#BUT THE SHOOTING ONE STILL GETS TO ME 😭😭

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I saw someone say that Viktor constantly reaching out to Jayce and trying to get him on his side after he initially left him and after Jayce fought, rejected and shot at him makes no sense but i disagree.

Imho jayce and viktor are incredibly, INSANELY codependent, they were each others closest contact for nearly a decade, saw each other every day, single mindedly worked towards the same goal, etc. Their lives immediately take a nosedive once theyre even slightly separated from each other (viktor nearly dies, jayce kills a kid, viktor atomises sky and then nearly kills himself, jayce lands in apocalypse land and viktor starts a cult). They instinctively always act like theyre still partners, even when theyre clearly supposed to be enemies because not being together feels unnatural to them.

Jayce doesnt act consciously when reviving viktor using the hexcore and YES viktor is hurt and distressed bc he was essentially turned into rio and he feels like he needs to leave, but then what? He probably finds out about jayces disappearance a few days later and is like "oh no, oh fuck, i know I left HIM, but i didnt want this" i mean he probably thought jayce was dead.

So for a few months he builds his commune and deliberately integrates sentimental things about his and jayces partnership (his 'home' looks like the hexgates, hes still wearing the blanket, for some reason theres a forge in the commune) which, imho, shows hes mourning and missing jayce in his own way. (A special personal hc of mine is that he grew out his hair out of grief). And in the pit we have jayce sobbing and crying bc he misses both mel and viktor so much.

So jayce reappears and viktors like "heeeyyyy bestie, oh my god, i missed u come visit me!!!" And jayce is rightfully confused like "didnt YOU break up with ME?" and viktor is like "nooo, hahaha, i was crazy back then, just forget about it, pls visit me?" And is only mildly concerned by jayce killing one of his followers (and then hes also mostly concerned about jayce, not salo lol)

Then jayce arrives and shoots him and its very painful bc viktor fully didnt expect jayce to hurt him! Hes so shocked 😭

Anyways after that Viktor "attacks" (more like "does a mating dance for") jayce in the council room and AGAIN asks him to join his emo band and is AGAIN shocked and hurt when jayce genuinely fights back and rejects him. Viktor is temporarily hurt and gives singed the ok to start the process.

And then as the fully transformed herald he STILL talks about how happy he is to see jayce and doesnt really put any effort into neutralising him. Like he could have just shot him hbxhnxgkhfj

All the while we have jayce talking big talk about stopping viktor, but when it comes down to it?? He doesnt manage to take him out and still talks to him. And then he sees Viktor in the astral realm and once there is a SLIVER of hope hes immediately like "oh thank god i can stop trying to kill him, this was never going to work"

All of this isnt contradictory to me. It means that both of them actually know that they should be on opposing sides now, they start acting according to the idea that the other one is now an enemy, they make plans accordingly, but when it comes down to it theyre reluctant to actually follow through bc that would mean a life without the other and thats worse than staying enemies forever.

Viktor kept reaching out, hoping to be partners again after MULTIPLE rejections and jayce couldnt bear to kill viktor or to let him die alone. Being apart from each other is quite literally the worst thing for either of them, so the instinct to reach out to each other will always take over.

[charms-cat]

SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE SEASON

1.

Making famous rapper Choi Seunghyun/TOP play a failed rapper is some perfectly ironic casting 😂

(I know it wasn't intentional, just thought it was funny)

2.

Junhee! Kick him to the curb and keep him there! That guy is definitely gonna be a deadbeat dad.

(And, not to get too moral policing here, but it was cruel of her to keep the baby when she knew she was in heavy debt. No child should be born in poverty)

3.

STOP KEEPING VITAL INFO TO YOURSELVES FFS

I get that Junho didn't want to admit that his brother was the sociopathic Front Man, but he could've just said, "I saw his face but didn't recognise him." People's lives are at stake here, you pig. Smh cops are just useless.

And Jungbae, oh my God. Five seconds to just say "(Youngil) killed someone" and Gihun might've known to be on alert around him. It doesn't take a detective to work out that, "Hey, this guy is going kinda crazy. He might kill us if he needs to. Maybe I should tell someone." Buddy, even if you think he only turned to murder out of a need for survival, he still can't be trusted.

4.

Y'all I fucking knew that ship captain Park was Suspicious, with a capital S!

The very moment he was questioning Wooseok in that restaurant and saying shit like, "I didn't believe him at first," and, most importantly, "so everything (Junho) told me was true?" He was on my impostor radar. Idk how to explain it too well. Like, yeah, I believe Junho would've told him some stuff but telling him "everything"? or enough for him to make a sudden turn from "this is baloney" to "I 100% believe you and in no way do I think all these men are just part of the same kookoo conspiracy group."

+ they made it a point that Wooseok said "which of you got drunk and spilled the intel?" Only to later show him drinking and spilling intel

Also, now that it's confirmed that he's a measly fucking rat, I just wanna circle back to the fisherman who said that he was given "leftover bait" by some guy. Who would just have that shit on hand? Fisherman captain Park. Who was "interested" in the drones and how good surveillance is these days? Captain fucking Park. Bastard.

5.

Do we think Gyeongseok (the dad) is still alive? I think so since they focused on his character but haven't really expanded on his story line + I didn't see a corpse and he wasn't shot in the head so it's pretty suspect + Noeul avoided shooting him in the first game too (for his hair flying. yall, was he supposed to control the wind??) and I'm pretty sure she's the soldier (that shot him) since she was also the only one connected to him outside the game

Add. Note: I really hoped that Noeul had a chance to shoot those rapist bastards during the shootout. Y'know, disguise it as a "why would the players do this? 😔" moment

6.

Gihun saying he'll outlive Jungbae was probably the biggest death flag I've seen so far. But I thought for sure that old guy (10B won in debt) and that shaman were gonna die. I mean,,, telling other people they're gonna die (and you're gonna live) is an ironic death flag.

Side note: I found out that the actor for said old guy (Song Youngchang) is a convicted sex offender/rapist. Maybe that's why I wanna see him die so badly.

7.

Hyunju, those fake friends didn't deserve you 😭. I love her. She's been a boss all season.

And I feel sorry for Daeho. I thought he was lil too peppy for a soldier and I was right(?) The guy's never seen live combat.

8.

HWANG INHO YOU BASTARD

I just know that your wife, who would've died to bring a life into this world, would be fucking disappointed

God. The worst part of the whole plan was the fact that they actually got so fucking close, if only they hadn't let that bitch join their ranks

[starvrse]

BOUND BY DEVOTION

pairing : won haneul x fem!reader

summary : yn is js an asshole fr idk

warnings : sub g!p haneul smut, toxicity, belle is used as the “homewrecker”, crying, mommy kink 😅, cursing, etc.

unnecessary bs : 7.7k words 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ happy holidays and tysm for 150 followers 😭🙏

“honestly, haneul, i don’t know why you’re still with yn,” julie said, reaching over to grab a fry from natty’s plate, only to get her hand slapped away.

“right, she’s the asshole of assholes!” the thai girl chimed in, shooting julie a warning glare as she pulled her plate closer.

haneul shifted uncomfortably in her seat, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. “she’s not… that bad,” she said quietly, her tone unsure but still protective.

julie rolled her eyes. “oh, come on, haneul. we’ve all seen how she treats you. she’s toxic, plain and simple.”

“maybe she’s made mistakes,” haneul countered, her voice firm, “but everyone’s quick to judge without knowing the full story. she’s not perfect, but who is?”

“not perfect? bobsky, she manipulates you!” natty shot back, her voice rising slightly. “you’re always the one apologizing, always the one fixing things when she screws up.”

“i know she has her flaws,” haneul murmured, her gaze dropping to her lap. “but… i see a side of her that you don’t. she can be really sweet and caring when it’s just the two of us.”

julie raised a skeptical brow, leaning back in her seat. “love shouldn’t feel like this, sky. but fine—if you want to keep defending her, that’s your choice. just don’t come crying to us when she hurts you again.”

the table fell into an awkward silence, natty and julie exchanging worried glances while haneul quietly twirled a fry between her fingers, holding on to her hope, no matter how fragile it seemed.

“so… when are you gonna see belle? she’s such a nice girl and obviously likes you!” natty said, her tone light as she tried to steer the conversation into safer territory.

“mhm, she mentioned you two have been texting a lot,” julie added, a sly smile tugging at her lips as she nudged haneuls foot lightly.

haneul blinked, her cheeks flushing faintly. “oh, um… belle’s nice, yeah,” she murmured, her voice soft. “but it’s not like that. we’re just… friends.”

natty raised an eyebrow, resting her chin on her hand. “friends who text each other every night?” she teased.

julie leaned in with an exaggerated gasp. “and friends who conveniently light up whenever they see each other?”

haneul fidgeted, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “it’s not what you think,” she insisted quietly, though the faint smile on her face betrayed her embarrassment.

natty and julie exchanged a knowing look, their playful grins widening as they returned to their food, satisfied with the blush they’d managed to coax out of their soft hearted friend.

-

the air was already a bit awkward when belle strolled up to their table, her tote bag slung over one shoulder and her phone in hand. she barely glanced at julie and natty before her eyes landed on haneul. “speak of the devil..” natty whispered to julie, a smirk playing on her face.

“hi, naneulie” belle greeted, her tone light and easy, like they were the only two people in the room.

haneul looked up, startled, and managed a soft, “oh hi, hyewon.”

belle smiled and wasted no time sliding into the seat next to the girl, her shoulder bumping lightly against hers. “i didn’t know you’d be here! cute surprise, huh?”

natty raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, while julie smirked, leaning back in her chair as if settling in for a show.

“we’re just grabbing some food,” natty said casually, glancing between belle and haneul. “you want something? you’ve already helped yourself to our company.”

belle didn’t even look at her, instead leaning closer to the younger and tapping her arm. “you didn’t text me back earlier,” she said with a playful pout. “i was waiting forever, you know.”

haneul blinked, fumbling for an answer. “oh, um, sorry—i got busy.”

