#1 Hour 47 Minutes

[thedailyvio]

Day 209 - 211

Attack for CapnPerri on ArtFight

WIP Below:

[kirumarythechair]

fun fact about me I went to the beach today at night like at 6-8 pm and all I did was sit there in the freezing cold water for 1 hour and 30 minutes while talking to myself about how everything that I saw was a Hawaii part Ii reference this is not a joke this is not hyperbole this is not in any way a tumble fake story or an extreme exaggeration I actually spent exactly 1 hour and 30 minutes talking to myself in ice cold water saying that literally everything was a Hawaii part i reference while shivering and constantly getting hit by the ridiculously strong waves I’m still shivering 2 hours later I actually wish I was joking

[kutiekirby]

TW: BLOOD

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢 𝚘 𝚞. :)

[little-eye-guy]

GAMING

[phantomrose96]

Oh how nice. Quinton Reviews released a new video. And this one is only 1 hour 14 minutes long. 🙂

Just 1 hour

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[4theitgirls]

more mat workouts for when you don’t feel like standing

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[gggno]

she waits for the door to close before exhaling. lighter lorenz has a trustworthy aura, and his actions proves to be reliable as of now, but not even the kindest souls are privy to the truth of her work.

once again, she goes through her toolkit and lays out the rest of her equipment to dry. the blades would need closer checking once she gets back to her base, while the various keycards of unknown purposes would require examination from experts back at pubsec.

digging through the closet, she finds a bathrobe and some slippers, both sealed to ensure hygiene, and heads towards the shower immediately. with each piece of clothing peeled off, she shreds the same amount of stress. she takes a moment in front of the mirror to survey her condition and any potentially concerning damage.

the shower is short, just enough to wash off the salt and grime, but not long enough to risk lighter returning before she has put away her weapons and gadgets.

" welcome back, " she answers the door with nothing but the bathrobe on, though considerable enough to keep her skin covered up to the neck this time. " i was starting to get worried. did you get lost in the universe of cup noodles? "

just as the words are spoken, she picks up an aroma that tells her exactly what caused his detour.

" waterfall soup? " she blinks in awe. a beat later, she reaches for his arm and tugs him in. she takes the dish boxes from him and places them on the small desk, then pulling an ottoman over to make for the second seat in this cosy single suite.

" take a seat, okay? i'll get changed right away. "

His focus within the establishment holds a quiet brand of diligence. A chance to survey the hotel, and for his composure to play off that air of mystery as the Red Scarf adorned on his figure speaks for itself to many. Sensing those surprised gazes feel no different a round upon a much rowdier stage. At the very least, Jane's finesse in ensuring this order was quick and easy helped things play out quickly.

A mild adjustment of those shades was made at hearing that technically correct role. "Nice to meet you."

Any aspect of nervousness was moot from his tone. After all, a life like his was social in all its softer tints and harsh realities.

...

Still. That certainly didn't prepare him for those quips drawn with a particular smugness. A disbelieving smile grows as he shakes his head. "Worryin' too much. My 'snoring' will be the least of anyone's issues here." It was a clear deflection from that true meaning tucked in those words. Which found itself a fair thing to imagine all in all.

A soft sigh whips free as steam from his lips as they find the appointed room. The whole time, even from behind those aviators he stole curious glances at Jane. 'A long day would have anyone tapered off on energy. From the looks, this lookin' good so far for her, never knew some of the Vanquishers liked this spot too.'

What she draws as a new topic in a more genuine request is what gives him pause. The answer finds itself solidified long before she finished speaking entirely.

In his mind, its the idea that Jane finds herself a lot more of a solitary soul than he realized. Part of him pondered if her support system would be active, yet, here she is needing to down a touch of pride to request this from a new acquaintance.

"Lucky for you, time happens to be quite a friend today. Hang on tight for me."

Given the discomfort those soggier clothes had to be giving her, this newly appointed Chaffeur would find himself making a swift exit. The room's number was remembered and in truth, that's all he needed to know while stepping back to the citylike grandeur of Lumina Square.

A few options spun in his mind on what to do. 141 would be the quickest in and out visit, so that can be saved for second as a quick dive towards a nearby mall was made. While he wasn't sure on her exact size, some quick enough mental mapping was made on what could work for her delicates. A sports ball, the safer option of a semi-baggy hoodie and some shorts were all swept up as a purchase he soon made.

Secured and now in his hands, the following trip to 141 found itself an easy in and out. A few juice bottles would be a bonus.

What lingered as the final option was finally cemented at the mere idea of her just cup ramen. While keeping some quick and easy on hand is always good (hell he's a fan of some himself), what kind of meal would this be to truly warm her up? "Not tonight. Needs to make sure her strength is kept up." Those vigil words solidified his inner resolve as Chop.Jr from Waterfall Soup would find a bit more nightly business. Two medium sized chicken ramen bowls ordered, softer on the spices and packaged to go would be the order.

It'd be closer to an hour before Jane would find her company returning. With multiple bags balanced upon one arm, the handles of the main dish boxes were secured in another hand. A proper knock was made at the door.

"Orders are all here."

[jazpers-vampyr-kronikkerz]

fine i’ll do it

art i drew’d

i drawed it

[my-castles-crumbling]

fire - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 1367 (whoops)

There were few things Regulus Black valued more than sleep. Perhaps reading. Or music. Or a nice dark roast coffee. But either way, sleep was of the utmost importance. He was even more prickly than normal without at least eight hours of it, and miserable as well, so he always prioritized getting his rest.

Which is why he was ready to kill everyone in his path when the fire alarm was pulled at 2:47 am on a Tuesday night in his university dorm, and he was forced to evacuate into the parking lot.

Not only was the whole thing infuriating, but to make matters worse, it was also freezing outside. The September air was chilling him to his bones, and he could feel his body screaming for shut-eye. It was his definition of hell.

As he stood shivering, a tall, dark-haired, tan-skinned, hazel-eyed boy walked up to him and offered him his coat with the most obnoxiously beautiful grin he’d ever seen.

Too cold to play stupid games, he just hissed, “Fuck off,” and turned away.

As soon as they were all allowed back inside, Regulus curled under his blanket and fell asleep, keen to put the whole miserable experience behind him.

-

No such luck.

It took one week before the alarm went off again. This time at 1:19am on a Thursday, he found himself trudging down the stairs and into the cold, cursing himself for once again being too sleepy to remember a coat.

So furious that he was about to scream, he didn’t see the same boy walk up to him right away, until he felt a tap on his shoulder. 

“I brought you an extra,” the boy grinned, making Regulus’s frozen knees melt as he offered him the jacket.

“Do you make a habit of giving your clothing to strangers?” he bit out, giving in and grabbing the offending garment, immediately throwing it over his shoulders. He figured if he was going to be harassed, he might as well be warm while it happened.

“Only the pretty ones,” the boy said with a wink, walking off and leaving Regulus both pissed off and flustered.

-

The third time happened only three days after the second, and Regulus bit back a scream when the alarm roused him from his slumber. At this point, it felt like a pattern, and he was at least smart enough to grab the oversized, frayed, horrifyingly maroon, disgustingly warm jacket he’d thrown over his desk chair three days ago.

He was only outside for a few minutes before the boy walked up to him again, looking completely comfortable in the frigid night.

“So, do I get to know your name?” he asked, sending Regulus the same stunning smile.

Frowning, at both his current whereabouts and the way his stomach flip-flopped, Regulus scoffed. “I don’t know yours.”

“James,” he answered easily, kicking at a random rock on the pavement. “Now, I’ve given you two things. It makes sense that you should give me one, yeah? Only fair.” And he batted his long eyelashes, making Regulus nearly choke on his spit.

He pretended to ponder for a moment, getting ahold of himself, before rolling his eyes. “No,” he said shortly. And he walked off.

-

“What about your major, then?”

Ten days. It took ten days before the alarm was pulled again, and the school had started sending out cryptic notices threatening consequences for the party responsible. But still, Regulus was here, in the parking lot in the middle of the night, sending a death glare at James.

