#“just one look and i can hear a bell ring one more look and i forget everything”

[bloggerspam]

Lost in Grave Dirt

You've forgotten your name.

You've forgotten a lot of things, actually.

But you keep getting stuck on the fact that you do not know your name.

Maybe John? No, that doesn't seem right. Jane? You've forgotten if you're a woman or man, which feels like it should be important, but doesn't seem to be right in this moment.

Tom? Richard? Harry?

None of these feel right.

"Hello?" You blink. Right, forget the name—someone else is here and has been calling you for a while. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes, I can hear you." You call back, looking down at yourself. You're sitting in a ditch, legs half-buried in the ground. You're disheveled and covered in dirt, but you seem to be okay overall besides that. "Sorry, I was a little distracted. What were you asking me?"

"I asked if you were alright." The person standing at the top of the ditch you're in replies, cautiously, as if they are not sure if you are crazy or not. Which is fair play, really, considering where you have woken up.

"Right." You say, wondering if you should pick yourself up and dust yourself off. "I'm not sure. Would you happen to know who I am?"

The color drains from the person's face, eyes straying to the side, voice trembling a bit as they seem to read off of something. "Uh, does the name Daniel J. Fenton ring any bells?"

"Hm." You think on that for a moment, surveying the ditch and shaking your legs a little to free them. You don't feel like a Daniel, but then again, you don't not feel like a Daniel either. You tell them so, before looking back up in confusion. "Maybe I went by a nickname?"

"Like, Danny?" The person tilts their head, biting their lip. "Probably?"

You consider this, feeling out the possibly-not-new name. "Danny does feel more…right."

"So you don't remember who you are?" The person crouches, leaning more closer. "Or why you're sitting in…uh. There?"

"I have no earthly idea." You admit, to which the person snorts.

"Earthly. good one." They chuckle, reaching a hand down. "Do you, uh, maybe need help getting out?"

"That'd be nice." You take their hand, climbing out of the ditch with surprisingly little effort. You think you've been down there a while, but again, you can't quite remember. Still, you have a lot less aches and pains than you thought you would.

When you are successfully out, you start dusting yourself off, pausing when you see your new companion fidget uncomfortably. You're about to ask what's wrong when you catch sight of the small slab of stone at the head of the ditch you were in.

It's a tombstone, crudely made, with a name and years written on it as they usually do.

Daniel J. Fenton. April 3, 2004 to December 24th, 2023.

"Huh." You say, words slipping out as you carefully make your way over. "That's…interesting."

"I'll say. If I had a nickle for every guy I've seen rise out of his grave," your companion laughs, disbelieving and almost depressively, "I'd have two nickles."

You hum, something not quite sitting right. Your clothes are covered in dirt beyond belief, but beyond the normal wear and tear you're relatively clean. No out of place rips or tears, not even a speck of blood, on your once white teeshirt and blue jeans.

"Which isn't a lot," your companion continues, oblivious to your conundrum. "But it's weird that it's happened twice, right?"

You turn to look at the ditch, inspecting it for a moment, leaning over before your companion grabs you to yank you back.

"Whoa, what—" your companion turns you around, hands clamped around your biceps as if to keep you there, "we just got you out, why are you trying to get back in?"

"I'm not trying to get back in," you try and wriggle your way out, but your companion is not budging. You crane your neck as best you can, before giving up and staring into your captor's blazing eyes. "I just thought it was strange is all."

"Strange?" They finally let you go, moving over to look over the ditch themselves, as if to block your path. "What is?"

"Well," You make a face down at your beat up sneakers. "The grave looks very…machine dug. It's not really what you'd expect from someone crawling out of their own grave, right?"

Your companion freezes, turning slowly too look you up and down in a new light. Their entire countenance changes, as if a switch has been flipped.

"Come to think of it, you don't have a suit," They stalk back to you, taking your hands carefully into theirs. "And your fingernails are too clean to have dug yourself out."

"In the first place," You venture, as they let your hands drop,"Where's my coffin?"

That seems to puzzle them as well, both of you leaning over to peek at the empty grave. It truly looks too clean to have been done by human hands, the walls of it oddly straight. It's about 6 feet deep, with only the side you used to climb out looking slightly lopsided.

"…Huh." Your companion says. And really, what else were you expecting? "Should have noticed that first."

"Can't really blame you." You shrug, looking around and realizing you're also not sure where the missing dirt is, "I'd be more concerned about the amnesiac too."

"I think," Your companion finally decides, having also looked around and found nothing, "that maybe I should take you to my friends so we can sort this out."

"Sure." You agree, amiably. You have this vague notion like you should be more cautious, second locations and all that, but you also have this weird certainty that there's nothing that you can't really handle.

Do all amnesiacs have this kind of cockiness? Or is it just you? You eye your companion up and down as they take out their phone to contact their people, suddenly realizing that maybe you should have taken note of this before.

He's of African descent, skin a smooth and oddly comforting umber color. His eyes are cocoa brown, bright and rounded almond, reminding you of a chocolate Labrador. His hair is in beaded braids, some golden rings decorated here or there.

He's a handsome man, buffer than you are, though only slightly shorter than you. You think, in normal circumstances, that perhaps you would be in trouble. Your own arms are toned but slim, and though you seem to have some abs, you are more of a lean variety.

Still, you somehow know you could take him.

Strange.

"Alright," he says into the phone, "I'll see you at Leslie's."

When he hangs up and gestures for you to follow him with a smile, you realize that maybe you have forgotten something else important.

"So," You say as you trail behind him, "my name might be a mystery, but will yours stay one too?"

The man jolts, twisting around suddenly to a stop. "Right! Sorry," he holds out a hand, sheepishly smiling, "I'm Duke. Duke Thomas."

"Nice to meet you Duke." You smile as you shake his hand, feeling oddly warm. "I guess for now, you can call me Danny until proven otherwise."

"Nice to meet you too, Danny." Duke laughs, tugging you along, both of you walking side by side towards a motorcycle parked just outside the graveyard. "Let's get you sorted, yeah?"

You hop onto the bike behind Duke, feeling a little guilty about dirtying up the spare helmet you were given. The drive from there is smooth, refreshing on your skin—the sights slide by in technicolor and you lean back to flow with it, hands tight around Duke's waist.

You've forgotten your name, though you seem to have a lead on it.

You've forgotten a lot of things, truly.

But somehow, you remember this: this feeling of flying through a city, wind whipping around you, a kind of lightness to your body that feels like gravity is only an occasional visitor.

You find solace in that, this strangely familiar feeling and the warmth that seeps from Duke in front of you.

Somehow, you know:

All is as it should be.

[revelboo]

Heya again boo! I'm feeling better now the dermatologist gave me some creams and special soap for my body,btw how's reader now?

Glad you’re doing better! It’s not fun figuring out you’re allergic to something the hard way- the Sol de Janeiro 76 kicked my butt recently, but nowhere near needing a hospital bad. Funnily I bought it because it had similar scents to my stuff from Bath and Body Works that I love

L.G. Fuad Pt 14

Tarn x Reader

• Venting as you shudder, he slides the damp cloth against you. Aware of Nickel muttering behind him as he runs a cloth covered servo over you. Hears your breathing change as you turn your head away from him, staring at a wall. This is only him being thorough, not curious about you or the heat of you. You’re sentient, but primitive. Organic. Nothing about you should be the least bit interesting. Servos tracing you, sliding against you to make you squirm and grab his wrist again, eyes wide and pleading. And he reluctantly moves on to wash your legs.

• Face flushed as he grips your leg just below your knee to run the damp cloth down your ankle, you see his attention shift. Is he staring at your everything after petting you with a servo? Turns out you can still muster some embarrassment and you cover yourself with a hand. Reaching up with your free hand to scrub your arm against your streaming eyes, aware that you’re wheezing. That your skin, your eyes, and throat are starting to itch. That nothing about you is sexy even if your giant alien didn’t see you as the alien equivalent of a gerbil.

• “They’re making a noise,” he murmurs, as you cough and he can hear your breathing, almost a rasping sound as he slides the cloth over the bottom of your foot and you jerk in his grip with a yelp. Pulling against his hold. Curious, he brushes the bottom of your foot again and you squirm, making a funny little noise- are you laughing? Amused as you glare up at him, chirping and from the sound of it, fussing at him. “Their breathing sounds off,” he adds as Nickel joins him with her smallest infuser and he frowns. ‘It should help,’ she says in answer to his stare.

• Your mech and Blue are talking and the little femme has a weird looking thing in her hands that you’ve never seen before. But whatever it is, he sounds unhappy as Blue becomes more insistent. And then he’s grabbing your shoulders in his big hands as Blue fits the nozzle of the thing against your hip. Alarm bells start ringing even before you hear the hiss and the punch of a needle. Like getting stung by a thousand giant yellow jackets all at once.

• Screeching like you’re being brutally murdered as Nickel vents and pulls the infuser away, he winces at the little drop of blood on your skin. And you’re wailing. Knows the infuser is meant to inject directly into lines, but Nickel had assured him that it would work on you. Hadn’t imagined you’d react like this, wailing and leaking again. Slapping him hard when he tries to wipe the blood away with the damp cloth. And then just bawling. Did it really hurt that bad? “Shh, little one,” he croons, focusing on not using his ability. Dragging you into his lap he tries to massage the lump he can feel under your skin from the infuser, you just screech louder, crying and trying to smack him as he hooks his arms around you in self defense and rests his chin on top of your head to keep you from thrashing and hurting yourself. Looking up at Nickel’s laugh, his optics narrow as she looks at him over the top of a datapad. “Erase that recording right now,” he growls. “Nickel.”

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[covenofagatha]

All that's left to burn (Part 3)

You're reeling from Lilia's tarot cards—who will be betrayed?

Word count: 6.9k

Warnings: murder, gun play, threesome, oral sex, sex

Sacrifice. Betrayal. 

The words echoing in your head drown out the casual conversation Agatha and Rio are having. Once or twice, they look toward you and you nod, feeling like your head is bobbing in molasses, but they don’t question you. 

What if they turn you in? What if they cut a deal with the police? Who’s worth more to them: two killers from a small town or the former agent who killed an FBI director? 

You honestly don’t know. 

Maybe you could make a deal. You could say they made you do it, that you were blackmailed. They’ve been stalking you since you were about ten years old—except you killed that old woman when you were ten. 

There isn’t a solution, there isn’t a way out. What do you do?

“Are you okay?” Agatha asks and her voice cuts through the ringing in your ears. She’s looking at you with an eyebrow arched and you stare blankly at her. 

Rio reaches an arm out, fingers hesitating just mere inches from you. “You look like you’re going to be sick. Is it the pizza?” 

You might be able to blame it on the food court if you had taken more than one bite. They’re peering at you curiously and you feel your airway constricting. “Yeah, I’m good, I just need to get some water.” 

The metal chair legs screech against the linoleum floor as you slide back and stand up. You glance back as you walk away and see their heads close together, murmuring. A pit grows in your stomach. Maybe they’re plotting. 

There’s the logical part of your brain that’s trying to talk you down from your hysteria and you desperately want to believe it. Agatha and Rio wouldn’t do that to you. They could’ve killed you a hundred times since you met them. They came back for you! They want to be with you! Are you really going to trust tarot cards? Those aren’t even real. 

But the looks on their faces when you’d admitted you killed the man at the motel in Mississippi is still fresh in your mind. Shock…maybe a bit of annoyance…fear. 

But they said they would help you next time! 

Coldness slithers down your spine. What if that’s the trap? Get you to kill someone else and then call the police? Send you to prison? 

You don’t even know what to think anymore. You have a hard time believing they would do that, but maybe they don’t think you’re worth it anymore. 

The bells above the door to Madame Calderu’s Psychic Readings chime when you open it. You don’t even remember meaning to walk back here. Lilia isn’t in the room though so you wait for a few moments, trying desperately to avoid looking at the five tarot cards still laid out on the table. 

Then you hear someone talking. It’s nothing more than mumbling and you can’t make any of the words out. You look around to try to discern where it’s coming from—there’s about a hundred strings of beads in all different colors hanging down from an empty doorway. You step closer, careful not to breathe too loud. 

A floorboard creaks underneath you and the talking stops. You freeze. The voice starts again and you recognize Lilia. 

“It’s okay…it’s okay…you know it hurts a little…it’s okay,” she says and your brow furrows. There’s a loud sniff and you wonder what’s happening. Who is she talking to? What is she doing? What might hurt a little? 

But the lines of beads are too thick and you can’t see anything. 

And Agatha and Rio are waiting for you. 

You clear your throat. “Um, Lilia?” The rustling stops. “Hi, I just wanted—”  What did you want? How do you ask without telling her exactly what’s going on? 

Maybe you should leave. This was a bad idea. 

Before you can turn around and hurry to the door, there beads part and she’s standing there, looking a bit frazzled. You crane your neck to try to see who she was talking to, but the entrance is covered too fast when Lilia steps into the main part of the shop. 

“Everything okay?” you ask. 

Lilia smiles wryly and leads you back over to the table with her fingers lightly curled around your bicep. “Yes, of course. I’m just an old woman, dear, I’m prone to bouts of nonsense. Did you forget something? Your phone, your wallet?” 

It serves as a reminder that you have neither of those with you. You have nothing. You are alone with two serial killers. 

“No, I just was hoping for some clarification about the cards—”

She holds up a hand with rings on three of her fingers. “I can not give you clarification. Only advice.” She waits until you nod before continuing. “Do not allow the tarot to consume you. You might go crazy trying to understand what it means or how to avoid what you think will happen.” 

“But I need to know!” you exclaim. Lilia purses her lips and you still can’t shake the feeling that you’ve seen her before. “I could be in danger—” 

“—danger?” she interrupts, eyes flashing. “What happened to not believing in it?” 

It seems like the wrong moment for her to try to make a point and you scowl. “I need to know if I’m going to be betrayed. Will they betray me?” Your voice cracks, giving away just how desperate you are to have it not be true. 

Lilia sighs. “The cards do not lie. But just because you see what’s on the surface doesn’t mean you understand what’s underneath. You may think you know what the cards mean, but fate always has an interesting way of working out.” 

You don’t really know what to make of that. 

She sees the doubt still written on your face and sighs. Lilia turns to the table, reaches over, and picks up the Ten of Swords. The man still lies face down but the dark clouds above the shore look darker than they did before, if possible. Lilia conjures a pen from seemingly out of nowhere and scribbles something on the back. 

When she hands it to you, you see a phone number scrawled out. Even though you have no real way of calling her, the bad taste in your mouth starts to lessen. 

“In case you really are in danger and you can’t call the police,” she says earnestly and you meet her hazel eyes. There’s an almost knowing look and you genuinely think she might be a real psychic. 

“Thank you,” you rasp, tapping the card against your palm before tucking it into your pocket.

Lilia smiles softly as you begin to walk away to the door. “Good luck with your journey.” 

You stop dead-cold in your tracks and whirl back around. “A journey?”

“Aren’t we all on one?” she asks, rhetorical and unphased. You nod slowly, taking another step toward the exit, and she shrugs before snatching a rag off an end table and begins to shine a crystal ball. 

She starts whistling a tune and you give her one last look before hurrying back to the food court. 

Except Agatha and Rio aren’t there. 

Paranoid fear grips your throat and you turn around in a circle, frantically looking for them, feeling the walls closing in. You thought they’d turn you in, but leaving you here in a run-down mall in the middle of Nowhere, Mississippi with absolutely nothing to your name? 

That might be rock bottom. You’re not sure which is worse. 

