps getting bigger and bigger. Actively growing until -

Steve gives him word that he’s coming home.

Bucky is unspeakably relieved. But, oh, God, what is he gonna do about his weight?

The night before Steve is scheduled to come home, flying back, Bucky eats what feels like, at least, fifteen pounds of Italian takeaway. Everything is carb-heavy, oily, and rich. The only reason Bucky can get to sleep is because of the white noise of his tummy gurgling away, making him forget his worries. Any foolish plan he had to let his bloat go down all tomorrow, not eating until Steve got home, is ruined by the fact that Steve comes home at fucking 5:00 AM.

He crashes into bed with Bucky, and Bucky is so relieved to have him here (and so weighed down by enough pasta to give him a food baby… if babies were fifteen fucking pounds) that he just passes back out after being jostled awake. It’s not until he wakes up much later in the morning - almost noon - being spooned behind by Steve that he freaks out a little. Just a little. He’s remarkably cool, considering that Steve’s big, warm hand is resting perfectly on the fat crest of his gut. He’s pressed against his back where his gain might not be as obvious but… there’s no way he can hide it. When Steve wakes up and processes what he feels, what is he going to say?!

Bucky is jolted so strongly by his emotions that, in trained response, his stomach growls. He’s still stuffed. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t hungry. He’s hungry for relief from his worry and stress and -

Steve shifts, he stretches, he yawns.

He’s! Awake!

Bucky freezes.

His gut gurgles, loudly, trying to get Bucky to feed it.

“Hm, Buck?” Steve sleepily asks while nuzzling into his hair, assuming he spoke and it wasn’t just his overinflated stomach.

Tears prickle Bucky’s eyes, and he suddenly has the fucking hiccups.

Hic. Hic. Hic.

Terrifyingly, Bucky looks down through his watery vision to see his monstrously round tummy jolt and jiggle with each involuntary hiccup. He’s so fat. What is Steve going to say? What is Steve going to do?

“Aw, baby,” Steve’s sleepy voice is so warm on his skin, “got the hiccups?” He squeezes him, strong arms around his wide, soft middle, “you poor thing.”

Bucky squeezes his eyes shut, he shakes his head tightly. No. Go back to sleep, Bucky wills him, testing any possible telepathic link they might have after their ridiculously long lives.

“Shh,” Steve tells him, patting (patting!) the fatty, soft side of his gut where it’s spread out huge and monopolizing so much of the bed, “it’s okay.”

“It’s - hic - it’s not okay,” Bucky whines.

“It’s okay,” Steve touches him so gently, rubbing his jumping, jolting belly, then - Jesus Christ - pulling up his tight sleep shirt to get better access.

Bucky is waiting for the other shoe to drop but it doesn’t. Hic.

“You feel good.” Bucky tries to suck in, but it doesn’t do anything, his abs are too fucking stretched - overtaxed by the sheer volume of food he’s put inside himself, gone forever after funneling so much fat and sugar behind them. “You feel like home,” Steve murmurs into his ear, kissing the back of his neck, “all soft and warm…”

“Oh.” Bucky says involuntarily.

“Yeah,” Steve chuckles, “you have no idea how happy I was to come home and feel you-”

“Feel?”

“Yeah, honey, it was dark. I didn’t want to turn the lights on and wake you up. So, imagine my surprise to feel you like this,” Steve drags his wide palm from the top of his tummy aaaall the way down, “you feel really good.” He squeezes him again. Bucky feels himself squish. Fat. Tubby. Excessive. “You’re all domestic now,” he noses his earlobe sweetly, the hint of an endeared, appreciative laugh in his voice, “soft and warm. Slow and big.”

Bucky swallows, he’s… he’s feeling warmer hearing Steve talk about him - about his body. He’s always liked it when Steve compliments and praises him. Touches him.

“You’re so cuddly. Gonna make it hard for me to let you go.”

“Don’t,” Bucky pleads, turning his head to look at him.

“I won’t,” Steve seals the promise with a kiss, “buuuut, if we wanna keep you like this, then we’re gonna have to get up and get your breakfast, aren’t we?”

Bucky’s gut gurgles loudly as if screaming its agreement.

Steve just smirks, his mouth uncharacteristically sharp for how early it is.

With anticipation, Bucky licks his lips. Should he tell him he’s still tender and stuffed? He doesn’t know how much more he could possibly fit into his stomach but… Bucky doesn’t think he wants Steve to go easy on him.

#mylevisdontfitanymore #ask #belly kink #text #stuffing #weight gain #tight clothes #button pop #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #chubby bucky

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drpeppertummy · 2 months

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2 teenytiny little prompt things from Enrichment Activity with my friend

[stuffing/post-stuffing & very mild tummyache for both]

Kathleen - Skinny Skirt

"This skirt was a mistake," said Kathleen, her face tense with discomfort.

"Why? It's cute," said Irene.

"Yeah, but it has no stretch to it."

