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[doitforbangchan]

All Bark and No Bite 05

We're finally getting into some drama in this one (Yes i know it took forever) please enjoy!

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Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

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Series Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, verryyyy nsfw, chan x reader, OT8 x reader, A/B/O, m/m/f smut, possessive! SKZ, possessive! Reader, anxiety and depression, reader is a CRYBABY, fluff, angst, virgin!reader,  cursing, violence, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, Sub reader x mostly dom SKZ, misogyny and sexism, Ateez are depicted as terrible people (sorry Atiny!) 

Chapter warnings: Suggestive, ABO, reader in heat, cursing, pet names, manipulation?

WC: 3k

MDNI 18+

Disclaimer: The names and faces used here are just that, names and faces, and in no way reflect the real people the characters were designed after. The views and actions of these characters do not reflect the real Stray Kids in any way shape or form. This is all for fun let’s keep it that way please. 

There was an intense warmth covering your back when you awoke the next morning. It was so comforting you almost lulled back to sleep. That is until you heard a raspy voice in your ear,

“Good morning, Omega.” 

Chan 

“Mmm” you grumbled, too caught up in his warmth. 

He smiled into your hair and pressed a kiss to the back of your head. You felt tingles all over your body at his affection. 

It was still hard to believe yesterday even happened. It feels like a fever dream, one you never wanted to wake from. You dug yourself further into the alpha's embrace, wanting to be as close to him as possible. 

You feel weird today. Still so, so happy, but there's an oddness you can’t quite place your finger on. All you know is that Chan being here is so comforting to you.  

“How did you sleep, baby?” He kept his voice low, he himself still riddled with sleep. 

You yawned, “Wonderful, Chan. I don’t think I have ever slept that good in my life.”

He hummed, “I’m so glad, omega. You needed your rest after all the stress you’ve been through the last few days.” He brushes the hair from you face and turns your body over to be underneath him now. “And you’ll need your energy for what's in store for you today.”  He smirked at seeing your face turn full red with blush. Did he mean we are gonna…

He planted a quick kiss to your lips before he spoke again “We’re going into town today to get you new clothes and toiletries.” He rolled off the bed. 

‘Oh, get your mind out of the gutter y/n.’ You scolded yourself mentally. Propping yourself up on your elbows you admired your alpha as he slipped his pj pants back over his hips. He must have taken them off to be more comfortable in the night. The thought of being in bed with him, when he has no clothes on, makes you wanna drool. Made you wish you knew, then maybe you could have done something about it. ‘Y/N what the fuck calm down’

Chan could feel your eyes on him, so he pulled up his bottoms extra slowly, being sure to give you a good look at his ass. He smirked when he turned around to you staring right at him. 

“Come on, Baby. You gotta get ready, I’m sure the boys are almost ready to head out.” He walked to the door, opening it to find your clothes from yesterday neatly folded and waiting. “Seungmin washed these for you last night, so you had something to wear today.” He set them on the bed for you. 

“Wow, that was so thoughtful of him!” You beamed. 

If only you knew how many times Seungmin pressed your dirty underwear to his nose, drinking in the pure scent of you. 

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Chan left you to get ready for the day while he went and did the same. After you fell asleep last night him and the pack texted about today's agenda. A few of them needed to go to town so it was the perfect time to take you shopping. Chan was confident no one in their small town would try anything with you, especially if they saw the pack around. 

There was a stack of bagels on the table waiting for you when you walked down the stairs about 15 minutes later. Jisung was seated there munching on his own when he noticed you and pulled out the chair next to him. “Hey my Baby! Wanna bagel?” 

“Good morning Jisung,” You giggled. It was literal music to his ears. “I would love one, thank you. “ 

You took a seat next to him as he plated one up for you, with a side of cream cheese and butter. 

“Are you ready to go shopping?” He asked with cheeks full of food. 

You took your own bite, “Yes! Are you coming with us today?” 

It was at that moment Chan entered the room, “Ah yes, actually Hannie is going to be the one to take you to get clothes. I have a few other matters to attend to in town.” He pressed a kiss to your head and lowered his voice when he sensed your anxiety “Alpha has some important things he needs to do, you’ll be a good omega and go shopping with Jisung, right?” He was pumping out pheromones to appease you and make you listen. It was certainly working. 

You nodded along with his words “Yes alpha.” 

He gave you a devilish grin “That's a good omega.” His words sent a deep shiver down your spine. 

Jisung watched your interaction with interest. So far you were everything he’d heard about omegas. Sweet, respectful, beautiful. You really were a good omega. It made him want to take care of you. 

“Who are we waiting on, Channie-hyung?” The beta asked after gulping down his bagel. 

Chan pulled out your chair for you when you were finished, “Seungmin and Felix, they are probably already in the car waiting for us. Bin and Hyun are already in town, they took Changbins car. Bin wanted to get some gym time and Hyunjin is teaching his weekly art class.” 

‘Aww Hyunjin really couldn’t get any more attractive’ You signed dreamily. 

“Are Minho and Jeongin not coming with us?” You asked Chan. 

“Nah Jeongin wasn’t feelin’ to well and Minho wants to get some house work in” You nodded. 

“Seungmin will yell at me if we make him wait any longer so let’s go!” Jisung bolted for the door and you both followed right behind him hand in hand. 

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The ride to town took about 20 minutes, but it felt like it went by much quicker. You were sat shotgun while Chan drove, his hand resting on your thigh the entire time. His touch calmed the nerves you felt, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. You still can’t shake this odd feeling. 

The 3 betas sat in the back, Seungmin bullying Jisung about making him wait and Felix laughing like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen. 

“It’s not my fault Seung! Channie is the one who came down last, Baby and i were ready!” His eyes found yours when you looked back at him, “right baby?!” 

“Hmmmmm” you pretended to think, Chan giving you an amused side eye, Jisung pleading with you to agree. “I don’t remember.” You gave him a cheeky smile. “Oh wait , I remember now! It’s all Alphas fault!” You pointed at Chan and Jisung let out a cheer. 

Seungmin was not as amused, “Don’t cover for him y/n, he’s always the late one.” 

A loud “Hey!” then a thumping sound was barely heard over all the laughter in the car. 

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In town Chan had Jisung change spots with him to take you to the boutique, while Chan and the other two boys attended to their own business. Your alpha gave you a deep kiss before departing, his smirk on display at your flustered state. 

You and Jisung arrived a few minutes later at this small but very fashionable clothing store. 

The door chimed as you opened it, a voice from behind a counter calling to you “Be right with you dearies!”

Jisung held onto your hand as you walked a little further in. 

‘Wow there are so many options here!’ you thought, mouth wide open at the gorgeous selections. 

“What can I help you -“ an older woman approached but paused at the sight of you. 

You gave her a polite wave “Hello. I need some new

clothes please.” 

She was an old beta woman, probably around late 60s, with graying hair and a green boho dress. She was a very pretty woman. 

“Eun, this is y/n.” The woman only then seemed to notice Jisung with you. “She’s Chans mate.” 

That seemed to snap her out of her daze, a bright smile gracing her features, “That sly dog went and got himself an omega huh? And a gorgeous one at that!” She approached you and grabbed your face, getting a good look at you. The blush returned to your face and you made eyes at Jisung next to you. 

Jisung laughed and released your hand pulling you back slightly. “ Yes Eun, she’s new in our pack and needs a whole new wardrobe!” 

The elder beta clapped her hands excitedly. “You’ve come to the right place then! I’ve got quite the collection for you to try my dear.” She disappeared into the back once again. 

Jisung put both hands on your shoulders, giving them a rub to calm you. 

“Don’t mind Eun, Baby. She’s a little eccentric. She’s an old friend Chans family. Watched him and his family grow up, so she’s a little excited.” Ah that makes sense. 

Eun came rushing out with her arms full of clothes. She set them on a moving rack before shuffling it over to the fitting room in the corner. “I picked out a few things that I think you’ll love!” 

She grabbed your hand and hurried you to the fitting room, chucking a few outfits into the room with you, then taking a seat outside with Jisung, both waiting for you to model all the clothes for them. 

It took about 2 hours before you decided you had enough to last a lifetime. Actually you were done after picking one outfit, but Jisung just waved a credit card at you and told you to keep shopping. That he knew if you didn’t buy a lot then Chan would be mad at both of you. That made it easier to pick out stuff, knowing your alpha would be pleased. 

It was when you were checking out with Eun that you started to feel the ache in your lower belly. And the fire in your veins. You clutched your stomach with one arm, the other holding onto Jisung so you didn’t collapse. 

When Jisung went to ask you what was wrong, the most incredible scent he had ever smelled wafted out of you. His pupils were blown and his body went rigid. 

He used both hands to ground you and keep you from falling. “y/n.. w-what is happening?” He managed to get out. 

“She’s going into heat! You have to get her home now!” Eun had seen this before, she grew up with omegas. 

“Me?! Shouldn’t we go pick up Channie-hyung first?” The boy asked in pure panic. 

“No you need to take her straight home there is no time, don’t forget you're in a town with other alphas that can smell her just as well as you can.” 

That seemed to snap him out of it, hauling you up and wrapping his arms around you. 

“Eun, can you call Chan for me please? Just tell him I'm taking her straight home.”

Eun opened the door and helped Jisung load you into the car. “Will do! I’ll have someone fetch these clothes for her later. Be safe.” She shut you in and watched you drive off. 

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Chan had paid a visit to the police station to speak with the sheriff while you were out shopping. Now was the perfect time to see what could be done about your missing persons status. 

He was assured by the sheriff that if you made a report that you're not missing, they can send the information over to the original sector and have you filed as not missing and end the investigation. Plus your current location would legally remain anonymous. 

Chan felt relieved by that, one less thing to worry about. That is, he was feeling relief until he received a very panicked call from Eun. 

“You need to get home right now Christopher!” She hollered as he answered the phone. 

He winced at her loud voice, “Ah, Eun what's going on?” 

“Your omega is in heat, that’s what the fuck is going on. She started right in the middle of checking out! Had to leave all the bags here!” 

Chan felt his heart stop and gut wrench. His omega was in heat . “Where is she now?”

“Han took her home, I told him not to stop for you and go straight there to avoid any trouble.” 

 “Thanks for letting me know. I gotta make a call.” With that he hung up on her. He would apologize later. First he had to get a ride home. 

The line rang a few times before Changbins voice answered, sounding out of breath. 

“What’s up bro? Finally wanna come join me in a workout?” His voice was teasing. 

“Changbin” Chans voice was hard, Alpha mode activated. “I need you to come get me from the police department right now. It’s y/n, she's in heat.” 

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Your senses were on overload. You could smell everything. Every trace of the boy’s previously in the car, every trace of Chan. And you could especially smell Jisung. Your hands kept finding his shirt, trying to tug him closer as he drove but he (regretfully) had to keep pushing you away. You’re gonna be the death of me he had said to you when the tugging began. 

You hadn’t had a heat in years, not since you presented as an omega for the first time. After that you had been on high quality suppressants, causing you to not have a heat while taking them. That must be why this one came on so quickly. It had been days since you’ve taken any. Being in a house full of men, with your alpha, your body is going into overdrive. It was so bad, you felt as though you had no control over your body or urges. It was acting on its own at this point.  It was making you delirious and feral.

Jisung sped as quickly as possible, while still keeping you safe, to get home. He made it there in record time, tires screeching to a stop outside the door. Even with you grabbing at him he managed to slip out of the driver's seat, bolting around the vehicle to open your door and gently guide you out. When his hands made contact with the skin on your waist when you shirt rode up, you let out a whimpering moan. You would be humiliated about that later. 

Jisung felt his boner grow in his pants. 

‘what the fuck what the fuck’ He was screaming internally, wanting to just take you there on the ground outside. He knew he couldn’t do that though. You were Chans first and foremost. His alpha. He would never disrespect him or you that way. 

“Come on my baby, we gotta get you to your room.” At the mention of him taking you to your room you found your footing and let him lead you inside. 

Stepping through the threshold the first thing you could sense was an alpha. 

Jeongin made his way into the entry to see what the commotion was about , when he stopped right in his tracks. He didn’t know what was happening to him but he raced to your side. 

“No no no no!” Jisung saw the young alpha coming at you and tried to stop him. “Jeongin wait, don’t!” 

He didn’t hear a word though, pushing Jisung off of you and cornering you into the wall beside him. 

At the presence of the alpha in front of you, you let out a long whine, hands reaching out and grasping his shirt. 

Jeongin presses his nose into the gland on your neck where your aroma was emanating from the heaviest. 

“Innie! You have to stop!!” Jisung yelled in his panic, but was only answered by the younger man’s deep growl. 

“Omega….” Jeongin inhaled you, wanting to devour you whole. Never in his life had he wanted something more. He could almost taste you on his tongue.

“Jeongin!” Jisung screamed out again, “You have to st-“ 

“Stop!” Came a loud bellow, then strong hands ripped Jeongin from your body, tossing him to Changbin. 

It was Chan. It was your Alpha. 

Tears leaked from you at the sight of him. He was furious, not at you, but at the situation. At the sight of your dizzy appearance he hoisted you over his shoulder and headed up the stairs. Just in time for Minho to come running from his room upstairs. 

“What the fuck is going on?” He demanded, but one look at the situation told him all he needed to know. 

Chan yelled back to Minho “Help changbin get Jeongin out of here! In fact all of you need to stay out for a few days! We can’t have any repeats of what just happened.” 

Minho nodded in agreement, “You're right. I'll make sure everyone stays away.”  

Changbin was trying to force the younger alpha outside, into the fresh air away from you. It took all his will power to resist you himself, so it was a real struggle to try and reel in Jeongin. Changbin was lucky he had the self control he had, or he would be just like Jeongin. That's not to say it was easy for the alpha, no no, his body was aching for a taste of you.

Minho was herding them both along, Jisung following behind. “Come on guys, it’s alright. Let’s just get out of here and clear our minds huh?” He won’t deny he was affected by you as well. The tastiest thing he had ever experienced. It pissed him off that this ordeal was even happening, though. ‘I knew she would cause fucking problems’ he thought bitterly. Being the ever so responsible one, Min loaded everyone in the van and went to fetch the other remaining members. Time to find a place to crash for a few days. This blows.

A/N; Finallllyyy a little bit of drama! As always, I would love to hear what yall think!

Please do not copy or steal my writing and content! Reblogs, comments and likes are greatly appreciated tho!

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[randomdragonfires]

Pieces of a Woman | Bonus

Text Divider by @saradika-graphics

SUMMARY | In the aftermath of the Battle Above The God's Eye, a mad widow weeps.

WARNINGS | 18+; Canon Divergence AU; Insanity; B&C; Gore; Delusions; Yearning; Major Character Death; ANGST.

WORD COUNT | 1.2k

A/N | Not beta read. To be read as an accompaniment to this one shot, but I suppose it works as a standalone too. Repost from my old blog.

There is a chill in the air that she does not like.

The white shift that she wore was too thin to allow her any semblance of warmth, and she is reminded of that as the cold air hits her form. Her days are long and her nights are lonely, each moment taking longer to pass than it should as she sits quietly, rocking herself back and forth with her hands hugging her knees. A loud thunderstorm strikes through the Keep - it is scary and loud enough to make her whimper and mumble into her hands.

“Aemond, Aemond, Aemond,” she repeats over and over.

Her eyes are an endless pit, having lost all their charm from months of isolated confinement. Her hands are frail, and they shake incessantly even when there is nothing within her line of sight to scare her. Her once beautiful hair is now unkempt and dry, falling around the sides of her hair like a dark, damning curtain. 

Aemond loved my hair, she thinks. He always thought I had beautiful hair.

Aemond is dead.

She continues to cry, her eyes a mad, murderous red as the tears fall freely down her cheek. 

Aemond would have wiped them off, she thinks. He would have kissed my forehead and told me I’d be alright.

Aemond is dead.

It is a rare moment of clarity, this moment in time. She does not have them often anymore, she knows. In times like this, she has always heard servants whispering about her apparent behaviour when she was not conscious of her being. 

“Madness. She’s gone mad, the poor thing,” the servant maid had whispered outside her doors one night. “Absolute shame. She scratched the poor Prince’s face out yesterday!”

Aemond, Aemond, Aemond. Her husband, her love, hers.

Not anymore.

She lifts her hands and cries, her tears a seemingly endless stream. She had hurt the man she loved with these very hands - her nails had dried blood on them, and she doesn't know where it could have come from. Was it Aemond’s blood? She does not know. Has she been scratching her own skin out?

She stands up and screams as the words continue to ring in her weak, fragile mind. “Aemond is dead. Your husband fought valiantly, Your Grace,” the servant maid had said. In a fit of anger, she takes the book - Ten Thousand Ships - left strewn about on her bedside. She does not know who had brought it, or where it had come from - all she knows is that they did not believe her worthy enough to deliver the news to her themselves, and had sent a servant maid to relay it to her.

She was everything to Aemond. She is worth nothing to them. 

The realization hits her harsher than the gust of wind that she is now trying to shield herself from as she cries and tears the book to shreds. The pages fly about before they fall to the ground like light noiseless water drops. She continues to tear at it to her heart’s content and cries, cries, cries - but it is not enough. It is never enough.

Aemond is dead.

She does not remember much from when they were married - just that she had a husband who loved her enough to keep her. Was there a son? She remembers a baby boy. Was he hers? Was he Aemond’s? Where was he?

Aemond is dead.

She grips the hem of her shift and bends down to let her head rest on the cold, unmade bed. Her sobs are muffled by the cushions as they permeate the air in groans and whines. She then sits on the same bed and continues to weep - for what, she struggles to recall - only for a moment before it hits her again.

Aemond is dead.

She does not recognize the movement of her hands as she hugs herself. Her nails dig deep into the flesh of her arms as she weeps, rocking herself back and forth once more. Her cries are loud, louder and louder still, almost as though she was shouldering the sadness of the entire Keep. How could she not, after all she had been through?

Aemond is dead.

She is a dark silhouette in a greying room, a scary sight in her shift and untamed hair let loose. The servants treat her like she is some sort of wild animal, one that they are afraid of being eaten and hurt by. She has not known the love of her family in what seems like years, and she does not remember all the nights that her husband had come to give her warmth and comfort.

Aemond is dead. 

But who was Aemond?

Her thoughts fluctuate constantly - one moment she knows, one moment she does not. One moment she was in his arms, and the next she was screaming at him to let her die. Die, die, die. The words have taken over her completely in this moment and her feet carry her to the large window of their own accord. The young Princess, a new widow, steps on the ledge and watches the grounds of the city as it sleeps in the pale moonlight.

Die, die, die. Aemond was dead. Dead. Who was Aemond? Who is he? A husband. Aemond? A baby?

Her feet sway just slightly as she regains her balance, and she turns back to look around the room as she spots the torn pages. True to her madness, despite her confusion all this time, her thoughts oscillate once more. Ten Thousand Ships, a gift from… Aemond. A man who loved her more than she could even try, a man she loved back with all that she ever was.

But who was Aemond?

She breathes out raggedly, heavily, audibly - waiting for the loudness in her mind to stop as she clutches her head tight with her palms and covers her ears. But it does not, it never does. 

Madwoman… wife… a son… a Prince… poor thing… once a beautiful, happy girl born in the spring… dead. Aemond was dead.

In her last moment of unhinged grief, one of the pages flies about and she remembers.

Aemond was her husband. Aemond loved her. Aemond wanted her to get better. Aemond wanted her to be safe. Aemond wanted her to love him again. Aemond wanted her to come back to him. Aemond did not want her to die.

Aemond, Aemond, Aemond…

She remembers. She remembers happy days when she had been a wife and a mother. She remembers better days when she was beautiful and happy and had a husband who worshipped the ground she walked on; in whose eyes she could do no wrong.

She remembers safe arms around her, kisses to her temple, rough thrusts into her cunt. She remembers her hands holding onto his, his warm breath fanning her face, sweet nothings whispered in her ear. She remembers him reading to her in his low voice, in rumbling whispers that made her giggle once upon a time. She remembers and knows that Aemond did not want her to die.

Die, die, die. Aemond did not want her to-

It happens quickly.

Her foot slips and she falls, falls, falls. It is seemingly never-ending and she does not scream. She makes no noise as she sees windows and bricks zoom past her, looking at them briefly at an angle she never has before. Her shift billows above her knees and her hair flies in all directions and she falls, falls, falls…

Until she abruptly lands.

The warmth of the blood pooling below her head is a last moment of comfort for her. The last thing she sees is the blurring sight of thick, viscous blood seeping through her hair, coloring the floor red. 

Not my hair, she thinks with her dying breath. Aemond loved my hair.  He always thought I had beautiful hair.

