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looking back through my old art, this is fucking hilarious now that i Love going to halloween horror nights

I fucking love those “Haunted House Reaction Images” so I had to do one with the Polycule™

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Tim's wife coming home for good from the army(that's how her and Tim met) and surprises him at the station and meets the rookies who couldn't believe the hardass Tim bradford was such a softie for someone, let alone married -you did very good on my last request thought I'd give you my other one I had in my notes

for good? - tim bradford

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🪐: here you go pookie <3 and thank you so much! i had a really fun time writing this

word count: 1.5k

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The plane ride was tortuous, your leg bounced up and down uncontrollably waiting for your flight to end so you could finally see Tim. 

You had been deployed for nearly two years, and it was hard. Your contract had finally ended, you neglected to tell Tim you had not re-signed it. You had contacted Wade and formed a plan with him to assure everything would go to plan and stay a surprise.

Tim was used to you not calling everyday knowing how busy you were so that was already taken care of, god how you missed Tim. The last several months you knew you were retiring, it was killing you to not share it with Tim but you wanted to be face to face with him, to see the surprise on his face, to be able to hug him tight and tell him you were never leaving again.

As soon as the plane landed you were on your feet reaching for your carry on, you were the first to unboard. Time felt as if it slowed, you looked around and saw families rushing for their flights, and people sitting around or nodding off waiting for their gates to be called. You had almost forgotten what a civilized society looked like, constantly being cooped up on base with people who wear the same clothes, walk, talk, and breathe the same way. 

Your eyes became blurry, the image of everything you’ve missed suddenly hitting you. All of the quiet late night talks you didn't get to have, all of Tim’s milestones you weren't there to cheer him on for, nothing had paused when you left, and it was foolish for you to think they would but a small part of you hoped. Your heart ached but you continued your walk to baggage claim, impatiently waited for your bags to finally come into sight on the conveyor belt. 

The car ride to the station had been long, although you were jetlagged, the excitement of finally seeing Tim was more than enough to keep your body awake. The moment you saw the station it felt like your heart had skipped a beat, the uber driver dropped you off at the main entrance and you walked in suitcases and duffle bags in hand. 

“Hello! Can I help you?”  the sweet front dusk lady asked you with a big smile, “Yes, i'm here to see Sargent, Wade Grey.” you returned the welcoming smile. She made a call, presumably to Wade and then allowed you to head up to his office.

“(Y/n)!” Wade greeted as you stepped your heavy boots into his office, “It feels like I haven't seen you in forever!” he walked over and took your mountains of bags off your shoulders and hands before giving you a warm hug. “It has been forever, Sir” you stated, formalities still ingrained in your head “Oh come on, you don’t have to call me ‘Sir,’ just Wade (y/n)” he laughed, you shook your head with a laugh accompanying his. 

Everyone welcomed you home with open arms, helping you with putting up banners and blowing up balloons, putting confetti everywhere, making the room very loud and obvious that something big was happening. Wade had made Tim go on a patrol run, making up some excuse that he needed Tim to check out an abandoned warehouse that was possibly housing drug addicts. Clearly that was a lie, Wade knew damn well no suspicious activity was going on at that warehouse but he knew it would give the precinct time to set up your welcome home party. 

Tim was very annoyed when he realized there was nothing going on at the abandoned warehouse, it was actually quite clean. Tim sighed and radioed that everything was clear and he was making his way back to the station, on his drive back he had noticed it had been a good while since he heard from you and made a mental note to try and call you later after his shift. 

The moment everyone heard Tim’s radio response stating he was coming back to the station, your nerves shot up, you had missed him so much it was killing you. It felt like your soul was constricting and struggling to wait for its other half to be connected to it again, as you waited, you noticed a few new people appear. They looked slightly confused at what exactly Wade had wanted when he radioed them to come back to the station for an important meeting, “Did we walk into the right building?” Nolan asked looking around comically, you had pointed him out immediately from the way he walked in. 

Tim had told you about the rookies a couple of years ago when they first came in, Nolan, Lucy, and Jackson. He could not stand Nolan and was glad to not have him as his “boot,” while overseas Tim had called you abnormally early telling you about Jackson and although you had not met him, you heart broke for what he could’ve been. You wished you were home to comfort Tim, and you would’ve gone AWOL just to hug Tim if he hadn’t made you promise you'd stay on base.

Now, Lucy, you had felt bad for Lucy because you knew that she was going to fall victim to all the ‘Tim-Tests’ and have to put up with all of Tim’s stern glances and lack of sense of humor. Tim had talked about Lucy quite a few time’s on calls, he told you about what she had gone through and you knew she was going to be an exceptional cop with how brave she stayed during her time in captivity.

Following Nolan’s confusion was who you assumed was his rookie, you had not been told about her yet but she looked sweet and smiled when she saw you in uniform and the sign above your head that announced “im home.” The young rookie had hit the arm of the other rookie, who Tim had mentioned, Aaron Thorsen. You knew the name, and Tim had expressed his concern for Aaron joining the team.

“You must be the rookie’s Tim told me about!” you grinned widely, they all looked at you surprised and even slightly confused “im (y/n), Tim’s wife! Nice to finally meet you guys” you continued with quiet amusement as they were all left with mouths agape. 

“Tim’s wife? The grump was able to get a wife?” the young rookie had asked, looking at you. A small laugh left your body, you knew he wasn’t a big angel at work but you never thought he was that bad to get nicknamed ‘the grump.” 

All of them came up to you, introducing themselves and making small remarks at how different you were from Tim, you were sunshine compared to him. That’s what they said at least.

While you all were talking you heard the familiar voice you have waited so long to hear in person, “What happened? What are you guys all doing here?” Tim questioned fast, wondering why so many colors were blowing up in his face. “That’s no way to talk to your colleagues is it, honey.” your snarky remark nearly made him stop breathing, he looked at you, taking your form in. His eyes were wide and teary “(y/n)?” he croaked out, voice breaking. “Im home” you exclaimed with the same croak to your voice, as if time around you two stood still he ran towards you, sweeping you off your feet as he hugged you. “You’re home? I thought you weren’t getting home till next week? What changed?” He had a million questions and you could only answer him one at a time.

“Tim, Baby, I'm home for good. I didn’t re-sign.” you whispered softly, he looked at you like you had personally created the entire milky way right in front of him. “You’re home. Forever?” his knees almost buckled at the thought of being able to wake up next you everyday for the rest of your lives.

You nodded your head and hugged him tighter, he held you like you were the only woman to ever exist. He silently thanked whoever listened that you were home and safe in his arms.

Once you two were done having your moment, he introduced you to the new recruits, and Angela gave you a hug welcoming you home and telling you and Tim, you all had to go on a double date. You were still shocked she had married a lawyer and now had two children. 

You sat there with Tim, taking in your environment and enjoying the loud laughter and stories on what Tim did for Lucy’s ‘Tim-Tests’, as you sat listening to the god awful stories, you were at peace, sitting around with the people who kept your husband up and safe while you were away.

You had never been happier and you were glad to be able to feel this with Tim right by your side.

[dollyyss]

I FELL INLOVE WITH THE KYLE FIC OMG??? OK OK WHAT ABOUT THIS.

the main gang with an S/O that is like, VERY VERY SNUG/TIGHT, like unnaturally tight (but not negatively ;)). Also a virgin, like the biggest virgin out there, completely oblivious to stuff like that and super sensitive to touch in general, talking just a graze of fingertips might gain a small whine. I'm thinking maybe a correct adjective for this would be just the classic virgin reader + the things listed. AAAAA FEEL FREE TO DO THIS DEPENDING ON HOW YOU HAVE ENERGY I KNOW UR SICK😭🙏

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..sigh you just love to do things to my brain don’t you anon.. WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME- NEOCIE IM GONNA GO FERAL RAWR RAWR RAWR jk I’m such a sweet girl, I’m an angel I would never. Tehehe. And I’m sick so I’m an even more touchy just brain melty mood.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Kyle’s gang + butters with virgin reader!

Established relationship ₊ ⊹

All characters are aged up! Highschool AU! ‧₊˚✩彡

Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Cartman and butters 𐙚

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut/ NSFW, some degrading

Kyle 🐇𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒🪐

“Just like that holy fuck.. you’re so good for me.” Kyle let out a low moan, his head leaned far into his pillow whilst you slowly rode him. “That’s it baby, slowly, don’t look away, keep looking at me, that’s it. Keep watching me baby” his hands held either side of your face in an attempt to keep you with him, to keep you from looking away from him. Your legs shook on either side of his waist, your hands covering your face as you helplessly rutted against Kyle. You practically sucked him in earning groans and whimpers from the lanky gingers lips. “Fuck you’re tight.” He couldn’t hold back anymore, not with the way you gripped so tightly around him, not when he was trying to pull out to slam back in. No you gripped so tight he couldn’t even pull out. It was enough for him to grip onto the sides of your face harder, pulling you down so your forehead rested on his and he snapped his hips up into a ruthless pace.

- He’s a sweet boyfriend. He’s just a sweet guy in general. So when you tell him you’re a virgin he of course would never ever judge you for it.

-what he didn’t know was everything he did could basically make you drip on the spot, and majority of the time it’s shit he doesn’t even think of. He’s sitting with you in a restaurant with Stan and the rest, he softly touches your thigh, opening it to drag you closer to him. He doesn’t think a thing of it until you let out a squeak. Everyone raises their brows, Kyle looking at you when he feels your thighs squeezing his hand. Ahh.. you were sensitive too.

-“have you.. ever touched yourself..?” He asks curiously before feeling you shove his shoulder “Kyle broflovski!” “What? Sorry, I’m sorry. I just. Wanted to know” there was silence before you slowly nodded. He thought for a moment “has anyone else ever touched you?” He questioned again, watching as you shook your head side to side looking at him with big doe eyes. Your hands placed between your thighs. He softly bit his bottom lip, watching your body gently rock back and forth at the thought “do you.. want to be touched?” He slowly scoots closer to you, watching as you slowly lay back on his parents couch, his hands coming to tease the hem of your pants.

-he goes so god damn dumb when you grip him. He doesn’t know how to act. It’s like his brain shuts off and he goes into auto pilot. He’s usually gentle but fuck when he feels you grip so tightly, tight enough that you can feel almost every curve and vein littering his cock, he’s biting your shoulders and slamming into you. He’s swearing, panting. He’s so fuck drunk he doesn’t know what to do.

Stan .° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ

Panting. He’s a panting mess. He tries to form words but he’s so focused on trying to find a deeper angle, trying so desperately to feel you tighten even more then you already were. Your finger nails dig into his raven locks watching as your feet bounce due to your legs being locked around his waist. He was slightly hunched over, his hands on your ass to lift the bottom half of your body off your bed by a couple centimetres, his face buried in your hair while he lets out pleasurable grunts. “Stan!” Your lips spewing his name made him open his watery eyes, lips immediately coming to your ear. “I know, I know. I’m right here.” His hips snap as he slowly sits up, his member pulling out but with a struggle, his tip being the only thing remaining in your gushing warmth. “Can you take some more for me? Hm? Think you could do that?” When he watches you nod he gently takes your legs from his waist and pushes them against your chest, finding himself thrusting deeper at the new angle, your walls clenching so god damn good.

-“virgin? Really.. you? Are a virgin?” He almost doesn’t believe you because to him he can’t see how someone like you could be one. He’d thought everybody would be all over you. But he would admit he was proud to be the one to take it from you. He’s kinda dumb. So he doesn’t catch on. He just thinks you innocence is just, well how you are. But no.. no it’s for many reasons.

-he guides you 100%, you might actually make him a bit nervous because he doesn’t want to ruin this for you. He doesn’t want to take your purity away in such a vile way, he actually wants to make sure it goes exactly how you want. Tell him and he’ll do it. “You’ve got it babe”

-like I said Stan is a little dumb from time to time so he just doesn’t understand why you can’t sit still on his lap. He doesn’t get why your legs are practically shaking and stuttering against him when his large calloused hands come to hold at your hips. Maybe he’s not dumb he’s just, oblivious. He’s noticed that when he sweeps the hair from your neck to the other side you shudder, gripping onto his arm. “Are you? Are you good?”

-when he finds out the reason for it being you were a virgin he kinda.. likes it. He likes that he can be the one to make you act like that, how a single touch from him could have your legs open for him. Of course he takes is time with you. But he does enjoy teasing you from time to time.

-.. the first time you give him a handjob he’s definitely staring at you. He’s on the couch because his parents aren’t home. So what a perfect spot to do so. Your hands pump his cock so well while you partially hide your face, turning it the other way. His arms are resting on the head of the couch, one hand coming to turn your head so close to his you can feel his breath. “Don’t shy away from me..” his eyes are on you, nose pressed to your cheek as you pump him faster, you bottom lip tugged harshly under your teeth.

Kenny ₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉

“Mm I think you can take more sweet thing.. shhh I don’t wanna hear another word. You lay and look pretty for me yeah?” Kenny’s pace was torturous as it was; but having him grip onto his headboard, and pushing you further into his sheets was enough to make you clench harder around him. He shivered, his smile growing wide enough to expose the missing tooth on the right side further back. “Kenny please! I can’t do it.. I-i can’t take much more” you pushed at his lower stomach, still your grip around him was hard for him to pull out, pulling out would mean feeling every inch of his cock and that alone was pleasurable enough to send you to your edge. “Awh the poor baby, that’s a shame isn’t it, cuz you are” he was quick to take your jaw in his hands, pounding into you, his other hand pushing down on your shoulder to keep you from squirming. “Fuck I love the way you clench around me, like you don’t want me to leave” he cooed at you. Feeling yours fingers scratch and grip at his sides and lower stomach once more.

-he’s a horndog. So finding out you’re a virgin? “SCORE” he’s jumping over the moon for joy! Really it’s nothing to be so happy about, so giddy, but he’s just more or so happy it gets to be him that shows you everything.

-he’s probably one to tease tremendously until you finally lose your virginity to him. He likes watching you twitch and squirm at every touch he gives, but he makes sure his touches are extra touchy. He’ll walk behind you to grab your chest, when your making out his tongue is tracing your collarbones all the way down to the hem of your underwear. He wants you to feel like it’s about to happen but he’ll keep you waiting just a little longer.

-he’s probably gotten you to hump his leg. I’m not kidding. He was sitting on his bed, watching you walk around a little too tempting for him. He wasn’t exactly ready to do things to you quite yet, and he didn’t want to force you but when you ended up on his floor, sitting on his foot to try and get off. That shit eating grin never left his face. “Where did that pretty little innocence go hm?” “Kenny.. s-stop it’s not funny”

Cartman 🎧✮🧺✧˖°

“You’re so pathetic.” cartman pulled out, before pushing himself back in further “squeezing and gripping my cock like you don’t want me to stop.” He repeated slowly pulling out before pushing back in. “You go so dumb for my cock you can’t help but clench onto me huh? You silly little thing” who knew Eric cartman was also a teasing little shit even in bed. You. You did. Your hands held onto his shoulders, your feet planted on his bed, knees up and shaking as he worked his way to a somewhat quicker pace. He kept his thrusts short but he was deep. Both due to him and you pulling in him each time he tried to pull back a bit. “Eric, m-mm~” he cocked a brow stopping for a moment before looking at you fully. “Go on, say it, I won’t move until you do” your eyes shot open “mmm- more I want more please” he chuckled gently “you greedy bitch, I’m giving you so much and you want more” he listened though, he gave you what you wanted. He always did in the end.