The skirt had been a bold choice for Kathleen from the start; she rarely wore anything other than long pants, but something about the snug brown skirt had spoken to her. She certainly wouldn't have worn it to work, of course, but for a date with Irene, it seemed like a nice choice. Or, at least, it had when she'd put it on. Right now, she was dying to get out of it. The couple had gone out for dinner together, and after an appetizer and a salad, the stiff, sturdy fabric was beginning to grow uncomfortably tight around her middle.

"I don't know how I'm gonna fit anything else," said Kathleen. "This thing's squeezing my guts so much, I'm already full."

"Aw, I'm sure you'll change your mind when you get your fish," Irene teased.

As if on cue, their waiter returned with their dinners. He set down the plates: a steaming bowl of spaghetti for Irene, and a big hunk of salmon for Kathleen. As always, Irene was right; Kathleen's appetite perked right back up at the sight of the fish. It was only a few bites, though, before she began to feel absolutely stuffed. The amount of space in her already-small stomach was further reduced by the compression of the skirt, and her upper belly bulged uncomfortably over the top of it. Still, the salmon was delicious, and she couldn't help picking at it until her tightly-packed stomach ached.

"Oof, you really look stuffed," remarked Irene, peering across the table at her wife's bulging tummy.

"Stuffed is an understatement," Kathleen groaned, setting her fork down. "Don't let me eat any more. And don't let me wear this stupid skirt again, either." Irene laughed.

"Hey, maybe you can pass it off to Wendy, it looks like somethin' she'd wear. Probably fit her, too, she's about as skinny as you are."

"Yeah, if I haven't stretched it all out."

Val - Big Sweater

"Isn't that a little big for you?" Connie looked down at Val with a fond smile, hands on her hips.

"Maybe." He smiled back at her, the smile of a sleepy cat blinking slowly in adoration. It was her sweater, and it was, in fact, a number of sizes too big for him. He was practically swimming in it, and he loved it. He loved the warmth and the softness and the weight of it covering him like a thick blanket, and most of all, he loved that it was hers.

On a more situational level, he loved how forgiving it was to his sore tummy. He'd eaten far too much at dinner earlier, and now, hours later, he still felt uncomfortably bloated. The big cozy sweater was loose and comfortable, though, and it concealed the conspicuous curve of his belly, as well as the fact that he'd unbuttoned his pants to accommodate said curve.

Connie sat down beside Val on the couch and wrapped her arms around him, giving him a gentle squeeze before loosening her grip. He laid his head against her shoulder, and she let one arm fall around his waist, her hand coming to rest on his belly. She was a little surprised at how round it felt; an overstuffed tummy was usually pretty noticeable on her skinny husband, but right now it was hidden entirely within the big soft sweater.

"Boy, you really overdid it, huh?" She gave his belly a gentle pat, and he smiled sheepishly up at her.

"Maybe a little," he admitted. She rubbed her hands together to warm them up, then slipped one under the sweater. Despite her efforts, she felt him flinch at the cold touch.

"Can't blame you," she said. "You could put Giuliana's out of business with that chicken." He laughed and planted a kiss on her jaw.

"I don't know about that," he grinned, nuzzling his face against her neck. "They make some damn good chicken there."

"Well, I like yours better," said Connie, rubbing his full belly. "I got a thing for the guy who makes it."

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #xkathleenx #xirenex #xvalx #xconniex

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mayaflowerxs · 2 years

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THE 8 TRAGEDIES

Synopsis: The 8 different ways a bond between two, can end tragically.

Warning: Angst! TW! swear word usage, humiliation, anger issues, neglect, insecurities +. Just a warning this is just an imagine and no way am I considering the boys any of these sorts of aspects I’m giving them! Sad so if you cry easily get the tissues. Pretty long so embrace yourself.

Pairing: Stray Kids x reader

CHAN: THE NEGLECTION

Chan’s relationship with you was nothing less than heaven sent. Everyday, he looks besides him with a bright beaming smile. Another day grateful to have you in his arms. The many dates this man has taken you, the hugs and cuddles. Beautiful sunsets he had you two watch and the many hot chocolate filled mugs on winter nights. Each day he made a promise to himself more to never let you go. And maybe he was inviting in the inevitable. Maybe he overdid it. For as the months had gone by, years. The promise rings he got you two was slowly losing its meaning. “I’ll be there soon.” Were becoming his famous line. The clock manages to grow late until his arrival. Mornings were becoming chilly when you pat the spot next to you and have it be empty and cold. Time spent with each other was becoming limited and the time off he had from work still managed to make it seem like he wasn’t really there. Channie the man you fell in love with. Time was ticking even if none of you knew it yet. Not only that, your patience with him was too.

