#“i closed my eyes inside of your darkness”

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HER SUN, HIS MOON | kang dae-ho.

pairing: kang dae-ho (player 388) x reader

summary: opposites attract, they say, but absolutely no one could prepare you for the impact dae-ho would have in your life. requested here.

warning: pre squid game au, grumpy x sunshine dynamics, reader has personality similar to sae-byeok's, kinda colleagues to friends to lovers, heart-melting dae-ho being utterly smitten and protective, mention of fighting and blood, prepare for banter and love that feels like the perfect balance, and please enjoy ♥️

word count: 3.7k

Dae-ho and you were written in the stars. Not in words, but through a bond that neither time nor reason could break. As if the universe itself had signed a soul contract on your behalf, interlinking the two of you forever, one bright as the sun, the other dark as the night. Because you could think of no other explanation for how you and Dae-ho had found your way to each other.

For he and you were opposites in every conceivable way. He was golden hours spent laughing, and you were the quiet serenity of midnight. He was the light on a summer day, you were the shadow on a winter night. He was a golden retriever, bounding through life with enthusiasm and a need to love and be loved, while you were the black cat, aloof and deliberate, your affection hard-earned and fiercely given. He was the proverbial sunshine boyfriend, and you? The grumpy girlfriend, even if you'd never admit it aloud.

You still remembered the early days before you were together. Back then, you had avoided entanglements, thinking emotions were too unpredictable, too messy. Dae-ho, on the other hand, had been nothing but heart, an open book that practically had shouted his feelings with every glance, every action. Easygoing. Flirty. Compassionate. Gentle. Funny. Supportive. That's how he'd always been. You had worked at the same bookstore café as part-timers, making money on the side while studying at uni, and he had been the kind of coworker who brought in homemade snacks to share, who remembered the regulars' orders, who lit up every corner of the room just by being there

And you? You had preferred the quiet. You'd worked the closing shift to avoid the chaos, stocked the shelves in peace, and only spoke when absolutely necessary. Yet somehow, Dae-ho had decided you were his favorite person in the room.

Work had been slow that day, the kind of lazy afternoon where time seemed to drag. You had been in the back, sorting through new stock, when Dae-ho had appeared like a whirlwind of energy. As usual, he had brought his sunshine into the room, whistling a tune as he had sauntered over to where you had been crouched on the floor.

"Need a hand?" he asked, grinning as he leaned casually against the shelf. His eyes sparkled with that familiar mischievous glint that always made you wary.

"No," you said simply, focusing on the stack of books in front of you. "I'm fine."

"That's debatable," he replied, crouching down next to you. "You've been glaring at those books like they owe you money. Which, knowing you, isn't completely impossible."

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling, refusing to give him the satisfaction. "They're disorganized. It's irritating."

"I think you mean it's irresistible," he corrected, emphasizing the word as he tilted his head to get a better look at your face. "Because you're clearly putting all your energy into ignoring the most charming guy in the room."

You'd turned to him then, giving him a flat look. "Charming? You?"

His hand went to his chest, mock offense lighting up his features. "Ouch. That hurts. Right here." He tapped his heart, then flashed you an exaggerated pout. "You wound me."

"Good," you shot back, turning back to the books. "Maybe it'll teach you some humility."

He let out a soft laugh, his voice dipping lower. "Nah, I think I'll keep my ego intact, thanks. It's my best feature. Or… is it my smile? You've been staring at it a lot lately, so maybe I should ask you."

Your fingers froze on the book in your hand, and you felt heat creep up your neck. Damn him. He always knew exactly how to get under your skin, and worse, he lived for it.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said smoothly, though your face betrayed you with the faintest hint of pink in your cheeks.

"Oh, come on," he teased, leaning in closer. "Don't play coy with me. I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention."

You turned to glare at him, which only made him grin wider. "You're imagining things."

"Am I?" His voice was soft now, his gaze steady as he inched just a bit closer. "Because I'd bet my entire paycheck that you're thinking about how good I'd look kissing you right now."

You blinked, your heart skipping a beat at his boldness. But you weren't going to give him the satisfaction. "That's a terrible bet," you deadpanned with your best pokerface, setting the book aside. "You don't even make that much."

His laughter echoed in the small space, rich and full of delight. "See? That's exactly why you're my favorite."

"You're annoying," you retorted, standing up and dusting off your jeans.

"And yet, you keep me around." He stood as well, towering over you slightly. His boyish grin softened into something more genuine, his eyes lingering on yours. "Admit it, you'd miss me if I wasn't here."

You had rolled your eyes, "You wish."

"I do," he remarked, "And you love it," he winked at you before strolling off, whistling that same tune as before.

And damn it, you did love it.

No one understood it back then. This thing you two had. They still didn't understand. How could someone so effervescent, so outwardly bright, have chosen someone so reserved, so calculated? How could two people so different orbit each other with such ease? But honestly, they didn't need to understand. It was him and you that counted. Two sides of the same coin, perfectly balanced in your differences, inseparable in ways that defied explanation. 

And so, it began, this undefined connection between you. Gradually, you found yourselves spending more and more time together. Dinners after work became a casual routine, and weekends often led to shared nights out at bars.

On one particular Saturday night, the bar you went to was packed; the air buzzing with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of a jukebox in the corner. It was one of those rare nights where you let yourself relax, even though relaxing wasn't exactly your forte. Of course, it helped that Dae-ho was there, his larger-than-life presence somehow managing to make you forget how crowded and loud the place was.

You were sitting at the bar, nursing a drink, while Dae-ho leaned against the counter beside you, a mischievous grin perpetually plastered on his face. He was in rare form all evening, tossing out jokes and one-liners, testing just how far he could push your usual stoic demeanor.

"Come on," he teased, nudging your arm gently. "I know, you're having fun. You're smiling. At least on the inside."

You shot him a sidelong glance, unimpressed. "I don't smile."

"Not true," he countered, wagging a finger at you. "You smiled that one time when I tripped on the stairs."

"That wasn't a smile," you clarified with absolutely no emotion in your face, "That was schadenfreude."

"Call it whatever you want," he replied with a wink. "It still counts."

Your lips twitched slightly at that, betraying a flicker of amusement you tried to hide. Of course, Dae-ho noticed instantly, pointing at you triumphantly.

"Aww, I'm growing on you."

"Like mold," you muttered, taking another sip of your drink to mask your expression.

Undeterred, he leaned closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial tone. "You know, I've been told I have a certain… effect on people. Charm, charisma, devastating good looks, take your pick."

"Is that what your sisters told you?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

His grin widened. "Ah, there's the sharp tongue I love. Keep it coming, baby."

"Stop calling me that," you grumbled, even as your stomach flipped at the nickname.

As the evening went on, the two of you fell into a rhythm of teasing and banter, your words volleying back and forth like it was second nature. The bustling crowd and occasional jostle of bodies around you became background noise as your attention fixated on each other. What you did notice, however, was how close he's got. His shoulder brushed yours, his warm breath tickling your ear as he spoke in that low, teasing tone.

"So," he said casually, his eyes gleaming with mischief, "how long are you going to keep pretending you don't like me?"

You snorted, leaning back slightly in an attempt to create some distance, not that it helped. "What makes you think I like you?"

"Your complete inability to look me in the eye when I do this," he explained, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture had been so smooth, so effortlessly intimate, it left you momentarily speechless.

"Is your ego always this big, or is it just me?" you managed to ask, though your voice had sounded weaker than you intended.

"Just you," he replied, his grin softening into something more genuine. "You bring out the best in me, moonbeam."

Before you could formulate a snappy retort, a commotion erupted behind you. Raised voices and curses cut through the background noise, drawing your attention to a group of men arguing near a table. One of them shoved another, and you instinctively tensed.

"Dae-ho," you hissed, elbowing him. "Something's happening."

"Huh?" He blinked, finally tearing his gaze away from you to glance in the direction of the chaos. "Oh. Looks like a fight."

"Yeah, thanks, Sherlock," you muttered, standing up as the tension escalated. One of the men pulled out a knife, waving it threateningly.

"Let's just get out of here," you grabbed Dae-ho's arm. But before you could pull him away, the fight spilled dangerously close to the bar.

Everything that happened next was a blur. The man with the knife lunged forward, clearly aiming for his opponent, but the latter ducked, and somehow, Dae-ho, who inexplicably stepped forward, took the hit instead.

"Shit!" you yelled, catching him as he stumbled back. The knife had grazed his side, leaving a shallow but nasty wound. Blood seeped through his shirt, and panic had gripped you.

"Dae-ho!" you exclaimed, your hands gripping his shoulders. "What the hell were you thinking?"

He winced, a crooked grin tugging at his lips despite the pain. "Guess I wasn't."

"No kidding," you snapped, grabbing a napkin from the bar to press against his wound. "Who gets stabbed because they're too busy flirting?"

"Is that… your way of admitting I'm hard to resist?" he asked, his voice strained but still tinged with humor.

You glared at him, though your heart was racing for entirely different reasons. "Shut up and sit down. You're bleeding."

"I've had worse," he said, but he sank obediently into a nearby chair, his hand covering yours as you applied pressure to his wound. "Besides, I couldn't let anything happen to you."

"I was fine," you muttered through gritted teeth. "You're the one who almost got killed because you can't stop playing knight in shining armor."

"Be honest," he said with a weak chuckle. "You'd really miss me if I wasn't around."

You froze at his words, remembering the last time, he's said them, your breath hitching. But this time, the thought of losing him, wasn't so far away. Momentarily, the noise of the bar faded, replaced by the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

"Don't be stupid," you said softly.

"I knew it! I do have an effect on you," he grinned triumphantly, "I'll take my victory now, thanks." 

You rolled your eyes, but the faint tremble in your hands gave you away. "Just… try not to die, okay?"

His grin widened, despite the pain etched across his face. "If it means seeing you worried about me? Worth it."

As much as you wanted to deny it back then, he hadn't been wrong. You would miss him. And that had terrified you more than any knife ever could.

Your relationship had always been a slow burn, like embers catching fire after months of waiting for the perfect conditions. On that rainy Saturday night, after the chaos at the bar, you found yourself driving Dae-ho to the hospital, his side patched up with hastily wrapped gauze that barely held back the bleeding. He sat in the passenger seat, uncharacteristically quiet, his usual energy dampened by the pain and the rain drumming on the windshield.

"You didn't have to do this," he muttered after a while, his head leaning back against the seat.

"Of course I did," you replied without looking at him, your knuckles tight around the steering wheel. "I wasn't going to let you bleed out in some alley."

He chuckled faintly, the sound tinged with both amusement and exhaustion. "You've got a funny way of showing you care."

You ignored him, keeping your focus on the road, though your heart clenched at the way his voice sounded weaker than usual.

At the hospital, you stayed with him through the stitches, arms crossed over your chest as he cracked half-hearted jokes to distract himself from the needle. When the nurse asked if you were his girlfriend, you didn't bother to deny it, instead rolling your eyes and muttering, "Just patch him up, will you?"

By the time you were finally helping him to his apartment, the rain had turned into a steady downpour. He leaned on you as you guided him up the stairs, his weight a reminder of how fragile this moment felt despite the humor he tried to inject into it.

As you reached the cover of his apartment's awning, you let out a breath, finally releasing your grip on his arm. The warm glow of the entryway light cast over the two of you, highlighting the faint smirk tugging at his lips despite everything.

"I've got to say," he began, leaning heavily against the doorframe, "I think this is the longest you've ever willingly spent with me. Kind of feels like progress."

You shot him a look, but there was no real heat behind it. "You're an idiot," you said, shaking your head. "Why do you always make everything a joke?"

"Because someone's gotta balance us out," he quipped, though his grin faltered as he studied your face. "You're always so serious, moonbeam."

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the sound of rain filling the silence. He tilted his head slightly, as if debating whether to push further. Then, in a softer tone, he said, "Why do you act like you don't care when I know you do?"

His question caught you off guard, the vulnerability in his voice digging into the walls you'd carefully built around yourself. You looked away, the words forming in your throat before you could stop them. "Because caring about people… it hurts. And I've had enough of that."

Silence stretched between you again, heavier this time. When you finally looked at him, the teasing glint in his eyes was gone, replaced by something deeper, something that made your chest tighten.

"You don't have to be scared of me," he said quietly. "I'm not going anywhere."

"I don't get it," you mumbled, more to yourself than to him.

"Don't get what?"

"You. Why you're always so nice to me."

He tilted his head as he studied you through the rain. "Because you're worth it," he said simply as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, his voice soft but certain. "And because I like you."

The words caught you off guard, your heart skipping a beat. You could only stare at him, the rain a gentle soundtrack to the weight of his confession.

"Say something, moonbeam," he teased, his grin crooked but genuine.

The rawness of his words, the way he had said them like a promise, made something inside you snap. Before you could second-guess yourself, you stepped closer, your hands reaching for his collar. You kissed him, tentative at first, your lips brushing against his like you were testing the waters. He froze, clearly surprised, but only for a short moment. Then his hands were on your waist, steadying you as he kissed you back with a tenderness that belied his usual boldness.

The warmth of his lips, the faint taste of blood and rain, made your head spin. It wasn't rushed or frantic, it was slow, deliberate, like he didn't want to miss a single second of it. When you pulled back, his eyes searched yours, his expression soft but unreadable.

"That's a good start," he murmured, his fingers brushing a raindrop from your cheek.

And that was the night everything shifted.

Even now, years later, as you sat curled up on the couch in one of his oversized hoodies, that kiss lingered in your memory, replaying in these quiet moments like a favorite song. You hadn't realized it then, but that kiss had marked the beginning of a life you'd never imagined for yourself, a life with him. You were lazily scrolling through your phone, as the smell of coffee wafted from the kitchen, a comforting scent that told you Dae-ho was busy doing something, blending with the faint hum of his voice as he moved about.

You smiled to yourself, tracing the worn fabric of the hoodie with your fingertips.

"Babe," his voice called from the kitchen, teasing and light, pulling you from your thoughts, "if I bring you coffee in bed, does that make me husband material, or is it too early for that kind of promotion?"

You snorted, setting your phone down as you stretched. "You've gotta stop campaigning so hard, Dae-ho. It's getting desperate."

He appeared in the doorway, holding two mugs of steaming coffee and wearing the kind of grin that made your stomach flip. "Desperate? Honey, this is a demonstration of premium boyfriend services." He crossed the room, setting the mugs on the coffee table before flopping down next to you.

"Premium?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "You didn't even bring toast."

He gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. "Are you doubting the quality of my care and devotion?"

"I'm just saying," you replied with a smirk, "a little effort wouldn't kill you."

"Oh, you want effort?" he teased, leaning over you, his face suddenly much closer than you anticipated. His arm stretched over the back of the couch, caging you in just slightly. "Name it, and it's yours."

You stared at him, biting your lip to keep from laughing. "Okay. Toast. I want toast."

He narrowed his eyes playfully, tilting his head. "You sure about that? Not, I don't know, me? Because I'm sitting right here."

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks warmed as he leaned closer, the playful glint in his eyes softening into something warmer. "You're still annoying," you said under your breath, trying to sound in-fact annoyed, but your voice betrayed you, coming out softer than you intended.

"And you're adorable," he shot back, his lips brushing against your forehead. "I think we're even."

The warmth of his breath lingered on your skin as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. His hand slid down to your waist, tugging you closer until your legs were tangled together, his thumb idly tracing circles over the fabric of your hoodie.

"You look good in my clothes," he murmured, his voice dipping lower. "Almost too good. How am I supposed to let you out of this apartment now?"

You couldn't stop the small laugh that bubbled up, even as your heart raced. "Who said I was going anywhere?"

