#GO HELP RS WHAT ARE YOU DOING

[brainrots-and-stuff]

We are back to moshang brainroot!

(Police caught the site I was reading translated ORV. Don't they have anything better to do? For gods sake)

[cinnamonmilf]

⋅˚₊‧ ୨bound୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

summary: your girlfriend thinks you are gonna be the one wearing the handcuffs…uhhhhh

cw: sub!vi, smut with no plot, established rs

It’s been a long day. Completely uneventful and full of missing your girlfriend. You finally hear the rattle of your girlfriend’s pair of keys opening the door. Music to your ears.

You had sent her a text earlier telling her you had a little surprise for her when she got home. She, too, had spent those hours thinking about you, anxiously wondering what you had planned. Knowing you, it was either really good or really bad.

“Babe?”

“I’m in the room!” You respond and your sweet voice already has her feeling a little weak in the knees. After all, she hadn’t heard it in so long (eight hours).

She makes her way on the bed next to you and kisses you with a grin on her face. You indulge in the kiss, deepening it and bringing her closer to you. Feeling your plump lips against hers, your soft tongue inside her mouth and your soft hair through her fingers while she holds the back of your head was everything she needed.

You break the kiss and look at her with starry eyes and right then and there she thinks she could die from how much she adores you.

“You remember the surprise?” You break her trance.

“Hm?” She asks already love drunk and barely processing your words.

You bite your lip with a smile and pull a pair of handcuffs from under your pillow, letting them hang in front of her face.

She raises her eyebrow and a smirk forms on her face. “Where’d you even get those?”

“Online.” You shrug.

She swiftly takes them off your hand, examining them before cockily motioning for you to turn around. You laugh and take them back from her. Jesus, she can be naive.

“I’m not the one wearing them,” you tell her, now being the one smirking.

After (barely any) protesting, you slowly undress your girlfriend down to her briefs and wife-lover. Kissing every inch of her face, neck, shoulders. Vi loves your touch and you are aware of how weak it makes her; it gets her going.

“Turn around for me,” you ask softly. She complies, obediently putting her hands behind her. You are gonna have so much for for her.

You turn her back around and lie her down in her back. She’s completely at your disposal. And there’s something about seeing your ridiculously strong girlfriend this vulnerable for you that goes straight to your cunt and damps your lacy panties.

You take your time. Trailing her body with kisses. Kissing, sucking and biting on the inside of her strong thighs and relishing on the way she bites her lip trying to hide her not-so-subtle pants and whines every time your mouth even grazes her skin. You can tell her underwear has a [growing] wet spot by now, but you can’t help but torturing a little bit more.

Red and purple marks start appearing all over her body. Each of them a reminder that she is all yours. Only you could ever have her like this.

She has a growing wet spot on her briefs by now. You probably should’ve given her what she wanted by now, be nice. But how could you help yourself when she looks so pretty all desperate for you, though?

“Please,” she finally says. Her brows are furrowed and her lip is nearly bleeding from how much she’s been biting into it.

“Hm? What do you want?”

She whines. She’s can’t take it anymore and all she can think of is your tongue inside her finally relieving her from the all-consuming ache she is feeling right now. She needs you so fucking bad.

“Please, baby. Please, I need your mouth.” God, she’s pathetic.

“Here?” You ask before licking a stripe over her soaking cunt through her underwear.

She moans, loud. “Fuck, yes! Please.”

Honestly, how could you say no to those glossy puppy eyes?

You finally discard her briefs and give her what she so desperately craves. You wrap your arms around her legs and lap at her pussy. She’s so fucking sweet. The way she further soaks your face only encourages you to keep going.

You look up to see her and all you can think of is how beautiful she looks like this: so whiny and sweaty and completely fucked out.

You shift one of your hands from the back of her legs to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up to get access to her perky tits. She’s so sensitive, the moment you squeeze one of them and begin playing with it, little “Fuck, so good”’s and “Just like that”’s pour out of her.

She can’t even touch you. Her cheeks are fully flushed and she can’t stop herself from saying your name over and over, it’s all she can manage to say at this point.

Her legs begin shaking, closing around your head. “Fuck, babe, s’too much.”

You chuckle. “Can’t take it? Hm?” You mock. And she hates to admit it, but it only turns her on more.

She pleads for you to slow down, but you aren’t having any of it. You keep working your mouth on her, putting two fingers inside her. She fucking loses it.

One thing about Vi: she’s loud. You have her moaning and begging and, quite frankly, on the verge of tears. It’s nothing short of adorable.

You can feel her getting close. Her walls beginning to clench around your fingers, her eyes fully rolled back, her mouth muttering nonsense.

“I need to cum. Please.” Oh, you know.

“Come for me, beautiful. Want you to come in my mouth.”

That’s all she needed. She lets out a pornographic moan, wanting nothing more than to tug at your hair and push you impossibly closer to her. All she can do is be a good girl for you and take it.

She completely lets go, welcoming her climax in the safety of your touch. You don’t think you’ve ever seen such a pretty sight. If you could fuck her all day long, you truly would.

Once you let her ride out her orgasm on your face and fingers, you take them out of her to taste her one last time before kissing her. Softly cupping her face and letting her melt into you.

You kiss her cheek and she opens her eyes to see you…and the grin you are already trying to hide from her.

“Can you give me one more?”