“busy with what?” the blonde asked, resting her chin in her hand as she turned fully toward haneul. her knee brushed against haneul’s under the table, and haneul shifted slightly, looking flustered.

julie stifled a laugh behind her hand. “probably busy dealing with yn. you know, her girlfriend?”

belle paused for a split second, then let out a light laugh as if the comment hadn’t fazed her. “oh yeah, yn,” she said breezily, waving her hand. “but i’m sure she doesn’t mind me borrowing bobsky for a bit, right?”

natty leaned forward, grinning. “borrow her? belle, you’re acting like she’s your personal property or something.”

belle shrugged, her gaze still locked on haneul. “i mean, we’re just friends. it’s not a big deal, right?”

haneul’s cheeks burned as she looked down at her lap, unsure how to respond.

“you’re so bold,” julie teased, shaking her head. “aren’t you worried yn will like, find out and blow up?”

belle smirked, finally glancing at julie. “let her. what’s she gonna do, send me a mean text?”

“she’d probably send bobsky a mean text.” natty shot back, laughing.

belle ignored them, reaching out to lightly tug at the sleeve of haneul’s sweater. “you look really cute today.” she said, her voice soft enough that it felt just for haneul, even though everyone at the table could hear it.

haneul froze, her eyes darting to natty and julie, who were both watching with thinly veiled amusement. “uh, thanks,” she mumbled, scooting a fraction away, though belle didn’t seem to notice—or care.

natty leaned back, whispering to Julie, “yn’s gonna lose her mind when she hears about this.”

as the group continued chatting, haneul’s phone buzzed on the table. she glanced at the screen, the notification lighting up with your name.

yn 🩷: imysmm :(( can i call u later ?

haneul’s thumb hovered over the notification for a second. her stomach twisted as she read the message, the usual mix of guilt and exhaustion creeping in.

julie, ever nosy, leaned over to peek at the screen. “oh, is that yn?” she asked, dragging out the name with a knowing smirk.

haneul quickly turned the phone face down, her cheeks heating up. “it’s nothing,” she mumbled.

belle raised an eyebrow, clearly catching the exchange. “yn again?” she asked casually, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “she’s so clingy, isn’t she?”

natty snorted, nudging haneul’s arm. “bet she’s sending her usual ‘i miss you’ texts, huh?”

haneul gave a nervous laugh but didn’t respond. her phone buzzed again, but she didn’t bother to check this time. instead, she focused on the conversation, pretending she hadn’t seen the message.

meanwhile, back on your end, the “read” receipt stared back at you, unanswered.

-

a few hours later, you’re lounging in your room, scrolling through Instagram with a bored, disinterested look on your face. you’ve already seen that haneul hasn’t responded to your texts, but you’re not about to chase her. you don’t have to.

your finger lazily swipes through the feed until you come across julie’s story. a group photo. at first, you’re not all that interested, but then you see her—haneul—standing in the corner of the frame, a little too close to belle.

your eyes narrow as you study the details. haneul’s hand is resting casually on belle’s waist. It’s subtle, but it’s there. so that’s how it is.

a smirk pulls at the corner of your lips as you watch them. haneul, with that soft expression on her face, looking so innocent, her hand on belle’s waist like it’s no big deal. you don’t miss the way haneul leans in a little, and how belle seems to be melting into the touch, her lips close to your girlfriends neck as she smiles.

you pause for a moment, then smirk. this is the perfect time to remind haneul exactly who she’s dealing with. you take a quick photo of yourself—just enough to tease, nothing too obvious, but suggestive enough to get a point across. you’re dressed casually, quite a bit of skin showing, leaning into the shot just right. you want it to look effortless, like you couldn’t care less, but you know exactly what you’re doing.

you post it with a simple caption: “huzz hmu”

no explanation needed. it’s clear.

as you stare at the post, your mind drifts back to the photo from earlier, the one of haneul with belle. you replay it in your head—the closeness, the casual touch, like nothing was wrong. and that’s when you decide: this isn’t just about her. it’s about sending a message.

you click back into the group photo julie had posted earlier. your finger hovers over the screen, and with a swift motion, you screenshot it. you crop it just right, zooming in on haneul’s arm around belle’s waist, making sure it’s crystal clear.

then you open your messages, and without hesitation, you send the screenshot to haneul. the caption? just a string of question marks.

question marks. no explanation. she’ll get the message.

you watch as the message status changes to “read” waiting a couple minutes before your phone finally buzzes with a message from her.

you stare at the message from haneul, your finger hovering over the screen. It’s a simple question: “why would you post that??”

you already know that she knows the answer—it’s obvious. you just needed to make it clear. you tap the reply box, fingers itching to type something sharp, but you pause.

instead, you just lean back, letting the question hang in the air for a moment. haneul was always the one to play it safe, to avoid confrontation. you know she won’t come right out and say what she’s really thinking, but she’s still trying to act innocent.

you finally type out a response:

“just thought id remind u whats out there. since u clearly dont care about whats right in front of u.”

you send it before you can second-guess yourself, feeling that familiar mix of satisfaction and frustration swirl in your chest. you know she’s going to take a while to reply, probably scrambling to figure out what to say without starting a fight. she always does.

sure enough, the dots appear. you brace yourself, waiting for the inevitable passive reply.

finally, the message pops up:

neul 💕: “This isn’t about me and Hyewon. You know that, right?”

you let out a light laugh before biting your lip while typing. “really? because it looks like ur trying to make something else happen.”

you can almost hear her hesitating on the other side of the screen. It’s exactly what you wanted—make her question herself, make her feel a little uneasy for once.

the dots flash again.

neul 💕: “I’m not doing anything wrong. I don’t know why you’re acting like this.”

you bite your lip, resisting the urge to snap back immediately. Instead, you let a few seconds pass, then type:

“maybe u should start acting like u care. bc im not gonna wait around while u play games with other girls.”

you press send, leaning back against your pillow, feeling the rush of control that only comes when you have someone exactly where you want them.

you read haneul’s last message, and the corners of your mouth curl into a slight, bitter smile. she’s falling right into it—just like you knew she would. her hesitation, her soft words, it’s all so predictable.

you lean back, letting your phone rest on your lap as you take a deep breath. time to turn the tables. you quickly type out a message, making sure your words are sweet and innocent, laced with just enough guilt to make her feel like the bad guy.

“you know what? im just tired, haneul. i dont even know why i bother sometimes. i thought you cared, but it doesnt feel that way anymore.”

you hesitate, letting that statement sit in your mind for a second. you can practically see her scrambling to figure out how to respond. you know she’s soft, too soft for her own good, and it’s exactly what you need.

you add more, leaning into the act.

“i dont want to feel like im the only one putting in effort. it just hurts, honestly. i just want someone who actually chooses me.”

there it is. you’ve played the victim. you let the message hang there for a while, watching the screen, waiting for her to reply.

seconds feel like minutes.

finally, her message pops up. you can almost feel the weight of her guilt on the other side of the screen.

neul 💕: “I do care about you princess. I’m not trying to hurt you, I swear. I don’t want you to feel like that.”

it’s exactly what you wanted. you smile to yourself, biting back a laugh. she’s swallowing it whole. you’ve got her wrapped around your finger.

you let a long pause sit before replying, letting her stew in her guilt. then, you type, just a little softer this time, letting the “i’m hurt” act run its course.

“i dont know, neul… sometimes it feels like im not enough. i dont want to be a second choice.”

you hit send, knowing this will be the moment she cracks.

-

haneul looks at your last message, her heart sinking. she doesn’t know how to respond, her mind racing with all the things she wants to say but can’t seem to get out. you’re upset, and she wants to fix it, but every time she types something, she feels like it’s not enough.

she stares at the screen, chewing on her lip, retyping the same thing over and over. “You are enough. You’re my first choice, my main priority.” but it feels hollow. it doesn’t feel like it’ll fix anything.

frustrated, haneul slumps back on the couch, rubbing her temples. julie, sitting nearby and watching her struggle, rolls her eyes. “you’re acting like this is the end of the world. just text her back already.”

haneul sighs. “i don’t know what to say to her anymore. she’s making me feel like I’m doing everything wrong.”

julie glances at the phone, then at haneul. “give me that.” she snatches the phone out of haneul’s hand before she can protest.

“julie, no!” haneul starts to reach for it, but julie’s already typing.

“watch and learn,” julie mutters, her fingers flying over the screen with a confidence haneul has seen quite a bit as the groups break up message writer. she doesn’t hesitate, completely bypassing all the guilt and worry haneul has been wrapped up in. Instead, she taps out a slick, direct message:

neul 💕: Yk yn, if you keep acting like this, you’re gonna push me away. Stop acting all hurt and play the game right, or someone else will take your spot.

she looks up at haneul, grinning. “now that’s how you handle it.”

haneul’s jaw drops. “julie, what the hell?! why would you say that?”

julie shrugs nonchalantly. “because it’s true. she needs to stop thinking she’s got you wrapped around her finger. you’re better than that.”

haneul stares at her phone in disbelief. she’s not sure whether to laugh, cry, or scream. the message feels so harsh, but there’s a part of her that knows julie’s right. if she keeps playing the role of the sweet, apologetic one, nothing’s ever going to change.

-

you read “haneul’s” message again, feeling a sharp pang of surprise mixed with frustration.

your fingers hover over the screen as a strange feeling settles in your chest. this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. she’s not playing the game like she used to. she’s not apologizing, not begging. you hate that it feels like she’s finally standing up for herself, and you hate that you’re even considering backing down.

but you won’t. you won’t back down.

you start typing, every word laced with the control you know you still have. “so now im the one in the wrong? you seriously think you can just do whatever you want, haneul? ive been here, trying to make things work, and this is how you treat me?”

you press send quickly, but it doesn’t feel like enough. you need her to see exactly how this is going to play out.

without missing a beat, you type again. “you dont get to just walk away from this. youve never cared about me the way ive cared about you. ive given everything, and this is what i get?

a small, malicious grin curls at your lips as you reread the message. it’s a challenge, and you know exactly how she’ll respond.

but you’re not done. you need her to really feel the weight of what you’re saying, to know that the ball is in her court now.

so, as a final act, you block her number. a small, satisfied smile tugging at your lips. you know exactly what’s going to happen next. she’ll realize she can’t reach you, and then she’ll be the one scrambling to fix things. it’s the perfect move—she won’t be able to ignore the situation for long. you’ve got her right where you want her.

you throw your phone down on the bed and sit back, waiting for her to come to you in the way you know she always does��when she’s desperate enough.

-

back on haneul’s side, the weight of reality crashes down on her. her heart sinks as she tries to reply to you, only to see her messages turn green.