- “pfft. Fucking virgin” he was too. So don’t let him get to you. Is he going to tell you that? Fuck no. Do you know? Yeah most likely I mean it’s cartman he’s lucky he even landed you. “Cartman shut up. That’s fucking rude and it’s not funny” you crossed your arms. “I’m sorry I’m sorry.. hmm” you shot him a glare. “Cartman.” He placed his fingertips to his lips “it’s just.. a little funny” he pinched his fingers together to make a small gap between his thumb and pointer finger. “I hate you.”

- a fucking tease, like Kenny he uses it to his full fucking advantage. He’ll tease the fuck out of you but just won’t give you want you want. You want him to take your virginity and baby he will. He just wants to get you all pent up, hot and bothered.

-from time to time, when things feel like they’re getting closer, and both of you are practically undressed his tip is teasing at your entrance, slowly circling before he stops for a moment, “hm, I don’t know, I’m feeling a little *yawn* sleepy yknow?” He smirks before laying down on his back watching as you look wet and dumbfounded, legs slowly closing as you sit up. “What the hell Eric..” he looks at you. “You could, suck me off? How does that sound?” You roll your eyes lowering your head at his commend. Don’t worry.. he’ll do it. He just likes to tease you to the very edge, to where you think you’ll get it.

Butters ˚☆🐈*๑

“P-please I won’t last much longer if y-you keep doing that..” butters stutters his words. He has you in a mating press, his legs surprisingly keeping him up, as he slams back down repeatedly. “I’m sorry baby.. I-i can’t he-help it oh my god~” your hands run through his hair, his head lowered towards yours as his lips try to reach your own. You clenched around him each time he pushed in. And god did he love watching himself pull out to watch you grip, your juices coating his member. And when you were left empty he watched as you pulsate trying desperately to find him. The look of it.. fuck he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t help but to give your tight fit exactly what it wanted “ahh~ lord.. I’m so close~” he whispered against your lips. He knew if his parents seen him now he’d be grounded for god knows how long but Jesus you drove him crazy the way you sucked him back in.

-“virgin? Well that’s alright darlin! Me too! We can learn together!” What he doesn’t know is you’ll have him sucked in, he can’t escape. Not that’s it’s bad. But he becomes addicted. Ever since the you told him, all he’s had on his mind is you gripping him so tightly, your warmth and softness. He’s like a rabid little bunny. But he does keep it to himself, he wants to be gentle with you, sweet and attentive the very first time. You both wanna make sure the other is comfortable.

-he finds it cute when he touches you and you practically moan. Because.. he does the same thing. You touch the back of his neck? He’s shuddering and moaning at the way your fingertips softly lingered. He loves when you you lay him down on his bed, lifting his shirt to kiss around his belly button, your lips lingering against his slight bright blonde happy trail. And he does the same to you, his lips tracing every inch of your body until he reaches between your thighs “mmm.. can I?” He asks gently “well I’ve never done this before so if it’s bad.. I’m sorry” he looks up at your with puppy dog eyes, making sure you know he’s just never done this. When you give the okay, he gentle.. but he can’t help himself when he tastes you, he’s immediately got your legs over his shoulders, and he’s making you squirm and scream. He’s very proud of himself. He’s not much of a tease but he tries to when he gets in the mood

“Well don’t you look awfully pretty” he mutters in your ear, watching the blush creep onto your cheek and you squirm in the place you sat. He’s not the greatest at teasing but hey he tries. And he makes sure you both learn one step at a time.

-but once he’s had it once…. There ain’t no going back. He’s like a wild dog off its leash.

Im sick.. and I’m feeling.. in the mood. I love them. I want them.

[goldfades]

for the next one, my idea was 🍀 for the prompt "until suddenly they whisper like a baby, “where’s my goodnight kissie?” i believe this gives paige and there's a lack of fluffy paige stories

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evangeline's 2.5k celebration !! [open!]

─ warnings | sweet, sweet fluff! drunk!paige (but she's affectionate as shit) and obviously mention of substances, umm nothing else.

PAIGE'S HANDS WERE hanging off your waist as you walked toward the hotel elevator. she pulled you closer into her chest, you knew how affectionate paige is when she's drunk.

and right now, you're pretty sure drunk is an understatement. her giggles echoed softly in the hallway as she stumbled slightly, her breath warm against your ear. you couldn't help but smile at her carefree demeanor, despite the worry creeping into your mind about how much she'd had to drink.

as you reached the elevator, you pressed the button and waited for the doors to open. paige swayed a bit, leaning her head on your shoulder, you were her only anchor right now ─ you were sure she would simply just flop down on the floor if it weren't for you.

"you're the best," she mumbled, her words slurring slightly.

you chuckled, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "and you're a handful," you replied softly.

the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. you guided her inside, her grip on you tightening. once inside, you pressed the button for your floor and leaned against the wall, pulling paige gently with you.

she looked down at you with red, bleary eyes that you knew were due to the drinks she's had (and the exhaustion of the entire trip). "you always take such good care of me," she said, her voice filled with a mix of affection and admiration.

you felt a warm flush spread across your cheeks. "of course i do, p. i love you,"

she smiled, a soft and genuine expression that made your heart flutter. "i love you too," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the elevator.

as the doors opened to your floor, you led her out, making your way to your room. paige clung to you, her steps unsteady. when you finally reached your door, you fumbled with the key card (you'd also had a couple drinks), managing to unlock it after a couple of tries.

inside the room, you helped her to the bed, where she flopped down with a content sigh. you couldn't help but laugh softly at her, her carefree nature always infectious.

"let's get you some water," you said, heading to the minibar to grab a bottle. you returned and handed it to her, watching as she took a few sips.

she patted the spot next to her on the bed. "come here," she demanded as you laughed.

as you laid down next to her, she immediately wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close. you could feel the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, her heartbeat a comforting rhythm against your back.

"where's my goodnight kiss?" paige mumbled as she looked up from your chest, a grin on her face.

you shook your head in amusement before she quickly pulled you into a sweet kiss. she pulled away with a smile as she laid back down, a yawn escaping her lips.

"i love you," paige murmured, her voice drowsy.

"i love you too, paige." you smiled as you felt yourself getting tired as well.

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[seungrem]

lee felix x m!reader

‘Work Husband’ ~*+

summary: Transitioning into a new department can be tough. Luckily, male!reader’s new boss pairs him and Felix together- the two almost immediately having great chemistry. Work-relationships almost always develop into something more, right?

( overview: office AU, soft-top!felix since u guys want it so bad, bottom!reader, smut obviously, protection and all of that, bj + anal, discreet/hidden but in office )

emoji theme:

🪐 ( office AU )

+❄️ ( +18, mdni )

🌱 ( short fic, oneshot - barely 1k words )

☁️ ( = y/n )

likes, comments, & reblogs appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“Welcome. It’s a pleasure to have you join us here.. and I’m sorry about your former office.”

A large wooden desk with a few tan files sat inbetween ☁️ and his new boss. Shedding beams into the room, the sun’s golden rays illuminated the frosted glass surrounding the two. ☁️ shook his head lightly, him then smiling at the older woman.

“It’s no problem. As long as this department isn’t anything like the other, this’ll feel like a promotion.” ☁️ brushed his hand against his navy blue sweater and sighed. “Thank you for having me.”

“Like you said, this is kind of like a promotion. I expect great things from you.” The boss stood up as a soft knock erupted from outside of the office. A man with long-ish blonde hair walked in and smiled- first at the boss, and then to ☁️.

“This is who you’ll be assisting. Felix will give you written pieces and ask for revisions until he sees that it’s fit to be published. Unfortunately, we are short staffed by choice, so the work load will be a lot. Please keep up with the given tasks and their deadlines. Felix?”

☁️ turned his head back to the man.

“Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Lee Felix and I’ll be taking care of you. I look forward to working with you.”

☁️ simply smiled and spoke a shy “hello,” as he stood up. “I’m ☁️, it’s nice to meet you as well.” He then thanked the boss for her time and followed Felix out of the room.

“Behave, Felix!” The boss shouted as ☁️ stepped out of the room behind the man. He followed Felix down the left side of the large room, stopping at a set of cubicles that sat against a wall of windows. Started from the floor and touching the ceiling, the view displayed a bustling city. The cubicle was light gray and quite large, with a grey laptop located on the desk inside. Felix walked in and pulled out the large cushioned chair, and looked around awkwardly.

“So.. this is where you’ll be spending a majority of your day. Since it’s so spacious there’s only two cubicles located against the wall on this side of the room. My area is directly in front of yours.” He pointed over the cubicle wall. “If you ever need anything, please just walk over or.. just look over it. Sound good?” Felix explained, his voice soft yet sonorous.

☁️ nodded and smiled bashfully. Felix was remarkably good-looking, which was unusual for an office setting such as this one. The man was pretty much ☁️’s type, too, making him even more nervous than he already was.

“Yes. Thank you, Felix.”

Felix smiled and nodded to the man before leaning against the cubicle’s entrance. He dug his hands beside his white button-up and down into his black pant’s pockets, waiting for ☁️ to sit down before responding.

“Of course. I’ll let you get used to the office before I ask you to do work.”

☁️ acknowledged what he said by nodding and smiling.

After Felix left, ☁️ opened the new computer and typed in his passcode information. For some reason, the office wifi wouldn’t connect, though. After trying for another minute, he stood up and peered over the wall to see a sitting felix.

“Felix?” ☁️ asked, his nose just barely peaking over the wall. Felix smiled and stood up to look over the wall as well.

“What’s up, love?” He asked, placing a hand on the edge to support his weight. ☁️ was initially taken aback by the pet name, but ultimately didn’t mind.

“I can’t get onto the wifi for some reason. Is there a different one that you use?”

“Oh yeah, sorry about that. I guess our tech guy forgot to set that up for you. Jisung always forgets.”

☁️ watched a Felix closed his computer and then made his way back over to his cubicle. As a result, the man sat back down and perked his back up to fixed his posture. Felix strolled in after a few seconds and leaned into ☁️’s computer, his body softly brushing against the man’s shoulder. ☁️ couldn’t take his eyes off of Felix’s side profile as he typed into the computer.

“All right, you’re all set.” He cooed, brushing against ☁️ once again. As Felix was about to leave the cubicle, ☁️ shot up and grabbed his hand. Surprised, he stopped and turned around, still holding ☁️’s hand.

“Sorry if this is weird to ask, but..” ☁️ paused and tilted his head. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Oh, no.. not really my type if you know what I mean..”

“Oh okay.. then do you have a significant other- or something?” ☁️ asked.

“No,” Felix smiled and tightened his grip on ☁️’s hand. “but I think I kinda have a crush.”

☁️ knew exactly what he meant and mentally blushed. “Same here. Maybe we could go out sometime?”

“For sure. What’d you have in mind?”

“Would you wanna.. come to my place?”

Felix looked to the side, and then back to ☁️. “We don’t have to wait. Here, follow me.” He said, leading ☁️ into a storage room a few feet away from their work areas. Though the lights were extremely dim as the two hurried in, ☁️ could see the many drawers, bulletin boards, and spare furniture. Felix lightly closed the frosted door and somehow locked it from the inside, him then turning his attention to ☁️. He grabbed ☁️’s hands and held them in his own.

“Do you mind?” Felix asked as he raised one of the man’s hands to his mouth, kissing it. ☁️ shook his head and wrapped his arms around Felix’s neck, Felix reacting by guiding ☁️’s back into the wall behind him. ☁️ pushed Felix’s head forward, allowing the man’s lips to meet his own. Felix’s hands ran down ☁️’s torso, then settling on his hips as ☁️ began french kissing. Felix’s grip on the man’s waist tightened the deeper they kissed, with Felix’s bulge now rubbing against ☁️’s. A few seconds later, Felix pulled away from ☁️- strands of his blonde hair having fallen over his eyes.

“Come over here.” Felix instructed, using a hand to drag ☁️’s wrist over to a small table sitting against the wall. Felix gently pushed ☁️’s shoulder down as he leaned back on the table, leaving ☁️ to fall onto his knees. With a growing bulge right in front of his face, it was only natural for ☁️ to begin unbuttoning the man’s pants.

“Ah.. you’re excited, aren’t you?” Felix teased, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He ran a finger through ☁️’s hair as the man exposed his dick print, ☁️ then pulling the pants down to Felix’s ankles. Felix began unbuttoning his white top as ☁️ stroked the man’s boner through his gray underwear.

“Can I take it out?” ☁️ asked, continuing to caress it. Felix finished unbuttoning his top, displaying sculpted abs much to ☁️’s liking.

“Go ahead.”

☁️ slowly pulled the man’s underwear down, not anticipating getting smacked by his length.

“Oh, sorry.” Felix laughed. ☁️ rolled his eyes and smiled, him then beginning to stroke Felix’s cock, the man softly whimpering as he did so. ☁️ grinned at the reaction, placing Felix’s dick inside of his mouth and slowly throating it. He leisurely bobbed his head up and down as Felix threw his head back, practically moaning out now.

After a few seconds of steady swallowing, Felix quickly grabbed ☁️’s head and yanked it back. His dick fell out of the man’s mouth dripping in saliva.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to finish yet.” Felix said, kneeling down to match ☁️’s eye level. “Can I get some of this too?” He whispered as he got closer to ☁️, him then reaching behind the man and squeezing his ass.

“Oh, do you have a condom?”

Felix reached behind him and magically pulled out a wrapped condom and a tiny bottle.

“Of course.”

☁️ furrowed his eyebrows and muttered an “alright.” as he followed Felix’s action of standing up. Felix’s skinny dick was still hard and poking out in front of him. Pulling his own pants and underwear off with quickness, ☁️ placed a hand on Felix’s chest.

“You can sit or lay on the table if you’d like, or you can-”

“You should let me do the work.” ☁️ murmured, softly pushing Felix back. Felix smiled and nodded, sliding back to sit on the table. He rolled the condom over his dick as ☁️ climbed on top of him, the man placing his knees beside each of Felix’s thighs. Waiting for him to pour the liquid onto his dick, ☁️ wrapped an arm around Felix’s neck- the man’s chest inches from Felix’s face.

“Alright, go ahead.” Felix muttered, placing his hands on ☁️’s waist and guiding the man down onto his cock. As his pink tip slipped in, ☁️ moaned out and tightened his grip around Felix’s neck.

☁️ now sat entirely on Felix’s dick, moaning softly as he took his time to undulate on it. The two huffed and whimpered as ☁️ began moving steadily on Felix’s dick, with ☁️’s chest still inches from the man’s mouth.