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[mythicalmyles]

Can we get a masky/Tim x reader where he makes jokes about fuckin us but then he actually does it? Please

step father!tim x reader tims p much implied to be demonic of sorts

(reader met tim at 19 is currently 20)

(18+stomach bulging, daddy kink, dubcon, predator/prey(?), voyeurism, minor inflation, feminization )

Being home was usually a relaxing time for you, finally getting away from the stresses on university. Lately though your mum's husband had been setting you on edge, his hands seemed to linger whenever he touched you. He was also pretty gruff and sexual with his humour, most of his words leaving you flushed and fidgeting.

“You look good like that.” Was all Masky muttered after staring at you for five minutes. You had laid down on the floor, legs spread as you huffed and panted after a workout session. Before you could say anything he left the room.

You couldn't deny your mother had spoiled you from the moment she had been born, your belated father being a high paid agent. You had no idea what for but he was always gone and always came back black and blue. You had hardly knew him, the last time you had spoken must have been when you were seven and he called you an idiot for a B you had gotten.

You were indifferent when he died and you hadn't cared much when your mother did remarry, she was her own person and you could kick and scream or accept it. But her husband, your supposed step father was another issue. He had this creepy aura surrounding him, his eyes were always squinted and calculating. He stood almost a foot taller then you with rock hard muscles, you hadn't asked but assumed he worked in constructions. It was the only logical answer your brain could come up with, Tim seemed to like being alone. You did your best to not bump into him.

You couldn't deny your stomach turned whenever you caught him walking out of your fathers old study, your mother had never touched it after he passed.

Somehow every other time you've been showering he's walked in and you stood as frozen as a deer in headlights. He would grumble and walk back out after eyeing you from top to bottom.

You tapped your pen on your notebook, you had one last night to complete and you were done for the year. Instead your head swelled up with fog, eyes distorting text no matter how hard you concentrated. You were sat in your boxers and a loose shirt that still somehow clung to every inch of your torso, the heat of the sun unbearable.

You had barley even noticed Tim creeping up behind you, his hands dropping onto your shoulders had you jolting. Tim held you in place, his thumbs rubbing against the back of your shoulders. All you could do was sit still, red shooting up your neck and over your cheeks. You bit your lip when Tims hands moved to start playing with your nipples.

"You're moms away for a week." Tim's voice was deep and sent shivers up your spine. All you could do was squeak as he pulled your top up and putting it behind your head, pinning your shoulders back and pushing your chest out. "I thought about doing this the last time, but that bitch wouldn't leave." Before you could snap at him he appeared in front of you, grabbing your cheeks and squeezing hard as he held you close to his face.

"What did your dad do?" His eyes were blank and dark, your body beginning to shake as things finally fell into place. He never was here for your mother.

"I-d-don't know!" You choked out, fear flooding you as you looked him in the eyes. Desperately hoping he would understand that you knew nothing. Tim sighed hard, anger clouding his eyes. He barely missed a beat before ripping you off of your chair and slamming you over the counter, your legs trying to kick his torso. "St-stop it, you fre-freak." You groaned out, failing at moving him a single inch.

Tim pulled his belt off, wrapping it around your neck and using the excess to tie your hands up behind your head. Tim ignored your begging, latching onto one of your nipples, his teeth scraping the sensitive bud. You tried your best not to struggle, the belt choking you whenever you extended your arms. Tim let out an exhausted sigh as he stood over you, making you feel small as he glared down at you. "Of course he didn't tell you jack shit." His voice was deep and he sounded pissed.

"Well. We have a week." He suddenly grinned, his change in demeanour setting you on edge. His hands ran up your bare chest, stopping to thumb your nipples. He watched you as you bit your lip and squirmed, trying not to choke yourself and keep yourself silent. "C'mon pretty boy, I've heard you playing with yourself. You moan like a whore." You shook your head, not trusting your voice. Tim chuckled, dragging his hands back down to just above your boxerss. He dug his fingers into your flesh, focused on your shaky breathing.

Tim had your boxers around your thighs before you had time to comprehend what was going on, he wasted no time in pulling them off. He left you bare with only your shirt that was currently thrown behind your neck. You felt incredibly embarrassed under him, the cold counter pressing against your back. His still fully clothed form stood still, watching you wiggle.

He suddenly turned, making his way towards one of the cupboards and pulling out olive oil. He smirked back at you, dark eyes ringed with even darker bags. You felt like you were in a horror movie, just waiting for the big scary monster to snap you in half. "If you be a good boy for daddy, it wont hurt." You felt filthy when your cock twitched, already half hard.

You ignored the sound of him opening the oil and slicking his hands up, he made his way back between your thighs, easily lifting your legs with one arm and pinning them to your chest. "Please, I-I've never.." You blushed while trailing off, looking to the side and away from Tim as best as you could.

Tim's slippery fingers wrapped around your jaw, yanking your vision back to him. "I'll take real good care of you." His hand dropped from your jaw, quickly making its way to your hole. You shuddered as he circled your hole, lightly pressing his finger in and teasing you. You wanted to deny how good it felt, ignore the sirens in your head warning you of danger. It was getting harder to get your thoughts intact when he was sliding a second finger into you, you let out a loud groan as you curled your toes. Tim was rough, but he used a lot of oil. You could feel it running all over your skin, making it easier for Tim to slam his digits deep into you.

"Ah-sto-stop." You cried out when Tim began scissoring his fingers, it caused a sting to run up your spine. "Daddy's got you." Was all he said, his shark like grin looming over you. His fingers were thick and rough, you were grateful for the oil when he began roughly fingering you, leaving you squealing on your back.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, stomach burning as you felt your orgasm stirring. Tim smirked when he felt you clench harder around his digits, your eyes furrowed closed as you prepared yourself. Just as your high was about to come crashing into you, Tim pulled his fingers out.

You couldn't help but cry out in frustration, tears lining your eyes as you looked up at him in desperation. Tim used his last moment of restraint to get his jeans down and his cock out, your eyes bulging once you noticed his size. He was cock was thick and red, he must’ve been hard for a while. Before another thought could run through your head he wash pushing into you, despite his earlier stretching it still burned. It took everything for you not to sob as his cock finally pushed passed your rim. He paused once he had managed to bury half of his cock into you, he licked his lips his hands keeping your thighs up by your ears. He had you completely trapped. His belt dug into your skin, choking you occasionally when your body spasmed.

His fingers dug into tour thighs, his fingers leaving red, angry indents behind.

A scream was ripped from your throat when he suddenly bottomed out inside of you, your wide eyes staring up at the roof as you tried to catch your breath. It felt unbearable how much he filled you up, it felt like it should’ve been impossible with a cock that big. You took deep, sobbing breaths and jolted when Tim suddenly grabbed your face, forcing eye contact.

His hand moved down, wrapping around you neck and letting your leg drop to his shoulder. You let out a strangled gasp with the sudden movement, his cock rubbing against your prostate. Stars appeared in your vision, mouth dropping open in a silent scream when you realised his cock was going to rub up against your prostate with every thrust of his hips. He let your other leg fall to his shoulder, using his now free hand to land a harsh slap to your ass.

You yelped out, moaning loudly when Tim began picking up his speed. “Tell daddy how much you love his cock, be a good boy now.” There was something scary in Tim’s eyes, his face deadpan as he fucked you. “N-no, this is weird. You married m-my-.” He cut you off with a particularly hard thrust, he pulled you up by your neck. He forced you to look at the bulge in your stomach, the sight of his cock ramming into your guts had you sobbing. You couldn’t believe he had really managed to get all of it inside of you, it was inhuman. “M’sorry daddy.” You choked out, his hand not choking you too tight as you watched his cock ramming deep into you.

You could barley feel your own drool leaking out of your mouth, eyes rolled back as Tim assaulted your insides. “Da-daddy please.” You choked out, his cock rubbing against your prostate and sending sparks running throughout your body. You broke down, sobbing when Tim began fucking you at a deliriously inducing pace.

Tim felt himself coming close, the feeling of being wrapped up tight in your insides was driving him to the edge. The sight of you choking and crying, calling him ‘Daddy’ while he fucked you into the counter wasn’t helping. He almost felt feral seeing his cock stretch out your tummy, knowing no one could fuck you like he could. Tim felt himself growl, quickening his pace as he felt himself coming undone.

You could only explain it as being hit by a car, the feeling of the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had washed over you, your nails digging into your own flesh as you wailed on Tim’s cock.

Flopped back against the counter gasping, Tim giving you a last few thrusts before cuming deep into you. The feeling of his cum flooding into you was almost intoxicating, mouth dropped as you watched your stomach expand to accommodate Tim’s load.

You felt like jelly, your body felt incredibly heavy as you tried to catch your breath. Tim continued slowly trusting into, watching you intently as his cum came dripping out of your ass. He pressed his hand onto your stomach, your sob causing his cock to twitch inside of you. Suddenly a ringing filled the room, Tim letting out a sigh before pulling his phone out of his sagged jeans. You felt yourself tuning out of the conversation when Tim began slowly thrusting into you, his soft cock still pushing against your prostate.

Suddenly Tim’s thrusts became sharp, your moans echoing the room along with the sound of skin slapping. “I’m just having some fun with Mr (L.Name)’s little son, he’s just the cutest little thing.” Tim roughly thrust into you, your choked out moans easily heard through the phone.

“You wanna play with daddy’s friends?” He smirked, his thrusts getting harsher. You sobbed and shook your head. “D-don’t you da-dare.” You tried to be firm, instead moans slipping out along with your words. Tim’s cock had hardened up again, dragging against your prostate. You could feel cum and oil dripping out of your sensitive hole, every thrust Tim gave seemed to pull out more. Suddenly he pulled out grabbing your hips and pulling you off of the counter. He shoved you over it, the marble cold against your nipples. “Wa-wait. Plea-please.” You sobbed out, two of Masky’s fingers back inside of you. Instead of answering he continued with his conversation on the phone. “I’ve already been here a year, i would’ve found it already.” Masky’s fingers were getting rough, four of them already stuffed into your puffy, abused hole.

Despite the burning pain of overstimulation you couldn’t help the moans that poured from your throat. You found yourself whining and sobbing as your hips twitched. Tim chuckled and untied you from his belt, throwing it of to the side and watching as your numbed arms fell to the counter. He pulled his fingers out, slapping your ass before pushing his thumbs into your hole and stretching it. “God, what a pretty pussy.” You whined at Tim’s words, you could hear voices suddenly speaking from Tim’s phone. You looked over only to sob out once you saw yourself on camera, Tim’s equally scary looking friends peering back at you.

Tim spat into your hole, pushing his thumbs deeper into your hole. You could feel your entire body shaking. “I got a pretty little cock slut here, she’s got a real cute pussy.” Your voice was high when you argued back, tears in your eyes. Instead you were met with a chorus of laughs.

“Should dress him up, get him in a skirt.” You tried not to react to the voice coming from the phone, instead you twisted your lips together. “This part of the deal then? We help you, you let us fuck cutie there?” Your eyes doubled, shooting to look back at Tim. “Yeah, if you want. He’ll be here. He’s nice ‘n weak.” You wanted to hate what they were saying, trying to pretend you weren’t close to cuming despite Tim’s now lazy pace. Their words had you involuntarily squeezing around Tims fingers are grinding yourself back against them, whining as you felt your nipples dragging across the marble. Images of rough hands playing with your nipples and ass had you spilling over, screaming as you came hard.

“Thats my good boy.” Tim smirked as he patted your ass.

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[loveharlow]

LET ME SHOW YOU

PAIRING‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ [2.1k] JJ teaches his girlfriend how to indulge in the wonders of his favorite hobby.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, a heated make-out session, mentions of/illusions to sex, drug use, my poor descriptions of smoking

A/N‧₊˚ I lowkey (highkey) had fun with this. Stay safe and make good life decisions.

˗ˏˋ jj masterlist ˎˊ˗

ENTERING THE CHATEAU, YOU SPOTTED JOHN B LAID OUT ON HIS SOFA. He was on his phone, texting rapidly and biting his lip. Weird. His eyes drifted to you from the phone clutched in his hands as he heard the screen door close behind you. His eyes went wide and he dropped the phone, cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. 

“Uh, hey. I didn’t know you were stopping by.”

“I’m just looking for JJ.” You told him, eyeing him skeptically. “He told me to meet him here.”

Adjusting the hat on his head, he gestured for the front door. “He’s out in the Twinkie. I told him I didn’t want him smoking in the house.” Nodding and mumbling a thanks to the brunette boy, You turned on your feet to leave the same way you came in.

With your hand on the door handle, you turned to face him once more.

“John B?”

“Hm?”

“If you’re going to sext your girlfriend, don’t do it in your living room with the door unlocked.” You teased.  And with that, you were walking out of The Chateau, leaving a flustered John B behind and hearing his ‘fuck you’ as the door slammed shut.

APPROACHING THE VAN PARKED OUTSIDE THE CHATEAU, YOU BANGED ON THE BACK DOORS. “It’s me!” You stepped back a couple feet as the door swung open, your boyfriend revealing himself with a joint hanging from his lips, hair messy, and clouds of faint smoke billowing out around him that, no doubt, had been collecting in the air. He smiled around the object in between in lips and held a hand out to help you into the foggy van.

Once inside, he shut the doors again and plopped down on the floor of the rickety vehicle. It was mildly smokey and a little humid. JJ pulled the small object from his between his lips so he could speak clearly. “Hi, pretty girl.” He cooed, clearly already a little buzzed. He was sitting against the side of the van, legs outstretched in front of him with a lit joint pinched between his fingers. His eyes, however, were on you. Scanning your frame up and down, almost hungrily.

Sitting down across from him, legs in the same outstretched position, you cocked an eyebrow. “Stop looking at me like that.”

He shrugged. "Can't help it."

JJ knew the affect he had on you, as did you. When he would do certain things, say certain things...He could make your head spin so easily. “Why’d you call me so early? I thought we were hanging out with everyone later.”

“I’m just wanted to see my girl.”

“You miss me that much?” You joked with a slight smile and shake of your head. “C’mon, J. What do you really want?” You inquired nudging your knee against his.

He took a hit of his joint, blowing the smoke out and throwing his head back. His eyes met yours as a smug grin crept its way onto his features. He held out the joint in your direction. “Smoke this with me.”

To say you were surprised was an understatement. You weren't against smoking or drinking but you've only ever indulged in the latter. You'd never been too intrigued by the idea of weed or smoking in general. “I have no idea how to do that.” You chuckled, lifting your shoulders nervously.

JJ rolled his eyes with a smile and leaned forward to grab your wrist, tugging you towards him. You put up no fight, letting him guide you gently until you were perched in his lap, legs on either side of him as he made sure to hold the lit object away from you as not to accidentally burn you.

“Let me show you.” He shrugged, unbothered. “If you want.”

Suddenly, you found it much hotter inside the spacious vehicle. The smoke in the air not helping. You nodded and tried to ignore the growing heat in your cheeks. JJ smiled and licked his lips. His free hand fell to your hip, holding you in place.

He brought the joint, that was now a more of a stub, up to his lips. Smoking the last of it, he exhaled the smoke to the left as to not blow it directly into your face and put it out in the ashtray next to him. You frowned and pinched my eyebrows together at the action. “...Why did you do that?”

“There wasn’t enough left to teach you anything. ‘M gonna roll a new one.” He spoke causally, noting your fallen and confused expression. “I promise you’ll get your lesson, mama.” He teased with a wink.

Twisting his body lightly, he picked up a plastic bag and some metal cylinder-type thing that were next to the ashtray. He sat them both on his lap between you two, taking one of the green-ish buds out of the bag and holding it out to you. Taking it, you immediately noted the way it stuck lightly to the tips of your fingers. “Why is it so sticky?”

“Realistically? Because of some kind of substance it produces. I don’t know what it’s called. But, the way I see it? It’s sticky because I paid too much for it not to be.” He jokes, plucking the herb cluster from your nimble fingers.

Lifting the top of the small contraption, revealing little spikes and holes inside—he transferred some of the contents of the bag into it. “Do you know what this is?”

“Mm...no.”

“It’s an herb grinder. You put the buds in here-” He grabbed the top that he removed earlier. “-put this back on.” Sealing the object, now with the herbs inside—he turned the top part of it around a couple times. “You’re gonna rotate the top. This’ll grind everything up and separate it.”

“Which does what, exactly?”

“Makes it easier to smoke and burn evenly. More smooth.”

JJ’s eyes were hooded and he was clearly relaxed. It was fascinating to see him teach you something while in his hazy state. But it was also kind of hot. He stopped rotating the top of it and went to unscrew the second part. When he opened it, he revealed the ground herbs. “This is the part we’ll smoke. Don’t smoke anything from the third chamber-” He said firmly, pointing to the very bottom of the herb grinder. “-down here.”

“Why not?” You asked curiously, still looking at the contents. 

He chuckled at your peaked curiosity of it all. “That is called Kief, sweetheart. And someone like you doesn’t want any parts of that. It’s strong, as fuck.” 

“But you can smoke it?”

“Yes, but you won’t. Not today, anyway.” He consoled, placing a quick kiss to your warm cheek. He set the grinder down beside the ashtray, still within reach, and picked up a rectangular, thin package. “This is rolling paper.” He concluded, plucking a sheet carefully and holding it lengthwise. Reaching over, he took some of the ground herbs and sprinkled it in the paper. 

Once the paper was filled with the crushed buds, he rolled it into a tube-like shape, albeit slightly uneven, and sealed it with his tongue. He held it up between our faces with a dopey smile plastered on his face. “And there we have it.” He nudged it closer to you, a sign to take it from him.

When it was clasped between your two fingers, JJ fished around in his pockets for a lighter, slightly moving you around on his lap and throwing you off balance. Once he had the object, the hand that was empty was trailing up to hold the back of your neck. He held the lighter up, slightly wiggling it before he spoke. 

“You’re gonna put that to your lips and when I finish lighting it, you’re going to inhale. Not too fast or deep and not for too long. You’re gonna cough but you’re good.” He assured. Flicking the lighter on, he raised an eyebrow. “Ready?”

You nodded and placed the small joint between your lips. JJ lit the opposite end and retracted the lighter away and let it die. “Inhale, carefully…” He coaxed.

The smoke filled your lungs, and it felt overwhelming. Your chest felt full and your throat tickled as JJ pulled the object from your lips, rubbing your hip as you coughed clouds of smoke. He started laughing and you weakly swatted his chest.

“You did good. You inhaled a little too long, though.” He grabbed his backpack on his left and unzipped it, taking out a bottle of water from inside. Unscrewing the cap with the joint clutched between his fingers like a cigarette, he tilted your chin up. “Open.” He ordered. You obliged without question, still coughing mildly. He poured the water into your mouth and pulled it back, pushing your chin up to close your mouth. 

You swallowed, the mildly cool beverage cooling the walls of your throat and soothing the dryness as he sealed the bottle and threw it to the side. Once Iyou felt confident enough to speak again, you leveled your eyes with your boyfriend’s. “That wasn’t too bad.”

“Can you feel anything?”

“A little. It’s like, I can feel it working it’s way through me but it’s not there yet. It feels weird, but good.”

“Wanna shotgun?”

“...Do I want to what now?” You asked with mild uncertainty. JJ cracked a little smile and shook his head with a slight giggle. Repositioning the joint between his fingers, he brought it up to his lips and took a hit. Once he pulled it away, he leaned forward—his free hand lightly wrapping around the base of your throat as he brushed his lips over mine and blew the smoke into my mouth, you proceeding to inhale almost on instinct.

Your heart was beating so fast and you didn’t know if it was the weed or the blonde boy in front of you. You blew the smoke back out on a shaky breath, your eyes drifting down to his lips. 

You didn’t even register the movement he made to connect his lips with your own until you felt the familiar, pillowy-soft feeling of his lips, the slight tinge and warmth of your activities swirling around in the exchange. His lips moved against your, slow but firm—his lips were slightly dry but not chapped and he tasted of something that was so…him. 

The hand resting on your throat tightened in the slightest of ways as the hand holding the blunt disposed of it in the ashtray before coming up to hold the side of your face. Your own hands roamed the hair at the back of his neck as you shifted on his lap, eliciting a low grunt from the boy underneath you. 

You could feel the effects slowly starting to hit you by the second. Your body felt light, but not to the point where you felt like you were floating or flying. It felt like a weight was lifted off of your shoulders that you didn't even know was there.

His tongue came out to swipe against your bottom lip, a silent request for entrance. You parted them for him as his tongue invaded your mouth. No fight for dominance as you let him do as he pleased.