“Why does it matter?” he asked with a huff.

“Because people tend to care about their majors,” the taller boy shrugged. “And I want to know what you care about. Mine’s education, by the way.”

Education. It fit, strangely. James’s sunshiny disposition warmed the surrounding air even during the cold night, and his smile seemed like the type of thing that would put kids at-ease.

Regulus sighed, giving in. “English. With a minor in creative writing,” he mumbled, looking down.

“Hmm. That suits you,” James replied vaguely, smiling. What the hell was that supposed to mean? “And your name?”

He thought about it for a moment, but at this point, it almost felt like he would be giving in to some sort of weird, unspoken battle if he shared his name. And he had to admit, talking with James passed the time during these stupid evacuations. “No,” he answered, sending the boy a smirk, heart skipping a beat at his own nerve, and turning to find someone else to speak with.

-

It became a game. Every time the alarm was pulled, James found him. He asked him questions, and Regulus answered every one, shocked at the way James listened. It was actually nice to talk to someone who seemed genuinely interested. He hadn’t made a lot of friends on campus, yet, and James felt…safe. But every time James asked his name, he refused, grinning as much as James did, before sauntering away.

-

One cold night in November, though, he couldn’t sleep. Stress about classes had his mind going wild, and anxious energy flooded his body. So, he decided to take a walk through the dorm, to clear his head. He drifted through the floors and halls, no destination in mind, when he happened across one of the more-quiet areas of the building. This area happened to have a fire alarm in a dark corner of the hall, almost hidden in shadows. It was as he turned a corner to this spot that Regulus saw a hooded figure slowly approach the alarm, arm outstretched, intentions clear. 

Eyes wide, Regulus watched as the figure pulled the latch and began to run, turning and smacking right into Regulus.

“Ouch!” He cried out, nearly falling over.

“Fuck!” The person yelled, losing their balance as well.

And then the hood fell. And Regulus would have recognized those hazel eyes and that beautiful hair anywhere.

“James!?!”

The other boy looked terrified, mouth open, his body frozen in place. He uttered a few syllables as if he was trying to form words, but no sound came out. Scoffing, Regulus grabbed his hand and led him down some nearby stairs and out the emergency exit, alarm still blaring overhead.

When they got into the quiet, freezing air, he turned to the taller boy. “It was you?” he hissed, resisting the urge to slap him across the shoulder. The amount of sleep he’d lost in the past two months was abhorrent. “Why?”

James grimaced. “Well…the first two times, it wasn’t! But, y’know, the first time you didn’t have a coat…”

“I remember,” Regulus frowned, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah. And…I couldn’t stop thinking about you. So the second time, I just…grabbed my old one. And when you took it and you looked so…” James gestured to Regulus, eyes wide, cheeks pink. Regulus blinked, trying to understand. Was James saying he looked good in his jacket? “…I couldn’t stop thinking about you, so I just…”

Regulus gaped. “You’ve been pulling the fire alarm to see me?”

“It was only supposed to be a one-time thing! Just to get your name!” James defended himself, looking almost scared. “I didn’t know how to find you, and I just….you have to understand, you’re fucking stunning, you know?”

Blushing furiously, Regulus sputtered, “That’s…well, that’s not…”

“But then you wouldn’t tell me your name! So I had to keep pulling it, you know?” James explained, a desperate look on his face. Like it obviously made sense why he’d been breaking the law for two months. “...Just until I found out.”

He blinked several times before biting his lip. Nobody had ever gone to such lengths to get to know him before. It was stupid, and risky, and idiotic, and so damn romantic.

“My name is Regulus,” he sighed, wondering if he’d regret this. “I live in room 743. And if you ever pull that damn alarm again, and wake me up, I will never speak to you again. Understood?”

James grinned sheepishly. “Yeah. Your name is as beautiful as you are, by the way.”

Regulus could only sigh. What had he gotten himself into?

I also posted this here if you want to go give it some love!

[thedailyvio]

Day 195 - 197

Attack for Riyara on ArtFight

WIP Below:

[sapphic-kpop-fics]

can you do a car sex with jihyo?

Backseat (Park Jihyo x Reader)

Smut

2 am hook up with your fwb jihyo. That’s it.

It was late, the red 1:47 AM glaring at you from your bedside table as you look over. You had tried to sleep, for hours but you simply could not stop thinking.

The main thing occupying your thoughts is your friend, more so fuck buddy, Jihyo. You couldn’t stop thinking about her, and her tan skin, or her lips, and god her fingers.

Now you’re in bed sexually frustrated and you couldn’t sleep because you’re so horny. You had just seen her the other day, a similar situation to now though it was earlier in the day.

Finally you have enough and reach for your phone and immediately finding her contact to send a text.

You

Are you awake?

A few minutes pass with no answer.

You

I know it’s late

Actually never mind

Sorry

A few minutes in between each message, embarrassment seeps in especially thinking about potentially waking the woman just to tell her she needed her to come fuck you.

Jihyo ❤️‍🔥

It’s okay I was already awake

What’s wrong?

Jihyo knew why you texted, I mean it’s almost 2 am why else would the person she regularly hooks up with text her at this time but she wanted you to say it.

You

I need you

Jihyo ❤️‍🔥

Be there in 10.

You don’t even bother getting dressed out of your sweatpants and sleep shirt, grabbing your key and slipping on some shoes by your door as you make your way to the front of your house.

Jihyo refused to hook up with you in either of your own homes, either a club bathroom or a hotel usually, according to her it was crossing a line between friends and girlfriends to have sex in your personal bed, whatever that means. So you wait outside your door, a bit pathetically, for her to arrive and she does almost exactly ten minutes after her text.

You hurriedly walk to her car and get into the passenger seat, not looking at her face yet to avoid her immediately intense stare that makes your cheeks flush. But once you do look you’re captivated, her hair is down and wavy, messily resting on her shoulders. Wearing a cropped white tank top and sweatpants, showing off her abs (which you can’t stop staring at)

Her left hand is still on the steering wheel while her other arm’s elbow rests on the center console, chin in her hand as she looks at you.

“Soo…” She pauses a smirk threatening to form, “What’d you need me for?”

You roll your eyes at her before you respond.

“You know what.”

Now boldly wearing the smirk she thinks for a second, looking around and then to her backseat.

“Well.” She nods her head to the back.

“Wh- in here? We’re in the middle of my street.”

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“What if my neighbors see?”

“My windows are tinted.” She answers quickly, obviously eager to fuck you in her backseat.

She looking at you like you’re her next meal and, well you might be. Taking her hand from under her chin to brush the hair out of your face.

“Come on baby, you want me to fuck you right?”

You stare at her for a second, cheeks heating up at her words. You open the car door and get out, for a second Jihyo is worried she scared you off and you’re about to walk back inside until you open the back door and enter giving her a look making the older girl unbuckle and get out the front seat. First stopping to make her front seat go all the way up and then getting in the back.

A hand grips your neck to pull you into a kiss, it’s hungry, almost as if Jihyo wanted it just as much as you. Her lips wander over your jaw and neck to leave dark bruises, staking her claim even if she insists you’re just friends.

Jihyo finds her place on her knees in the floorboard when you part as she had extra space now, pulling your hand so you get the hint to sit in the seat in front of her. She’s slipping your sweatpants off in no time taking your underwear with them and placing your legs on her shoulders.

“Oh, you’re soaked baby.” A teasing voice, “is that why you couldn’t sleep?” Her pointer rubbing over your center in circles, “What got you so frustrated, hm?”

“I-fuck.” Her finger quickens the circles, “was- mm, thinking about- y-you.” It takes more time than it should for you to get the words out, Jihyo smiling up at you while mockingly nodding her head.

“Oh yeah? What were you thinking pretty girl?”

“Y-your-“ You’re cut off by a finger entering you, your words getting replaced by a gasp following by moans.

“Come on use your words.”