Stay calm. You’re okay. Stay calm. You’re okay. The mantra repeats itself over and over until the words have no meaning and blur together. Ever since you met them in Westview, your entire life has been upside down. Nothing makes sense. You’ve become a completely different person. Do you want to be this person? Is this really you? What did they do to you? But you can’t really blame them, can you? You enjoyed it. You wanted it. You are a murderer. Are you losing your mind? That must be what’s happening. Staycalmyou’reokaystaycalmyou’reokay—

“There you are!” someone says and grabs your shoulder from behind, breaking you from the spiral. Your FBI training kicks in reflexively and you grip tightly onto their wrist, flip them around while spinning quickly so that their back is now pinned against your front, your arm holding them in place. You get a mouthful of thick, dark hair and when the person struggles, while saying, “It’s me! It’s just me!” you realize that you’re holding Agatha hostage. 

You let her go and she staggers away, turning around with a gleam in her eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t know who you were,” you mutter. 

“Don’t apologize. That was hot,” Agatha says with a wink and you feel a burst of heat in your stomach despite being incredibly weary of her. 

Rio sidles up to you moments later, out of breath. “Where did you go? You didn’t come back, we were worried. I checked the bathroom and you weren’t there.” 

That was going to be your excuse so you scramble for a new one. “I was just…looking for a water fountain. You know, old mall, I think there’s only one in this entire place. I had to walk almost completely to the other side.”

They don’t look entirely convinced but neither of them question you. 

“Well, shall we get out of here?” you ask, walking toward the mall doors. “I think we could get through Arkansas by the end of today.” They step up next to you, matching your strides, and out of the corner of your eye, you see them share a glance. 

“We were thinking,” Agatha says and you glance at her, “maybe once we get into Arkansas, we could spend the day there. Find a hotel, go for a swim, relax for a little bit.” 

“And if our little murderer needs to blow off some steam,” Rio jokes, nudging your elbow, and your body tenses just slightly enough that they don’t notice. 

Is this their plan? Entrap you while you’re killing someone? 

You try to brush it off. “No, I’m feeling okay, I feel like we should keep moving. I’m sure they’ve found the dead man in Jackson and we’re only a few hours away. We should put some more distance between us and him. Just because we’re ‘dead’ in Miami doesn’t mean they still can’t track us down.” 

“Oh, come on,” Agatha goads, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “don’t pretend like you aren’t just itching to do it again. Rio and I are.” You look at the other woman to find her nodding hungrily, teeth bared. Agatha lowers her voice. “Plus, it’s kind of like our wedding night. What better way to celebrate it than kill someone for the first time all together?” 

Nausea rises in your stomach. That’s a pretty fucked up way to put it. “Yeah, okay, let’s do it,” you whisper reluctantly, because if you protest anymore, they might get suspicious. 

They begin talking about supplies you’ll need—the murder weapon, cleaning supplies, gloves, how to avoid getting blood on your clothes—and you’re violently forced to remember just how adept they are at this. Even though they don’t have Agatha’s poisons which stopped the heart in a gruesome way and limited bleeding when Rio cut it out, efficient methods fly back and forth. You don’t give any input because you’re not very good at this part of it. 

You weren’t exactly worried with cleaning up your mess when you murdered the two men in your sleep. And Tony was a copy-cat kill, plus you had the vial of Agatha’s poison. And the woman from the woods, well. That wasn’t exactly thought-through at all. 

“What do you think, doll?” Rio asks and it jolts you out of your thoughts. Both of them are looking at you intently. 

“Oh, I’m good with whatever. Arson isn’t a bad way to do it,” you say, immediately wanting to take it back. There’s no thrill in arson, even though you think it’s less likely for them to be able to catch you in a trap that way. 

Agatha raises an eyebrow. 

But maybe if you can set things up on your terms, you won’t give them a chance to betray you. Your pulse starts to race at the thought of turning the tables. 

If you ask them to get the supplies, they’ll be on tape preparing for the murder. You can pick the house, one that’s secluded in the middle of the woods, preferably not near a police station or anything. In this part of the country, it shouldn’t be that hard. You could use the victim’s phone, maybe take an incriminating video or photos of Agatha and Rio to use as leverage if they do try anything. 

You may think you know what the cards mean, but fate always has an interesting way of working out. 

Lilia’s warning makes you pause. What if, by doing this, you’re the one who betrays them? What if they’re planning nothing like what you’re accusing them of and you send them to jail? When their only crime was choosing you? Are you sacrificing them? 

The overthinking is making your head hurt and you can’t tell what’s real or not real anymore. 

“I think arson’s a little too on the nose,” Rio says levelly and you nod, not fully hearing her. “Strangulation’s not bad. Or maybe a gunshot. Obviously not as much of a ‘crime of passion’ or as ‘dramatic’ as we used to be, but for the purposes of not drawing too much attention to ourselves…” 

“Rio’s right,” Agatha decides and your gaze snaps to her. “We just need something simple. Let’s start driving again and once we cross the border, we’ll start looking for a convenience store. We’ll need gloves for sure, hats and sunglasses might not be a bad thing just to keep anyone from noticing us.” 

You frown and try to make one last-ditch attempt to stop you from being betrayed by them or stop you from betraying them. You don’t even know which one is right at this point. “If it’s going to be something simple, why bother at all? I’m really okay and you both seemed totally fine when we made the rule to stop killing. You don’t have to do this just because you think it’s what I want.”

Rio saunters toward the car and tosses a wink over her shoulder at you. “We’re just in the mood for some really hot sex. To, you know, consummate our eternal bond. Oh, the romance.” 

Agatha takes your hand and rubs the ring that’s now painfully digging into your flesh. Ironic, you think. 

You’ll get your leverage. But you won’t use it. If they aren’t going to hurt you, you won’t have to hurt them. 

But it’s better to be safe than sorry. 

——

It’s dark out by the time you’re all ready. 

There had been a gas station just over the Arkansas border where Agatha had used up most of the remaining cash you’d pooled together before you left. Rio had gone in, jamming a baseball cap low on her head, and got three soggy sandwiches, a box of latex gloves, and wet wipes. You had given her a look when she tossed the wipes and the box into the back seat. 

“What?” she said, a bit of a snap to her tone. “This gas station wasn’t selling bleach.” 

The pit in your stomach only grew more after that. 

Agatha finally found a grocery store and you were the one that had to go in and buy some ropes just in case you’d need them. Agatha and Rio were already seen on the cameras at the gas station, they reasoned, and it was better to keep reappearances across town to a minimum. So you traipsed down the aisles, picking up rope, extra pairs of clothes, a bag of chips, and a bottle of wine. 

Getting a little tipsy certainly couldn’t harm anyone. 

Until you were checking out and the cashier scanned the wine. She looked you dead in the face and asked, “Can I see your ID?” 

You had stared blankly at her and she repeated the question. You shook your head and told her you didn’t need the wine and then she had called her manager over on the walkie-talkie, forcing you to sprint out of the store. 

Both Agatha and Rio tried to hide how upset they were and you apologized until they eventually said they forgave you. But you had to get back on the interstate and drive another fifty miles before you could stop again just in case. 

There was apparently no such thing as too paranoid. 

Rio went into the grocery store that time and walked out carrying a bag with rope, three shirts, three pairs of pants, and three sets of plain bra and underwear. 

The next batch of bad news came when Rio handed over Agatha all the money she had left and it was three dollar bills and about twenty-seven cents in change. 

“We need to find someone who’s rich,” Agatha muttered. It gave the murder a bit more meaning and importance, just because if you didn’t do it tonight, you three wouldn’t make it much further at all. 

So she’d driven just a bit further, until you got to Little Rock, and parked the car outside one of the nicer clothing stores. The engine was turned off and the three of you sat in silence, sweating, as you watched for someone who would do. 

Hours passed and you’d gotten out to pee. Rio came with you and Agatha stayed back.

“It really does look good on you, you know?” she had said, looking at your ring in the mirror. You showed it off to her, catching light on the silver, and she kissed you slowly but hotly, which left you wanting more. But Rio had pulled back and tutted and on your way back to the car, you held open the door for a man. 

He had put his hand on your waist, leaned in, and whispered, “Thanks, sweetheart.” Chills went up your spine and Rio glared daggers at him. 

Rio slid back into the front seat of the car while you climbed in the backseat. She pointed to the man who was now walking down the sidewalk. The sun reflected off his Rolex watch and blinded you. An asshole and rich. 

Perfect. 

Agatha tailed him to his house. It was a big manor, relatively secluded, with a wrap-around porch. The exterior walls were blue with a white trim, and large windows were covered up by curtains. It was impossible to see inside the house. There was a brick walkway leading up to the stairs to the red front door and there was a standalone garage behind it. 

Only one car, the one you followed. 

The next hour is spent still waiting, parked on the street, just to see if anyone else comes to his home or if he left. 

No one does, except for a blue car that drives by, and the moment the pinks and purples of the sunset fade into a dark blue, Rio opens the glove compartment and pulls something out before fastening the rope around her waist. You grab three pairs of latex gloves and hand them around and shove the wet wipes into your pocket. Your fingers brush against the tarot card that Lilia gave you and you stiffen. 

A reminder. 

The plan is for you and Rio to sneak around the back while Agatha goes up to the front door because the man doesn’t know who she is. You’ll either find an unlocked door or window or break one. Agatha will keep distracting him and then you’ll get him from behind, tie him up, and take him to the living room. That’s as far as you all got. 

Planning an un-incentivized murder wasn’t the same as when you had a reason for it. You figured you’d cross that bridge when you got there and figure out what felt right. Plus, as Agatha pointed out, it might be better to use what’s in the house. That way, it would just look like a robbery gone wrong. 

What they don’t know is that you’re going to take his phone. Even if you don’t get anything incriminating right now, at least you’ll have something. You’ll be a little less stranded. 

In just about twelve hours, you’ve gone from feeling completely accepted and loved to alienated and afraid. This whole mess seems reckless and stupid now. 

Did I choose the right path? 

You had been so certain that you had. And now you just want to cry. 

Rio waves you along once you get out of the car and you sneak up the yard in the shadows, press against the side of the house, and creep around to the back. You peer around the gutter pipe at the corner of the house to see the same man from the store wearing a red apron over a gray t-shirt and jeans while flipping a burger on the outside grill. The patio door that leads to the house is wide open. 

Rio snickers as he takes a swing of beer and spills it all over himself. He swipes the back of his hand across his mouth and goes back to tenderly poking the meat with his spatula. 

The doorbell rings. Agatha. 

The man curses, cleans his hands off his apron, and takes the burger off the grill, setting it onto an open patty. He heads inside, leaving the door wide open. You and Rio both put your gloves on. 

Rio makes a beeline for the burger and takes a bite. Red liquid pours down her chin and it looks like she’s bleeding. A heat flickers to life inside you, both from the visual and from the anticipation of what’s about to happen, even though you’re nervous. 

Your first feeling when you enter the house through the back is disappointment. He has a house this nice and this is what he does with it? 

There’s one couch facing a giant flatscreen television in the living room and posters of football jerseys hanging up on the wall. You can tell Rio’s thinking the same thing by the disgusted wrinkle of her nose. The island is fully covered in whiskey bottles and wine glasses and hard seltzers and you’re sure if you looked in the refrigerator, there would be nothing more than some lunch meat and maybe an expired bottle of mustard. 

Agatha’s voice is growing louder, maybe a sign that her conversation is ending, and Rio rummages around in a drawer in the kitchen. You’re standing guard, keeping your eyes peeled around the corner to the front door, where Agatha is gesturing wildly. She’s going on and on about how her car broke down and she lost her phone and she doesn’t know where she is and the man keeps trying to interject, but she won’t let him. You smile softly despite the tension in your body. 

There really is something about her. 

“How’s this?” Rio whispers, nudging against you and showing you what’s in her hand. It’s a meat tenderizer. 

You raise your eyebrows at it and nod, pursing your lips. “Yeah, I think it’ll do the job.” 

She hands it to you and you swallow roughly. It feels heavy and you tap the end against your other hand, imprinting the pattern into the latex. You can’t wait to take the gloves off. Your hands are sweaty and itchy. 

As you’re tip-toeing behind him, out of the corner of your eye, you see his phone resting on the foyer table. Your steps almost falter but you switch your gaze back to him and you think you see Agatha’s eyelashes flutter in a wink. 

He must notice that Agatha is looking behind him and he turns. His eyes widen in shock at you and before you can think too hard, you swing the tenderizer. 

It hits his temple, there’s a shower of blood, and he crumples to the floor with a groan. Exhilaration rushes through you and even though you think you might be in danger, you remember why you picked this path. 

You can almost feel the blood flowing through your veins, feel the fog in your head lift, feel the electricity cackling under your skin. There’s a dull heartbeat in your core that only worsens with the dark heat in Agatha’s eyes and the hunger in Rio’s gaze as they look at you, your face dotted with specks of red. 

Everything seems to be in slow motion until Agatha closes the front door and hurries over to the man, who is twitching on the ground like a fish out of water. 

Now’s your chance. 

Rio grabs the man’s legs and Agatha grips his wrists and together, they haul him over to the couch. Rio slips the rope off her torso and binds his hands together. He’s moaning something unintelligibly and you inch backwards toward the phone. 

All you have to do is slip it into your pocket. 

You hear them talking quietly about what to do with them, about if Rio and you saw anything in the kitchen, when you turn around to pick up the phone. 

There’s a click and your breath catches. Chest rising and falling, you swallow hard before pivoting and the tenderizer slips from your hand and falls with a loud thud. 

Rio has a gun pointed right at you. It’s a revolver, by the looks of it, with a long, thin silver barrel and a pearl grip. “What are you doing, doll?” she asks casually. 

“I was just—nothing, I just was going to see if he had any money,” you stammer. 

Rio takes a step toward you and the man on the couch starts to freak out. Agatha takes a piece of paper, crumples it up, and stuffs it into his mouth. 

“Are you sure? Because it looked like you were trying to get the phone,” Rio says, pointing the tip of the gun down at the end table. “Oh my god, shut up!” 

The man is hysterical now, sobbing, whimpering around the make-shift gag, and Rio rolls her eyes, turns around, and shoots him right between the eyes. You jump. 

The air seems to tighten with fear, dread, and danger. Your brain moves a hundred miles a minute trying to plan an escape should you need one. 

Rio advances toward you and you try not to cower, even as she clicks the hammer and the cylinder of bullets spins. 

“Where did you get that?” you ask. 

She grins maniacally. “At the store back in Mississippi. What were you planning on doing with the phone?” 

“I just wanted to check the news,” you scramble and Rio raises an eyebrow. You briefly look past her at Agatha, who’s browsing the living room. She doesn’t meet your gaze. “You know, see if there was anything about the man from the hotel or from my house back in Miami. Just to see if the police had anything.” 

Rio muses on this and nods slowly. “Do it quick then.” 

You grab the phone and tap the screen. It comes to life on a picture of a model with barely-covered cleavage. You ignore it and swipe up. 

Please enter the passcode or use face ID. 

Grimacing, you show Rio the screen. She takes the phone from you and calls out Agatha’s name while you lose all hope in your plan. Rio keeps the revolver trained on you while Agatha walks the phone over to the dead man and holds it out in front of his face. You wonder if the bullet hole in his forehead will cause any problems, but Agatha comes back a moment later and hands the phone back to you, unlocked. 

You open Google and type in news. Rio’s moved closer to you so you don’t dare try anything else. You can only see the first few words of the headlines and you scan them quickly for anything that stands out. 

Attempted prison break out in…

Should cops ride horses? The answer…

27 ways to use corn in…

“Anything?” Rio asks with a taunting tone. 

Shaking your head, you turn the phone off and try to keep your hands from trembling as you set it behind you. The latex gloves are killing you and so you rip them off and shove them into your pocket. 

