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parkerslatte · 2 days ago

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My Life Would Suck Without You

Thanos/Choi Su-Bong x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 10k

Warnings: smut. 18+. switch thanos. switch reader. hand job. angst with fluff. no games au. drug use.

Summary: No matter how many times they kiss, cuddle and wake up in the mornings in the same bed, Y/N and Su-bong would only consider each other friends. Until one night after one too many drinks, they finally cross that final boundary and have sex, only leading Su-bong to the realisation of his true feelings for Y/N— and proceeding to avoid her.

Requested: Yes

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The music was loud and the lights were nearly blinding as Y/N swallowed the final remains of her drink. In all honesty she didn’t even want to come out tonight but one look from her friend and she dropped all of her original plans of relaxing in her apartment in favour of drinking the night away in a shitty club she had been coming to for years.

As she discarded her empty bottle on a nearby table, an arm was slung over her shoulder and the flash of the neon t-shirt was all she needed to know exactly who it was.

“I got you another drink,” Su-bong said, her lips grazing the shell of her ear as he passed her another drink.

“Thanks,” Y/N said, taking a small sip. Su-bong’s arm didn’t leave its place from her shoulder as she looked up at him. “You didn’t get a drink?”

Seemingly realising that he didn’t have a bottle secured in his own hand, Su-bong swore. Y/N rolled her eyes. “Was that all a ploy to share a drink with me?”

The facade of innocence left his eyes as a slow smirk stretched across his face. “No.”

Y/N chuckled and took a long sip from the bottle. “And if I don’t want to share?”

There was no answer from Su-bong– at least verbally. The arm that wrapped around Y/N’s shoulder pulled her until her body was flush with his. A cocky grin formed on his face before his lips were planted on hers. Almost instantly Y/N reciprocated the kiss, her free hand finding its place on his cheek. Kissing Su-bong wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. Infact Y/N would consider it part of her daily routine. Them having a bit of fun while in a club was not out of the ordinary.

The grip Y/N had on the bottle faltered the smallest amount and that was all it took for Su-bong to slip it out of her grasp and pull away from the kiss with a smile of victory on his face.

“I would consider that cheating,” Y/N said.

“You just can’t resist me, señorita,” Su-bong muttered, taking a long swig from the bottle.

“I’m finding it easy right now,” Y/N said.

Su-bong raised his eyebrows before his arm slid from her shoulders down to her waist, pulling her close once more. “You’ll give in eventually, you always do.”

“Will I?” Y/N challenged.

Su-bong leaned closer to her as Y/N’s hands rested on his chest, debating whether to push him away or give in. “Of course,” he muttered. “You always come crawling to me.”

This time, Y/N kissed him first, wrapping her arms around his neck. Su-bong reached back, shoving the half-empty bottle into a stranger's hands before wrapping his arms around Y/N, hands gently squeezing her hips. Y/N gently pushed him back until his back hit the wall behind him.

“It seems that you can’t resist me,” Y/N mumbled against his lips, the music seemingly drowning out as Y/N and Su-bong created their own small bubble.

“Shut up,” Su-bong replied and connected their lips again, squeezing her hips a little bit harder.

Y/N smiled into the kiss as she gently threaded her fingers through his hair, envious of how soft it was. A content sigh left Su-bong as he leaned all of his weight on the wall, pulling Y/N impossibly close to him.

A force from behind Y/N knocked her off balance. Her mouth was torn from Su-bong’s as she stumbled to the side.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Su-bong yelled over the music that came thundering back in Y/N’s ears. The bubble that formed around Y/N and Su-bong was now completely destroyed.

The man who had knocked Y/N held his hands up in defence before uttering an unconvincing apology as his eyes looked Y/N up and down. Su-bong’s arms wrapped around her as he pulled her back to his chest while he glared at the man.

The small area they were standing in was gradually getting more and more crowded and the rising heat only made Y/N uncomfortable. Ignoring the man who had knocked into her, Y/N faced Su-bong.

“I’m going to get some air,” Y/N said. “It’s getting too crowded here.”

“Do you want another drink?” he asked, his hand unconsciously cupping her cheek.

“I don’t think I need anymore drinks tonight,” Y/N replied.

“I meant some water,” Su-bong said.

A small smile twitched at her mouth. “Water would be nice.”

Su-bong nodded. “Meet me outside. I won’t be long.”

Y/N only nodded before she gave Su-bong a quick parting kiss on the cheek before she was forcing her way through the crowd to the cool outside air. The building was a lot larger than Y/N remembered and the feeling of so many bodies pressing into her only made her push through the crowds faster. Once she felt the cool air on her skin, she let out a small sigh, stepping away from the entrance to wait for Su-bong.

“Excuse me?” a voice spoke and Y/N turned to the source of the voice. It was the man who had knocked into her.

“I’m waiting for my friend,” Y/N said in a dismissive tone.

The man didn’t take the hint as he stepped closer to Y/N. “I saw you in the club and wanted to spend time with you.”

“Well I’m not interested,” Y/N said, her eyes fixed on the exit of the club searching for the familiar purple head of hair.

A cold grasp secured Y/N’s upper arm and her head whipped round to face the man. “Get your fucking hand off me!”

“Just give me your number,” the man insisted.

“Fuck off!” Y/N exclaimed, ripping her arm from his grasp.

“Hey!” The familiar voice of Su-bong yelled as the water he held in his hand was thrown to the floor as he rushed over to where Y/N stood. People stopped and stared as he forced himself between the man and Y/N. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, man?”

“I was just trying to get her number,” the man defended, taking a step back from Su-bong.

“Then you had no right to put your fucking hands on her,” Su-bong said, grabbing the man by his shirt. There was a flash of fear in the man’s eyes as Su-bong's grip tightened.

There was a pitiful attempt at a struggle as the man tried to escape Su-bong’s grip. Once the man realised his attempts were futile, a sneer fell upon his face. “Whatever, the bitch was asking for it anyway. I don’t know why I’ve been trying to get her attention all night when she settles for someone like you.”

Before Y/N could even process the man’s words, he was on the floor, blood immediately flowing from his nose. The man didn’t even have time to react as another punch landed upon his face. And then another. And another.

Gradually a crowd formed around Su-bong and the man as Y/N watched her friend continue to beat up the man. Y/N didn’t feel remorse for the man at all, in fact she wished she could throw a punch at him too but Su-bong seemed to have everything under control. Blood flowed freely from the man’s nose and various cuts that now littered his skin due to the rings upon Su-bong’s fingers.

Punch after punch was sent to the guys face, blood smeared under his nose and across his cheek as Su-bong didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. Y/N snapped from the daze she was in and took a step towards her friend and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Su-bong, stop,” Y/N shouted over all of the noise. There was part of her that wanted him to continue but her more rational brain told her to stop him. If he continued the way he was, Y/N was sure that he would accidently kill the man.

Su-bong’s fist faltered in the air before he had the chance to land another punch on the man below him.

“You're lucky my girl stopped me,” Su-bong spat at the man below him. “Don’t ever fucking touch her again.”

As he began to stand on his feet, Su-bong let go of the man’s shirt and threw him back onto the hard floor below him. The man grunted in pain but Y/N didn’t spare him another look as she took hold of Su-bong’s arm and pulled him away from the crowd.

“Is that the rapper, Thanos?”

“Is that his girlfriend?”

“He really beat that guy up, huh?”

Y/N ignored all of the whispers as she guided Su-bong to a quieter area. From his tense body language, Y/N could tell that he was still angry. Her hand glided from his arm down to his hand and held tightly onto it. Some of the tension held in his shoulders disappeared.

“Let’s get some food and go back to my apartment,” Y/N said, giving a small squeeze of his hand. “I think we’ve had enough fun for the night.”

Slowly, Su-bong nodded, not saying anything as they walked down the street hand in hand.

***

The moment the both entered Y/N apartment, she threw the leftover food onto her table before slumping onto the couch. Su-bong followed in her footsteps and slumped down next to her, flexing his wrist.

“You didn’t need to do that for me,” Y/N said. “I can handle myself.”

“I know you can,” Su-bong replied. “I just hated seeing his fucking hands on you.”

Y/N sighed and looked at his hands, his knuckles were still covered in blood. Standing from the couch, Y/N wordlessly gathered her small bag of medical supplies. Y/N couldn’t remember the last time she had used them for herself, she would almost always be using them for Su-bong. This time wasn’t any different.

Eyes followed her movements and Y/N was hyper aware of them as she moved to sit back down next to Su-bong. She grabbed his hand and placed it upon her knee before beginning to clean the wound. Su-bong remained silent as his eyes remained fixated on her face.

“You know? I think you owe me for all the medical supplies I use,” Y/N muttered as she cleaned the cuts on his knuckles.

Su-bong hummed. “I’ll pay you back in other ways.”

Y/N smiled. “You’re earning a bit of extra money these days, surely you can spare a little for some bandages?”

Once Y/N had cleaned the blood away, all that remained were the cuts and the bright redness of his skin. The cuts weren’t deep enough for a bandage and the blood had stopped flowing, already beginning to turn into a scab.

“There,” Y/N said, throwing the supplies onto the floor next to the couch. “You should be fine now.” Su-bong still didn’t say anything and it only made Y/N laugh nervously. “So what about that money for–”

There was no finishing the sentence as Su-bong smashed his onto Y/N’s. It was instinctual for her to kiss him back, it hadn’t even been a full hour since his lips were attached to hers in the club. Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him in close so they were touching chest to chest.

There was alway a vibe of naturality whenever the two kissed. It felt right when they kissed. Even the first time, there had been no surprise for Y/N when their lips connected. It was late into the night when they were both drunk and failed to bring anyone back to their own apartments. Their first instinct was to kiss one another for a bit of fun– nothing ever went further than that, perhaps a few neck kisses and occasionally they slept in the same bed. It was only a little bit of fun when they were drunk.

It was only ever meant to be a little bit of fun.

It wasn’t until a few months ago when that little bit of fun began to translate into their everyday lives. When they would bid goodbye to one another, they would sometimes give each other a quick peck on the lips or cheek. When watching a movie, they would cuddle on the very same couch they were sitting on and sometimes Su-bong would kiss her shoulder or neck as Y/N would cuddle further into him. Sometimes after Su-bong had spent the night and they woke up in the morning, he would give her a lingering kiss on the lips before getting ready for the day.

It had become such an essential part of Y/N’s life that she hadn’t kissed anyone else since– she hadn’t even considered kissing anyone else or bringing anyone else back to her apartment.

Su-bong pulled away with a slight frown. His thumb gently caressed her cheek and Y/N didn’t know whether he realised he was doing it or not. “You spaced out on me.”

“Sorry,” Y/N mumbled. “Just zoned out.”

“Zoned out? While kissing the great Thanos,” Su-bong said. “I’m hurt.”

Y/N scrunched her nose up in disgust. “You know I hate when you refer to yourself in third person– especially when you use your stage name.”

“I’m still hurt,” Su-bong muttered, his lips brushing against hers. “So what will you do to make it better?”

Y/N’s fingers threaded through his hair, giving it a small tug. “I can think of a few things.”

“Care to share?” Su-bong mumbled.

Their lips connected again. But this time, Y/N felt the shift– the different intent behind it. She pulled away briefly and Su-bong chased her lips with his. Y/N couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

Su-bong frowned. “Don’t stop there.”

“And what will you do if I do stop?” Y/N questioned, her lips bruising over his with every word.

Before Y/N knew it, Su-bong’s lips were on hers once again.

***

When Su-bong pressed his lips against hers again, a sense of desperation lingered behind it. Y/N kissed him back with the same amount of force, this time he knew that there was no turning back. There were many people Su-bong had kissed before, but no one came close to the way Y/N kissed him. The way she made him feel with just one touch of her lips was a feeling Su-bong wished he could have every waking moment of the day. It was euphoric. A high unlike any drug he had taken in his lifetime.

Y/N stood up and dragged Su-bong along with her. As soon as they stood on their feet, Y/N smiled and brushed her fingers through his hair. Su-bong couldn’t help but smile. A real, genuine smile.

“I am going to make you feel incredible,” Y/N muttered. “Tonight is all about you because you deserve it after nearly getting beat up on my behalf.”

Su-bong chuckled and let her drag him through the apartment and to her bedroom. She pushed open the door and as it shut, she pressed him against it, capturing his lips with her own. Su-bong groaned and melted into her touch, feeling better than he had in a long time. Instead of being drunk of spirits he was becoming drunk off her.

Y/N wasn’t rushed in her movements as she trailed kisses over his jaw and neck, slowly dragging his jacket down his shoulders. He allowed her, tilting his neck to the side to give her better access. A quiet moan slipped past Su-bong’s lips as Y/N slowly pressed kisses down the tattoo on the side of his neck. As soon as Y/N pushed his jacket off completely, Su-bong gripped her waist and spun her around so her back was now pressed against the door. Y/N gasped and Su-bong smirked.

“This night was about you,” Y/N murmured, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt.

“It can still be,” Su-bong said, pressing his lips against her neck, feeling her arch against him. “But I want to have a bit of fun with you too.”

Y/N gripped his hair between her fingers. Su-bong sucked the skin in the area below her ear. A moan slipped past her lips as she tugged on his hair. “Well…next time…it will all be about you.”

He couldn’t get enough of Y/N. He couldn’t get enough of the way her body perfectly moulded against hers. He couldn’t get enough of the small sounds that slipped between her lips when she needed to be quiet. If Su-bong was told that Y/N was the only person he could be with for the rest of his life, he wouldn’t mind it. In fact, he wished it to be true. He had never felt that way about anyone before– and it scared him.

There was a small slip in Su-bong’s movements and Y/N took it as an opportunity to flip them around once more so Su-bong was pressed against the door once again. She pulled the t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.

Su-bong shivered as the cool air hit him and as Y/N pressed her hands against his chest dragging them down slowly. His chest heaved as she teased the waistband of his jeans. His hips jutting out in desperate need of contact. Y/N chuckled the sound reverberating down Su-bong’s spine.

“You’re desperate tonight,” Y/N muttered.

“Only for you, Señorita,” Su-bong replied, his voice low and full of need.

Y/N hummed as her hand traced over a raised area on his hip bone. A scar. “I remember when you got this.”

Su-bong looked down. “Well I hope so since you were the one that caused it.”

Y/N blushed. “I didn’t mean to.”

“You didn’t mean to push me out of a tree?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“I am still sorry about it,” Y/N replied as she brushed over it once more.

“Prove it,” Su-bong responded, a cocky attitude returning.

“What?” Y/N questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Prove how sorry you are that you scarred my delicate skin,” Su-bong’s tone was teasing though Y/N’s eyes darkened as she slowly sank to her knees.

Su-bong’s heart beat rapidly as she watched her. The eye contact between them didn’t break as she pressed a kiss to the scar, her lips soft against his skin. Her hand held tightly onto his upper thigh and Su-bong needed her to move it.

“Y/N, you are killing me,” Su-bong panted. His body had never felt so good.

Y/N didn’t reply as she slowly began to unbuckle his belt and Su-bong’s hips jolted when she brushed against him. His gaze shifted to him, her eyes dark.

“I need you out of that dress,” Su-bong replied as she slowly rose to her feet.

“I thought you liked this dress,” Y/N commented.

“I do,” Su-bong said, pulling her until she crashed against his bare chest. “But you look so much better out of it.”

Y/N shuddered as Su-bong slowly began to pull down the zip. He walked her further into the room, finally away from the door. The dress slipped from her shoulder as Su-bong spun her around so her back was pressed against his chest. He buried his head into her neck, lips attacking her skin. Y/N sighed in content as the dress slipped down her body and pooled at her feet leaving her in only her underwear.

Su-bong groaned at the sight, his hand splayed wide on her stomach, pressing her against him. He moaned in her ear. Y/N gasped as she felt him against her. His hips rocked against her momentarily until his hand dipped between her legs. He felt the slick gathered between her thighs as she pressed further back onto him. They both moaned at the contact.

“Mmmm, Su-bong,” Y/N moaned as his fingers ghosted over her centre.

The desire in her voice sent a jolt through Su-bong as he slowly backed her to the bed. He sat down first and pulled her on top of him. Her knees resting either side of his hips. Su-bong’s hand gently held onto her hips as she locked hers around his neck. Su-bong only tilted his head slightly to look at her, his filled with lust.

The two remained still for a moment until Y/N ground her hips down to his, gasping as his hardened length pressed against her core. Su-bong groaned and moved Y/N’s hips again, this time rougher. Su-bong panted as Y/N continued with this movement, gradually picking up a pace.

Su-bong felt her heat against him, even through his underwear and jeans which were now painfully tight around his crotch. He grunted and gasped as he helped Y/N move her hips even more frantically against him.

“Y/N,” Su-bong said, his voice strained as he tried to suppress a moan. “I need you closer, I need…fuck….I need you badly.”

Y/N pressed her lips against Su-bong’s, teeth clashed and the kiss was sloppy and desperate. She lifted her hips up to unbutton his jeans and drag them down his thighs along with his underwear. Su-bong let out a low groan as Y/N’s hand brushed over him.

Su-bong’s entire body felt as if it was on fire and all he could do was sit there and allow Y/N to continue her hand movements. His body was covered in a thin blanket of sweat that glistened in the dim light of the room. Su-bong tried to steady his breaths as Y/N gripped him tighter but they only came out more ragged.

Y/N caught his eyes and a slow smirk formed on her face. “You know, I’m really enjoying you falling apart under me.”

Su-bong laughed, the sound low and deep. “Just wait until I have you spread out under me, I’ll make sure your neighbours know my name.”

“They already do,” Y/N said as she wrapped a hand around his cock. A strangled moan slipped from Su-bong’s lips. “You tried to get them to listen to your music once.”