“Mouth. Want your mouth.” Your speech caveman like as you’re filled with need for the older girl.

Now she makes herself busy kissing your thighs, they’re messy and her teeth bite down on your skin no doubt leaving bruises but she soothes over them with her tongue. Her mouth came close to your center and you subconsciously spread your legs wider for her.

“Want me to taste you baby?”

You had never been more attracted to her, blown pupils staring up at you as she’s on her knees about to eat you out, her own saliva coating her mouth and chin from the messy kisses she left.

“Please.”

Her tongue is immediately on you, leaving no room to tease you and going straight into devouring you. Three fingers enter you without warning causing you to tangle your hand in her hair, the other gripping the back of her leather seat.

“Jihyo. Fuck.”

Your nails dig into her scalp as you pull her hair slightly causing a groan, the vibrations stimulating you even more. Her left hand grips your thigh, red marks underneath her fingers and indents from her nails.

“I missed tasting you.” Her cheek rest on your thigh as she parts to catch her breath, still moving her fingers. She had seen you less than 48 hours ago, eating you out in a random room at a friend’s house during a get together that involved way too much wine, “Want my pretty girl to cum all over my tongue.”

With that she reconnects her mouth to your core, moaning instantly at the taste.

“‘M so close Hyo.” You manage to whimper out.

“I’ve barely even touched you baby.”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes, and your hips at her teasing.

“Is that really how you should talk to the woman giving you an orgasm?” A playful grin on her face.

You roll your eyes again and just as you’re about to speak her fingers curl just right, and her lips suck on your clit.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop.”

Her fingers speed up as does her tongue.

“Cum for me baby”

As soon as you do she removes her fingers so she can taste you fully, collecting all of the wetness on her tongue as you ride your high, hand on her head to keep her mouth against you as you basically ride her face.

When you finally settle, closing your eyes while catching your breath. Finally opening your eyes you see Jihyo looking back up to you with a cocky smile on her face.

“Good?” A teasing lilt to her voice, she knows how good it was.

You don’t answer besides pushing her head away so you can move to the other side of the backseat to put your underwear and pants back on.

Jihyo loved to tease you, your reactions were amusing to her. Whether when fucking you or in normal conversations.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see Jihyo wiping her mouth and then looking at you, with a smile that you don’t want to unpack, it was different than usual. But it doesn’t last long before she back at smirking and teasing you.

“See you in a couple days?”

“No.” You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that takes over, no truth to what you say. You open the door and get out but Jihyo keeps it open as you walk away.

“Come on.” She drags out.

“Go home Jihyo.”

She does go home, however you do in fact call her again in a couple days to come over again. Her backseat becoming all too familiar over time.

[glxzsyy-r0xie]

Heyyy idk if you’ve done this before or not but if you could write something about sevika making the reader ride her abs and/or her happy trail thanks!!

A/N: Yippie my first ask <33 anyways i did this at 4 in the morning so i hope you enjoy!

Sevika x fem!reader

summary: due to Sevika's work you were left needy. Dragging her home in the middle of her gambling to ride her abs

MEN DNI

Warnings: dry humping(bring it back), riding abs, Sassy reader (in the beginning), weight/height not mentioned, size kink(if you look hard enough), age not mentioned but your over 18, hickeys, kissing, soft Sev at the end.

word count: 6.3k

time: 1 hour, 47 minutes

Sevika sat calmly, her arm wrapped around your waist and her hand resting on your thigh as she studied her cards with intense focus. Her poker face remained impeccable, even with you perched so comfortably on her lap. A cigarillo rested between her teeth, which she rolled around with her tongue as she considered her next move. After a moment, she placed a set of cards on the table, causing the men she was playing against to groan in frustration. A smug smirk spread across her face as they all slammed their cards down, defeated—she had won.

Because of Sevika’s work, she hasn’t been home much, and it’s starting to make you feel impatient. The lack of time spent together has you growing more needy, longing for her presence.

When she finally wins, you smile softly, a sense of pride and warmth filling you as you watch her.

Sevika smirked, feeling the way you leaned into her side. She loved having you close like this, even if she rarely ever said so. After pocketing her winnings, she carefully set down her cards and turned to face you. Her arm was still wrapped tightly around your waist and she gently pulled you closer, her hand running up your body in a possessive manner. Sevika’s touch was always possessive, as if she was marking her possession for all to see and know. Once you were close enough to her she smirked lazily up at you. 

“You’ve been restless all day, princess.”

You nod your head slowly, a hint of frustration in your voice. “Can’t help it, you’ve just been so busy,” you murmur, pouting as you look up at her, your bottom lip sticking out slightly in a way that’s both endearing and vulnerable. The need for her attention, her touch, lingers in the air between you.

Sevika watched the way your lip stuck out. It was damn adorable, and it took all her self-control not to immediately claim your mouth. 

She smirked lazily, taking a slow drag of her cigarette. Her hand squeezed your waist gently, her eyes trailing over your face. 

Sevika loved seeing you needy. It seemed to stir up a primal possessiveness inside of her, a need to pin you down and take you, letting you know you belonged to her.

You bite your lip, heat rising to your cheeks under Sevika’s intense gaze. The way her fingers tightened on your waist sent a shiver down your spine, anticipation coiling in your stomach

”Sevika…” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper

Oh, she loved it when you said her name like that. It was needy and soft, a sound that drove Sevika crazy. The possessive hold she had on your waist just got stronger, pulling you just a little closer against her. She turned to face you in her lap better, taking the cigarette from between her lips. 

A lazy smirk appeared on her lips as she took a long drag off it, slowly exhaling the smoke out of her mouth. She always looked good when smoking, but there was something about seeing your small body sitting on her lap that made the image even more striking.

“Can we go home?” you ask softly, your fingers gently gripping her upper arm, feeling the firm muscles beneath your touch.

A soft grumble escaped her as she felt you touch her arm, the muscles underneath. Your smaller hand was just barely able to wrap around her bicep, but god did Sevika love when you did it.

She let out a sigh, knowing damn well that she was in no position to keep playing cards. Not with you practically whining in her lap. Damn did Sevika hate leaving a card game unfinished, but she also hated denying you anything.

She nodded her head slightly, her arm releasing your waist slowly. 

“Yeah, we can go home, princess.”

You smile softly, a warm, contented expression on your face as you carefully slide off her lap, the movement fluid and gentle. You linger for a moment, feeling the weight of her gaze on you, before fully standing, a small spark of playfulness in your eyes.

Sevika let you go, a soft grumble escaping her at the loss of your body heat. Her eyes darkened as you moved, her grip letting you go. That possessiveness flared in her, and she bit her lip to keep from pulling you back. Once she thought she had herself under control, she finally spoke. 

She stood up, grabbing her jacket and throwing it on over her tank top, hiding those pretty muscles you loved to touch. Her eyes still hadn’t left you. 

Sevika grunted, cocking her head towards the door. 

”C’mon then, princess.”

You reach for her hand, your fingers brushing against hers before you gently intertwine them, feeling the warmth of her touch. As you start walking toward the door, you can feel the subtle pressure of her hand in yours, grounding you as you guide the way. The familiar comfort of her touch sends a sense of calm through you, even as you move forward together.

Sevika let you pull her forward, unable to resist. Once you grabbed her hand, that possessive desire flared further, a low grumble escaping her. 

She intertwined her fingers with yours and followed along behind you. Her eyes glued to your backside as you walked. 

When you pushed open the door, she followed you outside, tugging on your hand to pull you back against her.

Once you were close enough she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against her with a satisfied hum.

You let out a soft gasp as your back pressed against Sevika’s solid frame, her warmth seeping into you. Her grip was firm, unyielding, as if she had no intention of letting you go anytime soon

You swallowed hard, your fingers still laced with hers, feeling the strength in her hold

Sevika smirked as you gasped and pressed back against her. She loved the way you fit against her perfectly, that deliciously soft body contrasting perfectly against her muscular one. If she had her way, she'd never let you go. 