“That’s good.” Felix whispered, his eyebrows furrowed and his ajar lips producing silent moans. ☁️ felt Felix’s lips on his nipple a second later, him sucking and licking as the man bounced. ☁️ sped his undulating form up as Felix moved his hands down to ☁️‘s ass. Guiding him up and down even faster, ☁️ quickly became overstimulated. His knees buckled and he fell into Felix, who pulled away from the man’s nipple and placed his chin into ☁️’s neck.

“Can you keep going?” Felix hummed into ☁️’s ear, rubbing up and down his waist as he waited for an answer. After another few seconds, ☁️ pulled away from Felix and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah, you can keep going.”

Felix nodded, pulling ☁️ into him and wrapping both of his arms around ☁️’s waist. As Felix began thrusting softly into him, the man wrapped both arms around Felix’s neck. Felix grunted as his thrusts picked up in speed, filling the room with the sounds of clapping and ☁️’s whimpers. Both of their moans hummed in each other’s ears, pushing the two to the brink of finishing.

Felix continued shoving the man onto his dick despite feeling ☁️’s knees buckle for a second time. As ☁️ felt his leaking dick brush against Felix’s rough abs, he threw his head back and gasped. He ejaculated, painting Felix’s abs in a glistening white liquid. The man thrusting into him noticed, and became even more turned on, using all of his force to drill into ☁️.

“I-I’m cumming.” Felix gasped. After a few more seconds of harsh and sloppy thrusting, Felix forced ☁️ onto the entirety of his length, filling the boy up with his semen.

The two breathed heavily in front of each other before Felix fell back onto the table, pulling ☁️’s arm as he did so. ☁️ fell on top of him, his energy drained. The man pulled Felix’s dick out of him and slid the condom off, bringing it in front of him so that he could tie it and throw it aside.

“I would’ve lasted longer if you weren’t so cute.” Felix muttered, stroking ☁️’s arm as the two laid still.

“It’s okay, there’s always next time.”

“Yeah.. and I’ll be sure to take you out to dinner beforehand.”

☁️ chuckled at the comment, planting a kiss on Felix’s puckered lips. “I’d like that.”

“I would too, love.”

a/n: writing smut is saurrr boring but i hope u guys like this lil top felix moment. i still think he’s cuter as a bottom lolll :,)) alsoo lowkey im desperately waiting for someone to request an indie movie plot so i can write smth cute, request awayyy!

likes, comments, & reblogs appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[reallyromealone]

This request is random and it’s all up to you if you want to write it

So say muzan makes the upper six to watch over his infant son and I’d imagine it be chaotic

Like baby reader cries whenever akaza carries him, hates doma and throws his toys at him, maybe his enjoy chasing hantengu (which would lead to hantengu to run away crying), maybe gyokko would teach baby reader about art, maybe for gyutaro he’d be a decent care taker while daki is confused on how to take care of baby reader and kokushibo is baby reader baby reader favorite person and likes to be carried by kokushibo

This is totally up to you if you want to write it

Ohohohoobnonoo

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Muzan was a very attentive father despite himself, his son; his /heir/ was his world.

(Name) was precious and perfect, given anything he could desire in the world.

An absolute papas boy.

So when the moons had to watch the little bundle...

It was a nightmare.

"WAAAAAAH!" (name) screeched as tears rolled down his face, smacking the demon angrily as his barely present fangs bit at Akaza, not harming the demon in the slightest.

"Please behave, our Lord will be home soon!" He tried soothing the babe who wailed louder.

Doma was treated no better though instead of crying it was violence.

"Please little Lord, I just wanna be your friend~" Doma said playfully as he shook a raddle infront of the little one who looked absolutely furious that he cult leader was touching his rattle "ABABABA!" He screeched and smacked his hands against the tatami mat and the blond cooed but glared when a stuffed toy hit him "that's very rude little lord~" Doma said and lifted (name) who immediately tugged at his hair with force "why are you so full of hate~!" He said with almost sadness in his voice "I'm the best one here!"

"Dada!"

"He's gone right now little one!"

(Name) was /facinated/ by hantengu and followed him around everywhere, Shakey little feet as the upper moon tried to get away from the little one, tiny Muzan picking up speed wit his waddles as the poor demon tried running away.

And that's when they learned little (name) could crawl on walls.

"GET AWAY!" He said anxiously and (name) made loud happy baby noises.

Gyokko looked fond as the little one finger painted, messy and colorful and proudly showed it to the other, it was a mess but he could see a vague shape of Lord Muzan based on the black blob with little red eyes.

"Very good little one" (name) beamed at the praise.

Gyotaro was an excellent care taker, soothing the little babe for his nap as Daki played dress up, she wasn't sure how to care for a baby having never had done so but she always thought infant clothes were precious, the siblings watching him as he sleeped on a blanket.

But out of all the moons, (name) always prefered Kokushibo who sat in silence reading as (name) sat in his lap drinking his bottle, the demon glancing down as the babe pat his arm "do you wish for me to read to you?"

"Ababa..."

"Very well..." Kokushibos voice was deep and relaxing to the boy, reminding him of his papa in a way and Kokushibo was reminded of his own children with (name).

Rarely did he think of them but occasionally he wondered what lives they led.

He wondered what life (name) would lead.

The babe sneezed and Kokushibo was confused as a daisy bloomed from the tatami mat.

Well then.

[reveriebae]

Unlikely Entwined

pairing(s) : Wooyoung x reader

word count : 7,653

genre : smut

summary : an arranged blind date with Wooyoung quickly becomes a game of manipulation and desire

warning(s) : unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, oral (f! receiving). Let me know if I missed something!

Minors do not interact, 21+ only!

���smut under the cut🪐

Wooyoung sat at the back of the cafe, arms crossed, leaning back in his chair with an air of boredom. His parents had been going on and on about how he needed to "settle down" and "meet someone worthy." So, here he was, stuck on this blind date they set up, waiting for you to show up. Truth be told, he couldn’t care less. If it were up to him, he’d be anywhere else but here. But no, he was here, and he was determined to make sure this "date" felt as unimportant as possible.

He glanced at his watch, tapping his fingers against the table impatiently, barely acknowledging the other people walking through the door. And then... there you were. You walked in, and for a moment, it was like the whole place went quiet. His eyes met yours, and something inside him stirred—just a small tug in his chest. What the hell? He quickly shook it off, muttering under his breath, "It’s just a date." He was sure that was all it was... right?

You walk slowly approaching him, "Wooyoung?" You ask, making sure you're not going to sit with the wrong person.

Wooyoung looked up, his gaze briefly scanning you before he leaned back, one eyebrow raised. He gave you a slow once-over, not bothering to hide the smirk that tugged at his lips. His eyes flickered, almost a challenge, before he nodded, his voice cool and indifferent.

"Yeah, that's me," he replied, his tone casual as if he couldn’t care less. "You must be the one my parents set me up with," he added, his words dripping with sarcasm, though there was a glint of something else in his eyes as he watched you approach.

You nod as you take your seat, sweet smile never leaving your lips as you introduce yourself to him "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you, Wooyoung"

Wooyoung studied you for a moment, his eyes lingering just a little too long, before he casually leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. The smirk on his face never faded, but there was a slight tilt to his head as if he was trying to figure you out.

"Y/N, huh?" He said, his tone playful yet guarded. "Nice to meet you, I guess." He couldn't help but notice how your smile stayed so sweet and effortless, like it was part of you. It was... different. But he wasn't going to admit that.

He gave a slight shrug, eyes flicking down to the menu in front of him. "So, you’re really doing this?" he asked, as though questioning whether you were really going to sit through this pointless date.

You tilt your head at the question, a chuckle leaves your lips "what do you mean?".

Wooyoung glanced up from the menu, his eyes narrowing just slightly as he met your gaze. The corner of his lips twitched into a grin, though it was laced with a hint of arrogance.

"I mean," he started, leaning back in his chair with a lazy smirk, "most people would bail on this kind of thing. It's not exactly... thrilling." He shrugged as if it didn’t matter to him either way, but deep down, he couldn’t shake the feeling that your calm, confident attitude was a little different from what he expected. "You don’t seem like the type to just go along with whatever your parents want.".

"Do I look like that?" You smile, "but you're right, I never really agreed with something like this".

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening just a bit as he leaned in, clearly intrigued by your response. He studied you for a moment, his gaze sharp, trying to figure out what made you tick.

"I could tell," he said, his tone dripping with casual confidence. "You don’t exactly look like someone who just follows the rules." His eyes flickered briefly to your smile, something about it making him feel a little unsettled. He quickly brushed it off.

"But hey, I’m here now," he added with a shrug, "might as well make the most of it. So, what’s your story, Y/N? Why are you sticking around for this?".

"You really wanna know why?" Your smile turn a bit playful.

Wooyoung's eyes locked onto yours, the playful challenge in your tone piquing his interest more than he wanted to admit. He leaned forward slightly, the smirk still present but now with a touch of curiosity behind it.

"Yeah, I do," he replied, his voice low and almost teasing. "I’m all ears. If you’ve got a good reason, I might actually stick around for this." He gave you a half shrug, but there was something in the way he said it—like he wasn’t entirely sure whether he was playing with you or actually intrigued.

You look up for a bit, pretend to think as you meet his gaze again "When my mom showed me your picture..I just get interested, so that's why. How about you?".

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening as he leaned back in his chair, clearly amused. His gaze shifted for a moment, like he was trying to process your answer, before it flicked back to you, sharper than before.

"Huh," he mused, the glint in his eyes almost unreadable. "So, my picture caught your attention, huh? I guess I can’t say I’m surprised." He chuckled, though there was a touch of arrogance in his voice. "As for me... I didn’t exactly choose this." His tone turned a little colder, but his eyes never left yours. "But I guess you’re interesting enough to keep me a little longer."

He leaned forward, his smile a bit more teasing now. "So, what’s next? You’re not just here for small talk, are you?".

You mirrored the way leans in "If you still wanna stay on your seat then, I'm in", you lean back to your seat as you read him. This person is a bit.. difficult?

Wooyoung’s smirk softened slightly at your bold response, though it quickly returned to its usual confident edge. He tilted his head, studying you with a look that suggested he was considering something, perhaps a little surprised by your willingness to go along with things without hesitation.

"You’re definitely different," he muttered, more to himself than you. He sat up straighter, eyes narrowing just slightly as he continued to read you, trying to figure out where you were coming from. Most people would’ve backed down by now, but there was something in the way you held yourself that kept him curious, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

"Alright," he said finally, leaning in a little closer, his voice just above a whisper, "I’m staying. But don’t think this means I’m all in for the fairy tale." He gave you a quick, almost challenging glance before leaning back, his cool demeanor never faltering. "You’ve got my attention, for now."

You can't help but just hold a bitter laugh that's trying to escape your lips, his arrogance is just making this all a bit more interesting. You feel like you want to..tame him. "Alright, what you doing on your daily? Are you work or maybe study?".

Wooyoung’s smirk never wavered, though he couldn’t help but notice the way your laugh caught him off guard. There was something about it—something about the way you responded—that intrigued him more than it should have. He straightened his posture slightly, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Study," he answered with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Mostly just that. Not that it’s any of your business," he added, though the challenge in his eyes told a different story. He could see the way you were reading him, trying to figure him out, and it made him almost... curious about what you’d do next.

"You don’t strike me as the studious type, though," he added, eyes narrowing slightly. "What about you?"

"Calm down buddy, I never judge people" You chuckle down your breath, "I'm a student too" You say calmly.

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing just slightly at your response. There was something about the way you kept your cool that made him feel like he had to be even more careful with his words. It wasn’t like he was used to being treated so... casually. Most people would’ve been intimidated by his attitude by now, but not you.

He gave a small nod, pretending to think for a moment. "A student, huh?" His smirk returned as he leaned back again, clearly unfazed. "I guess that makes two of us then. But I’m guessing you’re not the ‘study all day’ type either." His gaze lingered for a moment, the playful challenge in his tone "So what’s your thing?"

"You're actually missed that one, I study a lot, cause my parents are kind of..strict" You cross your legs down the table "My thing? You mean..the major I take?".

Wooyoung’s eyes flickered with mild surprise at your response, though he quickly masked it with a nonchalant shrug. He had expected you to be a little more carefree, maybe even rebellious like him, but the mention of strict parents and your commitment to studying caught him off guard. He couldn't help but feel a slight shift in his perception of you.

"Strict parents, huh?" he murmured, his tone almost thoughtful before he shrugged it off. "I guess that explains a lot." He leaned forward again, his smirk returning as he eyed you up and down, his curiosity piqued.

"Yeah, I meant your major," he said, the playful edge never leaving his voice. "What’s keeping you busy? Something that requires all that studying, I bet." His gaze lingered on you a bit longer than he intended, the cool, cocky exterior slipping just a touch.

You raised your eyebrows "For my major.. it's computer science, I don't tend to busy all day over studying, though. How about you? What major you took?".

Wooyoung’s eyes lit up slightly at your answer, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Computer science, huh?" He leaned back, folding his arms across his chest with a bit more interest in his posture. "Guess we’ve got something in common after all."

He gave a casual shrug, not missing a beat. "Same here. That’s my major too." His tone remained cool, but the fact that you shared something like that seemed to hold his attention a little longer than he expected. "Not that I’m exactly a model student," he added, his usual cocky air slipping back into place. "But, you know, I manage." He shot you a quick glance, his eyes scanning you carefully. "Seems like you’ve got your shit together though."

You shift a bit on the seat, don't know what to say. You give him a slight uninterested face after he keeps talking like that. You check the time on your watch.

Wooyoung noticed the shift in your demeanor, his smirk faltering just slightly as he watched you check the time. The disinterest in your expression didn’t go unnoticed, and for a second, he felt something he couldn’t quite place—a small flicker of curiosity, maybe even frustration.

He leaned forward again, his gaze intense as he lowered his voice, trying to regain control of the conversation. "Not feeling this anymore, or just checking the time to see how long I’ve got before you bail?" His eyes narrowed, but there was a challenge behind them, as if he were testing your patience, maybe even his own.

"You know," he added, his voice almost playful, "if you’re not interested, I could always take this elsewhere." His eyes flicked over you, searching for any sign that you might actually be considering leaving.

You smile, looking back at him. "Guess I don't have all day, but we still could keep in touch or maybe plan another date..only if you're interested, of course" You say as you put a piece of paper with your number in it. "Sorry for leaving first" You say politely as you head towards the exit door.

Wooyoung watched you carefully, his eyes lingering on the paper you slid toward him. There was a subtle shift in his expression, a flicker of something almost unreadable. He picked up the paper, his gaze briefly following you as you turned to leave. For a moment, the cool exterior he kept up seemed to crack just a little, but he quickly masked it with a smirk.

"Leaving already?" he called after you, his voice a mix of amusement and something else he wasn’t quite ready to admit. "Guess I’ll see what’s on that paper later, then." His words were teasing, but there was a slight edge to them now.

He watched you walk out, the thought of what you said lingering in his mind longer than he wanted. What the hell was it about you? He shook his head, the smirk returning as he leaned back in his chair.

“Interesting," he muttered to himself.