You pulled away from the kiss, slightly out of breath, and pulled your shirt over your head. Revealing your bra underneath as JJ’s eyes went slightly wide and he bit his lip. 

“Smoking with me and sex in the Twinkie? Have I corrupted you?” He asked teasingly. You rolled my eyes and scoffed.

“You did that a long time ago.”

YOU ROLLED OFF OF JJ AND ONTO THE FLOOR OF THE TWINKIE—breathing heavy, stray pieces of hair frizzy and out of place, lips swollen and a blanket draped over your hot, sweaty bodies. Turning to JJ, he was in a similar state, his cheeks flushed pink and hair sticking out in ten-thousand different directions, some hickeys and scratch marks starting to take a dark pink color on his chest.

“Y’know-” He started, sitting up on an elbow to trace a finger up along your prominent collar bone. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You couldn't help but smile, your cheeks heating up and starting to ache. You were about to speak when the doors of the van flew open, your wild eyes flying to John B who stood at the foot of the van. 

“Oh shit.” He exclaimed, taking in the scene around him. You pulled the blanket up further, muttering a 'jesus' while JJ hissed a 'close the door man'.

John B shut the doors quickly as you looked around for your shirt and shorts, JJ handing them to you while trying to hold in a laugh. You took the clothes and shot him a glare. “Really?!” John B shouted from outside. “In my van? The Twinkie?! C’mon guys.”

Once you both were dressed and cleaned up your mess in the van, JJ opened the doors and motioned for you to jump out first, him following. John B was leaned up against the other side and pushed off to walk over to us as JJ shut the doors. 

“The others just got here.” He said, eyes narrowed as he pointed a finger at you and JJ. “You two are disinfecting my entire van when we get back.” He turned around and stomped back into the Chateau, mumbling something under his breath and shaking his head in disapproval.

JJ laughed while fixing his shirt around and you elbowed his arm softly. “JJ! That was not funny.” You shook your head in slight embarrassment.

JJ looked at you pitifully and slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Aw, don’t worry, my little stoner. He’ll forget about it.”

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[boyfiejay]

Just One Chance

PAIRING : Nishimura Riki x gn Reader

GENRE : potential f2l, hurt, comfort, crack

Warning : break up, crying, riki overthinks

Word Count : 0.8k

Author's Note : wrote this in the library while my friends were actually studying 🥸

In your 8 years of friendship with Riki, you two have been at each other's doorstep in the middle of the night countless times. But this time it was different, it was 2 A.M and you stared at the text from Riki saying he was tired and going to bed early

Was this really worth waking him up and ruining his sleep? But it seems that your broken heart had already made the decision.

Riki wasn't expecting to wake up to the sound of his doorbell, he reached for his phone, squinting his eyes at the bright screen. 2:07 it read. Who could it be so late at night? Only one person came to his mind.

He opened the door, taking in your form. You looked guilty, but above all you looked sad, heartbroken even.

He let you in, already knowing who this was about. He watched as you took small steps towards the couch, the same one where you first told him about your now ex-boyfriend, at least he hoped it was an ex now.

He silently sat down beside you, waiting for you to speak. Riki had never pressed you to tell him anything, and you were thankful for that. He has always been good at comforting others despite what he likes to say.

"He.." you trailed off, emotions getting the best of you as tears streamed down your cheeks. Riki put his arms around you, pulling you close till your head was buried in his chest. He stroked your head, running his fingers through your hair.

"He was angry about s- something, I asked him what was wrong b- but he just started yelling at m- me." you said, sniffling and stuttering throughout the sentence.

Riki didn't say anything, letting you collect yourself. "So I left him alone. After a while he told me that he saw me talking to you and he got jealous. Said he was already having a bad day and didn't need to see me being all over you." you said, hurt swirling in your eyes as you stared into the distance.

Riki held your face in his hands, wiping the remaining tears on your face."I'm not going to say sorry for that. If that's what you were expecting." he said in a small voice, afraid to scare you if he sounded offended.

Honestly, he didn't know what to feel about this, should he feel guilty that he was the reason for a fight? But then again it wasn't his fault that your boyfriend had such low self-esteem.

"No, I don't want you to apologise. But..." you said looking in his eyes trying to find reassurance for what you were going to say next.

"But what?" he asked, his hold just a tad bit tighter. His mind raced with thoughts of what that guy might have said or done, every single one making him want to beat him up.

"He said he would break up with me if I continued talking to you." you said, looking for something anything in his eyes.

Riki looked away, he wasn't surprised he knew that sentence was coming the moment you started to date him. What surprised him was that your boyfriend had survived without saying this for almost 5 months.

"What did you say?" he said, his voice coming out choked. So this was it then? He would never get to hangout with you again just because of some guy.

Above all he regretted not telling you his feelings sooner. Did he ever have a chance?

"Of course I said no. He was being too much, so i told to go fuck himself and came here." you said, half asleep, because well Riki was extremely comfortable and you were tired.

But Riki couldn't believe his ears, of course he had some hope that you wouldn't leave him just like that. But the way you sounded so nonchalantly had him seeing red.

Here he was being sad and sappy about how he wouldn't get to be your best friend now and you were sleeping?

He lightly pushed you off him, holding your face in his hands with an exasperated expression on his face.

"You couldn't have told me this sooner. I was about to start crying, you dimwit." he said, shaking your head in his hands.

You groaned, pushing his hands away "You seriously thought I would leave you just for some guy I've known for like half a year? You have no hope in me." you said, crawling back into his warmth. Damn him for being so comfortable.

He watched with an opened mouth as you pushed your head in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around him. Both of you are half lying on the couch.

He stayed still, knowing you would fall asleep like that, comfortable in his arms. While he will have back pain the following day, but it was okay. As long as he could have you this close to him. As long as you give him a massage tomorrow.

Now that you were single, Riki was going to make sure you see him and no one else. He was going to make sure he tells you his feelings that he's been hiding for so long.

And he knew you would give in. That you would give him a chance. 

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[suhsweet]

the compression shirt conundrum ⟡ kmg

wc: 1017 | pair: bf!mingyu x gn!reader | genre: fluff, slight cringe maybe, suggestive | tags: grey sweatpants and compression shirt, some swearing, reader becomes a zombie for mingyu pp, giggly!mingyu, just teeth rotting cuteness, reader is significantly smaller, mingyu is called a giant, pet names: honey, baby, babe, angel

summary: when mingyu comes home wearing a compression shirt and sweatpants, you no longer have any thoughts in your brain and become a zombie for him

authors note: the day we see mingyu in a compression shirt, god help us all… this is unedited, might be trash lmk

It was a quiet night in. You had a movie on, your place was clean, dishes washed, and your super hot boyfriend was on his way home any minute now with takeaway for dinner.

Mingyu had texted you that he was craving army stew and asked if you wanted anything from your go to restaurant. Sessions at the gym often caused him to develop a massive appetite afterwards.

“Honeyyy, I’m hommeee,” Mingyu’s rang.

“Hey baby— Oh. My. God.“

Your boyfriend looked at you confused. From where he stood, you were gaping at him, and somehow melting into the couch? He swapped his gym shoes for his house slippers and attentatively approached you.

“What’s… What’s going on? I brought food.”

“Who needs food when I’ve got a Mingyu buffet.” Your eyes raked up and down your boyfriend countless times. After such a smooth sailing night, you finally encountered your first problem.

Mingyu was wearing grey sweatpants.

And a black compression shirt.

A while back you told him that you wanted to see him in this combination. You knew he’d be hot as hell, however this was better than you ever expected.

It was just a plain, solid colored long sleeved shirt that was skintight. Every valley and ridge of muscles were clearly defined. You could feel your mouth water.

“Woah, woah, woah! I’ve got food here!” Mingyu whined as you rushed up to him while greedily running your fingers all over his body. You had half the mind to smash your face inbetween his pectorals.

Mingyu escaped your clutches as he headed straight to the kitchen, the hunger in his stomach making itself more apparent by the minute. He was about to pass out from starvation. His Hoshi-hyung really put him and the boys to work.

You were right behind him, following him around the kitchen as he went to plate up the food for the two of you. Your gaze never left his body. Was hypnosis by Underarmour clothing a thing? You were about to climb this man like a tree.

“B-b-baby?” He stuttered, looking at you with concern. You looked like a zombie.

You appeared to be a perfectly alive and healthy human. However, Mingyu observed your raised arms, reaching for him; and noted that you didn’t appear to have any thoughts in your head. All that was needed left was for you to moan ‘brains’ repeatedly.

“Must… Suck dick,” you said in a deep gravelly tone, putting on your best zombie impression. “Must… Suck dick.”

Mingyu let out a squawk of laughter as he backed away from you. His ears bloomed red. His toothy grin almost had you breaking character, but no! You were dedicated.

“I’m flattered that you think I look good, but an ‘omigosh babe, you look really hot’ would be just fine. This is… Wild.” Mingyu was slowly exiting the kitchen, and you were following him with slow steps.

He didn’t expect the clothes to have this much of an effect on you.

Was this what it was like to be you when you wore lingerie?

“No thought in brain, only Mingyu. Mingyuuu,” you chanted.

Mingyu managed to dodge a swipe you made at him. “Who are you? Where’s my angel gone? Give her back to me!”

“Right here, just give me them babies,” you replied with your zombie voice. Mingyu giggled.

He took a step backwards, and then another. You copied him but at a slower pace. With a final step backwards, Mingyu spun on his heel and dashed around the corner and into the hallway.

He dived into one of the rooms before you could even take another step. He had disappeared in an instant.

You wanted to laugh. With how small your apartment was, it was a proven fact that it would be impossible for him to successfully hide.

You ‘became’ your human self again and strolled towards the general direction your lover ran.

“Oh Mingyu… Come out, come out, wherever you are…”

Mingyu cupped his face with his hands, reducing any chances of you hearing him breathe. He couldn’t laugh, but you made him giddy like a child. He was a grown man playing and seek after all.

All that could be heard in the house was the movie that was still playing on the TV, and the light scuffs of your house slippers against the floor.

You finally reached the bedroom you shared with Mingyu at the end of the hallway. Little did you know, he was hiding behind the door. Not hiding, but ready to attack.

You pouted, looking around. “Baby? I’m not a zombie anymore. Just horny.”

As soon as you made it all the way into the room, the door slammed behind you. Your breath was stolen when a giant shadow grabbed you and pulled you onto the bed.

You found yourself on your back, caged in by Mingyu. He had a hand on either side of your head on the mattress, and a knee on the edge of it between your legs.

“It’s just a pair of pants and a shirt,” Mingyu murmured as he bent his head to kiss your cheek.

His nose traced patterns on your face, heading down towards your neck to take in your familiar scent. He loved when you wore this fragrance.

“Just a pair of pants and a shirt?!” You parroted in offence. You threw your arms around his neck. “It is more than that. It is the masculine version of lacey lingerie! It is the sexiest, sluttiest outfit you could put on. You look sexy as fuck!”

Mingyu blushed at your words with a very, very shy smile on his face. He knew that he was attractive, but to have you enthusiastically praise his appearance made him proud of the effort he put in at the gym. Your opinion of him mattered most.

He kissed your head. “Thank you baby.”

“Kim Mingyu, if you don’t lay on this bed and let me worship your body I swear on your dog’s life…”

“Not if I worship you first. Who told you these fluffy shorts are my weakness?”

#mingyu #kim mingyu #svt mingyu #mingyu imagine #mingyu fanfic #mingyu imagines #no thoughts only mingyu

[extrastranszanepropaganda]

MCD Rewrite - Gene

BRUUUHHHHHHH his palette FOUGHT me dude. I wanted it to include red with some blue undertones to reflect his brother, while at the same time he needed to be wearing mostly black and stuff since he’s more cloak and dagger + his magick type. So hopefullyyyy it comes across

Text on the image is under the cut!

+ Older brother of Dante, after their mother left them, he took care of him

+ He was very protective and supportive of Dante (aka can, has, and will beat tf out of transphobes)

+ Was born with magicks, specifically the ability to overshadow (basically possession + meat puppets) and would use this to steal/ get opportunities for him and his brother, much to Dante’s chagrin

+ Conflicted, one day Dante vents to an adult he thought he could trust about the moral delima but uh oh! The bitch was lying and cannot be trusted. He rallies the town and they go on a witch hunt, burning Gene at the stake (part of this can be seen on Dante’s sheet)

+ Thanks to working with the guards, he comes back as a shadow knight. This new magicks melded well with his innate abilities, allowing him to not only quickly climb the ranks, but to also become shadow itself.

+ I like to think that his power motifs differ from the straight up flame abilities most of the knights wield, because (A) not only does it blend well with his powers, but his personality too and (B) the dood is a bit scared of fire

+ Most of his body is made up of burn scar tissue, and thanks to revival magicks he’s able to still move around p easily and stuff, but he still has to wear compression clothes, treat the burn sights with care, and has horrible tremors. Not to mention his fine motor skills are basically gone

+ He’s got a quiet but authoritative Deep raspy voice thanks to being a burnt chicken nugget

Extra Notes

+ He becomes desaturated when uses smoke abilities (specifically when he turns into smoke

+ Compression wraps and shirt to help w burn scars pain and he has more underneath his baggy pants and such

+ There is a scar chart revealing burn scars covering most of his body, all the way up to his neck

+ He/Him

+ Age: 21

+ Height: 6’ 1”

#aphblr #aphmau #mcd #minecraft diaries #mcd rewrite #diares rewrite #art #gene alighieri #gene mcd #ex’s mcd redesigns

[nanamistie]

Can you do any of the Haikyuu boys x Fem!reader, where they get into an argument (with an angst ending please🥹🥹🥹) if you can’t that’s perfectly fine <3

Haikyuu boys getting in an argument with Fem!reader, and never solve the problem.

Warnings: angst, no comfort, swearing, harsh words, cheating, heavy breakups.

Oikawa

You were such a perfect couple, at least, that's what you thought. You were so proud of him, always comforted him after losing, he cared for you, he helped you with school. It was kinda weird that he never showed you publicly, or even mentioned that he has a relationship in interviews, but those didn't matter that much to you. You were in love, right? So then, why did you find him like this?

“Oikawa how could you do this to me?” you asked him desperately trying to hear that it was just a dream. “I’m sorry, I got bored of this relationship’’ he simply replied. Your eyes widened. “Y-You got b-bored?? Oikawa Tooru, how could you? I was there to wipe your tears when you lost, and I still didn't get bored -you paused- i hoped and prayed that one day you’ll win and be happy, and I would’ve wiped those tears again because they would’ve been of joy. And you got b-bored?” you looked at him with tears running down your cheeks. “I don't need to explain myself, it’s not my fault you were dumb and got attached” and with that he simply left you there, crying all by yourself.

Atsumu

He was so full of himself tonight. His team won an official match against Karasuno, but that doesn’t give him an excuse to treat you like this.

“How about we celebrate by eating out?” you asked while he sat on your shared bed. “Nah, I'll go talk to the boys and maybe play a game or two” he said standing up from the bed. “Why don’t you celebrate with me and you celebrate with them? I was there for you in stands of all your matches”

“Y/n, they are my teammates, they are more important than you are. Plus, you are a woman, why don’t you go back in the kitchen and make me something to eat.” your face got all red and flushed, you grabbed your purse and hit him in the head with full force. “Fuck you!” you grabbed your keys and left the apartment.

You slept at your friend's house, actually, you barely slept. You waited for him to call you all night, but he never did.

Kuroo

The last few days had been very tense. You and your boyfriend Kuroo were having a lot of small arguments,about the fact that he got late home almost everyday, he wasn’t giving you enough attention, you couldn’t come to his matches, things like this. But none of the small fights ended like this one in this morning:

“All I’m saying is that you could come home earlier from practice, or at least bother to text me that you’re gonna be late, it’s like you don’t even care that I'm here waiting for you day and night!” you yell at him. “Whatever Y/n, I’m late to practice” you both knew this was a lie. But you heard him mutter under his breath “I wanted a break anyway.”

And with that, he left. He left with no goodbye, no explanation, no excuses. You felt your whole world collapsing on you. You sat with your knees to your chest, crying, hoping he will come back and tell you that he didn’t mean what he just said.

Bokuto

Today he lost another game. And he felt like it was all his fault. So why won't he blame somebody else and maybe let his anger out on that person too?

“Baby, Kou, it’s fine, it’s just a game” you get interrupted by him. “No, it’s not just a game, Y/n, it’s volleyball, everything is important about it! WELL, I MEAN HOW WOULD YOU KNOW WHEN YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE A HOBBY, YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING! ALL YOU DO IS BOTHER ME AND KEEP DISTRACTING ME FROM THE ONLY THING THAT I REALLY LOVE!!” you pause your breathing. You felt so guilty, you look down, you don’t even dare maintaining eye contact with your “boyfriend”. Tears pick at your eyes, and you cross your arms.

“Yeah, sure, cry, that’s all you can do, since you know what I just said is true.” You felt those words cut so deep, your heart broke in a million pieces.

Osamu

You never really learned how to cook, but seeing your boyfriend cook everyday made you learn a few things, so you thought you could make something special for him tonight. I mean, what could go wrong? Everything.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU WASTED SO MUCH INGREDIENTS, AND YOU STILL FUCKING BURNED IT, HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE?!” he yelled at you, showing you the mess you made in his kitchen. “I'm really sorry, I just wanted to make something good for you once…”

“Well, apparently you can’t, so why don't you just leave?” You looked up at him, but his gaze scared you- there was no more love in his eyes, not even a little bit. What was wrong with you, were you that hard to love?

Iwaizumi

“I love listening to you” you confess to him. “You do?” you look at him, reassuring him “Yes baby, of course i do! Even when you talk about how much you hate Oikawa, you know, i had a friend that i hated her the exact same way but-”

“Well if you like listening to me, then why do you make it about yourself?” you froze. Did you just do that? “I-” you looked into his eyes searching for his love and reassuring but where were those? “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to, you know that, right? I’m really sorry, Haji, look at me” you tried grabbing his face but he pushed your hands away. “Just leave me alone already, with your excuses and everything. I’m getting tired of this. We’re done.”

You hated yourself. That small mistake you didn’t even know you made, cost you everything.

...

Hey!! Of course I can write this! Sorry it took a long time, someone caught a cold and couldn't do it on time. Hope you liked it!

💕💕💕

#haikyuu angst #hq boys #haikyuu headcanons #hq angst #haikyuu boys #hq headcanons #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa angst #oikawa headcanons #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu angst #atsumu headcanons #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo angst #kuroo headcanons #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto angst #bokuto headcanons #miya osamu #osamu x reader #osamu angst #osamu headcanons #iwazumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi angst #iwaizumi headcanons

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

Better Than I Imagined

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song Inspiration: I wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red)

Nanami patiently waited outside of the infirmary while Shoko was healing you. He paced back and forth, not wanting to rest until he saw you happily walking out through the doors.

You weren’t injured badly. You took a hard hit on your side that you were bleeding. But you knew it wasn’t anything major. At least when you have Shoko tending your injuries, you’ll be good as new. Yet, Nanami was impatient. He opened the door. You sat on the table, only wearing your sports bra. When you looked up at him, the two of you blushed.

“Oh, Nanami,” Shoko said. “Don’t worry. She’s almost done.” Nanami regained composure as he fixed his glasses and stood up straight.

“Okay,” he said and walked closer to you. “How are you feeling?”

“Good as new, Kento-kun!” you replied optimistically. Nanami nodded.

“That’s good,” he said, his tone softer in his response.

“You’re being a worrywart,” Shoko commented. Nanami blushed. “Alright, all done.”

“Thank you, Shoko,” you said gratefully. Shoko nodded with a smile. She leaned in closer to your ear.

“Tell your boyfriend that you’re strong,” she said. “He’s got nothing to worry about.” You blushed. Shoko chuckled and walked away. You sat there flustered while putting your shirt back on. Nanami walked up to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” he asked curiously. You nodded. “I’ll bring you home.”

“I-I’ll be okay,” you replied. “Thank you though.” Nanami frowned but nodded.

“Just text me when you get home,” he said.

“I will.”

Yet, Nanami stayed behind. He walked with you back to the office so you could work on your reports.

“Thank you for walking with me, Kento-kun,” you said with a smile on your face. Oh how he loves your smile. How badly he just wants to kiss you.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “How long do you plan to stay here?”

“I’m not sure. I won’t be too late though. I think I’m staying around the city tomorrow. I don’t want to hold you up though. I know you’re not a fan of working overtime. Tonight’s your chance to get off on time,” you said. Nanami smiled softly. He almost reached out to caress your cheek. “B-But, company is nice.” Watching you blush made him blush. He rubbed the back of his head.

“I wouldn’t mind doing that,” he answered.