“wait, she blocked me?” haneul’s voice cracks slightly, disbelief washing over her. “why would she do that?”

julie and natty, who’ve been watching intently, both exchange tired glances. it’s becoming painfully familiar.

julie shrugs, not even trying to hide her frustration. “what did you expect, sky? you’ve been walking on eggshells for so long, and she’s always been like this. she gets what she wants, or you’re out.”

natty rolls her eyes, shaking her head. “honestly, this is exhausting. you’re letting her manipulate you again.”

haneul’s eyes dart to the phone, panic starting to creep in. “i need to call her. please, can i use your phone?” she’s almost pleading now, the desperation in her voice unmistakable.

julie hesitates before pushing her phone toward haneul with a sigh. “you really think calling her is going to fix anything? you know what she’s doing, right?”

haneul doesn’t respond, her fingers already tapping over the screen, trying to call you through julie’s phone. she knows it’s probably a bad idea. she knows you’re playing her, but she doesn’t know how to stop. her hands shake as she waits for the call to go through.

as the phone rings, julie and natty exchange a look, both of them silently acknowledging that this is just more of the same. haneul’s too wrapped up in this toxic back and forth to see it.

-

meanwhile, you sit back on your bed, the faint buzz of your phone breaking the silence. the screen lights up with an unknown number, and a smug smirk pulls at the corners of your lips. you already know who it is. haneul.

you take your time before picking up, letting the call ring for a few moments longer than necessary. finally, you swipe to answer.

“hello?” your voice is casual, almost bored, like you’re not even remotely fazed by the call.

there’s a pause on the other end, and you can practically feel haneul’s hesitation. then, her voice breaks through, soft and pleading, “yn… please, i just—”

you cut her off, letting the silence drag for a second before speaking. “what do you want, haneul?” your tone is icy, detached. it’s the calm before the storm, and you know she’s feeling it.

“i… i didn’t mean to hurt you,” haneul starts, her words rushing out, desperate. “i don’t know what’s going on, but blocking me like that… please, just let me explain.”

you can hear the urgency in her voice, and it only makes you feel more in control. you lean back into your bed, not even bothering to sit up, enjoying the power shift. “explain what? that you’re sorry? you always say that. but nothing ever changes, does it?”

haneul’s voice cracks. “i swear i’m trying, yn. i don’t want this to be over.”

you let out a small, fake laugh. “really? because it sure seems like you’re already moving on, huh? hanging out with belle and getting too comfortable with her. it doesn’t exactly scream ‘trying.’”

there’s a long, shaky silence on the other end. you can almost see her scrambling, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to fix it.

“you’re right,” haneul finally whispers, defeated. “i made a mistake.”

you smirk again, your voice dripping with mock sympathy. “a little too late for that, don’t you think?”

the words feel almost too easy to say, but the rush of satisfaction is undeniable. you know she’s not going to give up this easily. she’ll be back. she always comes back.

you sit up a little, the smirk still playing on your lips, as you listen to haneul’s voice crack with guilt and desperation. you know she’s hanging on your every word, trying to figure out how to fix everything. and that’s exactly why you’re going to drag it out.

with a cold, calculated tone, you say, “you know, haneul, if you really want to fix this, if you really want to show me how sorry you are, then maybe we should talk about it in person.”

you pause for a moment, letting the words sink in, before you continue, dragging out the tension. “i think it’s time you come over and prove it. you’ll come to my place, and we’ll talk—really talk. and maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to convince me that this time is different.”

you let the silence hang between you, savoring the way she must be hanging on your every word. you know what’s coming next. you’ve already won.

there’s a long, tense silence on the other end of the phone. you can practically feel the weight of haneul’s hesitation, and you know she’s torn. she knows this is a game, but she’s so deep in it now that she can’t back out.

finally, haneul’s voice breaks through, quiet and shaky. “i… i’ll come. just tell me when.”

a victorious smirk spreads across your face. you knew she couldn’t resist.

you lean back against your pillows, rolling your eyes as if the power is effortless, the game won before it even began. “how about now?” your voice is soft, but there’s a cruel edge beneath it. “come over, neul. we’ll have a real conversation about everything. but make sure you’re ready.”

you hear her swallow, and the uncertainty in her voice is like music to your ears. “okay… i’ll be there soon.”

you end the call without a second thought, feeling the rush of control flood over you. you know exactly what you’re doing, and you can already predict how this will play out. haneul will come. she’ll beg. she’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.

and you’ll be there, sitting back, enjoying the show.

-

haneul hands julie the phone, her mind racing as she processes what just happened. a knot forms in her stomach, the weight of her decision settling in. what is she even walking into? what’s going to happen when she gets there?

“hey, i’m going to her house.” haneul announces to julie and natty, her voice strained and uncertain.

julie’s eyebrows shoot up, her face an unreadable mix of disappointment and frustration. she exhales sharply, shaking her head. “seriously, sky? you’re actually going over there? after everything that’s happened?”

natty just looks at her, her gaze tired but resigned. “i don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself. she’s just going to mess with your head more.”

haneul bites her lip, looking down at her phone as if it’s the only thing grounding her. “i know, but i have to try. i don’t want to give up on this yet.”

julie leans back in her chair, rubbing her temples. “you’re not going to fix anything by letting her control you like this. she’s playing you, haneul.”

“i’ll be fine,” haneul says, her voice shaky but determined. “i just… i need to do this.”

there’s another pause before haneul adds, almost offhandedly, “tell hyewon i said bye when she comes back from the bathroom.”

julie and natty share a glance, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. it’s obvious to them both: haneul is falling deeper into the mess, and she’s not even aware of it. julie opens her mouth to say something, but haneul’s already standing up, walking toward the door with a determined look on her face.

as haneul leaves, julie lets out a soft sigh. “this is gonna end badly.”

natty doesn’t answer. she just watches as haneul walks out the door, knowing there’s no convincing her now.

-

the sound of a knock on your door pulls you from whatever you were doing. you already know who it is before you even get up to answer.

you open the door slowly, and there she is—haneul. standing there in front of you, looking like a kicked puppy. her hair is slightly messy, her forehead slick with sweat despite the cold air outside. it’s almost pathetic how she stands there, her shoulders slumped, looking like she’s already defeated before she even steps foot inside.

you can’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction seeing her like this.

“well,” you say, leaning against the doorframe, taking in the sight of her. “didn’t take you long, huh?”

haneul doesn’t meet your gaze immediately. Instead, she wipes her forehead nervously, eyes darting around the doorway as if looking for some kind of escape. she opens her mouth to say something but hesitates, her words caught in her throat.

“babe…” her voice is soft, hesitant, the usual confident girl nowhere to be found. “i—i’m sorry. i just… i don’t want to lose you.”

you don’t move, just stare at her for a moment longer, letting her squirm. she’s so easy to read, so easy to manipulate. it feels almost too easy.

“you’re sorry? after everything you’ve done?” you raise an eyebrow, stepping back slightly to let her in but making no move to be kind or inviting. “come in.”

haneul takes a step forward, looking like she’s walking into a lion’s den. you close the door behind her with a soft click.

now it’s time to see how much she’ll beg.

haneul stands awkwardly in the middle of your living room, her arms crossed over her chest like she’s trying to hold herself together. her eyes flit around the room, avoiding yours, and the silence between you is thick, suffocating.

you lean casually against the armrest of your couch, arms folded, watching her. she looks so small, so unsure of herself. exactly how you wanted her.

“well?” you say after a moment, your voice cutting through the quiet like a knife. “i’m waiting.”

haneul flinches slightly at your tone, but she forces herself to speak. “i—i didn’t mean for things to get this bad. i just—” she swallows hard, her voice shaky. “i don’t know what to do anymore, yn. you’re upset, and i… i don’t know how to fix it.”

you let out a soft, humorless laugh, shaking your head. “you don’t know how to fix it? really? maybe don’t put your hands all over belle next time. that’s a good place to start.”

her eyes widen slightly, and she stammers, “it wasn’t like that, i swear! she leaned into me, and i didn’t want to make it awkward. i—i wasn’t thinking.”

“of course, you weren’t thinking,” you snap, standing up straighter now, your voice dripping with venom. “you never think about how i feel, do you? i’m always the one who’s supposed to understand, to forgive, to be okay with you running around with your little friends while i’m sitting here, waiting for you.”

haneul’s lip trembles slightly, and she looks like she’s trying not to cry. “that’s not fair, yn. you know i care about you,” she says softly, her words stumbling over themselves. “a-and… sometimes you’re the one who goes out with other people… gets close with them…”

you scoff, taking a step closer to her, watching as she shifts uncomfortably under your gaze. “don’t put this on me, haneul. i’m not the one who messed up. you are. and now you’re here, looking like a kicked dog, hoping i’ll just forgive you because you said you’re sorry. is that it?”

“i’m not trying to turn anything on you,” she says quickly, her voice cracking under the weight of her words. “i just—i feel like you don’t see how much i care. you do things too, yn, and sometimes it hurts, but i don’t—” she cuts herself off, pressing her lips together as her eyes drop to the floor.

you let out a cold laugh, crossing your arms as you take a step closer. “oh, so now i’m the problem? you’re really sitting here, trying to act like you’re the victim, when you’re the one out there with belle? touching her like it’s no big deal?”

haneul shakes her head frantically, her voice rising in desperation. “it’s not like that! i told you, i wasn’t thinking—”

“exactly,” you cut her off, your tone icy. “you weren’t thinking. not about me, not about us. but now you want me to believe you care? after all of this?”

her shoulders slump, and she looks so small, so defeated, that for a moment, you almost feel a twinge of sympathy. but then you remember the photo, the way her hand lingered on belle’s waist, and the bitterness takes over again.

“yn, please,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “i just want to fix this.”

you tilt your head, pretending to consider her words. “fix it, huh? and what exactly are you going to do to fix it, haneul? because right now, i’m not seeing much effort.”

her breath hitches, and she finally looks up at you, her eyes glistening. “i don’t want to lose you, yn. please, just tell me what i can do. i’ll do anything.”

you pause, letting her words hang in the air for a moment. the power shift is intoxicating, and you savor it, tilting your head slightly as you watch her unravel in front of you.