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a/n: hello :3 i’m so sorry this is bad, i am rusty AS FUCK. i haven’t written anything in like eight months but i swear i’ll get my talent back as i keep practicing lmfao. i’ll keep writing for ellie (obvi) and also caitlyn but yeah this is my first time writing for vi so i hope it doesn’t flop too much. anyway love u !

tagging my bae @sunflowerwinds

[whisperofaflame]

I have a fic idea-I don’t know how to write it but i just wanted to get it out and I’d like to hear your thoughts- so anyway R has flashbacks sometimes because of trauma and her name she uses is a nick name but her legal name brings back lots of trauma-she never told Wanda and nat because she didn’t think anything about it would come up but then the three get in a argument and one of them ends up in one of them yelling at R with there legal name-a panic trauma response ensuing angst and then some hurt comfort and then them helping R change there name to get it out of Rs life as much as they can.

Oh my god, this unleashed something within me and I just spent the last hour hammering out my interpretation of this prompt -- I really love it! It's not proofread but I'm gonna post now because it's 00:30 and I still need to get ready for bed whoops... ♡

(Also I really hope this is okay, I am slightly worried that I misinterpreted you and you just wanted my approval to write it yourself?)

By Any Other Name

Content Warning: implied past experiences of abuse

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When you first met Wanda and Natasha, you had introduced yourself with your nickname, and that’s all they had ever used to address you in the months since. They needed nothing else, nothing more — they had a catalogue of cutesy pet names to employ, after all. But you knew they were aware of your full name, though they had never spoken it. They’d no doubt noticed it, on the letters from the bank which they passed blithely to you after sorting through the post. It had never been discussed, not even in a teasing way. So you just assumed they’d pieced it together themselves, and it never occurred to you to explain, to be explicit about your feelings towards that haunted moniker. Until it came back to bite you.

It was a silly argument, really. You had broken the rules, failed to update them of your whereabouts and gone AWOL on a Friday evening. They had every right to be angry, and you ought to have bowed your head and offered apologies. But you were feeling emboldened by the alcohol, and a little frustrated by the events of the evening (your friend had ditched you for some guy, leaving you alone at the party searching for her for at least an hour, before someone finally informed you that she had gone). You were pissed off at her, and taking it out on your dommes. Petulant, pathetic. But you didn’t have the clarity of mind to realise it. So you just kept on pushing…

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“You had us worried sick!” Wanda tells you, her concerned frown causing a pang of guilt in your chest, an ache you didn’t anticipate, and haven’t prepared for. So you bat it away, and purse your lips in an obstinate display of indifference.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Natasha interrogates you, clearly riled by your lack of remorse.

“It’s a Friday night! I have every right to go out!”

“Honey, you know the rules…” Wanda begins, but Natasha cuts her off.

“Don’t baby her, detka, she’s being a brat.”

“Oh… fuck off,” you reply, crossing your arms initially through defiance, and then increasingly as a means to protect yourself from the flash of fury in Natasha’s eyes.

“What did you say to me?”

Your heart is almost pounding out of your chest, knowing you’ve pushed it too far, stepped well past the line of brattiness and into dangerous disrespect. But your drunken ego decides to double down. And you turn away, arms still crossed around your chest, your head slightly tilted up as you look to the corner of the room, away from their piercing, disapproving looks.

And then Natasha says it, growls it out like a dog. Your full name, the extra syllables emerging from her lips like something inedible she is forced to spit out. She continues speaking, finishing her sentence with some chastisement you can’t hear. Because all that reverberates in your head is another voice, shouting your name with unbridled fury. The sound is like a whip that cracks through your body. It splits everything in its wake, leaving only stinging, screaming pain. You can’t think, but you don’t need to. Your body responds, because your body remembers…

You stumble back, your legs recalling the need to retreat. 

Flight? 

Your hands raise, hovering in a loose stack at chest height, ready to form a fist should you need. 

Fight? 

But when a body advances towards you, you are struck with their height, and overwhelmed by their physical supremacy. Your fingers quiver as you lift them higher, splayed out in anticipation, ready to shield your cheeks. 

Flinch? 

Your back meets the wall, and the first option you clung to is suddenly no longer available; there is no chance to flee when two bodies are between you and the door. And they both approach even closer, their arms outstretched, rendering your other two options futile in such close proximity. 

So you just surrender to the last available instinct. You slide down the wall, and curl up in a ball. 

Freeze.

How long has it been? Were you lost? Were you dreaming? You continue to feel an intermittent tug in your stomach, your muscles clenching as they anticipate a blow. But nothing ever comes. No pain accompanies the images flashing through your mind. There is only silence. Only space.

“Y/N?”

A soft voice breaks through. It doesn’t belong here. Not that tone, not that name. It doesn’t match the memories replaying in your mind.

“Honey, we’re here. You’re okay.”

It sounds so foreign, so unbelievable. The strangeness of the words, of the sweetness, begins to disrupt the cacophony of fear. The images begin to blur, and the edges of your body seem to come back into focus. You can feel where the space ends, and your body begins. Even in the darkness of your tightly-shut eyelids, you can feel that you are back. Back home. Not the old one, with the old name. But the new one. With them. 

“I’m just here. I’m right by you. Wanda is too. We’re here, when you’re ready.”

You can hear how close she is now; you can almost feel her presence in the air. She doesn’t sound angry anymore, but you’ve been tricked before by others. Lured out of safe spaces, just to be met with the wrath anew. 

You clutch your knees a little tighter, trying to grip on to this reality, and avoid being swept away again. The alcohol even feels like waves, lapping at your skin from within, uprooting your sense of balance and stability as the world continues to sway. 

You open your eyes, hoping to gaze upon something stationary, to find something to anchor yourself to. When you do, the first thing you see is Natasha, kneeling before you with her hands resting on her thighs. Wanda sits cross-legged beside her, tears brimming in her eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” Natasha whispers, her voice wavering with regret. “I shouldn’t have said it. I should have known.”