The evening was quiet. You sat comfortably in your chair while writing in your reports. Nanami took the small couch as he did his. He would glance up at you. He imagines himself walking up behind you and wrapping you in his arms while he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. He sighed which caught your attention.

“Kento-kun, if you don’t want to be here—“

“I want to be here,” he immediately said. Nanami cleared his throat. He stood up and walked over to you. You watched him carefully, curious to what his next move would be.

“Kento-kun?” Nanami was flustered. The usual calm and collected man was in a thought block. He didn’t know where he was going with this. You blushed at his blushing face. Slowly, you stood up. You smiled cutely and went up on your tippy toes and gave him a peck on the lips. “Just how I imagined but better.”

“W-What’s better?” he asked curiously.

“Your lips,” you answered. “I always wondered how they felt.”

“Me too,” his whispered softly as softly caressed your cheek.

He watched the color of your cheeks change to a tint of pink. He smiled and leaned in. He kissed you softly that made you feel weak in the knees. When you felt his tongue touch your lips, you parted them to let him in. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed on to his lips harder. He held you by the waist and kept you close to him. When he pulled away, Nanami gave you small kisses to your cheeks, nose, and then your forehead.

“We can go to the city tomorrow together,” he said. “And, we can have lunch together. And maybe dinner when work is over.”

“Are you asking me out on a date, Kento-kun?” you asked with a smile. Nanami nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

#nanami x reader #nanami x you #jujutsu kaisen #nanami jjk #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami kento #nanami fanfic #jjk nanami #nanami #kento nanami #nanami fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x you #jjk x reader

[oh-katsuki]

your cup of espresso sits untouched and cooling on the dinner table. you have it after dinner every night, one sugar cube evenly dissolved through the mixture, giving it an almost syrupy flavor that is lovely to sip. it's bitter, but the right kind of bitter, and somehow so impossibly sweet. a perfect finish to the day.

the black screen of your phone sits unobtrusively beside your wrist. you pick it up idly, illuminating it with a quick tap of your finger. a few new notifications, instagram, snapchat, texts, twitter notifications you don't care about. nothing really all too pressing.

you tap to open up your contacts, scrolling and coming to a stop at his name. gojo satoru with a little red heart beside it.

at first, you only tap on it to look. it's not really like you had any plan to text or ring him. you just wanted to look at his contact card, maybe stare for a few minutes at the smiling, half ugly photo of him set as his contact picture. you're in the background of it, grabbing his upper arm to get his attention. it's a photo from a work meetup and nanami took it. somehow, it's come to mean a lot more to you than just a contact photo. you sigh, contemplating the phone call and then, without much fanfare, you click the button.

it rings in your ear as you put it up to the side of your head. your heart pounds in your chest, waiting for the ringing to come to a stop, maybe to hear his voice. it's been a long while since he's answered your calls though and you let out a humorless laugh as his voicemail plays.

"hey, you've reached gojo satoru. sorry i missed your call, i'm just soooo busy—" someone interrupts him, "hey can't you see im recording my voicemail message?" there's a small noise and then he's back, closer now. "—anyway, leave a message at the beep and maybe i'll call you back."

he'd set it in high school and his voice is a familiar and delightful higher pitch. you'd always told him that he needed to change it to something more mature, but he'd always blink at you and give you the same answer.

"who the hell would be calling me?" he'd say. "think i'm applying for another job or something?"

and you could never really argue with it. sure, you could've told him that it was immature, but at the end of the day he was right. it's not like he'd ever planned to change professions and professional conduct meant fuck-all when he was the strongest sorcerer of the modern age.

"hey," you start, clearing your throat, "it's me again. i don't know why i thought you'd actually answer my call this time, just sort of felt like you would. it was nice to hear your voice though, even if it was your voicemail message."

you run your finger along the grain in the wood of your table, tracing its intricate pattern with a light touch.

"i made that strawberry shortcake thing today." you're not really sure why you're telling him that. "you know, the one with the cream instead of frosting. it was good, kinda hard to make the actual cake though. the house smells good now. but yeah, i had a day off for once so i just sort of... hung around." you can feel your bottom lip growing raw with the way you chew on it between sentences. there's not really a reason that you called him. nothing particularly interesting has happened to you, let alone anything he'd care about, but you just felt like talking. still do, even if it's to his voicemail box, and you continue speaking into it about your day.

you like to think he couldn't be bothered to answer the phone. lazy, in some way, to answer your needy call. you like to think that maybe he'd seen the call, his phone ringing on the counter, from where he was in the shower. he'll listen to your voicemail and call you when he's out and dry to ask about trying the cake, maybe.

"would have been nice to see you. it's been like... two months since we've met up. i know you're probably busy though. doing whatever it is you do on the weekend, not that i really know anymore."

the kitchen light suddenly seems too bright, casting its artificial yellow glow down on the center of your table. you reach up to rub your temples. there's a dull throb beginning behind your eyes and in the bridge of your nose. it's almost like you're about to cry and as you sniffle quietly into the receiver, you can feel the swell of emotions as it rises in you.

"i really miss you, satoru," you say with a defeated sigh. "i know i probably sound like a broken record and that your phone storage must really be taking a hit, but i do. you probably get a kick out of knowing that though," the laugh that comes from you is muddled as your nose begins to run, and you reach quickly to wipe it. "wish you'd call me back. or come home, maybe. it's funny, i keep thinking that you'll come in the door any minute and the feeling never really... stops."

you clear your throat again, putting your tongue in your cheek and steeling your nerves a little.

"well, i'll let you go now," you swallow, laughing a little like the statement is silly. he's not really on the phone. it doesn't matter all that much how long the voicemail is. "stop before the voicemail lady cuts me off. but yeah, i just wanted to call. i keep hoping that you'll pick up. who knows, right?"

there's a short pause and then you inhale, straightening your back.

"i love you," you say. "always have. i'll call you tomorrow too, so... yeah. i love you, satoru. bye."

you pull your phone away from the side of your face, clicking the end call button a little too quickly before putting it face down on the table. it's comforting to call him, but it hurts too. there's always the hope that he'll answer. that by some miraculous turn of events, the ringing will stop short and he'll draw out a hello in a pleasant tenor hum. of course, he'd know exactly who's calling. satoru always did.

maybe you'll pay him a visit tomorrow, say all of this directly to him, though you haven't had the courage yet to visit that little stone plaque. it's a little too hard, for now. it's easier to think that he's ignoring your calls than incapable of answering them all together.

someday, his voicemail will fill up and you'll have to confront the truth. it will fill up, you'll be greeted by the voice mailbox full message, and there will be no one on the other end to clear it.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jujutsu kaisen manga spoilers #bro i really miss him #im so. #my everything. he's my everything #i hope you're resting baby #tw: angst #tw: major character death

[tigertales9]

Hard Reset VII

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Fluff

Description: This fic covers the bye week secret wedding night.

Time/Place: Tuesday, Oct. 17, 2023 / the lakehouse

A/N: This is the seventh fic in the Hard Reset series.

That last chapter was long as hell, y'all, so I decided to break the next few bits up into smaller pieces. I have a few more things I'm working on for the bye week honeymoon, so I'll try to get those up in the next week or so. After that, we'll see where it goes. Things might slow down a bit b/c of the holidays, but I'll pick it back up eventually.

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"Surprise!" Joe hollers as he carries you over the threshold. "There's hardly any furniture!" You laugh along with him as he sets you down. "The Thompsons cleared out most of their stuff after the sale went through," he continues. "But they left a lot of stuff here -- that huge, flatscreen TV above the fireplace, a few lamps, cookware, dishes, glasses, towels, a bunch of candles, stuff like that." He shrugs. "They said to just donate what we don't want."

"That was nice of them," you smile, turning in a circle as you take in your surroundings, your gaze landing on two large flower arrangements sitting on the coffee table. "Wow!" you chirp, walking over to bury your nose in the velvety red roses. "These are gorgeous," you sigh, giving Joe a smile as you admire the floral display.

"Five dozen roses," he states. "One dozen for every year we've been together." He returns your smile before continuing. "The local florist said she didn't have a vase big enough to do one huge arrangement, so I said two would be fine."

"They're perfect," you whisper, taking another sniff as he digs his phone out of his pocket.

"I need to text Max real quick to let him know we got here and everything looks great."

You watch as he sends the text before setting his phone on the coffee table. "So Max the caretaker actually exists?" you tease. "I'm not sure what the truth is."

"Yeah," he murmurs, giving you a sheepish look before continuing. "The truth is that I lied through my teeth about driving out here just to move the bed under the skylight. I'd already bought the house at that point but didn't want to tell you and ruin the surprise. That night, when you thought I was cheating, I actually met Max and a crew of furniture delivery guys who delivered our outdoor furniture plus our bed, bedside tables, sofa and coffee table."

You raise an eyebrow and look closer at the coffee table and sofa. "Yep, they look familiar," you nod.

"They're the same ones we have at home," he explains, "except I went with a deep teal blue leather for the sofa instead of the black leather we have at home. If you don't like it we can …"

"I love it," you interject, pointing at your teal sweater. "Teal is one of my fav colors, and it's a perfect color for a lakehouse."

"Okay, good," he plows ahead, gesturing around the vast room. "I only picked out a few things because I want you to pick out everything else -- the remainder of the living room furniture, dining room furniture, bedroom furniture, barstools, breakfast nook, guest rooms, sunroom, bathrooms, and whatever other rooms I'm forgetting."

You give him a smile as he continues, his nervous energy on full display.

"You'll prob want to redo the kitchen countertops," he states, walking toward the kitchen as you follow behind. "Maybe something like that quartz you picked out for your parents' lakehouse when they re-did their kitchen last year?"

"Sounds good," you murmur, pulling him into a tight hug. "I think you need to relax," you suggest, pressing kisses against his neck until he pulls back. "Not yet," he mumbles, dropping a kiss on your lips before heading for the side door. "I need to pull the car into the garage and bring everything inside."

"Let me help."

"I got it," he states. "I'll bring in the groceries first, and you can put those away while I get everything else."

"Okay," you agree, shaking your head as he disappears out the door to the garage. "He's nervous as fuck," you mutter, spinning around to head out on the back deck, bringing in the champagne, glasses, cooler and tote bag (with the deed inside) just in time to see him come in carrying a few grocery bags; he drops them on the kitchen island before heading back out.

You heave a sigh as you drop your haul on the kitchen island and ignore the bags of groceries, knowing there's nothing that needs to be refrigerated. You top off the champagne glasses and give him a smile as he breezes back in carrying two boxes and two duffle bags. "What's in the boxes?" you ask, taking a sip of bubbly while handing him his glass.

"Just a comforter, shams and several faux fur throws plus a few other things. The sheets are in that duffle bag," he continues, pointing at a bag as you give him a smile.

"I know. I caught you cramming them in there, remember?"

"Yeah," he grins, taking a sip of champagne. "Not my shiestiest moment."

"Come here," you coax, reaching for his hand. "I have something to show you." You lead him back to the living room and point at the sofa. "Sit," you order, grabbing something out of your purse before sitting next to him.

"Do you want a full tour of the house?" he asks.

"Later."

"Should we put the sheets and stuff on the bed?"

"Later," you repeat, giving him a smile while patting the black leather book on your lap. "Let's look at this first."

"What is it?" he asks, taking a sip of bubbly as you scoot closer and open the book.

"Okay, don't laugh, 'cause the title is kinda cheesy," you admit, giving him a sheepish grin. "But I know how much you like real books, so I thought you might like this."

He looks at the first page and reads the title. "The Story of Us - Volume One."

"It's a little cheesy," you reiterate, "but every other basic ass was using it so I stole it," you giggle.

"I like it," he admits, smiling as you turn the page. "Ohhh, it's a picture book," he whispers, taking a huge gulp of his champagne. "So much cooler than a photo album," he mutters as he leans in close to study the first pic. "What's this?" he asks.

"It's the night we had our first kiss," you answer, your mind rewinding back to that moment in time.

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You and Joe -- on your third date -- were sitting on the sofa in your apartment watching a movie when your roommate came home slightly tipsy.

"Y'all are the cutest couple!" she chirped, snapping a quick pic before heading to her bedroom. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone," she teased, giving you a knowing look before disappearing.

The tension between you and Joe had been crazy already, but it got even worse once she dropped the "lovebirds" line.

~ ~ ~

"Oh my God, I was nervous as hell that night," Joe reminisces with a smile. "I literally don't remember what movie we were watching because I spent the entire time trying to decide if I should make a move on you. I was super close to working up the courage to put my arm around you when Gina busted in."

You return his smile. "And you quickly scooted a foot away from me like we just got caught doing something naughty." Y'all laugh at the memory, shaking your heads as you look fondly at the pic -- you and Joe with a solid foot of sofa cushion between you, both looking slightly guilty.

"I was so fucking awkward," he groans.

"But you more than made up for it later that night," you soothe.

"I tried to convince myself it was like a game situation," he shrugs. "Like, when I was leaving, I was giving myself a mental pep talk to go in for a goodnight kiss as I followed you down the hall to your front door."

"What was your mental pep talk?"

"Two minute drill type of vibe," he grins. "Don't overthink it, just make a quick read and react."

"Your read was accurate, as usual, and the kiss was amazing."

"Yep," he grins. "To quote Judge Sheila - 'That kiss was a doozy!"

"It really was," you agree. "First kisses are supposed to be awkward, but that one was anything but."

"Our chemistry has always been crazy. That first kiss solidified something I'd already been thinking."

"Which was?"

He gives you a naughty wink before answering. "That you were going to absolutely blow my mind in bed."

"And did I?" you tease.

"You know you did, and you've been doing it ever since."

"You definitely do your share of mind blowing," you purr, giving him a quick kiss before turning to the next page.

Y'all continue to sip champagne and peruse the photos, laughing at the memories they evoke. There are pics of y'all on the LSU campus, at parties and after football games. Joe points at a pic of himself in his football uniform, sweaty as hell and exuding big dick energy after yet another victory. He has one arm wrapped tight around you, pulling you close while smiling down into your upturned face. "I'm sweating all over you," he states. "And I'm loving it," you groan, a thought flashing into your mind of the two of you entwined on the bed in his apartment, naked and sweaty from a different kind of exertion. Sex with Joe is always hot, but post-game victory sex is on another level.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks, the look on his face telling you he already knows the answer. "You know exactly what I'm thinking about," you grin as you turn the page.

The next several pages feature Bengals football games and parties followed by plenty of casual, holiday and vacation pics both just the two of you and with family and friends.

He groans as you point at a pic of y'all dancing at your parents' anniversary party a couple years back. "You looked so handsome that night," you sigh. "Too bad I can't dance for shit," he grumps. "I love the way you dance," you soothe, nudging his shoulder. "Maybe we can dance later?" you continue. "Maybe," he grumbles, quickly turning to the last page in the book.

You laugh at the pic of him from a few years back -- wearing nothing but wet swim trunks and a disgruntled expression -- sitting on the dock at your parents' lakehouse. "This is when you thought a fish nibbled on your toes. I've never seen anybody haul ass out of the lake as fast as you did."

He cuts his eyes at you as you giggle at the memory. "I'm glad you think it's funny that a fish tried to bite my toes off," he mutters, his playful smile at odds with his grumpy tone.

"Your toes are very nibble-worthy," you tease. "Can't blame the fish for trying."

"And you can't blame me for wearing aqua socks in the lake for the rest of my life." Y'all laugh together for a minute before he takes a deep breath and continues. "That's also one of the main reasons we're gonna have a swimming pool put in here. I love to swim without socks, but I need to see what's in the damn water."

"I think a pool would be awesome," you agree. "We have plenty of room for a nice one."

"Yep, I'm thinking a free-form resort style with a sun shelf, a hot tub, a sunken fire pit area, and a swim-up bar."

You raise your eyebrows. "You're a grotto shy of going full Hugh Hefner," you grin, giggling when he gives you a look. "I'm kidding," you soothe. "It sounds amazing."

"I have some pics I'll show you later," he chuckles. "Just a few ideas to think about. I promise my vision is more classy than porny."

"I'll take your word for it."

"Speaking of pics," he says, gesturing at his phone on the coffee table. "That sunset pic we just took is def going in The Story of Us - Volume Two. Plus at least a couple of the pics Judge Sheila took after our secret wedding ceremony."

"For sure," you agree, clinking your glass against his and draining the remaining bubbly.

Twenty minutes later -- after a super quick house tour ending in the expansive master suite on the third floor -- y'all have just finished making your bed in the teal blue sheets, pillow cases and comforter + shams Joe picked out.

"It looks great," you smile, your eyes going wide when he hurries out the door.

"Forgot the candles," he hollers over his shoulder, reappearing a couple minutes later with an armful of candles. You watch as he places three candles on each bedside table and lights them.

"Super romantic," you purr, approaching him with a little swagger in your step. "I have some naughty lingerie I can change into," you offer.

He raises an eyebrow at your dirty grin, considering your offer for several seconds before responding. "I can't wait to see it, but can we do that tomorrow night? Tonight I want you just like this." He leans down and drops a kiss on your lips before hesitating. "Hold on a sec," he whispers, walking to a bedside table and fumbling around for a bit before the sultry sound of smooth jazz fills the air.

He walks back toward you, a shy look on his face. "You wanna dance?" he asks. "I'd love to," you smile, stepping into his embrace, your hands resting on his shoulders as you nestle your cheek against his chest. His hands settle on your hips as y'all sway to the music, the sound of his strong heartbeat throbbing against your ear setting off an answering throb deep inside you.

After a couple songs, one of his hands slides under your sweater and nestles against the small of your back, pulling you closer, the skin-to-skin contact feeling exquisitely intimate as he nuzzles his face in your hair and takes a deep breath. "You always smell so good," he whispers, "everywhere," he continues, smiling when you tilt your head to look up at him. "You too," you breathe, the look on his face causing your pulse to react in anticipation.

He licks his lips before continuing. "I thought you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen when I first laid eyes on you." He drops a kiss on your lips. "But you're even more beautiful now," he states, capturing your lips in a slow-burn kiss, slowly licking into your mouth like he's tasting you for the first time. You lean into him and open wide for his tongue, moaning into his mouth just before he abruptly pulls back.

"Why am I so fucking nervous?" he groans, burying his face against your neck.

"I'm nervous, too," you soothe.

"Are you also hot as hell?" he asks. "Like literally about to combust?"

"Yeah," you croak. "Maybe we should crack open a window."

He hurries to do your bidding before returning to you, a worried look on his face. "We've been having amazing sex for five years, but I'm freaking out on our wedding night. Why?" he rasps, the look on his face solidifying your decision to tell him the truth.

"I think I know why you're so nervous."

"Why?" he repeats.

"Football isn't going exactly as you want right now because of your calf injury, so you put a lot of pressure on yourself to make the secret wedding and wedding night as perfect as possible. It's something you have complete control over, unlike football, but the need for perfection is messing with your head and making you nervous."

He stares at you for several seconds before taking a deep breath. "Shit," he mumbles, running a hand through his hair while giving you a sheepish smile. "You always talk about me being able to read you, but you can read me just as easily. Sorry I'm being so weird and awkward about this."

"You're not being weird and awkward," you soothe. "You wanted everything to be perfect and it has been, okay? It's been like a dream for me. I'll never forget it as long as I live. -- But I think it's time for me to call an audible."

He studies your expression for a bit before speaking. "What's the call?"

"I want you to get undressed and lie face down on the bed so I can give you a massage."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," you state, reaching to unbutton his jeans. "Let me help you relax and take the edge off."

His demeanor shifts as soon as those words leave your mouth; he knows exactly what you mean, and a small smile graces his sensual lips as he strips naked before kneeling at your feet. Your breath catches in your throat as he unzips your knee boots; you place your hands on his broad shoulders to steady yourself as he removes your boots and socks before slowly peeling your leggings off. He stands back up and unties your wrap sweater, easing it off of you and dropping it on top of the pile of mingled clothes.

When he's done, you're left in nothing but seafoam green bra and panties, your pulse reacting to the look in his eyes as he leans down and gives you a lingering kiss before crawling onto the bed face down like you ordered.

You take a deep breath before joining him on the bed, straddling his waist and leaning forward to dig your fingers into his tense shoulders as he moans his appreciation. You take your time massaging him, relishing his grunts and groans and mumbled praise as you hit all the right spots that need attention.

Once you've thoroughly worked him head to toe you ask him to roll over, your eyes immediately drawn to his erection as he does your bidding. "Spread your legs," you urge, crawling between his thighs when he follows orders. "Fast or slow?" you continue, licking your lips as you anticipate the taste of him on your tongue.

"Gonna have to be fast," he admits. "I'm halfway there already."

