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lowkeyremi · 3 days

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𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 !

pairing: suna, tsukishima, ushijima, osamu, sakusa, and iwaizumi x fem!reader (separate) note: thank you for the request @nicoleisdumb ! this was so fun to write and a nice refreshing break from jjk :3 miss writing abt these boys. summary: You forgot date night ! Oops... now your man is ignoring you?? How are you gonna fix this? content: slight angst to fluff, established relationships (marriage for a few, hehehehehe I will always find a way to sneak babies in), cursing, kinda suggestive for kiyoomi's part. not proofread!!!! wc: 3.3k

❥ 𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

Rintaro is not one to usually get upset when you forget things because you're human just as he is and he forgets things all the time. He forgets his keys at home sometimes, or his wallet, sometimes he forgets his birthday, etc. (never his phone, he always has that thing).

There has never been a day that he's forgotten a date or an anniversary to your surprise. Lately, though, work has consumed both you and your boyfriend. He was handling it better though, because when you'd get home you would immediately collapse onto the bed and fall asleep. Rintaro would make sure to change you into something more comfortable and at least clean your face with a warm, wet cloth and your face wash.

Today was no different from any others. As soon as you remove your shoes and lay in the bed, all of your problems don't matter anymore. It was only around 7 pm then.

The morning had arrived in a blur. Finally, you had a day off. This morning is off though, because you don't wake up with a set of pajamas on or Rin's t-shirt. That was your first clue to something being off.

The second clue was the fact that he is not in bed. Rin doesn't get up out of bed unless he absolutely has to. Usually, he's holding you captive in his arms. Before you investigate, you take the initiative to shower and brush your teeth. When you're in a fresh pair of clothes; a tank top and shorts, you slowly make your way into the living room, sleep still in your body.

A brown tuft of hair sticks out from under your mickey mouse blanket and a body way too big for the couch is curled up on it. Why is he sleeping on the couch?

"Rin, baby, why are you on the couch?" Silence. He's awake, you know it because of the sound from his phone that's muffled by the blanket. Is he ignoring you? There's no way... he must not have heard you.

So you speak up in case he didn't hear you the first time, "Morning, Rin!"

Still nothing. He doesn't even move. What is his problem? Your mood instantly deflates into something sour. There was a hope within you that you would finally get to spend time with him today. Be it cuddles or going out.

Since he's not talking to you, you'll just decide to make breakfast in order to pass the time and fill the silence. While breakfast is being made you try to think of things you could have possibly done to upset him.

Then it suddenly clicks... you wanted to go out with him today. He had planned to take you out yesterday. That had to be it, right?

"Rinnie was yesterday date night? I'm sorry for forgetting. I think you had tickets for something? I feel so fucking bad, baby." Sleep had instantly taken you last night that you forgot to set an alarm or something so you could remember date night.

He still didn't say anything, but he did get up from the couch to get some food. His gold eyes were cold and unforgiving.

"Rintaro. I'm really sorry. I guess my body got used to going to sleep right when I got home. I didn't even check to see if we were doing anything yesterday. I'll make it up to you, we can go out tonight?"

He's not mad at you, not anymore at least. Even though he's not mad at you, he kind of wanted to be. It's hard for him to be upset with you for too long.

"Don't fall asleep this time, sleepyhead." That familiar smile that you know so well appears on his face. It causes you to smile just as wide if not wider.

In seconds your arms are wrapped around him in a loving hug. "I won't fall asleep. Promise."

❥ 𝐊. 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

Kei is mean and petty about it. Date night is usually something simple like Netflix and some homemade snacks or something of the sorts. Mainly because the two of you like to stay in rather than go out.

He texted you asking where you were, only for you to reply that there was some old close friend of yours visiting town, so you decided to hang out with them.

When you got home late into the night, it was a little too quiet for you. Kei is probably asleep or playing on his play station, you assume. So, without even knowing that your boyfriend is upset, you go through your whole nightly routine.

Upon entering your bedroom you see his body lying in bed, his chest rising and falling every second. "I'm home." Leaves your lips in a whisper. There is no response so you assume he's asleep.

Halfway through the night you can't sleep, at all. It's probably because your boyfriend's comforting hands aren't wrapped around you, like usual.

You softly nudge your boyfriend's side trying to ease him awake, "Kei."

After a few more tries he finally startles awake, "what?"

"I can't sleep." You whine, "I need you to hug me."

"Shoulda' thought 'bout that before you went off with your friend instead of having date night." His tone is sour, from both being woken up and from you forgetting date night.

A small gasp leaves your lips, suddenly the conversation you two had a week prior to last night floods your brain. You weren't working that day and neither was Kei, which meant you guys could have your annual movie marathon.

"I'm sorry baby, I completely forgot..." He doesn't say anything to you and you can't tell what he's thinking because his back is facing you.

With a new spring of motivation you hop out of bed to make some of your favorite movie snacks and grab your laptop, before heading back to your bedroom.

"How about a redo?" Kei turns his body to look at you, he eyes the snacks and your computer. How could he stay mad at you?

"Hurry up before I change my mind." A huge cat-like grin adorns your pretty face.

❥ 𝐖. 𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀

"Daddy, why red circle?" Your little son Nao asks looking at the calendar on the fridge.

"Mommy and Daddy were supposed to go out tonight, but work called Mommy and asked her to come." Wakatoshi explains to his three year old.

The original plan was for Nao's nanny to come a little early because Wakatoshi finally had time off of work and so did you. When she came to take care of your son you two were going to go to dinner and see this new jazz group.

Wakatoshi had only told his son part of the truth, you did have to suddenly go to work but it wasn't because they called you in, it was because you requested to work late, so you could have more time off in the future.

The only reason he sugar-coded it was, because he would never want to paint you in a bad light.

The both of you have enough to support the household and live a steady life so he has no idea why you decided to go into work tonight. It seems you'd even forgotten that you were supposed to go out on a date with him tonight.

"Mommy not gettin' dinner with you?" He asks for clarity.

"Yeah, that's right." He gives the little guy a pat to the head.

"So it's just you and me. After bath time and dinner we can do something fun like watch a movie."

"We watch Dootopa?" He asks with a beaming smile on his face.

"You wanna watch Zootopia?"

"Yes yes!!!" That is his all time favorite movie. Flash the sloth is his favorite character next to Judy Hopps.

"Okay, well lets hurry up and get bath time and dinner time over with."

When you arrive home, your two favorite boys are fast asleep on the couch. You make the assumption they've been watching movies all night because Toy Story 2 is playing and neither are awake to watch it.

Nao is curled up in his father's lap, while Wakatoshi's hand is supporting him in case he falls.

You pick the sleeping little boy up in order to take him to his bed. Wakatoshi ever the light sleeper awakes when you remove Nao from his lap.

Instead of smiling and kissing you goodnight he turns the TV off and proceeds to walk straight to your shared bedroom without a word.

You quickly place your son down in his bed kissing him goodnight. You know why he's upset with you and there's an eagerness for you to fix it.

"I totally forgot about dinner, honey, I'm sorry." Those words leave your lips as soon as you enter your bedroom.

Your hurry to change into something more comfortable so you can join him in bed.

"Don't be mad 'Toshi." He grunts, his back is turned to you, so who knows what he's thinking.

Luckily for you he tends to not hold grudges.

"I'll get us a reservation at your favorite place," desperation seeps into your voice when he still doesn't answer you, "I really feel dumb for calling into work today, please cut me a break baby-"

"You aren't dumb, by any means, and I'm not mad. I'm confused." That's when you remember that Wakatoshi doesn't usually ignore you when he's upset about something.

The reason he doesn't say anything is usually because he's thinking.

You wait for him to tell you why he's confused and as you do so you sink into bed. At the point he turns over to see your face.

"I'm confused as to why you needed to work late when you already have so many days off."

"Well- I was hoping the three of us could go on vacation this summer, if the team doesn't require you to do your workouts there." His confusion is replaced with awe.

"Just ask them for days off, if they dock your pay it won't matter. We have enough to live comfortably, I promise." It feels good to finally have your man looking into your eyes again. A relieved sigh leaves your lips.

❥ 𝐎. 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀

"Forgettin' something?" Your husband asks right before you walk out the door to go to your best friend's baby shower. He's leaning against the door frame, his huge arms flex when he goes to cross them over his equally large chest.

Is there something you're forgetting? Nothing rings a bell, so you assume he means you're about to forget to kiss him goodbye.

You lean into kiss him and he kisses you back of course, but there's still a pout on his face and he doesn't look satisfied.

"I love you, 'Samu! I gotta get going before I'm late!" So you forgot about it. You forgot that tonight Osamu was supposed to take you to the shop and fix up a nice dinner for you two at your favorite table. He'd serve your favorite wine and you two would talk about the stupidest things into the early hours of the morning. He even closed early for tonight.

I mean, he can't blame you, your best friend of a lifetime is having a baby shower, and of course she wants you there. It would have made him feel a little bit better if you at least remembered it, but you didn't.

Osamu wouldn't be a Miya if he wasn't at least a little bit petty about it. He's decided he'll ignore you until you figure out that you'd forgotten about your date tonight. Maybe if he's not too sour he'll make dinner for you.

The petty man in question has been watching the clock for the past twenty minutes. You were supposed to be home by now, because it's already 8:45 pm. The baby shower started at 6 and ended at 7, so, where are you?

Just as he asks himself that question, the telltale sound of keys on the other end of the door snaps him out of his trance.

"Hey baby, I'm back!" The door swings open and your pretty face greets him.

He doesn't say anything back to you, he just pretends to be busy on his phone.

"Sorry I got back so late, I stayed to help her clean everything up." Your eyes watch your husband carefully, checking for any sign of him being upset, because he doesn't say anything yet again.

"What's wrong, 'Samu?" Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He's definitely mad, now you just need to figure out why.

After a quick change into your slippers and your keys are on the rack you walk up to him, giving him a hug from behind. You rest your chin on his shoulder. He's scrolling through twitter, his personal one not the one for promoting the shop.

"Why are you sulking? You're acting like your brother." Osamu accepts his fate, you know he can't ignore you when you compare him to his brother.

"Do not compare me to that oversized baby." When he hears your beautiful laugh he almost forgets why he was upset, almost.

"Did I not tell ya that ya were forgettin' somethin' before ya left?" The question in his voice makes you think for a second.

"Was it not a kiss?" He shakes his head. Now you're completely lost.

"I was 'posed to take ya down to the shop and we were gonna eat at our table." When he finishes his sentence you gasp in remembrance. Oh shit. You forgot about date night.

"Baby, you can't possibly be telling me I had to choose you or her." He stiffens for a brief moment, then relaxes.

"Nah, I was just hoping ya'd at least remember it." A shudder rolls down his spine when you give him a small kiss on the neck.

"I'm sorry for forgetting, baby. Let's have a do ov-" Osamu doesn't allow you to finish because he scoops you up bridal style and brings you into the kitchen to set you down on the counter.

"Ya better watch me cook or I won't forgive you."

"Aye aye captian!"

"Yer so annoying." He smiles at you.

❥ 𝐊. 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀

"Bye baby! Mama and Dada love you!" Your baby girl waves at you shyly as you and Kiyoomi drop her off with her grandparents.

"I wuv you too! Bye bye Mama, bye bye Dada." Kiyoomi hugs his daughter tightly before setting her down next to her grandma.

"Alright, sweet girl, make sure to be good for nana and poppa okay?" She nods her adorable little head, the tiny ponytails you put in her hair swing rapidly.

As soon as you guys are in the car, a look of excitement flashes in your husband's eyes.

"What?" You can't help smile when he looks at you like that.

"Made us that reservation for brunch like you asked." Your smile immediately drops. You'd forgotten that you and Kiyoomi planned this whole weekend out already. You two had planned this weekend two weeks prior, which is kind of why you forgot and booked a mani-pedi for an hour from now.

"Fuckkkkk." Why do you forget the most important things?

"Kiyo, can we do dinner instead? I forgot about brunch and booked a mani-pedi because today is the only day my nail lady could fit me in."

A tension forms almost immediately when you inform him of your plans. Guilt is heavy on your stomach while listening to your husband cancel brunch over the phone. The rest of the car ride is silent except for the sound that's happening outside of the car.

Your husband is kind enough to drop you off at your nail appointment. You feel so bad as you hop out of the car, so in order to try and smooth things over you offer for him to come inside but he just mumbles a quick, "No thank you, I'll come get you when it's done."

That's how you ended up spilling everything to your nail lady. She shakes her head as she shapes the gel nails into the shape you asked for. "What's his favorite color on you, sweetheart?"

You think for a second before answering, "He loves when I get sage green." The woman gives you a knowing smile and you connect the dots as to what she's referring to.

"You want him to feel better? Take him to dinner and then give him a night to remember with those pretty nails. Works every time with my husband." She says with a mischievous smile.

Your eyes widen for a second, "Oh my- I- we haven't had time to do anything because our little girl requires most of our time, but she's with her grandparents for the weekend."

The nail lady giggles as she goes to find your color. "Honey, if that's not a sign to get laid then I don't know what is!"

When your appointment is over you see the cadillac waiting for you in the parking lot. Kiyoomi doesn't even bother to look up when you enter the car.

"Got your favorite color." You purr with a seductive smile on your face. Kiyoomi doesn't spare you a glance, "Cool."

"Stop being so mean, I'm sorry about brunch. I made a reservation for dinner." That finally baits his attention, he turns to you, a nasty look in his eyes.

"Oh I actually think I'm going to be busy, can't go to dinner." He mocks your voice to make you feel what he had felt earlier. He's being mean, but he doesn't mean it. He still kind of has this habit of getting defensive when he or his pride is hurt.

"Too busy to get a blowjob in the car after dinner?" You know you've got him when he stops breathing for a few seconds. Your husband is only a man, and what kind of man would he be to deny a blowjob from his wife?

"Shit, should have started with that. Let me see your nails." The whole time he inspects your pretty hands there's a smirk on your face.

"I love this color on you baby."

"I know you do Kiyo. Now, let's get home, we have to get ready for dinner tonight."

Having your daughter stay with her grandparents for the weekend was the best decision you guys have made in a while.

❥ 𝐇. 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈

Hajime has been ignoring you for the past two hours and you can't figure out why.

You know you haven't done anything to piss him off recently (or so you think), so his behavior is kind of strange. Nothing you did made him listen to you either.

He doesn't even let you know he's leaving for work, which reminds you of yesterday. You were so excited to go see your cousin's puppy you'd forgotten to tell your boyfriend you'd be out for awhile.