You wish you could reassure her, but your mouth is so dry and there’s still a lump in your throat, like a physical lid you have somehow evolved over the years when backchat was a threat, and the stopper could save you. 

“I promise you, I will never say it again. Ever,” Natasha pledges, and she looks so serious and sad that you don’t think you could ever doubt it. 

Wanda’s tears break through, and begin to stream down her cheeks. Natasha doesn’t break her gaze from you, but her hand reaches out for her wife, and Wanda takes hold of it, accepting the small comfort while you remain unavailable for touch, for reassurance of their love for you, and yours for them. Your skin prickles, and you’re not sure if it’s from the lingering fear, or the burgeoning need. 

“Just nod when you’re ready,” Wanda suggests, wiping her tears with her free hand and giving you a wobbly smile of encouragement. “We can take it slow. But I’d really love to hold you, when you feel able.”

You try to steady your breaths, each one an effort to fully release before drawing more in. When the ache begins to ease, you give the tiniest nod of your head. 

Wanda lets go of Natasha’s hand, and opens both arms to you, scooting forwards a little on the floor, closing the gap. Your head spins a little as you lean it down to rest on her shoulder. But Wanda holds you steady, her arms enveloping you and her fingers gently stroking your spine and the hair on the back of your head.

“Shhhh…” she whispers. “I’ve got you.”

Her loving arms and tender tone break down your thorny defences, and your body begins to shake with suppressed sobs, now released in the safety of her hold. She lets you cry it out, murmuring sweet nothings, all the while stroking you and keeping your close. Natasha remains nearby. Silent but steady. Waiting for when you are ready to accept her back in. 

When you begin to wipe your eyes, Wanda knows she can release you without letting you drift away. Your eyes find Natasha’s once your head lifts from Wanda’s shoulder. And you find her eyebrows knitted with concern as she studies you, clearly trying to gauge your feelings towards her. 

“Natty?” you whisper, the first word that emerges despite her being the one who pulled the trigger. The simple call of her name tells her everything she needs to know. You forgive her, and you need her forgiveness too.

“Come here, baby,” she says gently, though she doesn’t make you move of your own accord. Instead, she pulls you to her, and hums a mixture of approval and relief when you begin to wrap your arms and legs around her, settling your full weight in her lap.

“I’m so, so sorry,” she whispers in your ear. “Can you forgive me, milaya?”

“Mm-hm,” you murmur, from your position tucked tightly in her arms. Words are hard right now, but you try. “Forgive me?”

“Of course I do,” she assures you. “You made a mistake, but it’s okay, my love. We can talk about it tomorrow. Tonight is just for cuddles, and feeling better.”

You nod against her, your cheek brushing against the skin of Natasha’s sternum. 

“Tomorrow we’re going to sort it, honey,” Wanda says, her voice gentle but decisive. “We can get it changed properly; we can figure it out together.”

Natasha hums her agreement, and you feel your breathing slow as you process Wanda’s words. Natasha brushes back your hair, and when you glance up at her you see that she’s looking down at you with such solemnity and love.

“We’ll make sure the only name you ever need to see or hear again is your own, okay?” She tells you, echoing Wanda’s sentiment that they’ll help you heal this wound.

Your fingers find her hand, and you give it a gentle squeeze. Your name is your own. But you? You are theirs.

[kissbyoon]

(📷) . ݁₊ “HOME”

╰┈ Seungcheol is your home; your comfort and happiness.

₍ 𝑓𝘵. ₎ 𓈒 승철 ˶ fluff, est. rs, comfort * skinship, cheol being too real, petnames (baby, love, hun) ��⎯ 1.9k ꒱ ✦ husband!csc x wife&fem!r

♪ A/N : first fic on this blog !! happy new year <3

After what felt like a minute of holding your breath in—you finally breathe a sigh of relief, in disbelief that the project you had been working on for more than six months was complete. All complete.

The project that caused you to do constant night shifts, sometimes even all alone when your colleagues left early, those exhausting hours of work that resulted in you not being able to give enough time to your husband—Seungcheol, was finally complete.

Only the fact that it was Seungcheol, saved you from multiple fights that couples go through, when one can't find the time to give their significant other.

You're grateful. Beyond grateful.

Leaning back in your chair, you throw your arms in the air with contentment, letting out a squeal as you do so.

“Finally,” you couldn't help the grin forming on your face, brightening your face features.

However, as you took the time to look around in search of a colleague to share this happy moment with, your grin immediately dropped.

“Everyone left?” Sighing, you glanced at your watch. It indeed was too late, it shouldn't be a surprise that everyone had left.

You were so focused on completing your project—determined to get it done before the deadline—that you can't even remember when your colleagues left.

You rose from your seat, piling up all the paper works and placing them neatly on your table by the corner, before taking your phone to call Seungcheol—only to frown as it didn't turn on.

“Huh? I had it switched off this whole time?” Confused and slightly panicked, you turn your phone on—now concerned as the screen flashed with text messages from Seungcheol and 10+ missed calls.

Without wasting a second, you immediately call Seungcheol, taking your bag as you make your way out of your department office.

Weirdly enough, Seungcheol wasn't picking up your calls, causing you to stress even more. He did say he would be working for late hours today, but he had tried calling you just an hour ago.

As you reached the elevator, you let out a loud groan at the sight of an ‘out of service' sign.

A million dollar company? Sounded more like a joke to you right now.

You had to take the stairs, Seungcheol didn't pick up the call, he would be working late hours, you'd have to go home alone at this hour, and last but something that leaves you devastated the most—having to sleep on the cold bed that lacked his warmth.

‘Thanks, life.’ you could only think to yourself, your soft footsteps echoing with each step you took down the stairs.