Rio tuts and motions to the ground. “Get on the floor.” 

Heart pounding, you drop to your knees and gasp as she presses the revolver against your head. 

Is this it? 

Is this how it ends? 

Agatha comes up behind her wife so they’ll be the last two people you see. It’s fitting, really. They were the ones who brought you to life, so to speak. 

Rio’s finger finds the trigger and the thrumming inside you, under your skin, only grows worse. So close to death, and yet, you feel so alive. Do they feel it, too? 

There’s a wild look on Rio’s face as she stares down at you and a matching expression on Agatha’s. 

“You look so pretty like this,” Rio coos and your body feels like it’s overheating. 

It forces you back to the night when you found them in that house, having killed the man and the woman after handcuffing you to the bed. A gun had been against you that time, too. Your own gun. 

Will she pull the trigger this time? 

Or will it end the same way?

Your body betrays you and you feel the pool between your legs. Not only do you get off on murder apparently, you now get off on the sense that you could be murdered. 

But it’s not really about that. 

It’s about the control. 

“I think she’s enjoying this, Rio,” Agatha says in a hushed, awed voice and you bite your bottom lip, refusing to give her that satisfaction. 

Rio trails the gun down the side of your face and you shiver. “I think you’re right. Our little superstar likes the danger.” 

She presses the muzzle to your mouth. You can feel the cold metal against your teeth and your heart rate skyrockets. 

“Do you trust us?” Agatha asks and your eyes flick to hers. The vein in her forehead is throbbing and she looks like she’s losing herself in the visual. 

Do you trust them? 

Can you trust them? 

Betrayal. Sacrifice. 

If they were going to kill you, they would’ve done it by now. If they were going to turn you in, they would’ve done it by now. 

You nod your head ever so slightly and swear their expressions light up. The condensation from your muffled breaths fogs up the silver barrel. She takes the gun away for just a second to take off her gloves before putting it right back where it was. 

“Open your mouth, baby,” Rio says, the gentleness standing in stark contrast to the extra pressure she puts on your lips with the muzzle. 

Your mouth drops open just enough for her to slip the tip of the gun in, her finger still on the trigger. You’ve seen how precise she is with a knife so you’re not worried about her accidentally pulling it, but just the knowledge that she could has you heating up even more. 

She pushes the barrel further in, the muzzle almost reaching the back of your throat, and you gag around it. Agatha chuckles breathlessly and if you weren’t trained to notice these kinds of things, you’d probably miss the slight twitching in her hands and the almost indiscernible way she shifts her weight. You want them—you need them. 

Holding eye contact with Agatha, you begin to bob your head slowly up and down the barrel of the gun and Rio lets out a small gasp. It’s getting to them both maybe more than they thought but it just adds to the pulsing of your clit. 

Their darkness has threatened to overwhelm you since you were ten years old. 

But now you want it to. 

They wouldn’t betray you because you’re too much like them. You feel things the same way they do. They need this too much—need you too much. 

Just like you need them. 

Rio rips the revolver out of your mouth with a wet pop, strands of your saliva still sticking to it, and she tugs you up by your hair before pulling your mouth to hers. She engulfs your lips with a dominating hunger and you slump against her body because your knees ache from kneeling on the floor for that long. Her arms come around you to catch you and she slips her tongue into your mouth. You bite it and the metallic taste of her blood fills your tastebuds, joining the silvery tang still left from the gun. 

Agatha yanks you off her by the scruff of your neck and clashes her lips onto you, moaning at the copper hint she tastes. Rio steps behind you and pushes up your shirt and you gasp at her cold hands on your bare skin. You frantically pull at Agatha’s pants, just needing something to quell the ache inside you. 

“I need—please—need to touch you, need you to touch me,” you whimper against Agatha and feel her smirk. 

Is there a way to do this without getting your DNA everywhere? Before, they had their top-grade cleaning supplies so they didn’t have to worry about that. Now, you have a packet of wet wipes. 

They don’t seem to care. 

Agatha walks you back into the kitchen, presses you against the island, mouth never leaving yours. Rio trails after you and sweeps all of the alcohol off it, sending it shattering on the floor. You pull away from Agatha for a second to raise an eyebrow at her. 

Rio shrugs. “It’ll look more like a break-in.” 

You accept it and Agatha’s tongue is shoved into your mouth. She puts her hands on your lower back to hoist you up so you’re sitting on the marble countertop and unbuttons your pants. You help her pull them over your ass and down your legs to your ankles while she breathes into your open mouth. There’s a furious ache inside you and when Agatha slips her hand into your underwear and touches your clit, you see white. 

Someone’s hands grip your hair and drag you away from Agatha, who looks excited. Glancing behind you, you see that Rio has climbed onto the island behind you. Her legs are bare. Your breath stutters in your throat as she lowers you until you’re laying on your back on the cool marble, Rio looking down at you. 

Agatha sinks to her knees so her head is level with your clothed cunt and pulls you closer to the edge by the back of your legs. Her hot breaths against the wet fabric of your underwear make you shiver. She pulls the gusset over just as Rio moves over you, positioning her own bare pussy right above your watering mouth. You can see her folds glistening and almost fused together and you can smell her and you’d surge up and begin tasting her if you didn’t know better.

Agatha finally licks up your slit with her flattened tongue and it makes you keen right before Rio lowers herself onto your mouth. You’re immediately overwhelmed by her and you start rubbing her clit enthusiastically. She is wet. Her thighs tighten around your head and she already throbs just from the little stimulation and watching Agatha go down on you. 

Agatha’s tongue dips inside you, stroking against your walls, and you make a sound that’s muffled by Rio’s cunt. The woman on top of you gasps and her hips buck, smearing wetness all over your face. 

“Yes, fuck, doll, right there,” Rio groans, riding your face fast, more liquid leaking out of her into your waiting mouth. You swirl your tongue around her clit and you feel it pulse. Rio rakes up your shirt even more, hiking it to just below your bra, and digs her nails into your stomach. Your back arches off the counter, allowing Agatha’s tongue to get deeper inside you, and you groan loudly. 

You suck on Rio’s clit right when Agatha scrapes her teeth against yours and you and Rio both make strangled sounds. Sparks are racing under your skin, tension building in your stomach that’s been growing since you walked into this man’s house, and the pleasure Agatha is giving you is making you dizzy. Your cheeks are sticky and your tongue is burning but the fire in your stomach is roaring, finally being fed, and is there really anything more romantic than this? 

Than finding not one person, but two, who accept you, who see the darkness inside you and nourish it, who love you despite it? Maybe even because of it? 

Agatha bites your inner thigh roughly and the pain bleeds into a new pleasure, the sting of her teeth only making your clit throb even more. Your walls are clenching sporadically, hips grinding up and down on her face, and Rio is doing the same thing on top of you. 

Your mouth movements become sloppy against her but you do your best to double down and lap at her clit while occasionally moving down to shove your tongue inside her cunt. She always lets out a breathy gasp when you do and it sends a tingle straight down to your pussy, where Agatha just makes it worse. 

It’s like you’re in a whirlpool, getting sucked down into them, spinning out of control, but there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. All thoughts of the tarot cards are gone, thrown out by Agatha’s mouth pushing you higher than you’ve ever been, and you find it silly how nervous you were. 

“God, so good, fuck, I’m going to come,” Rio groans, writhing around on top of you, and she grinds down hard against your tongue, taking what she needs. You let out a muffled noise, the vibrations making her thighs shake, and Agatha picks up her speed too, tongue thrashing around your clit. Her nails dig into your legs and you gutturally moan into Rio’s cunt. 

She comes all over your face, more wetness gushing out, with a loud exhale. Rio still rides your face gently and you keep your tongue flattened so she can come down from the aftershocks. 

Agatha slots a hand up between your thighs and roughly pushes two fingers into you, curls them just right, and you see stars. Your orgasm hits you hard and Rio has to climb off your face because the echoes from the sounds you’re making are too much against her sensitive pussy. Agatha keeps licking at your clit and fucking you with her fingers until you weakly sit up and grab onto her hair. 

You tug her head up, a flash of pleasure running through you when you see your wetness staining her cheeks, and notice that she has a hand shoved into her pants. Your mouth drops open. 

Rio chuckles lowly as she slides off the counter and saunters over to her wife. She pulls Agatha’s hand out of her pants and salaciously takes Agatha’s middle three fingers into her mouth. They hold heated eye contact and you’re tempted to sneak a hand back between your legs. 

Once cleaned sufficiently, Agatha slips her fingers out of Rio’s mouth and dries them on her shirt. 

“Let’s check for money,” Agatha says, voice significantly deeper. You push yourself off the counter with a strong effort and pull up your pants. Rio gets dressed next to you. 

While Agatha searches the kitchen for cash, Rio goes upstairs, and you run the wet wipes over the counter in the hopes you’ll erase any trace of you or Rio. 

Rio bounds down the stairs holding a thick wad of bills, about two thousand dollars after she counts it. 

“That should last us a little bit,” Agatha approves and Rio grins while she tucks it inside her pocket. 

For good measure, you smash a window with your elbow that you wrap in one of the man’s jackets and Rio retrieves the bullet from his forehead. You definitely wouldn’t have thought of that, but it’ll make it harder for them to track down the gun now. 

Agatha raids the pantry and doesn’t find much besides Monster energy drinks and packets of ramen noodles. 

You’re reminded that men are very predictable. 

“Everyone ready?” Agatha asks. You and Rio both nod and check out the peephole to the door to see if anyone is there. A blue car drives by but once it’s out of sight, you three make a break for the car. 

“Good wedding night?” Rio jokes, glancing back at you once Agatha starts to pull into the road. 

You snort but nod. “Just how I pictured it,” you tease. 

Agatha laughs and looks over her shoulder. “Oh, I’m sure you did. Murder and sex—what else do you need?” 

Something is folded in your pocket weirdly and it’s making sitting uncomfortable. You reach in and pull it out. 

The Ten of Swords. 

Contemplating it, you chew on your bottom lip. You feel bad for doubting Agatha and Rio, they wouldn’t hurt you. You’re convinced more than ever now that they wouldn’t betray you, or sacrifice you. 

But there’s still a nagging feeling in the back of your mind. 

Just because you see what’s on the surface doesn’t mean you understand what’s underneath.

Is there something you’re not seeing? 

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[starkeynation]

The Last Time

Inspired by The Last Time by Taylor Swift

Masterlist

Rafe’s pov

It’s pouring and i find myself at her door just like all those times before, I’m not sure how i got there it’s like all roads they lead me here.

My y/n, is getting married in two weeks- how did we get here? How can i just let her go?

Sure, we fought—a lot. But we always found our way back to each other, didn’t we? It wasn’t healthy and it’s not normal for couples to break up a thousand time and get back together again, I know that. But maybe nothing about us was ever normal. And that never changed the fact that I truly love her.

A warm light spills from her bedroom window, casting a glow onto the wet pavement. I figured she’s home.

I ring the bell before I can talk myself out of it, my heart pounding louder than the rain.

A few beats later, the door swings open. And there she is.

"Rafe?" Her voice is laced with exhaustion, eyes widening in disbelief. “Why are you here?”

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me..all i know is i just walked here all the way from my house.” I swallow hard, searching for the right words. "I need to talk to you, okay?"

She exhales sharply, shaking her head. “Rafe,how much more is there to say? I’m so tired of this. We’re done. We’ve been done. I’m literally getting married in two weeks.”

“I know,” I say quickly. “That’s why I’m here. Just please, hear me out.”

“No.” She steps back, her voice firm. “I’m not playing this game anymore. Just go home.”

She’s about to shut the door but I stopped her, “please y/n, this is the last time okay I promise,” I plead, my voice laced with desperation. “I’m not here to fight or ask you take me back. This time i really want to apologize for my wrongdoings and clear everything up, okay?”

She shakes her head, “i think I’ve heard enough apologies over the past years from you, Rafe. I’m not interested in hearing another one,” she says with cold detachment.

“Go back home,” she orders before shutting the door.

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes as the rain continues to drench me.

"I'm not leaving," I say, loud enough for her to hear through the door. "Not until you hear me out. I don’t care if I freeze out here. I’m not leaving."

Silence. Then, footsteps retreating.

She doesn’t care.

But I do.

I know I’ll regret this if I don’t say what I need to say—if I don’t try one last time before she gets married and I lose her forever.

Y/n’s Pov:

He finds himself at my door just like all those times before. He wears his best apology but I was there to watch him leave.

And all the times i let him in, just for him to go again, disappear when he comes back.

This time I’m done.

I won’t buy any of his words anymore but standing right before his eyes after no contact for almost two years, I can’t help it. My heart is aching.

After I shut the door behinds me, I try to ignore it. I go back to my room, force myself to stay still. But the longer I sit there, the harder it becomes to ignore the sound of the rain hammering down outside.

He’s still there.

Minutes pass. Maybe more.

And then, against my better judgment, I get up.

I open the door.

He’s shivering, drenched, his lips slightly blue. He looks up at me with those stupidly familiar eyes, and something inside me cracks.

I sigh, stepping aside. “Come in before you get sick.” This is the last time I’ll let him in my door.

But before I can pull him in, he grabs my hand, his grip firm yet gentle. "Come with me."

He pulls me into the rain “What?” I frown.

“Rafe, I just showered—”

“Dance with me.”

I blink at him. “Are you insane?”

“I promise y/n, this is the last thing I’ll ever ask from you,” he says, his voice quieter now, raw and honest. "Just dance with me."

And maybe it’s the rain, or maybe it’s the way his hands settle around my waist like they belong there, but I let him pull me into a slow dance—right there, in the middle of the downpour.

If anyone would sees us right now, they’d think we’re crazy. Maybe we are.

I know this is wrong.

But in that moment, nothing else exists.

No past. No future. No reasons why. Just us.

The rain begins to slow, turning into a gentle drizzle. And then, in a barely audible whisper, he says, "I probably won’t be there to ask you for a dance at your wedding… so please, let me have this one now."

My breath hitches.

Tears well in my eyes because—God—it hits me. We’ve known each other for so long. Back when we were still friends we’ve talked how we gonna be there at each other’s wedding and how I hoped that I’ll marry him when we were together. He will always be my first love.

Now, I’m not marrying him and how I wish he wouldn’t be at the wedding cause I don’t think I could handle seeing his face there.

"Rafe…" My voice trembles.

He pulls me closer, resting his forehead against mine, his hands shaking. "I’m too much of a coward to look you in the eyes, so just listen, okay?"

I nod, my heart in my throat.

"I'm sorry for everything," he murmurs. "We’ve known each other for so long. We were best friends before we ever dated, and maybe that’s why I couldn’t accept that we were better off that way. Maybe that’s why I kept holding on, even when I knew we were breaking each other. But I want you to know that I’m happy for you. I really am. You deserve a love that doesn’t hurt. A love that’s easy. And I—I hope he gives you that."

Tears slip down my cheeks.

"This is the last time I'll ever come here. The last time for everything," he continues. "Please be happy. And please… please know that I truly love you. Even if we’re just meant to be friends in the end."

I lift my head, finally meeting his gaze.

I don’t know what to say.

Because maybe… maybe a part of me still loves him, too.

But I also know this is for the best.

"You will always be my first love, Rafe," I whisper.

A small, broken smile tugs at his lips. He cups my face, pressing his forehead against mine.

And for a moment, I let myself wonder.

If things had been different.

If we had been different.

If it were this lips in front of me that I’d be kissing when I say “I do” in two weeks.

Then, softly—so softly—he presses a lingering kiss to my forehead.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

And then, he lets go.