“anything?” you repeat again, this time softer, more venom laced beneath the word.

she nods again, her voice catching as she whispers, “anything.”

without warning, you place your hands on her shoulders and shove her backward onto the couch. she falls easily, her wide eyes locked on yours, and for a split second, you see the surprise flicker across her face.

you swing your leg over her lap, straddling her, your hands pressing firmly on her shoulders to keep her in place. haneul could stop you if she wanted to—you know it, and she knows it. she’s stronger than you, far stronger. her frame alone radiates quiet strength, the kind that could have you off her in an instant. but she doesn’t use it. she doesn’t even try.

her hands hover awkwardly by her sides, unsure whether to touch you or keep them away. her lips part, but no words come out, her expression a mixture of confusion and guilt.

“you’re pathetic, you know that?” you murmur, leaning closer until your faces are just inches apart. her breath hitches, and you can feel the tension in her body as she freezes under you. “all that strength, all that power, and you’re just letting me do this.”

“i—i don’t want to hurt you,” she stammers, her voice small, trembling.

“hurt me?” you echo, letting out a humorless laugh. “haneul, the only person hurting me right now is you. you don’t think seeing your hand on belle’s waist was a slap in the face? or that stupid soft smile you gave her?”

“it wasn’t like that,” she says quickly, her voice rising in desperation. “i told you—it didn’t mean anything! i wasn’t thinking!”

you tilt your head, pretending to consider her words as you trail your fingers down her shoulders, feeling the way she tenses under your touch. “not thinking,” you repeat softly. “you seem to do that a lot when it comes to me.”

“please, yn,” she whispers, her eyes glassy as they search yours. “tell me what to do. tell me how to fix it. i’ll do anything. just—just don’t leave me.”

you smirk, leaning back slightly but not moving off her. “that’s the thing, neul. i don’t think you even realize what you’ve done. but don’t worry—” you pause, letting the tension linger in the air. “i’ll make sure you never forget again.”

she swallows hard, her breath hitching as tears begin to spill down her cheeks. her trembling hands finally find their way to your waist, resting there lightly, as if grounding herself in the moment. her voice is barely audible as she chokes out, “i just want to make this right.”

you lean in closer, your voice a whisper against her ear. “good. because i’m not done with you yet.”

you don’t waste any time, leaning down again, this time with no hesitation, your lips crashing into hers with a force that leaves no room for second guessing. it’s hungry, possessive, your hands tangling into her hair as you press her back against the couch.

haneul lets out a soft gasp against your mouth, her hands tightening on your waist instinctively. she kisses you back just as desperately, her lips moving with yours, matching your intensity. tears are still streaming down her face, the saltiness lingering on her lips and slipping into the kiss. it only adds to the rawness of the moment, her vulnerability making her response even more desperate.

you can feel the way her body trembles slightly beneath you, not from fear, but from the weight of everything between you.

you deepen the kiss, biting down lightly on her lower lip, drawing a quiet whimper from her. it sends a rush of satisfaction through you, knowing you have her exactly where you want her. she could stop this if she wanted to—she’s strong enough to lift you off her like it’s nothing—but she doesn’t. instead, she lets you take what you want, surrendering completely.

her hands finally move, sliding up your back and pulling you closer, her strength barely restrained as she clings to you. the kiss grows hotter, more frantic, like neither of you can get enough.

when you finally pull back, both of you are breathing hard, your foreheads pressed together. her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen, and her wide eyes are locked on yours like she’s completely lost in you.

her hands still gripping you tightly, her gaze flickering between your lips and your eyes. her voice is shaky, tears still threatening to spill over as she whispers, “yn…” it’s quiet, fragile, like she’s pleading for something she can’t put into words.

you lean in again, your lips crashing into hers once more, harder this time, determined to make sure she doesn’t forget who she belongs to.

you can taste the salt of her tears mixed with the sweetness of her lips, a heady combination that drives you wild. the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in this intense, desperate moment.

you feel her cock harden under you, drawing an exaggerated gasp from your mouth. “seems like someone's pleased with this turn of events," you murmur, your voice a low, husky timbre tinged with amusement. you grind on her boner, eliciting a strangled moan from beneath you. her hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction.

her nails dig into your waist, a silent plea for you not to stop. “yn..” she hisses through clenched teeth, her body tensing as she squeezes your waist harder. you just smirk wider and grind down harder.

haneul whimpers beneath you, her struggles growing weaker as you lean in closer, your presence overwhelming, claiming the space between you. her breaths come shallow and uneven, the fight in her fading as you assert your dominance, a quiet, undeniable force that leaves no room for resistance. “please...” she begs, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and submission. “please don't stop...” her legs fall open wider, inviting you to grind against her wood.

you lean down, your face inches from hers, and sneer at her pathetic pleas. “look at you, begging like a little bitch,” you spit in her face. “you're so fucking pathetic."

tears stream down her cheeks as she nods frantically, completely broken down by your harsh words. her voice comes out as a desperate whisper, “please mommy... j-just touch me. make me yours.” her hips buck upward shamelessly, seeking any kind of release from the intense denial.

you get down on your knees between haneul’s thighs, your face level with her lap. you hook your fingers into her waistband and slowly pull down her joggers and boxers, revealing her throbbing length.

“look at this fucking dick, neul,” you sneer, wrapping your hand around the base of her shaft and giving it a few rough strokes. “so hard and ready, just for me, right?”

haneul’s hands fly to her hair, gripping it tightly as she looks down at your face buried between her legs. “fuck, y-yes…just for you mommy.” she whimpers, as you lean forward and wrap your lips around the head, sucking hard and making her whimper in desperation.

you begin to bob your head, taking her dick in and out of your mouth in quick, sloppy motions. you use your hand to jack her off in tandem, twisting and pumping your wrist as you hollow your cheeks and suck her hard.

you feel the older girl’s thick length pulse in your mouth as you work her over, her salty precum coating your tongue. you can hear her desperate whimpers and moans above you, her hands tugging at your hair as she fucks your face with shallow thrusts of her hips.

just as you feel her tensing up, ready to erupt, you suddenly pull back, letting her slick cock spring free with an obscene “pop”. grinning wickedly, you release your grip on her base, denying her that final push she so desperately craves. "not yet, neul,"

you chuckle darkly, blowing a stream of cool air across her overheated flesh. her dick jumps and leaks in response, the tip glistening with a mixture of your saliva and her own excitement. ��i'm not done playing with you yet."

you admire your handiwork - haneul’s face is flushed red, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gasps for air, completely at your mercy. her cock is rock hard and throbbing, aching for release but denied by your tormenting games. "p-please...” she begs for a release.

you wrap your fingers around her straining shaft, stroking her with agonizing slowness at first. each deliberate pump of your hand sends shockwaves through her body, making her shudder and moan.

“cum for me. show me how much you love having my hand on your cock." you speed up your movements, twisting your wrist on each upward stroke.

you start to jerk her off faster, your hand moving up and down her length with increasing pressure. "you're so close, sweetheart. i can feel your dick throbbing in my hand." you lean in and whisper in her ear, "cum for mommy, neul."

her body tenses, and she lets out a choked off whimper as she finds her release, hot and sticky, spurting into your hand. but you don't stop. you keep jerking her off through her entire release, her overstimulated flesh turning sensitive and painful.

as you relentlessly stroke her, the korean girl starts moaning loudly, the sound muffled by you kissing her sloppily, swallowing her noises. her hips buck involuntarily, trying desperately to escape the overwhelming sensation yet desperately seeking more. tears leak from the corners of her eyes as she moans, "mmh…oh shit..."

her cock pulses weakly, overstimulated and sensitive, but you continue the torturous pleasure. "you can't help but love it, can you?" you whisper teasingly. "your pretty little cock is so sensitive and needy..."

you abruptly cease your relentless stroking, leaving haneul’s cock twitching and desperate. she whimpers in confusion and withdrawal, her hips still shuddering. you start to slowly remove your own clothing, teasing her with glimpses of your bare skin.

once you're naked, you crawl back onto the couch and straddle her hips. her eyes widen as she takes in your bare body, her gaze lingering on your curves. without a word, you reach down and guide her still hard (though sensitive) cock to your entrance.

as you slowly sink down onto her sensitive cock, haneul lets out a high pitched whine at the tightness and pressure. her overstimulated flesh struggles to accommodate your warmth, making her whine and squirm beneath you. "y-yn, it's too much!”

despite her protests, haneul’s cock remains rock hard inside you, betraying her body's true desires. you start to grind your hips, drawing more whimpers and gasps from her lips as you stimulate her sensitive tip with each movement. "ah! oh fuck, y-you feel amazing..."

the sensitivity proves too much for haneul, and as you continue to ride her, she can feel her release building too quickly. she tries to warn you, "wait, it's too soon, i’m gonna-" but you ignore her pleas, continuing to move on her.

with a loud, desperate cry, haneul’s body tenses and then convulses as she cums hard and fast inside you. her hot seed spills out, filling you up as she thrashes and jerks beneath you, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasm. “mmh— f-fuck!”

despite her pleas of "p-please, it's t-too much...", you continue to ride the older girl, her still spurting cock milking out every last drop of cum. you soothe her with gentle reassurances, "it's okay, baby... just a little more for mommy..."

her oversensitive cock twitches uncomfortably but remains impossibly hard as you continue your slow grind. tears reform in haneul’s eyes from the mixture of pleasure and intense sensory overload. "m-mommy... it's too sensitive... please... i-i can't..." "you can take it for mommy, my love..."

with a broken cry, haneul’s body starts to shake as she feels another wave of intense pleasure rushing through her. she buries her face in your neck, sobbing and moaning uncontrollably as she starts to shoot blanks, her cock pulsing with each empty spurt. "mommy..."

you hold the girl close, cradling her as she sobs and cries into your neck, her body still twitching and spasming with the aftershocks of her overstimulated orgasm. her blank shots paint your insides, a futile attempt to empty her sensitive cock of its overwhelming load.

as haneul continues to cry and shake, you feel your own orgasm building, the relentless pounding of her sensitive cock against your g-spot finally becoming too much to bear. with a loud, piercing scream, you climax, your inner muscles clamping down on haneul's cock as you ride out your intense orgasm.

her fingers dig into your waist, keeping you pressed firmly against her as your climax triggers another series of blank shots from her exhausted cock. you grip her hair tightly, using it for leverage as you ride out your waves of pleasure. her sobbing moans against your neck only heighten your ecstasy.