Reaching the bottom floor, you breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of the bright city illuminated with lights, the road filled with cars passing by in front of you.

As you step out of the building, you're immediately hit with the cool breeze of the freezing winter, causing you to hug yourself tightly.

You're always thankful that your company building is located at the centre of the city, meaning you never have to worry about going home late at night.

But today, even this breath-taking view of the city couldn't make your day better or make your eyes shine with awe. Because you know whom you need and he wasn't here with you at this moment.

You just wanted a kiss from him, wanted to hear ‘you did a great job today, baby, I'm so proud of you’ from him, wanted to spend the rest of the night with him, and just wanted him.

Sighing, you take slow but steady steps towards somewhere—you just wanted to take a little stroll before going home, because the one you wanted to see so much right now wouldn't be there when you enter the comfort of your home anyway.

Because the comfort of your home was Seungcheol. Without him, your house just felt like an empty, cool space you really don't feel like living in.

After a few minutes of walking, you stand by a bridge, admiring the view of the calmy flowing river. Indeed, it was too beautiful to resist—causing you to smile finally.

“What's got my baby so smiley?” The voice and the man you recognised right away cooed, carrying a hint of amusement that only you could pick up, followed by his strong arms wrapping around your waist so gently.

Immediately turning around, your face brightens, your lips curling up into the happiest grin that was only reserved for him.

“Cheollie!!” You swear you sounded like an excited child chirping over an ice cream, but you couldn't care less because Seungcheol was in front of you right now. Throwing your arms around his neck, you hugged him tightly.

Maybe too tightly because even Seungcheol couldn't return the hug with the energy you had.

“I think this is enough, love,” he laughed when you refused to let go even after a minute. One of his hands rubbed your back while the other tried to hug you back with the same energy you were hugging him.

“No, it's never enough.” You were quick to defend, immediately shaking your head as you only tighten your grip around him more.

“Hm, let me guess. You missed me too much?” he teased with an intention to get a reaction out of you, only to fold immediately when you nodded so genuinely.

“A little too much.” Finally pulling back from the hug, you look him in the eye with a pout. He softens, his eyes looking at you so intently as he pulls out his hand to hold your face.

“I’m here now, and I love you,” his voice was low and soft, as if it was only meant for you to hear. “But why were you working overnight again? Didn't your boss tell you that you would have a break today?”

Seungcheol was indeed right—your boss had informed your department that the employees can take a day off, except for the ones working on the recent project. This included you and four others, but you had to revise it all over again, which meant you had to stay overnight anyways.

“It wasn't for the ones working on the project,” Seungcheol’s eyebrow immediately furrowed, his expression unpleasant.

“Who is he? Who does he think he is—”

“Cheol, he's my boss.”

He pouted at that, and you let out a giggle.

“Well, unfortunately.” He rolled his eyes, waving his hand in the air—always more than happy to let you know that he despises your boss.

“I always told you, I'm a better CEO and boss than him, with a better company and a better income.” There he goes again, not leaving a chance to convince you to join his company.

“Cheol, hun, we talked about this.” you say, referring to the fact that working in his presence would be difficult for you. Not because he is distracting— No, screw that, he is distracting. You don't like to think that you’d have to work properly, aware of the fact that Seungcheol is in his office, just a hallway away from you, and you wouldn't be able to just run there to hug or kiss him.

He is that distracting.

“Hmph, fine. You love me so much, it's difficult to work in my presence—I get it!” Crossing his arms, he spoke in his pouty manner.

“Oh!” Your eyes widened, remembering the fact that the project causing you (Seungcheol) to go crazy, was finally all done. “I have good news!”

Seungcheol's hand paused mid-air, his eyes dramatically widening—the way you could basically see through him and what he was thinking, you couldn't help but let out a laugh.

This was not how he planned to know about this good news.

“W-what good news…? Why are you laughing?” He whispered, his face speaking out loud—he wanted to hear that.

Seungcheol seemed confused but eager to know the “good news" as your body trembled with laughter. The thought of him being nervous yet so giddy over something that's, unfortunately, not the case, made you want to squish his cheeks.

Finally taking control over your laugh, you let your intrusive thoughts win—reaching out to hold his soft cheeks in your hands, squishing them together.

“No, baby, that's not what I meant,” you look at him with an amused smile as you notice the shift in his expression—now, embarrassed but a hint of smile played on his lips.

He avoided your eyes and hung his head low, cheeks dusted with a bright shade of pink.

Tilting your head, you try to look at him in the eyes, smiling. “Or perhaps you really wanted me to be…”

“No, no,” he shook his head, letting out a chuckle, taking your hands in his. “Forget about that! Tell me what you wanted to say?”

“I completed it.”

“Completed? Completed what, hun?”

“Your most hatest, the project that was causing headaches.” The way Seungcheol’s face immediately brightened, a gasp escaping his mouth.

“Really!?”

“Really!”

Seungcheol kept himself from squealing with excitement right in front of everyone, and instead trapped you in his arms (hugged you), and spinned you around with the brightest smile.

“Cheol! Put me down!” You laughed, and he did, leaning forward to peck both of your cheeks.

“Does that mean you finally get paid leaves? Oh my god?” Exaggerating, the man in front of you covered his mouth and gasped. You hit him lightly on the shoulder.

“I will! You hate that company so much?”

“I do.”

“Me too.” You mumbled, turning around as you rested your elbow on the guardrail.

“You hate your own company? Then stop working there! Why are you there anyway?” He followed, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Money, cheol, money.” You shoot him a look, followed by a laugh. He chuckled, but his eyes were focused on how the city lights enhance your beauty by far more.

“Which is something I make everyday, and it is more than your boss’s monthly income.” Him and his internal arguments with your boss never failed to make you burst into laughter.