Su-bong couldn’t concentrate on Y/N’s words any longer. The only thing he could focus on was the feeling of Y/N’s hand around his cock.

“Y/N,” Su-bong panted hating how desperate he sounded. Normally he would be drawing these kinds of sounds out from whatever woman he was with. “Please…”

Y/N’s lips connected with his as she slowly moved away from him and laid down on the bed, unclipping her bra and throwing it somewhere else in the room. Su-bong swallowed at the sight of her. He had never fully seen her naked before. Of course there were the few instances where he had occasionally seen her after she stepped out of the shower when she stayed over and poked her head around the corner of his bedroom to ask for a towel– he would catch a glimpse of her bare back and ass. But he had never seen more than that.

Su-bong rarely gave people genuine compliments. If he could stop the way his mouth opened and closed at the sight of Y/N’s bare body before him, he would tell her that she was beautiful. But all he could do was stare at her like he was a teenager seeing a naked woman for the first time.

Su-bong crawled over to her and connected his lips with hers and her arms immediately wrapped around his neck, tugging him closer. Y/N groaned into his mouth as she bucked her hips upwards, trying to get some friction.

Su-bong pulled away breathless. “I told you you’d be begging for me.”

Y/N didn’t even bother to reply with a snarky remark, all she did was wrap her leg around his hips and pull him flush with her entrance. Taking the initiative, Su-bong aligned himself and slowly pushed into her. Y/N’s mouth parted and a soft moan filled the room as a low groan left Su-bong as he began thrusting.

Every sense was pushed into overdrive as Y/N’s legs wrapped around his hips and her arms tightened around his neck as she clung to him. Su-bong pressed his mouth to hers as he picked up his pace. The feeling of Y/N’s limbs wrapping around him always felt too intimate for it to mean anything more than meaningless sex. She held onto him with such love and tenderness that Su-bong couldn’t help but let himself fall into the feeling. It scared him to no end but right now he could allow himself to fall into that false net of security. He could ignore those stupid thoughts that usually clouded his brain and focus his attention on Y/N.

“Su-bong,” Y/N moaned. “Faster, please.”

Hearing the pure desperation in Y/N’s voice sent Su-bong’s body into overdrive as he began to thrust into her faster and harder slowly building up to a rapid pace. As Y/N’s moans increased, so did Su-bong’s. He buried his head in her neck, kissing and sucking at the place where her shoulder met her neck. He wasn’t being gentle and he could tell Y/N didn’t want him to be.

With his right hand, Su-bong travelled it down her body, making Y/N dig her fingertips into his broad shoulders. He continued these movements until they slipped in between their bare sweaty bodies. As soon as his hand met its destination, Y/N let out a loud moan.

“Su-bong!” Y/N practically screamed.

Su-bong lifted his head from her neck and looked down at her and he nearly finished at the sight. Y/N’s eyes were screwed tight in pleasure and her lips were parted to allow the soft moans and ineligible words to slip out, muffled by nothing. One of her hands lost its grip on his shoulder and trailed to his hair, tugging it hard. Su-bong thrust harder into her.

“You are beautiful,” Su-bong breathed out. He wasn’t sure where these words were coming from. Of course he had always thought Y/N was beautiful but voicing it aloud was…wrong. It felt as if it were someone else voicing his thoughts. “You were made for me, weren’t you?”

Y/N’s back arched and her chest was pressed against his. He could feel her hardened nipples against his chest. Su-bong’s fingers pushed against the small bundle of nerves with more force since his hand was now trapped between their bodies.

“Yes,” Y/N said, her voice shaky. “I’m yours.”

Shock. That was all Su-bong felt. He wasn’t entirely sure if Y/N realised what she had said. He was sure she didn’t. He had voiced the question but he was only expecting her usual snarky response, not something seemingly more genuine.

His thrusts increased and a string of moans left Y/N. She threw her head back against his pillow and gave him access to her neck. Su-bong’s lips attached to her pulse point and pressed a series of open mouthed kisses there. With each thrust he could feel himself begin to fall apart.

“Su-bong, I’m so close,” Y/N said, gripping him tighter, no doubt causing him to have small bruises in the morning.

Su-bong moved his fingers in small circles on that bundle of nerves, eliciting more sweet moans from her. “That’s it, baby.” He trailed his kisses up her neck before they hovered above her mouth. “Come for me.”

Y/N cried out as she came around Su-bong. He forced himself not to kiss her, wanting to hear every single noise that passed her lips. Noises that Su-bong had caused. Y/N chanted his name as she rode out her high before slackening her grip. Su-bong grunted as he pulled out, still painfully hard.

“You didn’t finish,” Y/N said, her body limp on the bed.

“I can finish myself,” Su-bong replied, brushing her hair away from her sweaty forehead.

“No,” Y/N said, "this night was meant to be about your pleasure.”

Before Su-bong could even respond, Y/N had managed to push his back against the headboard as she wrapped her hand around him. Su-bong gasped and his hips jolted up, seeking more of her touch.

“Y/N,” Su-bong groaned as she began to move her hand, her hand twisting as she got to his head.

Su-bong cut himself off with a moan and let his forehead fall against Y/N’s. She tangled her fingers in his hair and covered his lips with her own, slipping her tongue inside. Su-bong allowed it, giving up any sort of control he had– something he never did. His hips thrust up into her hand once again in desperation.

“Señorita, I’m close,” Su-bong panted.

Y/N only pressed her lips to his again as Su-bong came undone, coming all over Y/N’s hand. He gasped against her mouth, trying to get oxygen into his body. The pleasure wracking through his body was immeasurable. Being with Y/N in this way was like no other experience he had. He craved her more than any drug.

After Su-bong slowly regained his breath, Y/N smiled at him. “That was fun.”

Su-bong breathed out and smiled back at her. “I agree.”

Y/N slowly moved away from him to wipe her hand on Su-bong’s discarded t-shirt before throwing it to him to clean up anything that had gotten on him before he climbed back into the bed as laid by his side.

Su-bong shuffled down the bed and threw a blanket over their bare bodies. The cold now hitting them like a brick. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her onto his chest. Their bodies fit perfectly together like a puzzle piece. Y/N tilted her head up as Su-bong tilted his down. He simply looked at her. She was beautiful– he hated that he hadn’t fully taken notice before. Even with hair sticking to her sweaty face, she still looked radiant.

With a small movement, Su-bong pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was surprisingly sweet and Su-bong wished that it would be a regular occurrence. He imagined sneaking up behind her while she was busy cooking dinner for the two of them. He imagined them walking down a street with his arm slung over her shoulders as he bent down to whisper something in her ear that he knew would make her smile. Su-bong just imagined a life with her.

Y/N pulled away first, her thumb brushing across his cheekbone before tucking her head into the crook of his neck and closing her eyes. Su-bong could feel her breathing become shallow until she eventually fell asleep. His thumb brushed her arm as he pulled her closer to his body.

Su-bong remained awake as he stared at the ceiling and held Y/N tightly in his arms. Tonight had put a lot of things into perspective for him. Ever since he had known Y/N, he had only ever felt friendship for her, nothing more– at least that was what he thought. The kisses they shared were never meant to be anything more than a little bit of fun– that’s all they were ever supposed to be. But no Su-bong was proven extremely wrong.

After having sex with her, it was different from any other women he had had sex with before. It was intimate– too intimate for him to simply call them friends with benefits.

Choi Su-bong was in love with Y/N.

***

When Y/N woke up the next morning, she was alone and the bed was cold. A heavy weight of disappointment fell upon her shoulders. She glanced around the room and noticed that his clothes were gone. The only evidence that someone had even stayed the night was the crumpled sheets on the left side of the bed.

Y/N slowly got out of bed, the disappointment still hanging heavy on her shoulders. She dressed in silence instead of playing some quiet music from her phone. The silence in her apartment was deafening as she got ready, her mind drifting away completely.

This was the first time Su-bong hadn’t stayed the night. Whenever he fell asleep beside her, Y/N would always wake to his arms wrapped around her, his breath fanning her face. He would always refuse to wake up and pull Y/N closer and she nearly always gave in and went back to sleep wrapped in his arms.

Perhaps she had made a mistake by having sex with him. A sense of dread overcame Y/N at the thought of their nearly two decade friendship being broken.

The leftover food that was thrown on the table the previous night was now placed in the fridge. Su-bong must have been the one to put it in there because Y/N was certain that she didn’t. Y/N took the container out and settled on a chair and pulled her phone from her pocket.

Expecting at least one message from Su-bong, Y/N found that there were none. Perhaps he was busy. After all, his career was beginning to make a steady incline once again. But he would have sent a message. Su-bong knew that Y/N was his biggest supporter even when his career took a nosedive, she was there to pick up the pieces.

Before she could stop herself, Y/N called his number. It continued to ring until the familiar sound of the voicemail came through. Y/N hung the phone up staring down at his number. Whenever she called him, he would always pick up. If there was a circumstance in which he couldn’t answer, he would send her a text within a few minutes.

The message never came through. A long sigh left Y/N as she stared down at his contact photo. Su-bong had set it himself and it was a stupid photo of him– it always brought a smile to her face when she saw it.

“I don’t want to seem clingy,” Y/N muttered to herself.

Y/N took a few moments to contemplate whether to phone him again before ultimately deciding to press the call button. The phone rang once then twice. And then it was answered.

Y/N smiled. “Su-bong–”

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice holding a slight annoyance to it.

Y/N’s smile faltered, his usual flirtatious greeting was nowhere to be seen. “I was just calling to ask when you left this morning.”

“After you fell asleep,” Su-bong replied bluntly. “I didn’t stay long.”

“Oh,” Y/N muttered, more weights of disappointment fell upon her shoulders.

“Do you want anything else? I’m busy,” Su-bong said.

Y/N took a few seconds to answer. “Do you want to go for dinner tonight? There is this restaurant the just opened and–”

“I can’t,” Su-bong interrupted. “I’m already meeting someone.”

“Oh, who are you meeting?” Y/N asked and hated the way the jealousy dug its claws into her.

“It’s none of your business,” Su-bong replied. “I’m busy anyway so is there anything important you need or are you going to keep wasting my time.”

Y/N’s mouth opened and closed, shocked at the words coming from him. There was no hint of the flirtatious tone he often spoke to her in, nor was there that slight hint of fondness she knew he had for her. “I–”

“You’re wasting my time,” Su-bong muttered before the phone was hung up.

The phone remained at Y/N’s ear for a while before she slowly lowered it. Her lips were still parted in shock at the way he had spoken to her. They had known each other for nearly two decades and he had never spoken to her like that. Of course they had had their fights and arguments, Y/N knew that they fought a lot when Su-bong was taking drugs every night when his career was in the mud. But even then, he had never spoken to her with such disrespect before.

The food Y/N ate suddenly made her feel ill as she threw it in the bin before collecting her jacket and leaving her apartment, hoping some fresh air would clear her head.

***

Days had passed since that phone call with Su-bong and Y/N already missed him a lot. It was the longest in years that they had spent without talking to each other. She had opted not to call him again or text him much to not seem too clingy. She had sent him one text and he had seen it but hadn’t replied.

As Y/N slumped on her couch she let out a long sigh as she clung onto a pillow. She knew that things would change after they had sex but she hoped that they would change for the better. She had hoped that they would finally cross that invisible barrier from friends into a relationship.

The line between friendship and relationship had been blurry for a while and Y/N knew that both she and Su-bong knew it. But taking that final step was always the hardest. Y/N didn’t regret what happened that night and she was afraid Su-bong did.

As she patted her cough to find the remote for the television, Y/N’s hand hit something leather. She glanced down confused until she realised that it was Su-bong’s wallet. It must have fallen out when she cleaned up the cuts on his hands.

Y/N picked up her phone. Her background was a photo of her and Su-bong. It was taken by a mutual friend. While Y/N looked at the camera, Su-bong looked at her, a small, genuine smile on his face. It was her favourite photo of him. It captured an expression he shows only rarely and mostly only to her. Y/N was happy to have it captured forever.

She sent Su-bong a quick and short text. ‘Your wallet is here’. Despite wanting to call him, Y/N didn’t give into that urge. Y/N turned off her phone and let it fall to the side and finally turned on her television. Y/N settled down into her couch, feeling unusually cold even with the pile of blankets surrounding her. No matter how much she tried to pay attention to the programme, Y/N’s mind still drifted to Su-bong.

***

A week had passed and Y/N found herself walking up the stairs to Su-bong’s apartment. When she had sent him the text informing him that his wallet was at her apartment, she had expected a reply, after all it was his wallet– but he still didn’t reply.

As she stood outside of his apartment door, Y/N knocked immediately. It had been close to two weeks since she had last seen Su-bong. Two weeks since she had felt his hands on every part of her body. Two weeks since that line between friendship and a relationship blurred even more– now seemingly merging together. Two weeks since Y/N discovered her true feelings for Su-bong.

Y/N had come to realise that she loved him. Of course she always knew she felt something for him but she would have never called it love until two weeks ago. Y/N always believed that love developed within the relationship– that was how it had been in her previous ones. Y/N never believed in loving someone before a relationship– it was just odd to her.

But with Su-bong it was different. What she felt for him, she had never felt for anyone else before. Simply being away from him was torturous enough.

Quiet whispers came from the other side of the door before it opened abruptly. Y/N was taken back at the sight before her. Su-bong stood in the threshold shirtless and jeans hanging low on his hips. There was a small flash of surprise in his eyes before he glanced behind him.

“Why are you here, Y/N?” He asked, looking back to Y/N.

“To give you back your wallet,” Y/N said, holding it up to his eyeline. “I sent you a text a week ago.”

As Su-bong went to grab it, Y/N pulled it out of his reach. Annoyance filled his eyes. “What?”

“Why have you been ignoring me?” Y/N questioned.

Su-bong glanced behind him once more. “I haven’t been ignoring you.”

Y/N laughed though there was no humour behind it. “Sure you haven’t.”

While his gaze was still focused behind him, Y/N forced her way into his apartment. Su-bong tried to stop her but Y/N simply ignored him, glancing around. There were various empty alcohol bottles residing all over.

“Get out, Y/N,” Su-bong muttered.

“Not until you fucking talk to me,” Y/N said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“About what?”

“Maybe what happened two weeks ago?” Y/N said.

“Why? What happened two weeks ago?” Su-bong asked.

“Are you serious?” Y/N said. “You don’t remember when we fucked in my bedroom?”

“Oh,” Su-bong said. “I remember now.”

Y/N scoffed. “Oh, so I’m just a name on the long list of girls you wanted to fuck before you got famous?”

There was a click of his bedroom door before a woman walked out, only a thin sheet covering her. “Thanos? Come back to bed, I’ve been waiting forever,” she whined.

Y/N’s mouth fell open at the sight. There was a trail of hickies down her neck that fell below the sheet but Y/N knew that they continued. Her hair was a mess and there was make-up smudged under her eyes.

“Get dressed,” Su-bong muttered, picking up a dress that Y/N had failed to notice on the floor. “And leave.”

The woman huffed before she went to the room to change. The apartment remained silent, all that filled it was the quiet movements of the woman inside Su-bong’s bedroom. Once she stepped out, she sauntered up to Su-bong and pressed a long kiss to his lips. Despite not reciprocating it, he didn’t push her away either. Y/N watched the scene unfold, completely stunned.

“Call me,” the woman muttered before leaving the apartment, the door closing with a soft ‘click’.

Su-bong’s eyes didn’t leave the floor as Y/N took a few steps forward. The switch within Su-bong seemingly flipped and his facade went up. The coldness residing within his eyes made Y/N want to shrink away but she refused to let her body do so. Instead she took one final step closer. “So who was that?” she questioned.

“I don’t know,” Su-bong said. “I don’t remember her name.”

Y/N hummed. “So I was correct? I am just a name in a list of girls you want to fuck.”

Su-bong looked at her and for a split second Y/N thought that the warmth would return to his voice, the smile would return to his face and he would simply say that this was an elaborate joke. Y/N knew that it wasn’t going to happen but she wanted it to. She didn’t want to hear the answer to the question.

Su-bong took a step closer to her, they were only an arms length apart now. “I got all I wanted from you. It took you long enough to put out.”

“What?” Y/N asked, a shaky breath slipping past her lips.

“Why else would I still be friends with you? Why else would I flirt with you all the time?” A laugh left Su-bong and what would usually make Y/N’s heart fill with unnoticed love now made her heart break. “I thought I was close to getting you in bed after the first kiss we shared but you refused to take it any further, you’re lucky I haven’t gotten bored yet.”

Y/N’s palm stung before she even realised she had smacked him across the face. There was a flash of surprise and hurt on Su-bong’s face but it was quickly gone and his mask of indifference found its way onto his face once again.

Slowly, Y/N stepped closer holding his eye contact, though the moment she was directly before him, Su-bong looked away.

“Look at me,” Y/N demanded.

Su-bong’s eyes didn’t move from where they were fixated over her shoulder. Y/N rolled her eyes and grabbed his chin, harshly forcing him to look at her. As their eyes met, Y/N could have sworn that he leaned into her touch before he tried to pull away. Y/N didn’t allow him.

“Look into my eyes and tell me,” she began, her voice quiet, “that you have never felt anything for me.”

“Y/N,” Su-bong said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“If you truly mean what you said then you should have no trouble telling me that,” Y/N muttered.

Su-bong’s eyes didn’t leave hers as his hands twitched at his sides. Beneath all of the anger she felt towards him, Y/N held onto that smallest piece of hope that he would wrap his arms around her waist and apologise for his words.

That never happened.

“I don’t feel anything for you,” Su-bong said, his voice shaky. “I have…never felt anything for you.”

After the words left his mouth, the regret in his eyes was instant but Y/N didn’t care. Her hand fell from his chin as she took a step back.

“Y/N…” Su-bong tries to reach out for her but Y/N furthered the distance between them.