“i can't... i can't stop..." she whimpers, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation of being used while so sensitive. her nails dig deeper into your waist, surely to leave bruises, as another empty spurt escapes her.

as both of you slowly come down from your intense orgasms, you gently stroke haneul’s hair, soothing her as she continues to sob softly against your neck. you hold her close, rocking her gently as you try to calm her down. her blank shots slowly taper off as her oversensitive cock finally starts to recover.

haneul finally looks up at you, her tear-soaked eyes wide and full of guilt. “i’m… i’m so sorry, yn… i didn’t mean to disappoint you…” she sniffles, her voice breaking as she searches your face for forgiveness. you tilt her chin up gently, forcing her to meet your gaze, your thumb tracing slowly along her cheek, wiping away the tears that fall like a confession.

“shh, baby,” you whisper, your tone soft, almost affectionate. “it’s okay. i know you didn’t mean to… but you hurt me, neul.” you pause, letting the weight of your words settle, watching the guilt twist her features. “and that’s not what someone who loves me would do, is it?”

she shakes her head desperately, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. “no, no, yn… i swear, i love you. i do. please, believe me…”

you offer her a faint smile, brushing her hair back from her face like she’s something fragile. “then prove it,” you say, your voice gentle, yet laced with an undeniable finality. “block belle’s number. delete her. she’s only coming between us, neul. and we don’t need anyone else, do we? just you and me, baby.”

her breath hitches, and she clings to you tighter, as if holding on will erase the tension that lingers between you. “i promise,” she chokes out, her voice trembling. “i’ll do it right now. i’ll block her. i don’t want anyone else. just you…”

you hum softly, your fingers combing through her hair in a way that’s both soothing and possessive. “good girl,” you murmur, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of her head. “i knew you’d make the right choice. you always do… because you love me, don’t you?”

“i do,” she whispers, her voice a desperate plea. “i love you more than anything…”

you smile, satisfaction blooming in your chest as you pull her impossibly closer, her dependence on you sinking deeper with every word, every touch, every breath.

her ahh angry over a pose 🙄 get a load of this guy

anyways hope u guys enjoyed lolz asshole yn for the win ??

[leverage-ot3]

sorry to keep personal posting but my day fucking SUCKED and ended with me dropping one of my brand new earrings from a set that I just finished cleaning down the drain, took the sink apart and still couldn’t find it 🙃

if y’all feel like asking a leverage/misc question for thoughts or headcanons I’d love to answer them in the morning! or even if you just want to say something about your day- I just like hearing from you guys 💖

[itsmiyamore]

Marry me.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

what 93 clip are we talking abt..

Its that scene from the last episode of 92 where jeans all How Much Do You Love Charles Xavier and eriks blows up all How Dare You Ask Such A Question I Owe That Man My LIFE or w/e

[thedrotter]

i thought i had already made a full boss phase 1 yuuichi drawing before but then I checked and ive only doodled him!!! so i had to draw him😊

(+bonus doodle)

[sskk-manifesto]

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[cabeswaterdrowned]

[yourockthebeatofmyheart]

Nope (2022), dir. Jordan Peele

[rosicheeks]

Have you ever thought about PayPal so your Australian fans can buy lil miss Rosi nudes? 🤭🥺

I’m sorry I’m never going to use PayPal 😔

BUT I do have another option for my Australian friends 😌

[roscolate]

THIS IS ALL SO EPIC AND INTENSE HOLY CRAP 😨😨😨

Me to Luigi after Bowser nearly hurts Peach and smacks Lumalee:

ACT 1

ACT 2

ACT 3 - 1 <<< 18 / 19 / ???

Sorry this took so long! I was struggling to figure out how to make the action sequence go, but then I cheated and just added knocked out enemies in the background 💀. Oh man oh MAN I am impatient about the next couple of update UUUGHHHH MAAAARIIIIOOOOOOOOO

Reunion Hug beckons me to hurry up it’s so close I can TASTE IT

[toji-bunny-girl]

bartender toji fucking the living daylights out of us after a nasty breakup ? also have a nice day

ON THE H★USE !!

#𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐆 ⟢ bartender!Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader #𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺 ⟢ riding the hot bartender after a break up is the least expected thing you’ll ever think of #𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⟢ alcohol, pet names, foreplay, fingering, teasing, grinding, pre-cum, no protection, creampie, car sex, nipple play, squirting, size difference, big dick toji papa, alpha toji with xxxxxxxxl dick, multiple orgasm, one-sided drunk sex (?), power play, I’m so lazy to do tags, who even reads content warnings tbh #𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻 ⟢ 4k #𝑨/𝑵 ⟢ don’t let this flop guys I spent way too much time on this when I should be studying for my exam 😭

“Plus, he literally had to beg me to act like I was cummin’ when he stuck his sorry excuse of a dick in me!” your eyelids hung heavily over your eyes as you exclaimed, brows shooting down in a frown. “Get a load of that guy, am I right?”

“He doesn’t pay for your stuff, and he can’t fuck good?!” Toji teasingly mirrored your tone as he manoeuvre behind the bar, uniform taut from the way he natchly flexed his arms; the bottles clinking as he worked deftly to craft out the beverage you ordered. “What a man.”

It has been 2 hours since you’ve been rambling on about your ex-boyfriend, and the ravenette felt like he’d known this stranger for years—all of his secrets and traits aired into his ears. Albeit, it was getting a bit boring, with the same repeated stories tumbling out of your voluble mouth. But still, he enjoyed chuckling at your adorable insobriety, fuelled by drunken mania. 

“Here you go, princess,” a small tug lifted the ends of his scarred lips when your eyes patently glimmered at the newly served alcohol. “It’s the last I can give you, we’re closing…” Toji’s eyes momentarily flickered to his watch, “in 7 minutes.”

“Oh, okay!” you deliriously yawped, downing the beverage into your liqueur-brimmed system before handing him your card, which you aimlessly threw at him, not even lucid of your motions. “Just swipe it.”

Toji simply brushed it off, taking it towards the other side of the counter. He's used to unintentional antics like yours, as long as the tab was paid off he has no problem with them. 

15,900 yen. 

The digits flashed past his eyes like stars, igniting a luminous glint in his dark emerald orbs. Hell, was it a sum to casually splurge on at some mid-high bar? He’s got a pretty girl with probably an equally pretty amount of personality in her wallet, sprawled on the bar top wailing about her broken heart. 

Oh, how he would love to play saviour. 

“Here, princess. Time to go home,” he tapped your card onto the counter after the successful transaction. His gruff voice was low as you drifted further from your haywired consciousness and towards a delicious drowse. You didn’t move when he neared your face, attempting to marshal up your scattered coherence by calling into your ear. 

Toji sighed as he leaned back onto his feet, and crossed his bulky arms, pondering the ways to get you out of the otherwise empty bar. 

It was 12:58 am and the other inebriated customers had gone out by themselves or with their friends dragging them along. Except for you, softly snoring on the sticky counter. 

His coworker shrugged at him when the ravennette glanced at the shorter male for help. “Just get her out of here. I’ll clean up the rest, and you owe me this one,” always so kind—how Toji wished he could smooch that man right then. 

“Thanks, man,” Toji’s eyes curved in moon crescents, before settling his sight onto your dozed frame. His finger pressed against your temple, and your head lolled to the side in suit of a light push; a trail of drool slipping past your plump lips. You were completely and utterly out of it, huh?

Grasping onto your arm, the male lightly shook you awake, the warmth from his calloused palm stimulating your nerves vivified. “Hey, Mr. Bartender…” you had an uneven smile on your crooked lips, sleepiness bubbling into the air with every laggard blink as you breathily chuckled. “Are you gonna bring me home?”

“I don’t know about that, princess,” his tone was syrupy sweet and it licked the ends of your lips upwards into a velvety grin. “But we gotta go now. Come on,” Toji’s hands came to yours, gently pulling you off of the bar stool. You followed after his guide, slipping your card into your pocket before frisking behind him like a lamb to the door. 

The burly male turned to his wrist after the door swung close in the wake of your exit, checking his watch; it read 1:04 am. The train station is closed and it’s going to kill his conscience if he leaves you by the streets like he always does with intoxicated male customers. He has no idea where you stay anyway—best to call a friend of yours to take you home. 

“(Y/N)?”

A grating, vexatious voice called. The two of you swivelled your gaze to the source to find your cheating, insipid creature of an ex with an arm thrown over some chick’s shoulders, chortling at the unstable mess you were. Your eyes were puffy and tumid from the hours of crying slash ranting session, and you were anything but lucid from the way you looked. 

How fucking lucky.

“What you got going on here? Getting kicked out of a bar?” your ex taunted, nearing his face to yours as you narrowed your eyes at him. 

“Y-You…as—”

“Have the lady some of her space, buddy,” Toji’s authoritative voice prevailed over yours as he pushed the male away, rendering him to helplessly stumble backward into a fall. The woman in his arm hid her giggle with a gasp before helping his fuming ass up, his face beet red from his ignominious tumble. 

“Who are you?” he barked, eyelids flying open to show the hidden whites and teeth bared in belligerence. 

“A man who can make her cum, without begging her to fake it,” the woman burst into a half-concealed snicker when the ravennette broke the air with his unanticipated words. Your face grew to be saturated with ardent red, from both the intoxicant that coursed through your veins and the sentence you thought you had heard.

“I call it bullshit,” your ex spat with his upper lip pulled up in disrelish. There’s a flash of humiliation in his glare—he knew Toji seemed better than him and it killed him to know you’ve got suitors who are way out of his league. 

“It’s true,” you tapped Toji’s metallically stiff chest with a twisted, satisfied smirk on your rat-arsed face. “He toootally didn’t just stick his dick in me and call it a day, y’know?”

“Fucking whore.”

“What d’ya say?!” you screeched, ready to pounce on the asshole. “I sent you to the ER once, and I’ll do it again!”

“Alright, that’s enough, princess,” Toji tenaciously held onto your arm, and you’re stuck by him even without him using much strength. “We don’t want you dirtying your hands, do we?” 

A nasty shove met the male’s chest, knocking the air out of his lungs when he hit the ground. It was merely a fraction of Toji’s force, and it already had the male choking to breathe on the ground. 

“Speak to her like that again, and it’s not going to be just a push,” you could hear the rise of a dour, serrated threat in his tone, and it begot the asshole to cower back in trepidation. 

Pussy, Toji grimace. Albeit he was no saint himself but he absolutely despises the ilk of guys your ex filtered into—boisterous and a bully to women, yet nothing but a trifling mutt in front of men.