"Yes, sir," you breathe, lowering your head to get down to business.

"Wait," he mutters just before you make contact. You let your lips hover an inch above his shaft while flicking your gaze up to his. "Take your bra off for me," he orders, his eyes glued to you as you sit up and slowly unclasp your bra before letting it slide down your arms; you toss it on the pile of clothes as you raise an inquisitive eyebrow at him. "Anything else?" you ask, cupping your breasts and bouncing them a few times before rubbing your already-hard nipples, biting your lip when his cock twitches at the sensual display. "No," he croaks, swallowing hard as you continue to tease your sensitive peaks. "Jesus, baby, you better hurry or I'm gonna cum before you even touch me."

"That sounds hot, but I wanna taste you." You grip his cock at the base and run your hand up the long, hard length of him, a gush of saliva flooding your mouth at the sight of the precum adorning his tip; you lower your head and lick him clean before taking him in your mouth, working him fast and deep while he buries his hands in your hair and bucks his hips up; he explodes in your mouth after just a few minutes, his groans of pleasure going straight to your core as you swallow everything he has to offer.

You eventually crawl up and cuddle him, kissing his neck and stroking his chest as he comes down from the intense climax.

After a few more minutes he drops a kiss on your forehead and points at the skylight. "The clouds are obscuring the stars right now," he states, "but when it's clear, we'll be able to see the Big Dipper."

You giggle before speaking up. "You know I'm gonna make a Big Dipper joke about your dick, right?"

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't."

"Well, no matter if it's cloudy or not, I expect to see the Big Dipper every time I sleep in this bed with you," you purr.

"Damn right," he chuckles, giving you another forehead kiss before sitting up and scooting down the bed.

You watch closely as he slides your panties off and tosses them aside, crawling between your legs and spreading them wide as he moves back up your body, stopping to press kisses on either side of your aching core before continuing upward; he eventually nuzzles his face into your neck, his soft scruff tickling you as he drops kisses against your sensitive skin before pressing his lips against your ear. "Fast or slow?" he asks, nipping your earlobe hard enough to elicit a gasp from you before you answer.

"Fast," you whine. "I'm really close."

"Mmmm," he hums, kissing his way down to your breasts, teasing your nipples for several minutes while you squirm beneath him. "Please," you moan, burying your hands in his hair, fighting the urge to shove his head down where you want it as he takes his sweet time pleasuring you. "I said fast," you remind him, your arousal leveling up as he gives you a feral grin before kissing his way down your torso, stopping to rim your belly button before dropping wet kisses in a line all the way down to about an inch above your aching clit.

You hold your breath waiting for the feel of his hot tongue right where you need it, your hips grinding restlessly as the throbbing in your core escalates. "Please, baby!" you beg, making a sound between a whimper and a scream when he finally licks a stripe up your drenched folds before latching onto your swollen clit, rhythmically sucking you in a way he knows you love, making a sound of primal satisfaction low in his throat as you lose control, your hands in his hair and his name on your lips as you come apart.

"Got damn, you're good at that," you eventually rasp, after taking a few minutes to catch your breath.

"Did you like that?" he purrs, licking his slick lips while watching you closely.

"A little bit, yeah," you pant, chill bumps rising on your entire body at the hot look in his eyes.

"Good, 'cause I'm about to do it again," he states. "But I'm gonna do it slow this time, okay?"

"Okay," you whisper, biting your lip when he lowers his head and gently tickles your clit with his scruff before parting your soaked folds with his tongue.

~ ~ ~

The next few hours pass by like a fever dream, with Joe pleasuring you and you pleasuring him in every way imaginable -- from soft, sensual lovemaking to sheet-clawing, hair-pulling, filthy sex.

At some point you flutter your eyes open and realize the clouds have parted to reveal a canopy of stars in the skylight, and a sudden thought hits you, that there's no place in the world you'd rather be than right here in this lakehouse love nest with your man -- your husband -- taking his time pleasuring you, his talented mouth on your neck, your breasts and between your thighs, his thick shaft moving inside you as he whispers sweet and filthy praise to you, your bare skin bathed in starlight and his big, warm body a delicious contrast to the cool breeze wafting in from the open window.

Absolute bliss, you think as you arch up into his next thrust and sink your teeth into his muscular shoulder.

~ ~ ~

A few hours later you come awake slowly, not sure what woke you up.

"Sorry," Joe whispers, sliding back in bed beside you. "I forgot to shut the window earlier, and it's getting a little chilly."

"Mmmm," you hum, snuggling against him as he pulls you close and nestles the covers around you.

"The clouds are gone," he murmurs, kissing your temple as you both gaze up at the stars.

"It's beautiful," you whisper, your breath catching in your throat as a flash of light blazes across the sky. "What was that?" you ask.

"Umm, either a shooting star or a UFO," Joe answers. "Airplanes don't move that fast."

"Should we make a wish?" you ask sleepily.

"Yes," he answers.

You're just on the verge of sleep a few minutes later when his voice pulls you back. "What did you wish for?"

"Nothing," you murmur. "I already have everything I want."

His breath catching in his throat makes you raise your head to make eye contact with him. "What did you wish for?" you ask, the look on his face bringing you completely awake.

"I wished for a lifetime of moments like this," he whispers. "There's no place in the world I'd rather be than right here with you," he continues, capturing your lips before you can tell him you had that exact same thought earlier.

Telepathic, you think to yourself, vowing to tell him as soon as you can but content for the moment to lose yourself in his embrace.

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Sucks to be Him

Summary: You were trying to have a fun night with your friends when a handsome stranger introduced himself as your mate. The problem? You have a boyfriend.

Pairing: Werewolf! Haechan x Witch! Female reader

Warnings: smut, reader is slightly older, no actual cheating

“I must be the luckiest motherfucker on Earth.”

 Confused, you looked to your right to see a man with beautiful tan skin and boyish soft features leaning against the wall next to you. His smile was mischievous but his eyes held such a gentle spark that you felt jealous of whoever that look was directed towards. You looked then to your left, trying to find who he was talking to, only to see a few guys vomiting and a girl drunk calling her ex.

 You frown and look back to your right, where he is still staring right at you, this time eyeing you up and down while biting his lower lip softly. 

“Excuse me?,” you asked, giving him an unamused glare.

“Fuck, even your voice is pretty,” he  chuckled as he rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes.

“...Are you high?”

“It sure feels like it,” he sighed dreamily. 

“...OK. Bye,” you awkwardly said, willing yourself to go back into the noisy club, but before you could walk past the handsome stranger, he grabbed your arm and pulled you roughly against his body. You gasped as your free hand landed on his firm chest where his heart beat so hard and fast it almost felt like you were holding it in your palm.

“What’s the hurry, pretty?,” he asked, bringing your hand which he still hadn’t let go of to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

 You never let men treat you like this. Especially strangers. You would have beaten the shit out of him already, screamed or run if you weren’t feeling brave. But this time your body wouldn’t move, and it wasn’t because of fear. Being held by him felt good. You felt protected, wanted, adored, like you belonged with him and not with your boyfriend.

Right.

Your boyfriend.

While you were clubbing with friends, you  had to go out and look for a quiet place to call him, but he didn’t pick up.

You should be with him now.

Not with whoever this guy was.

Gathering all the strength you could and ignoring the sharp pain in your chest, you pushed him away with shaky hands. He looked more hurt than angry. His eyes glossed like he was about to cry at the abrupt rejection.

“I-...I have a b-boyfriend,” you stuttered as you clumsily took your phone and tried calling him again.

 The man seemed even more hurt at your words, his eyes wide and his eyebrows furrowed, mouth hanging open in disbelief. He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing while listening to the neverending call waiting beep. 

 When you finally gave up and hung up with a heavy sigh, he spoke again.

“He’s not picking up?” he asked, his eyes still closed as he rested his head on the wall. You ignored his question and quickly typed a message instead. “What a shitty boyfriend. I will never do that to you,” he continued matter of factly, like he was predicting the future instead of speaking hypothetically.

“He t-texted me,” you lied. “We’re gonna meet now.”

“Well, sucks to be him.”

“What?”

“I said it sucks to be him,” he said, opening his eyes slowly, “because you’ll have to break up with him.”

 You couldn’t believe your ears. The audacity.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Why would I break up with him?” you spitted, finally looking at him, ready to give him a piece of your mind, when you saw his eyes and froze.

They kept changing between golden and red.

Fuck.

A werewolf.

You recalled everything you learned about werewolves back in school. You never thought you would cross paths with one, since there were so few of them.

 You knew they weren’t naturally aggressive, but when their eyes turned red things could get messy. It was dangerous. You should be scared.

But you weren’t.

If anything you were weirdly attracted to and curious about this stranger.

“Because you’re my mate.The Moon chose you for me.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Yes, you do. You feel it too, don’t you?”

“...No,” you lied. But you knew he could see right through you. Your legs were visibly shaking, your face was hot and probably as red as his eyes, your heart was beating like crazy and there was a funny feeling expanding in your chest. You felt so warm it was becoming harder to think coherently. 

You had heard about werewolves having human mates, but you??

No way. No matter how attractive he was, you didn’t know this man. Hell he even looked younger than you. No. You had a boyfriend and you had always been a loyal girlfriend. That wouldn’t change because “The Moon” decided against it.

“No?”he asked almost mockingly and took slow steps towards you.

“No!” you repeated firmly and without a second thought you took a tiny satin sack from your purse and threw the content at him. Shiny golden dust landed on his face and he stumbled back shaking his head, fuddled. His body slid down the wall until he was laying on the floor, and his eyes fought the sleeping dust, trying not to lose sight of you. But not even a werewolf was immune to magic and soon he fell asleep. 

 You went home as fast as you could and texted your friends, letting them know you were too tired to party. You texted your boyfriend again, but he hadn’t even read your previous text.

 You thought about the werewolf alone outside of that shady club and it broke your heart. You wanted to go back and check if he was okay, if his hair was as soft as it looked, if his body was always that warm, if his lips-

Enough!

 Next week you were going to celebrate your anniversary with your boyfriend, he would probably propose, you would say yes and you would live happily ever after. You wouldn’t see thatwerewolf ever again.

The morning of your anniversary you woke up with a killer headache and the usual text from your boyfriend apologizing for not picking up your calls.

Seojun: Sorry, babe. I was busy.

Seojun: I’ll call you later, okay? love you

Y/N: It’s fine! Sorry for bothering you. I love you too! See you tonight

 You added as many heart emojis as you could and sent the message, staring at the screen for a few minutes in case he replied.He didn’t. He was a busy man, after all. You would have plenty of time to talk over dinner.

 You drank a sparkling painkiller potion and took a long shower before getting ready for work, which thankfully wasn’t far: you had to go down the stairs of your cozy  apartment and open your shop. You sold crystals, herbs, oils, and a few objects that were probably cursed. But the main attraction of the store was divination. Tons of people came everyday to ask about their future, their love compatibility and ways to make a fortune. Some of them were drunk groups of friends who got curious after seeing the shop on their way back home after partying. So the shop was strategically located near the hottest area.

 You had 3 clients who had made an appointment with you today and one walk-in customer who ended up buying clear quartz and black tourmaline for protection after the crystal ball showed a friend backstabbing them.

 You were about to close the store when your boyfriend called.

“Hello?” you picked up with a cheerful voice in spite of your tired body and the headache that refused to fade away.

“Hey y/n, how is work?”

“It was good!” you started when you heard the little bell on the door ring, indicating that someone had entered the store. “Sorry! we’re closing early today,” you told the customer without looking away from your purse where you were trying to find the keys to the store.You continued talking to Seojun, “ I’ll close the store now and go to the restaurant.”

“Oh nice, you’re closing early. Where are you going?” your boyfriend asked obliviously.

You stopped blindly searching for the key and sighed heavily, closing your eyes as the heachache only got worse.

“What do you mean where? Don’t you know what day is today?”

 Silence came from the other side of the line. The only voice you heard belonged to the customer who for some reason still hadn’t left the store and was having a drunk discussion (more like a monologue) about destiny with somebody else. Probably a friend who was too drunk to even reply.

“Did you forget our anniversary?!” you asked. More to confirm than anything else. The answer was clear.

“Y/n… you know I’ve been busy,” he started.

“I’m just saying,” the customer insisted on their philosophical conversation, “I presented before you and I still haven’t found my mate. How come you-”

“I SAID WE’RE CLOSED!” you snapped, finally turning to see the insistent customer. There stood the werewolf you met last week, next to another guy about his age who looked terrified at your sudden outburst. Both stared at you wide eyed. 

“Y/n, babe…I really don’t have the time today. I’ll make it up to yo-,”Seojun tried reasoning with you but you weren’t listening anymore.

“Seojun…I’ll call you later,” you mumbled and hung up the phone.

 An awkward silence took over the store as all three of you stared at each other.

“Sorry, we uh… we’re gonna uh- go, yeah…” the scared man with feline features whispered as he pulled the other man’s hoodie to move him towards the door.

“It’s her,” the tan skinned werewolf said firmly. 

“Huh?” 

“She’s my mate, Mark. The one I met last week.”

“The one who knocked you out with sleeping dust?”

“Yep.”

“Woah…dude! And you found her again in no more than a week? You really are The Moon’s favorite,” Mark said excitedly.

“What are you doing here?” you cut into the conversation rudely. “I told you I have a boyfriend.”

“The one who just forgot your anniversary?” your supposed mate raised an eyebrow exceptically. 

“Damn, what a shitty boyfriend,” said Mark. 

“That’s none of your business. Just get out!” you exclaimed.

“But…my friend here wants to ask about his future,” said the werewolf.

“As I said before,” you said completely out of patience. “We’re closing early.”

“Why? It’s not like you have plans anymore. Pretty sure your … ‘boyfriend’ just canceled,” he challenged, the word boyfriend coming out as a growl.

“Haechan, shut up! You’re so insensitive,” Mark slapped the man’s arm and turned to speak to you. “I’m so sorry about that. I’ve just…been feeling kinda hopeless lately and I could really use some guidance,” he whispered and looked at his feet, playing with the hem of his sweater. 

 Damn your sweet nature. How could you say no when he looked like a kicked puppy.

“This way,” you finally sighed and guided the two men into a room with a small round table covered with a long red cloth and three chairs. Statues of deities from different religions decorated the room along with beautiful crystals that reflected the dim light of the candles illuminating the room. On the table, a crystal ball, runes, tarot cards and some other divination methods awaited to be of use. 

“My name is Donghyuck. You can call me Haechan,” the tan skinned man suddenly said as soon as the three of you sat down.

“I didn’t ask,” you replied dryly.

“What’s your name?” he asked, ignoring your mean statement. 

You didn’t want him to know. You were already worried that he knew where you worked, so you decided to talk to Mark only.

“How about we do some candle wax reading?” you asked gently. Haechan scoffed.

“Sure, uh… w-whatever you want,” Mark replied nervously, looking at the statue he could swear had moved.

“If you don’t give me a name, I'll call you ‘love’ instead,” Haechan interrupted, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “How about ‘angel’? ‘Princess’? ‘Pretty’? You seemed to like that one-”

“Y/n,” you finally said, your cheeks turning red. “My name is y/n.”

“Y/n…” he repeated like he was savoring your name, looking into your eyes.

You caught the whimper right before it left your throat and  focused on Mark only, who was shifting awkwardly on the chair.

 You could tell how pure Mark was by how easy it was to chanell and see his future. The candle wax floated in the bowl of water making incredibly vivid figures that let you know all you needed to. He was close to meeting his mate alright. You warned him that this person would have quite a strong character and he could get hurt, but he was so excited about having a mate that he didn’t care about the rest. You smiled at how his eyes shined when he curiously looked at the wax and told him every other detail you could see.  You were quite proud of yourself for managing to concentrate when you could feel Haechan’s piercing eyes on you the entire time, and exhalled relieved when you finally led the two visitors to the door. 

“Y/n,” Haechan called your name before leaving. “I’ll drop by tomorrow.”

“Don’t-” you started but he had already left running with Mark who was euphoric at the discovery that he had someone special waiting for him. That, and the alcohol in his body. You were left alone in the dark store, the only noise being the little bell on the door still ringing after the two men closed it.

 You looked for your phone in your purse to find 4 missed calls from your boyfriend and a long text apologizing. Again. You would normally feel sad, but this time you felt nothing.

 When you went downstairs to open the shop the next morning, Haechan was already standing outside. As soon as you opened the door you were met with his boyish smile as he offered one of the coffee’s he was holding and made his way into the store.

 “Haechan…” you sighed, “you can’t be here.”

“Don’t be silly y/n. You’ll need as much help as you can starting today.”

“...Why?” you asked suspiciously.

“Mark was so happy with your work, he told absolutely everyone about how good you are. And he has a lot of friends. Everyone loves Mark,” he said pointing behind him to show you a large line of people waiting to enter. 

 You gasped.

“Ok, wow…uh… look, I appreciate your help, but I can handle it myself. We really shouldn’t see each other any-” you stopped mid sentence when he gently pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. His hand then rested on your cheek and his thumb caressed your lips, parting them. This time you couldn’t stop the faint whimper that he surely heard as he responded with a soft groan. 

 Just then you heard the bell and pushed him away nervously, facing your first customer of the day

 “H-hi! How can I help you?” you asked with your best customer service smile.

 “Hey, I have this necklace I inherited from my grandma,” the woman said showing you a beautiful necklace with a ruby pendant. “But when I wear it-”

“It’s cursed,” Haechan said, stepping forward and carefully grabbing the relic with his fingertips and placing it on the counter, where he turned on the lamp and pulled the magnifier glass out of the drawer like it was his shop. “14K gold over silver. Truly a beauty…Ah, here it is,” he said as he pointed at a tiny symbol carved at the back of the ruby.

 Both you and the customer stared at him dumbfounded. 

He then walked towards the customer and asked if he could see the back of her neck. Without questioning it, she quickly tied her hair up in a messy ponytail and Haechan stood behind her, looking for something. You stood next to him curiously. 

“Found it,” he murmured and pointed at the same symbol he had seen in the necklace engraved faintly on her neck. “Luckily it’s not serious yet. We’ll just have to purify the necklace and the problem will be solved.”

“How long will that take?” the customer asked hopefully.

“I would say…about two weeks?” he answered, looking at you for confirmation.

“Uh-yeah, two weeks should be enough,” you replied.

 Your first client of the day left satisfied and there were many more to come. Some were looking for a tarot card reading, some needed to buy specific herbs and some had more problems with cursed objects, which Haechan handled perfectly. You didn’t even notice when the day was over.

“How do you know all that stuff?” you asked while balancing the cash drawer. 

“Me? Oh uh…my major is demonology and I specialize in cursed objects, so you could say I’m in my element. Did you know one of your statues moves? I’ll have to take a look at that later,” he rambled.

“Shouldn’t you be in class then?”

“Not really. It’s my last semester so I’m just working on my thesis now. I have plenty of time to work here.”

“Haechan…I- it’s not gonna happen.”

“What’s not gonna happen?” he asked stubbornly.

“You and me. I told you so many times: I have a boyfriend and I won’t cheat on him-”

“I can wait.”

“I- ugh I’m surely older than you, Haechan, I already graduated a couple of years ago, it won’t work-”

“Ah…that? I guess I should call you noona then.”

“That’s not the point, I- why are you smiling? Is this funny to you?”

“It’s just… you keep giving me reasons why you can’t, but you’ve never said you don’t want to.” he replied, caging you against the counter, one hand placed on each side of you. 

“I h-have a boy-”

“I don’t give a fuck about your boyfriend, y/n,” he growled, his face coming closer to yours until you were barely cemtimeters away. “Noona…”

Your phone rang just in time. You scurried away and picked up. It was Seojun.

“H-hi!” you asked as cheerfully as you could even though your voice crackled.

“Y/n, you didn’t answer my texts. I was so worried,” Seojun sighed and he did indeed sound worried.

“Oh…yeah I had a lot of work today,” you answer, looking at Haechan who was biting his lip and staring at the floor, frustrated.

“Oh, that’s good! I mean, that your business is doing well-...I,” he cleared his throat. “I am really sorry about yesterday, y/n.”

“...It’s okay,” you replied and winced when Haechan snapped his eyes toward you annoyed, as if clearly saying ‘No, it’s not okay.’ 

“Let me make it up to you, hm? I’m outside your store now.”

“Now?!” you asked just when you heard the bell again. You were face to face with Seojun, smiling at you gently. 

“Hi, babe! I finished work early today so I thought we could-Oh, sorry you have a customer,” he said when he saw Haechan.

“I’m not a customer,” Haechan replied, jaw tight. “I work here.”