As you both walked, she remained like that. Pulling you flush against her, feeling your body against the hard muscle of hers. Her mouth hovered by your ear, just far enough that you could feel her warm breath on your neck. 

Sevika grumbled, her fingers gently squeezing your hand. 

"You're driving me crazy, princess."

A shiver ran down your spine at the roughness in her voice, the way it dripped with barely restrained desire. You tilted your head slightly, just enough to brush against her lips, teasing her with your closeness

“Am I?” you murmured, a small smirk playing on your lips. You squeezed her hand back, your fingers tightening around hers as you leaned into her warmth

Your question and the way you tilted your head made her breath hitch. The way you brushed your neck against her mouth. The hint of a smirk on your lips as you squeezed her hand, your body molding against hers.

Oh, you knew exactly what you were doing to her, and Sevika loved every moment of it. It made her heart thump in her chest, made her crave you even more. 

Her eyes darkened further as she felt you tease her like that. Sevika growled slowly, her mouth going to your neck. Soft kisses, gentle bites. 

"Yes, you are."

you ended up getting home faster than normally. Maybe it was the need coursing through your body or maybe it’s because you weren’t paying attention. Only ever paying attention to Sevika

The walk home was torturous. All she could think about was getting you home and pinned underneath her. 

The way you paid absolutely no attention to anything but her made Sevika feel like she was going insane. Knowing you were always watching her, only focused on her and no one else, had a certain possessive flare up in her chest. God, she was going to wreck you once she got you home. 

When the door finally shut behind you, she grabbed you by the wrist and pushed you against the door, towering over your smaller frame.

A gasp escaped your lips as your back hit the door, Sevika’s towering presence caging you in. Her grip on your wrist was firm but not painful—just enough to remind you who was in control

Her eyes darkened as she loomed over you. The way you gasped and hit the door made those possessive instincts flare further. You looked so damn small against her. Trapped. Nowhere to go, nothing you could do except accept whatever she wanted to give you. 

Her hips pinned you against the door, her free hand reaching up to grab your chin, forcing you to look up at her. 

God goddamn, she wanted you so, so bad.

Your breath hitched as Sevika’s fingers gripped your chin, tilting your head up until all you could see was her. The intensity in her gaze sent a thrill down your spine, heat pooling low in your stomach

You swallowed, your hands instinctively reaching for her, grasping at the fabric of her shirt as if grounding yourself

Sevika leaned down, bringing her face just inches from yours. The way you reached out to her, your fingers gripping the fabric of her shirt, sent a feral hunger flaring in her chest. She loved the way you desperately grabbed onto her, as if you were afraid of falling. The needy, wanting look in your eyes made Sevika almost groan. 

She took a deep inhale of air, her eyes roaming over your face and down to those pouty lips. 

"Goddamn, princess. What you do to me.."

Your breath was unsteady, heart hammering against your ribs as Sevika’s words sent a fresh wave of heat through you. The way her eyes lingered on your lips, the roughness in her voice—it made your knees feel weak

You swallowed hard, fingers tightening in her shirt as you pressed closer, needing more of her, needing her to close the agonizing distance between you. “Then do something about it,” you murmured, voice laced with challenge and want

The way you challenged her, the soft, needy tone in your voice as you spoke, it sent a jolt straight down to Sevika’s core. 

She groaned lowly, her hand on your chin tightening its grip as her free hand grabbed your hip, pinning you against her harder. 

She leaned in further, her face just a breath away from touching yours. Her warm breath washed over your neck with every exhale, sending a shiver down your spine. 

"Watch your mouth, princess. I'll have you begging in no time."

A shudder ran through you at her words, your fingers twitching against her chest as you fought to keep your composure. But it was useless—Sevika had you exactly where she wanted you, pinned and pliant beneath her hold.

You swallowed, tilting your head just enough to brush your lips against hers, barely touching, just enough to tease. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” you whispered, voice dripping with lust

Oh, you goddamn minx, Sevika thought to herself. The way you challenged her, the sly look in your eye. It awoke something feral in her. It made her want to put you in your place. 

As soon as you brushed your lips against hers, a low, guttural growl escaped Sevika’s throat. She pinned your hips harder against the wall, her hand leaving your chin to grab the back of your neck. Her thumb dug into the skin on your neck, pulling a strangled whimper from your lips. 

"You're testing my patience, princess."

A sharp gasp left your lips as Sevika’s grip tightened, her dominance washing over you like a tidal wave. The heat in her eyes sent another shiver down your spine, your body instinctively pressing closer despite the warning laced in her words

Your hands slid up her chest, gripping at her vest for balance as your breath hitched. “Maybe I like testing you,” you whispered, your voice shaky yet defiant, daring her to do something about it

The way you spoke to her, the defiant tone that dripped with desire. It drove Sevika insane. She wanted to show you exactly what happens when you test her. 

She growled slowly as she tightened her hand on your neck even more, a warning of what she was willing to do if you didn’t back down. 

"You really should be careful, princess. You're playing a dangerous game with a very possessive woman who is far less gentle than she looks."

A shaky breath left your lips, your pulse fluttering beneath Sevika’s grip. The weight of her words, the sheer dominance in her tone, sent a thrill coursing through you—but you weren’t about to back down now

Your fingers curled tighter in her vest as you met her gaze, your lips parting slightly as if considering her warning. Then, with a slow, deliberate smirk, you whispered, “Maybe I don’t want you to be gentle.”

That smirk, those sinful words leaving your lips, it almost made Sevika snap. 

She growled slowly, her head tilting as she studied your expression. The way you gripped her vest, your chest pressed flush against hers, looking at her like that. 

She could feel the way your heart was racing, how you were still pressed against her, waiting for her to make the next move. She tightened her grip on your neck, her mouth coming down by your ear as she spoke. 

"Oh, princess. You have no idea what you're asking for."

A shiver ran through you at the heat of her breath against your ear, her voice thick with barely restrained hunger. Your pulse pounded beneath her grip, but you didn’t waver—you held your ground

Your lips curled into a teasing smile, your fingers tightening in her vest as you whispered back, “Then why don’t you show me?”

Sevika let out a low, rumbling chuckle, her grip on your neck flexing just enough to make you gasp. “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, dragging her lips down the side of your neck, her voice dripping with dark promise. “You’re going to regret saying that—when you can still think straight.”

The way you didn’t back down, the challenge in your tone and expression—it drove Sevika absolutely insane. Your scent, those soft gasps—she loved everything about it. 

She nipped at the skin of your neck, her tongue and teeth marking you, claiming you as hers. Sevika wanted to make you squirm in her grip, to lose your composure and fall apart beneath her touch. 

"You're going to regret teasing me, princess." As she spoke, her free hand slid under your shirt, the cold of her bionic hand making you gasp as it found your skin.

A sharp, breathless gasp escaped your lips as Sevika’s teeth grazed your neck, the sensation both painful and intoxicating. The way she marked you, staking her claim, sent a rush of heat straight to your core.

Your body shivered under the cold of her bionic hand against your skin, the contrast almost too much to handle, and your grip on her tightened instinctively. “I don’t regret anything,” you breathed, your voice a mix of challenge and desire.

Sevika’s smirk deepened, her fingers trailing over your skin as she leaned in, her breath hot against your ear. “You will,” she growled, her bionic hand pressing just a little firmer against you, sending another wave of shock through your body. “And I’ll make sure of it.”

The way you gasped and shivered under her touch only encouraged Sevika. She loved the way your body trembled and arched against her, desperate for more. 

She nipped at your neck again, her tongue tracing a path down your pulse. The way you held onto her, pressing against her in desperation, it stoked the fire within her. 

She chuckled lowly at your defiant words, her hand squeezing your hip almost painfully. 

"You're a damn menace, princess." Sevika murmured against your neck, before biting down on your pulse point hard.

A loud gasp escaped you as Sevika’s teeth sank into your pulse point, a rush of heat flooding your body at the delicious mix of pain and pleasure. Your grip on her tightened, nails digging into her shirt as your chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.