His grin widened at your response, and before you could say anything else, he turned you with a swift motion, settling you on top of him so that your legs straddled his hips. The shift left you breathless, your bare thighs brushing against his sides as his hands splayed firmly on your waist, holding you in place.

"Good," he said, his voice lower now, a little rougher around the edges. His dark eyes held yours, their usual playfulness tempered with something deeper, something that made your stomach flutter. "Because I can't get enough of you."

His words sent a shiver down your spine. He tilted his head back slightly, his thumb tracing absent patterns along your hip. "You, moonbeam," he murmured, his gaze intense. "You're addicting. Like I'm craving something I can't ever stop wanting."

You felt your breath hitch, your heart thudding in your chest. You tried to compose yourself, to play it cool, but the way he looked at you made it impossible to be unaffected. Instead, you leaned forward slightly, letting your hands rest on his chest. "Dae-ho," you softly said his name the way you knew it drove him crazy, "You keep talking like that, and I might think you're the romantic one in this relationship."

His lips quirked into a smirk, but his hands tightened on your waist, pulling you even closer. "Don't think. Know. And I'll keep proving it until you never question it again."

You couldn't help but laugh softly, the sound blending with the warmth of his presence. "You're setting the bar pretty high for yourself, you know."

He shrugged, his hands never leaving your waist, "That just means I have to keep finding ways to spoil you."

In that moment, the world outside disappeared, leaving just the two of you tangled together. His hands slowly slid down to your thighs now, his thumbs brushing over your skin, while his gaze never left yours. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, and his arms circled back around you, holding you impossibly close as though you might vanish if he didn't.

"I told you," he murmured against your lips. "Addicting."

"I know," you said softly, capturing his lips in another slow kiss. "And that's why I love you."

His boyish grin returned against your lips, softer this time, "I love you, too. But I'm still not getting up for toast."

You burst out laughing, and he pulled you even tighter against him, his chuckle rumbling through his chest as he pressed a kiss against your jaw. Right then and there, everything felt right, like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you. You smiled, letting yourself melt into him, and you thought to yourself that this was where you were meant to be. Not because he was your sun or you were his moon, but because together, you created something whole. 

Something timeless. 

Something infinite.

And you wouldn't have it any other way. 

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omg i'm so obsessed with your chris x inexperienced reader series 🙂‍↕️ hate to fill your askbox (i imagine you have lots to do !!) but could you please consider chris wanting inexperienced reader to sit on his face? even though she's shy and scared/embarrassed to do that, chris just wants to devour her

۶ৎ BSF!CHRIS x INEXPERIENCED!READER

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... smut, oral (f receiving), kissing

“no- no, i promise it won’t hurt me. you just gotta trust me, alright?” chris had a smirk on his lips, though his tone was somewhat soothing, along with his thumbs drawing mindless circles on your inner thighs, his larger palms running up and across the soft skin beneath his own.

you nervously stare at him, your mind running in all directions. chris had asked if you could sit on his face, and you were scared shitless he would suffocate or something along the lines of it.

chris offered you a tiny smile when you nodded and cleared your throat. “o-okay.. but seriously, if you can’t breathe or something, push me o-“

“sweetheart, relax. i won’t suffocate.. you worry too much about me,” he chuckled, reaching up to cradle your face in his hand, pulling you closer for a soft kiss.

he suddenly moves you off his lap, a soft yelp escaping his lips when doing so, before he settles to rest on his back. carefully, he wraps his hands around your thighs, lifting you closer and closer to his face.

slowly and deliberately, he places kisses up the inside of your thighs, leaving a glistening mark. his expression curls up into an almost smug smirk when he spots the wet patch on your panties, laughing to himself.

“oh, baby.. i think you like this, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice dark and quiet when you settled close to his lips, his warm breath fanning across your inner thighs.

it was pathetic. maybe you did like this, more than you’d like to admit, hence the fact you were clenching around absolutely nothing.

“m-maybe.. a little,” your voice was slightly whiny, the words fading out at the end when chris’s hands guided you closer until your soaked core was hovering directly on top of him.

his fingers snook to your inner thighs, his digit hooked under the bridge of your already damp panties, almost admiring your glistening folds right above him.

“shit.. such a pretty pussy for such a pretty girl..” he husked, pushing the wet fabric to the side to allow the pad of his thumb to brush across your swollen clit, down your wet folds to spread apart.

“f-fuck, chris.. i don’t know- you don’t think i’m too heavy?” your skin was already buzzing, and he had hardly even started yet, one hand holding you up, while the other reached for his hair for some sort of stability.

he shook his head with a gentle smirk, looking up at you to catch your eyes. “you won’t, baby.. you worry too much,”

by now, he’d told you enough times throughout the whole day that it wouldn’t hurt either of you that you convinced yourself it wouldn’t be too bad. he had done this before, just not in this position. so why not give it a try?

with a hesitant nod, chris didn’t waste another second wrapping his arms around your thighs to actually reach your sensitive mess. suddenly, and with a yelp from your swollen lips, he thumps you down carefully, immediately attaching his lips to your bud.

your jaw goes slack, both of your hands instinctively going to entangle into his dark locks, an almost desperate moan falling from your parted lips, your cunt clenching around nothing.

“o-oh my god,” you knew that no matter what, chris could work absolutely wonders with his mouth on your body. but this? this was beyond anything he’d done, anything he’d suggested.

chris could feel you were still holding back, and he knew you were too shy to even let a fragment of your weight on top of him—but he didn’t mind.

with his tongue running over your clit, he pulled you closer to him, and you gradually allowed yourself to put some weight on him.

chris didn’t want to push you further just get, so he continued to let his muscle lap at your folds, occasionally skimming your sensitive pearl. his eyes were stuck shut for the most part, though he stole a couple of glances at your fucked out expression here and there, eliciting whimpers and groans from him that went straight through your core.

“fuck, chris- that’s.. k-keep going,” your words came out as a moan, allowing more weight to rest on top of him when tongue swirled around your nub.

he felt a sense of pride bottle up inside of him, wanting this to nothing less than make you feel like you were on cloud nine, to send you into absolute bliss—which it did.

slowly, he lowered you further down, and you were way too lost in the pleasure to even notice you were fully sitting there, besides the ache in your thighs.

chris’s own head was spinning, your taste on his tongue leading him down a path that he was sure he’d never turn around from, his fingertips digging into the plush skin of your thighs.

“mmpph- please don’t stop,” you squeaked, taking your bottom lip between your teeth to not let the pathetically loud moan that were threatening to slip, fall from your lips. your eyes batted shut, your eyelashes fluttering against your skin.

oh, he didn’t plan on stopping. chris was savoring every second of it, fucking you slowly with his tongue, testing the waters. a sheen of sweat was beaded across your lower back and forehead, a warm pool starting to spread in your lower stomach.

the new change allowed your swollen bud to brush against his nose, your legs attempting to close around his head and your lip slipping from your teeth, wailing on a moan. you could practically feel his saliva mix with your wet mess, coating his lips and chin when he traced and ghosted his tongue over your hole.

“f-fuck! chris, i’m close, please-“

your grip on his hair drove him wild, driving him to fuck you rapidly and lightly with his tongue. one of his larger hands ran up the inside of your thighs, until his thumb met your clit, flattening his tongue over your folds to taste your sweet mess.

“chris, i’m gonna cum-“ your voice was weak, only coming out as a quiet yelp, moans of his name continuing to fall freely from your parted lips.

your cunt was leaking, your hips jerking forward when the circles on your clit sped up. it felt like all your muscles were tightening, a fire running down your spine while the heat spread under your skin.

the tension snapped in your lower tummy when you were pushed over the edge, a strangled moan of his name flowing from your slacked jaw. he let out a weak groan when your release coated his tongue, his eyes pinched shut as if he never wanted to leave this position ever again.

“chris- holy fuck..” you were panting by now, your chest heaving when he continued to glide his muscle from your drooling hole, up to ghost over your bud. broken whimpers of his name fell from your mouth, trying to warn him.

"y'taste so good.. like a fuckin' drug.." chris managed to groan between your legs, his words sending vibrations up your core, his fingers leaving marks on your skin.

your thighs were close to trembling around his head, carefully tugging on his hair as a way of telling him you couldn't take anymore, which he thankfully caught onto.

with a final lap at your leaking folds and a soft kiss to your clit, he gently lifted you from his face, your body buzzing from head to toe when you settled on his hips like before, looking down at his flushed face and glistening lips.

wiping the mix of his own spit and your release off his chin, he smiled up at you, "you don't think you liked that? just a little bit?". his tone was teasing, the smile curling up into a smirk.

"stop, chris.." you shyly giggled, playfully dodging his hand away from your cheek when he reached to cradle your face, a soft, pink hue taking over the soft skin of your cheeks. to say you liked it was a complete understatement.

more bsf!chris x inexperienced!reader here!

𝜗𝜚˚࿔ notes: thank u so much anon!!:3 i hope i got her embarrassment across without making it the whole plot lol. and it's ok!! thank u all so much for the absolute love on this au, it makes me giggle so bad.

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all to myself - mechanic!toji nsfw oneshot

cw: nsfw!!!, size kink, head(giving and receiving), switch!toji, dilftoji, coworker trope ig, unprotected p in v, he cleans you up ;), not proofread;-;

wc: 2k (yeahhhh it gets pretty steamy, buckle up buttercup)

the summer heat was starting to get to you, the ac in the shop had been broken for a while now and it's not like your boss was making a point to get it fixed. you finish putting a new battery in a car as a bead of sweat crept down your face, preemptively turning around as you see toji's reflection in the silver of the hood, "are you sure you've got that? i wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, doll." he asks, poking fun at the fact you were too small to be working on cars in the first place. you laugh dryly, "seems easy enough if you can do it, does it not?" you reply, causing toji to take a step back. "hey my fault being concerned. boss wants ya though." toji says, his tone had shifted, and you couldn't help but worry that you hurt his feelings, "oh, alright. i'll head over there when in a minute." you reply. toji nods, walking away briskly.

toji was a confusing man, flirting with you one day and completely ignoring you the next. it should've turned you away from him, but if anything, it just made you more interested in the older man.

it's only here do you realize just how good the dark haired man looks in his uniform, his grease-stained coveralls tied around his waist, revealing the black tank underneath, which hugged his pecs and exposed his large arms. your mind began to wander, and toji could feel eyes on him, "it's not nice to stare, y/n!" he yells across the garage with a sly smirk. having been called out, you start to blush and turn around, unable to find something to say back to him. usually, the two of you would have kept going, but something had changed. you say your end of service spiel to the customer, lead them back to their vehicle and make your way into the bosses' office.

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you reach the end of your shift, and now it's just you and toji closing up shop. after mopping the floor and counting the register, it's time for you to get changed out of your coveralls and head home. you open the door and start to get undressed when you hear the door open behind you, "oh! sorry i can wait." you exclaim, aware that toji needs to pick megumi up from daycare. he licks his lips, "nah, it's okay, doll. ladies first." he says, backing out of the room. you turn to lock the door, but you decide to leave it open just a crack, hopeful toji would come back or better yet, take you home with him.

you shimmy out of your uniform, and toji watches from the inviting crack in the door. unable to take his eyes away from your beautifully greasy and sweaty body, the way your panties hugged your hips made his throat dry. his mind wandering and leading him to his thick, long, cock making your stomach puff up. he decided then and there that he wanted, no, needed to be inside of you. you turn around, noticing toji,"fuhisguro! what are you doing?" you exclaim sarcastically, opening the door. "oh you don't know what you do to me, y/n." toji practically whispers, closing and finally locking the door behind him, his cock was already twitching at just the thought of finally having you to himself. despite the two of you being alone, you got excited at the potential of getting caught.

toji towered over you, his eyes now darkened with lust. you reach for his bulge and he lets out a moan so small, you swear you misheard him, "oh i think i do." you say, untying his coveralls. your fingers graze his waistband and he flinches. "is this okay?" you ask, slightly concerned you did something wrong. toji looks down at you, "you never have to ask, doll. 's just been a while." you nod, taking the tip of his member into your mouth, swirling your tongue around as he whimpers.

"fuck, y/n." he mumbles, thrusting his cock deeper into your throat, causing you to grip his muscular thighs for stability as you gag a little bit. you dig your nails in, sending chills down his spine; he grabs your hair with one hand and uses the other to wipe the sweat from his forehead. toji can barely handle it, and he lets out a moan as he finishes in your throat.

"shit, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to." he stutters out as he takes his semi-hard member out of your mouth. you smile and swallow his load, making him blush, "it's okay, toji. but what do you want to do now?" you ask with a slight smile as you stand up.

"well, doll. i gotta pick up the kid, so [...]" he trails off, grabbing a shop rag to wipe himself clean. you both put on your normal clothes and head out to your cars so you can go back to your respective homes.

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toji could not stop thinking about you whatsoever, and while the blowjob was mind-blowing, he was stuck up on the fact that he never returned the favor. so, after dropping off gumi at his friends house, he decided to go to your place. hoping you decided to stay in for the day. toji arrives and you open the door for him, surprised to see him, "oh? what are you doing here?" you ask playfully. stepping aside to let him in, you finally get the chance to see him the way you've always iamagined.

today toji had on basketball shorts, which didn't leave much left to imagine, not that the burning image of his cock shoved into your mouth wasn't bright as day, but still. you had just gotten out of the shower when he answered, so you had on nothing but a thin robe, causing toji's mouth to water as he imagined the beautiful body underneath. "y/n, i can't stop thinking about that night." he admits to you sheepishly as you lead him to your couch.

"if you sit down, i can do it again," you reply with a smirk, patting the couch next to you. toji shakes his head, "no, doll. i wanted to taste you." he says, now standing in front of you, nudging your legs open with his knee.

"mmm, please?" he urges, taking your hand in his, getting onto his knees. you take a second to think about it, and open your legs to let him in, but not before taking a second to actually look at him. he's rugged. his black hair tousled into a sexily messy pile as his dark eyes looked into yours. you can tell he hasn't shaved in a while, his stubble starting to come back, but you decided that wouldn't be an issue. you needed this.

toji reaches his and towards your now throbbing clit, "oh you're so wet for me, doll," he smirks, finally touching you as you moan in respose. his large digits slide into you as he runs his tongue along your folds, he smiles to himself when he feels you tightening around his fingers. seeing how you moved your hips to have more of him was causing a tent to form in his shorts and he groans against you as he gently takes your clit into his mouth, and you can feel your legs tremble already. you can feel yourself about to finish, and toji can too. your wanton moans filled the room as he kept eating you out.

and then he stops, taking his fingers out of you and putting them into his mouth to suck them clean. "tojiiii," you whine in response, "i wasn't done yet." he smirks at you, any part of his personailty now taken over by lust. he leans forward to kiss you, "im sorry, but i need to be inside of you, doll." he says. as he takes his shorts off to reveal his member, you see the precum leaking from the tip.

he places his fingers on your lips, "open up, pretty girl, i want you to tatse youself too." he commands, and as you suck on his digits, he lets out a loud moan, "mmm, that's a good girl."

toji takes his fingers out of your mouth and uses your spit to lubricate himself, the tip of his dick now positioned at your entrance, begging to be let in. you nod at him, "go ahead, i can take it."

toji is big, much bigger than you've ever had, your face twists in a slight discomfort as you feel yourself stretch around him, "oh you poor thing, not used to having a real man eh?" toji remarks, starting his routine of gentle, short strokes into you. if we're being honest, you weren't 'used to' anything toji did, his deceiving demeanor constantly surprising you.

you wrap your legs around toji as he starts to speed up his thrusts, his long cock poking at your g-spot as you dig your nails into his back.

toji felt the knot in the pit of this stomach tighten as his thrusts got rougher, the rhythm he once had being taken away by how intoxicating your pussy was to him. he buries his face in your neck and leaves bite marks trailing down to your shoulder, "y/n," he warned, "i'm close." maybe he didn't mind having another kid he thought to himself as he saw your face contorting to reflect the intense pleasure his body brought you, "mmmh, too." you mumble, his cock causing you to lose all sense of self as your legs push yourself away from him in a futile attempt to move.