“Chan you’re never home and when you are, you lock yourself in our room with that damn laptop of yours. I know how important work is for you but so is our relationship.” “Can you calm down?! It’s nothing too extreme. I would’ve been done long ago if you haven’t kept interrupting me. There’s a reason why I have that sign in my studio y/n, that doesn’t mean for you to barge in with food.” “Well sorry I’m just looking out for you!” “And I’m sorry you have nothing better to do other than be kissing up to your boyfriend’s ass all day!” And that was only the beginning. You tried very hard to justify the slight crack forming in your guys relationship. But when yet another night was spent him brushing you off and going straight to bed you were on the edge. Infuriating how your boyfriend can’t seem to see the problem. How even in the beginning he’s been like this, how did it manage to get so out of control? “My work means everything to me y/n! Why can’t you understand that?” In that moment, he was angry. He left for a fresh breath of air that soon turned to him back in his studio locked up with his music. The morning came, he had not arrived. And you were done. Rushing home to give you the grand news that him and the boys would be touring soon, only to be met with absolute silence. “Y/n?” But only an echo returned his call. The room was as vacant as every other place in the house. The closet only held his clothes, bathroom only left with his things. He was absolutely alone. He didn’t want to believe it was true. It couldn’t have been right?

And like I mentioned before. Everyday he does look besides him with a bright beaming smile. Only this time, it turns into a quick frown when he was met by a cold empty spot next to him. Gripping your pillow tightly as he cries into it yet again. Silently calling out for you, where could you have gone? It’s as if you managed to disappear completely off the face of the earth. With every success he now reaches in his life, it has slowly grown meaningless. Looking out to the crowd with the many faces that cheered him on and congratulated him meant nothing now that he was missing his anchor. With the promise ring still on his finger, he forces a smile at the camera as him and the guys accept yet another award. Bowing at the end, he watches as his necklace falls out, your very own promise ring he found left at the bed side table tangled in between the chain. A reminder he will live the rest of his life with wondering what could’ve continued be heaven sent if he hadn’t neglected your relationship. Lastly, with a pang smile he walks off the stage the feeling of the chain around his neck feels to be suffocating him more and more he keeps it on him.

CHANGBIN: THE INSECURITIES

Spending whoever days reminding your lover boy how precious and beautiful he is was never a curse to you. Never a chore nor a pain in the rear end. You always found ways to truly prove to him just how perfect he was to you. Whether by dates, kisses, movie nights or many more things. You truly loved it more when you saw the confidence seek in him more and more. You felt so proud and it only wanted you to kiss him to death for it. Yet you just never imagined his insecurities becoming a problem to the relationship at one point. “They’re just a friend Binnie.” You’d tell him and he’d shake his head. “It was for work.” , “It’s just the mailman.” At first you found it endearing. For many years you were told by friends how having a jealous boyfriend would be absolute goals to have. And you couldn’t lie you found it hot and amusing at first. But now? You were running out of ways to reassure him for the umpteenth time. You were slowly being drained. The simple squeeze of his hand when he tenses his jaw was no longer enough. Or the subtle kisses to his soft spot when he glares at whatever it’s causing him to feel insecure about didn’t do it for him. “Binnie you are more than enough for me. They can never compete, because in the end you are who gets stuck in bed with me.” With a smirk, you two lay down on the bed and spend the rest of the night in pure bliss. You thought his jealousy would lower then.

“Y/n, I’m fat aren’t I?” “What? Who told you that?” “Me.” And again came to reassuring words. But what would Changbin do if now it was you who was feeling insecure? How would he help you in time of need? “I know how you’re feeling, today I was hanging out with a few of my friends and they make a pig joke about me. It felt awful, is that how the world sees me as?” And maybe you were a fool to not speak on it or maybe you did the right thing for not calling out the things he was doing. Whatever the case may be you began to slowly notice just how much of a problem it was for him. “I just think you need to see a therapist.” “What?! Why? I’m perfectly fine y/n! Never felt better.” “I just think your insecurities could really be a bigger deal than it is. I’m worried if we don’t at least check then it can get worse.” “Y/n you’re speaking nonsense!” “Please Binnie-“ “No!” Your desperation was becoming crystal clear. And no matter how much you tried convincing him, he wouldn’t budge. To ‘prove’ to you how fine he was, he stopped talking to you about his feelings. And it only worried you more. As the days went by you thought it was semi fine. Still wary about him, you kept an eye on him. When you heard his comeback was right around the corner, you knew what it meant. Stress of getting his raps right, and making sure they sounded good. Getting the choreography to perfection and hitting the gym a lot more for the music video and performances. The staying up late perfecting each song. You couldn’t sleep not knowing how Changbin was feeling in having you so closed off.

Terrified you the night Chan called you to come pick him up from the recording studio. Gasping as he sat up against the corner of a wall, the sleep deprivation and alcohol in him got the best of him. “Changbin? You hear me baby?” “Please don’t ever leave me.” “What are you saying Bin?” “Promise you you won’t ever leave my side. Promise me you won’t ever leave me alone because I can’t see myself living my life without you in it.” Thinking about it now, it should’ve been a clear sign for you to leave. Most would say. For you, it should’ve been a clear sign to get him the help he so dearly needed but you focused more on the present. Taking him home and helping him shower. When getting him to bed, the little bit of shield you held up absolutely broke as you cried yourself to sleep. The exhaustion getting the better of you. Were you selfish for wanting out? For to even think about it in the slightest? Feeling as if you were walking on eggshells with him, one day you finally plead to get help. You felt all hope collapse when he angrily says no and barges out of the apartment. The small card of a therapist, the best of the best you searched hours for was left laying on the table. With a tired sigh, you grab your bags and headed on out. The amounts of time you stopped to turn around only to continue moving forward was too many. It broke you even more being in the freeway for more than a few hours and seeing the call coming in from him. The many missed calls and unread messages. You could only hope the best wishes for him. And while you felt a tear roll down your cheek as the ringing of your phone settles down, being met by the noise from traffic and the low tune of the radio music, Changbin sat on the marble floor heart broken. Sobs leaving him as he tossed and threw things across the house. Smacking everything off the table, the card flying a bit slow that it catches his attention. Picking it up, he looks at the number on it. Was he too late getting help? Would it bring you back? But whether it did or not, Changbin felt like an idiot only to now realize just how much help he truly needed, so he dialed.