“Hm, why do you hate him though?” Amused, but curious, you ask. He cocks his head to the side and scoffs.

“Why wouldn't I? Just because he is the boss doesn't mean he doesn't have to do anything. He can't rely on his employees for every damn work, and expect them to do it at light speed.” He sighed, rolling his eyes.

His rant went on and on, and you listened to him patiently—your smile never leaving your face as you stared at him.

“What is he, a man in his sixties?” he took a deep breath, huffing with disappointment.

“Cheol?” You called out, wrapping your hands around his arm, looking up at him.

“Hm?” He shifted his eyes on you, waiting for you to continue.

“Did you know? I love you.” Resting your chin on his shoulder, you told him that so sweetly, he had to pause for a moment to process it.

It wasn't like you and him didn't shower each other with ‘I love you' every single minute, but something about you taking your time to say it so sweetly and lovingly—the sincerity and love in your eyes visibly clear—it had an effect on him even after years of being with you.

“W-well,” he cleared his throat, looking away from your gaze. “I love you too. No, more.”

“Yeah? How much more?”

“Definitely more than your boss’s daily salary.” Again, you burst into a fit of laughter—followed by Seungcheol’s giggles and pleading for you to quiet down.

And this is what you mean, when you say he is your home.

@kissbyoon ⌕ ۫ all rights reserved/copying strictly prohibited.

[1cafezinho]

Hello everyone,

Brazil is underwater, and we come here asking you for your help.

As some of you may know, the state of Rio Grande do Sul (RS) has been getting torrential rains since last Monday (29/04/24).

In four days, it has rained 436,2 millimeters (17,2 inches), which’s triple the normal amount in a month, which is 140 millimeters (5,5 inches) 

More than two great rivers in our region had their volume duplicated, or sometimes, triplicated in size.

This means all the cities that are close to these rivers ended up completely underwater

There were more than 110 towns flooded and the estimate is that more than half a million people have been affected by this climate disaster. There are also thousands of people who are arriving in my city (the state capital, Porto Alegre) as climate refugees, coming from communities displaced by the floods.

Through this unprecedented tragedy we have been really happy to see entire communities mobilizing to help others. Still, there are people who have lost everything, especially those in marginalized communities living in precarious, unsafe and unsanitary housing.

That’s where you come in. We need money. Money to buy food, clothes, medicine, basic hygiene products, mattresses so that refugees have a place to sleep, basically everything.

Right now, the biggest demand is drinkable water: my city is almost completely out of water, because the water treatment stations have been flooded. 

We understand that you may be able to give very little, but also what is little to you means A Lot more to us. Just a dollar is enough to buy 5 liters of fresh water. 

Here are the links for international donations: 

(these donations are managed by people I know and trust. if you can, donate to them and not the government, but I’ll include that below as well. we don't trust the government to do anything right now, basically) 

This is another option:

Government donations:

And here is some international news coverage of what’s happening:

PLEASE share and donate anything you can. Everything is greatly appreciated. 

[fairyhaos]

ও wen junhui as your college boyfriend

gn!reader, wc ~500 tags: requested by anon, college au, fluff, crack, est. rs., this is so cute omg i want a college bf!junhui now

he's honestly so adorable no matter what

so u can bet he's the cutest college bf ever too!!

memorised ur wholeee schedule on day one and sends YOU reminders about ur own classes every day

makes a point to eat lunch with u whenever possible

also whenever Not possible too

like he'll come SPRINTING across campus after his class just to have lunch with u if that's what it takes

sue him, he likes spending time with u :(((

he's also thee best comforter during exam season omg!!!

more than willing to stay up all night studying with you if it makes you feel better

he knows how u spiral into panic if you're left on ur own, so the closer it gets to exams, he starts showering u with even MOREE affection than before

and you know he'll be showering u with kisses once exams r FINALLY out of the way as a congratulations 😙

always leaves snacks in your bag and little post-its with cat faces drawn on them to reminder you to drink water bc he KNOWS that you're so bad at taking care of urself when you're fully locked in

"hey junnie, you know you can just text me, right?" / "are you saying you don't like my cat drawings :((" / "whAT NO I WOULD NEVER—"

also just bc he's a broke college student does nawwt mean you'll ever catch him slacking as ur bf !!

gives you little gifts whenever possible, is always showing up at ur dorm with flowers, buys you books + clothes + stationary + groceries + whatever he can to show he cares

one thing he won't do, though, is catch bugs for you.

nuh uh. that is a no-go.

who cares that he's literally 600000x bigger than the spider? the spider is still WAYY scarier than he'll EVER be so he is NOT touching that no thank you.

the two of you stay glued to one corner of the library till ur friend arrives and scares the spider off

but junhui makes up for his bug-related uselessness by being useful in literally every other area of ur life

hungry? he'll cook for you. sick? he'll take care of you. stuck on an essay? he'll help you, even if he's not studying anything remotely related to ur major

he could be in the throes of finishing his dissertation, bags under his eyes and the world on his shoulders but he'll still drop everything to help you

what can he say? he's in love with u.

and what makes it even better is he knows, he knows that you'd do the exact same thing for him too

you're so full of love, so kind and wonderful that he can't help but do all of this in return, just to try and give an ounce of that same love back

it's the least you deserve, he thinks.

(and don't tell anyone, but right after graduation, he's thinking of getting you a promise ring and taking u to visit china with him b4 u go to ur respective internships.)