”You make it too easy,” you whispered breathlessly, your voice shaky but still laced with defiance.

Sevika’s chuckle vibrated through your neck, sending another shiver down your spine. Her hand on your hip remained firm, squeezing you with a possessiveness that only made your desire burn hotter. “You think this is easy, princess?” she growled, her lips still pressed against your skin. “I’m just getting started.”

Your gasps and the way you clenched her shirt sent a primal satisfaction through the dark-haired woman. She loved seeing you like this, needy and overwhelmed by her touch. 

The defiant words that left your lips only fueled Sevika's possessiveness, making her want to show you exactly who you belonged to. 

She nipped and sucked on your pulse point, marking you with hickeys that would be visible for days. Her hand slid further up your torso, her cold bionic fingers trailing over your skin, sending another wave of shock shuddering through you.

A soft, strangled moan slipped from your lips as Sevika’s bionic fingers sent sparks through your body, the cold metal a stark contrast against the warmth of her touch. The marks on your neck throbbed with a possessive heat, and your body reacted without thought, pressing further into her, needing more.

“God…” you breathed, the words barely escaping as you clung to her. “What are you doing to me?”

Sevika’s grip tightened, her lips brushing over your ear as she whispered lowly, “I’m showing you who you belong to, sweetheart. And trust me, you’re going to love every second of it.”

Her hand continued its slow, deliberate journey up your body, sending a fresh wave of heat crashing through you.

Your moans and gasps were like music to Sevika's ears—it showed just how easily she could unravel you, making you come undone under her touch. 

The way your body arched and pressed into hers, desperate for more, was like a potent drug, and Sevika couldn't get enough. 

She growled against your neck, her lips trailing down to your shoulder as she sucked and nibbled at your skin, marking you in more hickeys. 

"You belong to me, sweetheart," Sevika growled slowly. "And you're going to forget everything but my touch."

Your body trembled under her, each mark she left on your skin only deepening the desire that swelled within you. Every nip, every kiss ignited something wild and uncontrollable inside you. The heat of her breath against your shoulder sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help but melt further into her, unable to resist.

“Only you,” you whispered, voice shaky but full of need, your fingers gripping her shirt tightly as your chest pressed harder into hers. “I want you, Sevika.”

The words that left your lips, the raw need in your voice, it hit Sevika like an electric shock. Hearing you say her name, the way you clutched desperately at her shirt—it was almost maddening. 

She growled slowly, her hands gripping your hips as she pulled you flush against her, her body pressing intimately against yours. The heat between you was almost overwhelming, her lips trailing up your neck to your ear as she spoke, her voice thick with desire. 

"You have no idea just how badly I want you, princess."

The shiver that ran through you at Sevika’s words made your entire body tremble, her heat and dominance consuming every thought. The way she pulled you closer, the raw intensity in her touch—it set your skin alight, igniting a fire you couldn’t contain.

“Then show me,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath, filled with aching need. You could feel the tension, the hunger in her as she pressed into you, her body melding against yours.

That whispered demand, the aching need in your voice—it was like adding fuel to the fire already burning inside Sevika. She couldn't hold back any longer; she had to have you, right here, right now. 

With a low, possessive growl, Sevika gripped your hips tighter, lifting you up against the wall, her bionic arm flexing with ease. Her mouth found yours, devouring your lips with a fierce hunger, her body pressing against yours possessively. 

"You asked for it, princess," Sevika growled against your lips. "I'm going to ruin you."

A gasp tore from your throat as Sevika lifted you effortlessly, your body pressed against the wall with her strength. The intensity of her kiss, the hunger in it, sent shockwaves through you, and you melted into her with no resistance.

”Do it,” you breathed, your voice desperate, full of need. “I’m yours.”

The way you surrendered to her, the way your body responded with such wild desire—it made Sevika’s head spin. The possessive animal within her roared with satisfaction, desperate to claim you fully. 

Her mouth devoured yours in hungry, bruising kisses, her body pressing against yours with a primal determination. Sevika's bionic hand found the skin of your waist, her fingers digging in possessively as her other hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. 

"Mine," Sevika growled between kisses. "You're mine and no one else's."

A breathless moan escaped you as Sevika’s words sank in, her touch igniting a fire within you that you couldn’t suppress. The way she marked you, the raw need in her kiss, made you feel as if you were completely consumed by her.

“Yours,” you gasped, your fingers curling into her shirt as you pressed yourself deeper into her, craving more. “I’m yours, Sevika.”

The sound of the admission falling from your lips—that you were hers and hers alone—sent a jolt of electric desire through Sevika's body. She growled against your neck, biting and sucking at the skin, marking you so everyone knew just who you belonged to. 

Her hands roamed over your body, rough and possessive, holding you in place against the wall. "Say it again," she commanded, her voice a low, guttural growl. "Say you're mine."

”I'm yours,” you moaned out. You could feel the muscles of Sevika’s abs under where you needed her the most causing her to buck your hips against her abdomen in need

The sound of your moan, the way you writhed against her, desperately seeking friction where you needed it most—it sent a possessive thrill through Sevika. Her hands tightened, her fingers digging into your hips as she rocked against you, providing the delicious pressure. Her lips found your neck again, sucking and nipping at your pulse point, marking you as hers. 

She bit down sharply, a low growl escaping her as she spoke against your skin. "That's right, princess. You're mine. All mine."

A sharp gasp left your lips as Sevika’s teeth sank into your skin, the sting melting into a wave of pleasure that had you pressing into her, desperate for more. The way she held you, the possessive edge in her voice—it had you completely undone.

“Yours,” you whimpered, your fingers tangling in her vest as you clung to her, your body arching into her every touch. “Only yours.”

The desperate way you gasped and whimpered, the way you clung to her, it made Sevika's possessive instincts flare wildly. Hearing you say she was the only one you wanted, the only one you belonged to—it was intoxicating. 

She growled slowly, her lips trailing down your neck to your chest, her teeth nipping at your collarbone, marking more of your skin with possessive hickeys. "That's right," she murmured against your skin, her hands squeezing and gripping your body in a possessive grip. "I'm the only one who gets to have you.

You're mine."

”Sev,” you gasped, your voice trembling with pleasure as you pressed yourself harder against the firm, unyielding muscles of her abs. The friction sent a shiver down your spine, only fueling the aching need building inside you.

Your fingers clutched desperately at her shoulders, your breath coming in ragged pants as you looked up at her, eyes dark with want. “Please,” you whispered, your voice thick with desperation. “Let me ride your abs—I need it.”

Your gasps and whimpers, the way you desperately pressed yourself against her, the pleading tone in your voice—it ignited something primal within Sevika. The way you called her name, the need in your eyes, the desperate plea for friction against her abs—it had her body reacting in an instant.

A feral growl escaped her lips as she shifted her grip, lifting you up higher against the wall. “Go ahead, princess,” she gritted out, her eyes dark and intense as she looked at you. “Ride me.”

A shaky breath left your lips as Sevika’s grip tightened, her sheer strength making your body burn with anticipation. Your fingers dug into her shoulders as you adjusted, positioning yourself against the hard ridges of her abs, the sensation sending a shudder through you.

“God, Sev…” you whimpered, your body instinctively rocking against her, desperate for the friction she was offering. The heat in her gaze only made it worse—made you crave her even more.

The way you gasped and whimpered and trembled in her arms had Sevika's possessive side igniting like a wildfire. Your fingers clutching at her shoulders, the sound of her name leaving your lips, the way you pressed against her abs, desperate for more—it was overwhelmingly intoxicating. 

She growled slowly, her hands gripping your hips as she watched you rock desperately against her, your body seeking friction it could only find with her. "You're so damn needy, princess," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "So responsive. So desperate."

A shuddering moan escaped your lips at her words, your body burning under her intense gaze. The way she held you, her strong hands guiding your movements, made your desperation spike even higher. Every roll of your hips sent a delicious wave of friction through you, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you clung to her.