A tug of his arm, and your limbs wrapped around his wretched him out of his state of visceral contempt. “Take me home!” you ineptly exclaimed, a gruntled grin on your adorable, roguish face. 

Briefly riveting his baleful gaze onto the splayed male on the bitumen, Toji steered you uphill towards the parking lot as you clumsily tottered aside him. 

The encounter with the small-dick fucker sure rendered him more understanding of your evening of outburst. Plus, for you to be cheated on that piece of work was truly the icing on the cake. “Poor you, huh?”

“Forget ‘bout him! You were so cool I almost cummed right there and then,” you teasingly giggled as you peered at him through your heavy eyelids. 

Fuck—it’s no good for you to be saying that with that look on your face. 

His eyes rest ahead the road as you soon come to near the bright red C8 Corvette the woman he’s estranged with had previously gifted him, the car standing out amongst the parked vehicles like a sore thumb. 

Your eyes scintillated in awe when the car luridly flashed and beeped in the night, “That’s yours?!” you cried aloud, frisking all the way to the car, before stumbling over thin air and nearly jolting forward into a fall. Luckily, Toji was quick enough to catch you by your arm, saving your knee a painful event of bloody excoriation. “Oopsie daisie.”

Cute, Toji chortled. 

Jumping into the vehicle, the potent roar of the engine cut through the midnight air after you’ve settled neatly in the passenger seat, the only thing missing was the safety belt that was supposed to secure your form. Reaching to your side, Toji’s hand briefly brushed over your exposed thigh, the hem of your short dress riding up to merely cover your panty. 

A soft, almost inaudible noise fled your lips, and his eyes laid on your face, the faint, intimate gold beam from the street lamp illuminating your glowing features. Your orbs were luminous through the dark, and it roused an innate lasciviousness that lay dormant in his core. 

The liquor that flowed through your blood vessels had not quelled through the lapse of time, but it did not take away your clarity to feel the tension that electrified the air molecules into sweltering magnetism. And gosh do you want to snatch the constriction in the atmosphere and tear it through your canines. 

“Touch me,” you whispered, so soft and vulnerable Toji could seemingly snap you in half with just a touch. 

“You’re drunk, princess,” he reminded, yet he remained unshifted over your smaller frame, his hand merely a molecule from your tempting flesh that sang for his warmth. 

“No,” you were firm. Something in you purled, bubbling a heavy, demanding need to have him devour you. “I want you,” your breath was hot, scorchingly so; airy and desperate. 

“You want me?” his hand fell to your wrist, grasping your soft skin under his heavy hold, and guiding you over to his seat, straddling his lap. His gaze cut through your eyes, daubing pressure against your jumbled nerves, his intensity threatened to slice through the silky jugular of your vulnerability. And you nearly moaned under his eyes.

You gingerly nodded at him, and you thought the knit between your brows was enough to speak for your neediness. 

His grip on your wrist tightened a fraction before you missed the heat radiating from his palm. “Careful, princess. You might regret this,” he had paved a way out, it’s a leave it or fuck it situation served beneath your fingertip—and all the atoms in your body leaped into the growling blaze in the abyss residing in his essence. 

“Please,” your voice was barely a note above a mumble, yet the weight of your single word mitigated any marshalled resistance in him. 

His hands slid up your thighs, inching under your dress, sending tingles to your throbbing core. The intensity that radiated from him ceased to waver as he leaned against your neck, brushing against your skin as you gulped. Dark, ashen clouds drew above the emerald forest of his before he spoke, almost threateningly against your throat, “I want you to remember every single detail of this in the morning.”

With a breathless nod, you had swung the floodgates of your amenability open to his guttural thirst. The heavy, rapacious waves of your desires crash into superposition. You were the fuel and he was the fire, together the air detonated into space. 

His wet lips met yours in a whim, sucking onto your flesh until it stung, greedily tasting every crook and cranny of your wet cavern with the bumps of his tongue. You moaned into his mouth as your hands flew to clutch onto his head, deepening the kiss to reach his insides while his rough fingers sank into the plump flesh of your ass. 

Your lips burned with his saliva, and his tongue fluttered with yours. The atmosphere felt all-consuming, gripping onto your throat and restricting the air from flushing down your windpipe. Yet, your core pulsed between your thighs, an excited blaze slowly roaring into something bigger than you could handle. 

Your chest rose and fell in a quick tempo when you snatched your lips away from his, grasping as much air as you could within a second before you dove right into him. Albeit your sight was hazy, you caught sight of the luminous flush that panned over his cheeks. 

Pretty, pretty. You chanted in your head as your hands slid down to his clothes, clumsily popping the buttons off of the garment that kept the warmth of his skin away from your touch. You want him, you want him. 

Your fingers nearly melted when they met his hot, sinewy chest, and Toji’s teeth sank a little too hard into your bottom lip when you teased his nipples under your touch, innervating them hard with every flick. The salient bulge in his pants rolled against your folds, merely separated by an annoying piece of your underwear, and your moans jumbled into each other’s mouths

“Fuck, princess. You’re driving me crazy,” Toji breathily groaned when your sloppy lips sundered apart, a hot string of mixed saliva connecting your swollen, red lips together. His large hands lifted your ass up into the air as he palmed them, the warmth from him sending a snuggly sensation through your body. “It’s no fun when only you get to tease.”

Your eyes playfully gleamed, before the light shot out of the crater of your orbs—his finger pressed against your sodden panty, damp with arousal. The tingles shyly reached through your belly as he rubbed your hardening bud, and your body shuddered against his. 

“You’re not playing fair,” he murmured against your jaw, leaving trails of bruised kisses down your jugular. His hand left your heat just as the high came close to your clutch, leaving you with nothing but the lingering cold touches of his. 

With a defeated sigh, you ground your knee against his growing hardness, your finger shyly rubbing against the clothed tip of the constrained mount, the spot slowly growing dark from amativeness. 

Toji sunk deeper into the headrest as you touched him, his exposed chest ceaselessly rising and falling. His breath hitched in his throat when you twirled his sensitive nipple between your fingers; your heated exhales warming the side of his neck as his grip almost painfully firmed onto the fat of your ass. 

You didn’t allow his peaking orgasm to come through, forcing yourself off of his sore, throbbing erection, and your teeth bared into a dirty smile. “I am playing fair.”

“You want to test me, princess?” he chuckled, the bassy timbre of his scratching the knot of an itch inside your ears. A gasp leaped out of your throat as your body jolted forward, his seat clicked backward to its maximum taut, “I’ll make you cry for more.”

You found your back nestled in his stead, your thighs spread open with his calloused hand slipping down your supple flesh. His fingers tapped nearer and nearer to your heat, before slipping off your soiled panty. 

“So fuckin’ wet,” Toji sucked an inhale through his teeth as he leered at your dripping sex—thick, rough thumb fluttering friction on your clit once again. Your eyelids flitted shut as you softly moaned against the air, the smell of your arousal filled the confinement of the car; the scent nearly making him growl when it panged hard against his nostrils. 

You watched as Toji slipped a thick finger into your velvety folds, feeling it trodding past your walls. Your heat snugly enveloped him as he filled your inside with another digit, his two fingers pressing, and running themselves over your slick cunny. “Gotta stretch you good for me, princess.” 

Your back inched into the seat with a contented sigh, enjoying the build-up of ticklish pressure stacking up your tummy. Toji was ridiculously dexterous with his fingers—deftly stroking your cunt, and quick to find the spot in you that innervated your pure senses with a ting. 

“S-Shit—” your body was subservient to his touches; your spine curved into an arch, your toes curled tight and your fingernails dug into the flesh of his arm. “M’feel so good. Toji—fuck,” it was as if his fingers were gilded in Eros’ heavenly blessing, the godly grace spilling into your pleasure. Tears began prickling at the sides of your eyes from how hard you were squeezing them, your flailing legs kicking against the dashboard of his car. 

“So pretty when you cry,” Toji groaned under his breath, his damp restraints painfully throbbing from the way your squelching walls tightened around his fingers—oh, how he fucking wish it was his cock in you right there and then. 

His touches were singing your walls into melting squirts of drool, pearls of arousal weeping between your thighs in the wake of his careful strokes. Never were you touched in such a way, and you felt like balling from how good it felt. “M’ close! M’gonna cum! Oh my gosh—!”

“Come on. Cum for me, princess,” you could hear his smirk in his voice as pleasure kissed your senses, fluttering through your electrified nerves and sending a jolt of tingles all over your body. Your mouth was lax open into an ‘o’, nails marking his skin as they sank deeper into his arm, and your walls tightly spasmed with a wave of rough euphoria cracking your bones weak. You fucking came from his mere fingers. 

Your eyes bat open with your lips sundered from your pants, your face ardently glowing from your subduing high. “Fuck…” your wet thighs quivered from the sheer force of your orgasm, and you blinked in disbelief. 

Over 2 decades of living and it was the first time cumming from a real man, not your fingers nor toys. But the brawny, sex-dripped male slipping your dress off of your spent body. 

You almost fell in love. 

Pushing him down the driver’s seat, you crawled over Toji’s firm thighs, running your finger from his chest to his muscle-packed abdomen, then down to the wristband. You were flickering to take charge, and he sank down to your guidance, rough palms resting on your hips. 

Your dress was off, divulging the bare curves of your body, sweat-glazed skin iridescent under the moonbeam and your sex-flushed features were begging for him. You look so, fucking, perfect that he had to bite down the need to ruin you on the spot. 

His hips impatiently thrust upwards into your sticky cunt, grinding his pack against you, urgency in his essence demanding your heat. “Don’t keep me waiting now,” he purred, with a silent warning tagging behind his words. 

Your fingers tugged the waistband of his pants along with his briefs, a drive in you matching his pacing hastiness. His shaft sprang out of its painful confinement, and your eyes nearly popped out from the sheer look of his cock. 

He was oozing with sticky pre-cum from his angry, red tip, throbbing veins ran from the base of his length to the curved head—the size of him bigger than any you’ve seen. The smell of his masculine essence hit your senses and a new pool of arousal began drawing in your tummy, your pussy walls squeezing in empty neediness.

“There’s no backing out now, princess,” Toji’s fingers firmly gripped onto your ass, lifting you over his cock, hovering.