(and then, further down the line... he's really hoping to marry you one day. you know. because he really does love you a lot. hopefully you love him just as much too.)

fics tags: @jeonginssa @weird-bookworm @minhui896 @slytherinshua @haowrld @belladaises @moonlitskiiies @mirxzii @zozojella @kawennote09 @a-wandering-stay @abibliolife @wonranghaeee @icyminghao @sweet-like-caramel @your-yxnnie @odxrilove @kyeomyun @crackedpumpkin @kellesvt @eightlightstar @onlyyjeonghan @aaniag @starshuas @raevyng @isabellah29 @hrts4hanniehae @mcu-incorrect @dokyeomkyeom @suraandsugar @tulsa24 @melodicrabbit @dokyeomkyeom @hopeless-foolery @aaa-sia

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they're here. fucking fuck they're here and there's already misinformation being spread. we need to hide.

𝒊'𝒎 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈.

welcome, shifttokers! we're glad you could join us, and we're happy to teach you anything you want to know! however, the community over here is a bit (vastly) different than it is on tiktok. so a few rules: 1: if you don't like it, scroll past it. if you notice this person on your dash a few times and you still don't like them, block them. there won't be hard feelings. you just don't like them. it's that simple; we're mature enough to handle it. 2: no one's d/r is 'wrong'. you can script anything at all into any universe at all. if you believe that someone can imagine a whole reality, build a d/r or w/r from scratch, but you don't believe they can script 'unnatural' stuff, like a loved one being alive or a pet living forever, then you need to reevaluate your opinions. 3: we listen and we don't judge. sometimes, you'll see people 'judging' each other, but that tends to be between friends (i.e. me and @shiftingwithmars about anything with ethan or me and @zipper-is-ranting anytime i mention the person i like in this reality). yes, some of us have hooker or sugar baby d/rs. some of us have severely traumatic d/rs. and it's not your place to tell another shifter what they can or can't do in their d/r. it's their d/r. you don't have to go. 4: learn about loa. please, please dedicate a little time to learning about the law of assumption, it's so so helpful when you're shifting.

having said all that, i really do hope that you can enjoy your time on shiftblr! it's a lovely community, and i really do think you'll enjoy yourselves here.

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Girl I need a lazy day with baby Norris and lando, maybe he’s not well or come home from a triple header (or both 🫢 who said that) and they’re just completely knackered

I’m so happy you’re back!

r and rs

lando norris x daughter!reader

summary: after an intense triple header, all lando wants to do is relax with his sweet girl

w/c: 1.1k

warnings: none!

a/n: sorry this is bad :( still getting back into the swing of writing!

~~~

A race weekend on its own was tough enough. 4 days of presenting to the public eye, masking any other emotions, with the added fact that you have to drive at 200 mph a couple of times. Then, triple this, three weekends in a row of complete exhaustion, there you have a Formula 1 triple header. 

For Lando, as much as he loves driving, it has been his dream for as long as he could remember, he probably couldn’t think of anything worse than a triple header. He craves time to decompress after each race, without being thrown headfirst into the next one. 

It’s not made much easier that towards the end of this European triple header he’s managed to pick up some sort of bug. Nothing serious, he’d probably put it off to a slight tickly throat if this were a normal day, but the gruelling task of a triple header has managed to accentuate it by about 800 times. By the time he finally arrives home from Spain, Lando feels like he’s knocking on death’s door itself. 

Whilst he races, you spend your time with your grandparents, or sometimes a babysitter. Since you’ve turned 2, you’ve been going to a playgroup 3 times a week, although Lando was hesitant to let you go, kicking up a storm about how fast you were growing up, he knew it was important for your social skills and education. Having been meeting new, important, motorsports people since you had left the womb, you were one of the most sociable children out there, so playgroup was your most favourite thing. 

However, the last three weeks without your daddy had started to take a bit of a toll on you. Everyone in the playgroup was telling you stories about what they had done with their mom’s and dad’s when they went home, and even though your babysitter was very nice, you couldn’t help but feel left out, detached from the rest of your friends. 

So, when Lando finally got home, you wanted to do nothing more than to cling to him and not let go for at least 2-3 business days. 

You had just come home from playgroup when the familiar unlocking of the front door filled the apartment.

“Hi baby!”

You squealed, departing from your toys without a second thought, practically throwing yourself into his arms. “Daddy!!!” you cheer, as he picks you up with ease, placing kisses onto your face and the tip of your head. 

“Hi my love…” he mumbles tiredly into the top of your head, “Daddy missed you so much..”

“I missed you too…” you reply, your face shoved into the crook of his neck, clinging onto him so tightly that he probably should be worried about his circulation being cut off, but with you finally back in his arms, he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

“Daddy’s gotta go unpack and take a shower, and then we’ll play angel, okay?”

You reluctantly agree, going back to playing with your dolls - who were currently in the middle of a very important tea party.

A few minutes later Lando reemerges from his bedroom, bidding your babysitter goodbye and thank you, before scooping you up from the floor, back into his arms and kissing the top of your head. 

“Daddy missed you so so much…” he coos, settling down onto the couch, the weariness that has been accumulating over the last few weeks finally encompassing him. “You wanna play with your dolls, angel?”

You shake your head, you didn’t want your dolls stealing your time with your daddy from you, you just wanted to be with him. 

“Okay.. that’s okay baby… that’s good, we can just have some rest together, yeah? You wanna watch something on TV?”

“Bluey…”

“Good idea, angel, let's watch some Bluey..”

He grabs a nearby blanket, pulling it over the top of both of you, holding you close, like if he were to let go you were going to disappear. 

The two of you spend a good couple of hours just mindlessly sitting on the couch watching TV. Lando knows that he should be doing something more productive, looking at data, looking at emails, training, but at this moment there is nothing that he’d rather be doing than sitting with you and purely relaxing.  

Dinnertime eventually comes around, but neither of you seem to notice, or you do, and just can’t be bothered to get up from the comfortable couch that has seemed to melt around you. It takes a text from his trainer, reminding him on what he should be eating for dinner, to prompt Lando to remember that he does need to feed you, no matter how comfortable you are.

“We should get some dinner, baby…” he yawns, combing a few strands of your hair out from your face.

You whine in response, half asleep, burying your face into his chest, “‘M not hungry, wanna go sleep”

“I know, baby, Daddy’s tired too… but we gotta have something to eat before bedtime, okay? We can’t have you going hungry. What would you like, my darling?”

“Mmm, pizza..”

“Pizza? Why don’t we order in, baby? Hm? Then we could eat here on the couch, that’d be nice, wouldn’t it?”

You nod, still snuggled up in his arms, having no intention of moving anytime soon, pizza on the couch did sound good, “Cheese, please..”

“Of course, angel”

Dinner was not a fancy affair, the two of you stayed right where you were, eating from takeaway pizza boxes with Lando wiping your face to get all the tomato sauce off every couple of minutes. Dinner was nothing posh, but to Lando it was perfect.

Once all of the pizza has been hoovered away, not much movement is seen, the two of you too tired to make an effort to move and get to bed. 

“Missed you so much when I was racing…”

“I missed you, daddy, all my friends had their daddies at home, why didn’t their daddies have to go racing…?”

Lando’s heart breaks, “Not everyone is a racing driver, baby, their daddies jobs are probably here in Monaco..”

“Oh. Well then I think that they should be jealous of me. I love having a racing driver daddy.”

He laughs, he loves you more than anything he could imagine, “And your racing driver daddy loves you, baby, more than anything, okay?”

It’s probably a bad parenting move, and Lando knows that he should be more responsible, but he’s too tired to get up, and he can see that you’re the same. So that night, the two of you fall asleep wrapped up together, on the couch with your pizza boxes surrounding you, but so very peaceful. 