He takes a step back.

And just like that—

With my whole body drenched, tears falling, i watch him walk away.

“This is the last time.”

A/N: FINALLY no more draft angst🥳 also I’ve always wanted to slow dance in the middle of the rain to The Last Time hence, the story😇 and eid mubarak to those celebrating!

[apollodreams]

Got sad while listening to Mamma Mia by ABBA today because it made me think about loustat so there's that

[all4yoi]

𝒩ot a bet﹕hyung line

𝑒nhypen x fem!reader ⚹ cw: each member ranges from 5-1k wc, fluff, lowercase intended, they swear, crying, uh someone kneels, not proud w heejake's 😞, not proofread ( lmk if i missed something! )

sypnosis : upon learning that you were merely the stake in a bet, they wasted no time in mending your relationship.

part one !

★ LEE HEESEUNG ( 0.8k wc )

"y/n wait!"

heeseung's voice only made you walk faster. you didn't want to humiliate yourself further by stopping and talking to him. all you wanted to do now was to just march out of the school, go home, lock yourself in your room and maybe eat a tub of ice cream while you ugly cry yourself to sleep.

"y/n, please." heeseung pleaded, taking your elbow in his grasp as he spun you around and pulling you closer to the point you can feel his breath on fanning your nose.

he looked at you pleadingly. "it's okay," you managed to say in a shaky voice. "i understand, you can all laugh at me all you want now-" he shook his head, "it's okay really!" you added, pursing your lips.

"i just want to be left alone now okay?" and even if he knew you didn't mean just 'now.' he'll respect your wishes and let you go, but he won't give up.

heeseung watched you walk away from him with a heavy heart, wanting nothing but to just explain everything to you before it was too late. he couldn't lose you, not like this.

when he couldn't see your figure anymore, he messily messed his hair and made his way back to the gym eager to teach a guy how to not spit nonsense.

it's been a week since that happened and a week since he's seen you in the school. he asked some of your classmates and club members but all he received were nasty glares and short cold answers. what happened between the two of you spread like wild fire the following day you walked away from him. everyone knew you were kind of a nerd, but they also knew you were a complete angel and had a heart soft as a pillow.

they also knew that betting on a person's feeling isn't exactly it. — more under the cut!

so throughout that week too, his popularity decreased day by day. he used to receive heart eyes on the hallways and joyful 'good morning, heeseung!'s by random students, now all he received were judgemental glances and they avoided him like a plague, scared to be the next target of a cruel bet.

he didn't care though, all he cared about was your wellbeing. it's been a week and you've still yet to show up to class, so imagine his surprise when you suddenly walk in to the room with your usual hair do, your bag slung over on your shoulder and your glasses almost falling off your nose bridge.

he sat up straighter, gulping as his eyes followed your every move. he could feel hear heart beating louder, as if it was calling for you, desperate to be near you again.

he needed to fix this, asap.

it felt like forever before heeseung heard the bell ring. as soon as he heard the annoying sound, he messily packed up his things and ran after you.

"y/n!" your forearm was then again grabbed by him. although this time, he turned you slowly. heeseung silently admired your face. he missed you so much.

"let me explain, please. it's not what you think. i promise." he whispered, vulnerability in his tone. the simple nod you gave was his signal to interlace his fingers with yours as he looked for an empty room.

you ignored the looks everyone threw your way, either worried and judging. all you could focus on was his warm hand on yours and how you missed it so much, you didn't even realize you both were now inside an empty classroom.

"there was no bet." you furrowed your brows, looking at him with mixed confusion and frustration. "i promise, there was no bet."

"why would they say that then?"

"i don't know, but i promise there's no bet. throughout the months we've been together everything i've said was real." he said, desperate.

heeseung stepped closer.

"what i felt for you was real," he scrambled to get his phone from his pocket, opening his messages app. "you can go through my phone all you want, ask any of my friends-" you raised a brow.

"not those friends! i mean sunghoon, jay, jungwon.. you know." your raised brow made him sputter. "to be completely honest, they've been ignoring me after they heard about what happened.."

you looked at him hesitantly as you scrolled through his messages with shaking hands. you scrolled for so long, you even reached to the messages months before you both got together.

he didn't have any messages to his basketball team group chat unless it was announcements from his coach. the group chat with his actual friends were only filled with his pining over 'the girl on the back of his biology class.'

"heeseung.."

"there's no bet, baby. i'd never do that to anyone." he whispered, stepping closer. "i can't lose you like this.. i love you."

you sniffled as you came crashing on his chest, letting tears fall again. heeseung immediately wrapped his arms around you, sighing in relief as he finally have you back in his arms.

"i was so worried baby." he mumbled, kissing your head.

"i love you forever. i'll kill everyone who tries to get in between us again," heeseung pulled you closer if it was even possible.

"and if they do, i'll make sure to fix everything even if it means the whole world would hate me."

★ PARK JONGSEONG ( 1.0k wc )

jay was confused.

the both of you had a very well planned date tonight, so he was utterly puzzled to see that you weren't responding to his messages. for heaven's sake, you didn't even read his messages, he was just left in delivered.

he had tried calling multiple times but was only met with your automated voice telling him to leave a voice message. it came to the point that he had enough and decided to drive to your house.

throughout the drive, jay wondered what could've happened. he couldn't think of anything that would make you upset like this, he hoped that you just fell asleep and forgot to have your alarm on.

walking up the porch of your house, jay rang the doorbell and was met with your mom who opened the door with furrowed brows when she laid her eyes on him.

"good afternoon mrs. l/n, is y/n home?" your mother's frown deepened, hesitantly looking at the stairs behind her before looking back at him. "i'm sorry jay, she said she doesn't want to see you?"

that caused jay to furrow his brows as well. "wha- may i ask why?"

"i was hoping you'd tell me." if jay was confused a while ago, he was even more confused now and frustrated.

"can i see her, please?" he pleads, the older woman hesitantly opened the door wider to invite him in, and before he could ascend up the stairs, your mom stopped him.

"jay.." he looked back. "i don't know what happened to you both but take it easy on her, alright? she's been crying, i can tell." jay gulped and only nodded, sending your mom a pursed smile.

he knocked on your bedroom door, when no response came, he tried to turn the knob and was thankful that it wasn't locked.

jay slowly opened your door, seeing you curled on one corner of your bed as your body shook from your sobs you tried to keep silent.

he could feel his heart break at the sight. stepping a foot inside the room, he mentally cursed at himself when he accidentally bumped on to your mirror causing your head to shoot up in alarm at the sound.

your already glassy eyes was once again filled with tears as your eyes met his. jay barely dodged the pillow you threw at him, screaming at him to "go away and never show your face to me again."

jay frowned and came closer until he was sat on the edge of your bed, ignoring the words you just shouted at him.

"baby.. what's- what's wrong?" he asked, attempting to hold your hand but you retracted it and tried to throw another pillow at him. he swiftly caught it and brought it back down gently beside you.

"was it worth the one month of free car wash?" you spat through hiccups. jay stayed silent, confused.

"of course it probably was, that's what you do right?" the sight of your swollen and red face kept breaking his heart, he was still confused on what you were talking about but he'll let you talk.

this way he knew how he'd make things better.

"make me fall in love with you in exchange of a month's free of car wash.." you muttered, your eyes still boring on to his. at your words, it finally clicked. "..am i really worth just that much?" another sob.

right, he had forgotten to end the call when his 'friend' came barging into his apartment. you had probably heard all the nonsense the guy sputtered.. but surely you must've heard the way he defended your relationship and swore at that him too?

"i thought.. high school days were done jay. please just leave me alone now. you got what you want." jay shook his head, coming closer and pulling your body to his.

he wrapped his arms around you, his hand rubbing your back as you sobbed hard. he didn't try stopping you when he felt your weak punches that you threw at his chest, his own tears clouding his vision but he didn't dare make them fall.

"you got it all wrong, baby." he whispered, rubbing your nape as your face now rested against the crook of his neck. he ignored the wetness there. "i'm guessing you overheard the conversation with sungjae?"

you nodded, now calmer but not pulling away.

"did you also hear the way i told him to drop the stupid bet he kept insisting to happen? the way i kicked him out of my apartment?" you stayed silent, only sniffling as a response.

jay sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist tighter and pulling you closer.

"the whole campus knows sungjae's an asshole, baby. he was a jerk who thought that being a dick to others were entertaining, and i guess that's why i was like that back in high school.. i wanted to be accepted in their group."

"but we're in college now, i left that group but somehow sungjae's here and is pathetically still stuck in the past." he pulled your face from his neck, cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears.

"i've loved you since high school.. and there's no bet, baby. the moment he had found out i was dating you, he kept bringing up a bet about how long we would last.. but i always shut him out, told him to cut it out and that there will be no bet happening, especially if you're the one getting betted on."

new fresh tears come rolling down your cheek, this time they were tears of relief. glad to know that everything was real, that you weren't just a toy.

"you promise you'll cut him off starting now?" you whispered, looking at him with big glassy eyes.

"i've cut him since high school, y/n. it's him who's keep clinging to me. but i promise he won't be saying anything about the both of us anymore." jay pressed your foreheads together, pressing a soft peck on your lips.

"you will forever be the prettiest and the only one i'll ever love this much in this world, my baby."

★ SIM JAEYUN ( 0.5k wc )

jake watched you run away in confusion, staring at the laughing crowd and turning to look at your locker only to be met with the note he has been telling everyone to throw away.

he angrily took it from your locker, ripping the small paper into pieces. "how many times have i told you to cut this shit out? do you want me to report all of you for harassment and bullying?" he raised his voice at the crowd who had stopped their laughter.

"that's what i thought." he frowned, pushing past them and running after you.

jake knew what everyone was doing the moment it spread that he was dating you. he had received dms telling him he could do better and if he was merely toying with your feelings.

he had told them countless times to drop it, even going far as to almost punch the person who has created the bets if it wasn't for sunoo holding him back. he had hoped that it wouldn't reach you. it was another one of his reasons on why he always went to school earlier, just in case it was placed on your locker. unfortunately, you were earlier than him today.

it's not like he was tolerating it, he had tried countless times to report it but they'd only say it was probably only for fun and he shouldn't take jokes seriously.

but jokes were meant to be funny, right?

jake opened the door that lead to the rooftop slowly, peeking his head to look if you were there. to his luck, you were.

your back faced him while your bag was placed down carelessly beside your feet. jake approached slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you further.

"baby?" he mumbled loud enough for you to hear. you turned your head towards him, showing him your tear stained cheeks. "oh, y/n." he sighed and held your cheeks, wiping away the salty liquid off your precious face.

"jake.. why are you dating me, of all people?" you ask through tears, avoiding his eyes.

jake's eyes softened, he dated you because you were different from everyone who wanted to be like the everyone else, did that make sense? you were your own person, you didn't care about social status, wealth, his circle of friends, and whether someone was good looking or not. you were soft hearted, to the point that you had let others take advantage of that leading them to walking all over you.

and he hated that.

"why not you?" he said softly, tilting your chin up so that you could meet his eyes. "you're everything i've ever needed."

"you can tell the truth." you mutter, looking at jake. his mouth formed a pout, heart broken at the way you had so little love for yourself.

"i am telling the truth, baby." he whispers, taking your hands and placing them on his face before putting his own hands back on yours. "everything is a joke to them when i'm involved." you whisper, ignoring the way your voice broke.

"we don't care about what they think, they're all just jealous. everything we've been through and what i feel for you are real, no jokes." he smiled, pulling you closer to him.

"you promise?"

"baby i'd choose you over anyone in this world over and over again until the heavens above is tired of me."

★ PARK SUNGHOON (0.7k wc)

sunghoon frowned, confused and hurt. he wanted to fix whatever happened, so he took his phone from the couch and his car keys from the wooden bowl in his foyer.

it was when he was in the elevator that he noticed his phone was open. his breath hitched, finally knowing the reason for your departure and choice of words. sunghoon quickly left the group chat and started dialing your number.

it was true that you were a bet. were. he didn't even know why he agreed, maybe because he wanted so badly to fit in. he didn't want a repeat of middle school, so instead of being the bullied and made fun of, he was now the one doing those to others. he wasn't proud of it at the slightest.

that doesn't excuse his actions though. the longer he spent time with you, the deeper he fell. sunghoon never planned for you to find out this way, he already had a plan. first he had to get rid of his 'friends', tell you everything then ask you if you still wanted him to meet your parents.

guilt always ate him alive whenever you would stay over and sleep by his side. he couldn't bring himself to meet your family knowing he hasn't told you everything and the truth.

he felt like his heart would jump out of his chest as he stood infront of the door of your house. if he died tonight on the hands of either your father or older brother, he'd welcome death with open arms.

i deserve it.

he audibly gulped when the door opened, revealing.. you. the way your brows furrowed at the sight of him tightened his chest. he stopped you before you could even close the door on him.

"y/n please, let me explain everything.. o-okay?" the way his voice cracked and the unshed tears in his eyes almost made you give in, but upon remembering what you've read, the anger in you was back.

"explain what?" you spat, turning to look over your shoulder before back at him. "that all those months i've spent loving you," you pointed at him harshly. "was just for entertainment? tell me, what was in it for you, huh?"

sunghoon shook his head, the tears now flowing down his pale cheeks. "no, no! i promise, please i love you." he reached out but you stepped back, biting your lip as you held back the tears.

"just.. leave me alone sunghoon," he felt his heart crack even more. "you've had your fun, you can laugh about i all you want now." you were taken aback when he knelt infront of you, hugging your waist as he sobbed.

"what the-" sunghoon tightened his grip on you, muttering along the words of 'im sorry', 'never meant to be like this', and something along the lines of regretting something.

"sunghoon- oh my god." you groaned as you descended to face him. "please, i didn't mean to. i-" he hiccuped, "i'm sorry, i know it was stupid and there's no reason for me to accept the bet- but i just wanted to fit in. i wanted them to take me as a part of their circle- but, but i soon realized that it was stupid." he looked at you with swollen eyes, desperation swam in his dark irises.

"because i realized that hurting you isn't worth being a part of their asshole group. it started with a bet, i admit, but i truly love you, please believe me." a sob made its way out his throat as he clung into you, his arms circling your neck. "it wasn't a lie whenever i said i'd meet your parents, i was constantly trying to get rid of them first before i met your family, i didn't want to meet them until i've told you the complete truth."

your own tears descended down your cheeks, your heart hurting for yourself and sunghoon. you stayed on the floor wrapped around each other for a moment before you both helped each other up to your feet, he looked at you intensely with red bloodshot eyes. "i'm sorry, i understand if you don't want anything to do with me anymore."

"i understand hoon," you whispered, bringing your hands to cup his face. "but you have to understand too that i can't trust you fully right up again." he nodded, putting his own hands on yours as he kissed your palms.

"i know.. and i'll spent the rest of my life earning it again. i love you."

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[valalice]

৻ꪆ caught in the act.

cw. smut nsfw. fem!reader. older gf!cait universe. age gap (10 or more years). both reader and cait are consenting adults. moder au. ceo!caitlyn. pillow humping. dom!cait if you squint. allusion to further smut.

your hips ferociously rock along the satin of caitlyn’s pillowcase, tainting it with your slick. fisting the material in your hands, gripping it so tight your knuckles turn stark white. thoughts and images of your girlfriend flooding your mind, the only thing that's been on your mind all day. wishing it was her you were grinding on, it should be her, you think.

cursing her for being so dutiful, so responsible for taking time out of her weekend, the weekend she's supposed to be sharing with you, to attend some important matters at her office that only she could take care of apparently.

you also curse her for putting a spell on you, some super secret spell she probably cast over you on one of the many nights you've fallen asleep next her. one that makes it so incredibly hard to cum when she's not around. it's pathetic. rubbing your swollen bud against the silky material for who knows how long, you're so close to your release yet so far. no amount of tweaking your erect nipples or stuffing your face in the shirt you once had on, one of her’s that smelt like her, does the trick to make the coil in your tummy snap.

huffing you release the pillow from your grasp, placing your hands on your tits to knead at them.