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It’s been three weeks since that date, and Wooyoung can’t shake the thought of you. He’s tried to focus on his studies, hang out with friends, and keep up his usual routine, but every time he closes his eyes or has a quiet moment, your smile, your words, and that damn piece of paper keep coming back to him. He’s not used to this feeling—not the nagging curiosity, the wanting, the need to reach out.

So, here he is now, sitting on his bed, phone in hand, staring at your number on the screen. His fingers hover over the keys, hesitant. He’s not the type to make the first move. He doesn't like feeling like he's pursuing anyone. But damn it, he has to know—if you really meant what you said, or if it was just some polite formality.

He types, deletes, and types again. The clock ticks, and the silence around him is almost suffocating. Finally, after a long pause, he hits send.

He sets the phone down on his desk and leans back in his chair, trying to act like he doesn’t care about the message he just sent. But deep down, he’s already waiting for your reply.

You don't pay attention to the notification bar as you doing your night skincare routine. After a few hours later you noticed his text, you type your reply after reading his message.

Wooyoung had been pacing his room, checking his phone more often than he cared to admit. When your reply finally came through, his heart jumped—a reaction he’d never admit to anyone, not even himself. He sat on the edge of his bed, rereading your message with a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Took you long enough…" He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. Typical. You were just as sharp as he remembered.

He quickly typed back, trying to keep his cool.

He hit send, leaning back against the wall with a smug grin. For the first time in weeks, he felt like he had the upper hand—or so he thought.

You tilt your head with a confused smile, this guy is all arrogant but his response is really fast.

Wooyoung couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as he read your message. The way you called him out so subtly, it was like you could see right through him. He leaned back against his chair, his fingers hovering over the keyboard for a second before he started typing.

He paused, smirking to himself as he added,

He hit send, leaning back with an almost cocky satisfaction, though the anticipation of your response made it hard to sit still.

You chuckle at his texts, left him on read for a few minutes to add some fun into it.

Wooyoung’s smirk widened as he stared at your reply, though he couldn’t help but notice the few minutes you left him on read. It was a small move, but damn, it worked—you had his full attention.

He hit send, leaning back with a satisfied grin, already planning how he’d make this second meeting even more memorable than the first.

"don't expect me to go easy on you this time...huh? Like I expect anything from you" You mumble to yourself. You throw your phone to the desk as you left him on read and go to sleep.

Wooyoung noticed the lack of response and saw that you’d read his message. His smirk faltered for a second, and he let out a small huff, tossing his phone onto his bed. "Playing hard to get now, huh?" he muttered under his breath, though he couldn’t deny that it only made him more intrigued.

He lay back, staring at the ceiling, his mind wandering to what you might say or do next. This wasn’t how things usually went for him—he was used to being the one in control. But with you, it was different. You weren’t giving him the satisfaction of predictability, and that was both frustrating and exciting.

Shaking his head, he muttered to himself, "Guess I’ll just have to make Friday worth it." Despite his arrogance, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of anticipation for whatever this was turning into.

Friday evening arrived faster than Wooyoung expected, and he found himself adjusting his jacket in the mirror, something he rarely cared to do. He glanced at the time—6:50 PM. He was never one to be early, but for some reason, he was already in his car, parked outside your place, debating whether to send you a text or wait.

Eventually, he leaned back in the driver’s seat, exuding his usual confidence as he typed :

He hit send, tossing his phone onto the passenger seat and tapping the steering wheel absentmindedly. He told himself it was just another night, but the tight grip he had on his usual composure said otherwise.

And on the other side there's you.. who's taking on their precious time. Pick a red dress and make your hair looks slightly wavy, glance at your phone not even bother to open his text. You walk down the stairs as you say goodbye to your parents then leave out the door.

Wooyoung glanced up from his phone as he heard the faint click of your heels on the pavement. His smirk faltered for a split second when he saw you stepping out, the red dress clinging to your figure and your wavy hair catching the soft glow of the evening light.

He quickly masked his surprise, leaning casually against his car door, arms crossed. "Took your time, huh?" he called out, his voice laced with mock annoyance, though his eyes betrayed him—they lingered on you just a bit too long.

You let a soft smile curve your lips as you approach him, your heels clicking softly against the pavement. "Well," you start, your voice teasing as you stop just in front of him, "some things are worth waiting for, don’t you think?".

He opened the car door for you, his smirk returning as he straightened up. "Red suits you," he added, his tone low but genuine, before quickly shifting back to his usual demeanor. "Let’s go before you decide to make me wait again."

Sliding into the car with ease, you glance up at him, catching his gaze before he closes the door. "And thank you," you say casually, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

As he settles into the driver’s seat, you look around, taking in the scent of his cologne that subtly lingers in the car. "So," you say, leaning back in your seat, your tone light but curious, "where are you taking me, Mr. Confident?"

Wooyoung started the car, his smirk firmly in place as he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. "Wouldn’t you like to know," he replied, his voice dripping with playful arrogance.

He turned his attention back to the road, the streetlights casting fleeting shadows across his face. "Let’s just say I’ve got a place in mind that’s… unexpected," he added, the cryptic edge to his words adding a layer of intrigue.

He drove in comfortable silence for a few moments before glancing at you again. "You trust me enough to let me surprise you, right?" His tone was teasing, but there was a subtle challenge in his eyes as if daring you to say otherwise.

You looked out the window as the car slowed down in front of a sleek, modern building illuminated by warm lights. Your eyes widened slightly as you noticed the sign: an upscale wine bar with an art gallery inside. The faint hum of soft jazz music drifted out as Wooyoung parked the car and stepped out, casually making his way to your side to open the door for you.

"Fancy, huh?" you said with a raised eyebrow, stepping out gracefully. "I wasn’t expecting this from you."

Wooyoung smirked, sliding his hands into his pockets as he led you toward the entrance. "What can I say? I like to keep you guessing." He glanced at you, his gaze lingering a moment longer than usual. "Besides, I figured you’d appreciate something with a bit more… class."

Inside, the ambiance was warm and inviting, the walls lined with abstract paintings and sculptures, each piece illuminated by soft spotlights. Couples and small groups sipped on glasses of wine, their conversations blending into the background as a live pianist played in the corner.

Wooyoung gestured toward the wine selection. "Pick your poison, Y/N. Or do I get the pleasure of choosing for you?" His tone was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of sincerity as if he was genuinely curious to see what you’d pick.

You scanned the menu briefly before looking up at him with a small smile. "Red wine," you said confidently. "Something bold but smooth. I’ll let you choose which one, though."

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "Bold but smooth, huh?" He smirked, motioning for the waiter. "Got it. Let’s see if I can meet your expectations."

After a brief exchange with the waiter, he ordered a rich Merlot, his voice steady and decisive. As the waiter poured the wine, Wooyoung leaned back in his chair, watching you closely as you took the glass.

"So," he said, swirling his own wine before taking a sip. "Art and wine... not what you expected from me, was it?" His smirk softened into something almost genuine, his eyes flickering with curiosity. "What do you think? Did I pick the right vibe for you, or am I off the mark?"

You take a slow sip of the wine, your eyes scanning the art around them thoughtfully. After a moment, you place the glass back on the table and look at him, your expression is soft but your gaze is steady.

"It’s beautiful here," you say, your voice warm, almost vulnerable. "I didn’t think you’d take me somewhere like this... it feels like you’re trying."

Wooyoung watched as you placed your glass down, your words catching him off guard. For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. The softness in your tone was unexpected, but the subtle challenge behind your gaze intrigued him even more.

You lean back slightly, your lips curving into a faint smile, but there’s a spark in your eyes that keeps him guessing. "But I’m not sure if it’s for me or for you."

The statement hangs in the air, gentle but firm, leaving Wooyoung to wonder where he really stands in your mind.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table, his smirk returning but with a hint of something deeper. "Maybe it’s both," he said, his voice low and deliberate.

He tilted his head, studying you carefully. "Or maybe I’m just trying to see if you’re as hard to figure out as you want me to think."

His eyes stayed locked on yours, the playful arrogance still there but softened by the curiosity he couldn’t hide. "What do you think, Y/N? Am I getting it right, or do I still have work to do?".

You tilted your head slightly, your gaze unwavering as you studied him in return. The way he leaned in, his confidence, yet the subtle vulnerability behind his words—it was like he was letting his guard down, even if just a little.

"You might be getting close," you said softly, letting your fingers trace the rim of your glass. "But I haven’t decided yet."

You let a small smile tug at your lips, leaning back in your chair. "Let’s just say… you’re doing better than I expected."

The room’s ambiance wrapped around the two of you, the soft jazz and murmurs of other patrons fading into the background. You crossed your legs gracefully, your eyes meeting his again. "But if you’re trying to figure me out, Wooyoung, I hope you know I’m not the kind of puzzle that comes with instructions."

Wooyoung’s smirk deepened, his eyes darkening slightly as he leaned in closer, closing the distance between the two of you just enough to make your pulse quicken. The playful air around him shifted, taking on a more intense edge.

"Good," he murmured, his voice low and deliberate. "Instructions are boring. I prefer a challenge."

He let his gaze linger on you, tracing every detail—the curve of your lips, the way your fingers toyed with the glass, the subtle confidence in your posture. "And you," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper now, "look like the kind of puzzle I wouldn’t mind spending all night figuring out."

The words hung in the air, charged with heat, as he reached for his own glass of wine, taking a slow sip while his eyes remained locked on yours. The corner of his mouth curled up into a slight smirk as he set the glass down.

"So, Y/N," he said, his tone teasing but unmistakably bold, "how much of you am I allowed to figure out tonight?".

Wooyoung’s eyes burned with an intensity that made the air around you feel heavier. He leaned even closer, his presence almost suffocating in its power, and the playful smirk on his lips began to fade into something much darker. His voice was a low, almost intoxicating drawl as he spoke again.

"I’m not just trying to figure you out, Y/N," he murmured, his words caressing your ear as he leaned in just enough for you to feel the heat of his breath. "I want to see how far I can push you."

His eyes flickered to your lips before meeting your gaze again, and there was a hunger there now, something raw and demanding. "How much can I make you want me before you break?".

You could feel the tension between you two, thick and electrifying. He was no longer playing coy—he was pushing, testing, and somehow, you couldn’t help but feel drawn in. The game had changed, and now it felt more like a dance on the edge of something dangerously close.

"So tell me, Y/N," he continued, his voice deep, almost a whisper, "are you ready to find out what it feels like to not just be figured out… but completely consumed?"

His fingers brushed lightly against your wrist, sending a shock of warmth through your body. You could feel the pull of temptation, the line between control and surrender blurring with every word, every touch.

Your breath caught in your throat as his words wrapped around you, the tension in the air thickening with each passing second. You didn’t look away, though—your eyes were locked onto his, sharp and unyielding. Your fingers gripped the edge of the table, as if trying to anchor yourself in the midst of the storm he was creating with his mere presence.

You felt the pulse in your wrist where his fingers brushed, and a shiver ran down your spine, despite the confident smile you kept on your lips. “You think you can push me?” you whispered, your voice steady, though it betrayed a hint of the heat swirling beneath the surface. “I’m not that easy, Wooyoung. You’ll have to try harder than that.”

Your gaze shifted slightly, scanning his features with a boldness that matched his intensity. You leaned forward, just a bit, closing the space between, your body language daring him to push further. The challenge was clear in your eyes. You wasn’t backing down—not yet.

"You talk big," you said, your voice now a little lower, a little breathier, "but we both know words aren’t enough."

Your lips curled into a slow, teasing smile, your eyes never leaving his. There was a storm inside you now, a mix of intrigue and defiance, but beneath that was something more. Something raw.

"So, Wooyoung," you murmured, your voice soft but commanding, "show me how far you’re willing to go."

The challenge in your tone was unmistakable—you was daring him to cross the line, to make it real, to stop hiding behind words and see if he could actually match the intensity he so boldly spoke of.

The air between them crackled as the night moved on, the chemistry undeniable. Without another word, Wooyoung stood, his movements smooth, as if everything had already been decided. His eyes never left yours, as if daring you to stop him, to push back.

You rose to your feet too, not missing a beat, your smile now darker, more dangerous. You weren't just playing anymore. There was something in his gaze, in the way he held himself, that made your heart race and your body ache with anticipation.

He didn't need to say anything more as he walked toward the exit, his strides long and confident. You followed without hesitation, feeling the weight of the moment between you both. Neither of you needed to speak-it was clear that you were both on the same path now, heading toward a destination where neither one of you could hold back anymore.

Once outside, Wooyoung glanced over at you, his smirk returning as he guided you into his car. The drive was silent, but the tension thickened with each passing minute, the space between you feeling smaller, heavier. His hand occasionally brushed against yours as he shifted gears, and every time, it felt like an electric current ran between you both, pulling you closer to the edge.

As he parked in a quiet, secluded spot, the engine cut off, leaving only the sound of your breath, heavy and quick in the confined space. He turned to you, his eyes dark with intent, and before you could speak, he was already there, his lips crashing against yours with a rawness that stole the breath from your lungs.

The kiss was unlike anything before-it was hungry, demanding, both of you pushing and pulling at the same time. His hand found your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his fingers trailing along your skin like fire. You responded in kind, your hands finding his neck, tugging him closer, feeling the heat of his body against yours.

"I told you," Wooyoung whispered between kisses, his voice rough, "I don't play games."

You pulled back slightly, your breath coming in ragged bursts, eyes burning with the same fire. "Neither do I," you shot back, your voice thick with desire.

Without another word, you both seemed to fall into each other, the tension finally snapping as your bodies came together, every touch, every kiss, igniting something primal between you both. The night had shifted-there was no more games, no more pretense. It was just the two of you, everything else fading away in the heat of the moment.

He pulled out a bit, "Let's move to somewhere more spacey" he pointed to the backseat with his thumb, you nod.

The air inside the car was thick, suffocating with heat, with need. Every inch of space between you and Wooyoung felt like too much, and when he finally touched you, dragging you into the backseat, you swore your body had already surrendered before you even realized it.

His hands were all over you the moment the door shut, gripping, teasing-his fingers trailing up your thighs, lifting the hem of your dress with excruciating slowness. His breath was warm against your neck as he murmured, "Lacey? Just how I like it." A smirk played on his lips, dark and knowing.

A whimper slipped past your lips as his fingers pressed against your clothed core, rubbing slow, lazy circles that had you trembling. Instinctively, you bit your lip, trying to hold back the noises threatening to spill out, but a sharp smack to your ass had a yelp escaping instead.

"Don't hold back on me, baby," he cooed, his voice laced with amusement, but there was something darker beneath it—something hungry. "I want to hear exactly how good I'm making you feel."

His thumb pressed harder against your clit, teasing you mercilessly until your panties were soaked through. With a low hum of approval, he pulled them aside, and the second the cool air hit your slick folds, Wooyoung wasted no time. His tongue dragged along your slit in a slow, deliberate stripe, sending a violent shudder through your body.

"Oh— fuck... please," you gasped, barely able to form words as he devoured you like a man starved.