Y/N dropped his wallet onto the floor. “Have a good life, Su-bong.”

When Y/N walked out of his apartment, his pleas for her to stay fell on deaf ears. Her eyes stung with tears as she walked away from the man she had always loved even when it was difficult. The apartment door opened and she slammed it behind her.

From within she could hear Su-bong scream in anger before there was a loud sound of glass smashing.

***

The only time Y/N had left her apartment was to get a snack from the convenience store. It had been two weeks since she stormed out of Su-bong’s apartment and she had never felt worse. Eventually she blocked his number because of his incessant calls at every hour of the day. There were hundreds of messages that she hadn’t opened. Though there was one that flashed up on her screen before she blocked his number. It said three simple words. I love you.

Y/N didn’t care– at least that’s what she tried to convince herself of. He had gone two weeks ignoring her attempts to contact and she had only tried a handful of times. After seeing the final message after blocking his number, Y/N nearly caved. Nearly. Until she remembered the words he had spoken to her. The cold look in his eyes. It was burned into her memory– as was his look of regret the moment those words left his mouth.

Y/N finished off the piece of chocolate she was eating before throwing the empty packet on the floor. There were a lot of empty packets on the floor that Y/N hadn’t bothered to clean. As she closed her eyes, a message came through on her phone. Nam-gyu.

Y/N’s brows furrowed. Of course she was friends with Nam-gyu but he had always been closer to Su-bong than her. She opened the message.

Meet me for dinner tonight.

Y/N frowned. She wasn’t in the mood to leave her apartment let alone meet anyone for dinner. Y/N quickly sent her reply. I can’t tonight. I’m busy.

His reply came through almost instantly. Sitting depressed in your apartment? I wouldn’t call that busy. Meet me at 8.

The address of the restaurant came through a minute later. Y/N sighed and threw her phone to the side. As she looked at the empty wrappers, Y/N couldn’t help but laugh– it was completely ridiculous. Never in her whole life had she gotten this bad over a man and she wouldn’t start now. Su-bong was her best friend and the person she had deeply fallen in love with but at the same time he made his feelings very clear.

Y/N hastily picked up all of the packets and threw them away before walking to her bathroom ready to shower before dinner that night.

***

A smile lifted at Y/N lips for the first time in weeks as she looked at herself in the mirror. She felt beautiful– she was beautiful.

Luckily the restaurant Nam-gyu chose wasn’t too far away from her apartment so by the time Y/N arrived it was only a few minutes past eight. The restaurant was one she had gone to once and that one time, Su-bong had been with her. The smile that graced Y/N’s face faltered as she thought of her friend. That day was one she would never forget.

It was during the time where Su-bong was struggling with money and his addiction. It was Y/N’s twenty-seventh birthday and she was preparing to spend it alone until Su-bong knocked on her door and dragged her from her apartment and to this very restaurant. It was here that the distance between them that had been becoming slightly bigger every day was destroyed and Su-bong promised to Y/N and himself that he was going to become better.

Shaking her head of the memories, Y/N pushed open the door and stepped inside. Her eyes scanned the tables looking for Nam-gyu. As her eyes focused on one of the tables by the window, the smile immediately fell from Y/N’s face.

Su-bong’s eyes met hers and a small smile lit up his face as he stood to his feet. Y/N remained rooted to her spot as he began to step closer. He was dressed differently from his usual attire. His graphic t-shirt was replaced with a white shirt and his baggy jeans were replaced with tailored pants.

With a shake of her head, Y/N turned on her heel and walked out of the restaurant. She couldn’t face him– not yet. The wound was still fresh and Y/N needed time for that to heal before contacting him. Two weeks wasn’t long enough.

“Y/N!” Su-bong called out as he chased her down the street.

There was no acknowledgement from Y/N– she pretended that she didn’t hear him as she quickened her pace. She wasn’t sure where she was walking, the direction she was currently heading in was the opposite direction from her apartment.

Su-bong’s footsteps quickened until he was within reaching distance of Y/N. His hand clasped her wrist and Y/N stopped in her tracks.

“Let go,” Y/N demanded.

“Y/N, listen to me,” Su-bong said, a hint of desperation in his tone. “...please.”

“Why should I?” Y/N questioned. “And where is Nam-su? I was meant to be meeting him.”

“I asked him to ask you for dinner,” Su-bong said. “It’s Friday night, he’s working.”

Y/N silently cursed herself. Of course he would be working but she didn’t question it. “Then I have no reason to be here.”

Su-bong’s grip tightened on her wrist, not enough to cause any pain but enough to keep her there. “Y/N. Let me explain.”

“What is there to explain? You made your feelings clear that night, no matter how many stupid texts you send claiming that you love me are going to make up for that,” Y/N snapped.

Su-bong looked around, some people walking by were clearly listening to their conversation. “Just…” He proceeded to drag her into an empty alley, his hand remaining on her wrist.

“I don’t want to hear what you want to say,” Y/N muttered looking at where his thumb anxiously ran across her wrist. “Not yet, at least.”

“Please,” Su-bong said. “If I don’t say anything now I know I won’t be able to.”

Y/N’s eyes met his and she could see the insecurity within them that was almost always hidden with drugs or alcohol. “Why should I let you? You hurt me, Su-bong. You looked at me in my eyes and say that you were only friends with me to fuck me. You said that I was lucky that you never got bored. Then you proceeded to claim you never felt anything to me then sent me hundreds of texts disproving your words.”

“I love you, Y/N,” Su-bong confessed. “I love you.”

“As you told me before I blocked your number,” Y/N said. “It still doesn’t excuse your words or that you denied ever feeling anything for me when we both know that you did.”

“I fucked up,” Su-bong pleaded. “I fucked up, just let me explain.”

Slowly Y/N pulled her wrist away and the expression that overcame Su-bong’s face was utter defeat. With a sigh, Y/N folded her arms across her chest. “Fine. Explain.”

Shock filled Su-bong’s eyes as he nervously glanced at the floor before meeting Y/N’s eyes once again. “I was scared,” he muttered, the vulnerability in his voice shining through. “I’ve never been in love before, I’ve never been in a real relationship. When I realised that I was in love with you– that scared me. I’ve never been a relationship kind of guy. Maybe that’s because I’ve always subconsciously thought we were in some kind of relationship.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you slept with other women and drank so much alcohol that every surface of your apartment was littered with empty bottles,” Y/N said. “Not to mention dismissing me every time I tried to talk to you. How do you think I felt that morning? I woke up in my apartment alone with no word from you and some of the first things you said to me was that I was wasting your time.”

Su-bong reached out, clasping Y/N’s hands in his. Y/N allowed him, knowing that he needed something to ground himself.

“When I realised that I loved you, I was scared because I don’t deserve you. My life has been one huge fuckup until recently and that is because you helped me. I have always felt like a burden to you and bringing you into my shitty life is the last thing I want to do. So I ignored you. If I distanced myself from you, slept with other women, took drugs, got as fucked up as I could, I could just forget my feelings for you. I could push you away from me and finally make you realise that you are too good for me. You have always been too good for me.”

“I have always thought that I was holding you back. Right now you could be engaged to some rich man who can provide for you and have a stable life with, I’ve been your friend long enough to see the type of men you go out on dates with,” Su-bong continued.

“And why do you think I never had a second date with them?” Y/N replied.

Su-bong didn’t have a response to her answer as he gripped onto her hands a little bit tighter. “I have never been good enough for you and I’m afraid that I never will.”

There was no hint of deception in Su-bong’s voice for posture. His hands anxiously fiddled with the ring on Y/N’s middle finger. There was a chance he didn’t realise that he was doing it.

“Is that why you came dressed like my father?” Y/N questioned, looking at his plain attire once more.

Su-bong huffed a laugh as some of the tension in the air cleared. “I thought that changing my clothes would make you see that I’m serious about this.”

“You look stupid,” Y/N said bluntly.

Su-bong looked down at where his hands were clasping Y/N’s. “Thanks.”

Removing her hands from Su-bong’s, Y/N placed them gently on his cheeks, tilting his head to look at her again. “Su-bong. You are my best friend and you have been for so many years. I hate to see you speak so badly about yourself. You know that I never cared about whether you deserved me or not because, despite what you think– you do deserve me. Others may perceive you one way but I will always perceive you as that boy that cried when he saw Iron Man for the first time because his favourite hero was finally on the big screen.”

“No matter what others said when you were in your addiction, I stood by you, not because you were a burden and I was stuck with you but because you are my friend. A friend that I have always loved. I love that you are not like anyone else. I love that you dress however you want even if the colours of your t-shirts sometimes hurt my eyes. I love that you make me laugh. I love that you show me a side of you others don’t get to see. I love you.”

The corners of Su-bong’s lips twitched. “You love me?”

Y/N’s thumbs gently glided over his cheekbones. “I do. Looking at it, I think I always have. Our friendship hasn’t really been just platonic for a while. But you did hurt me, Su-bong. Even if you didn’t mean those words, you still said them.”

“I know and I’m sorry,” Su-bong muttered.

“You never apologise to anyone so I know that you are actually sorry,” Y/N said.

Y/N felt Su-bong's arms wrap around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Following his lead, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a much needed hug. Their bodies melted together as they embraced. The feeling of his arms wrapped around her was a welcome one and one Y/N hadn’t realised she had been desperately craving. From the way Su-bong seemed to relax completely, Y/N could tell that Su-bong had been craving it too.

“I will be better for you,” Su-bong promised. “I want to be better for you.”

“You don’t need to be better,” Y/N muttered. “You just need to be honest. Not just with me but with yourself too.”

The grip Su-bong had around her waist tightened as he buried his head into her neck. His lips grazed her neck as he uttered four quiet words. “I love you, Y/N.”

“And I love you too, Su-bong,” she replied. “But you have a lot of apologising to do.”

Su-bong pulled away from the hug, and rested his forehead against Y/N’s. “I will apologise for the rest of my life if I need to. But for tonight, can we just have dinner? Will you let me take you on a real date? I understand if you don’t want to.”

The smile that was previously wiped off her face returned at full force as she beamed at Su-bong. “You can start your apologies tomorrow. Tonight, let’s have our first date. Our first official date. It’s long overdue at this point.”

“Can I kiss you?” Su-bong muttered, somewhat shyly.

“Wow, you’re asking to kiss me? You must really want my forgiveness,” Y/N teased.

“Shut up,” Su-bong muttered as he pressed his lips against Y/N’s.

Y/N welcomed them as she smiled into the kiss. She could happily live in the moment, not think about the future where the serious conversations were bound to occur. Right now she could happily have an official first date with Su-bong. Her Su-bong– as he will always be and has been for many years.

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temis-de-leon · 2 days ago

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Going out with your friends from class sounded like a fantastic idea when you accepted the invitation days ago. After a too-long sleep marathon with Belphie, you were well-rested and in need of escaping the house, so going for a walk and getting some fresh air was way more tempting than you would ever admit out loud.

And it wasn’t like you were regretting your decision, not entirely, anyway. Sure, it was the fifth time you yawned in fifteen minutes, and no amount of harmless gossip could keep your attention, but the chairs were comfortable, the wind smelled like the baked treats from a nearby shop, and the background music felt like a lullaby.

Judging by your friends’ faces, thankfully, your tiredness came across as more endearing than annoying. You’d make sure to apologise properly once you were a bit more conscious, but for now, you would give yourself the satisfaction of feeling the softness of the cushioned backrest while the comforting voices around turned into white noise.

It wasn’t until one of them gently shook you awake that you realised you had fallen asleep in the first place.

“We’re going to the bathroom real quick” said the succubus with a hint of amusement, barely rolling her eyes when you silently raised a thumb before laying back again.

This time, you forced yourself to stay awake, painfully aware of your vulnerability each time you were left alone for one reason or the other. You had friends, fans and an entire group of the most powerful demons behind your back, sure, but not everything was nice, and it was wise to keep an eye open.

An even an ear sometimes.

Less than a minute had passed when the familiar sound of feathers and soft caws landed beside your head and hurriedly begged for your attention, but it wasn’t until the hard beak poked your cheek that you finally decided to fully open your eyes.

“Hi!” you offered softly, unable to hide your smile any longer. The crow jumped in excitement, eager at your recognition.

“Hi” it responded with its high, strangely nasal tone.

You weren’t sure if the crows had learned to talk on their own or if Mammon had taught them the easy words, but it never failed to make you giggle. You wished, however, that you could differentiate the birds so you could call them by their given names, but if they weren’t bothered by it, then neither were you.

A sudden brightness in its clenched foot made you sit straighter, and you tried not to coo when the crow offered the object, immediately dropping it in your open hand without a second thought.

“What do you have there…?”

“Hello” it said, nuzzling the corner of your lips with its beak.

The second of the two words it knew, probably.

You caressed the object carefully and took little time to realise what it was: a stone. Although grey and pokey in some places, it shone slightly iridescent under the light, showing the rainbow when you tilted it at a certain angle but resembling a normal pebble in any other position.

Now, who could’ve sent you a pretty rock via crow, you wondered…?

The image of Mammon giving orders to his pets for such a silly reason made you giggle, again making the crow bob its head with joy.

Suddenly, too soon, you heard and recognised the voices of your friends coming out of the bathroom. Not wanting to hear their teasing about your relationship with the second brother, you quickly closed your fist around the stone and swiftly hid it inside your pocket.

Dating a thief certainly had some perks.

“Tell him I said thank you” you whispered to the crow, placing a kiss on top of its head before letting it fly away.

Your friends returned and sat by your side, excited by your state of wakefulness. What they didn’t know, however, was that your mind was too occupied to fall asleep again, thinking of available places in your room for your new gift.

For a demon like him, Mammon could be such a romantic…

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caramelpeaching · 2 days ago

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STUDY SESSION — (nishimura riki)

pairing. ni-ki x collegestudent!reader

word count. 0.8k

genre. smut

warnings. established relationship, dom!riki, p in v, spanking (ass & pussy), praise, not degrading but he's rough

College always got the best of you. Sometimes it was just hard to stay focused with all of the upcomming tests, exams and projects, so when your boyfriend offered you help for the next important exam you had to at least give it a chance.

"I asked you a question. Go ahead and answer it before I change my hand for my belt." His voice was rough again, just like his words.

It has been like that for the whole study session, asking you questions so nicely, encouraging you to answer them correctly because 'you knew them' and 'you told him the answer a few questions ago'. But if you took more seconds to think about it than he liked, a little punishment was sure to come.

When Riki's palm landed once more at the lower part of your rear you gasped, biting your lip and closing your eyes to try and search for the answer everywhere in your mind.

And fuck, you had no idea about this one. You couldn't even remember writing it down on the class notes you gave him to get the questions from somewhere.

"You better answer, because this pretty thing is starting to get so so red. And I for sure feel bad for still going on with the spanking." You heard the sound of the stack of papers as he placed them at the edge of the bed and his little shift in position to crouch behind of your bending body. "I'll give you one more chance, alright?"

His lips pronounced the unanswered question again, this time returning to the soft voice and touch. But no matter how much you thought about it, you simply didn't know. "I don't remember, 'ki."

"You don't remember, baby?" You shook your head, your cheeks tinting pink from embarrassment.

You told him you studied so much, that was the only reason why he offered himself to help you this way, because you were meant to know every little question and he wouldn't have to spank you even once.

He grabbed the notes again just to throw them to you, making them land next to your head on the middle of the mattress. "Read it, I expect you to reply to me later with confidence."

Your hands switched from squeezing the sheets to hold onto the papers, scanning them to get the answer you needed. You'd remember it, you were sure of that. Because the sting you felt when he changed his whole palm for his fingers, and your rear for your clit was enough to make you close your legs immediately.

"That ain't no way of asking me to stop, is it?" His other hand caressed up and down your thigh, soothing you. "Keep them open and read, that's the only thing you need to do right now."

You sighed in defeat, slowly separating your thighs again just to be met with other two not too harsh slaps on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your face fell flat over the sheets, screaming to him on repeat the answer you just read as your toes curled.

"That's it, that's it. I promise to give you a great reward once we're done with this."

Minutes passed and he said this would be the last round of questions, just to check that you indeed knew it all. But now it was slightly different, your belly was on top of one of your pillows while his cock got buried slowly inside of your velvety walls, making him groan from the expected tightness.

You could do nothing more than to moan when his hips started moving in a gentle motion and curse at him when he stopped because you took more than five seconds to answer correctly.

But that feeling of him moving again, rocking both of your bodies back and forth while his free hand explored all of your expossed skin drove you crazy enough to forget how mad you were at him for stopping.

"You can throw this to the trash, I swear I don't understand why you like this degree. We're done with it." The stack of your notes flew from his grasp, each one of the papers being spread on the bed right in front of your face. "I've been asking you that for the last hour and a half and I don't remember one thing."

You giggled, of course he didn't. To be fair, you were so shocked he agreed to parcitipate in this. "Well, I do. That's what matters."

"Oh, you don't know how mad I'mma be if your teacher fails you this one. Because I'm so damn proud of you." Riki leaned forward, cooing his words behind the shell of your ear. "Let's focus now on giving you the reward you deserve."

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zyafics · 13 hours ago

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hihihi i love ur fic ‘wildflower by five seconds of summer’ which was a best friends to lovers, I was wondering if you could do a fox where he’s reassuring her that he’s attracted to her and idk. But she basically feels that they were best friends for so long that maybe he’s just dating her for her personality and doesn’t actually want to see her idkkkk but I think you’d be super good at writing this one

omg thank you!! something about bsf!reader gives me so much energy to come up with them so let’s get to it 🤞🏼

REAL OR NOT REAL | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (Blurb)

Pairing — BSF!Rafe x Wildflower!Female Reader

Word Count — 1.7K.

Content — fluff, Rafe comforting Reader about her insecurities, happy endings.