“Only for you,” you whimpered, your nails digging into her shoulders as you met her gaze, eyes clouded with need. “I— I need more, Sev.”

The sound of those words, the way you trembled and gasped for more, it fueled the primal beast within Sevika. Her body reacted instantly, her muscles flexing and bunching beneath you with every movement of your hips against her. She could feel the heat radiating from you, the desperate need in your voice driving her wild.

A guttural growl escaped her lips as she watched you, her eyes burning with possessive desire. "You're so beautiful when you're desperate, princess," she murmured, shifting her grip to press your hips down harder against her abs. "And so damn needy."

A choked moan slipped from your lips as Sevika pressed you down harder against her, the rigid muscles of her abs sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. Your body trembled in her grasp, completely at her mercy, and yet you couldn’t stop yourself from chasing more, from rocking against her with growing desperation.

The sound of your moan, the way your body trembled and quivered in her hands, it only spurred Sevika on further. The primal part of her thrived on seeing you like this, completely undone, utterly desperate for her touch.

She shifted her grip again, her fingers digging into your hips as she guided your movements, her eyes dark with a primal hunger. "That's it, princess. Ride me harder," she growled, her voice thick with desire. "Show me how needy you are."

A broken moan tore from your throat as Sevika’s grip tightened, her strong hands controlling your every movement, forcing you to take what you so desperately craved. Your body burned under her touch, every roll of your hips sending white-hot pleasure coursing through you.

“Sevika—” you gasped, your fingers tangling in her vest as you clung to her, your legs trembling with the effort to keep up with the relentless pace she set.

The sound of her name on your lips, gasping and broken, drove Sevika wild. The way you clung to her, the desperation in your grip, the way you trembled and quivered like a goddamn live wire—it was like gasoline to the fire burning within her.

She growled slowly, her hands tightening their hold on you, increasing the pace, the friction, the intensity. As you cried out her name again, she pressed you against her abs hard, her own breath coming in ragged gasps as she watched you unravel before her eyes. 

"Just like that, princess..."

A series of loud, desperate moans spilled from your lips as a wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you breathless. Your body trembled in Sevika’s grasp, your fingers clutching at her desperately as your head tilted back. Your eyes fluttered shut, rolling back as the overwhelming sensation consumed you, leaving you completely at her mercy.

The sight of you completely coming apart before her eyes, your body shaking and writhing with pleasure, was a delicious sight to behold. The way you moaned her name, the sight of your head tipping back, lost in ecstasy, made Sevika’s heart thunder in her chest. 

She growled slowly, her grip on you tightening even more, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she watched you ride out your climax against her abs. The possessive part of her, the part that yearned to mark and claim you, was thrumming with satisfaction. "That's right," she murmured, her voice a low, gutt

You were so close, so painfully close, that you could feel it building deep within you. Your stomach tightened with each passing second, a wave of tension coiling in your core. Your legs, wrapped around her waist, trembled uncontrollably as the pressure mounted, but you didn’t stop. Driven by pure need, you kept moving, desperately chasing that release, your body unable to resist the pull. The friction, the sensation, all of it pushing you closer to the edge.

The sight of you writhing and trembling in her arms, so close to the brink of ecstasy, made the possessive side within Sevika burn with intensity. The way you clung to her, the desperate, broken moans escaping your lips, it pushed all the right buttons, driving her own desire higher.

She growled slowly, her fingers gripping your hips tightly, applying more pressure, increasing the friction, determined to push you over the edge. "That's it, princess," she growled, her voice thick with desire. "Let go. Let me watch you come undone."

Your body trembled uncontrollably, every muscle coiled tight as Sevika’s grip on your hips increased, the pressure sending waves of sensation crashing through you. The sound of your broken moans only seemed to fuel her, and you could feel her desire burning through her touch, pushing you further toward the edge.

*“Sev… I’m—” you gasped, barely able to form the words as your body ached for release.

Sevika could feel it in the trembling of your body, in the way you gasped for breath, the way your muscles coiled tight. She could see the desperate plea in your eyes, hear the broken, pleading gasps, feel the tautness in your body as you teetered on the edge of ecstasy. You were so close, right there, at the precipice, and she was determined to guide you over.

She tightened her grip on your hips, her fingers digging into your skin as she growled lowly, her voice thick with need, "Come for me. I want to watch you unravel."

The intensity of Sevika’s grip, the deep growl of her voice, and the unrelenting pressure on your hips sent a jolt through you, pushing you even closer to the edge. Your body was trembling, every inch of you yearning for release, and her command made it impossible to hold back any longer

“Sev,” you gasped, your voice barely a whisper, but the desperation was clear. You could feel the waves of pleasure crashing against you, and her words were the final push you needed.

With a broken moan, your body gave in, shuddering in her arms as you fell apart, every ounce of tension in your body finally giving way to the bliss she’d been guiding you toward.

The sight of you unraveling in her arms, the way your body trembled and shook, the sound of your broken moan as you finally succumbed to pleasure—it was intoxicating. It was everything.

Sevika drank in the sight of you, completely undone before her eyes, your body riding out the waves of ecstasy. With a satisfied, possessive growl, she held you close, supporting you through the aftershocks, reveling in the feeling of having brought you to that point.

"That's it, princess," she whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction. "So damn beautiful."

Seeing you come undone in her arms, your body trembling and shaking with the aftereffects of pleasure, sent a surge of possessive satisfaction through Sevika. Your broken moan was like music to her ears, and the sight of you riding out those waves of ecstasy made her heart race.

With a low, possessive growl, she pulled you closer against her chest, her arms wrapping around you tightly as she supported your trembling body. The possessive part of her revealed in the sight of you completely spent and undone, knowing that she was the one who had brought you to that point.

She pressed her lips against the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair, her grip on you firm and unwavering. "You're so damn beautiful when you're all messed up like this," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction and desire.

You’re in her arms, completely spent and trembling, but you don’t want to be anywhere else. Sevika’s grip on you is firm, steady, like she’s grounding you, making sure you don’t fall apart even more than you already have. The weight of her presence is overwhelming in the best way, and her body feels like the only safe place you can be right now.

Her growl vibrates against your chest as she pulls you closer, her warmth wrapping around you. You feel her lips press gently against the top of your head, and her breath, slow and steady, sends a shiver down your spine. You know she’s taking in the scent of your hair, the smell of the moment, as if she’s marking you with it.

With you trembling and spent in her arms, Sevika can almost feel the satisfaction radiating from her very core. There was something so deeply intoxicating about seeing you, usually so composed and put together, completely undone and vulnerable before her. It was a sight she would always treasure.

She held you close, her grip firm and steady, wanting to be the one to support and ground you. As she felt your body trembling against hers, she growled slowly, her fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

"You did so well, princess," she murmured, her voice deep and husky with satisfaction. "So damn perfect."

You gave a tired nod, your body heavy with exhaustion as you leaned into her, letting your head rest gently on her shoulder. The warmth of her skin against mine was comforting, and you let out a soft sigh, allowing youeself to relax in her presence.

As you leaned into her, tiredness radiating from your body, Sevika’s heart swelled with a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness. The way you rested your head against her shoulder, seeking comfort in her presence, was almost overwhelmingly endearing.

She tightened her grip on you, cradling you closer against her chest. She could feel your exhaustion, the weight of your body against hers, and she wanted to hold you like this forever, to never let go.

"Are you alright, princess?" she murmured, her voice gruff but tender. "Did I tire you out?"

You nestled closer into her, the comfort of her strong arms around you grounding you. Her warmth, her scent, everything about her felt like home at this moment. You could feel the tenderness in her touch, even as she held you tightly, and the softness in her voice made your heart flutter.

“I’m fine,” you whispered, your voice still thick with exhaustion. “Just… tired. But I’m safe with you.” You gave a small, contented sigh, letting yourself relax further into her embrace. “You always know how to take care of me.”