“cait—” you mewl, shutting your eyes tight, once again imagine that it’s cait’s skillful hands kneading at your soft flesh.

“missed me?”

you almost missed the sound of caitlyn’s voice, thinking you're just lost within your own imagination, so high on delusion that you can almost hear her voice.

“darling?”

the nickname rings alarm bells off within your head. the desperate grind of your hips stop, hands releasing your tits and falling into your lap, you reluctantly peel open your eyes, turning your head towards the door. gasping, you blink hard. lo’ and behold your girlfriend stands tall against the doorframe, leaning against it with her arms crossed. you stare wide at her, feeling much like a deer caught in headlights, understanding the bright intrusion of lights on them, but instead it’s caitlyn’s hard gaze on you, suddenly feeling very shy.

“you're home!” you enthuse, trying your best to seem as normal as you can be in this predicament. "everything went okay at the office?"

“didn’t have much to help finish up with,” she lifts herself from off the doorframe, arms uncrossing to swing at her side as she walks over to you. “like i told you before i left.” her tone laced with dissatisfaction.

“how— how long were you standing there for?” you quiz, craning your neck to look behind you where cait now stands.

she looks at you for a second before turning her attention back to observing over your bare body. “just a few minutes,” you flush at her answer, turning your head back around, bowing it to your hands in your lap. your index fingers picking at your thumbs, anticipating whatever caitlyn is going to do. shivering at the feel of a cold slender finger tracing down your spine, just to swiftly come from your skin as it nears your tailbone. “was going to watch longer, see if you could make yourself cum. but, that was silly of me to assume you could get off on your own, we both know you can't cum when i’m not around.”

oh, that stung. you accepted it's true, but heat still rushes through you from embarrassment.

“cait—”

“is that my pillow?” she cuts you off, inspected the cushion your sitting on.

“i can explain—”

“tsk.” she cuts you off again, corking her head to the side, shaking her head. “naughty, naughty girl.”

there's a shift behind you, turning your head back around to watch as within a few short clicks of her heels cait now towers in front of you, leaning down face to face. her hands balancing her weight onto your spread thighs. “and what do naughty girls get?” there's a fiery swirl in her icy eyes, similar to when a predator has caught its prey in a vulnerable position.

“punishments.”

[saetiate]

"he does love you, you know."

you tell rin this one night, a family dinner half laid out on the table.

you knew, somehow, when you met rin half a year ago, much earlier in you and sae's relationship. you know because you have it, too. that addiction to sae's validation. but you also know how he holds back his words so only himself and the dead can hear.

"he thinks you're good at what you do." you think that might matter to him more, with the way it seems to run his life. "he just doesn't say it because he thinks it's obvious, because he thinks you already know."

rin turns away. "it doesn't mean anything, coming from you."

"i know." you do know, that nothing is sweeter than sae's own words, his attention on you. "but i wanted to tell you anyways. want to give you something, even if it's not the same. even if it wouldn't be enough."

"you make him look." it's said sharply, with a twinge of envy, but you don't react. he almost wants to put his hand against your throat.

it's a realization, fast and hot like the cutting edge of a sword. he approaches you, hands on either side of you against the kitchen counter. maybe that'll do it. maybe that will-

"rin."

sae's voice rings clear as a bell as he enters the kitchen. "what are you doing?"

rin's eyes flit between yours, then to sae's. he pushes himself off the counter.

"i was just asking rin to help me find something," you smile sweetly towards sae, voice airy and easy. "i was having a brain blank, forgot where the whisk was. he was trying to tell me it was in the drawer behind me the whole time." you wave your hand, reaching for the utensil. "i think i annoyed him. you guys are pretty similar in that regard, huh?"

sae's silence is nothing if not frightening. he only interrupts it when he looms over you, squeezing your shoulder.

"yeah." he pushes you gently towards the dining room. "why don't you go sit down. i'll take over from here."

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Werewolf

There's something terrorising your town every full moon. And a stroke of bad luck has you running into it more than once.

There's something terrorising your town.

The chickens are turning up dead, torn apart with their feathers and blood clumped together all over the yard. The pigs spend every full moon squealing and running around their pens like they can smell a predator in the air. The hunters say there's strange tracks out in the deep woods, tracks bigger than any wolf they've ever seen.

And there's scratches on your door - deep, gouged out claw marks like something wants to dig its way into your house.

You try not to get worked up about it.

It's probably just a fox or a coyote, right? Everyone knows they steal a chicken now and then. And you've seen the six-packs of beer your dad takes when he goes hunting. Dog tracks look pretty damn big when you're drunk and it's dark out, don't they?

You try not to get worked up about it, but every full moon you double check your locks.

You're squinting at the local paper when your best friend comes up behind you and slings his arm across your shoulders. He plucks the paper out of your hand and scoffs at the headline.

"Chickens found dead at McKinnly farm? No one should be surprised by that. Old McKinnly doesn't even have the coop properly fenced in."

"Hey! I wasn't done reading that."

He balls the paper up and tosses it into the dustbin with a smooth overhead throw.

"You are now. C'mon y/n, don't tell me you're buying into all this werewolf business too?"

Your best friend towers over you, every inch of him well bred, football star muscle. You have to crane your neck to properly glare at him.

"Don't be ridiculous. It's just sensational nonsense."

"Oh yeah? So you ain't scared of a big bad wolf breaking into your bedroom one night?"

It's your turn to scoff. "That's a pervert, not a wolf. How's a wolf even supposed to open a window?"

The school bell rings before he can give you an answer.

He groans. "I've got extra practice again tonight. Will you come watch me? We can get pizza after."

You grin. "Breaking News! Star quarterback needs his favourite cheerleader around to make life bearable."

He flicks your forehead. "Damn right I do. So whatcha say?"

"Sure. Someone's gotta be around to keep you on your toes."

It's only when he's long out of sight that you remember - you're one night away from the full moon.

He destroys his team mates at practice. When he's pounding down the field, head down and his fingers curled like claws around the ball, he almost looks inhuman.

After practice, he catches you before you can scramble away and rubs his sweaty face all over you.

"Ewwww." You shove him at him unsuccessfully. "You do that every time! It's so gross!"

"Gotta be faster than that squirt," he laughs.

By the time he's done in the locker room, you've already ordered pizza for the both of you.

You head up to the overlook, his old Mustang growling down the highway.

The overlook is exactly what it sounds like - a hill high over town with a great view of the twinkling streets far below. It's a clear night, and the almost full moon casts a silvery shadow over everything.

He slings his arm across the back of your seat and complains when you pick the olives off your side of the pizza.

"God, I hope your taste in men is better than your taste in pizza."

"My taste in men and pizza are equally questionable, thank you very much."

He laughs, "At least you're self aware. Speaking of guys, I know Murrey from Algebra asked you to prom, and Dave from Homeroom."

You groan. "How did you even hear about that?"

"I've got ears like a wolf." He turns to face you. "What did you tell them?"

"I said no. You and I go together every year."

"Atta girl." He sounds pleased.

You offer him some of your discarded olives and he bites them straight out of your fingers.

"Y'know, lots of girls were awfully disappointed you didn't ask them. When are you gonna get yourself a girlfriend, mister star quarterback?"

He leans down and ruffles your hair. "I got you in my life, don't I? That's plenty."

Eventually, his arm finds it's way to your shoulder, and he pulls you against his side. He's warmer than you and when you curl up against him, he smirks and says that's what you get for being hopelessly under dressed.

There's an old love song on the radio and you fall asleep with your hand knotted in his jacket.

He drives home extra slow and when he shakes you awake, his hands linger on your waist.

You rub your eyes groggily. "Goodnight mister wolf."

You're already halfway up the driveway before he replies, his voice too soft to hear.

"Goodnight little lamb."

On the night of the full moon, you wake up to a cloudy sky and your dog scratching at your bedroom door to be let out.

You struggle into your slippers and mutter about better toilet training. When you open the back door, he slips past your legs and shoots off into the trees. Yawning, you rest your elbows on the porch railing and try not to fall asleep.

It's only when you hear him yelping that you come awake fully.

"Cruiser? What's wrong boy?"

The street lights reach all the way to the edge of your lawn but the trees beyond are black dark. You make you way down carefully, your sense of unease growing with every whistle he ignores.

Your dad left his old wind up torch near the shed and you grab it. It whirs to life with a dull flicker.

Cruiser is whimpering louder now. You follow the sound of it, ducking under branches and trying not to slip in your flimsy slippers.

The clouds clear and for a minute or two, the forest is bright enough that you barely need the torch. You find Crusier backed up against a tree, his tail tucked between his legs. He ignores you when you call him, staring out into the dark and whining like you've never heard before.

"What's wrong boy? What's out there?"

You can't help the fear you feel. Your dog is hard to scare and you've never seen him this frightened.

Twigs snap in the gloom and you swing your torch around wildly. You try and tell yourself that it might be a deer, wandering in from the deep forest. But all you can think about is the local paper.

"Chickens torn apart. Vet suspects large wolf on the prowl."

But it can't be here, right? You're practically on the main road. You reach down and grab Cruiser's collar, your heart racing. The dog barely acknowledges you when you tug on it.

"Heel Cruiser. C'mon boy."

You try and whisper, but your voice comes out high and nervous. His whimper changes into a low growl that vibrates through his collar.

That's when the moon comes out again. And you see the werewolf.

It's coat is dark and thick, and it's crouched halfway behind a tree. Less than twenty feet away.

How the hell did it get so close without you hearing it?! Adrenaline slams into you and your heart skips into overdrive. You turn on your heel and run.

The funny thing about adrenaline is the way your own body takes control. You duck under branches before your conscious mind even realises they're there. You run faster than you ever thought possible, trees streaking by in black blurs.

You hear footsteps behind you but you can't tell if it's Cruiser or the wolf. You don't bother checking. You just keep your head down and sprint like the Devil is on your heels. Hell, he might be.

The werewolf catches you just as you break out of the tree-line. It slams into you from the side and sends you sprawling.

As you scramble to your knees, you get your first good look at the terror of the town. It's bigger than any wolf you've ever seen. Closer to the size of a small grizzly, with the thick fur to match. It's down on all fours, but it's forelegs are unusually long. It's paws are strangely misshapen and for a second, they look almost like hands. It's body feels more ape than wolf.

Oh, but it's teeth are all canine. All sharp, curving fangs, shining with spit.

It sniffs the air and with a start you realise that you're bleeding. Your palms are sliced up from trying to cushion your fall. Blood, you think numbly. Blood is supposed to make carnivores more aggressive. Whett their appetite.

Staring up at its drooling maw and narrowed eyes, you find it hard to believe anything could be more bloodthirsty.

It lunges for your throat and if it weren't for Cruiser, you'd be dead.

The dog shoots out from the forest, barking loud enough to wake the neighbourhood. He jumps at the creature's back, sinking his teeth into the fleshy muscle where neck and shoulder meet.

The werewolf roars.

It reaches up and tears Cruiser off with one nasty yank. Your dog thuds into the ground with an ugly cracking sound.

You scream - half terror and half rage. Cruiser is trying to stand, but can't manage it. One paw hangs uselessly. Oh, your poor, brave dog.

You act without thinking.

You lunge forward and punch straight at the werewolf's nose. It's hard and wet, and your fist keeps going even after contact. His teeth leave shallow cuts on your knuckles.

The werewolf yelps. Like a kicked puppy.

It backs away a few steps before lowering it's head and snarling. It gears up for another pounce.

That's when your daddy shoots it. The blast from his shotgun knocks the werewolf right out of the air.

It crashes down and scrambles to its feet. Its head swings wildly between you and your father. It growls one final time before turning on its heel and bounding into the trees.

How the hell could it even stand after a blast like that? You shudder, your eyes fixed on the trees.

You can hear your dad on the phone, frantically reporting to the Sheriff's office. You sink to your knees next to Cruiser. He draws his eyes up to yours and whines.

"My brave boy..." You stroke his head with the back of your hand and accidentally stain his fur with blood. "I'm so sorry. I'm so damn sorry."

He cranes his neck and licks the tears off your cheek. Just like when he was a puppy. You laugh, high and hysterical. And once you start, you can't stop.

Somewhere in the forest, the wolf howls.

You can't sleep at all after that. And when the Deputies question you, it takes almost all night. They don't believe you entirely, but the tracks their dogs pick up are strange enough to garner a few nervous looks.

You're on the porch, clutching a warm drink and watching the sunrise, when your best friend finds you.

He sweeps you up in a crushing hug, his cheek pressed firmly against your hair.

"Are you okay? I came as soon as I heard."

You pull away, confused. He cups your face in his hand and gently twists it left and right, scanning for any cuts or bruises.

"What? Who told you?"

He cooks his head. "You did. A few minutes ago."

Did you? You don't remember calling him. But you're tired and frightened. Maybe you just can't remember everything.

He sits you down on the porch swing and carefully inspects your palms while you tell him what happened.

"It wasn't a wolf. You believe me right? I saw it clear as day."

"You were pumped up on adrenaline and fighting for your life. You can't be sure what you saw." He sighs, "Maybe it was a wolf or maybe it was a bear or maybe it was some exotic animal that we've never heard about. But really y/n, it sure as hell wasn't a werewolf."

"Yeah... but..."

In the daylight, werewolves and horror feel silly. Illogical. You aren't a kid anymore, you shouldn't be letting your imagination run wild. There's definitely a reasonable explanation.

But every time you think about it, the more sure you feel. That creature was nothing normal or logical at all. It was wrong. Anatomy all out of proportion, eyes too bright and aware, the smell of it more like human sweat than dog musk.

No, you didn't imagine any of it. It wasn't a wolf at all.

"How's Cruiser doing?"

You take a sip of your drink and try not to cry. "Not good. The emergency vet came by and rushed him to surgery. Multiple broken bones they say, maybe some internal bleeding."

He sucks in a breath. "Oh y/n, I'm so sorry."

He opens his arms and you curl up against him gratefully. His letterman jacket is soft against your skin and the smell of him envelopes you.

"I still remember the day you got him for me," you say.

He rubs soothing circles across your back.

"He was such a runt back then. All eyes and big floppy ears. When you pulled him out of your jacket, I didn't realise he was a puppy. I thought you got me some weird stuffed teddy."

He laughs. "I tried putting a bow on him y'know. But he kept tryna bite my fingers off."

You laugh too. "I could never figure out why he didn't like you."

"Jealousy I say. Didn't want me to steal you away."

You punch his arm, smiling. "You're the only guy who'll compete with a dog for my attention."

"If that's what it takes. Put a leash on me right now if you want."

You scoff and curl up closer against him. "I would but they don't come in your size big guy."

You're too tired to notice the bruise on your best friend's nose, or the way he flinches when you touch his side. For a little while, you make the awful mistake of forgetting about the beast.

Prom comes faster then you expect. Your dress gets measured and tailored and steamed. You spend days practicing different hair styles. Cruiser limps around behind you, whining for treats like he wasn't touch and go just a month ago. The moon grows thin and then round again.

When you pull up at your best friend's house, his parents are on their way to a party of their own. His mother gives you a peck on the cheek and says you look stunning and to not forget the keys when you leave.

You laugh and wave them off and almost forget about the full moon streaming through the trees.