You always been aware of Rafe’s type.

There’s a certain degree that sparks Rafe’s interest, and how you slot into his future, but it hadn’t matter to you. Especially since you’re together now, it’s a constant reinforcement that he chose you out of all the girls on his roster. And he’ll keep choosing you because you’re his best friend.

At least, that’s what you like to think.

Your first cloud of doubt came in the form of an engagement.

When Kelce sank to the floor on one knee, holding up a sparkling diamond ring, he didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence before his girlfriend, Aria, leaped into his arms, squealing out a yes!

From there on, the entire restaurant cheers at the vow, and you alongside it, clapping your hands together with the utmost glee. You’re happy for your friend, and his embarkment on this new stage in his relationship. And you rejoiced in that feeling, floating in its bubble, until Topper came over to clap a hand on Rafe’s shoulder.

“How do you feel, man?” Topper asks, looking directly at your boyfriend.

“What do you mean? I didn’t get engaged,” Rafe huffs with a roll of his eyes, and you laugh, wrapping your arms around his bicep. He glances down at you with a soft smile.

“Not that,” Topper scolds, “In general. We always thought it would be you first.”

Your shoulders slouch. “What?” You question, but your voice is soft in the loud atmosphere. They didn’t hear you. Somehow, Kelce manages to enter at the tail-end of the conversation.

“Yeah, Rafe, never thought I’d beat you out,” Kelce laughs.

“You didn’t beat me,” Rafe declares calmly, holding up a glass of whiskey.

“I’m one step ahead of you,” Kelce refutes. “Didn’t you have a whole future planned? The house, the wife, the kids? The whole nine?”

“He’s been saying it since we were teens,” Topper adds. “Changed your mind?”

Rafe shrugs, appearing indifferent, but something cold runs through your veins. He lifts the glass to his lips. “When it happens, it happens.”

“Make it happen soon, alright?” Kelce adds with a grin, just as Aria slides beside him and he wraps a protective arm around her waist. “Because we’re planning a family, and my kids are gonna need your kids to keep them in check.”

“Or the other way around,” Aria comments with a chuckle, and the entire night went on as such. You celebrate among your friends at the restaurant of their engagement, the waitstaff brings out a glorious dessert for the couple, and everyone is in high spirits.

By the time you come home, all that energy disperses, and everything comes flooding back.

You almost forgot. Before Rafe and you got together, he had envisioned a future that didn’t match yours. He wanted a wife and kids, all before the age of thirty. He didn’t want to wait, as he always said before, he wanted it to be young, to start early, just as his father did.

You don’t feel the same. You grew up in a household that abandoned you to your own devices, hollowed out in creaky hallways and subdued by a rotation of maids and servants in and out of your estate. You always knew you wanted kids later, or not at all because you wanted to take time and travel the world.

This doesn’t match Rafe’s.

Yet, it was never brought up. You were so consumed by the bliss of finally having each other, that you neglected the very foundation of what it means to be in a relationship in the first place—to address the conversation of a different yet nearing future you each carved out for yourself.

Doubt begins to lament every inch of your skin as to why Rafe is with you in the first place. He had known this–he’s your best friend—he knows you’re different from what he wants and he still pursues it? Was it for fun? Was it to pass the time until he found someone more compatible to match his needs? Perhaps, even a chance, Rafe was so used to having you at his side that it was easier to seduce you into the most natural next-step role. He didn’t actually like you, your brain argued, he got with you out of pure convenience.

So, you start distancing yourself. Every invitation to spend with the newlyweds was declined, and every inquiry to come over to your house was subsequently ignored. It got to the point where, a week in, Rafe finally had enough and came into your house unannounced.

“What the hell is going on with you?” Rafe demands upon entering your room, his eyes sliding across the place to find the messiness of your sanction, pillows, and blankets thrown to different corners. Almost ditch-like, as if you hadn’t had the chance to leave—in fear of encountering him.

“What?” You ask meekly, shoulders slouching inwards, making yourself small.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” he declares accusingly.

“Not true,” you argue.

He glares. “Don’t lie to me.”

You hesitate, digging your nails into the sheets and playing with the covers of your bed. “I just need some time for myself; to think,” “About what?”

You inhale sharply, trying to fizzle out your nerves. All your thoughts and rumbustious questions lead to this final end. This is it.

“I think we could break up.”

For the first time since Rafe’s entry, he’s taken aback by your statement. He unconsciously takes a step backward, brows drawn together, throat tightening. “What?” He replies, his voice low.

Now or never.

“I’ve been thinking about it for the past few days, and I think it’s the best option,” you reason, trying to appear as if this comes from a place of logic rather than insecurities. “For our future.”

“Our future?” He repeats, testing the words on his tongue.

“We’re not compatible,” you continue, the confession slicing at your chest. Tightening your skin. “I want certain things, and you want different things. Honestly, I don’t even know why you liked me in the first place. We were better off as—”

“Slow down,” Rafe cuts you off. You’re going so frantic, trying to streamline a sense of continual thought, that he thought you were going into a panic attack. Rafe lowers himself to your level, taking a precarious step forward and encroaching on your bed. “What do you mean?”

“We should break up.”

“No,”

“Rafe,” you pout, eyes softening, trying to let him go the gentlest way possible. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“You’re being unreasonable,”

“I’m being logical,” you argue.

He scoffs. “Logical? You’re breaking up over a problem that doesn’t exist. Incompatible? Really? You had a whole week to come up with an excuse and that’s what you settle on?”

Your shoulders sink. You play with the frayed threads of your comforter, and the mattress dips to accommodate his weight. His hand hovers over yours, halting your nervous antics and forcing your gaze back onto his.

“What happened?” Rafe asks gently.

“I can’t give you what you want,” you murmur with a cry, pathetically feeling like you’re close to tears.

“Okay,” he cautions slowly. “What do I want?”

“Not me,” you insist weepingly, “I don’t want kids, or to be a housewife. Being in your life, I ruin your plans.”

“Baby,” he murmurs, cradling your face. “I don’t care about that.”

Your heart beams with hope, before being smothered by the reminder that this is a trick to ease your thoughts. “You don’t want kids?”

“Of course, I want them,” your chest tightens. “But I want them with you when you’re ready.”

He adds. “I was serious that night,” he reminds you of that first night when you two became an item. “It’s you or nothing.”

You remain quiet.

“What else? Hit me.”

“I’m afraid,” you confess quietly.

“Of what?”

“That you don’t really like me. I think you’re with me because it’s the easiest thing, or perhaps you don’t want to let me down or—”

“Calm down, wildflower,” he breaths out, dropping his hand to your chest, forcing your intake to steady. They do, calming under his palm. “How about I tell you what I feel instead of you making assumptions?”

He’s right. That’s logical. As you nod, composing your words, you slowly draw a steady breath. “Do you want a housewife?”

“I do,” he answers honestly. “But I only want you.”

“And if I don’t?” You ask. “I don’t want to be one?”

“Then you won’t, simple as that.”

Your eyes pan across his handsome face, trying to uncover any mistruths, but you find none. It settles something in you, and you reveal your next step of doubts.

“You said you wanted to settle down before your 30s,” you remind him.

“That was before I knew this,” he gestures between you, “had a chance.”

“So you change your plans for me?”

“You’re my future,”

You swallow hard. “And if I don’t want to? Not just settling down—but I want to travel the world, and experience adventure, what do you say?”

He comes forward, cupping your chin and forcing your gaze on his. “I say do whatever the hell you want, as long as it’s with me.”

You brush your hands against his jaw, stopping your questions, before having one more on the tip of your tongue. Rafe nods encouragingly, “Anything else?”

You hesitate, and Rafe’s hand slides up your neck, finding that sensitive spot, and cradles it under his palm. “Ask the last one.”

Exhaling, you ask, “Do you like me?”

“Baby, you’re the love of my fucking life. I don’t think there’s anyone I like more than you.”

A blanket of comfort wraps around you, your heart softens, expression relaxes. Your brows pinch together, and they look up at him with utmost guilt. “I’m sorry,” you murmur.

“Don’t be,” he leans forward to press a kiss against your forehead. “You needed that. But I’m here to remind you—I want you. I chose you. The only way someone’s leaving this relationship is through death.”

You laugh softly, tears crowding your vision. “Is that a threat?”

“I think it’s a vow,” he murmurs, closer between you and pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “In sickness and in health, or whatever.”

Your hands run through his hair, pulling him closer, “How about let’s stay in bed and figure out the rest later?”

His hand catches the mattress, and his body presses against yours, forcing you onto your back as he covers you. And he kisses you again. And again. Until you’re out of breath. “I like the sound of that.”

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weneeya · 2 days ago

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soft kiss m.list | rules

pairing. haikyuu x reader

characters. oikawa, osamu, kageyama, kenma

note. apparently i'm not able to write with anything other than haikyuu, so here i am once again! i'm trying to write with different characters bc i love them all <3 don't hesitate to request!

⎯ Oikawa as sharing a kiss after a long time

It had been months since the great Oikawa Tooru had left for Argentina. You had pushed him to leave without a single thought ; it was too much of an opportunity for him to just say no because of you. Yes, you missed him like crazy, but you called each other anytime you could, fighting against the timezone.

Argentina was so far away, and Oikawa was so busy that you didn't have a single idea of when you would be able to see him again. You tried not to worry too much about this, knowing well that he would feel guilty for leaving like this.

You were with Iwaizumi, laying down on his couch while telling him how you felt about the distance with your boyfriend. After all, it was also his best friend, he was the best to help you right now. Your monologue was cut off by the bell of the door. You looked up to glance at Iwa who simply shrugged his shoulders.

“You should go open,” he told you, and you didn’t understand why he would ask you to open the door of his apartment after hearing someone ; but you did it anyway, standing up from the couch to go to the door. You opened it without expecting anything, until your eyes locked on a face you knew too well.

Your eyes widened and you didn’t even know what to say right now. You blinked a few times, trying to process when you heard his voice. “You didn’t miss me?” Tooru teased you, and the second after you were almost jumping on him. He caught you the second after, keeping his balance so none of you would fall.

You looked into his eyes, still not realizing that he was really here now. What made you realize it was when he leaned closer to capture your lips, his fingers tangling with your hair at the back of your head to keep you close. It felt surreal, because you haven’t felt him so close since what felt like an eternity.

You kissed him back like your whole life depended on it, your hands cupping his cheeks. It never felt so strong before, perhaps because you never spent so much time away from each other before.

What brought you both back on Earth was Iwaizumi clearing his throat behind you, arms crossed on his chest and a grin at the corner of his lips. “At least get inside,” he told you, and Tooru nodded, taking your hand in his to get in Iwa’s apartment. You had no idea for how long he would be here, but you planned on enjoying every moment until he left again.

⎯ Osamu as a forehead kiss to check your temperature

You had been feeling sick the whole day, but your boyfriend was sadly not here to take care of you. Osamu had a lot of work to do at the restaurant, and he left too early to even notice how bad you could feel. You decided not to say anything to him while he was gone ; he had enough stress with work, he didn’t need to be worrying about you on top of that.

When Osamu came home after his long day of work, he simply walked to the living room where he knew he would find you. Except that he didn’t expect you to be half asleep, but clearly feverish. You slowly looked up at him, and you quickly noticed the light frown on his face.

“What’s going on?” He asked you, crossing his arms as you slowly sat back up on the couch. You sighed a bit, before you explained that you spent the day here on the couch, not even able to go make yourself something to eat. It simply made his frown a bit harder on his already tired face. “Stay here, lay down and don’t move.”

Osamu left for the kitchen, after he made sure that you were really laying down on the couch while he was gone. He came back in the living room a moment later, with a plate in his hands, which he put on the table next to you. You sat back and he took a seat right next to you. “Eat what you can, but don’t force yourself.”

You took some time to eat a bit, before you turned around to be facing him. You were about to say something when you simply felt his lips brushing against your forehead. It caught you off guard, his hand resting at the back of your head. He moved away a few seconds later, a bit of worry in his eyes. “You got a really bad fever. Come here, let’s get you to bed.”

You were too flabbergasted to realize that he was already taking your hand to guide you to the bedroom. You didn’t know what you did to deserve such a sweet man, but you knew he would take care of you for as long as you would need it.

⎯ Kageyama as kissing your knuckles to ease your anxiety

Exams were slowly but surely approaching, and as always, it made you a nervous wreck. You weren’t bad at school, never really having catastrophic grades ; and yet, it made your anxiety rise like crazy. You were overworking yourself, spending hours on studying to be sure that you would pass.

It made Kageyama worry a lot. He was bad at showing it, but he really hated those times because you were staying inside the whole day, not even caring a little about your own health. He knocked at the door of your dorm room, and the light sound he heard from the other side gave him the permission to get inside.

His eyes met your figure sitting in front of your desk, not even looking up at him when he walked closer to you. He sat on your bed, next to where you were, waiting in silence until you would finally look up from your books.

“Did you need something?” You asked without looking at him, and it made him frown slightly. He stood up, marking your page before closing the book in front of you. Suddenly, you looked up at him, about to say something, when you realized what was going on. You sighed slowly, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry, I just…”

“I know,” he told you softly, falling on his knees in front of you. He gently grabbed your hands in his, looking up at you. He was bad with words, he knew it ; and he wasn’t really good with showing it either ; but for you, he always tried his best.

He raised your hand closer to his face, and his lips kissed your knuckles without saying anything more. You stayed silent too, tilting your head to the side while looking at him. No words were needed, you simply closed your eyes and breathed slowly. He always said he was bad at showing you affection, but you couldn’t ask for better.

⎯ Kenma as kissing your nose to watch you blush

Your boyfriend had never been a huge fan of PDA. In fact, he wasn’t a huge fan of physical affection in general. But if there was one thing that he loved way more than he disliked PDA, it was teasing you in front of everyone. It was his little guilty pleasure, he couldn’t lie about it.

Kenma was currently streaming, and you were doing your own things in the rest of the house. His viewers knew you well. Even if he wanted to keep your relationship a secret at first, people began to notice things and, eventually, he had to properly introduce you to them. It was safe to say that he never missed a chance to embarrass you in front of his whole chat since that.

He was just chatting with the viewers, when he heard some noise from outside, which made an idea cross his mind. A light grin on his face, Kenma called out for you. It didn’t take you long to join him, opening the door and raising an eyebrow.

“Come here, please,” he asked you to walk closer, which you did without understanding what was happening. He gestured to you to lean over him, and when you did, he quickly left a kiss on the tip of your nose. It was fast, but it was enough to make your face burn all of a sudden.

You stuttered a few words which didn’t make any sense, and all he did was to grin at you. You hated how proud he looked right now. You pushed his shoulder, moving away from the camera angle, and it made him chuckle. Teasing you really was his guilty pleasure.

thank you!!

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amourquinn · 24 hours ago

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𝐋𝐃𝐑 ; quinn hughes ( drabble ) 𝟏𝟖+

pairing : boyfriend!quinn x fem!reader wc. 622

genre : fluff, smut long distance relationship warnings : phone sex, cuss words

summary : separated by distance, you and quinn share an intimate charged phone call, expressing your longing for each other

「 author’s note 」 this is my first time writing smut im in heat Help

you lay in bed, the soft sheets cool against your heated skin, the glow of your phone screen illuminating your face in the dim light of your bedroom. quinn was propped against his headboard, shirtless, his hair tousled from his restless hands running through it. his eyes were dark, his expression unreadable as he watched you.

“i can’t stop thinking about you,” quinn murmured, his voice rough, thick with something you knew all too well.

you swallowed, shifting against the pillows. “yeah?”

he nodded. “every night. i hate sleeping without you.”

your lips parted, your pulse quickening. “me too, baby.”

quinn exhaled sharply, his gaze dragging over the screen, taking you in. the strap of your satin camisole had slipped off your shoulder, exposing the smooth curve of your collarbone. your hair was a little messy from tossing and turning, your lips slightly swollen from biting them.

“you look so fucking good right now,” he muttered, his voice lower now. “wish i could touch you.”

you let out a soft breath, warmth curling in your stomach. “tell me how you’d touch me.”

quinn’s jaw clenched, his eyes flickering with heat. “you sure, sweetness?”

you nodded, fingers grazing your stomach, teasing yourself with the anticipation of what was to come. “yeah.”

quinn let out a slow exhale. “i’d start by kissing you, real slow,” he murmured. “dragging my lips down your neck, sucking just enough to make you whimper for me.”

you swallowed hard, your thighs pressing together. “you know i would.”

he smirked, his voice dropping lower. “then i’d take my time undressing you. i’d lay you down and run my hands all over that pretty body of yours, make you shiver.”

a soft whimper escaped your lips, and quinn groaned in response.

“are you touching yourself, baby?” he asked, his voice thick.

you bit your lip, letting your fingers dip beneath the covers. “mhm.”

quinn let out a low, needy sound. “fuck. let me see you.”

you hesitated for half a second before tilting the phone slightly, just enough for him to see the way your fingers traced slow, teasing patterns over your skin. quinn’s breath hitched, his grip on the phone tightening.

“y/n…” his voice was strained.

“show me, too,” you whispered.

quinn adjusted his phone just enough for you to catch a glimpse of the way his hand moved over his stomach, lower, his muscles tensing beneath his touch.

the tension crackled between you, your breaths coming heavier, softer moans spilling into the quiet night as you guided each other through the distance. quinn’s voice was raw, rough, laced with need as he whispered exactly what he would be doing if he were there, how good he’d make you feel.

your pleasure built with every word, every sound he made, until the heat inside you became unbearable. “quinn,” you whimpered, teetering on the edge.

“let go, sweetness,” he murmured. “come for me.”

your body arched, waves of pleasure crashing over you, and you barely registered quinn groaning your name as he followed right after.

the only sound left between you was your uneven breathing.

after a moment, quinn chuckled, running a hand through his damp curls. “i think i need a flight first thing in the morning.”

you let out a breathless laugh. “you say that every time.”