The sound of your voice, soft and raspy, whispering that she made you feel safe with her, sent a wave of possessiveness and satisfaction through her. The way you nestled deeper into her, seeking comfort and safety in her arms, made her heart ache in the best way.

She gently tightened her hold on you, one hand sliding up and down your back in a soothing gesture. Her chest rumbled with a low, protective growl, her lips pressing gently against the top of your head.

"Damn right you're safe with me," she murmured, her voice gruff and tender. "Always."

I smiled sleepily, my body too drained to do anything but melt into her embrace. As Sevika held me, her warmth and steady presence were all I needed. I was too tired to ask her to take me to bed, the words caught in my throat as I slowly succumbed to the pull of sleep. My eyes fluttered closed, and I let the exhaustion take over, resting against her as I drifted off, feeling safe and protected in her arms

As you drifted off in her arms, she watched you slowly succumb to sleep, a mixture of contentment and protectiveness washing over her. The sight of you so completely at ease, your eyes fluttering closed as your body relaxed against hers, was a sight Sevika treasured.

With a gentle touch, she brushed your hair back from your face, then adjusted her grip on you slightly so that she could hold you even closer. She knew you were exhausted, that you needed sleep, but she couldn't help but relish the feeling of having you so close, safe and sound in her arms.

[ynsvnte]

New year, new …

pairing: stranger!hoon x fem!reader

Synopsis: having the year coming to end, you’re still a hopeless romantic unfortunately, but that’s until a special someone shows up — Genre: strangers to lovers, smut (18+ MDNI!!), fluff (towards the end), oneshot— warnings under cut

Word count: 1.6k+ (1670)

A/n: yall I forgot I did Sunghoon last time.. um last fic for the year!! 2024 was such a odd year, good and bad, but I hope 2025 goes well for everyone!! Ty for the love and support everyone has showed and my moots 💪🏼💪🏼 love you all 🤭

Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, p in v, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, kissing, pet names, praising, oral (fem.), creampie, possessive, hickeys (marking), slight fingering, A bit of after care.

You leaned onto the counter in the middle of the kitchen, groaning, you still didn’t know why you agreed to come to the end of the year party. Like sure the year was coming to an end, but you’d rather be home. Unfortunately the nagging of one of your friends worked, and.. here you are now. Miserable. 2024 definitely wasn’t your year. Taking back what you said at the beginning.

31/12/2023

“2024 is going to be my year. No more single me first. I will be getting a man.” You giggle, while sitting under the table, eating the grapes manifesting.

Present

Just at the thought, you just cringe like when a man punches a wall. Clearly you're currently single. Maybe 2025 will be your year. You think to yourself. But you don’t want to get your hopes up since what happened last year. Taking a sip of your drink. You scrunch your face in slight disgust. The burning of the alcoholic drink in your throat. You put your cup onto the counter. Lost in thought, while you stare at the crowd dancing, while more like more people grinding into one another. But that’s not the point.

Your eyes stay at this one person. He seems to be like you. Bored, and out of place. Friends all gone to who knows where. You continue staring, admiring his features. Taking one minute to admire each one. From his moles, to his vampire-like teeth. You weren’t in your right state of mind and looked away. Wait what if he had a girlfriend, and here you were looking at him shamelessly. You shake your head. You don’t even know what to do. Might as well leave. Yeah that sounds like a good idea. But… you don’t have a ride.

Maybe an uber. Nah who would pick up someone on New Year’s Eve.. you sigh and just get on your phone. Trying to find a way to pass time. You look at the time. “10:47” just 1 hour and 13 minutes left. What could you do?

What you didn’t know was that. The guy you were staring at. Was now looking at you. Poor you, seemed so lonely. The guy, named Sunghoon to be exact. Adored you from afar. Maybe he could keep you company. He noticed you staring, and tried to act like he was busy talking to one of his friends. He could care less what he had to say. He was focused on you. The way your eyes move from one spot to another. He smiles at the thought of your cute habit. He watched his friend get dragged along somewhere. He takes the chance and starts going over where you’re. You don’t seem to notice. Distracted by your phone. He sets his drink next to yours, grabbing your attention.

You felt the presence of someone. You thought it was your friend until you looked up and saw it’s him. The guy you were staring at not too long ago. Your eyes widened.

“Uh- I- hello?” You stammer over your words. Great first impression! You thought to yourself. He smiles at you. “The name is Sunghoon.” Such a suitable name for him. “I- nice to meet you” you say. He asks for your name. And once your name. His smiles widened. “Suits you very well.” You get flustered at his comment. Hoping he wouldn’t notice. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?” He asks you, taking you a bit off guard.

“Well.. I was convinced to be brought here by my friend, but I have no idea where she went.. sorry I’m not much of a party person.” You explain the situation. “That’s fine I’m not much of a party person either.” That’s one thing in common. “Yeah..” you felt the tension rise for some reason, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. You could feel him staring as you took a sip of your drink. “Is there something wrong?” You asked, slightly nervous if you had done something wrong.

“Yeah there is..” He said quietly, eyes still on you. You could feel your heartbeat quicken. You tried to hide the fact that you were nervous, but Sunghoon caught on.

He leaned down next to your ear whispering in a low voice. “Do I make you nervous?” His voice sent shivers down your spine. He barely pulled away, but his face was so close to yours. Practically almost forcing you to keep eye contact with him. You stare into his eyes, up close this time. “I-..” words caught up in your throat. You could help but stare at him. Sunghoon only starts to slightly smirk. Knowing the effect he had on you. He leans in closer, touching one another. Before he closes the empty space between you both. Crashing lips. You were taken aback from his actions. You kiss him back. Arms automatically wrapping themselves around his neck. Sunghoon takes this as a sign and holds you closer by holding you at the waist. You kissed what felt like hours, you don’t know how long. You couldn’t process anything yet, not even knowing that Sunghoon was dragging you to the bathroom nearby. He closes the door and locks it. You don’t even know what’s even happening next, but you feel your back hit the door as you continue to make out with one another. He hands traveling down further.

He holds one of your thighs, forcing your legs to open. “Do you mind” you shake your head no, knowing you want as much as he wants it. He carries you, placing you on the bathroom counter , kissing his way down, legs spread open, he smirks seeing your soak through panties. “Awee baby wet just from kissing?” He snickers, pushing your skirt up, giving him more access. He lightly traces over your covered clit, causing you to buck your hips slightly. “She's begging me to eat her out,” he giggles. Placing a kiss on top. “Please..” you beg. “Please what..?” He asks, acting clueless. “Please.. stop teasing” He looks up at you, as he leans in, giving your clit a long lick. He pushes your panties to the side and begins to eat your pussy. The sounds of him slurping your pussy, and your moans mix in the tight bathroom. The loud music thankfully covers up the sounds. “Fuck, you tatse divine” he praises. As eats you like a starved man. Which you don’t mind.

You couldn’t help but wish for more friction, as you slightly begin to grind your pussy into his face. You run your hand through his hair. “Mhm.. Sunghoon..” your moan his name. Holding your thighs apart.. he begins to shove his tongue in and out of your hole. You let out a loud moan. The new feeling getting you closer to your high. “Already close!” You warn him. “Come on then baby come on my face.” You do as he says. Sunghoon groans at the feeling of you coming on his face. He didn’t expect his night like this. Eating out with the prettiest girl ever on New Year’s Eve. He gets up from his knees and kisses you eagerly. “You’re so perfect.” Sunghoon speaks into the kiss before removing your top. Revealing your breast to him. He smiles, taking one in his mouth. He let’s go with a pop. Saliva connecting from his mouth to your tits

“If I’m not in you within in a few seconds, I’ll lose my mind.” Sunghoon helps you off the bathroom counter and flips you over.. he bends you over the counter. He unbuckles his pants, lets it drop to the floor and you seem to notice a wet patch on his boxers. “Eating you out made me cum.. hmm see what you do to me..” Sunghoon pushes his boxers down. Letting his cock spring out, he fingers you a bit to make sure you feel comfortable to take him.