The house is quiet and you make your way to his room, your heels hanging from your fingers.

"Hey princess!" You knock on his door. "Are you ready yet? I'm coming in!"

You open the door to an empty room, his tux still on its hanger.

"Oh. My. God. How are you still not done?"

You can hear the shower running and you pound at the door. "We're gonna be late! I swear I'm going to kill you when you get out of there."

No response.

"Hey! I know you can hear me!"

Still nothing.

You try the handle and the door swings open a crack. Steam billows out and you slap a hand over your eyes before you can see anything too revealing.

"Hurry it up! We're gonna miss all the good songs if you don't get dressed soon. Do you really wanna slow dance to something Mr Jared the gym teacher picks out?"

You hear the slap of footsteps on wet tile and breath a sigh of relief. "Did all that football practice knock your ears outta wack? I've been yelling at you since I got here."

Something growls, low and deep.

Your eyes shoot open and you step back. But you're still too slow to react and the werewolf leaps at you. Its heavier than a man and you tumble to the floor together, its paws pinning you down by the shoulders.

Its snout is right in front of your face, almost touching your nose. Lips curl away from awfully long fangs.

It growls almost like a man, almost like it's saying, "Mine."

You scream, kicking and tossing and failing to get away. It's claws prick holes in the satin of your dress and draw little beads of blood.

You scream your best friend's name, terrified that the beast got him too. You're going to die, you think desperately, you're going to die and your poor mother won't even be able to refund your prom dress. If you weren't screaming, you might have laughed.

But the monster doesn't kill you.

Instead, it licks the tears off your cheek. Just like Cruiser did a month ago. It growls again, but the sound is lighter. Pleased almost.

You grow still, confused and terrified of provoking it. Your best friend's room is cluttered with football gear - trophies and jerseys and signed helmets. The moon shines dully off all of it. And you're in the very centre, with a monster pinning you to the ground.

The moon dips behind a cloud and the werewolf changes right before your eyes. Hair and snout receding, his eyes darkening from wolf amber to warm brown.

It's only his teeth that stay the same. All sharp points that peak through his lips.

Your best friend is on top of you, totally naked and still warm from the shower.

"I didn't want to hurt you y/n, I swear."

His voice is lower somehow, like the wolf's growl is just under the surface.

You're too shocked to move. Too shocked to scream. This must be a dream. It's too surreal to be real.

He leans down and kisses you on the cheek. "I wanted to tell you. But it would have sounded crazy. I grow claws and teeth on the full moon? I heal faster than I used to? I can smell when you're ovulating and when you're on your period?"

He pulls back and tilts his head. "When we were kids, we promised we wouldn't keep secrets. And now you know."

"You...you were outside my house that night."

He laughs. "I'm outside your house every night dummy. That was just the night you caught me."

"Why?"

He shakes his head the way he always does when you say something dumb. "To keep you safe. To keep other animals away from you. To protect you, like I said I would."

His hands slip from your shoulders to your waist. "But now you know."

He grins, his teeth awfully sharp. "Now I can make you just like me."

He holds you down and kisses you and nips at your neck hard enough to draw blood. And when the clouds clear from the moon, you feel your teeth start to lengthen.

Something is terrorising your town. And you should have know better than to cross its path.

[hyuny-bunny]

skz + types of p*rn they watch (w/links) pt 1. hyung line

MDNI (+18) content warning: p*rn, nsfw links, mentions of rough sex, use of female anatomy, breeding, spanking, choking, fingering, oral (f receiving) most afab reader terms.

a/n: if the links are not working for you, you may need the app as most are not compatible with a web browser

pt 2. maknae line

chan: he's definitely watching twitter/x porn. as for what side of x he's on all depends on the mood. he definitely seems to stay on a more "vanilla" side. probably has a keen interest on size kink and breeding videos. but what they all have common is riding. it gets him so riled up seeing ones shot in cars because the next time he sees you it's all he thinks about. he'd love nothing more then to have you riding his dick, his hands holding your hips in place, eventually snacking a hand to lightly you choke and bunching your skirt in the other hand while you sloppily bounce on his cock. maybe he's taking you out to a nice dinner & movie but once your back in that car he's practically begging you to sit on his cock.

"baby, i need you so bad. come here, ride me, need to feel this pretty pussy on me."

breeding

riding

minho: there's so many things i could say about him. i don't think he necessarily needs porn to get off or actively looks for it, but i do think he loves being able to send you links that either remind him of the both of yours sexcapades or things he wants to do to you. i feel like he watches a lot of overstimulation, spanking, BREEDING, and just a sprinkle of voyeurism. i think he gets really turned on by the ones of girls in pretty lingerie wearing collars with bells, so every movement makes the bell ring. he almost collapses to his knees when he gets home one day to see you wearing the collar he bought, the one he'd been hiding and waiting for the right moment.

the only thing on your mind is the feeling of your sopping wet cunt being suffocated by minho's cock. he's got a fistful of your hair in hand, pulling you up from your pillow before landing a hard smack on your ass, never letting up on his thrusts.

overstimulation

spanking

changbin: another one in my books that loves size kink porn. not because i think he likes someone smaller, but more so the fact that he likes the feeling of being able to make someone feel so small. in seo changbins biceps, we trust. i think this one in particular will have him pleading with you to let him try it. you might feel reluctant because of any underlying insecurities at the though of feeling like you're "too heavy" (there's so no such thing to him) . it isn't till he's got you lifted up against the wall with no holding you either than his arms & shoulders, his mouth lapping away at your pretty cunt, any worries you ever had dissipated along with your ability to use your words.

"bin-binnie please i-i can't hold on much longer" a string of whines follow suit. he's been at it for a while and you've already had two orgasm but he's relentless. all you can hear are his groans and the squelching sound of his tongue abusing your cunt. he lifts his head up from between your thighs with you hand webbed in his hair, mirroring your worn out lustful look.

size kink

making you feel small

hyunjin: to me, i think hyun goes either of these two ways. he's the most depraved man known to walk this earth that loves it sloppy, messy, wet and downright lustfully filthy. the latter also leads me to believe he's not big on porn, prefers either his imagination or his OWN videos. one he's recorded (with your consent + encouragement) while you've done it together. he needs the passion of either love or the passion of wanting to make the either cum so hard they've gone to heaven (preferably both). if he's watching videos, his favorite ones always have the girl shaking and crying in pleasure by the end. he needs to see the passion, lust to be able to get off. when it's you, it's different, if anything it brings him back to those moments to fully remember the need between the two of you. that being said he's heavy into breeding/cumplay and semi restraining. he loves seeing the hands held behind the back and holding someone in place while they fall apart in his lap + cock.

it was supposed to be a quick kiss, which turned into heavy petting, and now he's brought your leg over his hips. the panties you were wearing discarded somewhere in the room, one arm is wrapped around you holding you tightly to his chest while his other hand is at work. his middle & ring finger are knuckle deep thrusting into you and he's groaning into your neck sucking hickies in all your favorite spots.

semi restraints

playing w you in his lap

[bnyf]

baby you're my bunny ♡

╭﹕୨୧﹒ bunny boy x female reader

┊ warnings : yandere content and themes, unhealthy behaviors, relationship and relationship dynamic, slight body horror me thinks? slight horror, perverted yandere, non consensual touching, suggestive, uhhh that's it me thinks :3

╰﹕୨୧﹒ authoress note : so sorry if it's badly written also sorry if it ends weird :/

no survival instinct what's-so-ever. like... none.

but he was not complaining! it was just a mere observation. perhaps you were unaware of your allure, maybe you were not exposed to the cruel world yet, didn't know how sick people and creatures can be.

well for one... your little secret admirer was not one of those adorable bunnies you'd fawn over, nothing even close really. and no, he's not some cute boy with a bunny tail and some bunny ears. he's far from cute, a little scary actually.

humanoid? sure! typical bunny boy hybrid, uhhhh not really lol! he's mixed with human genetics but he's not quit. and for a bunny hybrid, he sure had a lot of predator instincts.

to put simply, he was an abnormality of mother nature. his lower half resembled a bunny whilst his torso and up is that of a man. his claws on his feet or paws or whatever are dangerously long, digging into the dirt whenever he walks, leaving behind a "too small to notice unless your looking for it" trail.

a muscular, lean build, biceps so perfect and manly hands to hold you down if you even ever think of escaping, awe how sweet of him <3

completely pale skin with small patches of equally pale fur in various spots, completely crimson, blood shot eyes and a pair of floppy bunny ears where any normal human's ears would be.

how did he even came to be? you may ask. well he was a normal boy, once upon a time. but one day, he'd gotten into a serious accident, a near death life experience. that day he could've hear the bells of heaven ringing in his ears but he wasn't ready to die, not like this... in his head he begged for more time, asking whatever god above to answer his prayers.

and yeah! his prayers where answered but, as they say, be careful what you wish for...

the moon goddess answered his prayers, but she also cursed him for it is the price he must pay to live longer.

"i grant you more time, as much time as you may need, but for as long as you roam his earth, your soul belongs to me and your purpose, is to server me," her voice rang in his ears like a bittersweet melody before he'd lose consciousness.

when he awake, he found himself in the mountains, he was a monstrosity of a man and dared not step a foot into society. he's to bare this curse and blessing till death.

he became easily bored and clueless as to what to do next, his every day life felt null and everything felt too much to bare. his eternity just began yet he dreads his mistake with every passing day.

"maybe, i should of just accepted my faith and die that day..."

with nothing and no one, he was left to wonder the mountain and serve the goddess by praying to her and tending to her shrine everyday, he's trapped to keep her energy going so she won't become a forgotten god.

(guys i made the lore up on a whim so bare with me even i'm confused right now :0)

anyways! everything drastically changed for our boy here when you and your family decided to move to the village nearby in the rural area, and live a peaceful life and just run a nice little farm hooray! hopefully, you don't get stalked and preyed on by a lonely scarily tall bunny male hybrid who looks like a utterly angelic, celestial eldritch horror, right?

all he could think about was a pretty girl had moved in next door and he just had to watch her from afar. most the villagers were very welcoming of you and your family, it was big talk because such a pretty girl had just moved in the small village and all the villagers wanted their sons or grandsons to get married.

it doesn't have much young people, mostly elders and young children and even less marriageable women. which is why you easily became popular, with everyone always gifting you things, begging you to marry into their family. they even had a town welcome celebration for you and your family!

he watched everything from afar. feeling a slight sting in his chest. jealous? already? of course he is, he wanted you all for himself. for countless nights, he just couldn't sleep at all.

he spent all his time admiring you from afar. the way he'd blush, his heart beat fastening, the gears in his head would just slow down a bit. gosh, he actually felt his heart warm so much it'd burn in his chest.

he wanted you badly.

you were his new source of entertainment, motivation and inspiration all in one and his mind was melting with how needy he started becoming.

"what the f- she's so kind and pretty..."

"i wanna hug her, wanna kiss her, feel her skin on mine, love her, fuck her."

"she can be my little bunny princess~"

"wonder what our babies would look like? i'm getting heated just thinking about it"

it didn't help much when he found out you adored bunnies and would play with them near the spring. fawning over the little fluffy creatures, hugging them and petting them. and when you held them in your arms and give smooches while rubbing your face on their fluffy fur?!?!?

that's where his obsession becomes almost to much to bare, his entire chest area felt so warm watching you treat those bunnies with so much love.

"everything about her is so perfect, i'm starting to crave her like crazy right now."

"wanna whisk her away, take her, lock her up and keep her all to myself."

his mind starts getting clouding with so many dark thoughts of you.

and so, he start pushing boundaries and going outside his comfort zone to appease his little appetite that consist of you. at night, he sneaks in to steal a closer glance at you and probably a few things so he can remember your scent properly.

the whole house was dark, the whole village asleep by the time it was midnight hour. he'd manage to get in somehow somewhere but when he did, he immediately went to your room.

finally. he could smell and touch you as much as he wanted, his mind was actually in ecstasy when he entered your room, your scent gracing his nostrils as soon as he did, and the poor touch starved male couldn't hold back on touching you various parts of your skin.

"how delightful, her skin is so smooth and her hair feels so good, she smells like flowers all over gosh so fucking perfect, i wanna devour her, drink her up, chew her, spit her out and do it all over again" with every slight movement you make and whimper scaping your soft lips, he can't help but hold back his own voice, he wanted to moan just by being around you, it felt so good.

after so long, why wouldn't it feel great?

to be around around someone for once, to feel the heat of another person's body, the sweet scent of someone else other than himself. he'd lay in bed with you, his larger self cuddling your smaller form as smells your hair, trailing his hands all over you.

he was getting ahead of himself.

it takes everything within him to not proceed and do something to you while in your sleep. his morals along with his sanity were drifting away more and more.

time flies by when you're enjoying yourself, before he knew it he had to leave before the sun raises. forcing himself he does but he also takes like 5 things from you.

"promise i'll return your belongings my love, i just need a little souvenir to help myself with."

the poor thing gets sent into an early heat after that little interaction. he's embarrassed a little but he really needs you, like he really does. and he thinks of ways of introducing himself but... he's a monster, you would run from him and be scared. and when that thought comes to mind it makes him... sad.

"if i'd die that day, i'd never meet her, never be able to see her, but now that i'm alive with the help of the moon goddess, i can't even act normal about her. it's like i'm truly doomed."

this realization was tough. it made him sick to think about. and for a while, he was just okay with sneaking in to see you, and holding your unconscious body but he wanted a lot more, and he wanted your acceptance and love. he wanted you to want him the way he wants you.

it hurt even more when he mistakenly glanced in the mirror only to see a 6 feet tall, half human half hybrid bunny with a deadly eerie looking bloody stare, stare right back at him.

the pale moonlight leaking on him, hitting his skin almost making it look silver.

"she'd surely fear me, she'd run."

he's such a beautiful tragedy. would you be able to appreciate that?

[chososdiscordkitten]

Synopsis: Reader asking to watch Choso jack off ^-^

Pairing: Switch!Choso x Fem!Reader Content: porn w/ feelings, established relationship, masturbation, spit, pussy job, riding, missionary, multiple orgasms (m), rough sex, cream pie

MDNI

You had developed an enjoyment of watching Choso. Watch him talk, watch him breathe—your eyes would always be glued onto him when he did anything. And that little glimmer in your eyes would go overlooked by him. 

You liked watching him reach into a high cupboard, the edge of his shirt revealing his hip in the slightest. Or when he would talk- most of the time, the words would be spoken, but your ears would hear them without registering in your mind. 

You would only pay attention to his expression- his eyebrows furrowing with a sudden severity in his tone. Or when his eyes would spark in the slightest when you would agree mindlessly to what he was saying. 

Usually, your face showed what you were thinking. Giving hints to what raced through your mind. And any hints your low eyes provided, or every half smirk that formed on your lips, Choso wouldn't acknowledge them.

Only Choso never could tell what you were thinking. Even if your expression should have told him all he needed to know. He never knew why you would look at him like that- or what it meant. 

And when he asked you; 

"Why do you look at me like that?" snapping you from the cloud of filth you would picture as he talked. 

You only replied with an earnest smile, "I just like lookin' at you." 

And Choso stayed with that idea- whenever he would see your gaze darken, he would remember what you said. Almost endearingly scanning the look on your face, as though your lowered eyes and lightly flushed skin meant that you were only looking. And nothing more. 

So when the topic of masturbation came up- something about how he only does it when he knows you're too tired or when he didn't want to bother you. You couldn't help but ask him, "Can I watch?" 

He looked off the side- furrowed eyebrows, unknowing why you'd want to watch him do such a menial thing- everyone does it, right? It's not some marvel and you gained no pleasure from it physically. But then he remembered what you told him. 