“yeah, well,” he smirked, “one of these times, i’m not gonna be joking.”

you smiled, eyes heavy with exhaustion but heart full. “i hope not.”

quinn’s expression softened, his voice turning gentle. “go to sleep, baby. i’ll stay on the phone.”

“promise?” you murmured, already drifting.

“always, sweetness.”

and with that, you fell asleep to the sound of quinn’s breathing, feeling closer to him than ever.

#[ 📁 ] drabble #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes smut #quinn hughes fluff #nhl hockey #vancouver canucks

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meo-eiru · 2 days ago

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(TW self harm)

Elias with you as an influencer darling that is just as attention starved as he is, but you look for it though online validation. I feel like it would work at first, cutesy couple Tiktoks and matching outfits. Everyone is envious of your perfect relationship - what you show them, anyway. Couple workouts! You make all these instagrammable protein shakes and you're constantly snapping posed, suggestive 'candid' thirst traps of Elias in your picture perfect apartment. It's a little selfish, yes, since he pouts and sulks every time you have to cajole him into doing it. But why not indulge in the benefits of having a pretty bf? Your follower count is exploding, after all, and you start to get brand deals. Elias smiles thinly when you show him, but it doesn't meet his eyes. You don't see how his fists tighten the moment you turn, tapping away on your phone.

The cracks don't take long to show. The followers don't see the screaming matches over men commenting on your posts. Elias snatching your phone from you, tears rolling down his cheeks as he silently deletes the hours of footage you had been editing just moments before. The ultimatums. The way he 'accidentally' tosses your phone in the washing machine when you refuse to close your accounts. He has to get creative - he already tried hacking into your accounts, but you changed the passwords, and his screaming and crying only made you withdrawn and irritated. The coupley posts are less frequent. You make more solo posts. A shine has been lost, and your followers complain, spamming that they want more content of your hot bf. You swallow down the resentment and resign yourself to begging him to just take one shot, Elias, oh my God - can't you just do this one thing? And the hysterics that follow that little spat, too.

Maybe he would try to ruin your reputation. Post unflattering photos, or write unhinged posts attacking mutual influencers with all the venom and cruelty his shrivelled little heart can muster. Everything with a touch of truth, of course. He had been paying attention when you vented to him. Your brows furrow in the morning when you see the flood of notifications, then you go pale and cover your mouth with your hands. And he's just there beside you, silently nudging into you, his eyes gleaming as you drop your phone with shaking hands at the aftermath.

And when you've finally had enough, voice hoarse from screaming and mascara running down both your cheeks, you head straight to your bedroom and start packing a bag in a cold fury. The way he follows you, his soft footsteps in contrast to his heaving sobs. He stands in the doorway and you don't notice the knife dangling in his hands. You're staring at his arm, the blood pouring from the dark gash staining his skin, hearing his shrill accusations pierce the room. "It's your fault! You choose them over us!"

The lurch in your stomach as you drop everything, panic flaring, and see if he needs the hospital. The warm blood smeared on your skin as you wrench the knife from his limp hands and toss it to the floor with a clatter. The way his teary eyes are still focused on you, lips trembling. He's holding your face firmly, his manicured nails digging into your cheeks to stop you from looking away - and in astonishment, you see it. The hint of a curve on his lips, because you're looking at him again. It's so appalling you can't even articulate it, but things will get much worse.

You withdraw from everyone as his demands grow. Your accounts are quiet, and that gnawing unease inside you starts up again, but Elias can't satisfy it. He begins to understand that, and he becomes more paranoid. More obsessive. Demanding more and more and more.

God he's so toxic but it's so delicious.

Anons at it again dropping fully written masterpieces like it's nothing in my inbox and going about their day like they didn't just change my life

This is so deliciously toxic I love it!!! They are horrible for each other and I can already feel how steamy the hate sex will be (well one sided hate)

What a horrible situation to be in; Elias, someone who's whole thing is desperately trying to make his darling look at him, and his darling who only views him as a prop for her social media career

They are not good for each other and the longer they stay together it'll only get worse but unfortunately there's no safe way to leave this relationship without someone losing their life

#asks #elias #yandere pretty boyfriend #fanfic #yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere #male yandere

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aesthetixhoe · 2 days ago

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warnings: none! ill make more with nsfw things later !

CURRENTLY THINKING ABOUT my chuckle sandwich head cannons

ted:

loves being called teddy and theo but no one else calls him it :(

loves when you steal his clothes and pretends to not know where they went

forehead kisser

olive theory (or pickles, tomatoes, onion, whatever you like and he pretends not to do you can have extra)

“sweetheart”

“honey”

hugs from behind with head kisses

where he towers over you

the party was…fine. following the streamy awards, the venue being filled with content creators… which you were not. ted went to go get drinks, leaving you alone. a fish out of water. after some time standing alone awkwardly, you pull your phone out briefly to check the time and your notifications. as you’re clearing them you feel two arms come around your middle.

you momentarily flinch, caught off guard, but as soon as you feel a kiss pressed to the top of your head you relax. you turn, looking up and finding ted, craning your neck to meet his eyes.

“scare ya, hon?” he chuckles, feeling you turn around in his arms.

“just a little.” you giggle, taking the glass from his hand. “was fine when you kissed me though…” you smile slyly up at him.

“oh yeah?” he raises an eyebrow, following along with your train of thought. “how ‘bout i give you another hmm?” you beam up at him, nodding. he leans down empty hand pulling you closer by your waist, pressing his lips to yours. you smile against his mouth,exhaling softly through your nose. when you pull back and meet his eyes they’re practically shining down at you with adoration. “love showing you off, sweetheart.”

love language is touch

also words of affirmation

he says “i love you” probably 3 times an hour

loves date nights

takes candid pictures of you often (how can he not, you’re so pretty)

charlie:

when cuddling he holds your stomach so he can feel when you laugh

loves cooking for you

he often wakes up before you so he’ll make breakfast for you to wake up to

loves teaching you how to play dnd (or a different game if you already know dnd)

rock gifter

so many inside jokes

“babe”

kiss monster

“c’mere.” he says as soon as you walk into the living room with your dinner.

“char, i need to eat…” you say, sitting down beside him on the couch.

“just a second, promise.” he smiles over at you. you give him a quick peck on the lips. bad choice. he smiles evilly before you get pushed back in the couch, charlie on top of you stopping you from getting out of his grasp. he has your hands above your head, his lips kissing you wherever he can reach. your neck, your chest, he moves up to your face attacking you with his quick kisses.

you can’t conceal the giggles falling out of your mouth with his cuteness aggression. “char!” you laugh out, but to no avail. he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. he finally pulls back after covering every inch of you with his kisses. “you’re relentless!” you sigh out, getting your hands back and wrapping your arms around his neck. you pull him down to touch your lips to his, a slow, gentle kiss this time. you feel each other smiling against each others mouths.

“i have to reheat my food now!” you groan out, a soft laugh following.

will burry his head in your neck

love language is physically touch or acts of service

schlatt:

loves when you wear his clothes

quickest way to his heart is his cats

isn’t big on pda

but he will have a hand on your back guiding or holds pinkies with you to not lose you

he actually does use toots

but he also uses angel

puts his hands on your waist when standing behind you. which he often does

very introverted and doesn’t go out much

love language is quality time

every other one he brushes off by saying “it’s not big deal” or “it’s nothin’ special”

“oh hey, i got you somethin’. i left in on the counter for ya.” he says simply, walking into the living room. you get up, confused. no anniversary, no birthday… did he get you food?

you get to the counter and sitting in the middle is a long rectangular box. you furrow your brows and open it, revealing a tiffany & co necklace you saw online and really wanted. it just wasn’t in your budget for this month.

“jay… no way you bought this for me.” you half scoff in disbelief walking back into the living room.

“eh, it was nothin’. i saw you eyeing’ it on your phone couple of weeks ago. figured why not?” he says looking up at you, a slight smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. you jump into his lap, tackling him in a hug.

lowkey a sugar daddy…

sings softly around the house and gets flustered when you hear

drive by ruffles your hair

is actually a big cuddler. loves having his head laid on some part of you

#ted nivision x reader #ted nivison #charlie slimecicle x reader #slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sammy #chuckle sandwich x reader #hoe speaks

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sweetiechenle · 21 hours ago

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sleepyhead ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁.ᐟ mark

pairing: non-idol!collegestudent!mark x afab!collegestudent!reader

summary: your friend and classmate mark helps you out in class after accidentally sleeping in, but the hint of a scribble in the notes he lends you threatens to rewrite your relationship.

w.c: 7.2k

warnings: mdni 18+, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, it's all fluff with a dash of light angst, reader is oblivious to marks advances, but he's kinda dumb too, idiots in love, mutual pining, kissing, confessions, soft smut, love making literally, oral (f receiving), porn with plot, unprotected sex (dont do this), praising, pet names, soft!dom!top!mark (god i need him), crack/humor, lots of time skips im so sorry, if i forgot anything oh well lmk, i used this idea for a different fandom YEARS AGO, i am too embarrassed to admit what fandom but if you find it and think i'm stealing i am not. promise. reblogs and feedback appreciated ♡ fiction ≠ reality

you yawned big and loud, trying not to give yourself away too much, you kept your limbs from reaching outward. mark, your seatmate, and kind of friend?, gave you an inquisitive look. as if to ask if you were okay. truth be told, it was all rock bottom. papers upon papers, presentations, reading, and a lab took up all of your time this semester. you met Mark at the beginning of the year in your ‘major writings of the european tradition I’. you sat near the front because of your bad vision and the brown haired boy came next to you saying the famous ‘is this seat taken?’ line to which you said no. this left him to plop down in the said seat he pointed at. you studied him hard, clad in a semi-tight shirt and worn jeans, his white tube socks poking out once he sat down. it was hard not to notice the dirty and distressed black converse, probably wearing them every day since he could fit in them. he had a boyish grin when he turned to you and asked about how your day was going, you blushed noticing how handsome he actually is. his bright eyes shown under the fluorescent light as he now asked you about the book you were reading. ‘the picture of dorian gray’ sat atop all of your other books from various classes. it was apparently his favorite book too. his lips curled into the brightest smile, excitingly talking about his other favorite books and authors. it was endearingly cute.

you both shared socials in order to stay in touch in case either of you had questions about the class. you two would talk occasionally, keeping a calm distance. sharing literary memes on instagram, sending book recommendations on tiktok, or texting each other late at night when one couldn’t sleep. you would periodically meet up with him to study, or whenever you were too tired to read whatever was assigned in class, mark would read it for you out loud in the comfort of his apartment. it was easy to consider him a friend. at the end of the semester you told him you signed up for major writings of the european tradition II. he pumped his fist in the air earning small giggles from you due to his overreaction. telling you how happy he was that you’d be in the same class again. that’s where you are now, with mark still sitting next to you, listening to the same boring more advanced lecture. you loved literature and being an english major, but sometimes you don't know how many more reading and analysis’ you can take of the odyssey.

glancing at the clock you sighed, an hour left of class. pain was all you knew at this moment, you underslept last night, working on an essay for a speech writing class, trying to get it all down perfectly in order to impress your professor. you didn’t realize it was well past three in the morning when you finally had finished, all you wanted to do right now was go back to your apartment and nap until your next class in four hours. you drowned out the professor and whatever was being said about odysseus and what he got himself into this time. placing your chin on your closed fist, your vision drifting in and out of blurriness, and before you knew it you fell asleep. you gasped when mark nudged you awaken eyes going wide in surprise making him laugh a little bit.

‘dude, you fell asleep, class is over y/n’ mark said once you looked over at him, still in his seat next to you, almost everyone had already left.

you sighed running your fingers through your already messy hair, ‘ugh, i’m sorry, i didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.’

mark laughed, ‘oh, i can tell’

you scowled at him, earning another laugh from the taller man as you both stood up. at least it was friday, and you’d have the whole weekend to catch up on homework, and sleep. ‘want to go get coffee since you’re such a sleepyhead? need to keep you awake somehow’ mark asked, scratching the back of his neck, nervously rocking back and forth. you smiled at how red his ears were, waiting for your response. when you first met, he would occasionally get nervous around you, to which you never knew why, never thinking of yourself as anything special. but you noticed he got anxious around almost everyone after first meeting people. much like yourself, after a while mark started to get more comfortable with you, becoming more confident, and increasingly charming, however he could never hide the facade he tried to put on when asking to hang out outside of class. he would suddenly become a meek and shy, not the confident, outspoken boy you saw almost every day.

‘yes, that would be perfect’ you answered, ‘caffeine is much needed right now’ mark smiled and led you to the open door of the classroom, motioning you to go through first. it was pretty pathetic when butterflies erupted in your stomach, standards weren’t high for you, obviously, the smallest gesture from mark made you turn to putty. you didn’t have a lot of relationship experience, most of the time boys would lead you on, only to tell you they were never ready for anything. only a few longer relationships would end up in flames, men too toxic for you to continue on any longer. every time, earning a vow from you that you would never talk to another boy ever again. you could tell mark was different from anyone you had ever met, he was genuinely sweet and always helped whenever he could, profusely apologizing when he was too busy to come and help you study. you’ve always liked mark more than you should, it was really hard not to, anytime you ever talked about mark to anyone else, only nice things were discussed. you would never admit to harbored feelings for him, he was lovely to everyone, how could you be any different?

after a while, he started walking in front of you to the coffee shop on campus, stealing glancing at you just to make sure you were still following him, making your heart ache so hard the caffeine you were about to consume would probably kill you. entering the coffee shop turned your tired state into total bliss, a welcome and much needed break. ‘oh! there’s johnny, let’s go sit with him’ mark exclaimed, grabbing your hand and pulling you near the table in the back. before you knew it, a tall man with raven black hair was standing up and greeting you and mark. he was older than you and mark, a senior that your friend had met during his freshman year of college. you had met johnny before, a handful of times, and for brief moments. mark would always talk about his other friends with you. he’d tell you that ‘you just have to meet them’, but whenever the time would come it would be short meetings, a hi and bye.

mark brought out your chair and gestured for you to sit down, saying that he would go order you both coffees, leaving you with johnny. he turned to you and smiled, to which you returned, trying to register what mark had just done for you. god you really need to get higher standards, hard albeit mark being your standard. johnny asked you about school and how you are doing with all of it, you asked him similar questions, watching mark disappear in the line for coffee. you didn’t notice johnny calling your name over and over, only when he had gotten up close and personal in order to get your attention. you jumped slightly after the fifth ‘y/n!’

you quickly looked over at him, calming him down, ‘jesus y/n, where did you go? staring at mark? i know he’s pretty but-’

you cut him off, ‘would you keep your voice down!? i wasn’t staring at mark, i was just thinking…’ it was hard to keep the blush from creeping up and having it wash over you like a tsunami.

johnny gave you a knowing look, ‘... thinking about mark’

you glared at him, ‘can we stop talking about mark, please’ desperate to leave this conversation behind, but speak of the devil and he shall appear.

‘why are we talking about mark?’ you and johnny whipped your heads up in surprise, mark standing there with a grin on his handsome, stupid face. holding two coffee cups in each hand, asking in the third person as to why you were both discussing him while he was away.

‘n-nothing, we were just talking about our english class’ you explained quickly trying to save yourself from embarrassment.

johnny just nodded while mark, handed you your coffee and sat down, joining you both at the table in extreme awkward silence. mark broke the ice, ‘y/n fell asleep in class today’ he smirked and looked your way, catching your reaction of groaning and hiding behind your small coffee cup as you took little sips.

johnny laughed along with mark, wishing that the ground would open you up and swallow you whole, ‘it was so funny, the professor didn’t even notice!’ the older boy laughed along with his friend at your plight to fall asleep so easily in class. ‘you even snored a little bit, oh my god, it was so cute!’ he squealed. CUTE!? your eyes went wide, ignoring the embarrassing part about snoring in class. mark called you cute. johnny turned to give you that knowing look again, this caffeine was definitely going to give you a heart attack. this was going to be a long weekend.

monday morning rolled around, the weekend was spent writing papers, reading epic poetry, and sleeping. and also the occasional mental breakdown when you recall that mark called you cute. sunshine hit your face, and that’s when you figured you couldn’t stay in bed any longer. you rubbed your eyes hard and stretched your body out in bed, dreading the fact that you’ll have to get yourself up and ready to learn about some new epic now that the lesson over the odyssey was over. you grabbed your phone from the nightstand, your bones practically jumping out of your body when you realized you had only an hour left of class. you had overslept and missed the first hour of class, fuck. you hurried to get ready, not giving any mind to your appearance, jeans, and a hoodie would do. you texted mark ‘i overslept ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡), just woke up, i’ll be there soon. my chair still open?’ closing the door to your apartment, you marched out into the warm weather, mentally preparing yourself for the embarrassment you were about to face once you walked into class late. eyes peeled to your phone, the delivered immediately turned into read, mark texted back ‘always, sleepyhead’ you rolled your eyes, too much in a rush to get flustered by the nickname this time, shoving the phone in your pocket you continued walking to the humanities building.

you slipped in through the door in the back, making sure it wouldn’t slam shut, praying to any god who would listen to not get called out. thankfully, your prayers were answered, no one said a thing for the rest of class, only mark who gave you a smile once you sat down. you were lost the entire rest of class, the professor going into depth about the cantos and then switching very rapidly to beowulf then to dante’s inferno. maybe you should’ve stayed home. once class ended, mark started putting everything in his backpack, grabbing his wrist to stop him, he turned towards you with his eyebrows up in question and surprise.

‘can i borrow your notes mark? please? i literally had no idea what was going on since i was late’ you were practically begging at this point, but before you could grow any more desperate, mark chuckled and handed you his notebook for this class that continued to lay on the table.