Suddenly while you're tidying up the kitchen you briefly remember him asking you on a date... yesterday.

That's probably why he's ignoring you.

So of course, being the problem solver you are, you head to the store to get stuff to set up a nice date at home.

You decorate the table with pretty rose petals and cook his favorite meal for him. Candles light up the table and two glasses of wine are set on the table.

Hajime lets out a loud groan as he enters the house, working with a bunch of athletes all the time is quite tiring. What he doesn't expect is the dimmed lights and quiet music playing from the alexa in the kitchen.

For the first time today he talks to you, "What's all this?"

"An apology for forgetting our date last night. I set up an at home date for us." He tries and fails to look upset, still.

"I'm glad you remembered," he pauses, "the day after our date." A snort leaves his lips and you roll your eyes.

"At least I remembered. Hurry up and put your stuff up so we can eat. The food is gonna get cold."

It's safe to say he forgives with the way a lopsided grin adorns his face.

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lookingformoondrop · 6 months

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could i request a boyfriend!andrew graves x reader headcannons or scenarios? i LOVE TCOAAL🫶🫶

Boyfriend! Andrew Graves x Reader - Headcanons

TW: Andy has a foul mouth, reader gets groped, Andy is a little possessive, a tiny bit of violence (-is always the answer)

♥︎Notes: I'm kind of an idiot so if you notice something is spelled incorrectly, feel free to send me a dm so i can fix it (totally not at all referring to my first Yandere!Andy x Reader post where I spelled dark as darmfk ;-;). Also this is kind of short because so many people requested for Andy x Reader, so I didn't want to pull out all the stops. I hope this meets your expectations <3.♥︎

The first thing you gotta to know about dating Andy, is that he's very touch starved.

I can just headcanon that due to his aloof personality and very broody behavior, he doesn't get many hugs...

So when you enter his life, best believe that Andy shows you this completely different side of him!

I'm talking.... Cuddling in the mornings till the point where you're almost late for work because he refuses to let you go.

I'm talking.... Andy being able to sense when you're about to go into the shower. His spidey-senses tingles, and the moment you're about to hop in, he's right there already getting his hair wet.

I'm talking.... Trapping you with his kisses when you're making food, definitely not noticing that he's causing you to burn dinner.

And no amount of protest can deter this man either.

Speaking of making food... Andrew is the master-chef of the house!

Now he's no Gorden Ramsey (as he likes to tell you whenever he makes you a sandwich), but everyone knows that one bite of his food is enough to make a sailor come back to the land.

So it's very nifty when you're sick and at home, in need to have someone take care of you.

The first time you ever got sick was when you and Andy were still living separately.

It was a Friday night, and it was supposed to be your 1-year anniversary with Andy. Unfortunately, due to some unhygienic biotch at the office, you caught a cold and had to cancel.

At first Andy didn't respond, instead leaving you on read. You felt bad, figuring that he was mad at you for canceling.

But lo' and behold, exactly 10 minutes later, that was a frantic sound of keys jiggling into the your front door.

You had gotten up from your couch-potato position to see the person who wanted to rush into your home so badly, when it occurred to you;

Andrew is the only one with another set of keys...

And with that realization, Andy burst through the door with a pharmacy store bag in one hand, and a grocery store bag in another.

In an instant, Andy made you take a disgusting amount of cold medicine, and blessed your cold home with the warmth and smell of spices and herbs (likely all from the soup).

When the food was ready, he sat you up with a pillow and hand-fed you soup for the rest of the night. You felt so bad for ruining your anniversary, but everytime you tried to apologize for it, Andrew would stuff your mouth with more soup and would say;

"I don't care about that romance and anniversary shit. We don't need to go to a fancy restaurant or an expensive place just to feel like we're honoring an important date. That date is important because it is our date. We don't need to one-up that memorable time just to remind everyone of how special it is... Y/N, you're crying into the soup."

Needless to say, you cried.

But Andrew doesn't just take care of you...You best believe he also protects.

Well, sorta.

You could be in a grocery store, at a Boba shop, in the mall, getting new shoes, it wouldn't matter, Andrew would always have his hand on your waist.

Be it because he saw someone look at you, doesn't matter who or how old they are, he'll always wrap his arms around you and whisper ever so softly, "You're mine..."

It has definitely given you some weird looks over the years, but you know he means well.

And if anyone ever actually looks at you funny? It's over for them.

Andrew will make it VERY clear that you're not to be messed with.

For example, a couple of months into your relationship, you were riding the train. Enjoying a simple conversation about suspicious neighbors and whatnot, when all of the sudden some guy came up behind you and tried groping you discreetly.

Andy noticed very quickly that all the blood drained from your face. He looked behind you and noticed the old geezer trying to get a hand full of someone way younger than them, and Andrew could feel every restraint in his body snap.

In an act of "self-defense" as told to the cops later on, Andrew punched the living daylights of the guy and sent him flying into a pole.

You fussed over Andy's fist for awhile, completely forgetting about how you felt. But the only thing Andy could think about was how he should've hit that guy harder.

When you guys were finally walking home, hand in hand, you leaned on Andrew.

"I'm sorry about today Andy... I didn't mean for you to get all banged up."

Andrew snorted, "My knuckle is a little scratched up, so what? That perverted asshole had it coming for him."

You kissed Andy's cheek, which granted you a dark blush from Andy, and a grin from you.

"Thank you Aaandy~" You brushed his hand with your thumb,

Being in a relationship with Andy is a little messy, and yes sometimes a little crazy. But no matter what happens, Andy will always stick by your side.

"You're welcome, sweetheart." Andy squeezed your hand in return.

Thank you for the ask<3

#the coffin of andy and leyley #x reader #andrew graves #andy graves #headcanons #y/n #andrew graves x reader #andy graves x reader #relationship headcanons #cute #what else do i put here #not proofread #andy and leyley #the coffin of andy and leyley headcanons #dem kids swear up and down

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ifimdreaming · 1 month

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Sick

Luke Hughes x Reader // Blurb

a/n: I’m sick rn so I wrote this about luke taking care of a sick reader and cuddling together.

It’s hard to describe the feeling of bliss that covers you as his hand is gently rubbing your back. Reassurance that he’s not going anywhere is evident in every soft stroke against your skin.

You weren’t used to someone caring so much. You weren’t used to anyone devoting their time to you or caring to help you feel so loved and protected.

You needed that. You needed him by your side. You had spent all morning trying to find the strength to get over your illness but you were useless on your own.

You finally decided to call him from the floor of your bathroom and urge him to come over which he was more than willing to do.

And you felt so guilty but you knew you needed him.

Lukes eyes stay fixed on you as you lay beside each other in your bed, although your eyes are closed as you lay with a towel across your forehead, barely dressed and fighting the worst flu you’ve ever experienced.

But that didn’t stop your boyfriend from sticking as close by your side as humanly possible. Including holding your hair while you were throwing up and peeling your body off of the bathroom floor. helping you take a shower and then ultimately getting you in bed with medication, food, and water in your system. Making sure you were all taken care of.

Your head was still so dizzy you could hardly focus on anything besides for how badly you felt in this moment. Lukes soothing voice occasionally checking in on your condition keeping you as sane as you possibly could be

“Has the medicine started kicking in yet?” He asks in a whisper as he adjusts himself beside you, reaching for the blanket to cover your shivering body. He brings his hand up to your face to move your hair away from your eyes, unaware if you are even still awake to acknowledge his question.

“Mhm” you hum reluctantly, not really sure if what you’re saying is true considering you’re still fevered but feeling the effects of the night time cold medicine making you extremely drowsy.

“Good baby. Why don’t you go to sleep now.” luke says to you again reassuringly making sure you know you don’t have to fight yourself to stay awake.

You knew he’d stay. You knew he’d take of you. But you needed to be sure.

“Please say you’ll stay” you say to him, your muffled voice barely audible, not feeling strong enough to open your mouth very much to speak clearer.

“Of course I’ll stay. I’m not going anywhere baby. Go to sleep” he says with a sweet tone that fills you with comfort as he moves himself impossibly closer to you.

He reaches his hand to stroke your face and places gentle kisses on your cheeks and down your neck, causing you to let out a soft giggle.

You open your eyes to see his furrowed brows and concerned eyes let up as he sees you smiling back at him. You lean up to place a kiss on his lips. You couldn’t help it.

Luke returns the favour and passionately kisses you back, his hand shooting up to stroke your hair as he pulls you into him.

You pull away gently, “thank you” you say with a small smile, “for taking care of me” you add.

“I love you.” He says and follows your lead as you pull the covers over both of your bodies, getting more comfortable in bed.

You turn your body so your back is flesh against his bare chest, scooting your butt into him and letting him spoon you with his arm draped around you, holding you close to him.

Luke leans his face into your neck and kisses you again softly

“I’m right here baby. Always” he whispers to your ear knowing how much it really means to you to hear that.

Just his presence alone is enough to make you feel so much more cared for than you ever could’ve imagined.

As you lay in silence together you can feel his heartbeat against your back and the subtle rhythmic thump is enough to finally ease you into a peaceful sleep.

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moshpitgamma · 4 months

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pls write a john dory nsfw headcanons / fic if u can !!! <3 love ur writing!

Sureeee I’m so sorry for taking so long😭

John Dory x Reader||NSFW Headcannons

Warning:sexual themes——————————

🚎He is at least 7.5 inches and is a grower more than a shower.

🚎John cums a lot. I mean he’s literally a bussing waterfall.

🚎He doesn’t like to be quiet during sex so prepare for little compliments, jokes, and loud, deep and rugged moans.

🚎When y’all fuck Rhonda rocks👀

🚎(Act like they have phones in this)If you send a spicy pic to him with your location, this man if full sprinting to it. He’s there in about 5 minutes.

🚎His kinks are spanking, bdsm, edging, and food play. Y’all can’t tell me he isn’t the type of man to put whip cream on his body and let you lick it or vice versa.

🚎Will sneak up behind you if you’re bending over and just rub his hard bulge on your ass.

🚎Loves when you sit on his lap. It usually ends in a hot makeout session with you doing cowgirl.

🚎He is a totally ass and thigh man. I also headcannon he like bigger people and just loves to leave hickeys and love bites on their thighs.

🚎He loves to take risks, so if you wanna have sex in a crowded place, he’s there holding you up in the corner with his hand over your mouth to muffle the slutty sounds coming from you.

🚎John can last about 3-4 rounds. If you’re up for more he’s just letting you overstimulate him.

🚎He is 100% a top but bottoms out when he’s tired.

🚎Morning sex is a MUST. He’s just rubbing you through your panties/boxers while you’re still sleep just to hear your sleepy moans.

🚎He loves to have unserious sex but if the mood is DEEP, he’s stuffing you and making this experience as loving and serious and possible.

🚎Since he’s been in Rhonda for 20 years not having to worry about his growth down there. He’s hairy and doesn’t really shave or maintain his hair until you say something. If you don’t then you’re fucking a beast.

🚎loves to mark you and makes you wear clothes that show them. He will even ask you to do the same to him and he’ll show it with pride.

🚎If y’all met in his band days, he would take his anger out on you and angry sex with him would just make you immobile and shaking with pleasure.

🚎His biggest turn ons are you wearing his clothes, doing things for him, or you literally scolding or yelling. (He loves a feisty s/o)

🚎If you pull his hair while he’s giving head, he’s going max speed and has an adrenaline boost right then and there cause he’s making his s/o feel good

🚎His aftercare is IMMACULATE. He will fix you a snack, give you some water, and run you a bath. Once you’re taken care of, he’s knocked out like a light right on top of you.

THE ENDDD😘😘😘 (Do y’all actually enjoy my content?)😲🥺

#trolls john dory #john dory x reader #trolls #brozone x reader #brozone #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls x reader

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ilovepaigebueckerss · 6 days

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the other woman.

p.b x reader

summary: while paige is out with her fellow UCONN team members, you join a live to see something that could ruin everything.

authors note: ummm guys this is my first ever fic? idk but enjoy and lemme know what i can fix!! i also do not know how to use tumblr at all so ignore that. also should i make a pt. 2??

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you’re kind of a loser so whenever your girlfriend paige goes out with her team you usually just stay home. your mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you get a notification ‘Ice Brady is now live!’ you decide to click on the live due to your boredom. you see them sitting around talking about their recent win and their plans for after the season. you notice everyone on the team was there except paige and azzi. you decide to just ignore it cause maybe they are in the bathroom and you don’t wanna overthink it. ice then flips the camera showing a curly haired girl and blonde girl in the corner kissing each other. ‘is that MY blonde?..’ you ask yourself. you can see the fear in ices face as she realizes what she just did, ending the live quickly. tears swell in your eyes as you try to process what just happened.

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your eyes are puffy and red from you crying all night. you read the alarm clock next to you ‘1:03’ you then hear a familiar voice calling your name. the voice makes you feel sick to your stomach. just thinking about the events that unfolded made you sick. “y/nnnn” paige calls for you all singy songy. you then realize that she isn’t alone. you hear another familiar voice and your stomach drops when you realize who it is. azzi fudd. “in the room” you reply dully but loud enough for them to hear. “hiiiii babbbyyyy” paige says, smiling brightly. “hi y/n” azzi says smiling. “hey.” you respond, not wanting to talk to either of them. “i got her from here, thanks azzi.” you say taking the drunk blonde in your hands. “no problem! goodnight!” she replies.

you turn to the drunken blonde in your arms and you cant help but smile. for some reason.. even after tonight she still brings you a sense of comfort. you should hate her, but you just cant seem to bring yourself to. “I’m gonna start you a shower, okay?” you say facing the blonde. “okkkayyyy” she responds, kissing your lips. it feels weird, knowing that her lips were on someone else’s. you lead paige on the bed and she sits down and starts scrolling on her phone as she waits for her shower to be ready.

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while paige takes her shower you set out some boxers and a white tank top for her to put on whenever shes done. you go to get her some tea and aspirin, so the hangover in the morning isn’t as bad. you start to zone out. letting your thoughts get to you. ‘why her and not me?’ you question, the next thing you know your crying. your actually sobbing. you were so busy with your thoughts you didn’t realize paige had already came back. “y/n?” she asked concern filling her voice. you quickly wipe your tears and respond “yes paige?” sounding squeaky. ‘shit’ you think to yourself. paige walks in the living room where you sat. “hey, hey, whats wrong?” she asks you. “nothing, paige I’m just tired.” you respond dully. she frowns at your response. “y/n, baby, talk to me please” you say nothing. “I’m going to bed.” you respond. paige frowns again, but decides to just leave it alone.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #paige x azzi #fanfic #uconn wbb #uconn huskies

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nosesitter · 10 months

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So helpful ! Joel miller

1.4k words

Warning: Dark and perv! joel miller, AFAB!reader, male and female masturbation, dub con, drug use, male voyeuristic, light stalking, breaking and entering lmao, Joel is 55, reader is 24, somewhat established relationship (she be in his apartment), my punctuation (sorry I’m a American and texan)

Gif not mine!