“Oh…she never mentioned you,” he said awkwardly and chuckled, offering to shake hands with Haechan. “I’m Seojun, her boyfriend.”

“Donghyuck,” Haechan replied, stopping himself from saying ‘her destined mate’, shaking his hand, his grip a little bit too strong to be friendly.

You felt petrified, your hands were suddenly cold and you held your breath. When was the last time you had seen Seojun? three weeks ago? More? You could hardly recognize the man you were supposed to be in love with. And what’s worse, you had almost let another man kiss you. And now they were both shaking hands. You were the worst. 

 All these thoughts running in your head were so overwhelming you couldn’t stop a tear rolling down your cheek, and then another one, until you were sobbing uncontrollably. 

 Both men looked at you, surprised. Haechan was the first one to move, wanting nothing else than to hold you but Seojun cleared his throat, gaining his attention. Haechan glared at him, but knew better than to start a fight when you were crying. Instead, he moved away, letting your actual boyfriend be the one who comforted you.

 “What’s wrong, baby?” Seojun asked, caressing your head. Haechan grimaced at the nickname and you only cried harder. “I know, I know. I’ve missed you too. You seem to be very tired, so I’ll cancel the reservation and we can just stay in today, okay? Let’s order something and I’ll stay with you all night, I promise,” he was talking to you, but he stole a glance towards Donghyuck, his instincts already telling him he should be careful. “You can go, Donghyuck. I’ll take care of my girlfriend.”

 Haechan didn’t move for a few seconds, his wolf saying he shouldn’t leave his mate crying  in some other man’s arms. But he finally said goodbye and left the store, telling himself he needed to be patient.

 When you heard the door bell you cried harder, a part of you not wanting Haechan to go. But you pushed that thought away, hugging your boyfriend and repeating in your head that if you worked harder you could make this relationship work. Your boyfriend waited patiently for you to stop crying, helped you close the store, order your favorite food and cuddled you.

“Y/n… tell me what’s on your mind,” he begged when you were both lying in bed.

“Nothing,” you replied, “I’m just tired.”

He stared at you for what felt like a whole minute and then leaned in, kissing you hesitantly. You kissed him back and he deepened the kiss happily. It had been so long since you last kissed. The room became heated soon and you were lying under him, his hands pushing your shirt up slowly, exposing your belly. 

“You’re quiet today,” he panted, kissing your neck.

“I’m just tired,” you repeated, but you were not sure that was the reason. To be honest, you weren’t turned on. You didn’t feel anything at all.

“Yeah? Let me do all the work then, m’kay?” he said, slipping his hand into your pants. He then stopped moving and pulled away from you. “Y/n…you’re not wet.”

 You looked away, embarrassed.Fuck.

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

 He stared at you without knowing what to do. This had never happened before. 

“How about I suck you off?” you offered, unbuckling his belt.

“Y/n,” he called, not sure if you should keep going, but all his concerns were replaced with a deep moan when you licked at the tip of his hard member. 

 You felt like the worst girlfriend in the world but you could at least do this for him. You tried to satisfy him as much as possible that night, feeling accomplished whenever he moaned and arched his back, but not once did you feel aroused.

 When you woke up the next morning, Seojun wasn’t there. He had left for work and left a note on your night table, repeating how sorry he was for not spending enough time with you.

 You didn’t have breakfast that day, instead went straight to work and found Haechan waiting for you. He looked like he didn’t sleep all night, dark circles under reddened eyes and a worried expression, which quickly turned into relief when he saw you. He quickly approached you but stopped midway, wrinkling his nose and looking away. You knew how sensitive werewolve’s noses were. He could probably smell Seojun all over you. ‘Good’, you thought. That will help him move on faster. 

 You didn’t tell him not to come to the store again. You thought he would stop now that he saw your boyfriend, but you were wrong. He kept showing up every morning for the next month, working hard, bringing you coffee, and telling jokes like nothing had happened. However, he refused to accept his paycheck.

“What do you want then?”

“You,” he simply replied.

“It’s not gonna happen,” you replied, rolling your eyes and he chuckled. He knew you weren’t indifferent to him.

There were still lingering touches, intense stares and some comments that were far from platonic, but he wasn’t coming at you as strongly as before. He was happy to earn your trust slowly, knowing he had the rest of his life to spend with you. No matter how stubborn you were, you couldn’t fight the pull forever. 

 He did get annoyed whenever Seojun dropped by the store. Seojun was never particularly happy to see him either. 

“Hello, Donghyuck,” he greeted uncomfortably, just like whenever he saw him. “You’re still here this late?”

“I would stay longer if she let me,” he replied.

“If I didn’t know better, I would think you’re trying to steal her away from me,” he joked, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. 

Haechan simply smirked mischievously and walked towards the door.

“See you around, Seojun.”

 You were trying hard to save your relationship, but he was always busy, he barely replied to your texts even though he said he would change and sex with him was getting more awkward. It just felt wrong.

 Tonight was no different. No matter how many positions you tried, you just couldn’t get off. You could tell Seojun was getting tired and frustrated too. 

“Is there…somebody else?” he asked.

“What?! No,” you replied, offended.

“Is it Donghyuck?” he insisted.

“I-,” you mumbled. “There’s nothing going on between us.”

“But he likes you,” he stated.

“It’s more complicated than that…”

“...Explain.”

“He…is a werewolf.”

He raised his eyebrows and his eyes almost popped out of his skull as everything started making sense. 

“Fuck… h-he…imprinted on you?”

“...Yeah.”

“...And you couldn’t tell me sooner?” he spitted angrily.

“I rejected him. There was nothing to say.”

“I-,” he sighed. “I don’t know if I can do this y/n…”

“Nothing happened between us!”

“He won’t stop y/n! He can’t stop! He’s an animal!”

“He is NOT an animal!”

“I bet you like that. Some immature guy who can’t control himself with you,” he scoffed. “And you just play around with him while I work my ass off for us-”

“What?! You don’t work for us! you work for yourself. You didn’t think about us during our anniversary, you didn’t think about us when I asked you to move in together, when I asked to spend your vacation together, when I wanted to introduce you to my parents-”

“Thank God I didn’t meet them! I knew we wouldn’t last long anyways-”

You slapped him as hard as your shaking hands allowed you. He glared at you but said nothing, quickly getting dressed and grabbing his stuff. He felt guilty but refused to be the first one to say sorry. You on the other hand, couldn’t even cry. You were tired of always waiting for a man who never had time for you and now had the audacity of accusing you of cheating. 

 You accompanied him to the door of the store in silence. It was morning already so, of course, Haechan was there. 

“Seojun,” he greeted.

“Donghyuck,” he replied with the same lack of enthusiasm.

“Noona, they just delivered these. I think your friends sent it,” Haechan told you, giving you a couple of gifts and a bouquet of flowers. “I didn’t know it was your birthday! Happy birthday!”

Seojun looked at the gifts, then at you and closed his eyes, sighing full of regret. Of course he forgot about that too.

“Don’t worry, Haechan. You’re not the only one who didn’t know,” you said bitterly. “Come in.”

“Y/n,” Seojun started but you didn’t let him finish this time.

“We should break up, Seojun.” 

 Haechan stopped walking and looked at you, wide eyed. His eyes met Seojun’s and then he bit a victorious smirk, which your now ex-boyfriend didn’t fail to notice.

“No,” Seojun said. “Let’s talk-”

“We were talking just now. I heard you loud and clear. I don’t think there’s anything left to say.”

 You closed the door and walked in, leaving Seojun outside too stunned to speak until he eventually left. You asked Haechan to look after the store while you went to take a shower and then started your day like nothing happened. You could tell Haechan wanted to ask, but you were so busy the entire day you barely had any time alone.

It was dark outside when you were closing the store  and he finally spoke.

“So…”

“I don’t wanna talk about it, Haechan,” you cut him off.

“I know it’s just…Happy birthday,” he said shyly. You turned around and saw him holding a small cake  with candles illuminating his beautiful face. 

“I..wow Haechan,” you smiled genuinely for the first time that day. “When did you have the time to get that?”

“Lunch break,” he replied. “I didn’t have enough time to get you a gift though. I should have known sooner-”

“Thank you.”

“Huh?”

“Thank you, Haechan,” You said, looking at the cake dreamily. 

Haechan could feel his heart about to burst. He smiled proudly.

“You’re welcome. Make a wish.”

You closed your eyes and did as he told you, then blew the candles while he cheered for you. It was a small celebration, but you hadn’t felt so happy in a long time.

 “Drink with me, Haechan?” you asked him. He nodded quickly and offered to go buy any drink you wanted.

And that’s how you found yourself sitting on the counter, drinking a beer with your supposed mate. Laughing at embarrassing stories of when he was a child. 

“What did you wish for, noona?,” he asked suddenly.

“It’s a secret.”

“But I want to knooow,” he pouted.

“Why do you want to know?” you laughed.

“To make it come true.”

You looked at him. His sincere eyes were waiting for an answer just so he could make the impossible possible. All for you.

“I wished…”

“Yeah?” he breathed out.

“For a hug,” you blurted out. Truth be told, you didn’t make a wish. You couldn’t think of any at the moment. But you could really use a hug tright now.

 He gulped, situating himself in between your legs, you still sitting on the counter. “I can do that. May I?”

You nodded and he didn’t waste more time. He pressed your bodies together and held you tightly, his heart beating against yours as he straight out moaned at the feeling. You stayed like that for a minute, both of your breathings getting heavier.

“Noona,” he broke the silence.

“Hmm?”

“Remember when I told you I could wait?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Fuck that,” he groaned and crashed his lips against yours. You kissed him back hungrily  and he sighed dreamily, unconsciously humping against your center, rolling your skirt all the way up. You moaned against his mouth and he chuckled.

“You like that? Hm?”

“Yeah…”

“Me too, angel,” he whispered and cupped your breasts over your shirt, massaging gently. “You’re so soft, so perfect.”

You whined and reached for the hem of his sweatpants, slipping your hand past his boxers and grabbing him firmly. 

“Ah! Ohh…fuck, fuck,” he moaned, taking your panties off and touching you shamelessly. You almost screamed when he collected your wetness and used it to draw gentle circles on your clit.

“Haechan- ah! Haechan oh my god.”

He licked your neck slowly and gave it little sucks that would soon become hickeys if you didn’t stop him.

“W-wait! No m-ah…Ah! No marks!”

“Why the fuck not?” he growled, bearing his teeth against your neck.

 Just then a faint beep from your phone caught both of your attention. The screen of your phone on the counter next to you lighted up to show an incoming message.

Seojun: y/n, I got you a birthday gift-

You couldn’t finish reading it before Haechan grabbed it and turned it off, slamming it back on the counter.

“Because of him?” he asked, irritated.

“It’s just…it’s been only one day. It would be disrespectful…oh!” you moaned as he slid his cock against your pussy lips and rubbed your clit just right.

“Is there an official grieving time or some shit? He's not your boyfriend right now,” he asked, holding your legs open for better access and hissing, his cock twitching. You couldn’t answer, your eyes trained on where your bodies connected.

“How can it be disrespectful when you were mine from the start?” he asked hotly.

“I…I wasn’t-”

“You were. You’ve always.been.mine!” He stressed every word with a hard thrust, constantly stimulating your bundle of nerves. “He should be thankful I even let him anywhere near you.”

You were a sobbing mess, shaking under him as his hips sped up.

“Did he ever make you this wet,noona? hmm? Did he even make you cum?”

“N-no ah…oh my god- he didn’t, I just c-couldn’t,”

“Of course you couldn’t” he chuckled, grabbing his dick and using it to slap your clit harshly, making you arch your back and your eyes roll back. “Since the moment we met, your body would only want me. All these times you told me we couldn’t be together? I knew it was all bullshit. You are mine.”

 You knew he was right even if you didn’t want to admit it. You wanted him since the beginning.

“Let me mark you,” he hissed, his heavy breathing indicating he was as close as you.

“Ah…n-not- Oh! not y-yet please, pleaseplease oh!” he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit fast from side to side. “Haechan, Haecha-AH! ah!ah! OH MY GOD HAECHAN!”

Your body trembled as you came trying to close your legs only for your tights to be slapped open roughly by Haechan. He lifted your shirt  and bra all the way up to your neck and jerked himself off furiously, aiming his load toward your stomach and breasts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckfuck!” he gasped loudly staring at your face intently while releasing on you.

When he finished he pressed his hands against your stomach and spread his cum all over you.

“W-what are you doing?” you weakly asked.

“If I can’t mark you then you’ll at least smell like me,” he growled.

“Fuck.” you sighed at the view of his cum covered hands massaging your breasts. He kissed your lips softly.

“Happy birthday.”

The next week was weird. Haechan kept working at the store, only now he would be more bold with his touches and kiss you unapologetically whenever you were alone. You didn’t push him away. It just felt right with him.

Except when you read the nonstop messages from your ex. You couldn’t help but feel guilty even though that relationship had been dead months before all this happened. You answered one of his messages, agreeing to meet him and hear what he had to say. You thought it would be awkward if Haechan was around so you told him to leave early, arguing you had plans.  He left, not before throwing a suspicious look at you.

You heard the bell when you were in the divination room and yelled at the newcomer to come in, assuming it was Seojun.

“What happened to your plans?” Haechan asked standing in front of you.

“H-haechan! What are you doing here?”

“Weren’t you going out with friends? Why are you still here?” 

You didn’t speak.

“Noona… you can tell me anything. Don’t lie to me, please”

 You sighed.

“Seojun is coming over,” you admitted.

You saw his jaw tightened but he didn’t speak.

“He wants me to listen to him one last time.”

He nodded and sat down in front of you on the divination table. “I’ll stay.”

“Haechan, no-”

“Yes,” he replied, his eyes turning red momentarily. 

“He won’t feel comfortable-”

“What about what I feel? My mate meeting her ex alone at night makes me very fucking uncomfortable.”

“I…stop calling me that.”

“What? My mate? You are my mate.”

“I haven’t agreed t-to that…” you mumbled.

He stared at you in silence for a few seconds, analyzing your face looking for a sign that you were joking before speaking again

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“I’m just…not sure…you really like me that much. You’re still young-”

“I don’t just like you, y/n. I am in love with you. Imprinted for life. I’m very fucking sure.”

 Truth be told you’d had few relationships in your life. All of them ended badly: they left you for somebody else, they didn’t take you seriously, they didn’t have time for you. How did you know this wasn’t just a sick joke? Haechan could easily be lying to you just to get laid.

It was like Haechan could read your mind.

“You still don’t believe me,” he hissed.

“I’m sorry…”

“Ask your tarot cards then.”

“I can’t see my own future…”

“See mine.”

“R-right now?”

“When is Seojun coming?”

“In about 20 minutes.”

“We have time then. Just a simple reading,” he said leaning back into the chair, manspreading comfortably to let you know he wasn’t going anywhere until you read for him. “Go on.”

“Uh okay,” you started shuffling the cards. “We don’t have much time so you may ask three questions and we’ll take one card to answer each. First question?”

“What am I to you?” he shot without hesitation.

“I thought this was about you. Not me,” you stopped shuffling and glared at him.

“This is about me. You’re in my life now. Now give me a card.”

 Hesitantly you shuffled the cards until one fell on the table facing upwards.

The Sun.

You blushed like crazy. Of course it would be the sun. It was like your cards were making fun of you. You looked up and saw him smirk smuggly.

“I trust you know the meaning of the cards by now, so I don’t need to tell you.”

“I wouldn’t mind hearing it from you,” he teased.

“No. Next question.”

“What are you to me?”

You glared at him again but decided to finish the reading before Seojun arrived instead of arguing. Not even two seconds after another card jump out of your hands and on the table.

The Star.

You looked at Haechan who was smiling gently this time. 

“Still don’t believe me?”

“...What’s your last question?”

“What’s our future together?”

“Haechan…”

“Come on. I want you to see it yourself.”

You shuffled the cards nervously until the last card fell, facing the table. You lifted the corner of the card so only you could see it and quickly tried to put it back into the deck, but Haechan quickly grabbed your hand and stood up, walking around the table until he was standing in front of you

“Show me the card,” he commanded, still holding your hand.

You refused, struggling to get away which only ended with both of you falling on the floor, cards flying all around you as his body hovered over you, grabbing both of your wrists with one hand so he could take the card from you.

The Lovers.

He laughed and threw the card away carelessly, intertwining his fingers with yours and pressing his forehead against yours.

“Stop it,” he said softly. “Stop fighting it, y/n. It’s real. I love you and you love me”

You sighed and nodded, leaning in to kiss him when you heard the bell for the second time tonight.

“Y/n? Are you here?” Seojun’s voice asked from the store entrance.

“Fuck! Haechan you have to hide,” you begged. He rolled his eyes.

“Fine,” he said, getting under the divination table, covering himself completely with the coth over it. 

You quickly picked up the cards and sat down on the table, right when Seojun entered.

“Y/n! You’re working so late,” he said.

“Ah, I was just finishing a reading,” you said.

“Did I interrupt you?”

“No, not at a-ah!” you gasped when you felt Haechan’s hands caress your legs all the way up to your naked thighs, covering them with the cloth. Bad day to wear a skirt.

“What? What’s wrong?” Seojun asked.

“Nothing, it’s just…m-my headaches. You know how i-it is,” you answered trying to press your legs together, but Haechan wouldn’t allow it.

“Right uh…May I sit down?” “I would rather you didn’t,” you accidentally replied out of panic. The last thing you needed was him noticing Donghyuck under the table. “I mean, I’m sure you won’t have much time anyways. What was it you wanted to say?”

“I…I got you a birthday gift,” he said, placing a small box on the table. “I wanted to give it to you sooner, but you didn’t answer my texts…”

“You never replied to mine when we were together, Seojun.”

“I know, I…I’m sorry. We… are we really done? Can’t we work it out?” he asked sadly.

At this, Haechan growled lowly against your inner thigh, licking and nipping possessively.

You gasped, which your ex mistakenly took as a good sign, looking at you hopefully.

“We were together for so long y/n,” he continued. “Let’s not let a kid ruin it.”

Haechan, who had been kissing his way up to your center, gave you a long lick over your panties making you whine and cover your face with your hands.

“W-ah! what are you talking a-about?” you asked, trying to keep your cool when Haechan found your clit and sucked it into his mouth roughly over the thin layer of fabric.

“We were just fine before that…wolf showed up, y/n,” he said approaching the table to grab the tiny box and open it, revealing a ring with a huge diamond on it. “What do you think? Let’s forget about all this and get marrie-”

 “Oh my god, ohmygod ah!” you sobbed, Haechan pressing his head harder against you, desperate to taste more, holding your thighs around his head. “You c-can’t just- oh… fuck, this is… Things were bad before H-Haech-ah!”

“Y/n, what are you talking about? We were great.”

“You n-never had t-time for me-ah! You forg-ot my…birthday, our anniver-” you sobbed into your hands, tears of pleasure falling down your cheeks. Thankfully Seojun assumed you were just very emotional.

“I said I was sorry,” he repeated the words you’d heard so many times before.

“I- for…give y-you,” you regretted saying those words as soon as you felt teeth grazing your clit threateningly. “B-but we ah! are n-not getting back… t-together.”

Seojun just stood there, in silence. There was nothing else he could possibly say to change your mind.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated again.

You nodded without looking at him, your face still hiding behind your hands. Being sorry wouldn’t change anything. You didn’t look up until you heard the bell again, telling you Seojun had left.

 You finally let out a loud moan and lifted the cloth, and the sight of Haechan contently eating you out made you come immediately, your thighs shaking around him and your fingers pulling his hair, him groaning appreciatively. 

“Good girl,” he murmured against your core, between licks. “You did so well. So, so good.”

Sensitive, you tried to push his head away, which he responded to with a snarl that sounded almost too animalistic to be coming from him.

“H-Haechan?”

“More,” was his only answer before he stood up and manhandled you onto the table, dropping the box with the ring off the table in the process and ripping your panties with his bare hands, diving back in.

You screamed so loud, you were sure your neighbors would be scared.

“FUCK! HAECHAN!”

 You pulled at his hair and he moaned against you, the vibrations giving you more pleasure that you could handle.

“Oh, please, too- too m-much,” you mumbled, followed by a mantra of his name, which only fueled him more. 

 He pressed his tongue flat against your clit and shook his head from side to side, making you come undone for him. You laid limp on the table trying to recover from what was probably the best orgasm you had ever had in your life when you felt him licking and biting your stomach.

“H-haechan n-no, no m-marking,” you weakly whispered trying to push his head away from your belly but he growled, literally bearing his teeth at you. That’s when you finally noticed the deep crimson shine of his eyes and the thin layer of sweat covering his face.