"nuh-uh, doll. no running away this time," toji whispers as he pulls you back to him. now, he's bottomed out, the tip of his member making a clear bump towards the bottom of your stomach. you look down at the symphony of squelching the two of you are making and you cum around toji, gripping his shoulders to stop yourself from ascending to the heavens as your vision turns white. toji grips your hips and proceeds to use you to finish himself off, and you can't say you hated being his toy.

"oh holy shit, y/n. you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, look at you, taking it like a good girl." toji says with a whimper as he finishes inside of you. he doesn't pull out right away, in fact, he never wants this moment to end. with your face contorted in pleasure as your sweet pussy was still gripping him, he thinks to himself maybe i don't mind having another kid.

the puzzle the two of you were entangled in dissipated as the grip you had on toji got exceedingly weaker. your legs fall, letting him pull out. the mixture of your fluids soon started to fall from your legs and as you reach for something to clean yourself up with, he stops you. "i want to do it," he says eagerly, your brain unable to decipher what he meant after toji had you reach your limit just now. "okay, but you have to be gentle," you reply sheepishly, willing to take yourself as far as toji would help you along the way. he grins, excited that you're willing to be his toy.

toji gets back into his well-earned spot in-between your legs, your pussy slightly red from the fun he had just had with you. he blows a cold breath onto you, causing you to flinch in excitement. he kisses your entrance before sticking his tongue inside of you, swirling it in circles just how you did when you started this whole thing. you throw your head back against the couch you honestly forgot you were on and scream, "oh god toji, p-please don't stop." your eyes meet as he starts to rub your clit with his thumb.

"oh don't worry, doll. you're my new favorite toy," he says without taking his mouth off of you. you're barely holding on and you know you should've been done a long time ago, but who would've known toji had this much in him? who could've thought he'd have so much of himself in you?

notes: sorry if it's rough! but wow oh wow has this been something ive thought of a lot. i hope you enjoyed xoxo - jib

[holybibly]

The latest news, my sugar bunnies.

Unholy thoughts of the day: Seonghwa's oral fixation always gets worse before a concert, as his girlfriend you help him to relieve the tension.

"Seonghwa, baby, you have to… you have to get ready for the concert…" Your hot, wet breath fanned the soft, thin skin of his ear, sending shivers of excitement down his spine. "Can you hear me, baby?" But all your attempts to get through to him were completely useless because Seonghwa could barely concentrate on your words. And how could he, when you were fucking yourself deep and slow on his cock, with two of your fingers sliding sensually between his plump, wet lips, rubbing against his tongue and caressing the inside of his cheeks? Your rings clinked against his perfect, snow-white teeth as you pushed them deeper into his insatiable mouth, pressing the soft tips of your fingers to the back of his tongue. "It's… so good… I just need a little more…" That's all he can manage to get out. His velvety, pornographic voice is muffled by the wet sounds of drooling saliva and noisy swallowing as he speaks through your fingers. "Fuck my mouth, my beautiful star… Please… Fuck my mouth… ""Everything for you, Hwa."

Your fingers slip out of his mouth for a moment, all slick with spit and cherry lip balm, only for you to rub it all over his luscious, fuckable lips in a kinky, dirty caress. But Hwa doesn't care, he opens his mouth wider, his eyes rolling back in pleasure, as he thrusts his hips up so that the thick, swollen head of his cock presses right against your cervix. The hot, smooth walls of your cunt immediately tighten around the massive girth, holding it securely in a velvety grip and stimulating the bulging veins on his cock.

"Fuck, Hwa, just like that... You do it so well, the most beautiful boy ever".

Behind the closed door of the dressing room you can still hear the loud cheers of the fans who have come for the sound check and you wonder for the umpteenth time what they would say if they saw Seonghwa like this - needy, whiny and not afraid to beg for what he so desperately wants.

What would his fans say if they found out what a slut he really is?

Your fingers return to his mouth, and his long, soft tongue immediately begins to move diligently to wet your fingers with his saliva.

You grab his chin with your other hand and hold his head still so you can enjoy the fucked look on his beautiful, godlike face. With drool dripping from the corners of his mouth and his dark cat eyes unfocused and heavy, you can easily see how much he enjoys having your fingers in his mouth.

Seonghwa pulls in his cheeks and sucks hard on the tender appendages, his tongue moving fast and chaotically around your graceful fingers, reminding you of how his tongue used to dance in the same way between your labia, licking and rubbing the moist, sensitive folds of your needy little cunt as you swallowed his amazing cock deep down your throat in your favourite 69 this morning.

You begin to move on his cock again, noticing how Hwa's eyes glaze over, becoming nothing more than a smooth black mirror. He looks like he's in a daze. Drool drips from his luscious lips, his tongue lolls out as he tries to swallow your fingers.

His loud, whimpering moans come through your fingers, and you just push them deeper, making contact with the back of Seonghwa's throat, making him choke on both his saliva and your fingers.

But just as you're about to pull away, thinking that maybe things have gone too far, Hwa's teeth sink into your fingers and his lips close tightly around you, preventing you from pulling his treat from your mouth. His muscular thighs begin to move wildly, the fast pace hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your walls clench, fluttering around Seonghwa's cock.

He came before you, his whole body shaking and his eyes rolling back. Hwa is too stunned to notice that you're carefully pulling yourself away from his cock and instead start rubbing your swollen clit hard and fast to bring yourself to orgasm.

The sound of his name falling from your lips as you finally cum catches his attention, and Hwa smiles apologetically at you, looking away shyly.

"Sorry, angel, I didn't mean to..." Seonghwa squeezes out barely audibly, his voice getting huskier and lower.

You smile lovingly at him, kissing his rosy cheek lightly.

"It's okay, love, really. I don't mind helping my handsome boyfriend with his damn hot oral fixation. But I still expect you to fuck me senseless after the concert."

[dilf-hunter-fantasies]

[900 words of fluff, smut, and breeding kink]

Daydreaming about...

Husband!Joel Miller and the first time it slipped from your lips.

You hadn’t meant for it to happen. 

It was a sultry summer evening, the kind where the air still clung to you even after the sun dipped below the horizon. You’d both been a little buzzed, the walk home from the neighborhood block party filled with laughter and teasing touches. 

Joel had barely managed to close the front door before his lips were on yours, his hands greedy and warm as they wandered under your sundress.

It had been the kind of night where everything felt heightened—the taste of his tongue against yours, the way his calloused palms felt against your skin, and how his every touch seemed to unravel you. He’d taken you to bed with that intense, unfiltered adoration in his eyes, the kind that always left you weak in the knees. 

He was almost too much, murmuring worshipful praises into your ear, and against every inch of your skin. He had that sparkle in his eyes that made you melt. Everything was a pleasant blur, the way your bodies fit together, your giggles as he nearly growled, trying to pull you closer. 

The haze of his tender, overwhelming love, was more intoxicating than the warmth of the sun and the last hints of alcohol buzzing in your veins. He was pure devotion, attuned to every part of your body, every thought you might have, and coaxing you into a state of euphoria. 

You didn’t even realize you were talking, rambling softly between gasping breaths as he rocked into you, filling you to the brim until your eyes rolled back. But you’d been singing sweet praises right back to him. 

“So good,” you whispered. “Just like that, fuck.” 

And he did exactly as you said, hitting that perfect angle that had you floating away, lost in the bliss. 

And then it happened. 

Slipping free, soft and breathy between moans. “Oh, fuck,” your brows scrunching together in that way they always did when you were close. “Cum deep, baby, I need it.” Another moan rolled through you as he thrust his cock so deep it kissed the end of you. “That’s it. I want to carry it inside me, always. Fill me up until it takes, Joel.” 

Joel had frozen for a moment, his gaze locking on yours with an intensity that stole your breath. His cock twitched inside of you like he was somehow even harder than he’d ever been. Something primal flickered in his dark eyes, his jaw tightening before he let out a deep, guttural groan. 

Whatever switch you’d flipped in him sent him spiraling into something wild, feral. He’d pumped into you like it was his sole purpose, whispering filth and adoration in equal measure, his body relentless against yours until you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began. A tangled vine of limbs. 

Now, a couple of years into your marriage, that same insatiable energy has returned. But this time it’s real. Tangible. The decision to start trying for a baby had been an exciting one, but you hadn’t anticipated how it would unleash a new, unstoppable side of your husband.

Joel’s been radiating pure, unadulterated want for weeks now. It’s in the way he looks at you, like you’re the only thing that matters in the entire universe. It’s in his hands, which can’t seem to stay off you, whether he’s tugging you into his lap on the couch, pressing against you in the kitchen, or pulling you into the shower under the guise of saving water.

You’re attempting to finish making dinner when you feel him behind you. His strong arms slide around your waist, his chest pressing firmly against your back. His hands find their way to your hips first, then drift upward, cupping your breasts as his thumbs tease over the sensitive peaks through the thin fabric of your shirt.

“Sweetheart,” he drawls, his voice rough and low, sending shivers down your spine. “How am I s’posed to keep my hands off ya when you look like this?”

“Joel,” you protest weakly, though the way your breath catches betrays you. “I’m trying to cook.”

“Don’t care,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Need you, darlin’. Right here, right now.” His hands trail lower, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your leggings, and you’re gone, dinner long forgotten as he husks into your ear about how he’s gotta keep you filled up. Spouting off nonsense like how he can hear your pussy beggin’ for him, how she’s feelin’ empty and needs him too.

And somehow, no matter how filthy and feral he gets for you, it’s endearing. Wrapped in love and yearning for the idea of a family. Of more to love. 

The rest of your days—and nights—follow the same pattern. 

You find yourself pinned against the kitchen counter, bent over the couch, tangled in the sheets. He’s unstoppable, each touch, kiss, and thrust carrying a purpose that leaves you trembling and breathless.

Even at work, he’s insatiable. A quick trip to his job site to drop off his lunch turns into a heated, stolen moment in the back of your car. His kisses are ravenous, his hands rough but loving as he pulls you into his lap, his gruff voice murmuring, “Can’t wait, baby. Need you now.”

Every touch feels like a vow, every whispered word a promise. Joel loves you with his whole being, and now, with the thought of building a family together, that love has taken on an obsessive edge that leaves you dizzy and utterly devoted to him.

Late one night, as you lie together in the afterglow, his hand splayed possessively over your lower belly, he looks at you with those hearts in his eyes.

“This time,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “I feel it.” 

And you believe him. 

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mingyu making you squirt multiple times by eating you out and fucking you on your wedding night?

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It was your wedding night and you were laying on the bed, your body filled with anticipation for what was to come. Mingyu was on top of you, his eyes filled with desire and love as he gazed down at you. He began kissing your neck, slowly moving down to your chest, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites on your skin.

He took his time exploring your body, making sure to worship every inch of it. He moved lower and lower, his lips now reaching your inner thighs. He gently bit down on them, making you squirm beneath him. "I can't wait to make you a mess," he whispered against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. He then spread your legs apart, settling himself between them.

He looked up at you with a smirk, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "You're already so wet for me, princess," he teased, running a finger along your slick folds. He leaned in closer, his nose nuzzling against your core. "My beautiful wife," he repeated, his voice dripping with possessiveness. He placed a soft kiss on your clit, making you gasp and arch your back.

"All mine to devour," he growled, his tongue now circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. He began to eat you out with fervor, his tongue exploring every crevice of your pussy. He gripped your thighs tightly, holding you in place as he continued his relentless assault. You were a moaning mess, your hands tangled in his hair as you held on for dear life. He knew exactly how to use his tongue to make you feel good, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"You taste so sweet," he groaned, his words vibrating against your skin. He then inserted two fingers inside you, curling them upwards to hit your g-spot repeatedly. You let out a loud moan as he found that spot, your hips bucking against his face. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you," he encouraged, his fingers pumping in and out of you faster.

"M-Mingyu, please don't stop," you manage to gasp out, your voice shaky and needy. He chuckled at your plea, loving the way you begged for him. "I won't, darling. I'll keep going until you're completely spent," he promised, his fingers picking up the pace even more. He looked up at you with a smirk, his eyes filled with love and adoration.

"And as your husband, it's my duty to take care of your needs," he said, his voice low and sultry. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your earlobe. "And I plan on doing a very good job at that," he purred, biting your earlobe lightly. You could feel your orgasm building up, your whole body trembling with pleasure.

He could tell that you were close, so he doubled his efforts, sucking and licking on your clit even harder. You were panting heavily, your chest heaving up and down as you struggled to catch your breath. "I can feel you clenching around my fingers, darling," he teased again, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and lust. He curled his fingers again, applying pressure directly to your g-spot and making you see stars.

"Cum for me, love," he commanded, his voice firm yet gentle. With a final thrust of his fingers, you finally reached your climax, your body arching off the bed as you screamed his name. He continued to work you through your orgasm, guiding you down from your high with gentle kisses and praises. He pulled his fingers out of you and slowly licked them clean, savoring your taste on his tongue.

"Such a good girl," he praised, his eyes dark with desire. He moved back up your body, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along the way until he reached your face. He cupped your cheeks in his hands, looking at you with a hungry gaze. "I want to claim you as mine, make you mine forever," he said, his voice filled with passion and dominance. He positioned himself between your legs once again, his hard cock pressing against your entrance. He looked down at you, his hands gripping your hips possessively.

"Are you ready, princess?" he asked, his eyes locked on yours. You nodded, biting your lip in anticipation. He slowly pushed himself inside you, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls surrounding him. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he hissed, his jaw clenched tightly. He began to move, slowly thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. "So much better," he repeated, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "You're mine forever, my wife."

His pace gradually picked up, his hips snapping against yours with a newfound intensity. He was completely lost in the moment, completely focused on the way your body fit perfectly against his. "You're all mine to ruin," he growled, his hands moving to grip your thighs and push them further apart. He continued to pound into you, his grip on your thighs so tight that it was sure to leave bruises. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans mixing with his grunts of pleasure.

"Take it, take all of me," he commanded, his thrusts becoming rougher and more desperate. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, your eyes rolling back as he continued to dominate you. You could feel yourself getting close again, your walls clenching around his cock as you approached another orgasm. "G-gonna cum again," you whimpered, your voice weak and shaky. He smirked at your words, his thrusts becoming even more relentless.

"Good, cum for me again while I fill you up," he said, his voice commanding and demanding. Your second orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your body convulsing beneath him as you cried out his name once more. He followed soon after, spilling his hot seed deep inside you as he let out a loud groan of satisfaction. He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses against your skin as he slowly came down from his high. "I love you so much," he murmured against you, his voice filled with affection and exhaustion. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to you as you whispered, "I love you too, more than anything." He smiled against you, his body relaxing in your embrace.

"I hope you know that I'm never letting you go now we’re married," he said, his tone playful yet serious.

[admirationandromantics]

Best Friend's Brother

This request is literally 10 days old, which, to some, might not seem as a long time. For me however, it is. I'm sorry, but as I've described, I'm just trying to balance writing and school right now, so I'll be writing a little less than before.

Word count: 1,6k (unedited)

could u write a best friend older brother trope josh x reader. luv you works btww xx -anon

I knock on the door, waiting for Beth to open up. We’d planned a movie night while her parents were gone, and Hannah was at Sam’s. Josh was still home, but she told me he wouldn’t be a bother, and would probably stay in his room the whole night. 