'I just like looking at you.'

A few days had passed since that conversation- too embarrassed to tell you when he would do it- and ask if you wanted to watch. It almost felt like he was admitting that he wanted you to watch. Even if you were the one who told Choso you wanted to- coming to you and saying the words. It felt too filthy- even for him. 

You had been catching up on school assignments for most of that day. Sitting on the couch of your shared apartment with a furrowed brow. Unaware of what Choso was concocting in his mind as you read through the work. 

He had been working up the courage to ask you since the morning, along with thinking up a way to say the actual words. He mostly looked at you with sad puppy eyes, hoping you would look at him and know what he wanted. 

All but begging for you to read his mind, just so he wouldn't have to say it. 

Slowly walking past you with his eyes locked onto your expression, hoping you would look up and see the pleading look he held. 

And when he sat on the other end of the couch, the ache in his sweats was too unbearable to continue waiting for you to pay heed to what he wanted. 

Your focused gaze unmoved from the words splayed onto your screen, he called your name. Barely considered a whisper and with a sprinkle of a whiny tone- as though it was your fault he couldn't admit what he wanted. 

Looking up from your screen- "Yes?" you spoke. Your tone was far too kind and tolerant for what he was about to ask of you. 

"You remember when you." he looked away from your gaze, "When you asked if you could watch-" you raised your eyebrows- eager to hear how he would phrase it. "If you could watch, me." Bells ringing in your brain as he spoke.

"Watch you?" you asked- playing coy to what Choso tried insinuating. Looking down at your screen again and hearing a light sigh as he shifted on the other end of the couch. 

Choso clenched his teeth- already flustered from what he was expected to say. "...Jack off?" he mumbled, facing away from you in shame. 

You flashed your eyes back to him, seeing his ears flushed with a light blush. "Yes, I remember." You closed the screen of your computer, lightly tilting your head and awaiting his response. 

"I was about to-" 

You couldn't help the light grin that rose on your lips. "You want me to watch you?" spoken with a hint of tease as Choso tensed his shoulders at the words. 

Still looking away from you- lightly nodding his head up and down. "I wanna hear you say it." You tapped him lightly with your foot- urging him to hurry. 

"I would like you to watch me—" he inhaled, "Jack off." He turned over to you. You, holding the very same expression that would look back at him when he spoke most times. 

And as you instructed him to go on as he normally would- "Pay me no mind." you grinned. Taking his shirt off before he eased onto his side of the bed, avoidant eyes and nerves spasming in his sweats. 

Choso sat up halfway, his shoulders flush against the wall, his legs extended, hands planted on either side of his hips as he looked at you. 

You sat at the foot of the bed, legs crisscrossed and waiting for him to start. Soaking in the sight of him- carved torso and blushy expression on his face. 

As Choso flashed his eyes to yours- some kind of way of asking if he could start. You only raised your eyebrows, urging him to go on. He lightly gulped, placing his hands on the band of his sweats. 

Lightly wincing when he pulled his firm cock from them- bordering on a purple hue on his tip, clear tears of his precum falling from his neglected cockhead, and his shaft lightly twitching against the sudden hit of air. 

It looked pained, and based on his expression- bordering on dizzy as he took a few breaths in, he had been this way for a while. "Were you like this the whole time?" you muttered, watching his head lightly nod. 

"Didn't know how to ask you." he spoke softly, tone bordering on a whimper and placing a hand onto his base. Tingles forming on his cheeks and falling down his broad shoulders. 

You watched with intense eyes- his lips parting in a soft sigh as he slowly stroked himself. Choso's grip was light- some attempt to not cum as soon as he started. His body buzzed with shivers of exhilaration and timidity.

Soft sighs took the shape of low moans as your eyes made work of blinking down to his pretty cock. 

Surrounded by his hand and stroking lightly. Building himself up as his eyes closed, looking at the curve of his neck. The adams apple in his throat bobbing with every light breath he took. Tipping his head back onto the wall with parted lips. 

"You don't watch anything?" eyes filled with amazement, and your panties starting to soil as you watched his hand take on a tighter grip. Choso nodded his head 'no'- a little sigh leaving his lips with the upturn of a whimper. 

Choso's chest lightly caved with an exhale, "I jus' think about you." he muttered, words he spoke without filter. Your cunt spasming at the declaration, making you consider forgetting this idea of just watching- wanting to give him more than your gaze in gratitude. 

But the sound of a choked whimper leaving his throat snapped you from that thought- his hand taking on a slightly faster pace as his other fisted the sheets. Watching his hand smear beads of precum down his shaft and back up again. 

You leaned over in the slightest- watching his hand start to lose its easy glide when he began. Somewhere in Choso's mind, he had thought you abandoned the idea of just watching as you tucked hair behind your ears. Looking down at his cock with a whimper, all but asking you to help him. 

Collecting as much saliva you could on your tongue, lightly bending over, and allowing a fat glob to slip from your lips. The ache between your thighs becoming more and more apparent with every passing second.

A light huff in the shape of your name left his throat- his hand taking a faster pace from the action. Choso's tummy clenched in the slightest as he felt the start of his orgasm pool, smearing your spit with his pre in urgency.

His eyes scanned your expression- the same one you held when he would speak, only this time, he knew why you were looking at him like that.

And the slight shame of how good it felt to have you watch him with that look in your eyes- having you spit on him- made it all the more easier for his eyes to close. Huffing your name as though it was you who was stroking him. 

Low eyes watching with your hands threatening to replace Choso's as his chest rose and fell in sync with his quick strokes. 

His lips hung open in a silent moan- abdomen spasming as his tip oozed pearly tears onto his tummy. His shoulders shivered as he continued his hand's strides, slower and with a lighter grasp. 

Working himself down from the orgasm that soiled his skin, the back of his hand falling onto the bed. Even if his breathing and expression seemed satisfied with one orgasm- his cock told you he wanted another. 

Hard and twitching against his abs. At that moment- you lost the idea of sitting on the sidelines and rose to your knees. Watching Choso's expression steady with every deep breath he took. Slipping off your panties and scooching closer to him. 

You planted one leg over his hip, hoovering directly above his laid cock and looking at his eyes blink up at you. The smile on your lips churning with intent as you placed your hands onto his shoulders.

Choso's made haste in landing on your upper thighs, delighted you abandoned the idea. 

Kneading the plush skin in his hands as you lowered your cunt onto his shaft, trapping his cock between his carved tummy and your cunt. A soft sigh leaving your lips at the contact. Using your own slick mixed with his spend and pre, you slowly slid back and forth on his shaft- soaking in the expression he wore at the stimulation. 

Leaning in with a soft whine and relishing the feeling of his lips against yours- slowly frotting your cunt back and forth against his cock. Similar to how he was stroking himself. But nowhere near as warm nor as slick as your core felt. 

Your puffy clit brushing against his tip with every grind your hips made. Huffing heavily as one of Choso's hands slid beneath the band of your hoodie. His touch searing against your skin. 

Your hands on his shoulders moving onto the side of his neck, bracing as your tongue slid against his. 

Messy and uncaring teeth clashing against each other, proving to you, that the absence of your cunt swallowing his cock, frustrated him far more than it did you. 

The hand on your thigh assisting in your slow glides, the one roaming beneath your hoodie cupping your breast. 

Fervor and urgency filling every moan Choso's lips rumbled onto yours- his hold on your hip tightening to guide you into a quicker pace. 

You pulled away from him, unable to withstand the heat boiling beneath your skin as your hands slipped off your hoodie. Tossing it aside, uncaring where it landed.

Choso's hand made contact with your breast again, a light groan leaving his lips as you connected your lips with his. His orgasm building again in his tummy. His grasp against your breast turning desperate- bordering on overstimulation as you slid against him. 

You pulled away from him, looking into his hazy eyes, and raised yourself forward. His cock following your cunt as you felt his twitchy tip brush against your entrance. You huffed a flushed smile- lowering yourself onto his cockhead with a shared whimper. 

Choso's hand trailing back down to your hip- whimpering at your walls sucking him in. Lips brushing against each other- not even trying to connect them, knowing it would be cut short as his tip nuzzled against your sweet spot.

And when his cock filled you to the hilt- you slowly started grinding. Ignoring the light sting from the stretch and watching his eyebrows knit, his lips parted in a drawn-out breath. 

The urge in Choso's hips was unable to be still, causing him to place his hands on your waist, holding you still as he started rutting up into you at a quicker speed. Your hands gripping the back of his head, lightly tugging on his hair as he thrusts into you without a pattern. 

You closed the little space held between your lips and his, callously slotting your tongue against his as he nudged into your sweet spot with every grind. 

Choso trailed his hands a little higher on your waist, guiding you to tip onto your side- rolling onto your back with Choso's knees bent on the bed. Leaving him atop you with your thighs beside his hips.

Slipping his sweats lower on his thighs as he pulled back from your cunt- sliding back into you as he desperately wanted to when he was beneath you. 

One strong hand on your thigh as he rolled his hips against you, moaning shamelessly into the air as the other planted onto your tummy with his thumb on your clit. Watching your face churn with small circles drawn against the sensitive bud. 

The crude slapping of his balls against your ass, breaking up the joined whimpers that left your lips and his.

Your back arching against the sheets as he thrusts into you- so desperate for just one more as his hand on your thigh hooked behind your knee and started applying pressure. 

Your pinned thigh gave his cock a better angle to mistreat your gspot with every rough thrust. Fever-filled eyes struggling to stay open with his hips taking on a furious pace- his lips mumbling words muffled by pretty whimpers. 

Choso's face was adorned with the lightest sheen of sweat on his airline, furrowed eyebrows, and clenched teeth as he had his way with you.

His thumb rubbed harsher circles- so fucking eager to finish together as your moans drew clearer. Threats that he was close spoken in broken mutters- a breathy string of moans leaving your lips in response. 

Air being knocked from your lungs with every mean thrust against your thighs- and with one guttural groan leaving his clenched teeth, Choso spilled his thick seed into your cunt. 

His movements with his thumb refused to stop as the fulfillment of his spend pushed you over the edge.

Walls twitching around him as he slowed his thrusts, fucking his seed further into your as your breathing steadied. Choso's tired eyes looked down at you with a heaving chest- his back unable to keep his posture as he eased himself down onto you. 

Pressing his ear against your collarbone and easing his hold on your leg. Allowing your thighs to press against his hips, arms instinctively thralling over his shoulders, a sigh laced with a moan leaving his lips. 

Choso's softening cock twitched inside of you with every after-orgasm tremble that shook in his shoulders. 

"So much," he huffed heavily, swallowing lightly. "-for just watching." he smiled, closing his eyes against your chest and feeling a half laugh rumble against his profile. 

The realization of that expression you held while looking at him most of the time— meant pure filth. He hazily thought back to every time you looked at him with bedroom eyes and smiled to himself. 

-

(a.n) tarde pero sin sueno, start of Choso week hehe

[buckyalpine]

Imagine you get into the holiday spirt with the cutest Christmas sweater, the fluffiest socks and these adorable bells in your hair. You're running around the compound with hot chocolate and cookies, the jingle of your bells ringing with each step. Everyone things its adorable. You're like a little elf, busy in your workshop (the kitchen), surrounded by marshmallows, whipped cream, delivering mugs of creamy sweetness along with homemade gingerbread men.

Everyone finds it so cute.

Everyone except Bucky.

Bucky hates it.

He hates the little tinkle he hears with each footstep you take.

Why?

Because his mind is in the gutter.

Your running around looking all cute and sweet and innocent and all he can think about is how gorgeous those bells would sound as he railed you with his cock.

He decided to stay in his room, hoping a book would calm him down but who was he kidding, his enhanced hearing meant he could hear you scurry around down the hall towards his room, and holy shit, if he could just grab your hair and bend you over-

"Bucky!" You lightly knocked at his door before popping your head in with a cheery smile, holding a mug of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows and plenty of whipped cream. No matter how intimidating Bucky painted himself out to be, you knew the soldier loved all the little extra toppings, especially after you caught him adding extra whipped cream when no one was looking.

"Hey" Bucky's voice came out more strained than intended, hoping to will his erection away which currently throbbed with need.

"I brought you hot chocolate" You stepped into his room, pausing when Bucky's smiled looked more like a grimace as he shifted from his place sitting against the headboard.

"Is-is everything okay?" You ask, padding towards him and he can't even hide the tent in his sweats, setting down the book he was reading to try and cover himself.

"Of course-yeah-thanks y/n" He rasped out as you came over and handed him the mug, your sweet scent of vanilla, sugar and spices only making it harder for him to keep his hands to himself.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You could tell Bucky was tensed, chewing his lip without meeting your eyes which was strange considering he was normally fine around you.

"Wouldn't be able to tell you sweets" Bucky chuckled to himself with a sigh rubbing the back of his neck while you cocked your head to the side, the tiny movement making the bells ring again.

Fuck.

"I don't think you'd want to help with something like this doll"

"Try me"

-

"OH" *jingle* "MY" *jingle* "GOD" You wailed, your bells ringing with each thrust as Bucky's cock slammed into you, his hands squeezing your hips as he fucked you from behind. He had you on your hands and knees after tearing your clothes of, loving the needy little whimper you let out after you caught a glimpse of his rock hard cock pressing against his sweats.

"That's it baby, that's it, sound so pretty with those cute little bells in your hair" Bucky groaned, biting his lip to keep his voice down as he fucked you harder, pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, "Look at how you're taking all of me baby, taking my big dick so well, such a good. Girl"

"More, want-more" you hiccupped, tears from pleasure streaking down your face, squealing when Bucky's hand spanked your ass before pulling out and manhandling you till you were on top. You whined, your lips pulled into a pout, all naked on top of the soldier except for the bells in your hair, your needy pussy clamping down on him. You pawed at his hand, tugging it to where you needed him most, moaning when he used his thumb to rub your clit, smirking at your fucked out state.

"Aww babygirl, are you too cockdrunk to fuck yourself on my dick" Bucky cooed as you squirmed on top of him, sloppily grinding yourself, your greedy cunt begging for anything he'd give you. You

"Fuck you're such a little slut" Bucky gritted out as he planted his feet against the mattress and started to fuck up into you, your boobs bouncing in his face matching the dainty rings every time he thrusted his hips up. "Want you under that goddamn tree and nothing else baby, gonna fuck you on every surface of his place"

Bucky could only take so much, his balls pulling tight to his body, cum desperate to blow and paint your walls, your pleasure contorted face all just for him.

"Walking around with these fuckin' bells, making my cock so hard, lookit how pretty you sound now baby, fuck y/n, m'gonna cum!"

"C-cum in me Bucky" You cried out, sobbing in pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you, collapsing against his chest as he fucked you through your high.

"That's it baby, milk my cock, that's what I want for Christmas, wanna empty my balls in you, fuck-oh fuck-milk it baby, shitt!" Bucky bit down on your shoulder to muffle his loud moans, shoving his dick in as far as it would go as he started to throb ropes of his spend into you.

That was round 1.

-

"You look like you've seen a ghost" Tony snorted as he saw Sam and Steve enter the living room, the captain's face pale in shock while Sam couldn't stop grinning. "What happened. We're gonna start the movie soon, where's metal man and y/n"

Steve went beet red while Sam cackled, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Making their own rendition of Jingle Bells"

Anyway, I'm sorry for giving you debauched instead of wholesome plots, MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS (the filthy part is for me @ myself)

[lildiva00]

last part of virgin!Choso<3 (im gonna write more for him tho, just in other scenarios!!) other parts here: part 1 part 2 part 4

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

Virgin Choso who stands on his small balcony, looking over the city, a grey cloud creeping out between his lips.