A/N: first public drabble to post in quite a while. Getting thoughts onto here are harder than it sounds be patient I do a lot of drugs but have lots of ideas. So yeah enjoy!

Helpful neighbor!Joel miller installed your rings cameras for you. How sweet! When he tested them he connected his phone up to it. Now he has access to your house inside and out but you don’t know that.

Since moving into your apartment things have been great! The area is perfect you’re not too close to town but if you need anything it’s not a long drive. The neighbors are also great! There’s Martha who lives across your apartment, there’s Josh and Cathy who live to the right of you, and then to the left is Joel Miller, 55 years old and utterly attractive. Joel wasn’t a man of many words but he was very helpful, especially whenever you needed help.

It started off small at first a few stolen Amazon packages, your plants outside your door knocked over, but what finally pushed you into getting the cameras was when you came home one night and your apartment was broken into. Nothing was stolen thank god and your cat didn’t run too far, Joel was able to catch her and keep her at his place.

Too scared to sleep at your place for the night Joel offered his apartment for you until you felt safe. That night you ordered the cameras.

“How come none of these cameras are easy install? I have to have some sort of power tool.” You say to Joel as you sit as his breakfast bar scrolling Amazon. He’s currently in the kitchen making something to eat for you, his way of apologizing cause he wasn’t there to stop the break in.

“I could install them for you, I do have the power tools for it.” He says turning around pan in hand as he scoops out the pasta he made onto your plate.

“I’m gonna be busy this week, it’s okay I’ll just wait till I-“

“I can install them it won’t be a problem, I can come early in the morning.” Joel goes running in the morning and when you’re leaving for work he’s coming back from his run.

“Thank you Joel, for everything.” Reaching over you grab his hand and for a moment no one says anything and it’s quiet besides your cats collar making noise. Him making dinner and you just sitting there. It’s domestic, something Joel didn’t think he’d have after Sarah left for college 2 years ago.

He can’t help but kinda feel bad for breaking into your apartment. He just wanted to have something from you. His thick fingers trailing over your pillow, leaning over his nose fills with your scent, the scent of your vanilla shampoo lingers. Joels slowly walking around seeing fragments of your life scattered around the small apartment, clothes pouring out the closet, your bong on the living room table that’s half smoked, your cat curled up on your side of the bed. Before he leaves he passes your laundry room, right on top of the laundry basket there’s a black lace thong. Joel pockets it.

🫶🏻

By the time you get out the shower Joel is knocking at the door. You stand there and think get dressed or open it. Latching your towel around you tightly you rush to the front door. “I’m sorry Joel but I’m running late.” Joel stands their tool bag in hand as you rush back into the bathroom. Droplets of water trailing on the floor behind you.

“The box is on the counter! Just put a camera in each room please!” Joel stands there for a moment as his gaze fixes to the cracked bathroom door, steam coming from the room, your cat poking it’s head in to see you, and your shadow moving against the door showing you beginning to dress.

Twenty minutes later you emerge from the bathroom hair dry, makeup done, and clothed. You come out to see Joel standing on a step ladder in the corner of your living room. He’s drilling the camera into the wall, flannel tied around his waist as his back and arm muscles contract under his gray shirt. He stops and then turns to see you and he smiles.

“Good morning sunshine, are you about to leave?” You nod your head at him as you gather your bags together. “I’ll try to finish up quick-“

“It’s all good, here you can leave whenever.” You hold out your hand and in it is a little silver key. It’s quite a big step in Joel’s eyes but to you he’s someone you can trust. He takes the key, smiles and as he slips it in his pocket his fingers rub against your thong that’s also in there.

“I’ll see you later Joel, thanks again.” And with that you’re out the door.

An hour later and Joel’s done. He sits on your couch and pulls your bong you tried to “hide” behind the couch and hits it as the ring app loads up. As he’s connecting his phone to the cameras, and looking at the angles he can see you at he notices the little blue light in the corner. Reaching into his tool bag he digs around grabbing a sharpie and starts coloring over the blue dot.

🫶🏻

It’s late by the time you come back home but Joel is still awake waiting just for you. He gets up from his couch and heads to his bedroom where yours is adjacent just on the other side of the thin wall. He decides to use the cameras. Pulling out his phone his finger hesitates over the app he thinks about it for a second. Thinks about how you’ve been so nice to him, it’s under false pretense of course but it’s still genuine niceness.

The thought doesn’t last long cause Joel can hear your shower turn on so he presses on the camera app and opens the one in your room.

He can see you sitting on your bed rolling a joint in nothing but your panties. He swallows hard as you nod your head along to the music softly playing. He wishes he could be over there to greet you everyday to run your shower and cook dinner, to fuck you stupid till you’re not thinking anymore.

His cock starts to press against the lining of his pajama pants. He rubs his hand over the clothed erection as he watches you more. You finish rolling and begin your search for a lighter. Prancing around in your panties Joel’s mind goes dark. He thinks about how you’re just freely out here. He knows that you don’t know he’s watching you but he can’t help but think that this is a show you’re putting on for him. His own personal show. Just. For. Him

His fingers are yanking down his waistband and pulling them over his balls. He’s really hard now. Opening up his hand he spits into it and then lubes himself up. Starting out slow, his pointer finger and thumb squeezing the tip as he begins to jerk himself. You’re laying on your stomach, legs kicking behind you as you smoke your joint. Joel doesn’t mind the smell honestly he might buy weed from you later.

“Fucking tease.” He hisses out as he begins to make his grip tighter and pace faster. He’s not looking at the cameras anymore as he strokes himself only thinking of you and how you’d be such a sweet girl for him. Reaching down to cup his balls Joel is punched back to reality when he hears his name just slightly.

Ripping one of his hands away from himself he grabs his phone and sees you. Fucking slut, hands between your legs, joint between your lips chanting his name low. He came right then and there, massaging the cum all over his dick in his hand as he moans at the sight of you. A few minutes later of watching you, your hands slips away and you lay there catching your breath. Swinging your legs over the bed you hop up, smush the joint in the ash tray and then kick the bathroom door close.

Joel saw that he able to save that whole video. He did and he rewatched it 2 more times. Hearing your sweet voice whimper his name as you play with your clit. Unknowingly you just got Joel addicted. He needed you bad.

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#joel miller one shot #pervy!joel miller #joel miller smut #pedro pascal smut #the last of us #dark joel miller #joel miller #joel x female reader

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happybird16 · 10 months

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Im on fire today I guess but now I just cant stop thinking about Levi's chest. Suggestive

“You want me to do what now?” Levi asks, his tone filled with incredulity. His expression contorts with a mixture of confusion and exasperation, his eyebrows furrowing as he struggles to comprehend your request. He has just finished his morning shower, and droplets of water cling enticingly to his well-defined, muscular torso. His pale skin is still soft and flushed from the heat of the water. The soft overhead light highlights the sheen on his flesh, adding to the allure of the moment.

You’ve interrupted Levi as he is in the midst of choosing a shirt, causing him to twist around to face you with an incredulous look from around the closet door. His gaze meets yours, and he tries to make sense of your unusual request.

"Can you do a couple jumping jacks for me? Shirtless?" you ask again, your eyes fixed on a bead of water trailing down between his pectorals, unable to resist the temptation.

Levi's response is swift and resolute, his tone short and clipped. "No," he answers firmly, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. He reaches for a grey t-shirt hanging on a nearby hanger, hastily pulling it over his head. "Not going to happen. I love you, but I'm not hopping up and down for your amusement."

You playfully whine, exaggerating your pout and pushing out your bottom lip. Raising your hands, you motion vaguely towards his chest. "But I want to see them bounce," you protest, your voice filled with playful longing.

His hair is still wet, and you can spot bits of moisture darkening the fabric of his chosen t-shirt, wetting it to cling to his muscles. Levi rolls his eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Nice try,” he says, his voice laced with amusement. “I'm not falling for some puppy dog eyes and a quivering lip.” Closing the distance between you, Levi envelops you in his arms, his hip pressing against yours. His thumb gently tugs at the skin of your bottom lip. “I do enough weird shit for you on a daily basis.”

A frown creases your forehead as you tug at the bottom hem of his shirt. Desperate to get your way, you intensify the quiver in your lip, attempting to coax some wetness into your eyes. “Please?” you plead, hoping to sway him with your earnest expression.

Levi sighs heavily, his frustration palpable as he rolls his eyes and throws his head back in an exaggerated manner. The movement is accompanied by a slight slump in his shoulders, as if he’s momentarily resigned to fulfill your request. “Fine,” he relents, his voice tinged with mock exasperation. Jerkily, he pulls the fabric of his shirt back up and over his head, tossing it onto the nearby bed. A playful smile tugs at his lips. “But just this once, and you owe me big time.”

A mischievous spark dances in your eyes as you celebrate your small victory. You can’t help but feel a surge of excitement as you watch Levi willingly position himself in the center of the room, his bare chest on full display. The play of light accentuates the contours of his sculpted physique, highlighting the definition of his muscles. With each leap of his jumping jacks, his muscles flex, their strength and power evident in every movement. The droplets of water that still cling to his skin glisten and shimmer in the light, casting a mesmerizing effect. The sight is almost hypnotic, drawing your gaze as his body moves through the air.

As Levi jumps, you can’t help but appreciate the natural elasticity of his pectoral muscles. They bounce rhythmically with each leap, an enchanting display of their inherent flexibility. The contrast between the firmness of his physique and the dynamic movement of his muscles creates a captivating visual spectacle. It’s as if his body is a work of art in motion, his bare chest an exquisite canvas where strength and grace harmoniously collide.

Your gaze remains fixed on Levi, captivated by the fluidity of his movements and the enticing bounce of his chest. As the jumping jacks come to an end, Levi stands still, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He gives you a knowing look, a playful challenge evident in his eyes. “Satisfied?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips. “Can I put my shirt back on now?”

A mischievous grin spreads across your face as you shake your head, relishing in the playful mischief that has taken hold of the moment. “Not yet,” you reply, your voice laced with excitement. “Can you do a couple more?”

Levi lets out a loud sigh, a combination of amusement and exasperation. He playfully rolls his eyes, knowing exactly where this is heading. “Don’t you dare start on how you want to hold them,” he warns, a playful tone in his voice.

You giggle mischievously, feigning innocence. “Who, me?” you ask with a sly smile. “I was just going to suggest admiring the bounce from a different angle. Maybe a slow-motion replay?”

Levi can’t help but chuckle at your playful response, a mixture of amusement and disbelief on his face. “You’re incorrigible,” he says, shaking his head in mock exasperation. Adjusting the band of his grey sweatpants, he mutters under his breath, “What a way to start the day.” Despite his playful complaint, it’s clear that he was enjoying the spirited exchange.

After a moment, Levi relents and decides to indulge your request. “Alright, a couple more it is,” he concedes in an exasperated tone. With a mix of mischief and snark, he adds, “Do you want to pull up a chair? Get yourself a ‘better view’?”

#levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi/reader #i want to see his chest jiggle :(((((#n.sfw #im going to tag this as n.sfw #but it really isn't it's mostly just muscle worship #levi ackerman x reader #levi thirst #levi ackerman thirst

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emilyssky · 11 months

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Chapter 8: Maybe

PAIRING: Lee Know! X fem!reader

GENRE(S): college au, smut, angst

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and abuse, depression, self-harm, eating disorders etc.. mentions of blood, swearing, smoking, smut [ dirty talk, oral; giving and receiving, choking, spanking, praising, degradation, pet names, sometimes Minho is a dick :)

SUMMARY: "Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?"

"What?"

"You said; Always leave people a little better than you found them" he looked at the floor with a small smile for a few seconds and then his eyes found mine. "You really annoyed me when we first met. I envied your optimism and excitement for life. But each time I saw you, I felt a certain thrill. You made me angry, you made me laugh., you made me feel everything. Something about you made me feel a little more alive each time. I know I fucked up and I know I'm an asshole but I'm also brutally in love with you."

Minho's POV:

I run a hand through my sweaty hair, in attempt to fix it but it's pointless, I need a shower. I love this feeling though. The sweat running down your forehead, the air leaving your lungs, the sound of your heart beating filling your ears. Mornings like these are my favorite, especially now that most of the students are gone cause of the winter break and the studio is almost empty, and I have basically the whole place to myself. I have been coming to dance more and more in the past few weeks and I admit that it did start because of her but coming here again made me realize just how much I've missed it. So now it's something that I do for myself, watching her is a plus. I gulp down half of my water bottle and pull my phone out of my pocket. I have 2 missed calls from Chan. I know that he's been suspecting something for a few days now, he's not stupid but I've been avoiding him only because I know that he's gonna go all protective over his best friend and I don't really wanna deal with a talk like that right now. He is, however, one of the closest people to me and I can't really avoid him much longer. I send him a quick text, telling him that I'll come over and put my phone back in my pocket. I adjust the strap of my dance bag as I continue to walk until I hear the all-too-familiar song playing and freeze. She has 10 specific songs that she uses, so it's easy for me to know whenever she's here. I smile to myself and turn to the opposite hall without even thinking. I stop at the door and scoot a bit to the left so she won't see me. From where I'm standing I see her from the side, her hair is in a high ponytail with a few loose curls escaping and falling down her face and neck. She's dressed in a black sweater and black boodie shorts that hug her ass perfectly. I let my eyes travel from the curve of it down to her long, toned legs and can't help but lick my lips at the sight. She usually hides her body underneath layer and layer of clothes way too big for her, so this is a rare sight that I only get to see when I'm secretly watching her practice every Monday, Tuesday, and Saturday morning, maybe Friday night if I'm lucky. It's something I look forward to after my practice. I won't ever say it out loud though, I wouldn't ever admit how I can stand hours behind the thick glass, watching her body move to the music. Watching the way her long curly hair moves when she turns on her toes or how delicate her hand movements look even from far away. She reminds me of a bird when she dances. It's like her feet don't even touch the ground with hands as delicate and light as wings and her movements so perfectly blended together, that it's mesmerizing. She is fascinating to me in so many ways, until she opens her mouth. Fuck, she can make my eyes roll all the way to the back of my head. She's challenging me in a way that I never expected and how much I'm drawn to her is something I'm not ready to admit yet. Being a dick to her didn't work, she's not the type of girl that bites her tongue, but avoiding her didn't work either. Not to mention how fucking hard it was. Her presence alone is enough to light up a whole fucking room. She carries a certain light with her that annoys me to no end, mostly because she reminds me so much of my sister that sometimes I let my walls down without even realizing it. Both hold the same light in their eyes and that vibrating smile. She reminds me of myself as well. The side of me I lost. The passion in her eyes, the energy she carries, and the determination that she has. In her eyes, I see so many things. Things that I desperately wanna forget. Things I avoid facing and run away from. I see judgment in her eyes. They're like a mirror and all I can see is my shitty ass self. I don't stand there much longer. With everything that's happening between me and her, my head is all over the place. I don't know what I want or what I am doing even but I can't seem to stay away from her. But I have to, I know I have to. I don't want her to get involved with my mess.