I have met him many times before, and would even call us friends. Though at the same time, I often wonder if he looks at me like another baby sister, despite only being one year apart. He often gives me a hard time, teasing me and joking around, but most times, I don’t mind. I usually also hope that he never means anything with his small occasional comments, because nothing will happen either way. My best friend’s brother? That would be a problem just waiting to happen. 

Josh and I have been drunk together, partied together and been on get togethers together, though I’m not familiar with everyone in their group yet. 

I stand outside, my patience running low in the cold weather, wishing I brought a scarf. I hear footsteps coming from inside. Finally. The door unlocks, and a broad, tan Josh in a thin rolled up sweater and some sweatpants stands there, arm against the doorframe. He gives a small smile, looking me over. 

“Well, look who decided to come while the parents are out” he coos, a small whistling sound coming out of his lips. 

“Well, hello Joshua, care to let me in?” 

He smiles, contemplating whether to make this difficult or not. I look around, sighing and waiting for an answer, thinking about shouting Beth’s name and telling her that her brother is being a prick. Luckily, he opens the door further, making space for me to walk inside. “Thank you” I say, trying to hide my smile a bit. I’ve been here many times before, so I immediately know where to hang my coat and leave everything else. Josh keeps standing there, watching me. 

“Beth is out, said something about getting snacks for your movie night” He explains, and I nod. The store is not far from here, so she will probably be back soon. 

“Well then, do you know which movie she’s got planned?”

“Of course I do, I’m the one who helps pick them out”

I give him a curious and sceptical look, not having heard this before. He keeps his gaze locked on my gaze, a small smirk playing on his lips. 

“Have you?” 

“Every time” 

My mouth opens a little. Beth is always talking about her great taste in movies, never having mentioned this before. 

“No, are you serious? Beth has never given you any credit”

“Little sisters… what do you expect?” 

I hum, not knowing how to respond to that. I walk inside, him following closely as I sit myself by the kitchen counter. 

“So, what movie have you chosen then?” I ask, looking up at him again. Instead of sitting, he just leans against the counter with one arm, body turned my way. I can’t help my gaze, looking over his revealed forearms. 

“Something a bit different than usual…” he smirks, eyes following my gaze down to his arms. I break free, leaning forward a bit. 

“Okay, what movie?” 

“A scary one” 

“No”

“Oh yes” 

I whine, leaning back again. I hate scary movies, I hate jumpscares and gore. Why can’t people just like normal, funny, cozy stuff? 

“Josh, are you serious?”

“And there we go, you’re starting to use my nickname” 

“Joshua! Are you serious?”

“Well, that lasted for long”

I sigh, rolling my eyes. This is not how I want to spend my night, and considering that the walk home will be dark and scary, this movie will definitely fuel my fears. 

“Hey, calm down, it’s a good movie, maybe you just haven’t seen a good scary movie yet, this one might change your mind about the whole genre” He smiles, a hand going to my arm. I can't help the small blush coming from the touch, his fingers warm and comforting. I don’t want to do this, but I really can’t object when Beth is the one getting everything ready, and I just need to show up and have a good time. Or pretend I’m having a good time. 

The door opens, and his hand is immediately removed as Beth comes in, a big bag in her hands. She doesn’t notice me at first. 

“Beth!” I exclaim, and she lifts her head, nose a little red from the cold outside. 

“Hey, oh sorry, I didn’t have time to go earlier today” 

“That’s completely fine, here, let me take it” I state, walking over and taking the bag from her hands as she starts undressing. 

“My brother didn’t bother you?” 

I look over at him, and he just gives a small laugh, shaking his head and putting his hands up defensively. 

“No, he was fine” 

“Good, now, let's go” She smiles, leading me away from him, into their living room. She finds a couple of bowls, letting me distribute the snack in them as she works on getting the movie going. 

“Okay, so I know you’re not a scary movie-person, but I know this one is really good, so please, keep an open mind” 

I laugh a little, thinking back on the fact that Josh is the one who actually picked this out. 

“I’ll keep an open mind then” 

“Great” 

The movie starts, and we both sit down, a blanket over us as the lights dim. At first, the movie seems fine, the occasional jump scare, which scares me much more than it does Beth. Still, I keep watching, body tense and uncomfortable, but I can’t take my eyes off it. We’re in the middle when someone gets violently cut up, and the camera doesn’t bother to show us anything else than the blood and flesh flying everywhere, the gore not stopping. I take a breath, pulling my eyes from the screen and standing up. 

“I just need to use the bathroom”

“Gonna puke?”

I laugh a little, the tension in my shoulders easing as she talks. 

“No, but if there’s no important information in this sequence, please feel free to skip it, I'll be quick” I say, already making my way to the yellow-lighted hallway. It's light, in contrast to the room I was just in, and that makes me ease up a little more. Gosh, if this was to keep going, I wouldn’t dare walking home tonight. 

Suddenly, I hear a click, and the light goes away, leaving me in the dark hallway. I stop, looking around, unsure about what just happened. Another breath escapes my lips, reminding me that I can’t keep holding my breath everytime something startling happens. The hallway looks empty both ways, so I continue further, crossing my fingers that the light in the bathroom at least works. 

Before I can react, a couple of strong arms grab me from behind, caging me. I’m about to yell out, but as if anticipating it, the hand goes over my mouth, muffling my screams. I’m slammed into the wall, not too hard, luckily, but I close my eyes before the impact arrives. As I open them again, a smiling Josh is standing in front of me, biting his lips to hold in his laugh. My heart is still beating fast, breaths coming in and out in a rapid manner. I grab his hand roughly, dragging it off my mouth. 

“Joshua Washington! Are you fucking insane??” 

He bursts out laughing, arms against the wall beside me, holding himself up as he leans over. I shake my head, mouth still a little open in shock, whilst he can’t stop laughing. 

“Maybe, but you should’ve seen your face!” He chuckles, one of his hands going to his stomach to compose himself. It’s probably hurting right now from all the laughter. 

“Joshua! What the hell is wrong with you!?” 

“Okay, okay, calm down, just a little prank on my part” He smiles, finally calming down. 

“I have been watching a fucking horror movie, and you pull this shit?”

He bites his lip again, tilting his head a bit to examine me. 

“Oh, come on now, you’re totally thinking it’s funny” 

“No, I’m not” 

“Or you’re into it or something…”

“Wait, what, no I’m not, what kind of sick-”

Before I can process what’s happening, his lips are on me. I feel his breath, his body close, soft lips moving ove mine. My heart is still beating rapidly, but oddly enough, it calms with the way he’s touching me. Tender and carefully, not like himself at all. His hand goes to my waist, body pressing mine into the wall, opening his mouth a little. I hear a little groan leaving his throat. He pulls away, faces close as his eyes go over me, looking up and down. I almost think he looks a little vulnerable, but his signature smirk finds its way to his lips again. 

“Well then, calmer now?” 

I look at him, confused, conflicted. I scoff, shaking my head a bit. 

“No, I think I need a little more help” I state, hand going to the back of his neck, pulling him into me again. Capturing his lips on mine, already opening my mouth. He does the same, one hand on my hips, pulling me into him. 

“Hey, finished in the bathroom soon? I’ve paused the movie, the gore is over!” Beth shouts from the living room. We both pull away from each other and look over to the living room, luckily not seeing her there. I look back at him, seeing his chest heaving, hot breaths coming from his mouth. He turns, looking into my eyes. 

“Guess we better finish calming you down later” He smiles, pushing himself off me and the wall, walking back to his room. 

Fuck, what have I gotten myself into?

[crimsonnsstuff]

i’m so obsessed with mean dom namgyu . i keep thinking about working at his club before the games but i’m no good at it . so i’m pulled into his office , bent over his desk being thought how to give proper service AHHHHH

You were at the club, dancing, a cup in your hand. You were wearing black cheetah print fishnets, a dark purple dress, and black boots. The club was packed and music was blasting.

You feel a hand on your hip and you turn around to see Namgyu. He was the owner of the club. You knew him because he was one of your brothers close friends. “Hey there, pretty.” He mutters. You could smell the booze on his breath.

“Hiya!” You answer back. “What do you say we go into my office, huh?” He says. You smirks and nod, he grabs your cup out of your hand and sets it on the nearest table.

He grabs your wrist and guided you to his office, pushing past the crowd of drunken people. Once he gets to his office he pushes you inside and locks the door behind him. You can hear the now muffled music. “Hey, I liked that song too”

His office smelled of cologne and cigarettes. There was an ashtray on the desk beside the stack of papers, you knew his ass knew nothing about out paper work. He takes out a cigarette and lights it, putting it between his lips.

He walks closer to you and grabs your ass. “Jump.” He commands. You jump and he catches you in his arms. He sets you into his desk and he smiles up at you, hands running up and down your thighs.

He hikes your dress up and kicks your legs apart. He looks at your pussy through the fishnets. He smirks and picks you up, spins you around, and bends you over the desk. He impatiently pulls your stockings down. He hiked your dress up. He rips your panties to get to your pussy.

“Hey! These are my favorite panties!” You squeal, cutting yourself off with a yelp as he slaps your ass. “Shut up, slut. I’ll buy you a new pair.” He says, running a finger up your slit and you whimper.

He rubs your clit roughly. He pulls his fingers back and slaps your ass, making you yelp. He puts one hand on your hips. You hear his belt unbuckling and his pants dropping to the floor.

"Tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "I want this," you breathed out, your hands gripping the sides of his desk. He rubs his cock along your pussy, making you try and push yourself back onto him. “Don’t move, slut.”

With a swift motion, he entered you, the sudden fullness making you cry out, the sound swallowed by another kiss. The rhythm he set was relentless, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. His name became a mantra on your lips, the only word you could form amidst the pleasure.

He reaches around and wraps his hand around your throat, pulling you back so your back is pressed against his chest. You let out a scream and he throws his other hand over your mouth, continuing to thrust into you roughly.

You felt like you were being torn apart, his thick cock in your tight pussy. He groans as he feels you drip around him. “You’re soaking my dick, whore.” He growls in your ear, making you whine into his hand.

“I-I’m gonna cum!” You whine, but it comes out muffled. “Don’t you dare. If you cum I swear to god I’m gonna fucking kill you.” He murmers. You try to hold it in, legs shaking wildly, and pussy convulsing around him.

“Cum, slut.” He growls. You didn’t have to be told twice, squirting on his cock while your legs shake. He chuckles and cums in you with a grunt. He slams you back down so you’re bent over the desk again. He pulls out and watches as his cum and your cum leaks out of you like a fountain.

“Such a good little cumdump.”

A few days later you hear a knock on the door. It was early in the morning. You walk down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You stop at the door. “Who is it?” There’s not response.

You groan and open the door but you don’t see anybody. You look down and see a small pink box. You raise an eyebrow. You bend over and pick it up. You shut the door behind you and walk into the kitchen, setting the pink box down.

You slowly open it. You smirk as you see what is inside. It was a pair of panties. They were light pink and they had lace. The lace was a slightly hotter and brighter pink. There was a note.

I like you in pink ;)

You smirk to yourself and run upstairs to try them on.

[itsnesss]

heyy, could you write a jun-ho smut with a jealous reader (I didn't think of any specific situation), I'm sorry, english is not my first language 😭😭

I love your writing so much!!!

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader

summary | you feel insecure and jealous during a dinner with jun-ho, especially when another woman approaches him. after an intense emotional moment, jun-ho reassures you in the restaurant bathroom. the scene ends with jun-ho asserting his dominance and claiming you publicly, leaving no doubt about your relationship

warnings | jealousy and possession, insecurity, smut, explicit content, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, semi public

word count | 2.7 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The restaurant was filled with laughter and conversations. You could hear the clinking of wine glasses and plates being served in the distance, but everything seemed distant to you. Sitting at the table next to Jun-ho, you felt that, no matter how hard you tried to enjoy it, something didn’t fit. The atmosphere seemed lively, but you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. His coworkers were talking about topics you didn’t fully understand, and although you tried to follow the flow of the conversation, your thoughts always returned to one thing: her.

It was impossible not to notice. The girl, with her dark hair and melodic laughter, stayed close to Jun-ho the entire time. Every time he made a joke, she laughed louder than the others, casually touching his arm, as if they shared a complicity you couldn’t reach. Every time their eyes met, you felt as if the air around you thickened, as if the world suddenly shrank, leaving you alone in the middle of that crowd.

The focus of attention seemed to always be Jun-ho, but there was something in the way she got close to him that made you twist inside. It wasn’t just that they were talking; it was the way they looked at each other, as if they shared a secret history that you didn’t know.

You felt increasingly uncomfortable, like an intruder, and when she leaned toward him to say something, touching his arm again, you couldn’t stop an intense feeling of jealousy from taking over you. You felt stupid, but you couldn’t help it. Why did it bother you so much to see how they laughed together, how they got close, as if they were the only ones in the room?

Jun-ho, unaware of your thoughts, continued enjoying the conversation. His coworkers also seemed charmed by his presence. He was the center of attention, and you, even though you were sitting next to him, felt invisible. Was it always like this with everyone? So close, so natural? You couldn’t stop wondering what they had that you didn’t.

With your heart racing, you took a sip of wine, trying to calm down, but when you looked at the girl again, you saw her smiling, moving even closer to him. Something inside you exploded. You didn’t want to be there, you didn’t want to keep seeing that scene. No matter how many times you told yourself you shouldn’t feel that way, the anxiety kept growing, taking over your mind and body.

You decided to stand up abruptly. You couldn’t stay there, feeling like the air was suffocating you. Jun-ho looked at you instantly.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, his voice full of concern as he saw you get up from the table.

You felt tense, your breathing irregular, but you tried to keep calm. You looked toward the hallway, feeling the need to get away.

"Just... need some air," you replied, your tone not very convincing, but enough for him not to insist.

Jun-ho stared at you for a moment, then stood up as well. Without a word, he followed you down the restaurant hallway. You didn’t want him to come, but you couldn’t stop him from taking your hand with a firmness that, although gentle, was impossible to ignore.

"Are you sure everything’s okay?" he asked as they walked. There was a hint of concern in his voice, but also something else. Was it jealousy that sparkled in his eyes? You didn’t know, but what you could feel was the tension in his posture, the way his steps became quicker as he noticed you pulling away.

"I just need to be alone for a moment," you replied, but you couldn’t stop your tone from sounding more curt than you had planned. Frustration was starting to surface, and the last thing you wanted was to show Jun-ho how insecure you felt at that moment.

Finally, the two of you reached a small secluded corner, where he stopped you gently, looking at you with an intensity that made you swallow. The distance you had tried to put between you both didn’t exist, and Jun-ho's closeness made you feel more vulnerable than ever.

"What’s going on?" he said, this time without the previous concern, as if he already knew the answer but needed to hear it from you.

You couldn’t keep hiding it. The poison of jealousy coursed through you, and although you knew it wasn’t rational, you couldn’t keep it in anymore.

"It’s just... her... I can’t stop looking at her," you said, gritting your teeth, your gaze fixed on the floor. It was hard to look into his eyes, even though you knew he wouldn’t understand unless you said it. How could you explain that every time she got close to him, you felt like something in your chest was breaking?

Jun-ho remained silent for a moment, and when he finally spoke, his voice was low, but there was a hardness you had never heard before.

"Are you getting jealous?" he asked, his tone so serious it almost made you regret speaking.

The blush appeared on your face instantly. You tried to find an exit, a way to take back the words you had just said, but the truth was, you couldn’t. That’s what you felt. No matter how silly it seemed, you couldn’t stop comparing yourself to her, to the way she seemed to have all of Jun-ho’s attention.