MINHO: THE DISRESPECT

You never minded the sarcastic comments Minho made. Or the tease and taunts he threw your way. Mainly because they first started out for anyone who wasn’t you. The remarks would be thrown at anyone who tried crossing the line with you. You found it endearing how protective Minho got and made you feel all soft inside. Especially with how different he was with you compared to others. The softie he showed you was nice but you always wondered if he was going to show you a little bit of the true self of him which was what everyone who wasn’t you knew of and sure enough you got to know him. After a few months of dating the teasing would come. Nothing too extreme, the smug grins and smirking looks would drive you mad and would result in kissing the daylights of him. Few pinches to your side and the sassiness later kicked in. You found it very entertaining and when you started giving him a bit of the same energy you two couldn’t have been the more perfect couple. People would always say just how much you two completed each other and almost as if you two were soulmates. Now a thing you learned about him that very moment is how blunt he can be. A loud laugh leaves him when the comment left their mouths, “Yeah right. Soulmates.” It wasn’t a big deal, if anything you didn’t real believe in soulmates either. Until months in time such comments like those would only escalate.

“I told you we should’ve came earlier, congrats y/n you costed us the dinner table.” What he said was true but with everything going on, the last thing you needed is for him to throw an ‘I told you so’. Having to deal with such comments recently you feel yourself feeling more and more ticked off. Only a matter of time before he really poked your sensitive spot and blow up. And it’s not such comments like that, at home he picks and point things out he didn’t like. Criticizes your ways of doing chores or the types of groceries you’d get. “You should’ve come with me Minho, now suck it up and eat what I bought.” “Y/n not even the cats are willing to eat that. Where’s your sense of taste go to?” He’d scoff and walk away. It stung really. His critics were getting more harsher, you knew deep down Minho didn’t mean it in a rude way by the way he’d chuckle and smile. But you seriously started to become affected by it. What lead you to absolutely lose it? “Are you seriously going to go out looking like that?” Hurt and angry by his choice of words you yelled and cried in frustration. Waving your arms as you dropped stuff from anger. Mouth shut and with frantic eyes, Minho quickly was by your side apologizing. “I’m sorry, I crossed the line. I shouldn’t have said that and I never meant to hurt your feelings. Forget what I said, I only said it because I know everyone will stare and I hate having creeps stare at you. I shouldn’t have taken that out on you with my words.” Everything seemed to be fine afterwards. His comments were at a minimum and no longer judged every little thing of yours. But you should’ve known the calm was only going to bring the storm.

His grumpiness was a whole other level now. Usually he’ll lock himself away from others. Responding in anything but nods and hums. He never liked taking his attitude off on you which is why he secluded himself from you. But his anger just only grew and grew he didn’t know how to control it anymore. “Can’t you just leave me the fuck alone for one minute?! You’re suffocating me!” His outburst scared you, nodding silently and walking off. You didn’t know how to deal with it, thankfully he came to you but was it always going to be that way? The small outbursts he’d have was becoming a regular occurrence. Either people were being stupid and tested his patience, or his order was wrong, can’t find any of his good clothes, choreographing is being a pain. Many things were irking him and you were becoming the punching bag. Obviously he never hit you physically but with how sharp his words were cutting you, you were sure to be left pretty bruised up afterwards. You honestly didn’t know how to confront him, you seemed to always stay your distance when it came to him coming home. But when the day finally came to tell him how you felt about his anger issues it only ended with things breaking, items crashing and profanities being tossed left and right. “Fucking hell if I’m that much of a bother than let’s break up! Last I need is for someone constantly crying to me because they can’t seem to stop whining for every little thing!” Oh man did that hurt. “Okay.” The cloud of anger began to leave, eyes widen and mouth slightly agaped. “What?” “Let’s break up.” “Babe-“ “No! I’m so tired! Tired of your tantrums you throw every day! I fear for myself Minho because that’s how harsh you get, I’m not going to continue pretending everything is going to be okay when you can’t even realize you’re turning yourself into this big baby! I’m breaking up with you!” At lost for words, Minho couldn’t find the strength in him to go after you. The loud slam of the door was soon followed by silence. A soft meow is heard from below him, feeling Soongie’s fur touch his leg he notices just how small the room got. Where did all this anger get him to?