His hands spread you open further, his mouth working you with obscene precision—sucking, licking, flicking his tongue over your clit until your thighs shook uncontrollably. The filthy slurping sounds only made it worse, made you clench around nothing as desperate moans spilled from your lips.

"Oh my god! Fuck—fuck, Wooyoung!"

Your back arched, hands gripping onto the seat as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach. You were close—too close, and when his lips wrapped around your swollen clit and sucked hard, you shattered.

Your whole body convulsed, a strangled sob leaving your lips as waves of ecstasy crashed over you. Wooyoung held you still, his grip unrelenting as he drank up every last drop

Wooyoung didn’t stop, even as you trembled beneath him, your body weak and overstimulated. His tongue dragged over your swollen folds, slow, teasing, tasting every bit of you. Your breath hitched, a sharp gasp escaping when he gave your clit one last suck before finally pulling away.

His lips were glistening, his nose damp, and the way he licked the corner of his mouth sent another wave of heat rushing through your veins. “Nice and sweet,” he murmured, his fingers squeezing your ass possessively.

The sound of his zipper being undone made your stomach tighten in anticipation. You barely had a second to catch your breath before you felt it—the thick, leaking tip of his cock rubbing against your entrance, teasing, spreading your wetness over himself.

“Look at you,” he mused, voice dripping with satisfaction. “All whiny and messy just for me.”

A shudder ran through you as he pushed in, the stretch stealing the air from your lungs. He was thick—too thick, and you had to bite your hand to stifle the cry that tore from your throat.

“Fuck, you’re thick—” Your words were broken, breathless.

Wooyoung chuckled darkly, gripping your hips as he bottomed out, forcing you to take every inch of him. “You can handle it,” he said, his tone laced with amusement, though his voice was tight, strained.

His fingers dug into your hips, holding you still as he gave you a moment to adjust, but the way he throbbed inside you made it clear—his patience wouldn’t last long. A breathless chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled out just an inch before slamming back in, forcing a choked moan from your throat.

“We’ve only met twice,” he murmured, dragging his cock out of you agonizingly slow before sinking back in, “and look how fucking wet you are for me.”

Your walls clenched around him at his words, earning a sharp hiss from him as he gripped your ass harder.

He set a brutal rhythm—deep, unrelenting thrusts that had your body jerking forward with every snap of his hips. The sound of skin slapping filled the car, mingling with your breathless moans and his low groans.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, his hand sliding up your spine before gripping your hair, pulling your head back just enough to make you arch for him. “You feel so fucking good.”

Your fingers clawed at the seat, your body trembling with each thrust. The angle had him hitting just the right spot inside you, sending sparks of pleasure through your veins.

“Too much—” you gasped, though you didn’t want him to stop.

He leaned down, his chest pressing against your back as his lips ghosted over your ear. “Too much?” he mocked, his voice a taunting whisper. “Then why are you squeezing me so tight, hmm?”

A desperate whimper was all you could manage before he snapped his hips even harder, dragging a sob of pleasure from your lips.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his grip tightening. “Let me hear you.”

Wooyoung's chuckle was low, smug as he kept up his relentless pace, dragging his cock out almost completely before slamming back in, filling you to the hilt. Your moans came out broken, helpless, the pleasure overwhelming, but he loved it—loved the way you melted under his touch, how your body responded so perfectly to him.

His hand slid from your hip to your lower stomach, pressing down just enough for you to feel the way he stretched you out from the inside. "Feel that, baby?" he murmured against your ear, his breath hot, teasing. "Feel how deep I'm inside you?"

You could only nod, your voice caught in your throat as another whimper spilled from your lips. The pressure, the way he filled every inch of you—it was too much, too good.

His other hand found its way to your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles that had your thighs trembling. "You're taking me so well," he praised, his lips ghosting over the back of your neck. "Such a good girl for me."

Your fingers dug into the leather seat, your body arching as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You felt yourself unraveling, pleasure coiling so tight it was impossible to hold back.

"Fuck—Wooyoung, I—"

He didn’t slow down, didn’t let up—if anything, he fucked into you harder, his hand tightening around your waist to keep you right where he wanted you. "Come for me, baby," he groaned, his voice laced with hunger. "I want to feel you—fuck, I want you to squeeze my cock just like that."

And just like that, you shattered.

Your body tensed before the pleasure crashed over you, wave after wave of euphoria ripping through you as your walls pulsed around him, milking his cock. Your moans were loud, desperate, but Wooyoung drank up every sound, watching you come undone beneath him.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. "So fucking pretty when you fall apart for me."

But he wasn’t done. Not yet.

His grip tightened, his pace turning erratic, and within moments, his groans grew heavier, more strained. "Fuck—I'm gonna—"

With one final thrust, he buried himself deep, his breath shuddering as he spilled inside you, filling you up completely. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you against him as he rode out his high, his lips pressing lazy kisses against your shoulder.

For a moment, all you could hear was your mingled breaths, the air thick with heat and satisfaction. Then, after a beat of silence, Wooyoung let out a husky chuckle.

"Told you I don’t play games, baby."

Wooyoung stayed inside you for a moment, catching his breath, his hands still gripping your waist possessively. His lips brushed against your bare shoulder, leaving soft, lazy kisses in contrast to how roughly he had just fucked you.

“You took me so well,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction, his fingers tracing slow, absentminded circles on your skin. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Your body was still trembling, sensitive from your release, but you barely had a second to process his words before he shifted his hips—still buried deep inside you. A sharp gasp left your lips as he rolled his hips, slow, teasing, making you feel every inch of him again.

"W-Wooyoung—too much," you whined, your body twitching as the overstimulation hit you hard.

He tsked, his hand sliding up your back, pressing you down further against the seat. “Too much?” he echoed, mock sympathy dripping from his tone. “You can take it, baby. I know you can.”

Then, without warning, he pulled out completely, leaving you empty for a split second before flipping you onto your back. Your dazed eyes met his, and the way he looked at you—dark, hungry, possessive—sent a fresh wave of heat pooling in your stomach.

“Wanna see that pretty face while I ruin you,” he murmured, pushing your legs open with ease. His cock, still thick and slick with your combined arousal, pressed against your entrance again, teasing, testing.

Your hands gripped his arms, your nails digging into his skin as he pushed in slowly this time, letting you feel every inch stretching you open once more. Your back arched, a breathless moan spilling from your lips as he filled you again.

"That's it, baby," he groaned, his voice strained as he bottomed out. "Taking me so perfectly."

His pace was slow but deep, deliberate, making sure you felt everything. Every drag of his cock against your walls sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. His hands gripped your thighs, pushing them further apart, watching the way you took him so beautifully.

“Look at you,” he muttered, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips. “Completely fucked out, and I’ve barely even started.”

You couldn’t respond—not when his pace started to pick up again, his thrusts turning sharper, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over. Your moans turned into desperate cries, your hands clawing at his back as he took you apart all over again.

"Gonna come for me again, baby?" he rasped, his grip on you tightening. "Go on, let me feel you."

And just like before, you shattered beneath him, your body convulsing as pleasure crashed over you, leaving you trembling, breathless. Wooyoung followed soon after, groaning your name as he spilled inside you once more, his body shuddering against yours.

For a moment, there was only the sound of your heavy breathing, the warmth of his body pressing against you. Then, he smirked down at you, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face.

"Think that was enough for our second date?" he teased, his voice husky. "Or should I make sure you never forget it?".

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The soft clinking of utensils and warm laughter filled the dining room as both families gathered around the large table. It was supposed to be a simple family dinner, a way to "check in" after setting up you and Wooyoung on that fateful blind date weeks ago. Neither of you had said much about it to your families, leaving everyone curious.

You sat across from Wooyoung, your eyes occasionally flickering toward him. He was seated casually, his usual confidence toned down in the presence of the parents, but his gaze kept finding yours. Each shared look was a quiet conversation, a secret neither of you was ready to spill just yet.

As the night went on, the parents began reminiscing about the setup. "We thought the two of you would at least stay in touch," Your mom said, her tone teasing.

"Yeah," Wooyoung's dad added, nudging him slightly. "You haven’t mentioned her much, son. Did you scare her off with your attitude?"

Wooyoung chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck—a rare moment of nervousness. Before he could answer, You stepped in, your voice soft but steady. "Actually, we’ve been... spending some time together."

The room went quiet for a moment, all eyes now on you. Wooyoung met your gaze, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips before he added, "Yeah, we have. And, well... I’d say things are going pretty well."

The parents exchanged excited looks, the kind only matchmaking parents could share. Your mom clasped her hands together, her eyes lighting up. "Oh, that’s wonderful! We knew you two would hit it off!"

"Don’t get ahead of yourselves," Wooyoung said with a smirk, though his tone was gentle. He glanced at you, his expression softening. "We’re just... taking things slow."

You nod, your cheeks warm but your smile unwavering. Under the table, Wooyoung’s hand brushed against yours briefly, a silent reassurance that made your heart flutter.

As the conversation shifted back to other topics, the atmosphere became lighter, filled with laughter and warmth. You and Wooyoung exchanged one more look, this time without hesitation.

Maybe this whole setup wasn’t so bad after all.

[squinch-depraved]

HOLE INSPECTION WITH A LITTLE BIT OF SLUT SHAMING PLEASE I dont care from who (sorry. feeling very feral today)

-🪐

hehe

CW: knife (as a means of removing clothing), degrading, dubcon (?) (but like ur in a relationship so this is a normal thing for y'all)

schlatt pushed you down onto the bed roughly, ignoring the weak grunts you let out as you tried to fight him. the wicked smile he had on his face left you afraid and breathless.

"stop fightin' me, doll, or this is actually gonna hurt," he warned as he tugged off your top. he tsked when you tried to resist and shook his head. "i'm bein' nice about this, i promise you. it can get a lot worse," he spoke the last sentence into your ear, hot breath leaving a tingling sensation everywhere it touched. with that, he used a knife drawn from his pocket to slice through the center of your bra.

you began to yell at him for ruining it before he looked at you in disbelief and smacked you, covering your mouth after the strike. he didn't need to, though- his eyes piercing straight through you rendered you speechless all on their own.

"you think you have the right to speak to me after the way you acted earlier, you stupid slut?" he asked cruelly. "that's right, shut the fuck up and let me use you like you deserve to be used." with that, he tore off your bottoms and admired you in your little black thong.

"such a pretty pussy for me," schlatt murmured. "my good little hole. so tight f' me, hm? so wet." he slid the fabric of your underwear to the side and dragged his thumb up your slick, collecting your essence and bringing it to your clit, where he started rubbing gentle circles. much to your dismay, he stopped when you started gaining any real pleasure from the contact.

after wiping his hand on the inside of your thigh with a smirk, he shimmied your now soaked panties off and stuffed them directly in his pocket. eagerly, he lowered himself down to have a direct view of your hole and spread you open with his fingers.

"god, i love watchin' you stretch out f' me like this," he breathed, staring in wonder at your entrance as he splayed out two digits. your cunt leaked your arousal all over his fingers, earning a low groan from the man. "fuck, toots, you have such a pretty hole." he was unable to stop himself from praising you; it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen and you let him look whenever he wanted. "too bad that's all you're good for, huh?"

you let out a strangled moan as you looked around, anywhere but at him and how he was taking you in.

"yeah, just a fuckin' whore for me to use whenever i want, my personal little fuckdoll. fuckin' slut." he punctuated his sentence by spitting onto (and into, if we're being honest) your hole, and you squealed as you tried to process how turned on that made you. schlatt chuckled lowly at how your now gushing entrance spasmed around his fingers. "can't believe you're into that shit. i can just treat you like shit and you like it. you love it, don't you, you filthy fucking whore?"

his eyes flicked up to study your euphoric expression, but only for a moment, before settling back on your cunt. he eyed the space between your legs hungrily for a few minutes longer before diving in, pressing open mouthed kisses to your clit and working his way down to your hole. sliding his tongue in, schlatt moaned deeply and dug his nails into your thighs when you arched your back at how the vibrations rocked through you.

he ate you like a starved man, much more for his own pleasure than yours. but he was still incredibly good at using his mouth, the many hours you had spent in this exact position proved that. sloppy noises could be heard in the few empty spaces between the both of you moaning.

it wasn't long before he added his fingers to the mix, moving his mouth up to focus on your sensitive nub. curling them in and out of you at all the right spots was easy for him at this point, he knew your body so well. soon, you were gasping while you tugged on his soft locks, desperately trying to warn him what was coming (you).

but schlatt already knew, you were his whore, remember? his little slut. and of course he knows when his little slut is going to cum. so he pushed you just a little further, bit by bit, until he sent you over the edge and you saw stars. your legs shook frantically as you released all over his face, your orgasm made even more intense by the noises he made as he became soaked.

after a bit, he pulled away, spreading you open one last time for a good look and patting your leg gently. "sorry about the bra. i'll get you a new one," he said softly.

"damn right you will."

[shawty-writes-a-little]

don’t ever let go

꒰ erik lensherr x fem!reader ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

.𖥔 ݁ 🪐˖ word count: 2.2k+

⌞ plot: sort of hurt comfort when erik finds his rather irritable posing s/o going through a nightmare ⌝

warnings: nightmares, angst sort of (fluff end dw)?

People with contradictory world view and general thinking are bound to be engaged in petty disagreements. As strongly opinionated as Erik was he never got along with one certain mutant. Erik and y/n, always fighting, at each other’s throats. Most times they were rather entertaining scene creators at the Xavier’s institute, clashes were famous with the most colourful language used amongst the students. However Charles grew tired of this, best minds he knew were always bickering and fighting. Petty fights and little grudges turn ugly if pit against each other on battleground. God forbid that situation ever arises but Charles bad seen enough falling apart within his own to know how much could go wrong.

So, to get them along he paired the two to gather intel on some government bills at the procession gala held at Berlin. He was persuasive but not god, after all it was the hardest task in the world to get erik and y/n sit for dinner at the same table let alone go halfway across the world and pose as a couple, stay in one place and not blow cover? Charles came with the most believable persuading story as he could, lied the Oval Office asked for the two to specifically attend the mission this and that and it was a long afternoon trying to convince the two but the professor won in the end.

-

That is how Erik and her ended up in Berlin, the moment they were alone, not posing anymore their smiles and in-love act completely dropped. Shutting the hotel door behind him Erik sighed. It was a whole week of these galas and charity events, back from their first one and y/n was already growing tired of Erik. “You know I kind of hated how you manhandled me back there.” She complained as she leaned on the wall for support and removed her heels.

“What?” He asked confused as he removed his blazer and draped it on the sofa chair “What are you talking about I did no such thing” he said not exactly recalling anything like that.

“You said something to that senator in French and then grabbed me close to you to kiss my forehead like I was on the run from you-who does that?” Y/n said, she didn’t speak French so she didn’t understand what the conversation was on about regardless the moment she recalled, she wasn’t even standing that far away for him for him to yank her close to him like that.

“A husband?” Erik said raising brows as he exaggerated in obviousness removing his cufflinks.