“Is t-this… are you in…?” You didn’t even know how to finish that question. You vaguely remember reading about heats and ruts, but nothing really prepared you to experience one.

“Mate,” he said like he was possessed. He lifted your body like you weighed nothing and carried you on his shoulder up the stairs. “ Need to mate you.”

He opened a couple of doors until he found your room and threw you on the bed. You would never admit it, but you were incredibly turned on by this new side of him. He took his shirt off carelessly and climbed on top of you, staring you down like you were his prey. You felt like a prey too, not being able to do anything but gasp when he tore your shirt and bra the same way he did to your panties earlier, leaving you on just your skirt.

“Fuck, I liked that shirt…ah!” you moaned while he sucked on your nipples.

“I’ll buy you more,” he replied like it was nothing. “Buy you anything you want.”

“H-how are you gonna do that?” you laughed. “You don’t even accept your payche-fuck ah!”

“Don’t need it,” he mumbled against your breast, his right hand fingering you slowly while his left hand played with your other breast. “Have savings. Could buy the entire store if I wanted.”

You could only groan at the feeling of his hands all over your body. 

“Hyuck, p-please… need to-need to feel you,” you begged.

“Feel me?”

“Inside, inside please!”

 He grunted and pulled away from you, finally taking his pants and boxers off, and pumping himself a couple of times before aligning himself with your entrance. 

“W-wait!” you said and before he could growl at you you quickly grabbed a condom from your drawer and handed it to him. He stared at it confused, and a bit offended.

“That’s not my size,” he said. You rolled your eyes, thinking  he was being arrogant and opened it so you could put it on him yourself. But you stopped yourself when you paid proper attention to his size. Your mouth hung open in disbelief, staring up at him. He smirked as he held his cock with his hand, thick and heavy. 

 Stubbornly you tried to put the condom on him. He hissed when you pressed it against his tip and started rolling it down with difficulty. The mission failed not even half way through, the condom split all the way to the tip, revealing the angry purple cock due to lack of circulation.

“Guess I’m bigger than him,” he teased, tossing the broken condom into the floor and jerking himself off slowly. “I’m clean, I promise.”

 You nodded, spreading your legs and letting him enter you slowly. You winced when the head pushed into you, stretching you so good you got dizzy.

“Besides,” he added, pushing more of himself into you. “The whole point of this is to breed you.”

Your eyes snapped open.

“H-Haechan!”

“Mm?” he hummed, followed with a moan when he finally pushed all of him inside of you.

“Oh! y-you…you can’t be serious,” your nervous laugh was cut off by a deep thrust that had you gasping for air.

“Can’t help it,” he moaned. “Wanna give you my pups.”

“F-fuck…” you whimpered, giving into the pleasure as he pulled all the way out and thrusted harshly into you again.

“You’re so g-oh! so good, y/n,” he moaned, increasing the pace of his thrusts, trapping you in the bed with his body, his pelvis chafing your clit insistently. “Gonna…gonna fill you up-ah!”

“Oh yeah! yeah p-please-ah! ah…Ah! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck,” you begged incoherently.

“Y/n, y/n, y/n,” he could only repeat, pistoning into you like an animal, mouthing your neck needily. “Need to…need to m-mark you ugh!” was the last thing he said before he sank his fangs into your skin.

 If it hurt, it was only for a second, as an incredible pleasure consumed your entire body, making your eyes roll all the way back into your skull and cum with a silent scream.

“G-good girl,” Haechan huffed against your ear, never stopping his movements. “Again, a-again!”

 You hadn’t even come down from your high and he was forcing you into another one, the stimulation almost painful. You clumsily tried to push his hips to a stop, the feeling becoming too much for your human body, but it did nothing but provoke him to go harder.

 You were a sobbing mess by now, you were moaning and screaming nonsense that sounded like his  name, when your body finally convulsed and your squirted so hard he had to pull out.

“Fuck!” he hissed, reaching for your clit with his hand and rubbing it furiously. “Fuck! That’s it, give it to me!”

 You were literally crying. It was all so good, you couldn’t even process it, and he kept giving you more and more. Finally you fell limp into the bed, bedsheets wet under you, panting under Haechan’s intense stare.

“...Again,” you heard his voice say, deeper than you’d ever heard him.

You weakly shook your head and tried to crawl away from him. He chuckled darkly, grabbing both of your ankles and manhandling you  into your belly. He didn’t even bother going slow this time, slamming into you hard and setting a fast pace since the beginning.

“My mate is s-so cute,” he moaned, giving a particularly hard thrust. “Running away when I haven’t even knotted you once. So…so cute.”

You desperately grabbed the sheets under you,  feeling so good you were screaming until your throat was sore and you started drooling into the pillow.

“Ah…Ah shit,” he hissed, now covering your body with his, not allowing a single move from you as his knot started expanding. “Y/n, y/n,y/n,y/n,y/n…ooohhh.”

His hips hammered into you animalistically until he pushed his knot into you, now he could only grind against you and give short thrusts until it stopped growing. 

“T-too m-much…”you babbled, your body too spent to try to resist.

“You c-can take it, noona,” he panted licking at the mark on your neck. “My pretty y/n, my angel, y-you can take…all of me, can’t you? hmm? Of course you c-Aaah! fuuuckkkk… o-of course you c-can…made for me…you’re m-made for m-ooohh!” he barely mumbled, jaw hung open, the tip of his tongue sticking out his bottom lip because of the overwhelming pleasure while spurts of cum spilled inside of you until you felt you were going to explode. And just when you thought you couldn’t take anything else, his hand found its way to your clit and massaged it fast and uncoordinated, until another wave of pleasure took over you, your mind going blank.

 “So lucky…I’m so blessed… The Moon gifted you to me,”was the last thing you heard before everything was silent and you drifted out of consciousness.

When you woke up, you were lying on your side, Haechan’s arms around you and his mouth kissing your shoulder gently. You tried to turn around but a sharp pain stopped you, pulling a loud hiss from Haechan too.

 “Don’t move yet, angel. Not while I’m still knotting you,” he pouted and caressed your stomach.

“Right…sorry,” you said and lied down in silence again until Haechan spoke again.

“Y/n…”

“Hmm?”

“What is that?” he asked, pointing at a little box of medication on your night table. 

“Ah…those? Birth control pills.”

 His body tensed against you. The movement of his hand on your belly stilling.

“You take those?!” he sounded betrayed.

“You didn’t think I would actually let you get me pregnant, right?” you laughed. 

“...But I want it,” he whispered into your ear, making you shiver.

“That’s just your wolf instinct speaking right now.”

“I don’t care. Want it.”

“Well, it won’t happen. I’m protected,” you chuckled and got into a comfortable position to sleep again.

“...Y/n?” you heard after a few minutes.

“Yeah?”

“Aren’t pills like… 99% effective only?”

You bursted out laughing this time. “Only? 99% only? You don’t think that can stop you?”

You would have laughed more but Haechan gave you a hard unexpected thrust now that his knott was getting smaller, making you gasp and hold into his arms for support.

“Wanna find out?” he asked.

#nct drabbles #nct imagines #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct haechan #lee donghyuk x reader #lee donghyuck #haechan smut

[kyufessions]

downpour

synopsis: your boyfriend picks you up after your class

pairings: non-idol, boyfriend! intak x g.n. reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.4k

a/n: intak 🥹 our favorite golden retriever. also, not proof read as of yet, too tired lmao. italics are text messages from intak. (requested here.)

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

the one time you decide to not check the weather it begins to downpour during your economics class. every day you stay on top of the weather, especially since nowadays it seems to become more and more unpredictable. but today, of course, you went with your gut. and oh how wrong it was. you didn’t even have to look outside a window to know it was raining- the aggressive patter of raindrops were telling enough against the college building.

as your professor finished up the lesson early due to the weather, you quickly searched your bag for an emergency umbrella but to no avail. sighing, and mentally cursing yourself, you pull out your phone to check when the rain would stop. luckily enough, you noticed a string of text messages from your boyfriend that you assume he sent during your class.

i hope class is going okay <3

oh shit it’s raining. did you bring an umbrella?

i’ll pick you up after class, text me when you get out!

♥️ see you soon

smiling at the messages, you quickly call him as you swing your bag over your shoulder. within a few seconds, he answers with an excited tone.

“your uber driver has arrived in parking lot B.” the smile was evident in his voice, the thought of it bringing butterflies to your stomach.

“thank you, baby.” you say before hanging up to

scurry towards the exit to get back home for the day. you felt bad that intak drove all the way back to campus after leaving only two hours ago from his own classes, but at the same time you felt extremely grateful. if it weren’t for him you’d either have to get soaked taking the bus or take a thirty five dollar uber- both options not necessarily being of interest for you.

just as you approached the glass double doors, you notice intak’s red car in the pick up and drop off center of the parking lot. smiling foolishly at the sight of your boyfriend tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, you quickly run to his car with your jacket over your head. as the door opens up, intak jumps at the sudden noise and puts his hand over his heart for dramatics.

“hey baby!” you spoke, turning your head in his direction and smiling innocently at his heightened state. a small fit of laughter leaves your lips as you bring your hand up to cup his cheek, pecking his lips quickly before putting on your seatbelt. “thanks for picking me up, you didn’t have to.”

“it’s pouring outside, i wasn’t going to let you get soaked getting home. besides,” he starts pulling off, starting down the road towards your place. “i’m your boyfriend. it’s my duty to take care of you.”

you give him a look, a smirk playing across your lips as you lay your wet jean jacket across your lap to start drying off a bit. “i can take care of myself.” you respond in a teasing tone, your eyes admiring the way he looks behind the wheel. he might’ve just gotten his license a month ago, but he definitely didn’t drive like it. you felt safe when he was behind the wheel, despite him being a new driver.

he puffs out his cheeks as hd turns a corner, being careful on the wet roads as the rain continues on. “i know, but i love taking care of my baby.” as he hits a stop sign he quickly moves his hand from the wheel to your face, squeezing your cheeks as he quickly pecks your lips over and over before a car beeps at him from behind. “i’ll take care of you as long as you allow me to.”

inside your apartment were you, intak, and a mini fort built from couch cushions and any and all blankets available. originally, he was going to come in for a late lunch and head home. but as the weather got worse and thunder started to roar in the distance, you both decided it was best if he stayed the night. so within the past few hours, you’ve both made dinner and cuddled underneath the fort with food, snacks, and in matching pajamas you kept in a separate drawer for whenever he stayed over.

a few weeks ago you both had started a new kdrama called It’s Okay Not to be Okay. it’s quite depressing, but the storyline is beautiful and definitely keeps you both interested. thanks to the growing storm outside, you’re nearly close to finishing the show and are almost done with your milkshakes and popcorn- the ramen long gone at this point.

intak’s head propped up on your thigh as you ran your fingers through his hair as your other hand held on the edge of the popcorn bowl to periodically grab some. gasps and mumbled comments could be heard from him every few minutes, along with little giggles when the main characters would get close to kissing or getting together.

“i’m glad we didn’t take this long to get together.” intak says, his tone playful as he leans his head fully back to look up at you.

“yeah, because you made it obvious from the start.” you replied, smiling down at the boy below you. the way his hair was fading into a dark golden blonde made your heart flutter more than ever before, the color suiting his skin tone perfectly and making him appear more luminous than ever before.

intak noticed the sparkle in your eye whenever you looked at him, the sight never failing to upturn the corner of his lips even just the tiniest bit. “i did not.” a pause. he starts thinking for a moment. “did i?” he looks at you with wide curious eyes- eyes he knows you love.

you nod, a smile breaking out. “i’m glad you did though, i would’ve been too scared to make the first move.”

“why?”

you think for a moment before deciding to respond. in hindsight, you didn’t have anything to be scared of when it came to intak. he was so loving, so caring, so attentive. and he knew how to make someone feel comfortable around him. but truth be told, his beauty and demeanor can come across as intimidating at first. he’s so bubbly, so smiley. and everyone loved him. not that you yourself weren’t lovable but to an extent, you felt like you had to meet his standards to surpass them in order to even be considered as his partner. but you were wrong; he proved that.

playing with his waves, you lean down and plant a kiss on his lips. whenever your lips met his, as cliche as it sounded, sparks flew as if it were the fourth of july. everything felt right. the time, the place, the way your lips synced up together- perfection. nothing ever felt awkward between you two, even from the first meeting.

heart pounding, intak kisses back without hesitation and brings his hand up to your face and begins rubbing circles into the apple of your cheek. as you pull away, he swipes away an eyelash and admires your features for the hundredth time that day. no flaw could ever be detected from you- he truly thought of you as an angel. “i love you.” he admitted, the words spilling from his lips. your eyes widened for a second, taken aback by the sudden confession. “you don’t have to love me back, but just know i love y-“

“i love you too, intak.” you respond, cheeks heating up from this moment. suddenly the thunder sounded like birds chirping, and the grey skies were a clear sky blue with no clouds in sight as the sun became brightly visible. everything felt right- everything felt perfect.

melting into his touch, you place a soft kiss to the side of his palm before responding to his previous question. “you intimidated me at first.”

shooting up from his comfortable place on your lap, you watch his movements as he shuffled onto his knees to be eye level with you. “me? why?” the disbelief and curiosity was evident in his voice, making you chuckle at his cute reaction.

you shrug, unsure of why you even thought so in the first place. “i guess because of how outgoing you are? and pretty. you’re very pretty, baby.” you sit up on your knees and wrap your arms around his neck, placing a quick kiss to his forehead before laying your head on his shoulder. “not anymore though. now i just think of you as my annoying and dorky boyfriend.”

wrapping his arms around your waist as he laughs, he starts rocking you both back and forth as the rain continues to downpour outside. maybe, just maybe, the weather should become more unpredictable more often.

#kyufessions p1harmony #p1harmony fluff #p1harmony #p1h intak #p1harmony intak #p1harmony imagines #intak fluff #intak imagines #intak #hwang intak #intak x reader

[animeficsworld]

Babysitter

Metal Bat x Reader

Summary:  You are the babysitter of the one and only Metal Bat's little sister. But what happens when a certain man starts liking you?

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Zenko specifically asked for you.

She wanted you to be her babysitter since she liked you so much. You met her when she was waiting for her brother to pick her up, you were concerned to see a child alone so you walked up to her.

You noticed that she was a very strong person immediately. And so, you agreed to be there for her.

She needed you a lot, when she had practice or when her brother was busy with his hero stuff, you took care of her.

And while you looked after Zenko, a certain hero had his eyes on you. But of course, you didn't know about that. You would have never thought that a man like Bad will like you, so you just contiued with your secret crush.

One time you went to pick up Zenko after her practice, when you noticed Bad standing there. 

"Oh." you said as he looked at you. 

"Y/N."

"Hello Bad. I thought I will have to pick Zenko up."

"I didn't have anything to do so I came, I should have called you not to come." 

"It's okay, I promised her that we would stop at the donut shop in front of the station, will you join us?" He looked a bit surprised. 

"You shouldn't treat her this many time. I heard you treated her to ice cream the other day."

"It's okay, I like spending time with her."

"At least let me pay you back." he said as he reached for his wallet. 

"No no. It's really okay."

There was a moment of silence as you just stood there next to each other, waiting for Zenko. You finally decided to speak up.

"You know, Bad. Your sister is really something. She's so fierce, independent, I envy her, she's so fearless. I'm very thankful and happy that she asked me to look after her whenever I can." 

"I like you." you looked up at the hero standing next to you, you were shocked. Did you hear him correctly?

"Huh?"

"I like you, Y/N. Please go out with me." you could only blink.

"Onii-chan!" You suddenly heard Zenko. She rushed to her brother and hugged his leg. Then she looked at you. "Why is your face so red, Y/N-chan?" The siblings looked at you and this only made it worse.

"N-Nothing. It's nothing. I'm just...hot. Yeah, I think I shouldn't have worn a thick jacket." you laughed awkwardly. 

"Well, Onii-chan, Y/N-chan promised donuts for me, so I'm going."

Zenko grabbed his brother's and your hand and lead you in the direction of the store. You were still shocked about Bad's confession. It wasn't that you didn't like him, you did, it was just that you really didn't expect him to say something like that.

In the end, Bad paid for all of your food and drinks. As all three of you sat at a table, eating while Zenko talked about her day.

Then when she left to go to the bathroom, the silence between you two continued. You knew you needed to do something or he might get the wrong idea.

"B-Bad...I-I don't know how to say this, you, an S class hero, liking me, you shocked me. B-but I don't hate it. I also like you, it's just that I'm a bit ner-" you couldn't finish your sentence as he leaned over the table and kissed you on the lips. His lips were smooth. And when he pulled back he was blushing a bit.

"I'll take you on a date. I'll text you details later."

"O-Uhm. Okay." you said, blushing madly.

Zenko arrived back and both of you pretended like nothing happened. 

***

You didn't even notice, but only a week later, you were waiting for Bad under the Christmas tree at the station. He still had five minutes to arrive. He said he will take you on a cosy date.

"Y/N!" you heard him yell. "You look beautiful." he said. a slight pink tint on his face, you assumed it was because of the cold weather.  

"Thank you." although he was wearing his usual black trousers with his red shirt under, he wore a jacket today. And of course, his bat was right in his hand. 

"I hope you like hot chocolate." he said as he started to walk with you following him.

"I do."

He bought you a hot chocolate which almost burnt your tongue, it was so hot. During the date you talked about yourself and so did he, you got to know each other better. You learned that he actually was a very soft person although his attitude and the way he spoke was telling you otherwise.

Bad really was an amazing person, and you felt very lucky to spend time with him, that is until a group of his fans decided to come up to you.

You would never mind fans, but they weren't nice. They kept on shoving you further away from him until you weren't even close. You decided to just wait out what would happen and stood there. You watched as they all drolled over him, some even touched him, that not only bothered you, but him as well.

"STOP!" he yelled and the girls got shocked. "I have a date, and you are taking it too far. I don't mind pictures or whatever, but now you need to leave!" he didn't even wait as he pushed the girls away and grabbed your hand, walking away. His other hand was gripping his bat in anger. Soon the two of you arrived at a rather isolated place. 

"Thank you." you said so softly he barely heard you, but he did. You stopped in front of you and just stood there for a second before he turned around to face you.

"You are beautiful." he said as snow began to fall. 

You decided not to say anything, you pulled him close by his shirt and kissed him. You closed this eyes and let your feelings get the best of you. You only heard your heartbeat and when he wrapped his arms around you, you hear him drop his bat. 

You were so glad that you became Zenko's babysitter, now you knew you needed to find a way to tell her that you fell in love with her brother.

#metal bat #metal bat x you #metal bat x reader #one punch man #metal bat x fem reader #metal bat imagine #metal bat imagines #anime imagines #anime scenarios #anime #anime fanfiction #anime fanfic #anime x reader #metal bat scenario #metal bat scenarios #one punch man imagine #one punch man imagines #one punch man fanfiction #one punch man fanfic #one punch man x reader #one punch man metal bat

[yangbbokari]

Maknae Line!Skz stood you up on a date

Pairing: Maknae Line!skz x gn!reader Genre: Angst, fluff/comfort, idk Warnings: Nothing much but maybe a little cursing and mentions of insecurities Song rec: Fine - Taeyeon A.N: Requested by 🧈anon, sry this took so long😭 on top of being a student, I just procasinate a lot. Will this have a part 2? idk but we'll c

HAN JISUNG Jisung said that he reserved an expensive restaurant for the two of you to enjoy. But maybe you misheard it and he said for only you to enjoy. Sure you could say it's being too dramatic since he's only late for about thirty minutes. You would like to say that too. If he didn't leave you sitting at a restaurant ordering random plates to await his arrival for two hours. You were getting impatient. You couldn't sit here for much longer or you'd be kicked out. Five minutes, you said. If he didn't show up in the next five minutes, you'd leave.

Spoiler alert, much to your dissappointment, he didn't show up. So you had to pay for the dinner and leave a tip as a "sorry for wasting your time." It ticked you off. For the first time since he got back from tour, this was the date. But he couldn't even show up. It absolutely pissed you off. As you were leaving the restaurant, you got a text. Looking at your phonescreen, it read, Hanji💞

"Sorry I couldn't make it, Bubs."

ping

"I'll make it up to you."

ping

"LOVE YOU😘"

You felt the tears well up in your eyes. This was suppose to be a makeup date. So why were you now walking home in the rain? The soft pitter patter of the rain was doing a good job of covering the sounds of your shattering heart and ugly sobs. All the efforts you put into this date for it not to work out. You even went shopping for a dress just for this occassion. Now it's drenched from the rain.