“You ready baby?” He asks you. You nod your head, desperate to have him inside. He grabs the base.. lining up and pushes himself in. He groans at the feeling of your velvet walls clenching around him. “So tight, just f’me” he was already losing his mind. He hasn’t even moved an inch and yet he felt close to coming. He begins slowly. But as minutes pass by his pace gets more brutal. Your moans mixing together. Sunghoon arm wrapped around your waist keeping you close as he fucks you.

The sound of skin clapping getting louder and louder. He buries his face onto your neck sucking on the skin. “Marking you up. Gotta let everyone know you’re mine.” He whispers. Making you clench around him. “Baby are you close.?” Sunghoon asks, you reply with a nod before he smirks and his fingers trial down to your clit rubbing it.

You let out a whine. “Come on. Cum for me. Cum around this cock.” His hips have a mind of their own. His cock abusing your cervix and with one final thrust. You clench around him tightly, cumming. You grip the counter.. the feeling being too much. Not long behind Sunghoon reaches his own high. “Going to cum.. in this tight pussy.” He speaks while kissing your necks. Within 3 thrust you can feel him cum in you. Overstimulated you. You whine at the feeling. “Sunghoon fuck..” you moan.. he says in the same spot.. regaining consciousness. “I’m here..” he holds you close. Enjoying your warmth.

He pulls out. Watching cum drop out. “Fuck.. made a mess..” he grabs a near by a towel and gets it slightly wet before cleaning you up. As you get dressed Sunghoon pulls you in for a kiss. Nothing before being disrupted by the sound of your phone going off.

“2025!!” The alarm rang. He stares at the screen reading the time 12

“Well that’s a way to start a new year..” Sunghoon smiles and pecks your lips. “I guess so..” you speak softly. “Happy new year baby.”

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[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Could you recommend some fics Derek has PTSD and Stiles or the pack help him with coping? If you don’t mind me asking.

Let's see!

take me home. by Anonymous

(1/1 I 3,529 I Mature I No Pairing)

In which Derek Hale is not as okay as he seems (especially after being de-aged by Kate Argent), and Scott and Stiles witnesses it first hand by accident, and tries their best to help.

5 Times Derek Experiences Sensory Overload + 1 Time Derek Experiences Sensory Joy by Warlock_Nerd

(6/6 I 5,604 I General I Sterek)

Derek is Autistic but he hasn’t told anyone in fear of not being taken seriously as an Alpha. Stiles, however, figured it out and made it his mission to help Derek not only for Derek’s Betas but for Derek to finally accept himself.

Regression to the Mean by theroguesgambit

(1/1 I 16,580 I Mature I Sterek)

There aren’t really words for this. “Sure, dude. Let’s hang out sometime and bond over the fact that our lives suck and we’ve both basically killed a bunch of people by accident” doesn't exactly roll off the tongue.

Boys of the Wild by MourningDawn

(28/28 I 145,919 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek has had the worse summer of his life. It was suppose to be his big summer before he started college, where he partied and drank his summer away. But a tragic accident changed everything including Derek. The accident takes a toll on him. He doesn't talk much anymore or leaves his room. All his friends have abandoned him. People in town often look at him with hatred and pity. No one will look him in his eyes anymore, not even his father. No longer being able to watch her son suffer, Talia decides Derek needs a new start. She sends Derek to her home town of Beacon Hills to stay with her brother Peter. It's there that Derek be friends free spirited Stiles Stilinski. Derek decides to keep the accident a secret but he isn't the only one hiding something

The Outcry of Wolves by JupiterMelichios

(47/47 I 254,075 I Mature I Sterek)

He's put a lot of time and effort into remaining human. He was invested in his humanity, actually, despite what certain Alpha werewolves might choose to insinuate. And now it's gone, just like that. One minute human, the next minute... Okay, the next several hours, maybe, but still. He'd been human, and then he took a nap, and now he's... something else.

When Stiles is bitten, he wants to believe it's just a random accident. But something is killing innocent people, Lydia's seeing things, Allison keeps having mysterious accidents, and he's got a growing suspicion it might all be connected.

[lowkeycasanova]

can't sleep

trafalgar law x reader

*Pic isn’t mine. I’d put the user but I can’t make out the watermark*

Opening your eyes to the ceiling, you then glance over at the clock.

1:32 am

The soft rustle of the sheets echoed through the room as you shifted from your back to your side. The mattress molded to your figure and you closed your eyes.

Your eyes flutter open and again you glance at the clock.

1:47 am

What? How has it only been fifteen minutes? It felt like at least an hour since you closed your eyes.

Feeling pressure on your hip as you laid, you changed your position to your other side, flexing both knees up, and lazily crossed both arms over on another so they rested on your waist and closed your eyes.

Just for them to open again. You glance over your shoulder at the clock.

2:30 am

You sighed. Taking a peek at Law, a slight fown and furrow in his brows as he rested in his back. His chest rose and fell evenly with each breath. A reminder of the sleep you wish to have.

You then pivot to lay on your stomach with your hands on the pillow. You shut your eyes in an attempt to force yourself to sleep.

2:57 am

You've got to be fucking kidding.

Not even a whole hour passed away, you just laid there with your eyes closed, staring at the darkness behind your eyelids.

You twisted and turned in the bed, adjusting your position for what felt like the thousandth time trying to get comfortable.

Each second that passed echoed the persistent restlessness of your mind. Letting your thoughts roam free was never a good idea, especially at this time of night. It would make you feel more awake. One thing would lead to another and then all of a sudden you're thinking about every mistake you've ever made.

Changing your position again, you lay on your side with your back facing Law, staring at the wall a few feet away.

Unexpectedly, you felt a pair of strong arms encircle your waist.

"Stop moving." Law mumbled.

Knowing that you inadvertenly woke him up made you feel guilty.

His embrace was comforting but knowing him, it was probably also to keep you still. You tried to allow his presence to soothe you, but unfortunately, the discomfort you felt was stubborn, promting you to release yourself from his hold.

Quietly, you slipped out of bed, treading lightly across the room as if to not disturb him further. In search of solace, you wandered to another part of the ship.

However, just as you contemplated your next move, the air around you rippled with energy. Before you could make sense of it, you found yourself back in the bedroom. It remained unchanged, except for the fact that Law was now sitting up.

"Whatever you're planning, it's going to keep you up." he warned.

You let out an soft, yet annoyed groan. That ability of his could be a nuisance.

Technically, he was right. Doing any sort of activity is going to make your body think it should be alert. And, he doesn't want to sleep without you there. Although he will never say that.

As you considered your options, he let out a sigh.

"Come back to bed." he stated and patted the space next to him. The temptation to argue was strong, but you saw the concern in his eyes.

Reluctantly, you shuffled back to bed, slipping under the covers and finding your place next to him. He resumed his previous position, wrapping his arms around you once more.

“Are you upset about something?" He asked. You shook your head 'no'.

"Try to rest." he whispered, his voiced mixed with understanding and a hint of frustration. "I won't be able to sleep properly if I know you're wandering around the ship."

"I'm trying." you sighed, letting out a breath in an attempt to calm your pounding heart. Maybe some unknown factor was causing you stress and the increased cortisol was keeping you up.

Law pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his grip gentle yet secure. "Close your eyes and relax. I'm here."

As the minutes passed, the rhythm of his breathing intertwined with yours, creating a peaceful melody that pulled you into a state of relaxation.

[pilotlala]

I just realized that Ed had no reason to make Lucius count down from 1 hour 47 minutes BACKWARDS except for the dramatic effect of the final countdown during uh oh time's almost up what are you gonna do TIME FOR A NEW IDEA STEDE (although Stede's not even conscious when Ed makes Lucius start counting, so Ed doesn't know precisely what is going to happen at this moment, he just knows there's going to be SUSPENSE then he's going to knock Stede's socks off by revealing his brilliant tactical mind).

Ed Teach you are such a drama queen, and you are already so smitten.