HYUNJIN: THE MISLEADING

His charming charisma often times was hard to truly understand it. Many would say it’s confidence and others would say is flirting. Whatever the case may be, you were heavily affected by it. As the popular boy, he was used to people constantly throwing themselves at him. Whether to date him or to ‘befriend’ him. But he never complained, he was living the life. And you. Well you were simply a student trying to get by. You didn’t have many friends but that didn’t bother you, people knew of your name so you weren’t considered the loner or the many other insulting names the popular kids gave others they considered ‘inferior’. Hyunjin was one of those people who knew of your name. How could he not when you two had about three period classes together? Especially when you two sit close to each other in two of them. Conversing with one another wasn’t awkward especially with how well you two got along. And of course with due time, you developed feelings for him. You felt lame for making up fake scenarios in your head of you and Hyunjin. Your first date, first kiss. How the school would react with you two coming out as a couple. You two followed each others socials, watched his stories and caught up anything new about him. So yeah it stung a bit when finding out he was dating someone.

And yet you still dreamed. Dreamed of something with him by how ‘friendly’ he was to you in class. How he’d always doodle on your paper or make annoying habits like close your chrome book or take your textbook away from you. Anything to gain your attention. Anything productive he’d point at you and make it some sort of competition to one up you. Those fantasies of yours seemed to be fooling you even more in thinking they could potentially come true. When your friends asked you who you liked it took a while to say Hyunjin but when you did they all squealed in glee. Noticing the random comments Hyunjin would throw at you when passing each other or how he’d mention the inside joke you two shared out of nowhere and wait for your laugh. Your friends were sure he’d confess which didn’t help the fantasyland in your head at all. But it all went out the window when his girlfriend transferred most of her classes to match with his. That includes the ones you two shared. Now any chance he got, he’d move seats to be with her. At the back of the class they’d sit. Little whispers shared between them and anytime any activity happened the competition he’d start with you, has turn into words of encouragement to her. His attention span on you seized and it felt as if you were invisible to him. Worse was when he unfollowed you on his socials. It stung badly and that was the fat reality you needed to come out of that lalaland you put yourself in. You thought by time your crush on him would simply be swept under the rug right? Wrong!

Your friends couldn’t seem to wrap their head around the fact that Hyunjin had practically kicked you out of his life for good. “It was for the best either way.” You tried to shrug it off with a chuckle but deep down you were still hurting. What didn’t make things better was how they kept talking about it, in denial that this great chemistry you two shared simply disappeared. “Can’t believe Hyunjin really kicked you out of his life! I thought he shared the same feelings as you!” Head held down, you failed to realize the infamous girlfriend had heard the entire conversation from a few tables away. Any hopes she could simply brush those words off was absolutely low. Because by the next week, it would have become absolute hell for you. You hated the stares you got or the low whispers. Confused how people would point at you and others would snicker. Pulling your phone out you’d text your friends, paranoid something had happened while you stayed oblivious. But when they didn’t answer it only made you even more anxious. It all went down hill when lunch came around and she approached your table. Gasping as she pours the cold chocolate milk all over you, phones already began to record the scene. “So sad how you really think you’d have any chance with my boyfriend! You pathetic waste of space!” Looking up as the cafeteria grows silent, Hyunjin sitting a few tables back with his head down. Trying your hardest to fight tears back you got up and left. “Y/n wait!” You heard a voice shout behind you. It was Hyunjin, and the fool you were to think he’d say something, anything to make you feel better. Now that everything was out in the open. “I’m so for any confusion I caused you. You, were just never my type.” It was the best he could come up with in the spot. And he was right. He was so focused on making his toxic relationship work he failed to realize the great chemistry he had with you. The year went by and over time people seemed to forget about the whole ordeal, except you. No you lived the rest of your high school years with a scowl on your face, never once talking about boys or crush. And while Hyunjin was out of a relationship, seeing you looking better than ever in your last year in High school. He never stopped thinking about you, you never once looked his way. Feelings completely gone and what was now replaced with sourness. “Hey y/n-“ “Who are you?” Confused, he chuckles softly. “What?” For the years that traumatic day put you through, you did everything in your power to forget about him until his face was simply that. A face. And now standing before you, you couldn’t put any sort of recollection about him. “It’s me, Hyun-“ “Don’t talk to me creep. Last thing I need is for another human with a dick between his pants to make my life hell.” Walking away, now it was Hyunjin’s turn to stay behind with a stinging heart. The missed opportunity to finding real happiness in a relationship was completely missed and he’s regretting every second of it.