When you finally got home, it was dark. "Guess he's not home yet." You thought out loud. Suddenly the lights came on and Jisung came from behind the couch.

"Surprise!" He shouted with a cake in his hands. His jolly behavior instantly switched to worry when he saw you in your condition. "B-baby, what's wrong."

Bursting into tears, you crouched down and covered your face with your hands. He also crouched down and held your face, making you look up at him. 

"I'm sorry, Bubs. Don't cry."

"I thought- I thought that you didn't care about me anymore. Like you forgot me. O-or you possibly didn't love me anymore." 

He looked at you guiltily, knowing he's the reason you felt this way. He felt so bad. So he gently place an arm below your knees and the other around your shoulders. Slowly lifting you up and carrying you over to the restroom. 

"Ji! What are you doing!?"

He just shot you a fond yet cheeky smile. Gently removing your articles of clothing. "Jisung... w-wait."

"I gotta make it up to my baby girl somehow." Then he lifted you into the tub. "What were you thinking, Love? What did you think I was gonna do to you?"

Your cheeks flushed a bright pink. "N-nothing!" He chuckled and kissed your temple. "If I was gonna do that, I would've taken you to the bedroom. Don't you think?" No doubt, your ears were most definitely red now. "Whatever..." You mumbled as Jisung filled the tub with warm water. "What was that? I didn't hear you." He teased.

You just crossed your arms and ignored him. Even though, secretly inside, you were more than content with this new memory you'd be holding dear for the rest of your life. ~~~ LEE FELIX Today, you and Felix were supposed to have a home date. A little baking session for the two of you. You went out and bought all the ingredients that were missing. Even though you usually had all of them because of how much the both of you loved to bake. 

Except on this date, Felix was running a little late. If he couldn't make it then he would've found some kind of way to inform you. But you haven't got a single text or call from him in the past hour and a half.

You stayed up for a couple of hours waiting for him. It was already half past midnight and sleep was beginning to take over. With a heavy sigh, you headed to bed. But when you got there, you couldn't fall asleep.

All through the night, you twisted and turned and even counted sheep. You couldn't fall asleep though. 

When you lost all hope, you heard Felix tiptoe to the bedroom door and silently slip into bed. You pretended to be sleeping, not wanting to worry him. It wasn't long before he fell asleep and that's when you arose. You could smell the foul odor of alcohol on your boyfriend and it made you- Well not exactly upset but disappointed.

After grabbing your phone off the nightstand, you made your way to the guest bedroom. The time read, 3:48 a.m. You cried to your heart's content. He'd leave you second-guessing yourself just to turn up drunk. It wasn't until the sun rose that you finally fell asleep.

Felix woke up with his head banging from all sides. He knew he shouldn't have drank that much last night. But that was the least of his concerns. You weren't lying beside him. Where'd you go? His mind changed when he saw the time though. It was nearly afternoon. 

He got up to get himself coffee when he saw the baking ingredients and utensils scattered everywhere. Fuck, he cursed himself. That's why you weren't there.

"Y/n?" Felix called out. If you were mad at him you'd sleep anywhere but your shared bedroom. So he figured that you'd be in the guestroom.

When he made it there, you were still out like a light. He gently laid down beside you and wrapped his arms around you. This motion woke you up and you almost leaned into his touch. But remembering why you slept here in the first place, made you scoot away. Felix didn't let you get away though. He only pulled you closer and held you tighter.

"Why weren't you by my side this morning? Why are you sleeping in the guestroom?"

Silence.

"I woke up in a cold bed."

Silence.

"Are you just going to ignore me?"

Silence.

Felix nuzzled his nose into your neck. This would usually make you laugh but in these circumstances, you were too disappointed to. Your boyfriend softly sighed.

"I'm sorry, Love. I know, I know I was supposed to have a date with you last night. But I was dumb and I forgot. I went out drinking instead. Then I left you at home, worried that I got into some kind of trouble. I'm sorry that I upset you. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

You turned around to face him. "I'm not upset. Just disappointed." You placed your face on his chest. Your boyfriend could feel the tears dampen his shirt.

"I know, Love. I'm sorry." Felix gently rocked you until you both eventually fell back asleep. 

When the two of you awoke, he definitely made it up to you. You finally had the date you'd been waiting for.

"You're not allowed to stand me up on a date again."

"Yes m'lady." He said as he bowed.

You softly chuckled. One step backwards and two steps forward. That's the positive version of the phrase and you'd like to keep it that way. ~~~ KIM SEUNGMIN According to your Bumble date, he wanted to meet at 11:00 a.m. sharp at the small cafe by the amusement park. So where was he when it's already 2:00 p.m.? You thought you were running late when you showed up at 12 instead of 11. But he's not even here yet. For context, he's Kim Seungmin, age 23, and a hotshot. Were you being impatient? No. You've been waiting for two hours.

But then you began to overthink. What if he already left because you arrived late and he probably thought you stood him up. No way... right? Time was ticking away and before you knew it, it was almost already 4. You decided to leave before one of the workers got fed up with you ordering coffee after coffee.

Well considering that you were already here, might as well go to the amusement park. 

As you turned down the road you felt a hand gently grasp your wrist. You turned around in shock. There Seungmin stood with a guilty smile. You were a bit confused. He just so happened to appear as soon as you were ready to leave.

"Umm... hey." He said nervously. "Oh, sorry!" Seungmin dropped your hand and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "I was supposed to come sooner but I completely forgot. Actually, no! That makes me sound stupid. I was just really nervous."

You just stood there, not sure of what to say. "Okay..." You held out the last syllable.

"Shit. Fuck. Sorry. I'm leaving a really bad impression on you, aren't I." He awkwardly chuckled before continuing. "What I meant to say was, I was too shy to meet you. Umm... I worked really hard on my look. I even got a haircut. The outfit! I spent a lot of time choosing it. I wasn't sure what you liked. When I was done, I saw that I was running late but I still had to drive for an hour. When I got here, I was so sure that you left because what kind of asshole leaves their date alone for 3 hours. But when I saw you still waiting for me I got nervous again because you look stunning. Then I felt like I didn't look good enough and all the time and effort I put into my look couldn't compare to yours. So I was stuck in my car contemplating why I thought I could come. But then I saw you leaving and you were too good to lose. So I chased after you and here we are. I must be talking too much, especially about myself. And you must think I'm a klutz or something."

Seungmin slowly looked up at you. "Sorry, I've been rambling. Do I... seem like a klutz to you?"

And here you were thinking that it was you. You began to chuckle, nodding your head. His face dropped. 

"Oh God... am I really that bad?"

You shook your head. "No. In fact, you're everything I've been searching for. Who would ever think a good-looking guy like yourself would get this nervous meeting a girl for the first time?"

"Oh." He said stunned, making you laugh more.

"Well would you like to make it up to me instead of standing here looking so clueless?"

Seungmin immediately nodded his head. He was quite the guy considering his looks.

"Then take me to the amusement park up the road and I'll forgive you."

Safe to say, he was an amazing guy and an amazing date. The two of you were only able to enjoy for about three hours but it was enough for you to know, 

"I'll love him for the rest of my life." ~~~ YANG JEONGIN After putting on your finishing touches of makeup, you were ready to head out the door. You had already calculated. Taking the bus there would take about thirty minutes so you need to get going before 12:30 because Jeongin wanted to meet by 1 o'clock. 

When you arrived, you were only waiting for about five minutes when you got a text from him.

"Sorry"

"Can't come."

"I'll make it up to you later."

"Promise🤞🏻"

You sighed and texted back,

"Ok👌🏻"

 It wasn't like Jeongin to cancel on a date. But you already put all this effort into showing up, maybe you should just roam around a bit. Just as you were about to leave, you got another text.

"Okay, now I feel bad especially since we haven't been on a date in forever😞"

The text made you chuckle a bit.

"It's fine Innie😭"

"No it's not😡"

You couldn't stop laughing to yourself as you read the messages. Your boyfriend only continued to send more texts, feeling the need to explain himself.

"Now, I didn't want to cancel the date."

ping

"But I have a bit of a problem.🤏🏻"

ping

"Well maybe not a bit."

ping

"More like 7 problems.🙄"

ping

*attachment sent*

It was a photo of the boys following Jeongin around. Trying to get intel on this date of his. Of course they'd want to know who their maknae was dating. They were all wearing funny disguises and trying to hide themselves every time Jeongin took a photo. Bang Chan would try to hide behind a lamppost or a wall. Hyunjin pretending to read a newspaper. Changbin, for some reason, pretended to work out in the middle of the street. Minho pretended to walk one of his cats as if he wasn't holding Soonie in his arms the whole time. The rest of them dressed as ahjummas and turned to talk in a group like they aren't following Jeongin. Jeongin had a little pout on his face.

ping

"These dodo birds won't stop following me🤢🤬 and I don't want to get you involved.😞"

The people around you probably thought you were crazy. You were full on losing your shit as you viewed the photos.

"I think they just love you, Innie😘🥰😍"

ping

"Because I'm just that good🤧"

"Whatever you say🥱"

ping

"Do you not agree😢"

Then you left him on read.

ping

"HEY!😡"

ping

"I CAN LITERALLY SEE YOU READING THIS😤"

ping

"ANSWER ME!🤬"

Welp. You'll respond when he makes up for the date.

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[star2fishmeg]

Hi, how are you? How is your day? I hope you are having a good day.I read “Overseas” and I was wondering if you could do that for SWORD leaders and mighty warriors. If you have the time.

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Pairing: SWORD leaders x gn!reader (separate), Ice x gn!reader

Summary: SWORD leaders and having a foreign s/o they kept secret until they didn’t

Warnings: swearing

Authors note: Thank you for requesting! I’m glad you enjoyed ‘Overseas’!! I only included Ice for Mighty Warriors as he is the leader, I hope this is okay! This is my first time writing for him and Hyuga too, apologies for any ooc. In future I plan to include MW once I’ve grasped their characters more!

Request: above!

ʜɪɴᴏ 'ᴄᴏʙʀᴀ' ᴊᴜɴᴘᴇɪ

Most of this man’s life is a mystery, Yamato and Nobaru probably got a board of red strings and photos for him

 How he met his s/o is a secret he’ll never tell, but knowing him, it was probably after a fight, probably casually grabbing a drink with dried blood painting his nose and upper lip

 s/o likely cleaned him up on the spot, and he didn’t shoo them away bc a) he has manners believe it or not and b) he thought they were cute and why the hell would he say no?

 He did smile though! Barely but from up close it was clear as day

From then on, he met up with them until they left, but s/o flies over to visit him whenever they can and the rendezvous continue

This guy is a texter, a rare caller. He’s texting them whenever he can, which is suspicious to the others bc he never answers their texts that quick

One time Yamato was in deep shit and Cobra aired him, but the moment they text? Mans like lightning

He leaked his s/o by pure accident and with the help of his friends snooping. His s/o sent him a package once a month of goodies from their country, with a letter and photos included and Sannoh just happened to get their hands on this before he did

Eyeing up the box, Yamato, Dan and Tettsu sheepishly gave each other looks. It wasn’t usual for Cobra to receive any sort of mail, let alone turn up at the diner. But the way the box was coated in cute stickers and little drawings of snakes piqued dire interest among the others. Their cold, mysterious leader, having an admirer?

“Think we should open it?” Tettsu asked, gently shaking the box to hear the rustling coming from inside.

“You’re fucking stupid, are you asking for a death wish?” Yamato hissed, snatching it off him and gently placing back on the back table where the man in question usually sat, “This is Cobra’s business, and we should stay out of it.”

“Or we can watch from afar, he’s here, act natural.” Dan grinned, him and Tettsu scurrying to the table in the centre of the diner, under the bottle chandelier and giggling like schoolgirls. Yamato rolled his eyes and sat at the bar. Cobra strolled in, eyes darting to the box in an almost panicked state. The boys pretended to not notice, but Cobra noticed Yamato taking a not-so-subtle glance his way as he ran his key through the tape.

Opening the cardboard shyly, he was met with a letter addressed to him, his real name, not his alias. Dan, Tettsu and Yamato snuck up behind him, looming over his shoulders for a peak. At that point his secret was out, Junpei gave up on trying to hide it as he rummaged through the tissue paper for the contents of the gift. Photos of s/o’s day trips and travels, one of those amusingly shitty tourist keyrings you find in the cities, handmade items they’d passionately told him about, a polaroid of the two of them they’d taken on their last visit to Japan and more. His favourite this time was the small Cobra figurine, with a note attached saying ‘punched a man for this like you taught me <3’. A smile graced his lips upon reading the letter, the other bewildered, practically hearing Cobra’s heart thump in his chest.

“Damn, not even we get Junpei privileges.” Yamato whistled; eyebrows raised in shock.

“And you never will.” Junpei scoffed, placing all the items back in the box and taking off.

ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ

Definitely met his s/o in his club

They were at the bar, probably fending off some creep when he came over, getting the guy removed and permanently banned

Rocky introduced himself and apologised and their story continued from there

Gives the vibes that s/o just moved to Japan and was getting to know the area when they found Club Heaven

 Teaches Rocky new one-liners in their native language for sure, also telling him about their country in general and all the culture shocks

And he listens to all of it happily, fully intrigued with the way they carry themselves and speak

 Oh this man always lends them his coats, and they playfully wear his glasses bc it makes him smile every single time. He finds when they impersonate him the cutest

White Rascals actually had no idea about them until they burst through the doors one evening, panicking about being late to open the club

“So uh…this a thing now or a new member? Companion?” Koo asked for the group, giving y/n a hesitant look. Rocky only pulled them into his lap, coat still wrapped around their shoulders.

“S’my angel. She’s gonna be stickin’ around now.” He threw their legs over his lap, thumb rubbing their thigh. Koo and the others only nodded, focusing on opening the club and worrying about asking the details later.

Despite running late, the club still held its lively state with flashing lights, crisp sound blaring through the speakers, bar busy, dancefloor packed and Rascals serving the people when needed. At the top of the balcony, the VIP area, Rocky leant back on the red sofa, cigar smoke floating from his lips as his s/o melted into his side, legs over his knee and hand on his chest. Kizzy and Kaito side-eyed each other, still unsure of how the situation came to be and where this person came from to start with. Sure, they’d seen them at the bar, how could they not? But what were their intentions with their leader? They agreed, silently, with a nod to each other that Koo would be the one to ask since he’d already opened that can of worms.

ᴍᴜʀᴀʏᴀᴍᴀ ʏᴏsʜɪᴋɪ

OH BOY this interaction did not go smoothly

In fact, Yoshiki most likely either made the most awkward meeting or the most embarrassing one

He’s still cute tho, and his s/o thought so from the start

His shower packed up and the plumber wouldn’t come until the morning, but he really stank and so what does this kid do?

Go next door to his new and incredibly gorgeous neighbour who just moved from overseas

Man is fumbling when they let him in, he can’t believe he’s folding so fast

And somehow, in broken English (because it’s the only other language he knows from middle school), this awkward encounter gets him their digits

And dates, and a label. And amongst all this time passing, not once did he remember to tell his friends at Oya

His stomach dropped at the knocking on his door, eyes frantically looking for Seki and Furuya’s. Both men, looking back at him like deer in headlights, motioning him to answer. Murayama stood up nodding, making his way to the front door, mind screaming at him for forgetting to say something sooner, they were going to freak out like usual.

Opening the door slowly, he peered back before looking at y/n’s bright smile.

“Hey ‘Shiki! You busy?” they chirped, Seki and Furuya’s heads snapping around towards the entrance way.

“Uh, yeah. My friends are over right now, but I’m free tonight.” Was all he could muster up with such a dry throat. Saying goodbye he closed the door again, shaking his head as he took his walk of doom back to the living room and flopping back onto the couch. The silence killed him, so he kept his head thrown back and eyes closed, counting down from five. Four. Three. Two. One.

Furuya and Seki yelled, confusion and banterous hurt in their tones.

sᴍᴏᴋᴇʏ

Pure accidental meeting but he was so sweet

 s/o probably took a wrong turn and ended up lost in Nameless City, devastated by what they were seeing

Until they bumped into Smokey, expressing their sympathy as well as the situation

Smokey did help them tho, showing them the way to where they were actually intending to go but s/o claimed they’d remember the route to see him again

They sent letters back and forth since that day, and s/o would fly over to help out the people when they could

Definitely wanted to tell Rude Boys but was hesitant about their reaction and never got around to it

Until s/o visits the base asking for Smokey and the boys stand there, guard up asking why someone looking so out of place wants their Smokey

Drawing back one of the ragged fabrics used as a curtain, y/n poked their head through first before shuffling into the base completely. They kept their footsteps quiet, not wanting to disturb the boys who were gathered in the middle. Yet Smokey was nowhere to be seen. Nerves bundled in their stomach, they’d never properly met the boys before, only seen them on patrol.

“Excuse me,” they called, all their heads snapping around to face them, “Christ- is Smokey around?”

Takeshi stood up and approached her slowly, the rest watching ready for any kind or cue, “He’s not here right now, can I help you though?” Their shoulders relaxed, letting out a breath as they gave him a small smile. Takeshi lowered his guard in return, glancing behind him for the others to do the same.

“Ah, I’m y/n, Smokey told me to come visit him here. That’s all he said.”

“Sounds like Smokey, vague but to the point.” Takeshi chuckled. As if on cue, Smokey’s figure trudged in, a smile gracing his lips upon seeing y/n. He pulled them into his side and placed a kiss to their head, watching the boys’ faces scrunch up or eyebrows raise.

“Boys, meet y/n, my s/o. Y/n, mee the Rude Boys.” Was all he mumbled out before slipping his hand into y/n’s and leading her to their meeting circle.

P scratched his neck, “Okay, why didn’t you say anything before, Smokey?”

“Forgot.”

ʜʏᴜɢᴀ ɴᴏʀɪʜɪsᴀ

This man fully lost to them in Poker at a Daruma festival

But was he mad about it? Not really, he was more impressed at their wits over anything else. No one dared gamble against Hyuga

So when s/o placed their winning cards down, smirking at his face, mans had to know them better

Probably made them his companion for the night, asking them if they’d come back to see him and of course they said yes

They kept this little thing between them for a while actually, until Hyuga wanted them around often, feeling a lack of excitement without them

And that’s how his s/o met Daruma properly: beating them at Poker

“Hyuga, I dunno where you found this person, but this is just embarrassing for Daruma.” Ukyo groaned, accepting his defeat and dropping his cards.

“You guys are just really bad at this, I thought you had experience?” y/n mocked, watching another member stare at their cards intensely. Hyuga’s arm remained wrapped around y/n’s waist, firmly keeping them on his lap while they played.

“No, you’re cheating!” Sakyo hissed, pointing a finger at them. Y/n shrugged, taking their turn and hearing another guy wail.

“Bold statement to make about Norihisa’s s/o, don’t you think?”

“You’re a monster!” Sakyo watched another Daruma lackey lose, y/n taking the chips for themselves.

ɪᴄᴇ

This guy is a festival attendee and a chronic one at that

So, he met his s/o at one of those when chasing them around the world

Gives me the vibes that his personality with music and destroying SWORD are complete opposites so when s/o bumped into him in the crowd, he happily vibed with them

Ended up eating together and finding out they were also festival chasing and decided that they’d attend as many as they could together, talking in between until eventually calling themselves a couple

Ice didn’t tell y/n about Might Warriors until later, he wanted to surprise them with a club they could properly find refuge in

 He also didn’t tell MW about s/o, bc it never came up mainly

Ice I’ll come find you y/n How will you do that? Ice Baby I can spot you in any crowd

With strobe lights flashing, bodies dancing in all directions and music so loud the floor vibrated, y/n’s head was in no other place but bliss. Ice’s pride and joy surged through their veins as they relished in his dream.

Their thoughts were pulled back to earth as the familiar sound of a beat Ice had shown them months prior blared through the speakers, swaying their hips shamelessly to the rhythm. Large hands caressed their hips, pulling them into a firm chest and hot breath making the hairs on their neck stand on end.

“Told you I could spot you in any crowd.” Ice mumbled and they felt his smirk through his words. Spinning around to face him, y/n’s arms wrapped around his neck.

“Never doubted that,” they smiled, eyes flickering between his and his lips, “I’m gonna be expecting VIP access.”

“You had it by default, baby.” He laughed, capturing them into a sweet kiss.

“Hate to ruin the moment, but who the fuck is this?” A voice yelled over the music, breaking the two apart.

“Jesse! This is my s/o, y/n! They're kinda one of us but also not.” Ice replied. Y/n didn’t care whether they were a Mighty Warrior or not, they were Ice’s and that’s all they needed. Jesse’s glare softened and morphed into a nod of approval before slipping through the crowd to the VIP lounge.

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