I reach the frat in only 10 minutes and Felix is the one to open the door.

"Hey" He offers me a bright smile. That kid is such a joy to be around.

"Hey man," I pat his shoulder. "Is Chan here?"

His nods. "He's in his room."

"How's Hyujin?" I ask out of curiosity. Hyunjin and I have an interesting type of relationship, I guess you would say. He's one of the very, very few people that can bring me to my limits in an incredibly short amount of time and have a smile on his face while doing it, so torturing his annoying ass in many different ways has become a new form of entertainment for me.

His eyes widen slightly.

"Y/n left in a hurry yesterday because something happened with Hyunjin." I clarify.

"Oh," He relaxes. "He's trying." He drags out the words.

"A woman?" I smile sympathetically.

He sighs. "Yeah"

"It'll get better." I try to comfort him.

"I hope so."

I gave him one last sympathetic look and jogged up the stairs. I knocked on Chan's door twice before opening it, not waiting for him to answer.

"I have arrived," I announce.

"I have noticed." He chuckles back. He's sitting on his bed with his laptop on his legs.

I drop my bag beside the door and take a seat on the bed. "Are you working?"

"Just some touch-ups," He says and closes the laptop, putting it beside him. "Were you at the dance studio?"

"I worked with Changbin a bit, we finished Seungmin's part, and then I went to the dance studio," I explain, even though I know why he's asking.

He nods several times and takes a deep breath through his nose, kinda like he's preparing himself for what he's about to say. "Um listen-"

"I know what you're about to say." I stop him. "And there's no reason for us to talk about this." I try to avoid the conversation before he starts talking cause I know that he will not stop.

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "Minho, I'm not stupid nor blind."

"But you are wrong. It's not like that-" I begin to say but he's the one to cut me off now.

"Minho" He gives me a knowing look. "She's my best friend."

"I know." I sigh, giving up, and letting him talk.

"And you're one of my best friends as well." He adds.

"I know." I run a hand through my hair not knowing what to do with my hands.

"What I'm trying to say is that I know her and I know you."

I rest my head against the wall and focus my eyes on the wall in front of me. I really don't wanna be having this conversation. I haven't even figured shit out myself. But one thing I can never do is lie to Chan.

"Nothing has happened between us." I honestly say.

"I see the way you look at her and I see the ways you guys talk and tease each other." He lifts a brow. "I haven't seen you like that with any other girl, and I've known you for what? Almost three years now?" He laughs and I can feel a small amount of weight leaving my shoulders knowing that he's not ready to cut my dick off.

I fight a smile and shake my head. "No honestly, nothing's up. She's just fun to tease."

He leans closer and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Listen you've been through a lot of shit and there are times when she's around that I can see a genuine smile on your lips, even when you're trying to hide it. You're dancing and you're not locked up in your room. I'm happy to see you like this, making progress. She has that effect on people, you know. She's such a bright person." His smile falls slightly. "But Y/n has also been through a lot. She has had ups and downs with her mental health ever since I met her but the past year she's been struggling, especially after her last relationship."

The sudden anger that spreads through my body even at the mention of her ex shocks me a bit, remembering all the things she admitted to me that Chan doesn't know about. That time at the party when I caught them fighting in the kitchen, I acted out of instinct. When I saw her against the counter with her eyes full of hidden fear I didn't even think about it, all I knew is that I had to take her away from him. It's something that I have done more times than I can count for my mother and my sister. My anger at the beginning was towards her cause she was one of the millions of women that chose to stay silent but the growing protectiveness I feel toward her now is a feeling I can't quite figure out. The night she opened up to me about him, I stayed up, debating whether or not I would go and beat the shit out of him until he physically couldn't walk. I think that was the night I realized how much power she has over me. She has changed since I met her a year ago. I don't know what about her is different but something is. I can tell cause I've memorized every single thing about her and searched for her around campus. That night hunted me. I remember everything I felt, the heaviness in my chest and the absolute numbness that had taken over my emotions. She came out of nowhere, and I remember thinking that her voice was so annoying that I just wanted her to leave. I wanted to be alone. But she stayed and would not stop talking. Her eyes; big, bright, and full of light. A shade of green, I've never seen. Her eyes that night stared at mine and I felt annoyed, judged, and fascinated at the same time. The more I looked at her the more mesmerized I became by her. Her resemblance to my sister was amazing, in every way. The way she spoke and moved was so unique yet familiar. Simply drawing. If I'm being honest, I had made my decisions and owned my mistakes. I was at peace knowing it was finally time to give up. But just like that, she stood there, like a mirror in front of me. A reminder. A clear reflection of what I had become and all the things I could be. She spoke with so much passion about life that I got jealous. Never in my life have I met anyone like her. After she left I stayed there, in the same spot for at least an hour, her words being the only thing on my mind. I realized that; that was kind of like my second chance, a reality check. She came to offer me a second chance in life. And as much as I hated her being there at the time, as much as her words were cutting through me like a fucking knife, I needed it. I picked myself up. Piece after piece and even though life's still shit, her words were a constant motivation to keep moving, and at the end of the day; I'm still here. Alive. Well, kinda.

"My point is," he continues."Whatever you do, be careful." He kept his face natural, with his usual half smile but I could hear the hidden warning in his tone. I nod my head not knowing how to reply. I don't wanna say anything. I don't wanna talk about her.

"Alright, I'll go take a shower and then you can jump in afterward, cause no offense but you stink mate." He makes a face.

"Shut up. " I roll my eyes.

He grabs some clothes. "You could join me if you want, to save water and all." He smirks.

I grab the nearest pillow and throw it at him, which he easily avoids and disappears into the bathroom laughing.

Y/n's POV:

I was practicing in the studio when Felix called me.

"He could come and stay with us for a few days." I offer, not really knowing what to say or do to help.

"I don't think it will make any difference," Felix says. "I think he just wants to be alone right now."

"I can understand that" I mutter. Jackson was my first real relationship and that heartbreaking feeling that weighed on my chest months even after our break is one that I don't wish upon anyone. Even though I know that what we had was not love, I still loved him.

"It's just hard seeing him like that." he sighs.

"I know." My heart tightens at how sad Felix sounds. He cares deeply about people, especially when it comes to his friends. He, Chan, and Hyunjin are like brothers so seeing Hyunjin in pain must be hard for him. "I can come over later, maybe we can watch a movie or something. It will help him get his mind off of her." I offer.

"Yeah sure, that sounds nice."

"I'll be there around 8."

"Okay"

"Bye Felix."

I've been practicing all morning and my feet are honestly killing me. After I came home I took a shower, trying to relax my sore muscles and I've been laying in my bed ever since. I've been switching between Netflix and my book for the past few hours until I finally decided to get ready. Today is one of those days that I would want nothing more than to bury myself under my sheets and not talk or see anyone and it sucks. I take a breath, leaving the comfort of my bed to start getting dressed. I don't do much, I throw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie, deciding to bury myself under the thick clothing. I don't bother with makeup or my hair besides running my fingers through them a bit and I'm out of the door. I wrap my arms around my body and fasten my walk to the frat house. I somehow thought that I'd d be fine with just my hoodie, completely forgetting the fact that it's almost Christmas and it's freezing. At least the frat is only about 15 minutes away from our apartment. I reach the door and press the doorbell. Once, twice and as I'm about to press it for the third time, the cold air pushing me to my limits, the door opens and I freeze as I come face to face with his big, brown eyes.

Close. He's standing so close.

"Fuck," I curse, placing my hand over my heart. "You scared me."

He opens the door a bit more, leaning into the doorway. "Lovely to see you too, angel."

My heart flatters at the sight of his smile but I push the thought away and my way through the door. "Stop calling me that." I take my shoes off.

"Why? Do you like it that much?" His smile grows along with my annoyance. I'm annoyed cause in fact I think I kind of do. Or mostly I like what it does to me, the way it makes me feel. Then again maybe I like the fact that he cares enough to have a specific nickname for me. Not that I would know if he uses it with other women as well..

"What are you even doing here?" I walk to the stairs, searching for any sight of my friends.

"I happen to have friends who live here." He follows me.

"Funny." I reach the top of the stairs and turn to him. Why is he even following me? Where's everyone? I look around the first floor.

"I am." He chuckles, standing right in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest. The sleeves of his black hoodie are lifted up to his elbow. He has such nice hands, I think to myself.

"You are a lot of things." I mumble under my breath, peeling my eyes away from his body. Heat starts rising inside me. He's standing too close to me, with a stupid grin on his face, and none else around us. My walls are shaking, starting to slowly tear down in moments like this, where I could have a playful, simple conversation with him without burning anger building inside of me at the audacity of his cruel words. But I don't let myself relax too much, it's a matter of time before he snaps back on me.

"Oh, you have no idea." He breathes out, lowering his voice and head. He takes a few steps closer to me. What is he doing? My mind starts spinning, and all the possible things I can say or do run through my head but instead, I take a step to the left, pulling away for him.

"You smell." I say quickly and turn around and down the hall, not giving him a chance to say anything back.

"Hey," I wrap my hands around him, bringing him into a tight hug. His hair is still a bit dump for his shower and the scent of his caramel body wash immediately hits my nose. "how are you doing?"

"Fine." He mumbles in the crook of my neck. "I just want everyone to stop treating me like I'm made of glass."

"We're just worried about you Hyunjin." Felix says, laying on his stomach on Hyunjin's bed. Huynjin releases me and throws himself beside Felix.

"All of you guys have been through a breakup. I guess it's my time." His eyes are still a bit bloodshot, probably from last night. Felix told me that he wouldn't stop crying. When I broke up with Jackson both Felix and Hyunjin were over at my apartment every single day, trying to make me feel better, in every way they could. There were times when I wouldn't even get out of bed so they would stay in bed with me and we would watch stupid reality shows and old Disney movies. They were there for me so now that Hyunjin's going through the same thing I wanna be there for him as much as I can as well.

"You know what?" I place my hands on my hips. "I think you did enough mopping over her cheating ass. It's time to get your mind off her." I try to brighten the mood.

Both Felix and Hyunjin give me questioning looks. "What do you mean?" Hyunjin's eyebrows frown. His face is so puffy from crying that he looks incredibly cute.

"Get up." I pull him by the hand off the bed. "Let's go downstairs, make some drinks and snacks, and watch a fun movie." I open the door, dragging Hyunjin with me. Felix follows, giggling.

I release him as soon as we enter the kitchen, his shoulders fall and he takes a seat on a stool. I pull my phone out of my pocket, I'm gonna need some help.

"You're literally in my house, why are you calling me?" Chan picks up immediately.

"Come downstairs, now." I say and hang up.

"Y/n, I don't know If I'm-"

"No," I lift my finger. "4 days after I broke up with Jackson you showed up at my door. Remember what I did?"

"You tried to slam the door in my face." He wipes his nose with his sleeve.

"But you didn't leave me alone." I circle the counter to stand in front of him. "You sat with me in my bed as I cried my heart out and you didn't say a word." I push a piece of his blonde hair that's falling in his eyes back. His eyes begin to fill with tears and his full lips turn into a thin line. I know that face. "Please don't cry." I wrap my arms around him, panicking.

"It's not my fault, why did you have to get all emotional and shit..." He mumbles in my chest.

Felix lets out a laugh from his leaning position across the counter. "You guys are so dramatic." He shakes his head. "I'll get started on the drinks and leave you two emotionally damaged people to bond over making snacks."

"What's going on?" Chan walks into the kitchen with Minho following right behind.

"We're bonding." Hyunjin says, not lifting his head from my chest.

I giggle giving him one last squeeze before releasing him. "Okay enough with the crying, let's make some brownies." I clap my hands together.

"What are we doing exactly?" Minho asks, confusion written all over his face.

"We're making drinks and snacks, and then we're watching a movie to cheer Hyunjin up." Felix walks over to them. "Wanna help with the drinks?" He asks Chan.

"Yeah, sure." He immediately accepts, knowing he's not really good at cooking.

"You can go too, I'm sure you wouldn't wanna spend time making brownies with me." Hyunjin gets off the stool and glares at Minho on his way to the fridge. I look between them dumbfounded. Have I missed something?

Minho takes a few steps further into the kitchen, slowly approaching the end of the counter, with his hands crossed. "Stop being dramatic." He rolls his eyes.

"You told me that I'm the most annoying person you've ever met." Hyunjin narrows his eyes.

My jaw falls open. "Minho!" I gasp.

He takes a breath. "I was joking obviously. You're clearly not THE most annoying person, have you met Changbin?" I wanna laugh at his terrible attempt to fix what he said to Hyunjin but I bite my lip to hold it and pull out a bowl to start mixing the ingredients.

"Whatever, you can stay, only cause I'm a nice person unlike you." A small smile dances on Hyunjin's lips. " I'll go look for a pan." He turns to me.

"Okay, I'll start mixing the wet ingredients." I nod, getting the sugar and a cup to measure everything in.

He nods back and walks to the small pantry that they have beside the kitchen. He stops behind Minho. "I know you like me, you can stop this enemies-to-lovers thing." He says close to his ear and Minho flinches.