“Who said I’m backing out?” you gulped, before lowering yourself down, his fat cockhead kissing your pussy lips before your hips greedily sank down his length, oblivious to the crackle of tingles it would send to your nerves.

“Careful there,” he teased with a chuckle as you let out an instinctual gasp from the way his girth stretched past your velvety walls, the slick sound of your arousal-dripped cunt, and his heavy shaft bubbled into the air, and scorched your cheeks red.

“M-My gosh…” you cried as your hazy gaze fell to the bulge jutting from the inside of your tummy, your walls taut with his heavy cock buried inside you. “I’m s’full, Toji.”

“Mhm,” he cooed, brushing his hands over the sides of your smooth thighs. “But you gotta start moving, baby.”

Gingerly, you lift your hips up before slowly inching them down his length. Your walls clenched as your sex rubbed friction, and you could feel every pulsing vein of his just as he could feel your fluttering warmth.

“Feel good, princess?” Toji asked breathily, your head faintly nodded, but there was a hint of a dubious glint in your fallen gaze, your knees lifting and sinking your weight.

“I need your help…” your voice cracked in disappointment as you paused, tears of frustration edging by your eyes. You couldn’t seem to grasp a steady pace no matter how long you painfully rode.

“What d’ya say?”

Your orbs looked as though they were melting off of your sweat-glazed skin, blinks of fervourish plea clawing from your drunken gaze into his. “Please, Toji,” your voice hitched, and you’re humping his pelvis. “Please…I want to feel good.”

Aww. How fucking adorable.

You yelped when you felt yourself being raised and slammed down his cock, your folds burning with every stretch of your walls. And it feels so good. “Y-Yes…” your eyes closed shut, fingers scrambling to grip his locks. “T-Toji—mhaa!”

“You’re so fuckin’ cute screaming my name,” the curve of his tip perfectly kissed your g-spot with each piston of his hips, and every time the twitching head of his meat met your gummy part, it sent a flash of electricity up your spine.

“S-Sho good—” you slurred through your words, weighed head lolling idly to every thrust of his fat cock.

“No one can get you dripping off their cock like this, huh?”

“Mmh—yes!” the space between your brows was crumpled into a tensed frown, your hips bouncing up and down his thick girth with his hands guiding your pace. “I love it! I love your cock!”

Toji let out a low groan when you cried, bucking himself deeper into your sloppy mess of a cunt and kissing the surface of your cervix. “Fuck—I love an honest girl.”

Your muscles nearly melted off of your bones as he continued to fucked himself deeper than you’ve ever felt, reaching the parts you didn’t know could be touched and your features dropped with his touches on your deep intimacy. A fierce sear of heat burned through your tingling womb, and it threatened to consume your body whole. “M’ cummin’! Toji—!”

“I know, I know, let it out f’me. Come on,” he grunted, keeping his grip firm on your arms as he fucked himself hard and deep into you. He could feel your squelching cunny clench, so tight as for the purpose of milking him on the spot. “Keep bouncin’ on my cock, yeah?”

“Nngh—No more!” you squealed. “N-No—” his thumb drew between your shaking thighs and greedily swiped over your blushing clit. Your fingernails sank into your palms as you gripped for dear sanity, his cock continuously violating your fluttering spots until they grew sore.

“I can make you feel better, princess,” he mumbled tinglingly against your neck, sinking his teeth down your flesh to hold back a shaky moan. His pleasure was inching to fly to release, and your tight clutch onto his shaft was nothing but a catalytic lure.

“S’ hurts—please!” your babbles were almost indecipherable as he rammed into your sore cunt, his fingers digging into your soft flesh holding onto you tenaciously; pushing you right to the edge of oblivion as he clung onto his nearing release.

“Cum f’me again, baby?”

“M’can’t! Still sensitive—!” you cried before another orgasm shot through your core. You felt as if you were sent up into the ether, stars teeming through your body as the waves of pleasure sent you on a vertigo ride. Your gasps dragged through your lips, your eyelids hung heavily over your bleary eyes, with tears slipping down your hot cheeks.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—M’close too, baby,” Toji swore through his bared teeth, his cock painfully twitching as thick semen surged through his tip—his hips rolled as your cunt squeezed his remaining sanity, popping them like fireworks before they burst into nothingness.

Your essence squirted out of your tensed cunny, shooting with his mixed cum that dripped down his belly. Your breaths shaky and hot with heightened senses, your sticky sex pulsing in overstimulation.

Exhausted, you fell prostrated on top of his hard muscle-built body, head undulating with the ups and downs of his heaving chest. And slowly, your cognisance drifted back into your mind, the aftermath of everything—the alcohol and the sex, pummelled into you like a heavy truck. Unforgivingly so.

“Toji…I really feel like pukin—”

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~•♡•~ I Like It Long

➳ Summary: While out on a run, you and Michonne start lightly teasing Daryl for having his hair grown out. But there's a hidden reason as to why he won't cut it. (Daryl x Fem!Reader)

➳ Setting: Alexandria, post Savior war

➳ Word count: 1.4k

➳ C/W: Just smut n hair pulling

➳ A/N: This spawned from me writing the context plot of another fic and I was like… wait (And thank yall for the attention on that Mother's Day post??? Yall are so sweet 😭🫶)

My hair is really similar to Daryl's when it's partially or almost dry and it's actually my favorite thing about myself like xbsosjdjdneisnsiasjebeiisjabajissn

You loudly banged your forearm against the glass door of a long abandoned drug store, not hearing any noise inside. Vines and weeds had grown through cracks in the concrete, winding up the sides of the building.

“Sounds pretty clear,” You shrugged, holstering your bow and opting for hand-held blades as Michonne pulled open the handle. You, her, and Daryl were clearing through a nearby town while out on a supply run, opting to make quick work of the task in favor of getting home.

You three entered the building, keeping your guard up in case of any straggling walkers that weren't roused by the initial attempts to lure them towards you. The interior wasn't large, so you could comfortably split off from each other and still be close.

“Seems mostly ransacked. Not much left,” Michonne commented, katana lowered but out in front of her. This had begun to grow repetitive and boring, energy matching the grayness of the lighting.

She took a pair of hair cutting shears off the shelf in front of her, holding them up to your gaze a few isles over. “Think he could use these?” She asked as a smile played the edges of her mouth, nodding back towards Daryl, looking for mischief. His hair had grown quite long over the course of the last two years, the tawny blond darkening into a rich brown, accompanied by a shaggy cut.

“Oh definitely. Jus’ gotta determine which onna us can hold him down long enough to cut it,” You replied with a chuckle, eyes following hers to where the archer stood at the endcap of another lane.

“Shuddup, will ya?” Daryl scoffed, shaking his head with grunt. His gaze didn't break from the advertisement in front of him, trying to ignore your antics. “Ts'fine.”

“Gotta make use of whatever supplies we find, no?” You continued your teasing, trying to hide the grin on your face at his reaction. “You were sweatin’ like a pig all summer, hair tangled all over yer face ‘n what not. When was the last time you cut it?”

“Don’ kno’, don’ care,” He grumbled, and you eyed Michonne again. It's definitely been since the prison, at least. He moved on from the stand. “Plus, winter up ‘ere's gon be colder. Will keep me warm.”

“Daryl, you're ‘bout the only one who didn't freshen up since we got to Alexandria. Don't you at least want a trim?” Michonne pestered, raising her eyebrows at him and shifting her weight to one leg. “You remember Rick's whole hobo-beard.”

“Ain't got no ‘hobo-beard’.”

“But you do look like the only ‘scissors’ you know is the recently searched on your go to porn site,” Michonne chaffed, barely able to contain herself.

Daryl froze for just a second, face flushing as his head whipped to stare back at her. And you two burst out laughing, to which his expression soured.

“Give it up, alrigh’?! Ain't nothin’ wrong with mah hair!” He snapped, accent thick with embarrassment, bowing his head slightly in an effort to obscure it. He readjusted his hold on his crossbow. “Gon shoot tha botha ya.”

“Ay, ay! Jus’ sayin’. Rick scrapped the beard and… maybe you'll finally get some play too,” She winked, followed by a lighthearted snicker.

Daryl groaned again and rolled his eyes, beginning to walk off, but caught your gaze for just a second.

It's not that he didn't want to cut his hair - he didn't care about it – but he wasn't really allowed to either way. There was one major, sexy, moaning reason he didn't cut his hair.

❥-》》—————➣

“Oh, god, Daryl! Fuck! Don't stop… god don't stop,” You cried out, hands clutching his shoulders as your nails began to dig into his flesh. His grip on your hips was bruising, keeping you steady as he pounded up into you at a relentless pace. That grip was the sole thing grounding you in the reality of the present moment.

“Ain't gon stop,” He affirmed, voice gravelly. You moaned wildly, head weakly falling to his chest with exacerbated breaths, his own heaving against your temple. He leaned closer when he could, harshly sucking at your clavicle and boobs, leaving behind a litter of hickeys and little bites that colored you in reds and purples.

The springs of the bed beneath you sounded like they were gonna fold in on themselves, headboard sporadically banging against the wall as Daryl shifted down a little to hit into you at an angle, your clit brushing against him with each thrust. Your back arched overtop of him, shoving his dick into your belly.

“Baby, please… fhuuuckkkk.” You couldn't even think, every thought consumed by the feeling of him. The way he just destroyed you like it's an art he'd mastered, tip brushing against every sweet and sensitive spot inside you, walls desperately trying to cling on, balls hitting up against you, clit grinding on him, slickness coating his pelvis and your inner thighs, his clutch on you just so fucking strong.

You pulled yourself together, lifting your head to see him. His long hair was dark and dampened with sweat, matting up as it stuck to his forehead, obscuring part of his vision. But he was too focused on using you to fix it, didn't dare to remove his hands unless God willed him to.

You moved up, swiping it away, and his blue eyes instantly connected with yours, pupils blown with lust. He (somehow) sped up, starting to slam your hips up and down to meet him instead of just keeping them stationary, now just beating your cunt.

“Tha's it girl. Jus’ keep takin’ me good like tha’.”

His words made you shiver, and you partially fell forward again, nestling your face beside his and snaking an arm behind his head. Your fingers weaved through his messy hair, tangling at the scalp, then tugging harshly as another wave of pleasure ripped through you.