“With the grace of a woodcutter?” She scoffed as she rolled her eyes at him, it’s not like she minded that, the two posed like that the entire night at the event it’s just that erik would time and time loose his cool and she didn’t want any casualties further into these galas “it would look like I’m your hostage instead of wife can’t you try and look gentler somehow?”

“You just made that up.” Erik said as he shook his head disregarding her suggestion “The senator made a rather vulgar comment about you in French by the way, instead of adding to it I held you close. Would you rather I laugh along with him and appear rather crass?”

“you can try but you can’t really change what you are” Y/n mumbled with a stifled chuckle at her own jab as she stood by the dressing table mirror removing her jewellery.

“I heard that.” He responded giving her a disappointed look but she just laughed at it anyways. He changed out of his shirt as they’d conversed. Not engaging in silly debates anymore y/n went to the adjoining bathroom to change out of her dress.

Erik worked on gathering some background on the guests of the events they’d met and conversed with, information in context of intel they had so far whilst y/n updated Charles via a long email, two emails, one of the intel and other how much insufferable Erik was.

Their third day in Berlin went remotely same, night however was about to be different. Y/n was settling their bed, the first two nights they took turns on the sofa but it turned out to be very uncomfortable to sleep in so they decided to share the bed. Erik glanced up from his laptop as y/n was setting up a pillow wall on the bed “That is so childish.” He commented.

“Yeah yeah” y/n said as she rolled her eyes, making clear partition of the bed. “Do not invade my side alright?”

Erik couldn’t help but laugh at the use of ‘invade’ “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He said as he turned his attention back to the laptop. He decided to stay up rather late that night even after y/n retreated to bed. He would joke that it was easier to work after she was sleep and before she was awake as if he secretly didn’t hate the absence her ramblings brought.

An hour or so had passed, Y/n was sound asleep as he decided to wind up. He left to clean the desk, brush his teeth and wind down. When he came to bed he was met with y/n mumbling in her sleep, tossing and turning on her side of the bed.

His gaze softened when he realised she might be going through a nightmare. It seemed difficult, whatever she was seeing, he couldn’t understand her words but he caught a few pleading syllables here and there. “y/n…hey wake up” he cooed softly as he tried to wake her up, he gently placed his hands on her shoulder. “Hey-you’re just dreaming y/n…wake up.” He spoke and she got up almost instantly, breathing heavily.

She sat up trying to get used to the surroundings again, always the same thing. She hated when those dreams resurfaced revolving around her most despised horror. Erik had heard from Charles of what she’d been through when she was new, he didn’t know she was impacted to this scale. “Are you alright?” His voice arose another bad feeling inside of her. She didn’t want to be perceived as a weakling in front of him. When they’d argue he’d often call her that, not that she wouldn’t call him worse back but she would hate if he found out about this ordeal. She didn’t want to appear weak.

Getting out of the bed hurriedly she rushed to the table stand, feeling a bit dizzy after how fast she stood up and how fast she was trying to comprehend everything. She tried to pour herself a glass of water shakily. Her train of thoughts ran as she tried not to have a break down, her heart beat fast from the visuals of the nightmare still fresh in her mind. Erik was quick to pace up to her “Hey look at me” he spoke taking the jug of water out of her hands given she was struggling to pour it properly.

“Are you alright?” Erik repeated his question and he could note how she was still too shaken to answer correctly and fine enough.

“Y-yeah-“ she could muster out as she tried to level her breathing which didn’t seem to work apparently.

“Y/n.” He spoke leaning lower to meet her eyes since she avoided eye contact with him, “look at me” he spoke as he placed comforting hands by biceps to hold her upright. “Deep breaths with me, come on.” He spoke as he guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. He rubbed her back as she was still slightly trembling guiding her to breathe evenly.

After a few moments when she tried to fake the best proper composure she could she nodded, “I’m alright thanks” she said very softly afraid she might tear up any moment. Ever so tired and scared of her recurring nightmares, just when she thought it was getting better. Why would it not leave her alone? Why couldn’t she move past it?

Erik wasn’t a mind reader but the look on her face read enough for him at the moment, “y/n” he sighed “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I said it’s fine-“ she said with an exhale however her breaking voice and avoiding stare said something else. She couldn’t hold it back anymore as the brimming tears surfaced out of her eyes. She held her head in her hands weeping into them. Erik didn’t say anything as he wrapped his arm around her in a comforting manner, “I-I’m not this soft alright I’m not-I’m not weak” she told him like she had to justify her crying.

“Hey hey hey-“ he cooed as he pulled away just to see her face again, “who says you’re weak? This is completely alright.” He reasoned with her as she cried.

“No I—I just-“ she didn’t exactly know how well she could phrase this out for him. How much terrified she was of what she kept seeing in her dream, from her past, haunting her again and again and how much she didn’t want him to think she was this much of a mess.

“You are not weak, y/n. You are anything but weak. It’s difficult going through a nightmare but you’re really strong, you made out of it see” he talked to her patiently in a very encouraging manner as he wiped her tears with his sleeve.

“It felt so real-“ she choked up as she tried her best to stop crying, Erik took her into his arms, giving her a hug as he spoke sweet nothings to him.

She cried and trembled in his arms unable to speak coherently until she soothed her crying, he held her throughout it. “I am just so tried Erik…” she said as he pulled away to look at her face.

He removed the hair in front of her face, tucking it behind her ear, “is it always this bad?” He asked her, feeling really awful how much she’d had gone through already and even then in sleep she wasn’t left alone of it. Y/n nodded as she wiped the tears off her face, she wasn’t so phased by ‘this’ bad given she was used to them now.

“Is it frequent?” He asked, his softened gaze holding her trouble one.

“Not as frequent but-it comes and goes, I just can’t escape it.” She said with a dejected sigh. “I am used to it I just wish I was—properly used to it. I wish I wasn’t this affected…”

“Nobody should have to be used to this y/n it’s difficult, really difficult.” He told her as he held her hands in his softly. “It’s bound to affect you, in the worst way it’s made you…you. Surely doesn’t define you but it defines your strength, your courage. You are truly strong.”

“But I’m afraid Erik” she told him looking away, “I am exhausted of being this afraid.”

“And that’s fine.” He replied holding her hands in his a little tighter to impose the exaggeration of his words, “It takes strength to keep going, even more to be afraid and still keep going and you have done that job very well y/n.” He spoke as he kissed her forehead with a comforting smile adorning his face, reflecting how proud he was she made it through. “Let me help you?”

Y/n took a deep breath as she nodded, she felt rather safe in his help. In his presence and his touch, it was as comforting as it was safe. He helped her through that night, holding her close staying awake until she eventually fell asleep in his arms and he didn’t want to ever let go.

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[spikedhe4rt]

dating dallas hcs??

Dallas Winston x Reader Headcannons 🪐🪐

A/N: Hope you enjoy this. I just want to say, I love you guys so much. Thank you for all the support and patience! My request box is always open! <3

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❥ You guys met at bucks, you were a bartender and he lives there.

❥ He started to talk to you randomly because he was just bored.

❥ It turned into hours and hours of conversation and you guys just hit it off.

"Im Dallas Winston, Im sure you've-" You quickly interrupted with a sarcastic eye roll. "Yes, Ive heard of you. You say that to all the girls in town". He shook his head with a grin. "Nah, only the pretty bartenders." Cue another eye roll

❥ You were a fire cracker and he loved that about you.

❥ Yall became close to the point, he would rant to you about Sylvia. You had to hide your jealousy every time.

❥ You were talking to him about some rude person at work and he truly realized how beautiful you are. He really sat and stared for a hot minute.

"I wanted to punch that asshole so- Hello? Earth to Dallas fucking Winston?"  he jumped slightly at your words before cooly nodding.  "Im listening..."

❥ He was honestly conflicted about his feelings for you.

❥ It wasn't until you went on a date with someone else, he confessed.

"Dallas, whats your problem?" You didn't get why he was being such an asshole today. "Why didn't you come over today!?" he said angrily. "I had a date, y'know that!" he shrugged "Exactly!"

"It was just a movie and-" He looked at you with what felt like a hurt expression "and you didn't need to be with him. I like you." His hand came to the sides of your face and fiercely kissed you.

❥ You guys started dating after that. You guys never officially asked eachother, you just felt it.

❥ Getting to wear his Christopher.

❥ Walking around together with his arm around you.

❥Him never letting you walk around alone because he gets worried.

❥ The only time he will let you touch his hair is when you're stressed bc he's know you love it

❥ He leaves the biggest hickeys on you.

❥ His love language is acts of service.

❥ You not understanding half the stuff he says because the accent but you know he means well.

❥ He calls you doll and sweetheart.

❥ Always getting flustered when you patch him up bc he claims you have to sit on his lap to do it.

"Dallas, I don't need to sit on your lap to do this. You're fine just sitting on the counter" you say with a eyeroll.

❥ When you guys sleep together, he always ends up holding you.

❥ Movie dates

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❥ When in missionary, he props your legs on his shoulders so you can feel him deeper.

❥ He use's overstimulation as a punishment and reward.

- "Dally please, its too much." You pant out as Dally brings you to your peak for what seems like the 3rd time. "Weren't you just begging to cum like a pathetic slut after I said no" His thrusts became faster as you moaned out. "You can take it, sweetheart."

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- "Dally please, more!" You plead for another orgasm, feeling so good that you don't want it to end. You clench around him, moaning out. "You want more, huh? Ill give you whatever as long as you keep being a good girl for me." He continued to fuck you till you both were spent.

❥  He spanks/smacks your ass raw when he hits it from the back.

❥ Leaves loves bites all over your chest.

❥ Loves to tell you everything he going to do to you.

"Oh fuck, Dally faster!" you mewled as he fingered you. His two digits were hitting your g-spot with every thrust. "You like that, huh? Im not gonna stop till you cum all over my fingers."

❥  When he eats you out, he sucks your clit just right and he knows it too.

❥ Has a degrading and praise kink.

"Such a pretty little slut for me"

[circusgoth-dotcom]

The Dork Who Fell To Earth

Ship: Peter Quill x Gabriel Layson, familial Dale & Gabriel

Word Count: 1545

Summary: Another one-off AU, this time involving a crossover between my romantic ship with Peter Quill/Star-Lord (Marvel) and my familial ship with Dale & Allison (Tucker & Dale vs Evil). At least, I planned for this to just be one fic, but it might become a series if I get more ideas. Anyway, Peter Quill has been marooned on Earth and Gabriel gets to play nurse. CWs for food mentions, injury mentions.

Tag List: @canongf @rexscanonwife @futurewife

Gabriel was sitting on the porch, drinking a Pepsi and doodling in his sketchbook when Dale pulled up in his truck. He immediately hopped up, excited to greet his father figure, only to become concerned by the expression on Dale’s face as he approached.

“Hi, Dale! What’s wrong?”

“Hi, Gabriel, how’re you?” Dale squeezed his arm affectionately, still with a less-than-happy look on his face. He gestured back toward his truck. “I-I saw this guy kind of stumblin’ around in a field and y’know, I just wanted to see if he was okay, so I pulled over and I went over to him. He’s all scuffed up and his head was bleedin’ something fearsome, I didn’t- I didn’t want to leave him there so…”

Looking closer at the passenger seat of the truck, Gabriel now noticed a man sitting there with his eyes closed and a pained expression on his face.

“Oh damn, that’s scary. You want me to help bring him inside? We can put him in my room for now.”

Dale nodded and Gabriel went over to open the door. Up close, Gabriel couldn’t help but think he was kind of cute, even with all the scratches he suffered from. Curly brown hair, a moustache, slightly chubby and wearing a dark red leather jacket. Supporting the stranger on either side, Dale and Gabriel brought his half-conscious self into the house, settling him into Gabriel’s bed.

“Should I call Allison??” Dale asked as Gabriel returned from the bathroom, a roll of gauze in hand.

“I think you should wait until her lunch break, but yeah, she should probably know before she gets home…” They sat on the edge of the bed and began wrapping up the man’s head, stopping the flow of blood from his hairline. “Where do you think he’s come from?”

“I mean, from the looks of his clothes I’d say he’s from the city, at least.”

Gabriel shifted the man and took off his jacket before finally letting him rest his head against their pillows, pulling the duvet up over him. “I suppose we let him sleep for now. We can ask him questions later.”

Dale nodded, wringing his hands. “Y’know, I’ve still got stuff to do… do-do you think you can handle looking after him while I’m gone? I hate to leave you here with a stranger, but… errands.”

“I mean, yeah, that’s fine.” Gabriel shrugged as they exited his room. “Not like he’s going to be able to do much if he’s a criminal, he’s completely out of commission. Besides, you and Allison have done plenty well teaching me self-defence.” He grinned and playfully bumped against him.

“We sure did, heh. I can’t never- can never?? Can never tell you enough how proud I am of you. You know that, right?”

“Yes, and it’s frankly embarrassing!”

The two hugged before Dale left and Gabriel was alone in the house again, though not really this time considering the stranger in their bed. Having nothing better to do, they brought their drink and sketchbook inside and began preparing for when the man would awaken. He gathered pain medication, ice packs, and heat packs, then set out the ingredients to make grilled cheese sandwiches. By the time he was done cooking, the man still hadn’t awoke, so he brought his own sandwich and a magazine into the room to wait, settling into a beanbag chair in the corner.

He was about done when the man in his bed began to shift. Gabriel set aside the magazine and hopped up, padding to the bedside. “Welcome to the land of the living. Looks like you took quite a tumble.”

The man grunted, lifting his head slightly and reaching up to gingerly touch the bandages. He opened his eyes, squinting, and Gabriel was startled to find they were the most brilliant aquamarine colour he had ever seen. “Where… am I??”

“Mare Grove, West Virginia, Dale and Allison Layson’s house,” he then gestured to himself with the last bite of his sandwich, “Gabriel’s room.”

The man blinked. “Earth??”

Gabriel stifled a chuckle. “No shit. I made grilled cheeses.” He finished his own and dusted off his hands. “You should probably eat, take some Aspirin. You don’t happen to remember your name, do you?”

“Peter…” He settled back against the mattress, staring at the ceiling. “Peter Quill.”

“Good. Nice to meet you, Quill.”

As soon as Gabriel had left the room, Peter once again sat up as much as he could stand and looked around. Earth. There was no possible way he was back on Earth, his Earth. But this sure did look like an Earthling’s bedroom, and the air smelled of Earth grilled cheese… he quickly laid back down when Gabriel returned with a food tray. They set it on the bedside table and helped Peter sit up, fluffing up some pillows to support his back before setting the tray on his lap. It presented two halves of a grilled cheese sandwich, a small bowl of tomato soup, a glass of water, and two Aspirin tablets.

“I’m Gabriel, by the way.”

“Thanks, Gabriel…” He picked up one of the sandwich halves, examining it before hesitantly taking a bite. His stomach growled loudly as he chewed, and abandoning any idea that this was some sort of trick, he eagerly gobbled down the food and took the medication. “How did I get here??”

“Dale said he found you wandering aimlessly in a field somewhere and that you were spouting nonsense.”