I let out a laugh, that quickly disappears the minute I realize that we're alone in the kitchen. The pantry where Hyunjin went to look for a pan is just across the hall, but knowing Hyunjin it will take him more than 5 minutes to actually locate the pans. I focus my eyes on the bowl in front of me as I pour the butter over the sugar and begin mixing them, while Minho stands silently at the opposite side of the counter. I know for a fact that he will not even try to start a conversation or do anything to make this uncomfortable silence go away so I force myself to stay focused on my task and ignore him. The butter begins to blend smoothly with the sugar, which is a sign to put the eggs in. From the corner of my eye, I see him move. I straighten my back, not wanting to appear as intimidating as I am by his presence. He stops to my right, close enough for me to smell Chan's body wash; so he must have taken a shower here. I wait for him to say something, anything but he stays silent, simply observing. The side of my face feels like it's on fire from his intense staring and I being to grow uncomfortable.

"Um, can you bring the eggs?" I clear my throat but neither his body nor his eyes move. I shift my balance from one foot to another, my hand moving faster as I feel my anxiety peeking. I sigh, realizing that he's not going to help me at all so I stop mixing and turn to the fridge but before I have the time to take a single step, he moves past me, his shoulder brushing mine. I focus my eyes back on the bowl as he moves silently to the fridge and back. His movements remind me of a cat's. Soundless, precise, and confident, executed with a look of boredom all over their face.

"How many do we need?" For some reason the way he said 'we' made a smile almost appear on my lips.

"Um," I think about how many pieces will be enough for all of us to eat. " about 3." I say and reach for an egg.

"Let me." He takes it from my hand, in a surprisingly gentle way, almost as gentle as his tone. He seems to be in a good mood, a good mood for him at least and I begin to wonder why. He cracks 2 of the eggs inside the bowl and I mix them with the rest of the ingredients.

"Do you bake a lot?" He suddenly asks. My hand slows down for a second, caught by surprise by his sudden question. I don't think that he's ever asked me a simple question like this.

"Um, yeah." I hesitantly answer.

"Hm," He nods, breaking the third egg. "It looks like you know what you're doing."

I shrug pouring the flour into the mixture. "I bake a lot when I'm stressed."

"Which is often I'm guessing." He smirks.

I try not to smile at his comment but my face warms up either way. His energy is oddly positive. He shifts his weight, leaning towards me and observing my moves. The way that my body is drawn to his is ridiculous and the thoughts that go through my head make everything worst. Silence takes over us once again and my eyes flicked to the door every 10 seconds, silently hoping for Hyunjin to finally come.

I hear him chuckle under his breath.

"What?" I turn to him.

He leans into the counter with both of his hands and shakes his half-wet hair out of his eyes. I swallow; fuck he's attractive.

He half-smiles, in such a boyish way. "Do I make you uncomfortable?"

I look back down. "No." I lie

He leans back close to me, placing his hand next to my hip to my left trapping me like he did yesterday. I hold my breath as he looks over my shoulder, his chin almost touching it.

"I love making you nervous." His breath tickles my neck and chills spread down my spine and arms. He dips his finger into the mixture and brings it to his lips. My eyes follow the way his finger disappears into his mouth, his full lips sucking on it in a way that makes my legs grow closer.

His eyes lighten up. "Shit, this is good." He dips his finger again.

I let out a breath, relieved to see his attention turn to the brownies. "Really?"

"Yeah, try some." He takes some more on his finger and brings it to my lips.

I freeze. "No thanks." I awkwardly smile.

He frowns. "You made it, you have to try. " He pushes his finger closer to my lips.

"Minho, said no." I say a little louder, grabbing his wrist. I feel him stiffen, his eyes fall to my grip and then back to my eyes. My stomach drops. I dip the finger of my other hand into the mixture and drag it across his cheek, distracting him. His eyes widen, clearly not expecting that and I can't help but I laugh at his face.

"You're dead." His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek with a straight face.

He takes some more of the mixture and I turn around about to run but his hand sneaks around my waist pulling me back. My back hits his chest and I feel his finger spreading the brownie dough all over my cheek.

I bring my hands up to cover my face but he fights me with his free hand. "Minho, stop! " I try to sound annoyed but I giggle instead.

"You started it. " He laughs back and I swear it is one of the most lovely sounds I've ever heard. Even if I can't see him from my position, I can picture the smile on his face.

I kinda wish I could freeze this moment as well.

"Can you guys stop playing with my breakup brownies? " Hyunjin groans, finally entering the kitchen with 3 different pans in his hands. We both freeze but Minho's the one that moves away first. Almost too fast and sharper than I would like as if he hadn't realized what was happening until it was interrupted. His face drops any emotions that previously held and he goes to grab the pans from Hyunjin.

"Hyunjin let's just start the movie. The brownies will be ready in a few minutes." Felix groans but Hyunjin shakes his head. Everyone has taken a seat on the large couch in the living room. Felix and Chan made Margaritas for all of us and after a lot of fighting, we decided to watch 'The Conjuring'. We were just about to start the movie but Hyujin refuses to watch anything until his brownies are ready.

"I said no." He stands his ground.

I give Felix a sympathetic look, knowing that Hyunjin is slowly bringing him to his limit, and get up. "Fine, I'll go check on the brownies." I walk back into the kitchen and kneel in front of the oven, checking if the brownies are ready. They could use a little more baking but I pull them out anyway.

"Hello, love" Kai, one of the other boys that live here enters the kitchen. There are 5 guys in total in the Frat, Hyunjin, Chan, Felix, Kai, and Jace. Kai is the one I like the most after the boys cause Jace can be a bit of an ass.

"Hi, Kai." I smile at him.

"What's going on? Are you guys having a movie night?" It's not often that either of them is home but whenever they are, they always stay locked up in their rooms. Kai sometimes comes downstairs to say hi to me or Emma and maybe hang out a bit with us so I'm definitely closer to him. He's quite tall, with messy blonde hair and the most perfect dimples I have ever seen.

"Yep." I begin to cut the brownies into squares.

"Fuck, they look delicious." He leans over the pan. "Can I have some?"

"Y/n." Both of our heads snap to the doorway where Minho is standing. His gaze moves between Kai and me. He must have a fucking radar or something. "Do you need any help?"

"Um-"

"Hey, man." Kai greeds Minho as he approaches the counter.

"How you've been Kai?" He pats Kai's back with a nod and walks past him to stand right beside me. Oh, so they know each other.

"Busy." he lets out a breathy laugh. "I'm happy that the semester's over."

Minho gives him an understanding nod and then copies Kai's previous position, leaning over my shoulder, and looking at the brownies. "They look good." He drags out in a low voice. I realize what he's doing and I have to stop the smile that threatens to form on my lips. He only seems to care about me whenever another person's involved. It does bother me but at the same time, I can't really stop myself from craving his attention in any way that I get it. I know it sounds weird but I want him to look at me, I want his eyes to search the room for me and I want him to be disappointed when I'm not there.

I take a breath and put a soft smile on my lips. I cut a small piece of brownie and move away from Minho's grip. "Here," I turn to Kai. "Try some."

He opens his mouth, taking the brownie from between my fingers with his lips. My back is completely turned to Minho, but I see Kai's eyes flicker behind me for a second.

"Oh, my god." He groans with his mouth full.

"How is it?" I place all the pieces on a large plate.

"It's incredible." He nods his head, with his eyes closed.

"What about me?" Minho puts his elbows on the counter, bringing his face right in front of mine. "I wanna try too."

"You have hands." I take the plate in my hands and turn around, avoiding to look his way, while Kai's trying to hold his laughter but he's failing. "I'll see you around Kai." I exit the kitchen.

"Fucking finally," Hyunjin yells as I put the plate in the middle of the coffee table and I fall back to my seat beside Chan.

"I know that he's heartbroken and all but I swear I'm gonna murder him." Felix leans behind Chan's back and whispers to me. I cover my mouth with my hand trying to hold my laughter, Hyunjin can be too much when he's not in a good mood but if Felix has reached his limits the situation's bad. My laugh is cut short when I feel someone sitting beside me.

"You're not seating here." I lean a bit closer to whisper to him while keeping my eyes forward and the small smile on my lips that tries to hide the panic of Minho staying beside me for almost 2 hours. "I wanna watch the movie."

"None's stopping you, angel." Minho lifts both of his eyebrows at me before taking a brownie from the plate and popping it into his mouth.

"Okay, now we can begin the movie." Hyunjin takes 4 brownies and leans back, happily.

Felix shakes his head and presses play. I sigh and grab the blanket from the back of the couch, unfolding it.

"Are you cold?" Minho asks, without looking at me.

"She can't watch a movie without a blanket or something to cover her. " Chan explains. "She's weird like that."

"Shut up." I bring the blanket up to my shoulders. "Pass me my margarita."

I hold my hand out but he shakes his head. "Nope. No alcohol for you."

"What? Why?" I frown.

He shoots me a glare. "I think you know why."

I drop my hand, understanding. He takes a brownie from the plate and holds it out to me but I shake my head, as always.

"Then no alcohol." he shrugs.

"Guys, shut up ." Hyunjin turns up the volume. "The movie's starting."

I sigh once again and bury myself under the blanket, forcing my eyes on the tv. This is gonna be a long movie.

Minho's hand has been resting on the back of the couch for 25 minutes straight, and the right side of his body is so close to me, that his thigh is brushing mine every now and then, so it's hard to focus on anything else. He, on the other hand, is perfectly still, completely invested in the movie. I can't help but let my eyes flicker to him every few minutes and the more I do the more I realize that he has the most perfect side profile. Everything from his now completely dry hair to his long black eyelashes that stand tall over his huge eyes to his perfectly straight nose to the curve of his full lips. His face holds no expression. He occasionally lets his lips turn into a small smile when a funny scene comes up or his eyebrows frown when something intrigues him. He doesn't smile that often, he doesn't show much emotion in general and I wonder if it's because we're not that close yet for him to open up or if that's the way he is as a person. From what Chan has told me, Minho is really closed off and it takes time for him to open up to someone. The memories of our talks make their way through my mind yet again, almost causing me to smile. I loved the way he talked; as if I wasn't even there, as if he was talking to himself, letting out all of his thoughts. I loved those moments. It was the first time that I felt understood, in a way. I've been hiding a lot of things, too ashamed to admit the real story of my childhood, the toxic and abusive relationship I stayed in for almost a year, or the sides of myself that even I am disgusted by. The mess that I grew up to be, even though I swore to myself that I would be different. I'm so grateful that I found Chan. It was a time when I really needed someone to be there for me, and he didn't hesitate a second. He was there every time. Through me screaming and yelling, crying, falling classes, not leaving my room or eating anything for days. He had the patience that none had with me growing up. He stayed by my side, waiting, allowing me to take my time but never leaving. I have opened up to him about a lot but still, even from him, I keep things. There are times when I feel like shit. I sit with all these people that are almost like family to me and present myself as someone I'm not, allowing only the side of myself that's not messed up, damaged, or fucked to be seen. So when Minho opened up to me about his childhood, I felt like I wasn't alone in a way. Maybe it was the alcohol but he didn't hide that side of him from me and that made me not wanna hide mine either.

I hadn't realized how long I'd been staring at him, drowning in my thoughts until his eyes turned to mine, and I almost choked. He looked back at the screen with a small smile and moved a bit closer to me. Thank fucking god that the lights are almost off cause I'm pretty sure I look like a tomato. I feel the hand that he has resting behind me, inching closer until his fingers brush my shoulder. A wave of chills runs through my whole body, but I try not to show any emotion on my face. He laughs under his breath and removes his hand from behind me, but just as I'm about to finally let out a breath of relief, I feel his hand moving to my thigh under the blanket and when his hand grips my thigh, I clear my throat.

What is he doing?

"What?" Chan turns to me.

"Nothing." I quickly brushed him off. "Can you pass me some water?" He grabs a bottle of water from the table and gives it to me.

"Thanks" I bring it to my mouth. I can feel Minho's eyes on me, as I'm gulping down the water. I finish almost the whole bottle and give it back to Chan. His fingers start moving upwards and he leans back. His touch is so foreign yet so relieving in a way. Like I've been starving for ages and he just offered me food. He has never touched me in such a way and my skin starts to feel hot under his hand.

"Thirsty?" He whispers in my ear.

Jesus.

I fight a smile by pushing my lips together, but when his fingers inch closer to my core, I shallow so hard that it's almost audible. My legs move closer together, almost closing his hand between them but he moves it closer and closer to where I suddenly need him to. I bite my lip finally squeezing my thighs together, trying to bring his fingers even closer. He lets out a bearly audible laugh and tightens his grip. I let out a breath in frustration, suddenly grateful for how loud the movie is.

"Patience angel." I don't look at him but I bet his lips are in a smug ass grin.

God, I haven't been touched in that way for so long that I've forgotten how it feels, the burning in my lower belly or the aching between my legs.

"I told you not to call me that." The nickname sparks something inside me I place my hand on his thigh as well, turning to look at him. His smile slowly drops and my hand moves higher. Now it's my time to smile. Deep breaths are coming in and out of his nose. His hand rests on my thigh, not moving.

"Stop." He growls under his breath.

"No, you stop." I whisper to his ear, cupping his crotch. "I'm not a doll you can play with whenever you like." He draws his tongue over his bottom lip and then takes it between his teeth.

I wanna do that.

I tighten my hand around his dick, feeling him twitch in my palm. He turns to look at me, his eyes shifting under the dime lights, it's like they sparked, and with each second passing, they challenged me more and more. His gaze dropped to my lips and my heart started pouting in my chest, as he leaned forward. I immediately pulled my hand away and turned to my previous position, facing the tv.

"That's what I thought." He smirked and returned to his previous position as well, with his hand behind my head.

I stayed quiet for the rest of the movie, too stunned about what happened. Every time I'm near him, it's like my body has a mind of its own. He makes me act like a completely different person. I get overwhelmed and every time I need more and more. As the movie was playing, I slowly came to the realization of how much I am actually attracted to him. I haven't allowed myself to recognize my feelings for him, too caught up in everything that has been happening but it's easy for me to also realize how stupid it is of me to have any actual feelings for someone like him. Minho only likes to tease and annoy me, simply entertaining his own needs, so I force myself to stop thinking that it's anything more than that.

"That was a fucking good movie." Felix stretches his hands. I blink several times, realizing that the movie has finished.

"Hyunjin fell asleep," Chan whispers with a grin across his face and everyone's head snaps to Hyunjin.

"Aww" I lift myself off of the couch and grab my phone to snap a picture of his sleeping face.

"I'll take him upstairs." Chan gets up and I begin to clean the coffee table.

"I'll help," Felix says. We gather everything and take the plates and glasses back to the kitchen.

"Are you staying here?" Felix asks while loading the dishwasher.

I shake my head "I think I'll head home in a few."

"I'll drive you." Minho walks into the kitchen, engaging in our conversation out of nowhere. This dude is everywhere, I swear.