‘i guess you beat me to it, why do you think i left my notebook out?’ mark smiled and handed you the red, worn out notebook. you let out a thankful sigh, some weight lifting off your shoulders, your standards were fucked by now.

‘thank you so much mark, i really owe you one, i’ll have it back to you by tomorrow.’ you reassured, giving him a genuine, thankful smile.

later that evening, back at your apartment, you took mark’s notebook out from your backpack. you had finished all the work for the classes you did attend today and now it was time to move on to the bane of your existence. opening up his notebook to find the most recent entry, your eyes finally landed on notes about dante’s inferno and whatever gibberish the professor was spewing when you showed up. reading about the layers of hell and how it has to do with the other epic’s was further explained by mark in his notes. flipping the page, your eyes caught something in the corner. taking a closer look, you sat up from the couch and moved towards the light. you gasped upon seeing what was written, erased, and written and erased again over the left side of the page. poorly drawn hearts with the words ‘sleepyhead’ written inside littered the far left corner of mark’s notes. this surely wasn’t about you… could it? you singled out the piece of paper, moving it into the light in order to see through it, double-checking your suspicions. and sure enough, there they were clear as day. it looked as though mark drew them on the paper and had tried his hardest to erase them, yet still somewhat visible, you didn’t have four eyes for nothing after all. ‘fuck’ you cursed out, staring at the faded drawing and words. this was your own personal inferno.

the next day was like no other, barely any sleep and when you woke on time you contemplated not going at all. however, you promised you’d bring mark his cursed notebook back. the very notebook that had been plaguing your mind since you discovered its hidden contents last night. that's what kept you up so late, you couldn’t simply forget about it and let it go. you debated asking him about it, but if it had nothing to do with you, then you’d probably have to change your name, face, and leave the country all together. but after all how many people did he call ‘sleepyhead’… probably 5, max. you had to investigate, test the waters and see what this was truly all about. you had to come up with a plan.

you got up and started walking around your room, getting ready, you put a lot more effort into your outfit, jean shorts and a cute baby t-shirt you think would catch any person’s attention. walking to class, it was brisk, the wind nipping at your arms and legs. you shuddered, bringing your hands up and down in order to try to redistribute your warmth. you finally got to class and the nervousness had taken over your system, totally forgetting about the cold and now terrified to face your friend. your body shook, shuffling to your seat, seeing mark on his phone waiting for class to start. you let out a tense breath, trying to settle your uneasy heart and stomach. you pulled out the chair, startling the boy next to you, his soft hair jumping slightly and moving away from his face, his eyes shining up at you. his mouth curls into a smile, going from ear to ear, it was infectious, you gave him a small smile back despite your stomach churning in the worst way possible.

‘you finally decided to come to class on time’ he joked, poking your shoulder lightly.

you playfully rolled your eyes at him, getting everything out for class ‘i barely even slept last night, i closed my eyes, and then boom my alarm was going off…’

mark’s smile faltered and eventually dropped upon hearing your confession of getting little sleep. ‘by the way,’ you grabbed the wretched notebook from your bag, handing it to mark, ‘here’s your notebook back, the notes really helped, thank you’

mark took it from your hand, ‘it’s no problem, if you need any more you can always ask’

you smiled, and turned towards the front of the class as soon as the professor walked in. putting any thoughts of mark in the back of your mind and bringing forth your plan. every once in a while you could arrive late, it's not like you’d be penalized for missing class, your professor never took notice. it would just be on you if you never showed up and somehow failed the semester. but with marks help, there was no way you could fall that far behind.

over the next couple of days, you and mark would hang out sporadically, studying together or watching movies. after a couple of days, you finally decided it would be time to try and be late to class again. to be fair, you had an essay to start that was due in two days, so staying up and working on it and accidentally sleeping in would be the perfect excuse. silently hoping this wasn’t going to come back and bite you in the ass.

flash forward to the next day: it did. you woke up with only 30 minutes left of class, less than what you originally wanted. thankfully, you did finish the cursed essay at four in the morning, you woke up to your alarm blaring, not even realizing how many times you snoozed it. grabbing your phone from the night stand you stretched and got up, getting changed for class and heading out.

opening up your messages you internally groaned, seeing about five messages from mark reading:

‘dude, where are you??’

‘no way you overslept again( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭’

‘don’t worry sleepyhead, i’m taking notes for you’

‘also, the professor mentioned a project and let us pick partners’

‘i told her you were my partner .. if that’s okay •⩊•’

you squealed into your hoodie sleeve, trying to keep a hold on yourself, but this was too much, the cute aggression getting to you so bad you punched the air. after getting some weird looks you hurried to class, slipping through the big double doors you immediately spotted the brown haired boy, silently cheering that no one was sitting with him you moved towards him and your seat. once you made yourself known to his presence, he gave you a small smile that made your heart crescendo, brought on by the growing feeling of love coming to a climax.

‘hey’ he whispered beside you, keeping his eyes on the professor who continued to lecture.

‘hey’ you answered back.

‘late again?’ he tsked, shaking his head slightly, ‘what am i gonna do with you?’

your hand covered your mouth, trying to hold back a giggle, ‘i stayed up later than i should’ve last night, i had an essay to finish’

‘oh, of course,’ he slide his notebook to you, ‘i got some notes for you about today’s lecture and about the project. we should plan on when to meet up to work on it… the professor has been ranting about plato for the last hour, so you haven’t missed much’

you nodded and grabbed his notebook and slid it into your backpack, trying not to show much nervousness over such a simple gesture. once class ended mark turned to you.

‘i have to meet with johnny, so i’ll catch you later’ you nodded and he smiled, his lopsided lips curling up complimented his boyish charm, making your insides twist and turn. ‘i’ll text you later about the project’

he moved to grab his backpack from the floor, without thinking you grabbed his shoulder softly, he whipped his head around, eyes now wide from the sudden touch, backpack forgotten. ‘uh-h, ha-ave a good day mark’ you said, giving him an innocent smile. his features immediately softened, that tender smile coming back on his lips.

you let go, watching him stand up from his seat, now staring up at his gorgeous face, ‘you too, pillow poet’

the new nickname felt like whiplash, like a 20 car pile up in your heart, every emotion crashing into each other, hard to make it out alive. glued to your seat, you stared at nothing now, the ghost of where mark once stood. you didn’t move until your professor knocked on your desk, promptly telling you to get the hell out.

later that night you had to build up the courage to actually open up mark’s notebook this time, his texts blowing up your phone going left unanswered. your roommate, yeri, had came back from class and asked why the hell you were staring at a closed notebook on the coffee table in the shared living room.

you sighed, ‘its complicated’

she dropped her bag and deadpanned, lips formed into a straight line as she rolled her eyes, ‘its a notebook’

you dropped your head into your hands, admitting defeat, ‘it’s not about the notebook,’ you sighed dramatically, pouting, ‘it’s about what’s inside…’

yeri gave you another eye roll and moved towards you, grabbing the notebook from the coffee table, she opened it and started flipping through the different pages, you looked up after hearing the rustling of pages, ‘it’s just notes!’ she cried.

you groaned and stood up, now facing her. you grabbed the notebook out of her hands, you found the most recent section of notes and scanned the pages, chest beating profusely. you stopped once you finally found what your heart was searching for, half erased hearts with various words inside, you took the page closer to the light on the ceiling.

‘sleepyhead’ ‘cutie’ ‘bedbug’ okay, not that cute, but the sentiment was still present.

yeri, now questioning if you really had lost it or not, grew concerned. ‘what is it?’ she moved closer to you, trying to decipher what it was you were so intently looking at. you grabbed her by the arm and brought her closer to you, nodding up to where you were holding the paper in the light, ‘look’.

‘y/n, what the hell am i looking at? stop being weird, it’s freaking me out’ she pouted and took a closer look.

‘mark…’ you trailed off, ‘i found them last week, i asked to borrow his notes because i was late to class, and he drew all these things and looked like he tried to erase them… i don’t know, oh my god, i sound crazy’ you handed the notebook to her and went to sit on the couch again and grovel.

yeri stood near the light, doing the same thing you were and tried to find what you were talking about, ‘oh’ she said, lowering the notebook and moving over to you, ‘do you think these are about you?’

‘i don’t know, if they were don’t you think he would be trying to hide it better? but how many people does he know that are late to class and oversleep!?’ you cried.

yeri’s eyebrows crease in deep thought, then it hits her, ‘maybe… he wanted you to find them’

‘why couldn’t he just tell me all of this himself?’ you questioned, second-guessing everything.

‘i’ve only met mark a handful of times and let me tell you,’ she placed her hand on your shoulder, ‘he is the most awkward person, ever, this could just be his way of flirting’

you didn’t say anything and continued to stare at your roommate, still standing with mark’s notebook. ‘you should talk to him about it’ she said, you stood up abruptly, eyes going wide.

‘no way dude, i can’t’ you tried justifying yourself but yeri cut you off.

‘ugh’ she groaned, ‘i forgot you are almost as awkward as he is, you like him though, don’t you?’ you gave her a little nod, embarrassed by the sudden interrogation. ‘next time you see him, just ask him about it, the worst thing he can do is say no and you both move on with your life, just a little misunderstanding’

you sighed and nodded again, agreeing to ask him about it so yeri would get off your back. you grabbed your phone, knowing mark had texted you earlier you finally decided to bite the bullet and answer him. four messages from mark went unread:

‘y/n, will you be free tomorrow to work on the project?’

‘y/nnn where did you go, i know you are awake’

‘or are you? smh, damn sleepyhead’ your mind screamed ‘AGAIN WITH THE NICKNAMES’

‘u better not be late tomorrow, i can only take so much european writing without you ( •̀ - •́ )’

you wrote and deleted your message to him about ten times before settling on a basic:

‘sorry mark! i (surprisingly) did not fall asleep, just talking with my roommate, i should be free tomorrow to start the project („• ֊ •„)’

three text bubbles popped up and he immediately texted back

‘gr8, c u tomorrow, get some rest’

the next day was an off day from classes, you and mark had discussed meeting somewhere in the library. but that would hinder you from asking him about his little drawings so you told him to come to your apartment, perfect knowing yeri would not be there. yet, it was as imperfect as perfect could get, the setting would be right, but your thoughts were all over the place. not planning out how this could go, most, if not all of your ‘plans’ were half-assed. you’d just have to wing it this one time.

mark showed up when he said he would, which was exactly a mark thing to do, you were just unprepared. stressing out as the minutes counted down, you opened the door and let him inside, he smiled and walked towards the couch, placing his things on the coffee table. ‘shall we get started?’ mark said, motioning for you to sit down next to him.

‘so, the project is over any story of our choosing, did you have one in mind?’ he asked, turning towards you on the couch. fuck, he was so close, you could feel his hot breath on your cheek, it smelled like mint and coffee.

‘oh yeah, i thought we could do icarus’ you answered, hoping he would agree, the story just hitting a little too close to home right now. in a sense, mark was your sun, and you were icarus, flying a bit too close every time you were near him. getting burned with reaching to conclusions that he actually liked you, getting your hopes up that he felt the same way, hoping to not fall to your death and lose him as a friend if this all was just a misunderstanding.

‘that's a great idea! i think we should be able to get through this project quickly with all the information we can get on the story’ he beamed, and you smiled back, slightly faltering from the nervousness running through your body.

‘are you okay? you seem out of it…’ he asked, more so concerned with you than the project.

you sighed, terrible at keeping your emotions from coming out, mark took notice to your anxious behavior. it was now or never. ‘mark’ you said his name like you both were already in a relationship and about to give him the ‘we need to break up talk’, you could tell he felt the exact same when he started fidgeting beside you. ‘can i ask you about something?’

‘of course, anything’ he answered, voice wavering in concern. you knew he was staring but you couldn’t even bring yourself to look anywhere in his direction, fearing that if you did, you would chicken out. you mentally screamed at yourself to stop and not do anything to jeopardize your friendship with mark. you had to remind yourself ‘the worst he could do is say no’.

‘oh, by the way, i forgot to ask, do you have my notebook?’ you could tell mark was trying to ease the tension, but because of the mention of that damn notebook, it only made it worse.

‘yeah about that…’ you started, having no idea how to ask about this, ‘i uh, wanted to ask you about something i saw in your notebook…’

mark, tilted his head to the side in confusion, ‘like some of the notes i left? i tried to be as thorough as i could…’

you picked at the skin on your fingers, ripping away the flesh in order to try and calm yourself down, ‘erm, no, something else i saw… some, um, drawings…’ you wished for nothing but this couch to swallow you whole and never spit you back out. you couldn’t tell what mark’s reaction was since you refused to look at him, but the silence gave you more answers than what you initially asked.

you peeked to the side, mark now had his head in his hands, rubbing his temple, cheeks dusted pink, you knew you caught him in something. ‘dude… this is so embarrassing’ he laughed. you didn’t say anything in response, just wanting him to continue explaining himself. ‘i thought i erased those, oh my god. how much did you see?’ he asked.

‘i think almost all of them…’ you rubbed the back of your neck, picking at the hair back there.

‘oh’ he said, his mouth turning into a perfect o. ‘that was not the way i wanted to tell you’ mark stated, still acting shy next to you. if you weren’t on the verge of a panic attack, it would’ve been endearing.

‘tell me what?’ you whispered, turning away from him so he wouldn’t notice the pink dusting over your cheeks.

mark stared at you, now sitting up and his shoulders straight, ‘that um, that i like you’ he said, ‘i don’t know i got bored in class and doodled in my notes, after i realized how stupid and cheesy it felt i erased them and tried to forget… guess i didn’t erase them hard enough’ he smiled at the memories of it all. ‘i wanted to tell you, but i didn’t know how to go about it, i’m not good at things like this, i don’t know, confessing i guess… i wasn’t sure if you felt the same, so that’s why every time i tried to tell you i liked you, my plans always fell through’

mark grabbed your shoulders and lightly forced you to face him, taken back by surprise your ears grew hot, now staring into his eyes he smiled, ‘but you’re here now and asking about my lovesick doodles, and i want to tell you… that i like you… i like you so much y/n, studying with you and being with you in class and outside of class, you are cute, funny, caring, and you work so hard for your classes i wish i had the will to stay up at ungodly hours to finish any of my essays, we like the same books and we talk about the nerdiest stuff no one else would… i think you’re perfect’. he stopped, his eyes looking into yours trying to search for any reaction, he looked desperate. ‘sorry, i, uh, got a little carried away there’ he cheeks bloomed into a deep red.

‘mark’ you felt wetness pool at the base of your eyes and roll down your cheeks, not even realizing you were crying mark reached out and whipped the tears away with his thumb. ‘i really like you too… that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me i-’ he cut you off, throwing himself onto you in a huge bear hug, making your back crash into the couch due to the weight now on you.

he got up, now hovering over you, he stared deeply into your eyes, ‘y/n… i want us to be a couple or something? whatever you are comfortable with, i want to be able to read you any stupid 100 year old story any time you’ll let me’

your eyes softened, gazing into his it was like a thousand stars shining in the night sky, you could see and feel every emotion he was talking about. pure love. there was no doubt, no sun to scorch your waxed wings, withstanding fear and questioning. with him you could now fly as far as he would take you.

‘oh mark’ you said breathlessly, throwing your arms around his neck, yanking him down so his lips could meet yours. it took a second for him to realize what was happening, but soon enough he was moving his lips in synch with yours. his hand still placed next to your head, holding himself up, as his other one moved to your face to lightly caress your cheek. after a minute or two, you could barely breathe, so you broke the kiss in order to regulate your breathing. you look up at mark, who continued to stare at your lips, ‘mark, you’re the one who is perfect’

this time he initiated the kiss, putting his body weight more on you, his hand now moving to explore your body further, you could tell mark was excited as you could feel his bulge on your thigh. his tongue licked over your lips, silently asking for access, which you granted immediately, letting your tongue slip into his mouth, tasting the mint and coffee that he had previously consumed.

‘mark’ you whispered, lust overclouding your senses, ‘i want you’

mark audibly groaned, your words obviously having a certain effect on him as he pushed his hips into yours making you moan in response. he kissed your lips again, moving onto your neck, sucking brusies into the sensitive skin there. mark got off of you and sat up, removing his shirt to which you followed, throwing the clothing somewhere on the floor. going back into position, mark kissed your chest, grazing your breast that was still covered by your bra. he didn’t mind, wanting you to be as comfortable as possible, that was until you decided to take it off anyways, throwing it somewhere over your shoulder. mark went back to work, sucking on one nipple, while twirling and pinching the other between his fingers, earning moans from you.

mark suddenly stopped, lifting his head to look at you, ‘do you want to go further?’ he asked sincerely.

‘yes, mark, please’ you breathed, curling your fingers around his broad shoulders, lightly bringing him back towards your chest. he chuckled at your eagerness, peppering kisses down your stomach, finally reaching your buttoned up jeans. ‘can i take these off?’ you nodded, he unbuttoned your jeans and yanked them down and off, leaving them on the floor with the rest of the clothes. he could see the wet patch that formed in your underwear, earning a moan from the boy on top of you. mark ghosted over the spot with his finger, making you twitch in response due to the light, yet scandalous action.

he slid your underwear off, leaving them somewhere on the couch. you watched him silently as he stared at your core, looking like a man who had been without water for at least a century. he dove in, licking a strip up your pussy, making you moan out in response. mark continued to lightly suck, adding a finger into the mix. he slowly pushed it inside your opening, wetness gathering at the base of his finger, ‘you taste… it’s perfect… you’re perfect’ he whispered, gazing up into your glossy eyes, overtaken by craving him. he added a second finger, stretching you out. ‘mark…’ you groaned, feeling him hit the sweet spot inside of you made your head spin and insides twist. ‘i’m gonna come…’

‘not yet’ he whispered, he exited your core, earning a whimper from you due to the sudden loss, ‘don’t worry, i’ll take care of you’ he kissed your cheek, standing up from the couch in order to take his own pants off. you could see his member throbbing inside his briefs, you swore you almost started drooling. mark came back down to lay on top of you, kissing you again, more sensibly, softly, slowly. savoring the moment with you, the delicate and gentle touches almost making you cry again from just how sweet he was, how much he showed that he cared about you.

he broke the kiss, you stared into his eyes, caressing his cheek gently, mark melted into your touch, closing his eyes and burying his face closer to your grasp. ‘you are so beautiful’ you stated to him. his skin kissed by the sun, the features adorning his face; making up gorgeous art on a blank canvas that someone like da vinci would be furious not to know of such beauty.