Before you could say anything else, Jun-ho took your hand and, without a word, led you to a nearby door. It was clear that he wasn’t going to let this conversation hang in the air. He wanted you to clarify it, he wanted both of you to clarify it.

He led you to the bathroom, the door closing behind you with a soft click, and the sound of the others’ voices faded away. All that was left was the echo of your breathing, his and yours.

Jun-ho looked at you with unusual intensity. There was a different energy in the air, something palpable, and you could feel it in every fiber of your body. Something had changed in him too, as if the situation had brought out a more passionate, more possessive version of himself.

"I’m going to show you that I’m only yours," he said in a low voice, like a promise, as his fingers traced your face. Every word was a heartbeat, and his eyes wouldn’t let you escape.

Your chest sped up, and when his lips met yours, you couldn’t stop a wave of desire from flooding your body. The kiss was deep, urgently warm, and at first, all you could feel was his closeness, his body pressing against yours with force, as if he wanted to erase everything else from the world.

But it wasn’t just that. You could feel his hands on your body, touching you with a palpable need, as if he were finally claiming you, as if the jealousy had pushed him to prove that only you mattered. And in that moment, all you thought, all the insecurities you had felt, faded completely.

"Jun-ho..." you murmured between kisses, but you didn’t say anything else. It wasn’t necessary.

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, his hands found your waist, pressing you against him as his body moved with the same urgency you felt. His kisses were gentle at first, but they became more intense, more demanding. You didn’t want to stop. You didn’t want anything to separate you from him in that moment.

Without thinking, his fingers found your dress, sliding underneath to caress your legs. You arched towards him, knowing there was no turning back. You wanted to feel his touch, his tongue in your throat, his teeth caressing your nipples. All you wanted was him.

Both of their breaths were heavy, they were both panting, but they couldn't stop. He gently spread your legs, and when his fingers found your wet panties, he couldn't help but let out a deep sound of pleasure. It was as if you had driven him crazy, but you didn't feel guilty. You wanted it that way. You wanted him to realize that only you could make him feel that way.

"You are so beautiful" he said between kisses, moving his tongue along your neck. His fingers found your pussy, pressing it gently.

"Jun-ho... Please" you murmured, but you didn't need to say more. He knew exactly what you needed.

With a softness that surprised you, Jun-ho slipped two fingers into your wet pussy, moving them slowly. You could feel your inner walls caressed by his fingers, the warm touch, the movement so firm and confident, and before you could realize what was happening, your vagina began to contract. You clung to his shoulders, trembling with pleasure, and couldn't help but let out a moan.

Jun-ho continued moving his fingers, looking at you as your walls closed around them. The vision was so erotic, so exciting, that you felt like you were about to explode again.

"That's it, my love," he murmured, moving his thumb towards your clit. Come for me... Come to me, my love.

Your eyes closed and the orgasm took you on a journey of pleasure. You felt like you were flying, as if Jun-ho were the center of the world and you were surrounded by his energy. It was his touch that had brought you there, his finger pressing on your clitoris with softness but firmness, and you could do nothing but surrender to him.

It wasn't until several seconds later, when your breathing began to calm down, that you realized your panties were stained. But you didn't care. You couldn't be happier that Jun-ho had given you an orgasm in the restaurant bathroom, simply because you had made him feel jealous.

The idea was as erotic as it was sexy, and you didn't want it to end. You wanted to keep feeling his touch, feeling him inside you, as if it were possible to merge your bodies into one.

"I want to feel you inside me," you said softly, looking into his eyes. Jun-ho also seemed calm, but his pupils were dilated. You could see in them the need, the desire to fuck you.

Without a word, he lifted you off the ground and set you on the countertop. They were lucky that there was no one around at that moment, or the situation would have been even more embarrassing.

He pulled down his pants and boxers in one swift motion, revealing his hard cock. It was so beautiful, so big, so perfect. You desired her inside you, you wanted to feel her thickness, her warmth.

You didn't wait any longer. You lowered your panties and sat back on the countertop, spreading your legs so he could come closer to you. And that's exactly what he did.

He got between your legs, looking into your eyes as he placed the head of his cock at your entrance. You felt so wet that you knew he could slide in easily. And that's exactly what he did. He slid his cock into you with a smooth but firm motion, and you couldn't help but let out a scream.

"That's it," Jun-ho murmured between kisses, sliding his cock inside you. "You're so wet... You're going to like my cock, aren't you?"

You didn't respond. It wasn't necessary. You let his cock fuck you, let his touch take you to a wave of pleasure, while his fingers played with your nipples. And it didn't matter that you were in the bathroom of a crowded restaurant. The only thing that mattered was him, his body on top of you, his cock fucking you with such need.

"How does it feel?" you said in a whisper, arching towards him with each thrust—. How does it feel when you fuck me? What does it make you feel when you have me inside?

Jun-ho seemed lost in his own sensations, but upon hearing you, he opened his eyes again. He looked into your eyes with a burning intensity.

"It makes me feel powerful," he said in a very low voice, moving his hips so that his cock sank even deeper into you. It makes me feel like only I can do it, like only my cock can do it.

You felt yourself blush, but you didn't stop. You couldn't, you didn't want to. You wanted to listen more.

"And what does it make me feel?" you asked, tightening your walls around his cock. He let out a sound of pleasure, but continued speaking.

"It makes you feel like I'm yours," he replied in a firm voice. It makes you feel like you own my cock. As if only you deserved it.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to tell him that he was also your master. But you didn't. You couldn't speak, because at that moment, Jun-ho moved faster, thrusting his cock so deeply that you couldn't help but orgasm.

Yes, an orgasm, right there, in the bathroom of the most public place, with Jun-ho fucking you. And you couldn't complain. The sensation was so intense, so sexy, that you didn't want it to end. But Jun-ho seemed to know you were coming, because he moved harder, squeezing his fingers on your hips.

Your vagina contracted, and Jun-ho began to come. His muscles tensed, his breath stopped, and his cock emptied inside you.

Both were still, panting. You knew you should be ashamed, but you couldn't feel anything but pride. Pride in knowing that Jun-ho belonged only to you, and that he had shown it in the sexiest way you could imagine.

Finally, he pulled out of you and helped you down from the countertop. The semen began to spill onto your panties, but you didn't want to clean yourself. You wanted to take it home, feel its touch on your panties all day.

Jun-ho smiled upon seeing the expression on your face.

"Don't worry," he murmured, kissing you softly. I think you already understood. "You're jealous, and I'm going to give you something so you always feel secure. Okay?".

You didn't respond. You didn't need to do it. You knew that Jun-ho would always be there for you, but only for you. And that was more than enough.

After what happened in the bathroom, everything seemed different. The air between you and Jun-ho was charged with a new tension, something you had never experienced with him before. The words he had whispered to you in the middle of the kiss kept resonating in your mind: "I'm going to show you that I'm only yours." You felt yourself going crazy, every fiber of your being burning with the intensity of his caresses, but now there was something even stronger, a need you couldn't ignore.

When Jun-ho opened the bathroom door, the noise of the restaurant hit you full force, but it was no longer the same. Even though the others continued chatting and laughing, the world felt more distant than ever. You walked beside him, as if you were floating, and the only thing you could think about was what had happened between the two of you, what he had shown.

The curious thing was that, instead of trying to smooth over the situation or hide what had just happened, Jun-ho seemed even more confident about what had occurred. And as soon as they returned to the table, he made no attempt to separate from you.

As they moved forward, you felt more uncomfortable. Everything seemed to be happening at a different speed, as if everything around you were slowed down, while your body continued to vibrate with the electricity that Jun-ho had left in you. Your eyes searched for hers, but this time, you felt no fear, no jealousy, no insecurity. Jun-ho's dominance over you was so clear that, for the first time, you felt completely secure.

The place was lively, but when they reached the table, something in the atmosphere changed. Everyone seemed so busy with their conversations that they didn't notice the immediate change in the interaction between you and Jun-ho. However, what happened next made it clear that he no longer intended to hide what was between the two of them.

Jun-ho sat down again, but this time, he didn't let you sit next to him like before. No, this time he took your hand, guiding you onto his lap without hesitation. The murmurs at the table faded as he, with a fixed and dominant gaze, drew you closer, as if ensuring that no one could question who you were to him.

Everyone's eyes turned towards you, and in that moment, you felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. Jun-ho smiled, but it wasn't a kind smile. It was a smile that spoke of possession, of control. Suddenly, you felt his hand slide down your back with a firmness that made you shiver.

"This is so you have no doubt," he murmured, before his lips met yours in a passionate, direct kiss, in front of everyone.

The clash of sensations was immediate. The world around you disappeared, only he and you existed, and the intertwined mouths. The kiss was neither shy nor brief; it was long, intense, full of a promise that didn't need to be verbalized. Jun-ho held you tightly, making your body press closer to his, as if you wanted to disappear into him.

At first, the room fell silent. No one dared to interrupt, surprised by Jun-ho's audacity. But then, someone laughed nervously, and another murmured something softly, as if trying to downplay what had just happened. However, Jun-ho showed no signs of concern. On the contrary, he seemed to enjoy every glance, every whisper at the table, as if he fed off the attention they gave him.

When they finally parted, the air around them was charged, but not with tension, rather with an unbreakable confidence. Jun-ho looked at you with a smile that knew exactly what it was causing. He knew there was no way anyone could doubt what was between them.

"Is that clear to you?" he asked in a low voice, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

Your breath was ragged, but it wasn't just because of the kiss. There was something in his attitude, something in the way he had behaved that had completely shattered you. And now, looking at him, you understood that there were no doubts. There was no room for insecurities. You were with him, and that was all that mattered.

You nodded, without the need to say a word. You knew you didn't need to speak. Jun-ho had done everything he needed to do to make sure there was no room for doubt. And when everyone's attention slowly returned to their own conversations, you felt different. It wasn't that you had been "possessed" in some way, but there was something in that kiss, in that public display of affection and control, that had erased any insecurity you might have had.

The others returned to their conversations, some of them even trying to discreetly glance towards where you and Jun-ho were sitting. But he didn't let you go for a second. The way he held you, the way he looked at you, made you feel like you were his, without the need for words.

[wholoveseggs]

I am currently dealing with my mother being in end care hospice for Alzheimer’s, dreading every time my phone makes a noise because it could be the worst news. I am spending my time either sobbing or a complete zombie with a barely functional brain. (I put a spray bottle in the freezer instead of the drink I was chilling). I live alone and have no close friends or family near me and I just wish I had an Elijah to hold me. I just wish I could lay on top of him in bed, him holding me and petting my hair while I cry.

I totally understand if this is not something you’re comfortable writing, but if you are, I’d really appreciate it. If nothing else, I thank you for reading my message.

Anchor

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{Elijah Mikaelson x Reader} Grief threatens to overwhelm you, but Elijah's calming presence becomes your anchor, reminding you that even in your darkest hours, you are not alone.

♡♡ I love you, anon, and I’m so incredibly sorry that you’re going through this. My heart aches for you, and I hope that this fic can offer you even the smallest moment of comfort. You are not alone, and I’m sending you so much love and strength~ ♡♡

672 words - Warnings: angst, grief, comfort & cuddles

When you are a child, your parents are this big, strong figure. They seem invincible and all-knowing. But then you grow up. And one day, you realize that your parents aren't superman. They aren't invincible and they certainly aren't infallible. Your parents, the same people who were your entire world as a kid, are suddenly human. And sometimes, humans get sick.

Everyone reacts differently, and there's no right or wrong way to feel. There's no road map or set of instructions on how to mourn. You can be angry, or sad, or numb, or all three at the same time. It's a roller coaster, a freefall, and you never know when the next wave of emotions will hit. It's okay to feel what you feel. It's okay to want to hide. And it's also okay to want to be with someone, to have someone to lean on.

You can't change the fact that your parents got sick, and you can't change the outcome. The limbo of losing them while they are still alive is a terrible feeling, like an emotional purgatory. All you can do is focus on yourself, and remember that the pain will pass, eventually.

It was one of those nights when the weight of the world felt unbearable, crushing your chest and making it hard to breathe. You sat curled up on your couch, terrified to look at your phone, waiting for a call you dreaded yet knew was inevitable.

You didn’t notice Elijah’s presence at first. It wasn’t unusual for him to move like a shadow, quiet and gentle, especially when he knew you were hurting. He stood in the doorway for a moment, his dark eyes full of concern, before approaching you with the kind of care only he could manage.

"My love," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. He knelt in front of you, resting his hand on your knee. "You needn't face this alone."

His words broke something inside you. The dam of composure you tried so desperately to maintain crumbled, and the tears you’d been holding back poured out in waves. Elijah didn’t hesitate. He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as your sobs wracked your body.

He carried you to your bed, sitting with his back against the headboard and coaxing you to lay on top of him. His arms wrapped securely around you, one hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back while the other ran through your hair with a tenderness that brought fresh tears to your eyes.

"You’re allowed to grieve," he murmured against your temple. "You’re allowed to feel lost, to feel overwhelmed. But know that I am here. You do not have to carry this burden on your own."

You clung to him like a lifeline, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as though letting go would send you spiraling into the abyss.

"I feel like I’m breaking, Elijah," you choked out. "I don’t know how to do this."

He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment. "You don’t have to be okay right now. You’re enduring something no one should have to endure alone. But you are stronger than you realize, and I will hold you through every moment of doubt and despair."

His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, and though the pain didn’t vanish, the sharp edges dulled ever so slightly. His steady heartbeat beneath your ear became an anchor, a reminder that even in your darkest hours, you had someone who cared deeply for you.

As your breathing evened out and the tears subsided, Elijah continued to stroke your hair, whispering soft reassurances. His presence didn’t fix everything. It couldn’t. But it made the unbearable seem just a little more manageable.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you closed your eyes and let yourself rest, knowing that Elijah would be there, steadfast and unyielding, for as long as you needed him.

[figutii]

fem!reader x arkham knight!jason todd: angst w/ comfort

into my arms.

you didn't know how much you could take until you scream into the grey sky. the sun hides behind the tall skyscrapers, adding to the misery of the city. the harsh wind slaps against your face with every tiring and steep step. you could cry when you think about tomorrow's tasks.

keys rustle.

there was no denying how shocked yet reliefed you are when he illuminates your room, cosmic yet out of place within your confined walls. "jason-!" no denying the timeless prayers for him.

none of his limbs moved, armor standing right before the window. the silence should intimidate you, make you embarassed and ashamed, yet you gulp again, "…arkham knight, sorry."

"spare yourself the formality." you hoped he would put an end to the generated voice and instead reveal himself. you had no choice but be grateful to even have him in front of you.

"…how are you doing?" all the wishes and thoughts from sleepless nights turned into dust. you didn't know how else to cope with the sickening silence.

he breaks into a fit of laughter, helmet pushing back as the fabric around his neck gets exposed.

your arms cramp up, fingers intertwined like a child who's being ridiculed by her teacher in front of the entire class.

"how i'm doin'? how delighted i am! couldn't get better than this." his hand moves down from his stomach. by how sarcastically he mimics your phrasing you can't recollect ever attending a stand-up.

it was betrayal - no, he was never yours to have the right to be mad at him. just a boy from back then, another prey of the dark knight's injustice. you know it. but whenever he opens his mouth to you, you are left with conflict.

"what's it that you want?" you finally inquire, desperately wanting to know what it truly is that fuels him to treat you this low.

"impatient now, aren't we?" you swallow down the lump in your throat as subtle as possible. showing him another sign of weakness would only make you a laughing stock. especially when sweat drenches the inside of your hands.

no matter how much you try, you can only understand him to a certain point. you can refrain from the thousands causes that have crushed his young soul to an inhumane degree, but not this.