"I can walk thanks." I offer him a tight smile.

"Y/n." Felix says in a scolding tone. "It's past midnight. It's better if Minho drives you."

"I'll be fine." I stand my ground.

Minho makes eye contact with me from the other side of the island. "I'm driving you home." He states and leaves the kitchen.

Felix takes a look over his shoulder to make sure he's gone and then gives me a knowing smile.

"No, stop." I defend immediately.

He lifts his hands. "I didn't say anything."

"Shut up, I know what you're thinking." I narrow my eyes.

"You're going to fuck at some point." He shrugs. "Bet."

"Felix! " I squeal, looking around to see if anyone has heard him.

"Just sayin'."

"I'm going home, bye." I raise my voice on purpose and he laughs. I make my way back to the living room to put my shoes on.

"You wanna go now?" Minho asks from the couch.

"I said I'll walk."

"Stop being so fucking stubborn," He grabs his phone from the coffee table and walks to me. "It's late and I have a car."

"Who says that I wanna be in a car with you?"

He lifts his eyebrows, almost like he's challenging me. "You got into Jeongin's car."

There we go.

"Jeongin's fun to be around." I shoot and his face breaks into a grin.

He says bye to Chan and walks up to me until only I'm able to hear him. "I can be plenty of fun." His voice drops. "Grab your stuff, I'll be waiting outside." He puts his shoes on in a swift motion and walks out the door.

I smile to myself, 'cause despite what I said, I really wanna be in a car with him. I walk back to the couch. "Bye Chan." I wrap my arms around his shoulders from the back.

"Bye, princess." He kisses my arm.

When I step out of the house the cold air hits me immediately, forcing me to lift my hands and wrap them around my upper body for support. Minho's leaning against his car, a cigarette between his lips. I've never really found smoking attractive but there's something about the way he does it, that it does seem, kinda attractive, I guess.

"So Jeongin's fun huh?" He blows out some smoke.

"He is actually." I keep my face straight and when I reach him I take his cigarette and bring it to my lips, but before I have a chance to take a hit he snaps it back.

"Not a chance."

"Why not?" I pout.

"Dancers don't smoke."

"That's bullshit." I scoff. "Besides, you're a dancer."

His eyes light up. "Fine. If you want it, come and get it." He takes a long drag and leans forward, holding the smoke in his mouth. His action is unexpected, sparking excitement inside me.

"No thank you." I bring my lips to a tight line, understanding what he meant. He laughs and blows out the smoke. "Can we go? I'm cold." I shiver, causing his eyes to trail down my body, probably noticing that I don't have a jacket on and I shift under his gaze feeling uncomfortable. I hate it when people look that intensely at my body.

"Sure." He throws the cigarette on the ground, stepping on it. He unlocks the car and I let out a sigh of relief, once I'm inside.

He starts the car.

"Seatbelt," He says, exactly like he did the last time I was in his car. I reach for the seatbelt and put it on.

The corner of his mouth lifts. "Good girl."

My body tenses up. "Stop with the pet names." I manage to say.

He smirks." You love them."

"I don't"

"I can see the way your body reacts every time I call you something, you know." His eyes flicker to me.

"I hate you." I shake my head, not having anything to say back. I don't really know how to speak to him when he's like this. I don't know how we went from fighting to flirting, but I can't help this weird feeling that I shouldn't let myself enjoy it too much. This is dangerous territory. The thin line between playful fighting and flirting, and I'm not really sure if I should cross it or not.

He rests his head back. "Sure you do."

The dime light from the street lights falls on him perfectly. One hand gripping the wheel and the other resting on the closed window. Even the way he's driving is attractive and I let myself study him a bit more. I try to focus on the small details I notice about him, like the way his hands handle the wheel or the way his eyes move around the streets, alarmed yet relaxed in a way. I notice that as he focuses on the road, his lips pout slightly and his eyebrows frown.

"You're staring again." He says with a completely straight face and my eyes snap back to the road.

"So, how do you know Kai?

His question takes me by surprise. "Um, I've seen him around the frat." He simply nods. "Checking out the competition?" I tease.

His teeth make an appearance. "There's no competition angel."

"You're so full of yourself." I scoff

He shrugs with a smile. "I'm just confident. I grew up having to fight for everything I've ever wanted. That made me rely on myself and myself only and soon I realized that if I try hard enough I can get anything I want."

This conversation took a huge turn and I find myself staring again, remembering everything he told me that night. "I'm the exact opposite." I turn to the road. "I'm one of those people who no matter how hard they try will always fail and I've reached a point where I've failed so many times that it makes me believe that maybe, I'm just not enough."

He keeps his eyes on the road. "You're more than enough. All of us are. There are always gonna be people that are going to make you feel like that, parents, friends, lovers, even yourself. But in the end, there's no such thing as being enough for anything. You're simply you. And that's more than enough."

I stare at his side profile as I let his words sink in and my heart warms. "How do you do that?" I honestly ask.

"How do I do what?" He glances at me only for a second.

"You're so confusing. How can you act like a complete dick one second and the next talk to me like that?"

At that, he laughs. "That's how I'll get you to be obsessed with me."

It's kinda working.

"No. That's how you'll get me to murder you."

He laughs again. He looks so different when he laughs. There's something addictive to the sight and for some reason, I wanna make him laugh again.

"I have a question. " I say.

His face twitches with interest. "If you ask one, I'll ask on."

"Deal." I fight a smile and clear my throat. I don't know when I'll ever get a chance like this again, so I think deeply. "Why did you quit dancing and turned to music?" There are so many things I wanna ask him. Like what he thinks about me, if he's ever been in love or his dreams about the future. I wanna get to know everything about him but I don't wanna push him. It seems like he's thinking about it cause he's biting the inside of his cheek, something I've seen him do before.

"I just couldn't." He finally said after 23 seconds of silence, which I counted out of anxiety that maybe I pushed him too far with my question. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself. "I was in a shitty place and I was a fucked up mess. I couldn't dance anymore cause I had nothing to express. Growing up I found myself going to the dance studio as an escape. All the anger and fear and absolute sadness I would hold inside, I would release through dancing. But at some point in my life, it became too much and I grew completely...numb, in a way. I couldn't dance anymore cause I wasn't able to feel anything. I was bearly alive."

I watch him carefully, the urge to simply touch him out of sympathy growing by the second. I wonder how much pain he holds inside. I'm dying to get to know him.

"Jisung was the one that introduced me to music." He continues. " He came into my life when I thought that I was done. If I didn't have him I probably wouldn't be alive right now. He was studying in Rome, forced by his parents into a career that he didn't want. He was suffering from depression and anxiety and couldn't do it anymore, so he left and came here."

I would have never imagined that such a bright person would have such a hard backstory, but then again the kindest people are the ones that have suffered the most. "How did you guys meet?"

He smiles just a little. "At a party, a frat party actually. It was my first year in college, as a dance major along with my sister. I was drunk, and got in a fight with some dude after I tried to fuck his girl."

I scranch my nose in diguast. "You're an ass."

"I didn't know." He rolls his eyes. "Plus she was the one that was rubbing her ass on my dick the whole night."

His vulgar words disturb me. "Continue." I clear my throat.

"Anyway, I passed out on the bathroom floor, completely wasted, and somehow the next day I woke up on a couch at an apartment I didn't know. Jisung took me to his and Seungmin's place. I will not go into detail but after that, he somehow became my best friend."

"Wait, they were living together?" I ask.

He nods. "Yeah, they were friends for years and when Jisung dropped out Seungmin offered him to come and live with him."

I feel like I'm missing something. "How old are you?" I turn to him.

He looks at me with a smirk. "I'm 25."

What?

My eyes widen. "How the fuck are you 25?"

He laughs at my shocked expression. "I told you, I was a dance major for 2 years until I switched. Jisung started studying music and it pulled me in immediately. Then in my second year, Chan started collecting us like Pokemon and now here we are."

I shake my head. "Wow." There's so much I still don't know about these boys. Each and every one of them has his own story yet somehow Chan managed to bring 5 different people together through music.

"My turn." He says.

"Your turn has to wait." I smile as he reaches my apartment complex. He stops the car and I remove my seatbelt. I try to open the door but it's locked.

"Unlock the car." I turn to meet his gaze. He's leaning against his car door, keeping one hand on the wheel.

"I'll ask my question first." His voice echoes through the car.

I bit my lip, fully understanding the situation that I'm in right now. Trapped in his car, with his eyes and full attention on me. "Fine, ask away."

He focuses on my face, searching and studying. "Are you still in love with him?"

I stiffen, knowing exactly who he's talking about. Even though he's the only one who knows about me and Jackson, the times that we've actually talked about it are few. In any other case, I would have avoided any question about him but it's something this specific question that made me straighten my back. "No," I say with full honesty. "And I don't think I was ever truly in love with him if I'm being honest."

"You weren't," He says, his voice strong and stable. "What you had, what he gave you, wasn't love." He spits the last words as if it's a joke.

"Maybe it's the love I deserved." My voice drops lower, almost to a whisper.

His head snapped in my direction and I immediately lower my head, suddenly not brave enough to look him in the eye.

"Look at me." He demands.

I shake my head. I can't, I feel too exposed right now. More than I've ever had in front of anyone other than Jackson or Chan.

His hand finds my jaw and grips it tightly, turning my head to him. His eyes are burning but the muscles on his face are relaxed. He leans closer, and my heart starts beating faster.

"I really hope I could prove you wrong." His thumb brushes my cheek.

Freeze, freeze, freeze. I wish I could freeze this moment. Make it last.

I hold my breath. " Why can't you?"

His eyes shift as he tilts his head to the side. His hand moves to the side of my face, brushing some of the stray hairs away, pushing them behind my ear. I feel myself leaning into his touch.

"Cause you deserve better than I can offer you."

The words feel heavy, in my heart, in my chest, and in my stomach so I drop my eyes, nodding several times. Somehow I knew that that was gonna be the case. From the moment I first saw him, I somehow knew that he carried a lot with him and as much as my feelings are pushing me towards him, I'm not in a place where I can get involved with someone that can't offer me all of him.

"I get it." I pull away from his touch.

"Y/n.." He sighs.

I grab my bag and open the door. He tries to grab my wrist. "No," I shake my head. "Stop confusing me." I sharply say. "I won't do this back and forth again. You either want something or you don't. So since you don't, please leave me alone." I get out of his car, my legs move as fast as they can up the stairs to my apartment and the moment I slam the door shut, the tears make their way down my cheeks silently.

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erasedqa · 11 months

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Confrontation

armin confronts you about where you've been going late at night.

desc: arminxfemreader, kinda erenxfemreader, mordern au, toxic reader, 18+, mdni, armin lowkey mean, ass slapping, dom armin, black coded reader. (I only proofread this once, I'm sorry I'm tired asf lmao.)

Everything about your relationship with Armin is toxic. The fights, the secrets, the leaving around 3 in the morning to god knows where. I mean, that part was mostly you. After you and Armins fights and apology sex, you'd always find yourself in the shower by 1, putting on a sexy outfit, fixing up your hair into a sleek bun, putting on your makeup and following with tons of perfume, you'd finally turn off your location so Armin didn't know where you could be going.

But Armin wasn't dumb, he knew what you'd been up to. It took him a while to figure it all out. When you'd come home one day smelling like weed and cologne, thinking that Armin was sleep but he'd been wide awake that whole morning. Since then, every morning, he would listen to the patter of the shower, the clanking of your makeup and makeup brushes, and the soft sounds of you putting on your perfume and walking out the apartment you shared.

How it angered him, disgusted him. He knew that you and him were going through a rough patch, but it hurt him that you'd even think about sleeping with his best friend, Eren.

He thought about doing the same to you. To make you worry like you made him worry. To make you wonder, why? But no. Armin was smarter than that, he was going to have to confront you.

That same night you did your routine, shower, dress up, make up, and perfume. But before you could even make your way out the bathroom, there stood Armin.

He may not have been that tall, but he was tall enough to intimidate you. His blue eyes luminated in the dark and a sharp frown was placed on his face. In a cold tone, he questioned you.

"Where you goin' ma?"

You froze in your tracks, eye's looking anywhere but Armin's because you knew your stupid ass would break down and cry. You'd been caught and that made it so hard to speak.

"I-I need to make a few runs. Can you move?"

You say to him. You try to shove him out the way, but he won't budge. He clears his throat and with a sterner look at you, he questions you again.

"Y/n. where. you. goin'?"

He gets closer to you, and you frown.

"'Min, oh my god I already told you. Move the fuck out the way."

You whisper yell at him. He sighed and rubbed his head, clearly frustrated.

"Aight, since you can't tell me where you goin', Imma make you mama."

With that, Armin slammed the bathroom door shut and shoved you to the bathroom counter. You gasped.

"'Armin! What the f-"

He gripped your waist. Hard enough to make veins pop out of his hands. Armin kissed, sucked, and bit your neck repeatedly. You moaned in response, trying to push him off of you but it felt so good. So, you slowly made your way towards his pants, rubbing him through his boxers.

"Minny.."

You moaned. He chuckled and that made your heart drop. He licked and kissed his way up to your ear, only inches away he whispered.

"Bet he don't make you moan like dis' ma."

Your heart started to beat faster in your chest. He knows? How could he know? He got up to look at your face in pure shock. He grinned.

"You thought I wasn't gonna' find out ma?"

"'Min, please I'm sorry."

"Nah mama, you only sorry cause I found out. But it's okay, imma make you real sorry."

Suddenly, he grabs your waist and flips you around. Face down, ass up. He pulled down the stretchy grey leggings you were wearing and made a quick slap to your ass. You moan.

"'Min, please.."

He smacks it harder.

"Ah!"

You cry out.

"Take this shit ma, this what you get."

You start to cry. He was teasing you cause he knew this what made you feel good. The pain mixed with pleasure made it all worth it, but you wanted him and needed him. Craved him. Not Eren, Armin. You needed Armin.

"Minny, please I'm sorry. I won't hurt you no mo' baby please. I need you, only you. I only want you"

You look up at him through the bathroom mirror. There, was a satisfied smirk from Armin. He rubbed your ass as he leaned to whisper in your ear once again.

"You such a good girl mama, I'll make sure to make you feel real special."

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classyalpacayouth · 23 days

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Warnings: girlxgirl, fingering, swearing

“How's my favorite girl doing?”

Kate had just gotten back from an extra long training session that Clint wanted her to attend, and she snuck out early this morning so you didn’t get a chance to see her. You had your arms outstretched ready for her to be wrapped in.