‘do you want to keep going? we don’t have to if you don’t want to, i want to take my time with you, with us…’ he explained.

you cut him off with a peck to his lips, making his smile grow wider, ‘yes, i want to if you do… i feel the same way’ he kissed you, much like you did with him, confirming his feelings yet again.

he slid off his briefs, leaving you both fully naked in each other's presence, since the sun had started to set when mark came over the only light provided was the soft glow of the lamp behind you on the side table, making the sweat that graced his chest shine. ‘if you get uncomfortable please let me know and i’ll stop’ he whispered, you nodded in response, heartbeat picking up due to his kindness. he sighed and carefully lined his member up with your entrance, the shakiness of his hands having him try a couple of times to get it in, you could tell he was nervous.

he slowly pushed inside, giving you ample time to adjust, ‘that’s it’ he breathed in your ear once fully inside, ‘fuck you’re so tight… so perfect’ you moaned at his words, digging so far deep into you and leaving many traces in your mind, words you’d never forget. he readjusts your legs, giving him deep access into your womb, now in a missionary position. mark started moving, slowly thrusting into you at first, you wrapped your legs around his back, trying to keep him as close as possible, which he didn’t seem to mind. his lips moved to yours, the simple kisses shared spoke volumes-no hesitation, the pastel feeling of everything you both never said to each other, lost on fleeting glances in class, heart doodles on paper, and the way he would read to you without argument, buying you coffee, smiling whenever you’d enter the room. the soft kisses subdued any fear you held over this relationship. you loved him.

mark occasionally groaned into your mouth, and in return you moaned, sharing sounds and soft touches over each other's body. ‘you’re taking me so well like you were made for me. fuuck’ he keened at the way you held him inside. he started moving faster, but still acting as careful as ever with you. his hips snapped down on yours, earning strained grunts from you, head spinning as he continued to hit your sweet spot in all the right ways. ‘y/n’ mark moaned, ‘i-i love you’. you cried, the barrier breaking open the flood waters, you silently shed tears into his shoulder, the hot tears running down his arm and chest. ‘i always have, e-ever since i met you’ his trusts started growing erratic, faster, snapping his hips into yours with a force that had you seeing stars. you could barely comprehend any type of language at this point. you were about to reach your breaking point, feeling the heat collect at the bottom of your abdomen, the rope you were holding onto ready to snap.

mark seemed to take notice due to your internal struggle of letting go, mumbling in your ear about a bunch of different phrases. ‘it’s okay baby, you can let go’ and ‘come for me’, it was at the point where he whispered ‘i got you love, i got you’ you felt yourself starting to slip from the rope, letting go and the rope snapped, letting it all out and moaning out marks name, locking your eyes on his. your toes curled, body threatening to collapse in on itself like a black hole with mark at the event horizon, wanting to suck him in.

as you tightened around him, his thrust grew more sporadic, out of rhythm, trying to catch his own release now. with one last thrust, he stilled and emptied into your womb, you could feel how deep he was and the hotness of his come filling you up so perfectly. mark panted, overcoming the mountain of exhaustion after reaching his peak. his forehead fell onto yours as you also tried catching your breath. mark smiled down at you, love filling his eyes, adoration shining in yours. ‘you’ he started, regulating his words to come out more clearly, ‘you are part of my existence, part of myself. you have been in every line i have ever read’

you playfully rolled your eyes, the audacity of this english major, ‘you did not just quote charles dickens while balls deep inside of me’

he laughed, as if that was a queue to pull out, mark left his place inside of you and went to the bathroom, returning with a damp wash cloth in order to clean you up. gently whipping you down, after he threw the towel into the laundry room. mark picked you up and walked you to your room, slowly slipping you into some fresh new clothes, while he put on clothes that yeri kept at the apartment for her boyfriend. surely she wouldn’t mind.

you both climbed into bed, eyelids growing heavy he held you in his arms, head resting against his chest in the quiet darkness, ‘mark’ you said, voice small, he hummed, ‘i love you too’

‘sleep in tomorrow, i’ll still be here’ he answered.

eyes crusted over and limbs numb, that was probably the best sleep of your life. you reached over to marks side of the bed, but it was empty, and you frowned. he said he would be here. you stretched and got up, slowly making your way towards the door, you opened it to an empty living room. you heard a sudden, but low crash of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. you walked slowly, not really knowing what to expect. but alas, speak of the muse, and he shall appear in the lines, your (now) boyfriend, mark, stood in front of the oven with a spatula in hand, flipping a pancake.

in the stillness of the afternoon, you didn’t make your presence yet known, and watched as he worked. the glow of the sun and the kitchen light reflected off of his hair ever so slightly, making it shine, it was as if only you two existed. he turned and smiled like he always did, ‘good morning sleepyhead’

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lokipokey · 7 hours ago

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࣪𖤐.ᐟ — there’s just something about putting gojo and nanami in the challengers threesome situation that i simply cannot resist so lest us fret and let us feast

the chase was always the fun part. that back and forth banter between you and your counterpart — pushing them past their breaking point as you saunter away time and time again because they'd always come back for more. you knew how to lure. and you were divine at it. so much so that it was even a foundation of your cursed technique. the chase was something you lived for. those moments of feeling ever so high, especially alongside the horrors of the profession of sorcery, was what got you through the day. it was elementary, really. a good work crush could solve everything.

satoru gojo was too easy. you had him wrapped around your finger the moment you met him. even if he was just as quick-witted and could send your shit right back at you, at the snap of your fingers he was your dog and he’d sit down and listen. the eye and admiration of kento nanami, on the other hand, was your prized possession, something you learned you had to earn. nanami was your work in progress. he puts up a fight to remain the epitome of calm, cool, and collected. he’d never allow himself a crush in the workplace. the profession of sorcery was too serious. but from the moment the two of you met in school, unbeknownst to you, he quickly realized you were different. kento nanami saw everything he needed to know in the way you carried yourself as a sorcerer. despite his usual indifference to people in general, you grew on him pretty quickly. it was something he kept to himself. you’d been etched on his heart ever since.

the pair were polar opposites. the egotistical asshole and the stoic gentleman. two of your colleagues that shared nothing in common. you laughed to yourself in your head. that wasn't all true. they did share one thing.

that’s why you almost didn't know what to do with yourself now that you had them both here on the end of the bed, sitting on either side of you, so close your outer thighs pressed flat against either of theirs.

it was dead silent, aside from the shallow breaths. the tension in the air so thick you could choke on it. you could feel both sets of eyes on you as you sat there facing straight ahead. they didn't dare move, not without your say.

with a release of your breath, you ran your hands down either of their thighs, trailing a reassuring rub back and forth with a gentle squeeze of either knee. both men faltered at your simple touch. they were antsy, thanks to you, and unapologetically desperate. anything from you and they'd come undone. filthily shameless, too, both of them— neither giving a single fuck that the other is there. anything they can get from you, they'll take with open arms. even in the presence of the other.

it dumped fuel on your fire.

your eyes flitted over to your right, meeting nanami's hazel gaze, taking a moment to yourself to revel in the piercing look before taking his face in your hands and pressing your lips to his. as if he was a delicate thing, despite the strapping size of him. his big strong arms closing in on your frame as they find either side of your ribcage and hold you there with him. as if you would saunter away at any given moment. his lips matched yours in a soft, passionate dance, with a deep-rooted passion that had begged to see the light of day for so long now that was finally allowed to burn. it was achingly sweet, filled with an unrecognizable desire and warmth from the reserved man. you re-met his lips again and again and again, each reunion needier than the last. his hands strained around your frame, his hold so firm like he was making a claim of you.

gojo was genuinely tweaking on the left of you. he needed your attention, now. needed your pretty eyes on him and somewhere to put his restless hands. watching you kiss nanami like your life depended on it shamelessly had his dick hard, waiting his turn so patiently that you'd give it to him just as good if not better. you were playing with him, right? making him be the one to wait and prove he's a good boy so you'd reward him? god, he fucking hoped so. because he wasn't so sure how long he could last being good with a sight as pornographic as the one set out in front of him.

silently gojo’s fingers grazed the top of your left thigh, grabbing at it lightly, like he was reminding you that he was still there.

you swiftly snatched his anxious hand and held it to your center, holding it there against your ribs without breaking the kiss you were preoccupied with. you hummed in response to both of them, one for praise and one for patience.

you're slow to release nanami's face from your hand, drawing back from his hold. his eyes lock to yours in an instant, pupils so blown with lust you almost didn’t recognize him. you couldn't help the smile that tugged ever so lightly at the corners of your mouth, getting off on that fucking look he's giving you. the way it said everything for him. he was utterly submitted; without hesitation, he was at your mercy.

breaking nanami's gaze, you flip to gojo, who gasps at your full attention. your grin has taken over your lips at the sight of him— the tension holding his shoulders taut and completely upright, the sweat adorning his forehead, his baby blues a shade so bright you nearly squint just to have a longer look. you were torturing this poor man. you could feel him impatiently waiting his turn from beside you the entire time, but that's why he needed it.

you knew how to work your boys up so well. you also knew gojo couldn't handle it. he didn't have the self-restraint, not when it came to you.

his hands had already jumped the gun, trailing your thighs up til he hit your hips where they locked on, digging his fingertips in, his eyes boring into yours as he remained still as his chest heaved in shallow breaths. waiting for your word — for your initiative — and you caught it, holding still there in the moment for just a second too long just to revel in his anticipation before leaning in, ever so slowly, until your lips hovered in front of his. those bright eyes left yours to steal a glance down at your parted, panting lips, wordlessly begging you to close the gap. he knew better than to do it himself, as much as he yearned to.

but toying with your boys was what you did best.

you inched the last inch closer, just barely grazing his lips when that soft grin fought its way back to your lips and you whispered, "are you sure your infinity is turned off—"

"for fuck's sake—"

gojo crashed his mouth to yours, not able to control himself any longer. and you oblige, letting him take control as he grabs you into a tight embrace, one hand clutching the back of your neck and the other wrapping around to press you further into him at center of your back. anything to get you closer to him. a place he could finally have you and keep you in. the kiss was rottenly sweet, despite the torment you put him through. he can't keep still, trailing his hands to your face, caressing it as you make quick work of his tongue. you knew he'd need more of you after the teasing, your efforts making him moan raggedly into your mouth.

your right hand dragged up his front to rest delicately at his jaw, grasping it with force at your fingertips. there was a want with every press of his lips, desire coating every flick of his tongue. doing everything he’d been dying to do since he first laid eyes on you.

you paused your fit of passion when a another smile graced your lips. gojo pulled back to look at your face, those baby blues studying your features as his saliva-glossed lips hung parted as he panted to regain his breath.

you caught nanami off guard when you flicked your attention back to him for another kiss, but he returned it with matching energy. gojo pressed his chest up into your back, cupping at your breasts through your shirt, lips connecting with your neck as he peppers soft wet kisses along it. you flicked back to gojo, redirecting his lips to yours again and he gladly obliges. nanami's hands found either side of your ribcage from behind as he buries his face in your neck, breathing in your hair like he was committing it to memory. you flicked back and forth until you had your hands at the back of their heads, drawing them closer and closer to you in the center until you closed the gap between them right before your line of vision, and watch as you press their lips together.

they’re so lost in the moment they don’t react how you might have expected them to react given any other circumstance. your wide-eyed stare can't be broken from the sight. frozen there, you can only watch as the two men go at it. it's ravenous, leaving you slack jawed as you fought to regain your breath. their hands are a blur — in a fit of pure chaos darting from place to place — running through one another's hair to clutching at your thighs to grasping at each other's throats. you're lost in the trance that is this, caving backward to lean on your elbows against the bed, cunt throbbing at the scene set before you. admiring your boys, bonding over the one thing they agree on.

as they made work of each other, several seconds passed as your mind raced with the possibilities now laid out before you. in that very moment, you closed your eyes to release a sharp, relieving breath, and then flicked them open.

the chase had just begun.

“i better head out,” your voice startled the both of them out of the fit of passion they were lost in, both flicking their heads to you to give you their full attention, eyes wide at your statement.

dumbfounded words of protest at your suddenly announced departure began tumbling from their mouths, though you were quick to cut it off.

“it’s getting late. we’ve gotta be up early to finish the mission. wouldn’t wanna ruin your beauty sleep,” you grinned at the pair as you rose up from between them on the bed, them remaining frozen there as you sauntered to the door, sending one last glance back to drink in the same stunned expression on both their faces, “see you bright and early, boys.”

#★ LOKIPOKEY JJK #gojo x you #nanami x you #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo smut #nanami smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #gojo x you x nanami #gojo x reader x nanami #satoru gojo smut #kento nanami smut

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jeongin-lvr · 2 days ago

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cw. handjob, cum eating, subby jake, praise kink & fluffy relationship shit.

cuddling with your boyfriend Jake, his hand around your waist as he lays behind you, head nuzzled into your neck. you’re both so comfortable, watching whatever movie the two of you have playing on the TV. neither of you have spoken for quite some time and it’s comfortable that way. your hands are placed over Jake’s where they lay on your stomach, hugging him back as your legs intertwined with each others. the couch feels 100 times more comfortable than usual with Jake by your side. the moment is soft and gooey like a warm brownie… until you felt something hard poking at your lower back.

you immediately knew what it was but for some reason you looked anyway. you turned slightly, alerting Jake out of his soft and calm state, peeking at whatever you were looking at. Jake hadn’t even noticed he’d gotten hard, immediately flushing with embarrassment, redder than a cherry. his head spun and he attempted to do damage control by sitting up slightly and shuffling back, though there wasn’t much space to go. you were still ultimately in his arms, and he was still hard as a rock with a red nose and cheeks.

“fuck, I’m sorry, I did not mean—“ Jake is met with your fleeting touches over his body, swiping over his red hoodie before sneaking under the fabric. your cold hands met his warm skin, sending a shiver down his spine. his eyes shot to yours, seeing the pure lust bubbling behind your irises. you cracked a prideful smile at Jake, fluttering your lashes as you bit your lower lip. “don’t worry, Jakey, it’s only natural.”

Jake’s breath uneven and chest rising and falling with staggering movements, he nodded, allowing the feel of your hands to travel over his taut tummy. you continued, your hands slowly trailing down the center of his abs, down to his bulge and palming him through his thin sweats. you could feel the heat radiating off of him, the unholy desire emitting from him. “need my help?” you asked with a slight smirk, making Jake gulp before he nodded, too far gone to even attempt to fix the issue on its own.

at his command, your hands tucked under the waistband of his sweatpants, feeling the bare skin of his cock, leaking and hard shamelessly. his eyes widened as a steady and small moan left his lips, licking them before another ripped through his throat. your hands wrapped tightly around his base, slowly flicking your wrist and feeling him twitch in your palm. Jake’s pretty, thick lips pulled apart in a small O, eyes fluttering with enjoyment at how your hand felt. the lewd wet sound of your fist fucking his cock was making him dizzy. his hand came to your throat, resting there softly, his lips chasing yours to suppress the endless litany of moans that began building up in the back of his throat.

“you’re so good— a-ah, keep going…” Jake praised with a shaky voice, bordering on a whine as his lips mumbled against yours. the way you were turned had you laying on your side facing him, practically pressed as close as possible, leg thrown over his side while your hands got to work on his poor, cruelly hard cock. Jake almost laughed, wondering how things went from 0 to 100 so quickly— he has no self control, that’s how. he can’t keep his dick down to save his life. he didn’t even realize he was hard until you did, and by that point he was far beyond saving.

with the movie long forgotten and Jake’s cock twitching in your hand you broke the kiss between you both. you smiled at him, biting your bottom lip with a small giggle.

“my Jakey, are you gonna cum? can my pretty boy cum? are you close?” Jake nodded at your words, almost sputtering as he huffed with need. every inch of him reacting to your movements, your words, your touch. Jake slowly started to twitch, his hips fucking upward into your fist, the rustling fabric of his sweats pathetically rusting against the couch cushions. you were evil with your pace, tugging his dick with fervor with no sign of slowing down. “it’s okay to cum, baby, let it out,” you encouraged, breathing against his mouth as he tried to kiss you again, whimpering softly, “I want you to be satisfied and cum for me. 1… 2….”

Jake felt his tummy tighten, balls fuller than necessary, before his vision turned white. your lips curled up as his cock twitched violently; his load spilling into your hot palm with a wet, desperate spurt. Jake’s hips stuttered upward into your palm, reacting harshly to the way your hand rubbed over his leaky slit. he moaned, sounding like he was on the verge of tears.

“3…” You laughed slightly, pecking his lips with a soft smooch. your eyes sparkly and proud of yourself for making your boyfriend cum like that. Jake lay almost motionless apart from his breathing, eyes glossed and distant. you raised your hands from his pants and grinned, licking up the mess with a soft moan, catching his attention again. Jake watched bewildered and also intrigued. almost proud of himself at how you lapped up his nasty juices.

“yummy,” you teased, wrapping your arm around his neck, toying with the short trimmings of his dark black hair, “love ya, Jakey.”