"i don't get you- what you want. why come here and berate me?" you clench your teeth in unease, surpressing the shaky words that leave your lips.

the robotic voice is scratching the inside of your ears. "don't act as if you're blind… thought you were smarter than… this. oh, how mistaken i was."

you eyes widen. how dare he talk to you like this? adressing you like you are his enemy? comparing you to the men who inflicted harm on him.

"what the fuck is wrong with you jason? what the hell do you," your palms open up, "want?!" tears assemble between your eyelashes, your head heating up.

"what's wrong with me?" he takes slow steps towards you, the enormous suit making you hold your breath. "since when have you been this blunt reader, huh? what's wrong with me you ask? - tch, turning into the batman now, aren't we?"

your eyeballs could bulge out of their sockets. you pant for breath. "batman?" your jaw shakes under his shadow, eyes not knowing where to see through him. "s-so now i'm the batman? him… seriously?" you weren't sure if you were mad or just sad. out of everyone: the man who let him die.

"you don't make sense jas-"

"ohh, has anything ever made sense to you? after all, you haven't had it very difficult, have you?" he wittily remarks.

nothing has ever made sense indeed. "FUCK YOU JASON! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" your shoulders jerk forwards, face never this close to anyone before.

"shut it."

you breast heaves, the sharp edges of his words letting you relive another case of shame. you can only watch the pixels on his helmet. at this point you just want to chuckle.

"… now i'm bruce, no? are you also gonna fight me? do you ever think about pointing a gun at me, jason - wanna shoot me?" all you see are blue pixels. it's been ridiculous since the start, dumb enough to let it get to this point.

"i might."

sweat drops tickle down your neck.

it's been a very long time since you've lost hope in batman or the remaining vigilantes in gotham. here, away from the wealthy parts you're doomed to be stuck in this madtown. you curse bruce.

the tears escape.

you don't care anymore about his presence - you anticipate his departure through the window like on other occasions so he will leave you by yourself for once and all. you were delusional enough to feed into the lie of being able to fix him. there is no fixing when you aren't the cause nor the remedy.

you hand swipes along your cheekbone, escaping his gaze. the hatred has outweighed the compassion, the trauma that made you look out for him every night from the corner of your window. there is a slight glimpse of that broken little boy and you don't know what to do.

you must have really failed him before you could acknowledge it. oh, how naive and stupid of you. maybe you weren't meant to be in his story. it doesn't matter anymore.

it's all quiet as before when you walk to the door. he knows where the exit is after all.

a big hand engulfs your wrist.

"don't you touch me."

"or else what?"

it feels like another kick to your face. you try to yank him away from you, but it's a failure.

"look, this is my apartment. i don't want to have anything to do with you - so fuck off," you remind, brows furrowed.

your body jolts, the skin around your upper arms pinched. it's getting warmer, his helmet towering right in front of you. "mind repeating that again sweetheart?" the brightness burns your eyes and when you look down he squeezes you harder. "i demand an answer - i don't like rude girls."

something deep inside of you is denying to waste more tears. if this is the end then you might as well deliver your own part.

"i refuse. 'm not talking against a wall," you exhale, which should get you a blow against your skull.

it's blurry at first, but you listen to his cackle instead. "if that makes you feel better about yourself," the translucent shield comes off.

your lips quiver at the scar next to his nose, eyes widening at the J. idioms stammer into disjoined noises. you don't want to see anything anymore, your sniffs echeoing inside four dull walls.

how did it come to this? you have become consumed with rage, no empathy left for the little boy in him. robin. the news caught up with the dissapearance of boy wonder until every part of batman's dirt was swept under the carpet, forever. your past self wouldn't have pushed him away, not like this.

the root of your hair grinds against his armored chest, the picture of the ground too foggy. you have failed him, abandoned your principles. no matter how difficult it would get - you promised to stand next to him and make the child inside him feel safe.

both of you have gone wrong.

"look… at me." memories come back, the once juvenile voice shining through his deep one. blue orbs stare back. there is resentment in his expression yet his strained brows and mouth tell you otherwise.

the firmness around you is gone and he steps back. there isn't more space than before but simulates more distance. you don't know what's next.

you search for eye contact, which he denies with a turn to the window. you know his mouth was agape just seconds ago, arms floating around his thighs in an unsure manner.

he's leaving. what happened to you trying to help him? no words, no action, no sympathy. another unsolved day, the pattern has repeated itself too often to open your mouth now - to change this vicious cycle when it's too late.

the old curtain slides to the side.

his broad back is the only thing that's highlighted by orange light before he gets completely engulfed.

"jason," you say out loud and he almost pauses, but it doesn't stop him.

can you really allow this - another time? again and again? you know you won't see him for a long time after this. no, you won't ever catch him again.

"jason!" you run up. he slowly rotates until his profile takes you in, commentless. the tense skin around his mouth and half-lidded eyes scare but tell you everything you need to do, even if they aren't thought-out.

he observes closely as you get to the windowsill, your hand stretching out. he scrunches his face prominently, while following how you gently lay your fingers against his jaw. you forget about how it could trigger him. the day has been too invasive.

his face reminds you of a bunny, glossy eyes and tense brows. that's the ultimate signal - bending down to his level and at a leisure pace just watching each other. his dark lashes stick together, skin covered by perspiration. there is a mild tang of soap, locks sticking to his forehead.

his hair reminds you of the lucious curls from his teenhood, innocent and cute. the man in front of you hasn't changed much, lips seperated like a curious boy. his breathing haltens, eyes awaiting.

and then you just throw your arms around his shoulders, carefully as your own breathing excelerates. you are too caught up with calming yourself down, not noticing how he freezes. his eyes and mouth are wide open. he is frightened.

his wet hair presses against you. the warm feeling mixed with the material of his upper body is foreign. you want to squeeze yourself closer to him. you endulge it as much as you can, not knowing what will happen after this.

"you don't have to fear jason. it's over, i'm here. i promise you i'll be here with you," the sunlight penetrates your shut lids, its warmness making it feel less darker. you are now ready for whatever is to come. the sunset's red shades haven't been this freeing since years. it could be the last time.

but if this could last longer, you would be the happiest.

something vibrates against your side, guttural voices ringing in your ear. you can't make much out of it, until you hear sobbing.

you are at loss for words.

he's shaking, big arms hindering you from taking a glimpse at his face.

it's now that he needs you the most. your palm has turned numb from rubbing his back at a slow pace. sitting with one leg on the roof shouldn't be this sentimental.

"it's all right big boy, cry. it's okay."

something inside him snaps. he weeps like a child.

reblogs are very much needed

reblogs and comments are much appreciated!! feeling extra girlie sad after reading this :( doing this after escaping uni. i´ve already had a comfort fic with arkham jason so this is kinda diff.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Rock My World (Little Country Girl)

Summary: Couldn't stop thinking about cowboy! Matt Rempe and now you have to suffer for it

Warnings: Smut, PnV, PwP, Talk of past hook-ups, cowboy/bull-riding Matt, Jealous! Matt, Mention of drinking, Friends with benefits type relationship, Public Sex, Wall sex, Talk of reader having a female body... can't think of anything else

Word Count: 3.1k

Matt slammed the door of the bar open and stumbled inside, his boots clomping against the wooden floor. His brown cowboy hat sat low on his head, partially obscuring his dark eyes. As he made his way to the counter, he spotted a familiar face sitting in the corner booth. It was you. Matt's heart skipped a beat as he watched you laugh at something one of your friends said. He felt a pang of jealousy as he saw a male companion sitting next to you.

He took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink, his eyes never leaving you. The drink arrived and he downed it in one long gulp. He couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as he saw the way your companion leaned in close to you, a smirk on his face. Matt's hands clenched into fists, his thoughts consumed by the sight of you with another man. Taking a deep breath, he made his way over to your booth. The sound of his boots against the floor causing the conversation to stop. Your companion looked up at him, his eyes narrowing as he took in Matt's tall, muscular stature. "Can we help you, cowboy?" Matt's eyes flicked to the man before turning to you. "Actually, I was hoping I could have a word with the lady here," he said, his voice low and controlled. You looked up at him, surprise evident in your eyes. Your companion puffed up his chest, clearly not happy with this interruption. "We're having a private conversation here," he said, his voice carrying a clear warning. Matt took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "I didn't ask if I could interrupt your conversation. I asked if I could speak with the lady." Your companion gritted his teeth, his fists clenching at his sides. But before he could say anything, you spoke up. "It's okay, I can handle this." Your companion looked at you with a mix of surprise and annoyance, clearly unhappy with your decision. You stood up, your eyes meeting Matt's in a steady gaze. "Let's talk."

Matt felt a flicker of triumph at your response. He nodded and gestured for you to follow him outside. As you left the booth, your companion called out to you, but you didn't look back. Once outside, Matt led you a short distance away from the bar where the noise of the rowdy crowd faded into the background. The cool night air hit you like a gust of wind, ruffling your hair. Matt turned to face you, his eyes searching your face. The silence between you was tense, the air thick with unsaid words. You waited for him to speak, your heart beating a little faster than usual. Matt was struggling to find the right words. He had so many things he wanted to say, but somehow they all seemed to get stuck in his throat. He took a deep breath, finally finding his voice. "You look good," he said, his eyes roaming over your figure. He looked down at his boots, the toe kicking up dirt. You felt a flutter in your chest at his compliment. You hadn't seen each other in weeks, and you had been expecting a different kind of greeting. You studied his face, trying to read his expression. "Thanks," you replied, your voice soft. "You don't look too bad yourself." Matt felt a small smile twitch at the corner of his mouth. He looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours. He cleared his throat, trying to push past the lump that had formed there. "That guy you were with inside… he your boyfriend?" You could hear the edge in his voice, the hint of jealousy. You shifted your weight, crossing your arms over your chest. "No," you replied. "He's just a friend."

A sigh of relief escaped Matt's lips before he could stop it. He tried to cover it with a cough, but it was obvious he was relieved to hear he wasn't your boyfriend. "Right. So, you just hang out with random men at bars in the middle of the night?" Your eyes narrowed at his tone. "I don't see how that's any of your business," you shot back. You took a step closer, your chin lifting defiantly. "And I can hang out with whoever I want, whenever I want. I don't need your approval." Matt's jaw clenched at your words. "I never said you did," he retorted, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "I just don't understand why you'd choose to spend your time with a lowlife like that, that's all." You bristled at his insult, your temper flaring. "He's not a lowlife," you argued. "He's a good guy. Not that you'd know anything about that." Matt's eyes darkened at your jab. He took a step closer, his body nearly pressed against yours. You could feel the heat coming off him in waves. "Oh, and I suppose you think I'm some kind of monster, huh?" Matt's voice was low, his words a challenge. You held your ground, refusing to back down. "If the boot fits," you replied coolly. Your heart was racing, but you did your best to keep your expression neutral. Matt's lips parted in a wolfish smile. "You've always been a spitfire," he murmured, his eyes roaming over your face. "That's one thing I've always liked about ya." You felt your breath catch at his words, your heart skipping a beat. You didn't want to let him know how much his words affected you, so you forced yourself to scoff. "Oh, please. Spare me the sweet talk, cowboy." Matt chuckled, clearly enjoying how you were reacting. He reached out and traced a finger down your jawline, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "What if I don't want to?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave.

You swallowed, trying to ignore the way your body was reacting to his touch. "You can save the charm for someone who buys it, Rempe," you retorted, forcing your voice to stay steady. Matt's eyes flashed at your words. He leaned in even closer, his body pressed against yours. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of leather and musk filling your senses. "You don't think I'm charming, honey?" he drawled, his lips brushing against your ear. Your breath caught in your throat, your heart thundering in your chest. You wanted to tell him off, to push him away, but your body was betraying you. "Charming is the last word I'd use to describe you," you managed to say, trying to sound defiant. Matt chuckled again, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. Your body instinctively pressed against him, your hands resting on his chest. "And what word would you use, darlin'?" he inquired, his voice a low rumble. You mentally cursed yourself for the way your body was responding to him, despite your brain adamantly refusing to cooperate. You tried to find the right words, but your mind was fuzzy with every nerve aware of his body against yours. "Arrogant," you managed to bite out. "Egotistical. Smug." A cocky smirk tugged at the corners of Matt's lips. His arms tightened around you, his hands resting possessively on your hips. "You forgot one," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Irresistible." Your heart fluttered against your will, your resolve starting to crumble. You tried to hold onto your irritation, but it was slipping away. "Don't flatter yourself," you muttered, but the words came out much softer than you intended. Matt chuckled softly, the sound sending vibrations through your body. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, a smug smile still on his lips. "Ah, now that's not very polite," he teased, running a hand up your spine. "I think I should punish you for being so rude." Your breath caught in your throat again at his words. Your brain was screaming at you to push him away, to not let him get to you like this, but your body was having none of it. "Punish?" you repeated, trying to sound unimpressed. "And just what do you have in mind, cowboy?"

Your mind was spiraling. Your body was on fire, the feeling of him against you sending shockwave through you. You wanted to resist, to push him away, but the rational part of your brain was slowly being overpowered by the primal desire rising within you. "And what makes you think I'd let you?" you managed to ask, though your voice was breathless and needy. Matt's lips curved into a wolfish grin against your neck. He nipped at your skin, his teeth leaving a stinging trail on your flesh. "Oh, I have a feeling you'll let me do whatever I want," he murmured, his grip on your hips tightening. "And you're gonna love every minute of it." All the blood in your body seemed to rush downwards at his words. A small moan escaped your lips involuntarily, your body arching against his. You hated the lack of control you had over yourself when he was touching you like this. And yet, you couldn’t deny the heat that was pooling in your core, silently begging for more as if having forgotten all about the other guy still waiting for you in the bar. Matt seemed to sense your internal struggle, sensing the weakening of your resistance. His lips traveled up to your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "You want me, don't you, honey?" he growled, his voice a mix of arrogance and certainty. "You just can't bring yourself to admit it." A part of you wanted to push him away, to run back to the safety of the bar and the man who'd been waiting for you there. But another part of you craved his touch, his dominance, the way he made you feel so… alive. With a sigh, you gave in, surrendering completely to the intoxicating pleasure coursing through your veins. "Yes," you whispered, barely audible even to your own ears. "I want you." Matt chuckled deeply, his hand moving from your hip to the small of your back. He pulled you closer, pressing his hard length against your lower belly. "Good girl," he purred, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing kiss before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. "Now tell me what you want."

Your heart pounded in your chest as his eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of his gaze making it difficult to think straight. The alcohol clouded your mind further, rendering you incapable of resisting his demand. "I… I want you to take me," you breathed out, your voice trembling with anticipation and desire. You looked up at him, your breath hitching in anticipation. You bit your lip nervously, unsure of how to phrase it without sounding desperate. Finally, you settled for simplicity, whispering the words as if they were sacred. "Make love to me." Matt's eyes darkened at your request, his hand trailing down your back to rest on your ass. He squeezed firmly, pulling you flush against his body. "Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave lower. "That's exactly what I plan to do." As his words washed over you, a wave of excitement coursed through your veins, amplifying the throbbing between your legs. You could hardly contain the tremor in your voice as you replied, "Then please… I need you now." You reached up to cup his face tenderly, pulling him down for a deep, passionate kiss that left both of you panting heavily once it broke off. Matt groaned into the kiss, his tongue sliding past your lips to tangle with yours. He broke the kiss only to reach behind you, unzipping your dress and sliding the fabric off your shoulders. The dress pooled at your feet, leaving you standing before him in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching thong. He ran his hands down your sides, tracing the curves of your body with his fingers as he pushed you closer to the wall right outside the bar. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he muttered, his eyes roaming over your form hungrily. "And this ain't for your new fella, is it?" The heat from his touch makes your skin tingle with anticipation. You shook your head, your voice barely above a whisper. "No, it isn't…" You reached up to undo his shirt buttons, revealing his muscular chest beneath. Your hands traced the lines of his abs, causing you to bite your lip to suppress a moan. You're unable to meet his eyes as he took in the sight of your nearly bare body. You shook your head, biting your lip nervously. "No… It's not for him at all…" You trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. You moved to press yourself against him again, your body craving the warmth of his touch.