Peter nodded slowly before feeling his arms and realizing his lack of coat. “Where’s my jacket?!”

“In the hall closet, don’t worry, I didn’t steal it,” Gabriel soothed before leaving to retrieve it. “It is a nice jacket, though.” He set the jacket at the foot of the bed. “So, do you remember anything?”

“Okay, well, this is going to sound insane, but I was up there,” Peter pointed toward the ceiling, “y’know, space. Next thing I know, I’m in your bed and fuck am I sore. And not in a good way, in an I-fell-down-the-stairs-when-I-was-drunk way.”

“Are you sure you weren’t dreaming and-or under the influence of drugs?”

“I’m absolutely sure! Here, I’ll show you!” He frantically pressed behind his right ear to activate his helmet, only to be slightly shocked. “Ouch, mother-- what the Hell???” He pressed it again, but nothing happened. He buried his head in his hands. “Oh God. My helm’s broken. That’s just great.”

“What am I supposed to be seeing here?”

“Alright, forget that, I didn’t happen to have some really cool, sci-fi-looking blasters on me when this Dale guy picked me up, did I?”

Gabriel shook his head. “None that I saw, unless they got left in his truck.”

“Is that truck still here?”

“Hate to put a damper on that hopeful tone, Quill, but Dale probably won’t be back for at least another two hours.” They glanced at their alarm clock, “which reminds me, I should probably call Allison and ask her what to do.”

“Wait, I’m going to prove to you that I came from space!” Groaning, he stiffly kicked off the blankets and swung his legs over the side of the bed, indicating his dusty boots. “Rocket thrusters!”

Gabriel knelt down and examined the metal jutting off the side of the boots. “Do they work?”

“Hell yeah they work! Though it’s probably a bad idea to use them inside…”

“And especially when you’re injured. Well, alright, fine, I’ll entertain the idea of you being a spaceman.” They stood. “What’s it like, up there?”

“Too vast to get into right now… you know, it’s been a long time since I was on Earth…”

“So you’re not an alien.”

“No, I’m not an alien! I’m originally from Earth, it’s… it’s a long story, okay? I got abducted as a kid, in the 80s…”

“Ah. Are you sure you’re not just traumatized, Quill, and using the idea of being a space traveller to cope?”

He buried his face in his hands and made a sound of prolonged frustration before attempting to stand. “I don’t have time to deal with this, I’ve gotta get back up there…”

“You have plenty of time to heal,” Gabriel forced him back into a sitting position. “Now don’t go anywhere while I call my mom about it, alright?”

As Gabriel left, Peter reluctantly laid back down, folding his arms crankily. He was torn. On the one hand, he’d like to go back to being Star-Lord, devilishly handsome outlaw, but on the other… this was his home planet. There was so much to catch up on. Maybe there was someone out there who still remembered him. And damn it if his stubborn streak wasn’t set ablaze by Gabriel. Sure, he didn’t know anything about them, but he was becoming increasingly determined to get them to believe him… And of course they and their family were kind enough to give him a bed, food, and most importantly, something to soothe the aches in his worn-out body… He sighed. At the very least, he would stay here until he felt better. Then he would get to the bottom of what had happened to him and how he had been discarded back on the blue marble he initially called home.

[leebitkitty]

Hi just wanted to ask abt sub!hyunjin with a overstimulation kink?

Also can I be 🪐 anon?

hi! ofc you can be 🪐 anon!

"babe, it's too much"

genre: smut pretty obv

warnings: sub!hyunjin, gn!reader, dom!reader (no gender specified), oral (sub recieving), consented somnophilia, use of the word "babe", swearing, slight aftercare at end.

wc: 596

you were asleep next to hyunjin, last nights memories long forgotten. you silently woke up to a restless hyunjin moving around on his side of the bed, whimpering slightly. you peered to him and immediately saw his little problem.

you guys have been talking about consenting eachother to somnophilia, and you both gave permission to one another. you quietly sat up and licked right under hyunjins ear, near the start of hyunjins jawline where you knew he was most sensitive. he let out a drawn-out whine and you could almost see tears pooling at the corner of his closed eyes.

you gently flipped up his shirt, not wanting to awake him, and pecked at his defined abs. moving down, you gently stroked hyunjins clothed tent, which seemed to have grown bigger since you first woke up.

hyunjin arched his back at your ministrations, and he was loudly whimpering and whining for your touch at this point. you slid hyunjins sweatpants off his legs just enough to show his boxers. you touched him through his boxers, precum already letting loose. you rubbed that same precum around him, looking up and seeing hyunjins face contort in pleasure.

he let out delicious loud whines and almost screamed when you started biting his neck, keeping you pace on stroking him through his boxers. he was getting so close, and he immediately woke up, confused. "h-huh? babe what are you-", he was immediately cut off with a loud moan as you started licking him through his boxers.

feeling his senses be pleasured, he threw his head back. "oh h-hell, babe, i'm so close, y/n, babe please, i'm so close baby", he blabbered, you stroking him faster. you came up to his ear and whispered, "cum". he immediately shot his load into his boxers, staining them.

not even giving him a second to catch a breath, you immediately pulled his boxers down and harshly licked his cum away, stroking him fast. hyunjin almost jumped out of the bed, feeling his senses go into overdrive. "fuck, babe, oh god, its too much.. it's so much, p-please" he said. "your face is telling me you enjoy this, but your mouth is saying something else? even if i was dumb i could tell you are enjoying this, hm?" you said, licking his v-line.

in fact, he was enjoying it. he always wanted to feel his senses go into max, he just wasn't used to it. he let out a scream as you took all of his length into your mouth, swallowing on him.

you moaned on him, and feeling the vibrations strike through him, he grabbed your hair and moved your head around. normally, you would normally punish him for this behavior, but something about the way his eyes were fluttering into the back of his head, his sweaty hair clung to his forehead, and the way he violently shook his body and his gaping mouth made you let his rule-breaking slip just this once.

"f-fuck, babe, i'm so close, please let me cum- oh shit!" he whined as he blew his loud in your mouth, torso, arms, and legs shaking hard. his eyes were still closed as he calmed down from his high, only to be awakened by you cleaning his body up with a damp cotton cloth.

you were careful to be gentle with him, cleaning up without making him more stimulated. after you were done, you laid next to him, pecking his face while telling him how much of a good boy he's been and how much you love him <3

leebitkitty, july 2023 ©

[writingsonsaturn]

all of the girls you've loved before

{ masterlist } { the 'taylor swift' series }

🪐: the ending is a little rushed, and this is so not proofread but NEW SERIESSS, love you enjoy

wc - 2.7k

content warning: fem!reader, cheating (not from tim), fluff, talk of blood (reader is a blood analyst)

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You and Tim have known each other since you moved into the neighborhood when you were twelve, you had moved right across the street. He saw you one day outside helping your mother bring in boxes from a moving truck, he noticed the way your hands shook with the heaviness of the box but instead of dropping it, you fought through and continued carrying it inside. When you had walked back outside you ended up noticing him too, the way his hair lightened in the sunlight, his thin body shaking with nerves as the pretty girl he was staring at for far too long walked up to him and asked him a question.

“Do you know how to fix a pipe?” your voice flowed through his ears like honey soothing a sore throat, “oh um, no i don’t but i could ask my dad” he responded with a shake in his tone, although he hated interacting with his father he would at least try his best and ask for you. “Thanks!” you smiled and then asked him if he wanted to hang out sometime, explaining you just moved here from a couple states away and needed a friend, “yeah, that would be really cool” he agreed quickly, very quickly.

In no time the two of you became inseparable, spending endless days together with no regard for anyone else who wasn’t inside the little bubble the two of you had made. 

During the high school years, the crush you developed for Tim only grew stronger and stronger, during the classes you two had together he would always insist on sitting next to you and nearly every time he would never take no for an answer. The teachers found it easier to just succumb to his demands then argue with him over it, he would say a very polite ‘thank you’ and trot his way over to the desk or seat right next to you. You would always roll your eyes and say “it wouldn’t kill you to not sit next to me you know, it only makes their lives harder” and he would snap back with a “i work better next to you” and with that you would smile and turn your head back to the teacher with a warm feeling in your face.

Although one day, Tim came to you in a panic freaking out about not knowing what to wear. 

“Wear to what?” you questioned, confused why Tim of all people was freaking out about what to wear.

“Cindy agreed to go on a date, now hurry up, which shirt looks better” he rushed, holding both

shirts out in front of him with an impatient look.

You chose the shirt on the left, it was black with a blue vertical stripe on it. Biting back the sheer shock and hurt you felt in your chest and mustered up enough faux happiness, “now get out of here, and go get the girl” you said with a tight-lipped smile.

From there on out you tried your best to shove the feelings for Tim deep, deep, deep down into the deepest pit you possibly had in your body. You eventually also found yourself a boyfriend, you loved him deeply, and enjoyed his company. Cindy, Tim, you, and drake had double dates every week or so. Drake and Tim would talk about football while you and Cindy would groan about the upcoming physics test and how the homework was just absolutely destroying your social life.

Cindy and Tim broke up after junior year, they both wanted different things and felt neither of them wanted to take a chance at a long distance relationship. Tim would be heading into the military after graduation and Cindy was going to study abroad in Germany for a journalism degree. However, you and Drake were going decently strong, he had football scouts watching him at a couple of games and you were getting a full ride scholarship to an ivy league college.

That was until Drake cheated, the cliche of a football boyfriend cheating on his not so popular girlfriend had prophesied. You were completely and utterly distraught to say the least, Tim came over after you hadn't shown up at school that day and wouldn't pick up any of his calls. Your mom answered the door with a saddened look, “Hey sweetheart” you mom whispered “she’s not doing too well.”

Tim internally freaked out, considering any and all possibilities, the worst one being that you’re dying, obviously. Your mom must have seen the way his heart practically fell out of his jeans because she quickly explained what happened, “oh my, she didn't tell you?’ with a scoff she continued “Drake cheated on her, he was, i assume at a house party, and someone snapped a photo of him kissing another girl” her tone was sad, with a hint of anger, that someone had the audacity to hurt her little girl.

Tim nodded and stepped inside, taking off his shoes and walking upstairs to your bedroom. He pressed his ear against the door trying to get a sense of what he might be walking into, but heard nothing so with a light knock he entered your bedroom, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting to walk into but you sitting on the ground with a small blanket covering you and your knees tucked into your chest wasn't it.

“Oh, Y/n” he sighed and sat right beside you on the ground, you sniffled in acknowledgement and looked at Tim with red, wet eyes. 

“How can someone just do that?” you croaked.

“I don’t know, honey” Tim replied, wishing on every star that he could take your pain away and punch it into Drake’s skull.

You leaned into Tim’s chest, silently sobbing and asking questions you knew Tim wouldn’t be able to answer. Every time he would just hold you tighter and tighter, almost morphing your body into his until you cried yourself to sleep.

He stayed there for a generous amount of time before carrying you to your bed and tucking you in, and wishing you sweet dreams before leaving and going back into his own bed.

After a couple weeks of consoling you and getting you back into your groove he went and talked to Drake, confronting him in the school parking lot after football practice. He wanted nothing more than to beat his face in with a baseball bat but he figured you wouldn’t be very happy bailing him out of jail, so he opted for a stern scolding instead.

“What’s up, Drake?” Tim huffed out, walking over to Drake's car. “Oh, hey Tim” Drake said with a tone way to cheery for this situation, “Listen, what happened at the party was nothing but a drunken mistake, and besides, Y/n wasn’t giving anything up anyways” he explained “you know how us men are, we need intimacy” Drake ended with a small smile, assuming Tim would understand and bro hug him.

Tim however only became more heated, looking at Drake with red in his eyes, “so what you’re saying is, Y/n was just someone for you to get your rocks off with, and she wouldn’t give it to you so you decided to cheat on her?” Tim tried to put together Drake’s motives but couldn’t for the life of him understand the shallowness of that concept.

“Exactly, bro” Drake sighed in relief, thinking he got through to Tim, “you’re a real piece of shit, you know that Drake?” Tim growled. “Y/n did nothing but care and love you, and you drop the moment she doesn’t fuck you?” Drake’s face dropped, quickly realizing the predicament he was in. 

Tim walked up to him, nose inches away from Drake’s, “If I ever see you even breathe near her ever again, you will be on the floor faster than you can even registar what is happening, do you understand me?” Tim ended his sentence with a push and walked back to his car feeling somewhat better.

Tim sat in the driver's seat for a while, contemplating what to do next. He decided it would be nice to take you out to your favorite restaurant and go over college majors with you as you had been needing help figuring out what you should do for the field you were wanting to step into. 

As senior year came to an end Tim and you parted ways but always kept in touch, it was hard sometimes but the two of you did your best.

He would send you letters asking how college was, and you would send letters back asking if he was still a little twig or if he had finally built up muscle. Worry was always something you carried everytime a letter would be late or you wouldn’t hear from him for a while, but thankfully all was always okay.

When he got out he decided his next course of action would be to go into the police force, telling you it was the closest thing to the military a civilian could get and you supported him through the training academy. You had gotten your degree in forensics and now work in the lab as a blood spatter analyst, and he was a rookie.

You and Tim were absolutely stoked to be able to work in the same precinct, even opting for carpooling every now and then when you were too tired to drive. You also figured out way before Tim did how big of a crush Isabel had on him, she smiled so wide when he walked in and would constantly talk to him and invite him to get drinks after work. 

“You know she likes you right?” you teased, looking at Tim with a smirk as you ran tests in the lab. “Who? Isabel?” he asked obliviously, not quite catching onto what you caught onto months ago, “God Tim, yes!” you whisper-yelled “she makes googily eyes at you every time she’s looking at you.”

“You really think she likes me?”

“Oh my god, you are such a dude, of course she likes you!”

“Should I ask her on a date?”

“Yes Tim. Ask the poor girl on a date, she’s been waiting”

After you lit a fire under his ass, he quickly asked Isabel on a date and their relationship flourished from there. You on the other hand only had a couple of boyfriends off and on, none of them could make you very happy, and you would feel bad for leading them on. Never knowing why you weren't ever satisfied by good men.

One day Tim came up to you in the lab, very secretly and locked the door while looking at you. “Hey, i need womanly advice” Tim said, almost scared even the wind would pick up on his voice. 

“Alright, hit me” you smiled finishing up your email, “which ring do you think Isabel would like best?” your eyes flashed to the screen Tim was pulling up. The images showed two sets of princess cut diamond rings, one wearing a silver band while the other wore a gold band. Tim was smiling ear to ear waiting for you to react, you studied the rings hard before deciding Isabel would most likely prefer the silver band over the gold band.

“Thank you, Y/n” Tim looked at you before hugging you tightly, “I mean it, thank you” he finished by giving you a last squeeze before leaving. Your heart felt oddly heavy, holding emotion you weren't quite able to explain away, the world was dimmer.

Tim’s wedding came and went, you attended and gave a very long, tearful speech. Telling Tim how proud of him you were and how glad you were that he had found Isabel. It still stung, although you weren't entirely sure why, Tim’s heart has never been yours to hold and keep safe.