JISUNG: THE MISTREATMENT

Jisung has known his entire life what it’s like to be mistreated. Either his parents always pushing him too far, the industry expecting highly of him or the fans wanting nothing but a smiling Jisung if not then he’s immediately an asshole. Growing up he’s noticed how hard life is with all these expectations. It was no longer pressure just flat out abuse. But he’s grown used to it, he says. Humor was his muse. His coping mechanism and any joke he has, he says. He was just so thankful because of this humor he found you. Humor lead you to him and life was finally having a sunny day. He always feared the dark clouds would come and like everything else, his relationship would go to shit. Always waited in paranoia. But with that, he also took advantage with each and every blissful day he could spend with you. Lots and lots of kisses shared between you two, laughs and secrets. He wasn’t a man of many words when it came to his problems, but you knew. And he was glad you didn’t pressure him to speak on anything. He was grateful for the massages, back rubs, soft kisses on his temple and bubble baths drawn for him. Cuddles for sure his top favorite. He loved you so much it fucking terrified him. Fear. Something he’s had trouble dealing with. Something that also made it harder for him growing up. Maybe that’s where this insane pressure dropped on him came from. If he didn’t become something in life, his parents would disown him. If he wasn’t the best rapper, the industry would be ashamed of him. If he wasn’t the best idol, his fans would stop supporting him. And if he couldn’t love you as a boyfriend should, you’d leave him.

Of course there were times Jisung was quiet. Obviously he’s not going to be the usual loud cheerful boy. But when he’s stay more and more quiet, you worry. This silence would just lead him into overthinking. You didn’t want him to start making up unnecessary doubts and so you talked to him. “Please I just don’t walk to talk about it.” He’d say. Usually saying this to his parents, they wouldn’t budge. If anything they’d look relieved to not have to hear their son rant. But you insisted, and his palms grew sweaty. Shaking his head, he was persistent to not speak and so you let it go. You noticed a true change in him when you spoke to him about work. “Well you just have to suck it up and accept it.” You didn’t expect that response. He seemed so blunt about it too like it was so easy. You didn’t know what exactly you wanted from him maybe a simple ‘its okay, everything will be fine’ or maybe even a cuddle session. Jisung didn’t see a problem, it’s what the company had told him when they demanded him to record with a sore throat. He wouldn’t see why you’d find it hurtful. A dinner date to your favorite restaurant. Things were going great until you saw a sudden shift in his mood. He got quieter than he was and you asked. “Is it because I’m not smiling? Smiles aren’t the only thing symbolizing someone’s happiness.” He’d snap at you. Eyes widen, you look around embarrassed that he said it loud enough a few heads had turned. Saying that was something he wished he could tell the world.

The time ticked and your patience was wearing thin. Who was the man that was supposed to be your boyfriend? What happened to him? “Jisung I don’t like the way you’ve been acting lately.” “God damn it y/n, what’s up with everyone expecting so much from me?! Either I need to get a successful career to be someone in life or be the best rapper to get fame or always have a smile on my face to please the people on the internet in order for them to not call me an asshole. Now you?!” “Jisung I didn’t know you had this much pressure on you-“ “Obviously you didn’t, always coming to me about your stupid problems you fail to notice I’m going through shit too!” Were you really that selfish? You tried not to burden him with your problems, tried minimizing it the most. Was this how he truly felt? For the next week you backed off a bit. Letting his words sink in so you quit doing the things he couldn’t stand. Well thought he couldn’t stand. Now it only scared him how ‘distant’ you were becoming. Now he was coming to you for the cuddles, the back rubs and massages. When you tried to retract some of that affection to him, he’d snap. Treating you like dirt all over again. “I’m tired Jisung! So tired!” Rolling his eyes, he was blind sighted. What were you so mad about? “I hate how mistreated I feel! Invalidating my feelings when stressed, always shutting me out and getting angry when I ask certain things. It fucking hurts Han!” Face dropping when he saw the tears rolling down your face. And then it clicked. He’d thrown all his trauma upon you. And this entire time, when he had been waiting for that said cloud to come and rain on the beautiful relationship they have, he never expected for it to have already appeared. Worst part, he’d never thought he’d be that cloud. “I’m fucking done Jisung.”

FELIX: THE IMPERFECTIONS

Felix always strived to be the best of the best. He doesn’t know whether it’s him being competitive with himself, or determination of some kind. Or maybe he’s just so damn hard on himself. But whatever the case might be, he never backed down on anything. He was always told to always keep trying for success. Set your mind on something and you can get it. Always told to fight hard or it’ll never happen. So it’s what he did, something he didn’t like. He’d perfect it. At first you were proud of him. He was able to overcome any obstacle he had. He wanted to lose weight, and he did. He wanted to get rid of the pores he had, and he did. He wanted his dancing skills to get better and they did. But that was all in the beginning. Watching him was so admirable, seeing him get excited to try new things in order to reach his goals. Try new workouts, buy new products and add more practice hours. At the end of it, you’d proudly hug him and fill his ears with many compliments. Thousands of kisses all over him and lots of smiles. He’d even have you join him, if he wanted to try a new recipe he’d ask for your help. Everything he could think of, he found happiness as long as you were with him each step of the way. But that could only last for so long. Each day, you’d wake up with an adorable Lix asleep besides you. Cute freckles that covered his nose in view, holding back the urge to simply peck the living daylights out of him.