“She is,” Kate started, shutting the door behind her, “very exhausted.”

She sleepily smiled and trudged her way over to your bed. Climbing on top of the comforter, she collapsed on your chest and sighed happily. It didn’t matter how much time you both spent apart, any time was too long.

“Now don’t take this the wrong way, but how about you go take a quick shower and I’ll be waiting right here for you to come back and cuddle some more?” you said with a smile as she lifted off you.

“Don’t take it the wrong way huh?” she says sarcastically in a mocking tone. “Fine, I guess for you I will. I’ll be back.” She started stripping off her clothes and disappeared into the bathroom before peeking her head through the door. “You better still be sitting right there when I come back.”

“I promise.”

It had been about fifteen minutes and Kate walked out of the bathroom in a large purple sweatshirt, squeezing some of the water out of her hair. She walked over to the vanity and started brushing through her hair and putting some product in. You couldn’t help but look at her in the mirror as she was focused on fixing her hair.

“I know you’re staring,” she said.

Your mouth turned up into a smirk. “Just admiring is all.”

She shook her head and smiled. You kept your gaze on her a little longer until she plugged in the hairdryer and started blowing the hot air into her hair. Once she was done, she wrapped up the cord and put it away then made her way back over to you with a huge smile.

“Excited?” you laughed.

“Just a little.” She jumped on the bed and quickly got back on top of you. Her legs were straddling your lower half as you sat up against your headboard and her chest was laying against yours. “Much better.”

She snuggled in closer if that was possible and nuzzled her head into your neck.

“Baby, I don’t think it’s possible to get any closer.”

“I can try,” she said as she pressed further into you while you chuckled at her softness.

You ran your fingertips and nails against her bare back under her shirt and she hummed at the feeling. You could feel the goosebumps spread across the skin of her back.

“Mm, that feels so nice,” she mumbled into your neck.

“You know what else might feel nice?” you asked, which made her raise up and look at you. You smirked and she knew exactly what you meant.

Her hands wrapped around your neck and she leaned in closer to bring your lips together in a kiss. You closed your eyes and soaked in the passion while your lips moved together as one. Your hands instinctively wandered to her hips and squeezed a little at her sides, making her groan into your mouth.

You felt her fingers messing with the bottom of your shirt so you knew she wanted it off. You broke away from the kiss and leaned forward so she could pull it over your head. Her eyes cast downward towards your chest, and she ran her fingers along the red lace ornamenting the top of your bra. She smiled at you before pulling her own top off, leaving her only in her underwear. You took in her beauty and the way her black hair cast down her back before sitting up more against the bed and pulling her by her hips towards you.

The kiss was more heated than before now that there was less fabric separating the two of you. Your hands were back to their same spot, only this time they wandered down farther, gliding over her underwear and grabbing her ass. This caused her to whine and close her eyes at the action. You could feel her hips rolling against your own and the heat radiating from between her legs. She wanted more and you were ready to give it to her.

Your hands were still resting on her but you moved your mouth down her, kissing against her jawline and collarbone before traveling them down and latching your lips to her chest. She grabbed the back of your head and pulled your mouth closer to her as her breathing got heavier. You left dark hues peppered around her chest before moving again to take one of her breasts into your mouth. Your tongue flicked against her hard nipple making her hips move just a bit faster onto yours. Your right hand found its way to her other, running your thumb over her nipple and feeling it harden at your touch.

She wasn’t begging yet. She knew that you liked to take your time and make her wait, slowly teasing her until she couldn’t take it. She was about to get what she wanted.

Your mouth was still around her breast, your teeth slightly grazing her nipple making her moan. You smiled against her chest as your right hand detached from her nipple and traveled down between her legs. You ran your two fingers over her underwear, teasing her clit and feeling the wet desire soaked into the fabric. Her body shuddered at your touch and her fingers pressed a little more into your neck.

“Fuck, you’re so wet baby,” you whispered in her ear, quite turned on yourself.

“Please. I need you so bad,” she whined. And there was her breaking point. She couldn’t take it anymore.

You removed your mouth from her chest and went back to her level. You saw her heavily lidded eyes and deep breaths as a sign of desperation. You closed the distance between you both again, kissing her harder this time. While your lips were attached to hers, your left hand massaged her breast then your fingers moved to toy with her other nipple. Your pointer finger and thumb pinched and twisted it between your fingertips making her squirm and moan into your mouth louder than you expected. You knew she was probably completely frantic at this point for a release, but you wanted to make her wait just a little bit longer.

Your fingers stayed in the same place on her chest, but your right slipped under her underwear and she bit down on your lip hard. She whimpered against your lips when your fingers barely grazed her dripping heat. You felt her wetness coat your fingers, a clear sign for her need and want. When your two fingers started rubbing her swollen clit in slow strokes, her mouth broke away from yours to cry out.

You kept your fingers moving below and your mouth broke away from hers to gently leave small pecks on her collarbone. You moved faster below as her hips rocked making your fingers venture more onto her. You could tell she was getting closer by the way her legs held on tighter to your waist and her thighs began to tremble.

You brought your mouth back up to hers and locked your lips into another slow but needy kiss. Your fingers traveled farther back and you teased her entrance with the tips of your fingers. As you dipped your fingers in, her mouth opened slightly allowing you to brush your tongue against her bottom lip. You explored her mouth further, your tongues gliding against the others. You pulled back and took her bottom lip between your teeth and pulled hard as you heard her moan out. Removing your teeth, you sucked on her lip while your fingers still thrusted inside her and her breathy sounds filled the room.

Her hips moved even faster now, wanting that release so badly and syncing the rhythm of your moving fingers with her hips. You moved away from her and watched her unravel in front of you. All because of you.

“God, please keep going. I’m so close,” she groaned.

You let your fingers pump faster, the tips pressing against her sweet spot with every thrust. You wanted to push her further, so as your fingers were inside her, your thumb pressed against her clit and rubbed over it. Her breathing was ragged now as she inched closer to her climax.

Her back arched and she bit down hard on her bottom lip. When she couldn’t hold it in any longer and she let out a string of moans as she came around your fingers. Her hips that were once moving so desperately for you became choppy and shaken, making it hard for her to move at all because of the pleasure. Your fingers pulled out of her but your thumb still rubbed mercilessly on her clit, bringing her down from her high. Even as she finished, you didn’t stop your movements, dragging them out as long as you could. They were only halted when she whined and grabbed your hand and pulled it out from her underwear. Her eyes were almost closed and her eyebrows were still furrowed from the events that had just concluded as she started catching her breath again.

You brought the fingers that were once inside her up towards your mouth. She watched as you licked her sweetness off each one of your fingers and kept your eyes locked on hers. You knew she never got tired of seeing you so enamored with and wrapped up in her. She loved every second.

“You did so good for me, love,” you said as you placed a wandering piece of hair behind her ear.

She leaned forward and kissed the tip of your nose, then met in the middle to share a sweet kiss, your tongues barely brushing. You heard her raspy giggle on your lips and you pulled away to look at her beaming face.

“What is it?” you smiled at her in confusion.

She didn’t say anything for a moment, her eyes just scanned over your face, almost as if she was studying it. Her hand made contact with your cheek and her thumb caressed the skin there as you leaned into her touch and held the hand that held your face.

“I just really love you is all,” she finally said. You smiled and tried to hide the burning pink tint that was creeping on your face.

You pulled her closer into a hug and settled into the bed with her laying on top of you. She adjusted more to be laying half on you as she took her signature spot with her head buried in your neck. You felt her lips graze and kiss your shoulder before she sighed as her fingers rubbed the skin by your hips. When her fingers stopped, you kissed her forehead and looked down at her beautiful face as she rested after the long morning.

#kate bishop #marvel #smut #kate bishop smut

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143hyunes · 1 year

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Fair Game

pairing: husband!chan x fem reader

genre: smut, fluff, nsfw

warnings: implied established relationship, cockwarming, oral (f.receiving), mentions of marking, riding, unprotected sex (pls be careful), piv

wordcount: 0.9k

a/n: it's my first time writing here pls be kind 😭. also pls let me know if there are any mistakes! drabble below the cut

It was almost 2 am and your husband was still wasn’t home. You decided to wait for him on the couch today, reading your book to keep you company. You even wore his favourite black lingerie but while you put it on, you had a feeling that only the mirror would be seeing it tonight. You would wait a millennia for him, if it meant you could see the way his smile lights up his whole face and the way his dimples make him look even more adorable and pretty, at the same time. You were almost falling into a deep sleep when you heard the sound of a key turning in the door of your house. Chris was finally home.

You feel the ghost of a breathe fan your face before you hear a sigh. He gives your forehead a small peck before removing the book from chest and lifting you up in his arms to take you back to your shared bedroom. You’ve lost count of how many times this has happened but it never fails to make your heart flutter. You always feel warm and safe in his arms.

It’s not long before you hear the shower run. You decide to steal Chan’s black hoodie and change into it quickly, your black lingerie wrapped underneath, like a surprise for him after a long day. You sit up straight and fix your hair, wiping drool off the sides of your lips. You watch him walk in nothing but a towel around his waist, water dripping down his chest while he dries his hair which you know will get all curly and cute in the morning. You would whistle, if you knew how to.

You think about how you could watch him forever. He looks up when he feels your gaze on him. His eyes widening a little and he gives you a small tired smile. “Good morning”, you say giving him the biggest smile you can and get up to embrace him. You give him a tight hug, trying to get as close as possible, no regard for the water dripping down his body that now sticks to your hoodie.

“Hi baby, were you pretending to be asleep? I thought told you not to wait up.”

“I know but I can’t sleep without you.” You say as you pout.

“Gosh, you’re so adorable.” He gives your lips a soft, chaste kiss.

He lifts you up and gently puts you down on the bed, before climbing in himself.

“I want to fall asleep with you inside me.” You say while removing your underwear. Chan complies,pushing one finger in your core, prepping you; falling into a routine of days when both of you are exhausted. You can never get used to the way he stretches you, though it’s a welcome pain.

“I’ll make it up to you in the morning, promise.”

You hum your response into his chest. Something about being so close to your husband makes you feel warm all over causing you to already fall into deep sleep, in the arms of the love of your life.

You wake up, your back somehow facing Chris’ front, his hand wrapped tightly around your torso. You try removing his hand but his grip on you only tightens further. You check the time on your phone, it’s almost 10am.

“Channie, Chan, Christopher wake up, babe. Wake uppp.” You sigh when he doesn’t budge. “We're not spending your day off sleeping in bed.”

A groan. “Five more minutes.” You put his hand under your hoodie. He doesn’t budge at the feel of the familiar lace, only pulling you closer than you thought was possible, his hand now resting on your chest. Oh, so he was playing hard to get. But you wouldn’t give up so easily. You clench around him, knowing this would elicit a reaction from him.

His eyes jolt open and he lets out a breathy groan. “You don’t play a fair game, Mrs. Bang.” He’s on top of you in seconds. He pulls out of you and you feel the loss of him deep in your core. He helps you out of his hoodie, pinching your stiffened peaks through the lacy fabric. His lips travel from your neck to your stomach, leaving marks in its wake. When he finally reaches your pulsing core, you let out a sigh of relief, his fingers and mouth taking you to the edge. Both of you lay there for a few seconds after your release, Chris coming to lay on your chest.

Without wasting anymore time, you get on top of him, easing down on his length slowly and bracing yourself against the headboard. Soon you set a steady pace, bouncing on his dick but it doesn’t last long, your movements becoming lazy. Chris takes over, as he always does. It doesn’t take long after that for both of you to reach your highs.

You get up to clean yourself and pee. After you coming back you pounce on Chan, peppering his face with kisses, earning a peal of his adorable giggles.

“Someone’s happy to see me.”

“I’m always happy to see you, Chris.” You say with the biggest grin you can muster causing the tips of his ears to redden as they always do at a compliment. “I love you.” He says giving you a kiss.

“I love you more, my Channie.”

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delqcate · 2 years

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happy birthday, little flower.

summary- y/n gives her little flower a special gift for his birthday

warnings- ok how do i explain all this- smut, oral and handjob (male receiving), teasing, cussing, mention of mommy, safeword and consent is in place, i think that might be all

pairing- sub d.m. and dom y.n.

a/n- this is my first smut so this might be terrible and reader calls draco so much nicknames :') also stan sub draco

creds to gif owner

to my little flower,

happy birthday draco! i let you sleep a little longer so i could prepare a little suprise, this is one of many gifts you're receiving today so enjoy.

love, y/n.

once draco finishes reading the note he feels a pair of soft lips leave a kiss on his cheek, he turns his head around to see y/n.

"morning, little flower. How did you sleep, hm?" y/n asks him.

"m'slept good..." draco replies back as he yawns

"well thats good.” y/n trails kisses all the way down to his lips, giving him a gentle kiss, trailing her hands to his hand as he kisses back the same gentle way.

y/n starts to trail kisses to his neck, leaving a few love bites all over his neck. "y- y/n please..." draco whimpers out, wanting more from her. "what is it, dray? need mommy?"

draco nods vigorously, breathing heavily. "m-mhmm.." he whispers. "i can't hear you." y/n replies, sternness laced in her voice. "f- fuck, yes!" draco says louder, y/n smirks and kisses his cheek. "what did i say about innocent boys cussing?" she smirks.

"s-sorry..but please!" draco whimpers out loud. y/n kisses him again and pulls his gray joggers down enough just for his cock to come out, y/n smirks at the beautiful sight infront of her, draco's tip red and his cock hard and twitching.

"so beautiful, baby." she starts to slowly pump his red, twitching cock slowly as draco bucks his hips us, y/n would usually tell him not to do that but since it was his day she let him do whatever he wanted.

"r-really..?" draco whimpers quietly. "mhm, the best little pet ever." y/n replies back as she pumps faster.

"y-y/n- oh p-please!" draco whimpers and squirms a little.

"please, what? need anything, cause i don't think you do." y/n smirks, loving how squirmy he gets.

"n-need y'mouth!" draco whimpers more, his eyes shut.

"i would punish you for your little attitude, pet but i'll let it slide." y/n growls a little and adjusts her position and starts to kitty lick his tip, making draco's eyes already roll back and buck his hips, moaning so angelic.

"m-mommy oh! please more, more!" draco bucks his hips more and grips onto y/n's hair, making her hiss a little but lowers her head down more, her tounge swirling around his cock and coating it with her saliva.

as y/n sucks more draco can feel the knot in his stomach tighten, whimpering and moaning more and biting his lip down, as he squirms y/n holds down his hips down and sucks faster, making draco moan loudy.