~~~

a/n: tysm for requesting! requests are always open x

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prompt: 1 - “are you asking me out?” characters: hoshina soshiro (kn8) x f!reader contents: fluff, established rs, officer!reader (not specified which dep.), dunno if i should tag this too but reader drinks coffee lol wc ~ 1k (no beta !!)

a/n: @purpleqilinwrites hewwoo kaija my beloved tysm for participating !! my apologies for taking so long to get to your orders but i hope they are to your liking (lmk if there's anything you'd like me to change!) <3 andd here’s your slice two !

piles of rubble and cracked buildings surround him, the kaiju corpses littered around now huddled by a throng of workers from the monster sweeper inc. hoshina barely spares a glance over the dead monsters as he flicks both of his swords in a quick swipe in the air, splashes of blood splattering onto the concrete below as he cleans his blades as efficiently as he could.

grabbing his coat from the vehicle he’d taken to get to his post, he takes a peek over his shoulder when a series of faint footsteps approaches from behind. “vice-captain hoshina! i’m here to report–” kafka starts, but hoshina brushes him off with a wave of his hand. “direct all reports to any of your platoon leaders. i have somewhere else to be.”

with no further clarification, hoshina immediately sets off, leaving behind a jaw-slacked kafka and a confused reno tottering behind him. they throw a simultaneous glance at each other, wordlessly questioning each other about their superior’s behavior.

“and there he goes,” nakanoshima’s voice catches their attention. when she’s asked for the reason, all kafka and reno received is a shrug of her shoulders and a muse of “he’s a man in love. what else do you expect?” as if it’s an explanation enough.

and hoshina is, indeed, a man in love and a man on a mission. one that doesn’t include taking out dangerous beasts, but instead facing all his exhaustion head on just so he could go to you. combat suit still in operation, he makes good use of its power to hop over the buildings to the next, heading straight to that quaint little place he knew where you’d be.

the corner of his lips quirk up when he remembers the text you’d sent him prior to the mission. ‘heard your mission is in xx city. if things go haywire, i’ll be nearby to clock in asap just lmk :)’. always ready to help even when you’re off duty; one of the many things hoshina loved about you. he amusedly shakes his head at the thought.

as the mission retains minimal damage, the surrounding towns are thankfully unaffected by the destruction. the smooth cobblestone path thuds softly underneath his feet when hoshina lands in the alley, glad that your location isn’t that far from his. he pulls on the coat over his form, shoulders flexing from the movement as he rounds the corner.

even from the outside of the shop, he could already smell the roasted beans and sweet pastries. hoshina inhales deep, taking in the delightful scent before he cranes his head here and there, eyes roving over the bustling crowd until his amaranthine hues finally settle on what he’d been searching for.

and much like a heartfelt homecoming, a wholesome reunion, or like how the sand meets the shore, how the sun touches the horizon, how the morning light kisses the sheer curtains, how the coffee swirls in warm frothy milk; the familiarity of it all overwhelms him.

you stand there, all beauty and wonder, stealing hoshina’s breath and rendering him speechless as he stops in his tracks for a moment. before you can draw in a puff of breath, he is already marching towards you, closing the distance with purposeful steps.

“hi,” eyes widening slightly in surprise, you breathe out a small chuckle as you look up at him. hoshina mirrors your smile, soft and affectionate as he digs his hands into the pockets of his uniform. “hi.”

you absently lick your bottom lip, though you do notice the way his gaze flickers down to the action for a split second. taking a few glances around, you wonder if any of his officers might somehow emerge from thin air. “aren’t you supposed to be…” forehead creasing, you shrug lightheartedly, “i don’t know. slaying kaiju or something?”

“the operation just ended, sweetheart.” he beams, and his adorable little fangs make their appearance. your eyebrows raise high at his answer. “... but you’re here.” you state, trying to decipher why he’s standing in front of your very eyes, still in his combat uniform (which has people glancing ever so often) rather than reporting to his captain back at base, or freshening up at home.