Then, Isabel started to delve into drugs, Tim would come to your house nearly in tears every other night thinking Isabel was cheating on him. You would comfort him, trying to reassure him that she wasn’t cheating on him and her job was just hard. She just needed extra support, you thought.

Your heart ached for Tim when the two of you found out Isable was using, you also hurt for Isabel, occupational hazard completely turned her life upside down. You did your best to be there for Tim and stayed up to date with any possible sightings of Isabel, but you never caught wind of her whereabouts.

Fortunately, one day when Tim was riding with his new rookie, Lucy Chen, he ran into Isabel, who was inside a convenience store. He came by your lab after it had happened. 

“She looked bad, Y/n��� Tim’s voice cracked, looking more sorrowful than he’s ever looked before. 

“I'm so sorry, Tim, that’s so awful” you hugged his slumped frame, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll find her again, I know it” you pulled away smiling at him lightly. 

He gave you a forced smile, telling you he would take you to lunch after your labs came back, you wished you could give him more but there was really nothing else you could do for him. 

After a couple of months and a really sloppy secret op, Isabel was finally able to get the help she needed and was willing to go into rehab. Tim was ecstatic to see her looking so much like her old self again, and he understood when she said she no longer wanted to be with him, that she felt she couldn’t move on with him still in her life.

Tim was just happy to see someone he loved for so long doing so good. 

He lived the single life for a while, getting back on his feet and his mental health back into a good position. 

Rachel was a short fling, but you were sure Tim loved her. 

You strongly disliked Ashley but that's neither here nor there.

Then he finally opened his eyes and saw you.

You were who he’s been waiting for his whole life, the one who saw him at his most vulnerable, while also seeing him at his most fulfilled. It took him too long to notice but he finally did, every long night chat that he always came to you for, all the times he needed to cry on someone's shoulder he would go to you. He was finally going to tell you that, and he hoped to the highest of powers you would feel the same.

After his shift he walked over to your lab, knowing you, you would be working later than you should be. He let out a nervous breath, and opened your lab door. 

“Y/n? You in here?” Tim’s voice echoed off the plain walls.

“Over here!” you called from the back of the room.

Heavy footsteps made their way towards your voice, they were fast paced, almost nervous. “Hey!” you exclaimed with a big smile stretching from ear to ear, you were sitting on the floor with files spread out around you, looking like your office had been paper bombed. 

“Hi, Y/n” there was a quiver to Tim’s voice, one that made your stomach drop, you didn’t know what Tim was about to tell you but whatever it was, it’s causing your anxiety to mix with his.

“Are you okay?” 

“Perfect.”

“Then why do you look like you’re about to throw up?” you laughed nervously.

“I'm in love with you” Tim finally spit out, swallowing his fear and looking into your now wide open eyes.

“What?” your mouth was agape as you asked, your heart nearly exploded with eagerness and relief. 

“I'm in love with you, and i want to take you on a date” Tim repeated, with more confidence this time. “Okay” you stated simply.

“Okay?” His voice was laced with a bit of confusion and happiness. 

“Tim, i’ve been in love with you since we were in middle school and instead of hitting me with a dodgeball you took a hit for yourself because you just couldn’t bring yourself to tag me out” You laughed out, getting up from your paper tornado you've made around your office.

Tim pulled you into him with one hasty movement, “I wish i’d noticed sooner” Tim had a slight frown adorning his face.

“Every dead end street, led you straight to me, You noticed when it was the right time” you said quietly, wanting this moment to last forever. 

“So, where are you taking me on our first date?”

[miawastaken]

PROMISE

TW: none.

Ship: Grayson x Lyra

Synopsis: Gray meets Lyra’s family for the first time.

Thx to @reyreadersblog for this idea! <3

【🎱 🎸 🪐】

“I still don’t understand why you won’t let me meet them!”

This argument had been on for about half-an-hour.

Grayson wanted to meet Lyra’s family. Let’s just say Lyra was less than fond of the idea.

Her father— well step-father wasn’t quite to fond of the idea of Lyra dating. Her mom was fine. Although she is a writer so you never know.

And then of course comes her brother. The five-year-old could barely manage himself in preschool much less meeting his older sisters boyfriend.

Christs sake did he even know what a boyfriend was?!

“I just don’t think you’ll like them.” Lyra restated for the billionth time.

“Of course I’ll like them! After all, they’re your family. Plus I’ll have to do it sometime or another!”

“But what if you hate them?!”

He smiled softly and cupped her face.

“I could never hate something you love.”

And so dinner with her parents was set for Friday evening.

【🎱 🎸 🪐】

Walking up to the front door of the house Lyra fiddled with her necklace.

“They’re here!!!” She could hear her mother screaming from inside.

“Dear Lord help me.” Lyra thought.

Grayson squeezed her hand.

Her step-father opened the door and smiled.

He hugged Lyra and then eyed Grayson up and down.

And to Lyra’s surprise he reached out his hand to shake Graysons.

“So you must be Grayson.”

“Yes, sir.” He replied.

It’s a rarity to see Grayson Hawthorne nervous. But dear God was it obvious that he was anxious now.

“Come in.” Her father beckoned.

They sat down on the sofa, Grayson sweating at this point.

“Ah, Lyra, Grayson!” A voice called.

“Hi mom!” Lyra replied, though it came out more strained than she’d wished.

“I’m just getting dinner done but make yourselves comfortable!”

Lyra’s dad sat down but stood up again when he got a phone call.

“Sorry I have to take this.” He apologised.

They both nodded and he walked off to take the call.

“Dear God that was bad!” Lyra said.

Graysons brows furrowed.

“We’ve barely spoken to them !” He defended.

“I know but—

She stopped speaking when she felt something fall at her feet.

A toy car.

“Colin!” She yelped the minute she saw her younger brother.

“Hiiiiiiii!” He drawled.

He looked curiously at Grayson.

“You have friends?” He pondered.

Lyra death glared him and Grayson stifled a laugh.

“That’s a nice looking suit, mister!” Colin complimented.

“Your minions t-shirt isn’t so bad either… mister.” Grayson smiled.

Colin flashed his teeth in a smile.

“Do you like cars?” Colin asked.

“I do.”

“What’s your favourite?”

Grayson was about to reply when Colin disappeared and then came back a second later with a piece of paper and a pencil.

“Now tell me!”

“Ferrari, id say.”

Colin wrote something down and then said:

“I like Mercedes.”

Before Grayson could say anything else Colin asked .

“Can you draw with me?”

Grayson looked mildly flustered and looked to Lyra.

When he got nothing out of her he said.

“I’d love to.”

5 minutes later they were both sat on the rug with crayons drawing their favourite cars.

Lyra was put in charge of judging said drawings.

“Do you want to be a motorist when you grow up?” Grayson asked in the kids direction.

“What’s that?” Colin shrugged.

“Someone who drives fast cars in a race.”

Colin shook his head.

“I like cars but I don’t think I’d be brave enough to race them.”

Grayson smiled at him.

“You’re plenty brave Colin.”

Colin flashed his teeth again, which made Grayson laugh.

“I do want to be a detective though, that’s why I was writing earlier.” Colin said, going back to colouring the car.

“Whys that?”

Colin smiled again.

“Because I like helping people.” He shrugged.

Lyra could swear she saw Gray melt into a puddle in front of her.

“Sorry about that!” A voice came.

Lyra’s dad was back.

“Oh and I see you’ve met Colin!”

The two boys exchanged a glance.

“Lyra has nice friends!” Colin said cheerfully.

Just then Lyra’s mother came out of the kitchen carrying a dish of food.

“Come on, help yourselves.”

【🎱 🎸 🪐】

The rest of the evening went great.

Lyra’s parents were eternally fascinated with Grayson and his many hobby’s.

Even more so when they figured out he went to Harvard.

Grayson had all the approval he needed.

The only real approval that mattered to him though, was that of the 5-year-old boy who was trying to shove spaghetti into his mouth.

When it was time to leave Colin tugged on Graysons pants.

“Can you stay friends with my sister forever? I really think you’re nice.”

Grayson and Lyra exchanged a look.

Gray nodded.

“Promise?” The little boy asked, extending his pinky.

Grayson got down to his level and put out his pinky.

“Promise.”

【🎱 🎸 🪐】

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[asterifish]

Love You... // Lee know x male reader

Synopsis: m/n is in love. Hopelessly in love. When he first saw Minho, he was head over heels. M/n couldn't stop thinking about this mysterious dance major, and when they met, they felt as if their lives were complete.

Type: One-Shot

Genre(s): 🍂,❣️(see pinned post for key)

Extra Notes: reminder that 🪐 stands for m/n, and happy reading!!! There's gonna be 1 more fic after this released today :)

Story under the cut!!

"Chan Chan!! Chan wake up!!!"

🪐 was practically jumping on his hyung's bed, a big smile on his face. Jumping up almost immediately, the older male rubbed his eyes "🪐, its so early... Whats wrong?" Chan stifled a yawn as he looked at the younger, confused and worried.

"Channie, I passed the cutest boy when I was on the way to your dorm, I swear to god! He was like... glowing!! Is that even possible? I mean I..." 🪐 started rambling as he tried to describe the male, but his voice cut off as Chan laughed.

Patting 🪐's head, Chan smiled. "You are so in love already, aren't you?" 🪐 dramatically sighed and shook his head, "Are you even listening to me?! I'm describing GOD here!!"

"Okay okay 🪐, how about you actually describe him, yeah?" Chan sighed and slipped out of his bed.

🪐 followed Chan closely, rambling about the mysterious boy again. "So... You know how I have to pass the dance studio to get to your dorm, right? Okay so I was walking and I decided to look into the studio to see if Seungmin was there, but he wasn't. Not the point...."

Chan hummed softly as he listened to 🪐, finding the whole situation funny so far.

"BUT!! as I was turning to leave, I swear to god!! I almost bumped into him OOOHHHHH I was so embarrassed.... Anyway this guy had brown hair, and omg his eyes were so pretty!!! I watched him walk in and I stared for like.. ever it felt like." 🪐 continued, now bouncing on his heels excitedly.

"You swear you've never seen him before this?" Chan was thinking to himself, trying to figure out who the guy could be. 🪐 nodded, "Never seen him anywhere before!"

"Did he have brown eyes?" Chan suddenly asked, his eyes sparking with mischief. 🪐 squinted his eyes, face twisting into a frown "Channie.... are you saying you know him?"

"Maybe, maybe not..." Chan smiled and shook his head. "You'll see 🪐, you'll see."

WHAT????" 🪐 screeched. "WHATS HIS NAME?? PLEASE TELL ME PLEASE PLEASE I GOTTA KNOW" 🪐 was now shaking the older male, wanting an answer immediately.

"All I can tell you is that his name is Minho, alright? You'll see later on." Chan smiled and led 🪐 to the couch.

. . .

"Hey Seungmin? You here?" Minho opened the door to the dance studio carefully, looking around. He had promised the boy that he would help him with the more difficult parts of the dance they were doing for a project, but Seungmin wasn't there.

Slowly starting to warm up, Minho couldn't help but notice that there was a boy standing at the window of the studio, seemingly watching him. Minho didnt really mind at first, since a lot of people liked to peek into the studio every now and then.

As he kept stretching, he noticed that the male never went away. When Seungmin finally came out of the back, Minho turned to him. "Hey Seung? Do you know that guy?" By the time Seungmin looked over, the male was gone.

"What did he look like?" Seungmin asked, tilting his head. As the two walked to the center of the dance studio, Minho described the male he'd seen. "Oh! That was 🪐-hyung! He was probably looking for me." Seungmin smiled and shook his head.

"🪐?" Minho thought out loud. "Yeah! He's really close to Chan so the others and I hang out with him a lot, we should..." Seungmin's voice trailed off as his phone buzzed. "Oh hold on hyung, let me take this."

Minho nodded and then continued warming up, he didnt get very far before he started thinking about the male again. "🪐, huh? I wonder why i haven't seen him before..."

. . .

🪐 was excited for the next day, he was practicslly skipping through the halls on his way in between classes. "Yo, 🪐!! Whats up with you lately?" Chan grabbed 🪐's arm and turned him around. "You've been acting really weird..."

🪐 didn't answer, he just giggled to himself and wiggled excitedly. Chan sighed and shook 🪐 lightly. "Come on, I want to introduce you to someone."

🪐 whined but reluctantly followed behind the older male.

. . .

"Seungmin, where are you taking me?" Minho frowned as the younger male dragged him throughout the campus grounds. He had no idea where they were going, and sighed again.

. . .

It had been a few days since 🪐 had first brought up Minho and Chan and Seungmin had made a plan for for the two to meet. So, the two dragged their friends to the designated meeting spot. When they got there, Seungmin told Minho that he'd be right back and then disappeared. Chan had told 🪐 that Seungmin was meeting him, and had left suddenly as well.

. . .

🪐 had gotten to the park earlier than he'd expected to. He didnt know why Chan would just leave suddenly, but it did give him time to think. 🪐 had been sitting on a bench for a few minuted before 🪐 felt someone standing over him. 🪐 looked up with a confused expression.

"Can I help y...." 🪐's voice trailed off when he noticed that the person was Minho.

. . .

When Minho reached the park, the first thing he did was look around for his friends. He knew that they liked to play pranks on him, so he was on high alert. But instead if seeing his friends, he spotted a familiar face. 'Is that 🪐? Whats he doing here?'

Walking over to the other male, Minho smiled softly when he realized that it really was 🪐. He stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before 🪐 noticed, looking up with a confused expression.

. . .

"Hey, you're 🪐, right?" Minho started, shuffling his feet a bit. 🪐 nodded and smiled, "you're Minho!" Laughing quietly at 🪐's boldness, Minho nodded. Sitting down next to the other male, Minho sighed.

"So.. I guess this was their plan, huh?" Minho said after a while. 🪐 looked over, seeming to think about it. Nodding slowly, 🪐 agreed.

"I..."

"Would you like to..."

The two laughed as they talked over each other, but Minho couldn't help but stare. 🪐 was so much prettier up close. He didn't even realize how close he was until he'd kissed 🪐.

. . .

"SO YOU KISSED HIM???" A voice screeched, causing Minho to jump. It was now a few days later, and he was telling the story to Felix.

"I mean... yeah? It was an accident but I think n/n enjoyed it." Minho shrugged his shoulders and sighed. Just as Felix was about to say something else, there was a knock at the door.

"Can someone answer that? It's just 🪐!!" Seungmin called. Felix wiggled his eyebrows at Minho and pushed him towards the door. Groaning, Minho opened the door, leaning on it.

And there 🪐 was, in all his glory, a bright smile on his face.

"Hi Minho! Is Seungmin there?" 🪐 asked, his head tilted slightly. Looking at the male in front of him, Minho shook his head with a smile. "You're such a Golden Retriever n/n. Come on, he's probably in his room."

A few hours later, 🪐 and Minho were snuggling on the couch. They had been watching a movie, so both were quiet. When Minho looked down at the male in his lap, he smiled. "Sleeping.... God I've really fallen for you Hwang 🪐."

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