But as the days progressed, so did his goals. More time spent on them, which means more work. Now you’d wake up with a cold spot next to you. No adorable Lix besides you. In the kitchen, Felix would only drink a protein shake. A quick kiss and he was off to practice. The hours grew and he wouldn’t return until almost midnight. Sore muscles by the next day that you’d gladly massage but even then that didn’t stop him. The bathroom sink slowly piling itself with the large amounts of skin products. Each for a certain day and hour. Every night Felix would spend half and hour focusing on his skin that didn’t even need focusing in the first place. “Can you see the pimple?” “What pimple?” Hours spent looking himself in the mirror. Asking himself absurd questions that you’d assure him were bull. You noticed the frustration growing when you heard him making noise at three in the morning making brownies. Trying a new recipe he can’t seem to master. Hours he spent awake lying in bed because he can’t seem to stop thinking about the countless of the things he needs to be perfect at. His sleep was being cut down along with his food. His health was being affected and it only worried you how far he was going to take it. You couldn’t stand to continue letting him do this to himself so you talked to him about it. Told him to slow it down but he thought it was nonsense. “How can you really achieve a goal if you’re going to cut down the motivation by half. Then it’s no longer a goal worth motivated yourself for.”

The freckles got covered not soon after. He said it was only holding him back from having the perfect face. Whatever that meant. He skipped dinner time and spent it dancing the same choreography over and over again. His patience got thin too. Anything set him off, mind always thinking of ways to be perfect. “Please Lix, give yourself a break.” “You don’t get it! You’re not motivated to do anything! Try to find something to do in life then we can talk about whether I should slow myself down or not!” Man Felix never raised his voice at you like that. Was he right? I mean yeah you had your goals but you weren’t like Felix. You weren’t determined to be perfect. Just to reach whatever it is you wanted. And that’s where things got twisted for him. He didn’t try to reach his goals at all anymore, he just wanted to be perfect. Perfect for himself, the world, you. Recording his lines, he had gotten very hard on himself. No matter how many times Chan has told him he’s sounds okay, he couldn’t settle for that. He had to be perfect. If not perfect in life then what is the purpose of it all? He wasn’t realizing just how mad he was driving you and the relationship. The worry for him skyrocketing and just how oblivious he is to his own self damaging was scary. “We’re not perfect y/n.” “Huh?” “Us. This relationship. We need to fix it or we simply can’t have a future together.” “You’re joking right? Felix I know this relationship isn’t perfect but quite frankly your meaning of it is to completely wash all morales of something and turn it to a fantasy you hope for it to become real when it can’t.” “Do you want to fix our relationship or not?” “Not if you’re going to act like this.” “Then I guess this is it.” He should’ve felt glad to have gotten rid of something that would only weigh him down to perfection but how hard things got without you. No moral support, no back rubs and no pecks all over his face. He really felt himself be sick, too many pounds lost and face breaking out by the many products. The image he tried to perfect was quickly worsening. What a hard reality to finally see the perfect Felix he tried to make himself be could never happen. And now, with a stomach ache, acne on his face, sore muscles and an empty bed he shall realize his mistake and be okay with the fact that his imperfections aren’t all that bad.

SEUNGMIN: THE AMBITION

Seungmin lived his entire life feeling self conscious. First it was because of his braces, then his dancing skills, then not being as outgoing as his members and now his vocals. He’s grown up to seeing so many idols that were once like him, no one important become something so admired in life. He wanted to be recognizable and to be remembered. He simply wanted to be accepted in society. And for that, he fought hard. He fought dirty. The two of you have been close friends since childhood, Minnie was always the shy boy who loved making jokes whether they were funny or not. His sole mission was to make you smile, his eyes sparkled when you laughed. You know how anxious he can get, the reassurance from you was always given. You were his ears and shoulder to cry on and you so let him gladly. Getting to where he is now was not easy and for that, Seungmin was forever grateful to have you in his life. Turning to his side, he’d feel the heavy weight on his shoulder lift when seeing you there. Somewhere along his predebut years he knew you were the one. Yet he coward every chance he got close to confessing. The night he was going to be determined whether he’d get into a group and debut or not, he spent the entire night in your arms.

His first two years in a group was tough. They were the most judgmental years as they were still new. They still weren’t really accepted as a group and that came with very critical audiences. But that didn’t stop him from going above and beyond and so proudly he walked up that stage and performed his heart out. Five years laters, he has the largest grin on his face as he no longer gets the nervous tingles running through his body. If anything he’s excited, shaking with excitement to get on already. Going over his lines, he doesn’t see you enter the room. Something he’s been doing now. He’d do his thing for hours while you sat to the side and admired. First he didn’t mind he no longer paid much mind to you, or the lack of hang outs. Yet when he gets up to hit the stage, you go to stand and wish him luck but freeze when he simply walks past you. Not a glance spared your way. The next day, you spend the night sighing for the hundredth time. Checking your phone and seeing not a single notification from him. He promised a night together, so where was he? Messaging I.N, he sends you a video of Seungmin laughing with a few other idols who came to visit them. Papers in hands which you assumed were lyrics, a set of headphones placed on top of Seungmin’s ears. And the familiar layout of the recording room. You should have been upset that he had forgotten but a part of you couldn’t. He was doing what he loves and he seemed to really enjoy his time. And so for that, you shut your tv off and let the popcorn lay out on the table cold.