Choso had taken up smoking. He’d asked Leiri about it when he’d seen her doing it, and she’d told him it helped her to relax. he’d bought a pack right after that. The first couple of times he’d coughed the smoke out. But now he does it smoothly, inhaling and exhaling the smoke with no problem. It makes him feel at ease even just for a moment, and lord knows he needs it right now. Humans are fucking weird he thinks, they’d jepordize their health for a little break from their troubles. Guess that doesnt sound so ridiculous now that he thinks about it. Either way hes a human now too, or a half one atleast.

he squeezes the cigarette into an ashtray and looks at the time when he hears the door bell ringing. Its late and you’re here.

he hears you running up the stairs, and when you get to the top you run to him, giving him a soft hug. His heart keens.

“hi Choso!” you smile and let go of him, he immediately misses the feel of you, “hey,” he mumbles.

“why do you smell like cigerattes?” you huff and your nose crickles. cute.

he raises his shoulders.

“i cant believe it…who taught u to do that huh?” you make a disappointed face and fold your arms, tapping your foot on the floor. And he knows youre just joking, you and Yuji have been using enough sarcasm around him for him to have a pretty good understanding of it.

“Leiri,” he shrugs.

“of course…that hag,” you grin. And you look so fucking adorable, in your little outfit, and the way you look when you smile makes him weak. He has your bag ready on the couch, he had washed your panties before putting everything back into it. But he can’t think about that now, or he’ll turn bright red.

he sighs “i made dinner,” he says, “if you’re hungry,” you stop infront of him and you almost look like youre gonna cry from happiness. “im starving,” you say quickly, “what did you make?”

He’d made rice bowls for you. your favourite. And you eat like a girl who’d gotten her first meal in months. Happily humming while eating your food.

Rather than focusing on eating his own bowl, he thinks about eating every meal of the day with you, sitting across from him.

when you’re done you put your plate in the sink and you yawn, you look adorable when you yawn, you look adorable when you do anything.

you turn around, “Choso?”

his heart skips a beat. he nods.

“it’s really late and um…dark outside and i don’t really want to walk home alone,” you look away, are you….blushing?

“is it okay if i stay here for the night?”

And hes heard the stories. About what happens to pretty girls when they’re alone at night and they don’t see the stranger walking behind them. And his fist clenches at the thought of someone being mean to you. He’s stronger than any human. he’d crush their fucking skull.

“you can stay,” he says quickly, a little too eagerly he realises. And you smile, “give me your plate,” you say, looking greatful that he let you stay, unknowing of the fact that he’d do just about anything if it meant your safety, or your happiness.

You start washing the dishes in his tiny kitchen, and when Choso tries insisting that he wants to help, you splash a bit of water on him. And you laugh so sweetly, when he jumps a little, trying not to get hit.

When youre done washing up, You both stand in silence for a while. For some reason its not as akward as it sounds.

“i will sleep on the couch,” he says,

“no Choso…id feel bad, you sleep in your bed,” you mumble.

You both argue like that for a while, and youre not letting up. stubborn little human.

you both get quiet for a moment.

“how big is your bed?”

“Queen size,”

“so why dont we just…sleep in it together?”

youre blushing slightly again. it must be his imagination.

And then he thinks about it. Friends sleep in the same bed sometimes right? you dont mean anything by it, he thinks, its just you being polite.

“i guess…we could do that yes,” he agrees.

you smile and nod, “okay,”

Choso excuses himself to go to the bathroom then, telling you to go ahead and get ready for bed.

He looks at himself in the mirror. He takes out his buns, his hair falling down to his shoulders. His eyes are dark and sunken. He looks dead he thinks. He looks down, “behave,” he says quietly, mostly to his heart, but also his dick.

he buries his head in his hands And He realizes he cant, he realizes the second he’s gonna look at you in his bed, he won’t be able to stop himself. to stop himself from confessing everything he feels, everything he’s done. that he thinks about you all the time, that you drive him insane, that he stole your pretty panties and came in his hand from the smell of your wet cunt.

When he rounds the corner of his bedroom, you’re sitting patiently on the edge of his bed, waiting for him.

“i am going to sleep on the couch, i don’t think this is a good idea,” he says it quickly, before he changes his mind, before its too late to go back.

you open your mouth to speak, hesitating a little.

“is it because of what yuji told me?”

his brain goes quiet. “what?”

“that you…that you like me?”

fuck. its over. he sighs angrily. that little fucki-

you stand and walk to him.

and when you put your hand on his chest, for a moment he forgets why hes mad, he forgets who he is and what year hes in. all he sees is you. And how close you are all of a sudden. and how youre leaning in, standing on your tippy toes, pressing your soft lips to his, in a short gentle kiss. His world stops for a moment.

And when he regains his senses, his instincts take over and he kisses you back ferociously, it’s sloppy and uncoordinated, but neither of you seem to care.

You walk backwards onto his bed, and you push him down so he’s sitting on the edge. He looks at you like a puppy dog, and his cheeks are flushed red.

When you sit down in his lap his dick twitches in his pants.

“i- i didnt think you…,” he stutters. he doesn’t really believe what’s happening.

“well i do,” you say, while cupping his face in your hands. “a lot,”

“can i…” he needs it he needs it he needs it, “can i eat your pussy?” he mumbles it quietly.

your eyes widen. fuck, he shouldn’t have said that, it was way too fast, you were just kissing.

“oh…uh okay,”

fuck. yes.

he lifts you up from his lap, and you skriek a little from surprise. He puts you down in a chair in the corner of his bedroom.

he gets on his knees infront of you and speaks quietly,

“i…im sorry i,” he sniffles a little, he’s so overwhelmed. And you’re letting him taste you.

you lean down and give him a kiss, biting your lip slightly.

“its okay…we can talk later, if you need it i’ll give it to you okay?”

And fuck he almost cries, and he buries his face in your lap. You shush him a little, caressing his hair. Hes hugging your legs.

He lifts his head, and you start unbuttoning your pants. Slowly sliding them down your hips as they fall to the floor. You spread your legs and he whimpers. Your panties are pink this time, and theres a big wet spot on them. And he doesn’t spare a second, he dives his head into your cunt, rubbing his face in it and licking at the wet spot desperately. you moan his name softly, and he cant help but grind his hard cock against the leg of the chair. Hes pathetic but he doesnt care, he wants you to feel good, he wants to make you cum on his face. He groans into your weeping pussy as he thinks about you cumming for him.

He pulls away a little, silently begging you to remove your panties. He wants to see your pussy so bad. His pussy.

You slide down your panties to reveal your soaked cunt. Choso almost growls. He looks up at you, asking for permission to keep going. you nod, your eyes half lidded. Spoiled little princess, he thinks, and thats exactly how hes going to treat you from now on.

he leans in again, kissing your pussy and it makes a wet sound. He licks his lips and groans deeply at your taste. He starts lapping at your cunt like a dehydrated puppy. He’s making out with your pussy now, swiping his tongue all over. You can tell he’s inexperienced, but it doesn’t matter, he’s doing such a good job.

you feel so good, his tongue is too much, its all too much. You love him so much. And you cum unexpectedly, crying out his name, begging him to keep going and he whines. You thrash around and Choso keeps you steady, his strong hands grasping your hips.

After youre done he keeps licking up your cum, making sure youre cleaned.

“Choso…stop, too much,” you say softly.

He pulls away.

His face is covered in your juices, dripping all the way down his neck. And he looks so happy. He stands up, like its on instinct. He needs to hold you.

He grabs you into his arms and plop down onto the bed, with you on his chest. He squeezes you into him, kissing your hair while you slide your panties on again.

“mine,” he says softly. youre his now.

You look up at him, searching his eyes, “Choso i wanna um…you know,” you gesture to his crotch. you want to make him feel good too.

but he looks away shyly. its embarrassing and pathetic, “i um..,” he sits up with you in his lap.

He doesnt feel hard under you anymore. And then it clicks.

“oh my god did you…”

he blushes furiously and nods, “its embarrassing,” he had cum in his pants the second he put his face in your bare pussy.

“no! no…it’s really…hot,” you reason and he looks less embarrassed. He looks into your eyes then, looks at your pretty little face and he already knows he wants you to be his forever.

“do you want to be my girlfriend?” he asks nervously.

you giggle and nod eagerly, jumping on him, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling into his neck.

hes the luckiest man in the world he thinks. And you both fall asleep, you laying on his chest.

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

guys they didn’t actually fuck and i’m SORRY

now….part 4?? hey!!! HEY OKAY IM SORRY!! comment if yall want more ill do a lil short one where buddy ACTUALLY looses his virginity.

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@iqzo @multy-fandom-lover

[rafecameronssl4t]

Cart girl || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: you meet Rafe during one of your shifts as a beverage cart girl.

Warnings: swearing idk what else

Word count: 797

A/n: beverage cart girls kept popping up on my fyp and I thought I might aswell 😂

MASTERLIST

Divider by @yoonitos

“She new?” Rafe cocks his head towards your direction before swinging his club. Kelce and Topper both look to where Rafe was referring to, spotting you surrounded by a few other golfers.

“The beverage cart girl?” Topper questions as Rafe hums. “Can’t say I’ve seen her around before,” Topper says as the three boys watch you from afar. “Shit, she’s coming our way,” Kelce comments turning around to hide the fact the fact that he was watching as Topper looks away briefly.

“Hey, you guys want anything to drink or snack on?” you ask with a bright smile, lifting your hand to shield your eyes from the glaring afternoon sun. The three boys look up from their conversation, momentarily taken aback by your friendly demeanor.

“Yeah—uh, you guys want anything?” Rafe repeats the question to Kelce and Topper, who both nod enthusiastically. “Three Westbrooks, thanks,” Rafe says, his voice casual but with a hint of curiosity as his eyes linger on you.

“Sure,” you reply, stepping out of your cart. Rafe’s gaze follows your movements intently, his eyes raking over you in a way that doesn’t go unnoticed. He exchanges a smirk with Kelce and Topper, who try to conceal their grins, clearly amused by Rafe’s reaction.

“How’s your guys’ day been?” you ask sweetly, your voice filled with genuine interest as you reach for the three cans of Westbrook. “Yeah, yeah, good,” Rafe responds quickly, almost too quickly. “You new around here?” he adds, scratching the back of his neck, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Uh, not really. I usually do morning shifts, but I’ve switched to afternoons,” you explain, handing them each a can, your fingers brushing Rafe’s briefly. “Cool,” Rafe nods, his eyes never leaving yours, the smirk still playing on his lips.

“Cash or card?” you ask, holding a small notepad ready to jot down their payment details. “Just put it on my tab. It’s Cameron,” Rafe replies confidently, his smirk widening as he notices the moment of recognition in your eyes. “Cameron?” you repeat, locking eyes with him, the name ringing a bell.

Your eyes rake over his features, taking in his confident smirk and the way he holds himself. Tilting your head the tiniest bit, you say, “Well, have a good rest of your day, guys.” You offer a warm smile before turning around and climbing back into your cart.

As you start the engine and drive away, you hear Kelce exclaim, “Fuck, she’s hot, dude,” while slapping Rafe’s chest. Rafe chuckles, his eyes fixed on your cart as it disappears into the distance.

“Yeah, she definitely is,” Rafe murmurs, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he watches you leave. Topper shakes his head, laughing softly, trying to hide his amusement. “Think she’ll be around for the afternoon shifts more often?” Topper asks, glancing at Rafe. “Hope so,” Rafe replies, eyes still lingering on you.

~

“Y’know, the craziest thing happened to me yesterday afternoon,” you say absentmindedly, sipping on your fruity drink as you watch him line up his shot. His focus on the golf ball is intense, but he pauses for a moment, intrigued by your comment.

“Hmm? What happened, baby?” he replies, turning to make his way towards you. He presses a quick kiss on your lips before reaching over you to grab another club from the bag.

“I met your son,” you say, swirling the straw in your drink with your finger. Ward looks at you, his expression curious. “You saw Rafe?” he repeats, his tone carrying a mix of surprise and interest. “Yeah,” you hum in confirmation. “He’s quite good-looking, takes after his father,” you add with a smirk, watching as Ward chuckles and throws his head back in laughter.

“He’s a coke addict, baby. Best you don’t involve yourself with him, he’s trouble,” Ward warns, his thumb rubbing gently against your bottom lip. His touch is tender, but his words are firm. You stare up at him, undeterred. “He was nice to me,” you shrug, recalling the encounter.

“That’s because you’re a good-looking girl,” Ward says, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and admiration “You think so?” you ask, your smirk growing. Ward chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss on your cheek. “I know so.”

As Ward returns to his game, you can’t help but let your mind wander back to Rafe. There was something about him that intrigued you and you couldn’t help but purposely run into him around the course.

[tiredeyesight]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ in your mind (mattheo riddle x fem! reader)

summary : mattheo riddle, your sworn enemy, forgets about your ability to hear others thoughts

mattheo fucking riddle, waltzes into the class as if he owns the place. that stupid smirk and knowing eyes that he could do anything for salazars sake and not get into any trouble. flitwicks dismay is obvious, yet he does nothing but instruct riddle to take a seat just behind you. now your dismay was obvious, riddle had been your sworn enemy for as long as you could remember however you couldn’t really remember why.

‘oi y/l/n, what’re we doing?’ riddle questions you. ‘come on time and focus to find out’ you respond and for some odd reason there was no sarcastic comment or any insult thrown your way. just silence from mattheo. despite your normal dislike for your abilities to hear other’s thoughts, you used it. just this once.

voices boomed and echoed through your head, clashing together and combining until you focused in on one particular annoyingly attractive voice. ‘god why does she have to be so pretty’ you hear from the same voice that had called you a multitude of opposing mocks. surely he wasn’t talking about you. ‘her hair is so gorgeous, looks so soft, i just wanna play with it ugh.’ to confirm you weren’t dreaming, you dropped your pencil and turned your head. all you saw was his dark, rich brown eyes completely focused on you.

‘i always forget how beautiful her eyes are, this lighting doesn’t do them justice.’ and there was your confirmation.

for the rest of the lesson, you couldn’t focus on the work only on the handsome yet annoying boy behind you who hadn’t stopped thinking about you. as the bell rings you shove your items away in a haste determined to learn more about this admiration for you. the halls become flooded with kids rushing to get to their dorms or the hall for a quick snack before dinner yet all you were focused on was mattheo riddle.

he turned into a quiet hallway and you followed suit, your presence becoming known to him. ‘what are you doing here?’ he asks with irritation in his voice, a very fake irritation as all he could think about was ‘i want her so bad’. you walked closer towards him with a small smile plastered on your face, almost chest to chest and whispered the words, ‘for being someone you hate, i’m sure on your mind a lot’.

a blush rose to his cheeks, ‘i don’t know what you’re talking about.’ a continuous, ‘fuck fuck fuck, i forgot she can hear peoples thoughts’, jostled through his mind. a small giggle arose from your sweet lips and that’s all it took for mattheo to completely fold. ‘christ all right, you caught me’ he started, ‘im like head over heels for you, even with our little fights it makes me fall more in love with you every single time. you’re just so gorgeous and so kind, the complete opposite to me yet im totally obsessed with you.’ a smile that you had never seen before appeared on his face.

you were in complete shock, this was almost the last thing you expected from him of all people. mattheo riddle. yet you couldn’t ignore the way your stomach exploded in flutters by his words and how you suddenly became speechless. ‘can i kiss you’, you uttered out after moments of silence. ‘please.’

author note : i feel like this may be the most common thing ive ever wrote but hey it’s common for a reason so live laugh love i guess. and as always requests are still open!!

word count : 557