Matt smirked, his hands moving to unclasp your bra. He slid the lacy garment down your arms, letting it fall to the ground before reaching around to palm your breasts. He kneaded them gently, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples until they hardened under his touch. "So, you're telling me this pretty little thing is mine to play with?" he asked, his voice low and husky. A soft whimper escapes your lips as his hands move to your breasts, causing your body to shudder with pleasure. You nod eagerly, your cheeks flushed with arousal. "Y-yes," you stutter, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's all yours…" You lean in to capture his lips in a heated kiss, your tongue darting out to trace the outline of his lips. Matt groans into the kiss, his hands moving from your breasts to slip around to your back. He slid your thong down, letting the tiny piece of clothing pool at your feet before lifting you up against the wall. "Wrap your legs around my waist," he orders, his voice rough with lust. Your heart pounds in your chest as you obey his command, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. You reach down to unbuckle his belt, your fingers shaking with anticipation. You pull his pants and underwear down enough to free his erect member, which you stroke tentatively with your fingertips. Matt grunts as you free his cock, his hand reaching down to guide yours along his shaft. "Like that, sweetheart," he murmurs, his breathing heavy and ragged. "Just like that." He aligns himself with your entrance, teasing you by rubbing his tip against your wet slit. "You ready for this?" Your body trembles with anticipation, your walls clenching around nothing as you wait for him to fill you. You nod, your voice barely above a whisper. "Yes… I'm ready." You reach down to guide him inside of you, gasping softly as he pushes past your entrance. You arch your back, pushing your hips towards him as you adjust to his size.

Matt groans as you wrap your tight pussy around his cock, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He thrusts into you slowly, savoring the sensation of being buried deep within your warm cunny. "God, you're so fucking tight," he mutters, his voice strained with pleasure. He begins to move faster, his thrusts becoming more powerful with each passing second. Your nails dig into his back as he picks up the pace, your body writhing against the cold brick wall. You cry out in ecstasy, your walls contracting rhythmically around his cock as you approach climax. You lean in to capture his lips in a passionate kiss, muffling your cries as you finally succumb to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins. Matt breaks the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps as he continues to fuck you against the wall. His hands grip your hips tighter, guiding your movements as he pounds into you relentlessly. "Fuck yeah," he groans, his voice filled with satisfaction. "That's it baby, ride my cock." Your body moves instinctively, grinding against him as he thrusts deeper. You moan softly, your voice hoarse from screaming out in pleasure. You reach down to rub your clit in slow circles, amplifying the sensations coursing through your body. You arch your back, pushing your hips towards him as you prepare for one final push over the edge. Matt grunts as you rub your sensitive clit, the extra stimulation driving him wild. He thrusts harder, his cock twitching inside of you as he approaches climax. "Fuck, I'm close," he warns, his voice thick with pleasure. He quickens his pace, fucking you mercilessly until he can hold back no longer. With a loud groan, he buries himself deep within your cunt, his hot seed filling you up. Your body shudders violently as he releases inside of you, the feeling of his hot cum triggering your own orgasm. You scream out in ecstasy, your walls clenching rhythmically around his cock as you ride out the waves of pleasure. You collapse against the wall, panting heavily as you come down from your high.

Matt withdraws from you slowly, his spent cock slipping out of your still quivering cunt. He pulls up his pants, zipping them back up before turning to help you fix your clothes. "That was fucking amazing," he murmurs, running a hand through his hair. "You're something else, sweetheart." Your body feels weak and satisfied as you lean against the wall, catching your breath. You smile shyly at his compliment. "Thank you…" You glance down at your clothes, fixing the last few details before looking up at him as you said the same words from last time. "That was just a one time thing… it can't happen again." Matt raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into a wry smile. "A one time thing, huh?" He steps closer to you, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek gently. "Too good for the likes of me, aren't you? Just remember though, sweetheart… we both know you're lying to yourself because it never is just a one time kinda thing between us." Your cheeks flush pink at his words, your gaze falling to the ground. You nod slowly, knowing he's right. "Maybe… But it doesn't change anything." You reach up to place a gentle kiss on his cheek before turning to walk away, leaving him standing alone by the wall. "See ya around, cowboy." Matt watches as you walk away, his heart pounding in his chest. He knows you're lying to yourself, but he also knows better than to push you too hard. For now, he lets you go, content to let you come crawling back when you realize you can't get him out of your mind. As you disappear back into the crowded bar, he shakes his head and smiles to himself. "One of these days, sweetheart… One of these days."

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

Look at Me (part 2 )

Player 001 x reader

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Look at Me part 1

Tw: dark content, rape is implied, somnophilia, drugging

In Ho awake in the night, his cock raged. You tapped him, asking for a glass of water. He got up and walked to the bathroom, filling the glass with water. An idea popped into his mind. Sleeping pills he thought. He broke a few off in the glass of water. Bringing it to you and watching you drink it.

He laid down and pretended to sleep, waiting until you were asleep again. Even after all he did to you yesterday, even though he apologized, he couldn’t help himself. You were just so dumb, taking his apology the way you did. He needed to feel you again. He was a disgusting man and he couldn’t bring himself to care.

He turned his head to look at you. You were sound asleep, probably the best sleep you’ve gotten since you’ve been there. But you were laid next to him, there was no saving you from what he was going to do to you.

He snuck his hand down to your clit, rubbing small circles as he softly stroked his cock. He watched you as you slept, hoping you didn’t wake up at all until he was inside of you. You whimpered in your sleep, the sound making him throb.

He stuck a finger in your core, another whimper, measuring how wet you were. Enough, he thought, she’s wet enough.

He pushed himself on top of you, staring down at your sleeping face. He wasted no time in pushing himself into you. Groaning at the feeling, you were still so tight, even after all he did earlier.

He began to thrust into you, his moans loud and shameless, as he fucked your sleeping body. He placed a hand on your throat, the lack of air waking you up.

“I-In Ho” you were dazed, voice sleepy, eyes heavy. “What’re you doing?” You say before realizing your brain was in gear for pleasure. Your sleepy moans as he fucked you were sending him into overdrive.

“I just wanted your pussy, (y/n). Isn’t that obvious? I fucking needed it” he growls in your ear, the words not sinking in. You tried to close your legs. “Open your fucking legs.” He said harshly.

He moved faster, pulling your legs onto his shoulders. He slammed into you, earning screams that your small body shouldn’t be able to produce.

“Oh my god, (y/n)” he said watching how your face was screwed up in pleasure. He groaned through gritted teeth. Anxious to reach his climax but wanting it to last forever. He was going to make you feel him all inside you. “Fuckkkk you feel so fucking good. Fuck!” He crawled out slamming his cock inside of you over and over.

He felt your pussy contract around him. Making his want to fuck you even faster now that you were tighter. He grunted with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin running through the room. Your screaming echoed off the walls, surely a guard walking by could hear. He couldn’t remember if the VIPs were there yet, he didn’t care if they heard you, they could watch for all he cared.

Maybe he’d fuck you in front of the VIPs or record himself fucking you from behind, placing you on all 4’s and pulling your hair as your eyes rolled back. Oh his mind was running rampant as he imagined everything he would do to you in the future.

“In Ho, I’m gonna cum” your little whiney voice said.

“Fucking hold it. I’m not fucking done.” He told you. He couldn’t deny, he loved that little whiney voice. God how it made his eyes roll. He shook his head, drops of sweat flying from his hairline. He felt disgusting and vile. Dirty, as he helped himself to your tight cunt. Oh how disappointed your father would be to know his daughter’s pussy was destroyed by a stranger.

His thoughts, your screaming, your tight pussy continuing to contract. It was all too much for him to bear. He exploded inside of you, his cum planting itself as far as it could possibly go. You followed suit, shaking as you did, he continued fucking you, ruining your pussy with the mixed fluids as you both rode out your orgasms. He pulled out from you. Laying down beside you.

“Good girl” he said, sighing heavily. “Letting daddy use you like that”

“I love you In Ho” you say tiredly. He knew you didn’t mean it, no one would love him after he did to them what he did to you, you were on sleeping medicine, and coming down off an orgasm. He knew you didn’t love him.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean” he replies.

“I mean it.” You say before falling asleep. He laid in silence. Was there truly a possibility for love, a relationship, something more than using you? He thought about it, suddenly a wave of regret washing over him. You didn’t deserve this, you didn’t deserve him to treat you like that. You were too sweet, kind, and gentle.

“I love you too, (y/n)” he said to quietness of his room. He turned to your spent body, pulling you into him, wrapping himself protectively around you, as if someone was going to steal you away. “I love you” he laid a gentle kiss on your cheek.

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Sonic x colorblind! reader, like reader mistaking Shadow for Sonic several times😭

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“Colorblind Conundrum”

Pairing: Sonic the Hedgehog x Colorblind Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: Not many people or mobians were fully colorblind, and boy, did that cause some problems for you.

Notes: Oh man, this just brings me back to when I would watch SonicSong182, hehe. “BROAD DAYLIGHT, AMY!” was always one of my favorite quotes. Anyway, hope you enjoy, diamond anon!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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Ugh, why did you decide to go out in the dark? You could barely see, and that wasn’t even with your colorblindness.

“Ugh, why didn’t I bring my flashlight…” you mutter to yourself.

While walking, you accidentally bump into someone, someone looking like Sonic.

“Ah! Chaos, Sonic, I’m so sorry, I can barely see a thing,” you apologize.

“I can tell, especially if you’re confusing me with that faker,” ‘Sonic’ says.

“Shadow? Oh, Gaia, I did it again, didn’t I? I’m sorry,” you say.

“Don’t apologize, [Name],” Shadow replies. “It’s not your fault you have colorblindness.”

“I know, but it happens every time…You’d think I would notice by now,” you say.

“Again, it’s not your fault,” Shadow states. “Just start bringing a flashlight. Or ask Sonic to get you colorblind glasses.”

“That’s a thing?!” you ask.

You hear Shadow chuckle.

“Yes, it is a thing. Now, would you like some help getting home?” Shadow asks.

“Yes please,” you mutter.

The next day, while you and Sonic are on a date, you notice a glasses shop.

“What’s up, [Name]?” Sonic asks.

“Is it true there are colorblind glasses?” you ask him.

“Eh? I mean, probably,” Sonic replies, putting his hands behind his neck. “We can go check it out if you’d like-”

Cutting Sonic off, you quickly pull him inside, causing him to chuckle.

After a rather long (in Sonic’s words, not yours) eye check, the optometrist lets you know your glasses will be done in two weeks. You seem…excited.

Sonic seems excited because you’re excited, and after the two weeks, you have the glasses.

You hold them up to put them on, before hesitating.

Sonic gives you a confused look, tilting his head to the side.

“…Could you stand in front of me so you’re the first thing I see in color?” you ask him.

Sonic’s ears perk up, but he smiles and does so.

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and put on the glasses, before reopening your eyes.

Everything is so pretty.

You immediately notice how different Sonic looks.

The blue quills. The peach muzzle and arms.

His enchanting green eyes.

Tears pool at the edges of your eyes, and a huge grin covers your face as you try to wipe the tears away.

“Aww, c’mere [Name],” Sonic says, pulling you into a hug.

“Y-You never told me how gorgeous color was…” you mutter, snuggling into him while reciprocating the hug.

“Heh, I’m glad you like it, [Nickname],” Sonic says.

Now you wouldn’t mistake Shadow for Sonic, and now you could see color!

You couldn’t be happier with your life.

[ohburgee]

𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

yandere!villain x hero!reader

tw: Yandere theme, dark theme, obsession, violence, an: I was obsessed with villains having love interests for heroes, so I wrote for myself, hehe. sorry for being inactive for days I just enjoy the season of radiance in sky so I didn't get to continue writing this and I have 4 drafts now waiting and my class starts on Thursday.

He shouldn't form love, he shouldn't fall to his enemy, the hero, you.

One time when he was nearly death after he fought one of his rivals, when the gun was almost going to shoot him then you came into action and fought the rival of his then made them unconscious.

And you look at him in his hopeless state and then fall unconscious. After that you brought him to your place and healed him, you don't know why you're doing this but you're returning the favor when he also saves you from one of your enemies.

You know he is also one of your enemies but you are too kind-hearted and help him instead.

After healing him, he was awake and shocked to see you behind him watching him then he got up from your bed and looked at you with a serious face then left without a word.

Did he just leave without saying thank you jeez.

...

After a week now, he is behind the building watching you working at a small restaurant in front where he standing he watches you carefully and admires how hardworking you are and forgets that you are a hero to this world.

He didn't mind and forgot you being a hero, he wanted you to take your attention to him after you saved him he began to develop mysterious feelings then he started to dream about you and have hallucinations of you and that can't take his thinks of you.

He was going feral obsession.

He wanted to get you and grabbed you close to him and say how you make him like this, how you make your own enemy be like this to you, he would kidnap you and lock you in his place like a porcelain doll.

But it's not the time to let that happen, he gonna wait for the right time to get you fully to him.

How many weeks did he stalk you everywhere you went and watch you work, when some man tried to talk to you or wanted to get your number he went berserk and mysteriously killed the man and that caught your attention why every time a man you talk to, dies tomorrow.

And now he is standing behind the building admiring you as you see someone get inside the restaurant and see your friend guy as he hugs you and sits in front of you as you continue cooking.

As the villain keeps his eyes on you and then on the guy as you two talk and laugh, you are not being with him but he feels like you are not allowed to be with other men like you are owned by him, you are actually soon.

When your friend guy finished eating he got up and made a call sign to call him if you need anything you nodded and he said goodbye and got out of the restaurant.

The villain noticed it and wanted that friend guy of yours to vanish and you never meet him again, he took out the phone from his pocket and called someone after talking through his phone he hung up and put his both hands in his pocket as he admires you lastly and walks away, he has a plan.

...

After your work, your boss gives you the salary and you thank him and he pats your head, he is like a father figure to you so you two are very close.

As you said goodbye to him and to your other co-workers, you got out of the restaurant and walked through the street.

While walking you hear your phone notif and you take your phone out from your bag and see an unknown number on your screen you press the message, and it sends a voice message you click to play.

- Looks like your cat is in trouble *meow*

You hear a deep voice after the sentence the sound of your cat can be heard then the voice ends.

You immediately start running through the street, after a minute you reach your house it's not far from where you work.

You quickly ran towards your door and you opened it you tried to click the lights but to no avail is the electricity was out again.

You immediately went towards your bedroom and saw a person sitting on your bed while holding your cat.

"How much you really care for your precious kitten" you heard a low deep voice you saw your cat lying in their arms, and you heard a purr as you sensed their comfortable being in their arms.

"Who are you?" You ask as you prepare yourself to put your powers but then you hear chuckles.

"Don't worry I won't do anything bad, I'm not the villain who always does bad and I need peace too?" the person said and the curtain flowed from the wind the window was opened and the moon was casting inside your room.

Then you saw their face, it was the villain who saved you and the one you saved, you let your guard down a bit and he slowly carefully put the cat on your bed then he used his power to let the cat sleep, you gasped and looked at him.

"You should lock the window before you go, my love," he said and you looked at him confused as you heard the last word.