Jake hummed, a little worn out but satisfied, “Love you, hon…” more pecks on your lips were placed, grateful and loving.

#feat. jake .ᐟ #enhypen jake smut #enhypen x reader #enha jake #jake sim smut #sim jaeyun smut #sim jake smut #enhypen imagines #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #jaeyun x reader #sim jaehyun x reader #jake smut #jake x reader

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loulou-land · 1 day ago

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I’ll Always Choose You

Day 13 of @bucktommyfluffebruary | Love Declarations | 808 words | Fluff and Humor | on ao3

“I really didn’t think I’d feel this way,” Buck admitted, voice wavering slightly. “But it just…kinda snuck up on me. It was like this buildup of all the little things, you know?” He waved his hand around as he tried to find the words to explain it. “Like…like waking up to your cold nose pressing against my cheek, or how cuddly you are, and…just how you’re there for me when I need comfort. You always know when I don't want to be alone, or when I'm exhausted, or I've had a bad day. And you make me feel better.”

Buck exhaled, shaking his head as if overwhelmed. “So now…now I can't imagine life without you.”

He paused, reaching his hand out as he held his breath. Waiting for a reaction.

Instead, there was a single, uninterested—

Meow.

Buck blinked, releasing his breath in a sharp gust and dropped his hand. Figures.

Their orange tabby, Captain, who perched lazily on the armrest continued licking its paw, completely unbothered by Buck’s undying devotion.

Buck stared. Pouted, even. “Seriously?”

He knew cats were fickle creatures, but come on! He really thought he’d become Captain’s favorite.They had spent so much time together while Tommy had been fighting wildfires up in the north for two weeks. So yeah, Buck had at least expected a slow blink to let him know he was appreciated. But nothing, nada, zilch.

A loud snort from the other end of the couch pulled his attention.

Apparently, Tommy had been watching the whole scene unfold. His book lay forgotten in his lap, his lips twitching like he was fighting back laughter.

Buck frowned at him, petulant. Tommy didn't have to worry about getting Captain’s affections, their cat already much preferred his lap over Buck’s. Which, fair, he could understand that—Tommy had wonderful thighs.

“You know,” Tommy said, raising an eyebrow. “I think that was more heartfelt than our love declaration.”

Buck scoffed, fully turning to him with a hand over his chest. “Oh, I’m sorry, was screaming at each other in the rain and dramatically falling into each other’s arms afterwards not romantic enough for you?”

He arched a teasing eyebrow at Tommy.

Tommy shrugged, eyes crinkling with laughter. “Ehh, it was alright.”

They locked eyes, neither one blinking, before promptly bursting into laughter.

Soon, their laughter softened and they lapsed into comfortable silence. Tommy opened up his book again while Buck turned on a documentary.

He flopped onto Tommy’s side of the couch, wiggling until he was pressed up against Tommy’s side.

Tommy just shifted slightly to wrap an arm around Buck’s shoulders, trailing his fingers absently through Buck’s hair.

Buck sighed, a little dramatically. “To be clear, Captain does love me. It just happens to be when it's just us…” he paused, realizing something. “Ah, sort of like an affair.”

Tommy hummed, passing the page on his book. “Noted.” He answered dryly.

Just as Buck was starting to get comfortable, Captain stretched lazily, jumped down from the armrest, and walked over Buck like he was nothing more than an inconvenient obstacle before curling up in Tommy’s lap.

It was deliberate. Malicious, even.

Buck’s mouth fell open at the audacity. “I pour my heart out to you, and you choose him? Captain?!”

The cat started purring, completely unconcerned with Buck’s complaints.

Tommy chuckled, rubbing the cat’s head with one hand while he pressed a consoling kiss to Buck’s hair.

Buck grumbled under his breath, but the warmth of the moment settled into him and he let himself enjoy it. The feeling of Tommy’s fingers—gentle, caring—as he carded through his hair. The staccato purrs of Captain as he enjoyed their closeness. And the scent of spring outside the window, soft sunlight streaming through.

Then, so low it almost got lost in the space between them, Tommy murmured, “I’ll always choose you.”

Buck stilled, his breath hitching.

Buck didn’t need the reassurance, not really. Not like before. He’d come a long way in feeling secure in who he was and their relationship. But that didn’t mean it didn’t get him every time. How generous Tommy was with always letting Buck know how wanted and loved he was.

His chest went warm, spreading through him like a spark in a forest. He felt too full, sometimes he didn’t know how his body could contain this much love for Tommy without exploding.

He tilted his head up, catching the same love reflected in Tommy’s gaze. He swallowed once, then burrowed his head against Tommy’s neck, pressing a soft kiss over his pulse. “I choose you too,” Buck murmured.

Neither of them moved for a while after that. Basking in the warmth and peace of the moment.

In this love that neither of them had to question, fully knowing how unconditional and encompassing it was.

#bucktommyfluffebruary #day 13 #love declaration #sorta lol #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #fluff and humor #captain the cat

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coeurcanelle · 3 days ago

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𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬˙⋆✮

pairing:cowgirl!ellie x bartender!reader

°~♡~°

for valentines day, you and the cowgirl you promised never to get attached to,offer each other gifts. suspiciously thoughtful gifts.

tags:fluff,loser ellie

a/n:I'm 4 days late but its cowgirl Ellie so it's fine

It was the 14th of February. You had just finished your shift, the scent of vanilla filling your home as you focused on not burning your homemade cake.

Knock, knock.

Then silence. And another knock.

You didn’t need to open the door to know who was standing on the other side.

It couldn’t be anybody else.

Quickly, you made your way to the front door, turned the knob, and opened it.

Cowboy hat.

Yep, it was your favorite cowgirl in town.

"Sweetheart," she said softly, the nickname slipping past her lips before she could stop it. Her smile reached her emerald eyes, and it would take—well, something serious—to wipe it off her freckled face.

Your own smile widened; it had already been there the moment you recognized her knocking.

She wasn’t empty-handed, not on this day of the year.

Nope. She held a bouquet—lilies, dahlias, and roses, all carefully arranged together in a beautiful display.

"Thought today was a special day," she said, tilting her head slightly. "And that your place could use a little… how do I put this? Less tragic, more aesthetic." She extended the bouquet toward you, fighting the urge to tuck a flower behind your ear.

You chuckled, carefully taking the bouquet. "Not you too."

Earlier at the bar, plenty of cowboys had offered you roses and letters—it wasn’t unusual. You were used to gestures of affection and gratitude for your service. But none of their gifts were the ones you had been looking forward to receiving today.

"What kind of cowgirl would I be if I didn’t spoil the prettiest songbird in town?" she teased, pride swelling in her chest. She mentally congratulated herself for not stammering or—accidentally—letting a 'my girl' slip instead of 'prettiest songbird'.

You raised an eyebrow, playfully. "Thought cowgirls dont get attached."

She looked surprised for a second.

You and Ellie had met at the bar, of course. And quickly, she became your favorite customer—more than you would ever admit.

At first, it started with free drinks. Then, you’d take her song requests, singing her favorites at the bar. Then, fingers grazing while passing her drink. Then, soft kisses on her cheek for goodbyes. Then, tender kisses on the lips.

Still, she kept her cool, as always. "Hey, those folks all got you flowers, but that doesn’t mean they’re wifing you up. Unlike me, who—"

Shit.

What are you doing, Ellie?

"I mean, what? Who said that? Not me."

"No strings attached." That’s what you told each other every time. Ellie wasn’t the type to settle down with her cowgirl lifestyle, and you? You weren’t looking for anything serious either.

"Mmh"you narrowed your eyes, her cheeks burning red like a tomato.

"Don’t 'mmh'me," she nudged your arm playfully. Keeping her hands to herself around you had always been a challenge.

"Where’d you buy them?" you asked.

"Buy?" she scoffed. "I got them myself, ‘bun." Her grin was proud. "I was out riding with Shimmer, and we— listen, we gracefully stumbled upon this cute lil’ meadow near your bar. Guess what? I tripped—which happens, like, once in a lifetime—and the flowers just magically landed in my hands." She watched you bite your lip, trying not to laugh. "Couldn’t just plant ‘em back in."

If she could, she would’ve taken every flower from that meadow.

For you.

"Yeah, spread that story—tell everyone you do magic and watch them show up with torches and pitchforks the next second."

You laughed at your own joke, and Ellie joined in.

"Thanks, though. I’ll make sure they don’t accidentally end up in my trash bin," you teased, making her roll her eyes.

It would sting—no, hurt—if you really threw her gift away. But the way you carefully held the bouquet told her it wouldn’t land in the trash.

Maybe—hopefully—somewhere close to your beating heart.

You opened the door wider, inviting her in. But then, she hesitated.

She reached into her pocket.

Almost forgot.

"I also, uh…" Her fingers brushed against something small. She had spent the entire day before debating if it was too much, if it would scare you off.

Still, the thought that it spoke small volumes of her feelings won.

"You got more? You didn’t—"

And now she was holding out a small red box.

"Open it," she said, watching you carefully. You swore you could see a sparkle or two glinting in her eyes.

You hadn’t expected something so thoughtful from her. Not that she didn’t know how to treat a girl, but…

It made you wonder if all those stolen kisses had ignited something in her heart.

Still, you set the bouquet aside and took the small box,opening it gently.

Your heart warmed at the sight.

A necklace. With a cute heart-shaped pendant.

"Let me guess," you smirked. "You fell off Shimmer again and accidentally bought someone’s necklace, while being just concussed enough to let the vendor pick the cutest one for you?"

You reached for your neck, trying to clasp the necklace on yourself.

Instantly, Ellie stepped behind you, brushing your hair away. Her fingers grazed yours as she worked to fasten it.

"Close," she chuckled. "But still wrong."

You tried to ignore the way your heart raced at the closeness.

The necklace was secured, and Ellie stepped back, turning you around by your hips.

"I don’t fall off Shimmer that much."

Her gaze fell to the necklace.

You didn’t look exactly how she had imagined.

You looked even more beautiful.

Your eyes met hers, almost entranced.

Cute.

"You know this doesn’t mean I’m yours, right?" you teased.

Ellie instantly looked away.

What was wrong with her?

She always thought she never wanted to settle down.

So why was her mind suddenly filled with images of you and her, riding Shimmer together… forever?

She cleared her throat, trying to sound put-together. Ignoring the pang of disappointment in her chest.

"Just a friendly gesture. From your favorite cowgirl." She scratched the back of her neck, nervous again.

It was becoming a familiar feeling around you.

"The only person you get to kiss," she added.

She wasn’t wrong.

"Sometimes," you smirked.

Ellie’s eyes flickered to your lips before darting back up, refusing to let her thoughts wander.

"Feelings can change before you realize," she said, softer this time—like a gentle spring breeze.

You tilted your head. "You hated me before, cowgirl?"

Ellie blinked, her brain short-circuiting.

"What? N-no, that’s not—ugh." She sighed, mentally cursing herself. It’s not like she had been practicing how to confidently respond to your teasing every time before knocking at your place.

"Yeah, I absolutely despised you," she deadpanned.

More like you absolutely despised her

Fuck.

She should have said that.

"Never heard someone say that while grinning like a bunny high on carrots," you teased.

She dropped her smile and threw you a glare.

She wasn’t a fucking bunny. Or high on carrots.

But wait—bunnies were cute.

So that meant…

You thought she was cute?

"Can you quit bullying me already?" she groaned, nudging your arm again.

The smell of vanilla reached her nose and for once it didn't smell like a burnt cake.

Her lips curled into a smirk. "I know you got something for me somewhere."

"Somewhere… how did you know?"

Her smirk turned into a grin. She knew you thought about her—maybe as much as she thought about you.

"I think it’s in my trash bin. Hold on, lemme check."

Maybe she was getting her hopes up too much.

But maybe…

Maybe she wasn’t.

♡°♡°♡

After dashing to your bedroom, you rummaged through your drawer, searching for the gift you had been preparing for this very moment.

Your fingers brushed against cold metal.

The revolver Joel had given Ellie.

She had come into the bar one night, a rare pout on her lips, complaining about how she had broken it and couldn’t fix it because of some missing piece.

You weren’t just good at mixing drinks—you were good with your hands in other ways too. And when you saw the way her eyes lit up at your offer to help, you knew you had to fix it.

Now, it rested in your palm, good as new.

Wrapped in a pink bow.

A rush of excitement coursed through you.

You hoped it wasn’t too much—just enough to make Ellie happy about using her gun again.

Hiding the gun behind your back, you stepped out of your room, closing the door behind you with a soft thud.

She was sitting on the couch, looking comfortable, like she was in her own home.

"Keeping the trash bin in the bedroom? Questionable placement," she chuckled, her mood noticeably lighter than before.

You were sure she had rehearsed teasing you in her head, refining the perfect delivery until her brain and mouth worked in sync.

"Does this look like trash to you?"

Her eyes widened as you brought your hands forward, revealing the gun.

It looked usable.

Like it had never been broken before.

And solid enough not to break so easily again.

Unbelievable.

"No fucking way." She stood up, taking it carefully, her eyes locking onto yours.

She looked at you as if you were a magician capable of bending logic into mind-blowing miracles.

"You're a damn wizard," she murmured, calmer than the storm of surprise raging in her mind.

You chuckled, casually explaining how you fixed it, leaving out the part where you spent hours searching for replacement parts, scouring through every tool and guide you could find.

To you, it was just a simple favor.

To her? It meant everything.

Because this wasn’t just any revolver.

It had belonged to Joel.

She had sworn to herself she’d never get to use it again.

Just when her shoulders were sinking under the weight of her recklessness, you had lifted the burden of an unfair universe off of her.

And no words were big enough to express her immense gratitude.

"Thanks… really. I thought I'd have to—"

"Got you this too." you interrupted, grinning.

Her gaze flickered to your other hand.

And then—

Her eyes widened again.

"You’ve got to be kidding me."

She stared at the plushie in disbelief.

A cowboy teddy bear.

Decked out in a blue flannel and jeans, tiny belt included. And of course—holstered with a tiny gun. A real cowboy.

For a long second, she said nothing.

Then—

"How the hell did you know?" she demanded, mind racing.

You shrugged, playing it cool. "I have my ways."

Total bullshit.

You had discovered her secret accidentally.

It had all started with a kiss.

Her lips had been on yours the second you stepped into her house after your shift, her boot kicking the door shut behind her,her hands gripping your hips, holding you close—like even the smallest distance might set her on fire.

She had walked you backward, step by step, toward her bedroom—until suddenly, she broke away.

"Wait a sec," she muttered.

Before you could ask why, she had vanished into her room, slamming the door shut.

Then—

Chaos.

Objects falling. Closet doors slamming. The distinct sound of a bed being shoved against the floor.

And—was she about to start mopping the floor, too?

When she finally emerged again, breathless, hair messier than before, she tried to act so casual—like she hadn’t just gone into full panic mode.

But you had seen them.

A glimpse of soft fur. The small round ears peeking out from under her bed before she violently shoved them further beneath it with her boot.

She thought you hadn’t noticed.

You had.

And now, here she was.

Face flushed.

Busted.

"No plushies were harmed or mistreated, okay?" she said quickly, already on the defense. "I just… hid them. ‘Cause, y’know, they would’ve totally fucked up the mood and stuff."

"You better think nice of Ellie Junior," you teased, "and spare him the terrible living conditions beneath your bed—dust and all."

She froze.

"Ellie what?" she sputtered. "Okay, first of all, I clean under my bed regularly—"

"Like every year," you cut her off.

She silenced you with a finger against your lips.

"Like every week," she corrected, her voice sultry, desperate to sound convincing. "And you're not naming this lil' dude Ellie Junior."

She took the plushie gently, already picturing where she would place him.

First, she had to give him a name. A better name.

Actually—no. First, she had to thank you.

Still, she couldn’t believe you weren’t teasing or mocking her about this whole thing. You had picked this gift with her in mind. A little cowboy. A cute little cowboy. Which meant…

"He kinda looks like you," you mused. "With the clothes, the gun, and—"

You grabbed Ellie’s hat, gently placing it on the teddy bear’s head, its frame nearly disappearing beneath her hat.

"The signature Ellie Junior the First hat."

"Yeah...no"Ellie deadpanned. "Not Ellie Junior. Not Williams. Not anything stupid.

Instead, she reached for her hat and placed it on your head.

You blinked.

Ellie smirked.

"Now that’s a look," she muttered,fighting the urge to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear and let her fingers linger on your cheek

You adjusted the hat, clearing your throat. Then, doing your best impression of her, you dropped your voice lower.

"Hey sweetheart, s-s-till got a bottle of whiskey for m-me?"

Ellie’s jaw dropped.

Then she burst out laughing.

"I do not sound like that," she argued.

You smirked. "Sounded like a cute cowgirl to me."

Ellie blinked.

Did she hear that right?

"Really?"

You nodded, your voice softer now. "Yeah."

Damn.

You sounded honest.

Was this a first?

If it was, she hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

"Say it again," she murmured, stepping closer.

Your heart did that thing again.

The warming-up thing.

So, you spoke with your melting heart.

"You’re cute, cowgirl."

Ellie’s eyes lit up again, sparkling with happiness, affection, and excitement.

But mostly…

Hope.

Without any warning,she leaned in, closing the last sliver of distance between you.

Her lips met yours in a soft, tender kiss—the kind that could melt every block of ice in Antarctica with the fire of something so much more than platonic.

She wasn’t afraid to drown you in the waves of her affection.

Not when your lips moved with the same tenderness, whispering a thousand words neither of you had dared to speak.

Maybe you didn’t mind this turning into something serious.

Maybe commitment wasn’t something to be afraid of.

Not with Ellie.

Because in this moment, you knew—

You didn’t want to be anybody else’s.

And neither did she.

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