And he whined. There it is. His breathy gasps and grunts mingled with strained whines, and whimpers, as you pulled tighter and tighter at the roots of his locks. His face contorted, eyes nearly squeezing shut, that one vein bulging from his neck, directly on the verge of so much.

“Daryl… inside.., Dar-” You panted, cut off as everything went white and you hit your peak. Your whole body felt electrified, tensing, twitching, walls spasming, toes curling and claws clinging to his frame.

Daryl tipped over the edge almost immediately after, having just been waiting for you to cum first. He desperately pumped into you a few more times, before curving up once more and simultaneously ramming you down as he came deep in you, the warmth of his release spreading through your core, and he threw his head back with ragged breaths.

You were both left a sweaty mess, gasping for oxygen, feeling full and satisfied. Your muscles couldn't keep you up, and you collapsed onto him, loosening your hold at his scalp, his hold on your hips doing the same.

He recovered a bit quicker than you, bringing a hand up and brushing your own messy hair away the second he had the energy to do so.

“Ya alrigh’, sunshine?” He asked between hitches, hoping he hadn't been too rough. He soothingly rubbed his palm over the curve of your body where bruises were sure to form.

You nodded faintly, moving your head so you could breathe better, and you could feel him relax beneath you from the reassurance. He held you tenderly for a while, giving you time to regain your composure. Your eyes were closed in bliss. Few things beat the feeling of Daryl under you, rising and falling with his torso, hearing his low humming as he steadied himself – his softening cock still buried deep inside you, cum ever so surely beginning to dribble down.

You lazily remained in his arms, not wanting to deal with getting up, or the shower you two definitely needed. You took a strand of his hair, affectionately curling it around your finger like a tendril, then letting it go and repeating.

“Ya actually want me tah cut ma hair?” He eventually asked, thinking back to your light mocking from earlier, how you'd laughed as Michonne layered it on. It didn't matter much to him, he'd do whatever pleased you.

“Fuck no. Was just messin’ with you, Dixon,” You replied, kissing the skin of his collarbone right below you, and moving up to find his lips. “You know I like it long.”

The long hair suited him, he looked good with it. You loved to wash and play with it, brush and braid it while he laid in your lap. But mainly, it was easy to grab at, pull on – and close to nothing in existence sounded better than those whines and whimpers every time you did so.

©corvidcrossbow 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified or adapted to other platforms. My work may be translated only if asked and with proof of given consent.

[dwaekkicidal]

Lessons

˚ʚfwb!Bang Chan x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Just a regular session of your best friend helping you learn Korean <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1.6k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, nicknames; ‘honey and good girl,’ pvssy slaps, playful ass&thigh spanking, Chris calls himself Daddy once lol, rough sex, creampie (try to pee after sex pls <3)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: max and I spoke about this a few weeks ago and it was soo hot so I wanted to write something for it,,, but then I lost motivation for it for a while😭 anyways hope u enjoy <3

OH and thank you for 700 followers!! (im late so now so ~25 away from 800) :''') I have something planned for if/when I hit 1k hehe, Love u guys :>

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

After you had moved to Korea, you made it your sole goal to be completely fluent in Korean as soon as possible. You knew the basics and some vocabulary that got you through day-to-day encounters, but holding an actual conversation past introductions was rather difficult. So, this is how you found yourself in your current situation. Your best friend and fuck buddy of 2 years giving you weekly Korean lessons.

And this? This was a normal thing between you both. Sitting in his lap practicing while he sits there explaining things and kneading your thighs mindlessly. It was a normal occurrence! The only difference is you usually wore sweats or some sort of bottom that would cover your legs more. Today was one of the hotter days of the week, so you disregarded the extras and opted to only wear one of his shirts, nothing else.

His hands rubbed eagerly up and down your thighs, squeezing the flesh like he does with soft pillows. Again, it was normal, but today he seemed to be restless with his movements. You couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath when he mindlessly squeezed the flesh of your inner thigh rather roughly while he translated a word you couldn’t figure out. “What is up with you today? You’re more touchy-feely than usual.”

“Sorry haha. Had a long day so I’m fidgety.. And you know I can’t resist you in nothing but my shirt.” You only hummed in response. You believed what he said, but you also knew that he wasn’t stupid and that the apology was not for his roughness as much as it was for how riled up he knew you were getting. He was never actually sorry about being physically affectionate with you, but you both knew how you tended to get very horny when his hands were on you so desperately.

“Mmmm.. Let me play with you a little while you read, okay?” You shake your head and push your study items away, pulling a laugh from him when you mumbled out ‘Fuck that, I need you.’

“None of that hahaha. Focus on the reading, honey.” He said, placing a kiss on your cheek before leaning down and biting into your neck. You groaned and leaned back into him, grinding against him in an attempt to make him fold in your favor. He let the first few grinds pass as he left hickeys along your neck, but the second your hands cupped him through his shorts he grabbed your hips to still your movements.

“Hey.“ The commanding tone in his voice caught you off guard and had your hands immediately stop in their tracks. “Stop that. You’re going to finish reading this text and then I’ll fuck you nice and good.”

“It’s not that serious, Chris. It's just a few paragraphs, we can do it after or just skip out this week.. Plus it’s your fault I’m this horny anyways.” The attitude in your voice makes him narrow his eyes, and then he grabs your chin and angles you to look back at him.

“Watch your tone. And I’m not gonna tell you again,” His hand grabbed both of yours and placed them on the table before moving to spread your legs open for him. Then, he finishes his sentence and enunciates each word with a harsh smack to your bare cunt. “Finish. Reading. The. Article.” The last one comes off harder than the others and it pulls a squeal from you, making your hands shoot down and wrap around his wrist while your legs slam shut against his hand. He grabs from your inner knee and hooks your legs over his, keeping you spread for him, and he pulls your book closer again.

You can feel the teasing smile on his face after he places a kiss on your cheek and then speaks against it. “You only have one article left, honey. The quicker you read it, the quicker I can bend you over and fuck you into the table~” You can’t help but whine and nod. Once you look down at the material again, Chris’ hands that were previously rubbing your inner thigh move back to rub along your wet folds. 

Then for what feels like the next hour, but was really just 20 long minutes, you slur out the words in front of you as best as you can. Chris’ left hand swapped between drawing circles into your clit and pinching your nipple, while his right hand shoved fingers against your walls. And every couple of minutes he would swap between kissing your neck to sucking hickeys into your collarbone. However, you weren’t allowed to cum and any time you mispronounced something or took too long to read a word, a stern slap was sent against your clit. As long as you continued to read well, he would pump 3 of his fingers in and out of you.

By the time you’re halfway through the material, your mind is foggy and you’re almost drooling on yourself from the constant edging. By the time you’re on the last sentence, your legs are shaking and you're slumped against him letting out quiet moans. Your neck and collarbone were so red from his incessant suckling, and you were desperate to get this over with. And then, when you finally finished, he stopped all movements to place a soft, congratulatory slap on your thigh and massaged your hips.

“Good girl… Now was that so hard?” With that, he hurriedly clears the desk before helping you stand and then standing himself. The chair you both rested on was kicked backwards and your whole world spun as he suddenly pinned you to the desk. You whined as his hand held a tight grip in your hair and pushed your face into the table. His free hand playfully squeezed and slapped at your ass a few times before you heard his shorts and boxers hit the floor.

You sighed out his name as he teased his tip through your folds, silently pleading with him to hurry it up. “Shhhhhh… ‘Atta girl. You did so well, baby. Now let me take care of you, yeah?”

He finally sunk in and nothing but low, whiny moans left your lips as you clenched around him. His free hand grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it in appreciation while he slowly sunk every inch he had to offer. Once he bottomed out he gave you only a little bit of time before his thrusts started, albeit slowly at first but quickly ramping up due to his own impatience. It doesn’t take long for him to change to an unforgiving and rougher pace, his hand still holding your head against the table.

“Fff-fuck.. Christopherrr-”

“Yeah yeah, baby. Daddy’s got you. ‘M nice and deep, just how you like it right?” You missed the way he smirked when you let out a desperate ‘Uh-huh’ in response, but you could feel the way it encouraged him when his hips slammed against yours with more eagerness. He keeps this pace up for a while until he feels you tighten around him, and then he changes to slow, deep thrusts that make your eyes roll into your skull. 

The hand in your hair slides on top of yours on the desk, intertwining your fingers, and he leans forward to place his forehead between your shoulder blades, “Mmmm keep squeezing me, Honey. Fffuck, juuust like that..”

When you’re tipping over the edge, he places a kiss on your sweaty skin and moans against it. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me and I’ll fill you up just how you like it, okay?” You want to nod, but everything hits you at once so you can only cry out against your desk.

As your orgasm starts to fade into overstimulation, he fixes his posture and focuses on his hip movements. A squeaky moan falls from your lips as he suddenly bottoms out and the hold on your hip tightens. He threw his head back and bit his bottom lip as he came, attempting to muffle his whiney moans. He rides out his orgasm by sometimes pulling out and snapping his hips harshly against yours.

“Fuck… If that’s how we end the studying session from now on, I might consider this payment.” He jokes.

You let out a breathy laugh and he starts to pull out slowly, pushing you into the table as he did so. You take the moment to catch your breath when you realize he’s gone quiet and there’s the light feeling of breath on your thighs. Your head snaps back and you realize he was kneeling in order to watch his cum slide down your folds.

“Hey!” you whine and place a hand on his forehead, pushing his face away only for him to resist, so you use your feet to push him harder. He laughs at your embarrassment and stands up, pulling you to sit up as well and lifting the shirt off of you. He uses it to wipe you down before throwing it into your hamper and grabbing one of his spare shirts from your dresser. He steals a kiss before covering you in the shirt, then drags you to the living room to watch a tv show together.

You two spend the rest of the night on the couch, watching tv and relaxing in each other’s warmth. It’s no surprise when soft snores are heard and you look down to see his sleeping face squished into your chest. You huff out a laugh before you snuggle him closer. Then, your eyes get heavy until they inevitably close, and you fall asleep too.

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As she should Billy is a lucky guy (and maybe he can find another guy to admire besides jay)

ransom (pt 2) ☆ jay halstead

summary: in which y/n is rescued and jay has something to say.

warnings: language, guns, mentions of injury

a/n: I’m actually incredibly proud of this lmaooo. I love writing more light hearted pieces and am so happy so many of you loved the first part. many people requested a part two and hope you enjoy this also! - love emie <3

PART ONE

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