"Ha I know this is stupid," he said as he looked at you with a serious face but there was something he admired and wanted to get it.

"After I saved I was full of guilt why would I save a person who wants to kill me, the person who was actually my enemy I don't know why I did it, you are also with this kind of thinking too?" he said and he chuckled to what he just said.

You just looked at him, yes he was right you have also been thinking about why you saved him in the first place, he was your enemy, the villain yet you saved the person who was going to destroy the world.

"To be honest... I was going crazy when I had those fake imaginations of you there beside me" he said and he got up slowly walking towards you.

"Seeing you stand in front of me staring at me like you want something," he said as he walked circle to you while his eyes locked on you.

You want to run but your cat is there, If you run towards your bed and get your cat he can quickly grab you and it's stupid if you're going to leave your precious cat.

"So much in mind, my love," he said as he said that word again as you kept your eyes on your cat sleeping peacefully in your bed.

Till he moves closer to you, you feel his breaths on your ear, "As much I want to kill you right now" he slowly says and you suddenly feel his hands on your hair as he slowly takes a strand and circles it with his finger.

"I want to keep you" he whispered to your ear and you heard a swoosh sound as you immediately knew he was using his power.

You quickly kneel down and use your telekinesis to move the chair to hit him as he backs away from you and you quickly grab and carry your cat out of the room.

You run towards the other room and use your telekinesis to close the door and lock it, you run towards the window to unlock it but it won't budge as you see a dark smoke thing, he uses his powers to lock your house.

You put your cat still sleeping in the armchair as you think of escape you look at the window once again you can't get out since there are window bars as you get the idea, you look at the window and focus your both hands on the window glass as you manage to break it and you do it to the window bars as it slowly moving out and manage it to break it too.

Before you could grab your cat the door was busted open and saw him as your worst villain, it really made him even worse.

You try to fight him back by moving the furniture to hit him but he gets it and move away from him as you keep doing it till he wraps dark smoke around your wrist and you fall down to the ground.

"You really want to hurt your cat," he said as he walked to you and grabbed your both wrists making you get up from the ground he used the dark smoke to carry your cat as you both walked towards the living room.

He pushed you to the sofa and before you could get up a fair of smoke tied your both feet you looked at him, as he carefully put the cat slowly in the armchair behind, your cat still sleeping.

He turns around to face you he looks at your innocent self sitting on the sofa as you look up at him, "Don't worry your cat is fine, I'll let him sleep for long hours, cats loved sleeping right?" he says as he stares at you.

"I've seen this before," he said as he chuckled suddenly a phone rang and he looked in his pockets took his phone, and answered it.

While he talks on his phone you look around your house to find something to help you out here, when your eyes land on a black box and you look confused at it.

Then you realize your phone is still in your pocket so you slowly take it as you look up at him still on his phone his back in your view, you look at his back he has this muscle back that can clearly be seen from his black polo shirt as you stare at it you shake your head and turn back to get your phone, are you stupid right now.

When you manage to let your phone out, you press your friend's guy number and dial as it starts to vibrate your phone, you hear a sudden ringing and you slowly look up at him and he turns around to face you again he is done talking, and takes another phone from his pocket and you saw your name on your friend's phone.

Your eyes widen and as you stare at your friend's phone, you slowly look up to him "What did you do to him!!?" You ask him more like you scream.

"He was really annoying," he said as he put the phone behind the box, you looked at him scared, scared of what happened to your friend.

"Answer me, God damn it!" You yelled at him and he looked at you his amused face turning slowly into annoyed and serious, why do you want your friend? He keeps asking in his head.

His hand reaches to the box behind him and slowly opens as you look at his movements then slowly grab inside, your eyes widen to see half of it, and scream.

"Stop! Stop!" You turn your head down as you see half of your friend's head, he beheaded him, no no no.

The villain put the head back in the box and closed it, he looked at your shocked expression as you started to cry.

"No no don't cry" he kneeled down to you and grabbed your face to look at him as he wiped your tears, "He was in our way I don't want anyone to get us" he added as he stared at your teary eyes.

"Stop please" you whisper as your eyes get teary you try to move your head away from his hands, and he removes his hand from your head.

You look at him furious full of anger, and you feel the rage inside you, he sees your expression those innocent, rage eyes looking at him it makes him even more impressed and wants you more he loves seeing you hopeless and vulnerable, he wants to kiss that lips of yours.

You look away from his gaze and try to move an object to hit him but he quickly realizes you have that ability and grabs your head with both hands and suddenly catches your lips.

He finally devours that lips of yours, he is been waiting for this as he keep dreaming of you together with him and now he is reaching those dreams right now.

While kissing you, you whimpered trying to struggle and move your head away from him but he gripped your face to him, as he stopped you felt dizzy and tired slowly losing vision, did he use something to make you feel dizziness.

You saw dark smoke again as he used his power to make you dizzy, any minute you fell asleep.

Now you fall unconscious he moves your hair strands away from your face as he admires your vulnerable self.

He finally made his dreams true he can't wait for you to be with him, even if you don't want to he will find and look for a way to make you fully be with him. He is now more obsessed with you.

That's what the villain wants, to do terrible things to reach their goals, and you were his goal after all.

[thenaughtynorth]

Breaking Judgment

After being betrayed by The Judgment Day, the reader destroys their locker room. Damian Priest, also betrayed by the faction, offers support and admits he cares for her. He stays the night to protect her, and the tension between them hints at something more brewing beneath the surface.

Damian Priest x female reader

Warnings: Kayfabe lmao

Word count: Roughly 2,700 and it’s actually proofread to the best of my ability

I love me some Damian Priest

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The moment you slammed Finn’s leather jacket to the floor and stomped on it, the rage consuming you felt like a tidal wave. The Judgment Day had always been your family—or at least, that’s what they told you. Finn had been the leader, Liv the schemer, Raquel the enforcer, JD and Carlito two dumb stooges, and Dominik…well, Dom was just along for the ride. Together, they had made you believe you belonged. That you were one of them.

Until tonight.

“You’re just not good enough to run with us anymore,” Liv had sneered, her lips curling into a smirk that made your stomach churn. Raquel stood beside her, arms crossed, saying nothing. Finn didn’t even look at you as he passed judgment like it was beneath him to care. Dominik had just muttered an apology under his breath and avoided your eyes.

That was the moment something inside you snapped.

So here you were, standing in the middle of their trashed locker room, your breath heaving and your fists trembling. Clothes and gear were strewn everywhere. Finn’s jacket was ruined, Raquel’s duffel had been emptied out and dumped, and Liv’s makeup bag was shattered in the corner. But the pièce de résistance was Dom’s PS5, which now lay in pieces at your feet. The satisfying crack it made when you smashed it against the floor was the only thing that had brought you even a shred of satisfaction tonight.

But it still wasn’t enough.

“Feel better now?”

The deep voice behind you made you spin around, your heart lurching. Damian Priest stood in the doorway, his large frame blocking the exit. His dark eyes were fixed on the mess around you before settling on your face.

“What do you want, Damian?” you spat, your voice sharper than you intended.

He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “I saw what happened,” he said simply, his tone calm but firm.

“So what?” you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest. “Come to rub it in? Tell me you told me so? Because I don’t need it right now.”

Damian’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t rise to the bait. “Trust me, I’m not here to gloat. But you made a scene out there, and it’s only a matter of time before Finn and the others come looking for you. You’re lucky I found you first.”

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “Lucky? Yeah, sure. Real lucky. My so-called family just threw me to the curb, and now I’ve got nothing.”

“You think you had something with them?” Damian’s voice was sharper now, cutting through your self-pity like a blade. “They used you. The same way they used me. You were just too blind to see it.”

You flinched at his words, but deep down, you knew he was right. You’d been there when Damian was cast out, just like you were tonight. You’d stood by and done nothing, believing Finn’s lies that Damian had been the problem.

“That’s different,” you muttered, looking away.

“Is it?” Damian challenged, stepping closer. “Because it looks pretty damn familiar to me.”

You swallowed hard, your throat tightening as the weight of your mistakes pressed down on you. “I didn’t think they’d… I didn’t think it would end like this.”

“That’s because you let them get in your head,” Damian said bluntly. “They’re good at that. They make you think you’re part of something bigger, like they actually care about you. But the second you stop being useful to them? They throw you out like garbage.”

His words hit harder than you expected, and you felt your defenses crumbling. “So what now?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “What am I supposed to do, Damian? Because I don’t have a clue.”

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. For a moment, he looked like he was debating whether or not to answer. Then he stepped closer, his voice lowering.

“You do what I did,” he said. “You fight back. You don’t let them win. And you sure as hell don’t let them see you break.”

“And I’m supposed to just… do that on my own?” you asked, bitterness creeping into your tone.

Damian hesitated, his gaze softening slightly. “No,” he said quietly. “You’re not doing this on your own. You’ve got me.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his words. “Why would you help me?”

“Because I know what it feels like,” he admitted. “I know what it’s like to think you’ve found people who care about you, only to find out it was all a lie. And…” He trailed off, his eyes locking with yours. “Because I’ve always liked you. Even when you stabbed me in the back, I couldn’t bring myself to hate you.”

The confession made your breath catch, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. You’d spent so long convincing yourself that Damian was the enemy, that you hadn’t stopped to consider how he might have felt.

“Damian…” you started, but he held up a hand to stop you.

“Don’t,” he said, his tone firm but not unkind. “You don’t have to say anything. Just know that I’m here. And if you want to take them down? I’m with you.”

You nodded slowly, your chest tightening with a mixture of guilt and gratitude. “Okay,” you said quietly. “Let’s do it.”

Damian nodded, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Good. But first, we’re getting out of here before Finn finds this mess.” He glanced around the room, letting out a low whistle. “Nice touch with the PS5, by the way.”

You couldn’t help the faint smirk that crossed your lips. “He had it coming.”

“Yeah, he did,” Damian said, opening the door and motioning for you to follow. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

As you walked out of the destroyed locker room, a part of you felt lighter—like, for the first time in weeks, you weren’t completely alone.

The parking lot was eerily quiet as Damian’s car sped down the road, the hum of the engine filling the heavy silence between you. The adrenaline from trashing The Judgment Day’s locker room had long since worn off, leaving behind a cold ache in your chest. Damian sat in the driver’s seat, his expression unreadable as his hands gripped the wheel.

“You really went all in back there,” he said suddenly, his tone neutral but edged with something you couldn’t quite place.

“They deserved it,” you muttered, staring out the window.

“Yeah,” Damian agreed, though his voice was flat. “But that doesn’t mean it was smart.”

You turned to glare at him, anger bubbling up again. “I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“No, you didn’t,” he said calmly, his eyes fixed on the road. “But I’m giving it anyway. You think smashing their stuff is going to fix anything? You think Finn’s just going to shrug and let it go?”

You clenched your jaw, guilt and frustration twisting in your stomach. “I don’t care what Finn thinks,” you snapped.

Damian let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, you do. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be this worked up about it.”

His words hit too close to home, and you turned back to the window, refusing to let him see the tears threatening to spill over.

“Look,” Damian said after a long moment, his tone softening just enough to cut through your defenses. “I get it. They screwed you over. I know what that feels like. But if you’re going to survive this, you need to start thinking with your head instead of your emotions.”

The truth in his words stung, but you couldn’t deny it. “I didn’t know what else to do,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely audible over the hum of the car.

“That much was obvious,” he muttered, his tone still sharp but lacking malice.

Silence settled between you again, heavy and oppressive. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, your mind racing with everything that had happened tonight. Finally, you forced yourself to speak.

“Why are you really helping me, Damian?” you asked, your voice trembling. “After everything I did to you—why do you even care?”

Damian sighed, his grip on the wheel tightening. “I told you. I know what it’s like to be where you are right now. And maybe I should walk away. Maybe I should let you deal with this on your own.” He glanced at you briefly, his dark eyes softening. “But I can’t. You know why.”

You sat there in silence, the weight of his words from earlier settling over you as the car pulled into the hotel parking lot. Did he actually like me?

The elevator ride to your room was tense and quiet. You could feel Damian’s presence beside you, solid and reassuring despite the tension in the air. When you reached your door, you hesitated, your hand hovering over the key card reader.

“Something wrong?” Damian asked, his voice breaking the silence.

You swallowed hard, your chest tightening with fear. “What if they come after me?” you asked, your voice trembling. “What if this isn’t over?”

“It’s not over,” Damian said bluntly. “But that doesn’t mean you have to let them win. You’re not with them anymore. You don’t owe them anything.”

“I know,” you said quietly, though the fear in your chest didn’t subside.

Damian sighed, his voice softening slightly. “You’ll be fine,” he said. “But if it makes you feel better, I’ll stay.”

Your head snapped up to look at him, surprise flickering across your face. “You’d do that?”

He shrugged, his expression neutral. “Yeah. Just for tonight. Don’t get used to it.”

You nodded quickly, swiping the key card and pushing the door open. “Thank you,” you said quietly, stepping inside.

The room was small and unremarkable, but it felt like a safe haven after the chaos of the night. You sat on the edge of the bed, your hands fidgeting in your lap as Damian leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on you like he was still analyzing every move you made.

“You need to get some rest,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“And what about you?” you asked, glancing at him.

“I’ll keep watch,” he said simply, “make sure they don’t do some stupid shit.”

You frowned, guilt gnawing at you. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I do,” he said firmly. “Because I’m not letting Finn and the others blindside you. Not on my watch.”

His words sent a strange warmth through your chest, but you pushed the feeling aside. “You could sit on the bed, you know,” you said reluctantly. “It’s big enough.”

Damian raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You sure about that?”

You rolled your eyes, though your cheeks burned. “I’m not going to kick you out if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m more worried about whether or not you can keep your hands to yourself,” he chuckled, leaving you speechless. Had the circumstances been any different, he might’ve had a good point.

He kicked off his sneakers and moved to sit on the bed, making you super aware of his ginormous figure next to you. The warmth was radiating off of him, and it was as if the darkness had heightened your other senses, because my god did he smell incredible.

The silence was heavy, but it carried a different kind of tension now. You shifted, lying back on your side of the bed, staring up at the ceiling. You couldn’t stop your mind from racing—about Finn, Liv, Raquel, Dominik, and most of all, Damian.

“I still don’t get why you’re doing this,” you said quietly, glancing over at him. “Why you care so much.”

Damian turned his head to look at you, his dark eyes unreadable. “I told you. I really care about you.” He leaned back, resting on one elbow as his voice dipped lower. “You’re not just some teammate to me. You never were. I thought maybe the feelings had gone away, but mierda, I still fucking adore you.”

Your breath caught at the intensity in his gaze. “Damian…”

“I’m not looking for apologies or promises,” he interrupted, his voice calm but firm. “I’m just telling you the truth. Whether you believe it or not is up to you.”

The room suddenly felt warmer, the air charged with an unspoken tension. You weren’t sure what to say, your emotions tangled in a mess of guilt, fear, and something far more dangerous.

“You should get some sleep,” Damian said, his tone softer now but no less commanding. “You’ve had a long night.”

You nodded, lying back fully against the pillows. But as you closed your eyes, you felt the mattress shift slightly, Damian’s presence grounding you in a way that made your heart race.

“Damian?” you murmured, your voice hesitant.

“Yeah?”

You hesitated, your throat dry. “Thank you. For… everything.”

He didn’t respond right away, but then you felt him shift closer—just barely—and his voice dropped to a near-whisper.

“Don’t make me regret it, baby” he said, his tone carrying an edge that sent a shiver down your spine.

You nodded, your heart pounding as you felt the weight of his words settle over you. And as the tension in the room hung heavy, sleep felt like the furthest thing from your mind.