Your time with him was now scarce. When you did see him he continued to go over some of his vocals. Recording and hearing himself, and even asking you if they sounded okay. “You sound great.” But a simple hum, he ignores whatever else you had to say. Anything else you had to say would fall silent in his ears. Not only that, he began to hand around more vocalists and lyricist. Getting an opportunity to be an MC and he gladly took it. His name was getting out there, checking your medias and his face and name were being mentioned more. You felt proud but couldn’t help but feel the slight fear he was forgetting about you. “That’s ridiculous. You’re still my best friend!” Seungmin pinches your cheek, your heart squeezes at the name. Best friend, it’s all you ever will be for him. If that’s what you are still. His attention on you momentarily as his phone rings. His partner who was also an MC had called him. From the other room you heard him laugh like he’s never had. You didn’t know how long you can go and when you had enough. You and him had a huge argument like no other. Ending with him slamming door behind him, in disbelief that you weren’t supporting him. Now hitting the streets, he grinned as fans began to approach him and soon a mob. Security guards everywhere as they tried to get him through his location. Best news was when he was able to conduct the MAMA awards with a few of his idol friends. Your name never once came to mind and yet when the group got its first award he quickly ran backstage after the show to find you. Confused you weren’t there, he’d call you. It’s been three weeks he noticed since you contacted him. His messages were all mostly you texting him, few calls was always of yours and not his. And when he tried contacting you, nothing went through. That was odd, phone must not be working? But it didn’t take him long to realize it wasn’t his phone, his heart froze as he checked his Instagram to see a single story of yours revealing you on a flight. A location set to France. You left him.

JEONGIN: THE UNAFFECTION

You were fine with it. You get it not everyone’s love language was physical touch and that is why you were such a good match with him. It balanced your relationship with him, until it didn’t. You don’t know exactly when the tipping point came to be, but you do know when you began to have a different opinion on the matter. Before though, it was you who initiated everything. A kiss on the cheek, a hug, cuddles, hand holding etc. You liked it. You liked seeing your boyfriend get flustered whenever you did simple acts of affection. In public, he wasn’t fond of pda and so you respected it. Of course you held his hand every once and a while and you were understanding when he dropped your hand. The times he would make a bit of a distance between you two when the guys were around didn’t hurt, maybe a pout but like always, you were understanding. In the end, one would meet their breaking point and now was yours. Walking out on the streets to buy him a birthday gift, filled with glee as you look through the store to buy him the perfect gift. Only to come across a couple having fun. Giggling as they made jokes and fooled around, holding hands and a peck on the cheek. You didn’t realize you were staring for so long and by the time the couple was out of sight you felt bummed out. Imagining what would it be like for you and Jeongin to do such a thing just once in your relationship.

His birthday came. Everyone was around and singing him happy birthday. Large grins plastered on everyone’s faces as he blew the candles. Clapping, you lean in and kiss his cheek. “Happy Birthday!” An awkward chuckle and smile, he moves away from you slightly as he lets the boys smear a bit of cake on him. Ignoring you and trying to forget you ever even kissed him. Usually you would be okay with it, but this time. You felt that sting one would normally get. For the first time, you yearned for just a little bit of the affection most couples had. Did that make you needy? As the time went on you tried very hard to not let it get the best of you. Constant reassurance that you were fine with minimal affection, that you were okay with Jeongin pushing you away simply because he didn’t want a simple kiss to the cheek or cuddles. Yet even when no one was around, you went for cuddles and he would pull away. Focusing on his phone or tv, a smile flashing towards you just so that you know not to take it to heart but now you were. You were getting frustrated, upset that your unaffectionate boyfriend wasn’t affectionate. Hugging his back side one morning, a tired good morning. You felt content at the moment, til you weren’t. “Morning.” He’d say and slightly shrug you off. Mood immediately going sour as you take a sit down. With a huff you ate your breakfast and didn’t bother starting up a conversation like you always did.

It’s what you did most days now. You stopped initiating anything. Deciding that for once you wanted your boyfriend to pull up his big boy pants and show he was at least capable of starting something, affectionate or not, physical or not. But instead, you were more annoyed by how confused he got when you weren’t doing anything. “Why didn’t you hold my hand?” He’d ask suddenly but you would shrug. You waited, staring at his hand but nothing. And when you decided to finally hold his hand again, he brushed you off as he went back to whatever he was conversing with the guys. Feeling like you were about to explode in front of everyone who was around you swallowed down that anger. Deciding to go on with the group in silence. Jeongin didn’t notice. The icing on the cake, he began to ignore you when Han teased you and Jeongin as the young couple while standing so close at a store checking out the figurines. “I can’t do this.” You shake your head as Jeongin only eyes you and moves away from you, rushing over to stand next to Hyunjin and laugh like he didn’t just reject you. No longer moving forward you go to turn around. “Y/n, you coming?” Chan would ask. “No.” “Why? Everything okay?” Looking between them and over to Jeongin who only looks down. You wondered if he even cared, how little he bothered to check how you were. “I’m just…done.” You’ll simply say and walk off. Confused, they’d look over at Jeongin who would finally look up. See you walking away with feared, sadden eyes. What did you mean by that?

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