"m-mommy! m-m'c- " before draco could finish his sentence the knot in him snaps and he hits his climax as y/n swallows it all, once he calms down y/n gets up and pets him gently. "such a good boy for mommy..." she coos softly, draco whimpers and nuzzles his head in her neck.

y/n gets up and grabs a wet rag, cleaning him up. once she finishes cleaning him up she sits beside him and places him on her lap and showers him with kisses as he giggles.

"how about we rest for a little as i feed you some breakfast, watch your favorite show and then we go out to shop for some presents, hm?" y/n asks him as he feeds him a slice of bacon, draco nods and takes the bacon happily with a small smile.

as y/n fixes everything draco nuzzles his head into her neck and mumbles. "best birthday morning ever"

taglist: @slytherin-princess247 @thehalfbloodedwitch @n0agranger @drayslove @jexnrey @miss-celestial-being

#📜 c's parchment #🕯 draco my love #draco malfoy x female reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco smut #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy smut #sub!draco

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fullofgutsndopamine · 5 days

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it’s not romantic if (the second chance is secondhand)

tw:cursing, mention of anxiety, mention of bad childhood, drinking (Not to excess, only mentioned), abrupt(ish) ending, est relationship/meeting

or: hasan invited you over for dinner with his kid

more here

“Papa,” Rory says with a giggle as she pulls on his shirt sleeve, “you look nervous.”

he sighs, drops his hands that shake. he didn’t think he was being that obvious, but if anyone would pick up on it, it would be his shadow.

“i’m not.” he insists, “i’m-“

“is it because of your date tonight?” she giggles, burying her head into his leg, making sure the word date is especially drawn out.

he groans.

the middle of a packed grocery store, a list the size of his arm-fuck he can’t even remember the last time he showered-

“papa,” she pulls on his pant leg, still giggling into his jeans, he can feel her tiny fingernails dig into his leg, “are you nervous? ‘cause i know how to fix it.”

a laugh comes out of him. he doesn’t want to laugh, is overwhelmed with the amount of things to do and talking about this upcoming date makes him more nervous-

but he looks at his kid, a carbon copy of him, a mess of curls and freckles like him, and some anxious breaks off and melts away slowly-

"Do you?" He says gently, kneels in the middle of the grocery store on the cold floor, doesn't care about bystanders rolling their eyes, or crowding the place up, "Go on. What's the fix?"

His hands play with her hair, the pieces of hair that fell out of the half assed braid he did this morning, before the sun was up and his eyes were heavy from the lack of sleep, the sleepless nights-

he just feels so bad. like he's destined for Rory to end up on a reality television show on how bad he fucked her up, raising her without a mother, or another figure, is trying to figure this out by himself every morning-feels like he never has gotten it right-

"Yeah," She giggles, takes a step closer so their bellies collide into each other, "The rock, Papa. I told you."

he laughs.

she sounds exhausted, always mentioning it, always reminding him of it's existence (as if he isn't constantly carrying it in his pocket) and what an innocent answer-a rock to fix all his problems; cure his anxiety, make someone fall in love with him, fix the gap left having only one parent raise her)

"This?" He teases, settling in his spot and digging in his pocket before he produces it, makes her wait a second before he opens his palm, showing the rock off, smooth with age now

"That's it!" She all but squeals, "If you show that to them bear, everything will be okay."

she says it so confidently, without any stress, like this is the definite answer, he can't help but pull her in closer, kiss her forehead-

maybe he isn't doing a horrible job-

"I'll keep it handy, baby." He laughs, looks at the watch on his wrist and holds in a groan. "C'mon, we gotta be quick."

And she throws her arms up in the air, and even though she's probably far too old, and far too big for it, he rolls his eyes and picks her up by her armpits, swings her onto his hip as he pushes the cart slowly.

by the time Hasan gets home, he's managed to narrowingly avoid texting you (and letting his worries show) at least six times.

He sets Rory in front of the television, pushes down any thoughts of guilt on that, and takes the stairs two at a time to shower-

by the time he's out, he has fifteen minutes until you're suppose to show up, and he bites his lip as he goes over the missed text from you: leaving now :) followed by fuck i forgot something i'll be late immediately a i'm so sorry!! :(

his thumbs pad over the keyboard as he texts you back to be careful, and figures he has maybe an extra five minutes, as he towel dries his hair and searches for any clean clothes that Rory hasn't stolen. His fingers betray him and shake with uncertainty, every part of him wants to cancel hasn't been this nervous in years as he buttons up a white button down.

he takes a look in the mirror and sighs, doesn't give himself time to think too much abut how old this shirt is, how the last time he wore it was laced in tragedy, buried it in his closet to be done with it-

but everything else seems wrong, underdressed, like he doesn't care about this date (when he in fact cares very much about this date) so he doesn't give himself time to overthink it, transfer the rock from one set of jeans into this one, squeezes it once through the material and turns the lights out before he can chicken out

Rory follows him around the kitchen as he gets pizza dough he made a few weeks ago from the freezer, throws it in the sink to thaw.

Rory follows behind him, humming, and he makes abrupt stops as he talks to himself, trying to get everything right, to do this right-that by the time Rory runs into his legs for the fourth time because of an abrupt stop, a quiet "oof!" out of her as she steps back, rubs her forehead-

some anxiety melts away.

suddenly, Rory is on his hip as he gets ingredients out, sets them up, and he's singing and spinning her around, and everything feels right. there's just one piece missing and it's you shaped-

the bell rings.

Rory gasps, her eyes wide and she pauses like a deer in headlights, her hand covered by his as he was mid singing to her

"It's time!"

She all but squeals, kicks her legs to be let down, "Come on, bear!"

the second her feet touch the ground her hand is raised, searching for his mid air until her hand finds his, tangles her hand in his.

Hasan doesn't have time to panic, as she pulls him down the small hallway. he uses his other hand to try and fix his hair, still wet, grabs the bouquet of flowers from the superstore as he passes them, puts it behind his back-

and he sees you behind the door.

you look just as anxious as he feels, he can see you picking at your lips, moving your head around in the mirrored glass to make sure your make up is okay, fixing stray hairs-

Rory throws the door open, and he's glad she's there as an ice breaker, as she wraps her arms around your legs

And you're giggling, kneeling down to give her a hug back, and some tension melts away as you're kneeling, talking gently to her

you give yourself a minute with just Rory, to give the worries a second to melt away, before you stand back up, face to face with Hasan

"Hi." You say gently.

"Hi," he says back, his face is bright red, scratches the back of his head, "Y-you look amazing."

He shakes his head, almost in a: i can't believe how lucky i am that they gave me a chance-

the fond is evident on his face, he shakes his head as you're laughing, "You don't look so bad yourself."

you're teasing, and the line is overdone, but in the white button up, his sleeves rolled up crooked, like he was in the middle of helping Rory with something and had to get them out of the way quickly just works-just makes it look good, somehow

your face is still red, as Rory nudges him, and it's like he snaps back to life, shakes his head, "Right, right. Uh, here. For you-"

and a small bouqet of sunflowers is in front of you.

they're tied together with string, in paper wrap from the grocery store, desperately need some water-

"Hasan," you sigh, "They're perfect. Thank you-"

he shrugs, "Rory insisted."

and it's half true. He was practically running to check out when Rory pulled on his jeans, pulled him over to the small flower display-insisted he take the time to smell them all, feel the petals, gently run the pad of his fingers over them-

"Well," You laugh, face red, "She has good taste."

there's silence for half a beat, and while it's comfortable, Hasan wants to scream as his anxiety says the worst over it-

"Come on," Rory pulls at your hand, "Bear got the stuff for pizza."

"Sorry." He's apologizing for some stupid reason, his face bright red. He wants to make you the four course meal you deserve, wants to take you out to a dinner with all the bells and whistles, but it's just-not possible. Not even in his wildest dreams, could he do it.

And you're shaking your head, as Rory drags you to the kitchen, Hasan taking your coat and trying to ignore how it smells like you as he sets it over the banister.

"Don't apologize," You shrug, "Rory must've told you pizza is my favorite food, hm?"

And some tension falls off his shoulders, because he does remember her talking about it when they walked home from school one day, her backpack slung over his shoulder as he gently pads through her folder for the day, half listening as she talks about her day, and you and he thinks of the long list of things to do, waiting for him at home-

Rory kneels on the chair as you find your way next to Hasan, and you three fall into a routine, like you've been doing this for years, with praticed ease-

you're at Rory's side, gently using the back of a spoon to spread sauce onto a small corner of the pizza, when Hasan comes around, a small pink apron in his hand that he ties around your waist with clumsy fingers, red faced the entire time, "Don't wanna get your outfit dirty."

Your face is red as you gently pull on the apron, obviously worn with age, well loved with stains and rips and stories stitched into it, obviously his own-

his face is still stained red as he gently makes his way to Rory, ties an apron around her gently, tickles her side and makes her giggle as he teases her about missing a spot-

and it's comfortable.

Hasan pours a bottle of wine into two cups, ("The fancy glasses for us, I think." he teases, grabs them from the top shelf with ease. It's obviously a joke, but they're glass, which means it's fancy for him) cheers as he holds the glass up and you both gently clink the edges with one another

Rory takes pizza very seriously, adjusts the pepperoni into a specific shape, hands you the bag of cheese and directs you on sprinkling it, and Hasan is rolling his eyes, but fondly watches as you two interact easily, can fall into easy banter with you

You help hasan slide the trays into the oven, he kicks it closed and it rolls his eyes as something adjusts inside, "Another glass?" He teases, doesn't wait for your answer as he grabs the cup from the counter and pours half a glass for you carefully

Rory has run off, with promises of showing you something in a second-and silence falls between you two as you take sips over the edge of the glass

Silence falls, and hasan goes over an imaginary library trying to think of something to say-

"Oh!" You say instead, "I love this song."

music plays gently from hasan's phone, tucked away while you all were cooking, taking small breaks during for him to sing dramatically into a spatula, or to tie Rory's hair up, a rubberband between his teeth as he sang along to a song gently-

occasionally, he'd look up while singing, make eye contact with you, and you'd give him a gentle smile, trying to be encouraging, that you enjoyed this-and his eyes would dart away from yours, his hands coming up to gently mess with his hair, hide the shaking-

"This?" He laughs, because he feels like this song has been playing gently in the background of his life for years now, like something he can't shake, there for all his memories, no matter how bad they are, how badly he wants to shake the memory from his head like an etch a sketch

"Yeah," You're laughing, setting the glass cup down gently, "I dunno, it's kinda-romantic, don't you think?"

Hasan has a lot of words to describe this song, and romantic is not the first one that comes to mind-

"Well," He says, setting his own glass down and hoping some confidence finds him, "May I have this dance?"

and you're laughing, because that's not what you meant, but you have been trying to get closer to him the entire night, like you both are in different orbits, just barely missing eachother

and you're laughing, finally standing as he takes your hand gently, his other hand around your waist, your fingers tangled into his in the air

"Sorry." You wince, afraid you're ruining this moment, this picture perfect moment of the two of you slow dancing in the kitchen to your favorite song, only for you to accidently step on his toes

he laughs

the bastard laughs, "That's okay, I'm use to it. Rory does the same."

he's quiet for a second before he squeezes your hand, "You're doing amazing."

he's lying, but you're resting your head against his chest, the gentle pitter patter of his heart the only thing you can hear. and the thought of him doing this with Rory, overwhelmed with work, and house responsibilities, taking a second to slow dance with her fills your mind, bites your lip to stop from making an ass of yourself right there

You're both swaying back and forth, you're making every move to not step on his toes again, failing every time, but he never acts like it bothers him-

"Bear!"

He jumps, at the sudden sound of his daughter, pulled from this moment.

"Yes, baby?" He pulls away, and you're messing with your hair, anything to keep your hands busy as Rory grabs his hand, drags him over to the pizza to check on it again

by the time it's time to eat, Rory has stopped running around, borders on finally being tired, ("She's been looking forward to this date for weeks" Hasan indulges to you with a laugh) as hasan cuts the pizza up, slides it onto a paper plate and serves it to her, and then you

he hesitates after he slides the plate to you.

"I'm sorry," He snorts, shakes his head, "Force of habit."

but it's nice. Someone taking care of you, even for the small stupid things, as you insist it's okay, that you like it-

Dinner finishes, and Hasan gently picks Rory up, has you say a gentle goodnight as he goes up the stairs, a gentle and promised, "I'll be right back."

And before he can regret it, overthink it, gives you a gentle kiss to your forehead, trudges up the stairs as you feel the weight of the kiss, of this first kiss with him-

he's halfway up the stairs before he calls back gently, "And don't you dare clean a dish."

Your shoulder slump and you bite back a smirk, more obvious then you thought, as you wait until his footsteps disappear and gently gather everything into one corner at least, grab your glass cup and slowly walk around the kitchen, taking it in-

in the corner are little black notches on the wall, numbers next to the notches, a 3, 5, 7 climb up the wall slowly as you realize this is the heart of the home, where hasan is measuring her every year- her art work litters the walls, finger paintings of the house, and of a cat, next to each other, followed by photos of the two of them- a picture of him in the hospital, holding her, a mess of blankets, as he stares at the camera with pink eyes, obviously has been crying- him kneeling next to her next to a christmas tree, her meeting santa-

her life story is on the walls, carefully set up, hasan next to her with her face pressed against his-they look like twins, carbon copies of one another

"Sammie said it looks like a memorial in here."

You didn't hear hasan come back down, but can't help but jump at the sound of his voice as he laughs, joins your side with an apology.

"I like it," You shrug, "Show you love her and whatnot."

you leave out how bare your walls were growing up, no memories lining the wall, no one obviously proud of you, showing you off

"I do." He sighs, quiet for a second, "Sorry this was a shitty date uh-Rory really likes you-"

'And i do too,' he leaves out, though it hangs on the tip of his tongue, 'i really like you too.'

"Rory is great, you're doing a good job with her-"

And he rolls his eyes, obviously not believing you until you elbow him, and his eyes are wide, a smirk on his face as if he can't believe it-

"Give me another chance," He says gently, "I'll make it up to you. I'll get it right."

he doesn't want to think about how desperate and pleading his voice sounds, how pathetic this is

and you know you'd give him every chance, again and again, for him to do it until he thinks it's right, if it means being by his side-

"Okay," You say gently, "Okay. Let's get this right."

and he's finally smiling as he leans in, ready to get the kiss right this time, not a passing thought

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