“but i’m here,” he parrots, watching in interest at the way your expression unfolds. hoshina’s grin grows at your confusion, so wide and cheery that your hands itch to reach up and pinch his cheeks from endearment. instead, you wring your hands behind your back to fidget on them secretly.

the swordsman notices the lack of a plastic cup in your grasp. he takes a quick look at the coffee shop the two of you had been standing in front of before turning back to you, “ya had lunch yet?”

“nope.” you simply reply.

he shifts on the balls of his feet, directing a thumb towards the shop, “... wanna grab somethin’ together?”

a second of silence goes by. and then a laugh breaks out, bubbling from the very back of your throat as you let the mirth freely flow out of you. “soshiro, are you really asking me out right now?”

hoshina bites down on his own smile and lifts a shoulder, “well, is it working on ya?” you shake your head in response, still coming down from your giggles, “i can’t believe you.”

“you love me anyway,” he tilts his head, violet strands softly swaying from the movement. you let out a contented hum, a hand stretching out to brush his hair away from his eyes.

the afternoon sun gleams down on the two of you, but the heat from your little touch burns brighter than anything hoshina has ever felt. he thrives on it, craves it. his skin tingles where it made contact with yours, and his heart races when the sunlight catches on the metal band surrounding your ring finger.

“i do love you,” you agree with a dreamy sigh. “in fact, i’ll love you even more if you make good on your words and buy me a coffee right now, husband.”

oh don’t he love the sound of that label coming out of your lips. perhaps he should call you his wife more often now…

taglist open. and yes they’re married your honour !!! feels like i’m writing about spiderman!hoshina for a sec there (ᵕ—v—)

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Car Shopping - LN4

Featuring: Lando Norris x reader

Warning(s): disrespectful car guy, Lando being basically a trophy boyfriend, Lando being a cutie (GOD THIS IS SO AWFUL. I'm sorry but I just got back to writing, pls have mercy on me)

Summary: Y/n decided to finally buy her dream car since she was a child, Lando is accompanying her but the car guy is misunderstanding.

Y/n, a pretty famous model, shouted her boyfriend name in the Monaco attic, entering the living room and sitting on the couch next to Lando, her boyfriend.

"I'm gonna buy it"

she started, earning a confused look on the Formula 1 driver.

"you're gonna buy... what?"

he asked, trying to understand what she was talking about, but suddenly his eyes widenened with realization.

"is it the YSL heels? no, princess, I was gonna get them for you"

he whined, making Y/n aw at his antics.

"you are gonna get them for me? that's really sweet, but it's not them"

she said with a big smile, making Lando furrow his eyebrows.

"is it the Minaudière make up by Dior, then?"

he tried, but getting a shook of head from Y/n.

"come on, Lando. think harder"

Y/n insisted, looking at him with big doe eyes, making him understand in an instant.

"the Porsche. you're getting the Porsche GT3 RS"

Lando said, sitting up with the biggest grin that you've ever seen. with just a nod of your head, Lando was already hugging you tightly, yelling at the top of his lungs as he pulled you on top of him on the couch.

"are you for real?"

he asked, pulling back a little to look you in the eyes.

"I checked if the dealer in Monaco had it in their site, and it says that they could get it shipped here"

you squealed as Lando yelled again and pulled you back in the hug.

"gosh, I'm so happy. are we going now? can I come with you?"

he asked, making you nod your head and get up to get ready to leave.

Time skip: at the dealer

Lando was parking his McLaren in the parking lot when you walked into the big shop and started searching for someone to help you.

the faint voice of someone almost arguing caught your attention.

"it's a girl, shut up John, you got the last one. look at that bag, her husband it's surely filthy rich- hi"

a guy came in front of you, as you recognized his voice as the guy that was arguing with the other worker earlier, noticing how his eyes were setting on the Birkin Lando had gifted you for Christmas.

"my name is Mike, how can I help a pretty girl like you?"

he asked, a sick smile on his lips that almost made you gag. you put a smile on anyway, since you were a really polite person.

"uhm... yes, hi. I read on your site that you can get the blue Porsche GT3 RS shipped here, right?"

you asked politely, making Mike's eyes widen and nod his head.

"sure, come I'll help you"

he said, starting to walk towards his computer, the sound of your heels clicking on the ground echoing on the walls.

"no husband?"

Mike asked, sitting at his desk and searching around for what he needed.

"my boyfriend is parking his car outside"

you corrected him, making him nod.

"you know what you're getting into?"

Mike asked again, making you smirk as you wanted to put a stop to his teasing and attempts to fool you.

"of course I know"

you said, hearing a faint 'damn it' come from the man behind the desk.

"alright, the car is gonna cost a bit much, but I'm sure you already know that since you know what you're getting into. I mean, it's a Porsche, there's not much I can do about it. so... the price is gonna be 320.000 euro-"

"WHAT?!"

Mike couldn't even finish his sentence that Lando's shout could be heard from the other side of the open door.

"that's a robbery-"

he started, but your raised hand stopped him as you got up from the seat in front of Mike's desk. you gave Lando your Birkin as you leaned on Mike's desk.

"Mike, that price is 60.000 euros over the actual price. I accept the fact that you didn't recognize me, but you surely recognize my boyfriend, right?"

the car dealer gulped as he nodded his head.

"now... don't you feel ashamed trying to scam a girl that's been around cars since she was a child and is now in a relationship with a Formula 1 driver? don't you think that I might really know what I'm getting myself into, huh?"

you asked the man, still leaning on the desk.

"I'm far too good for letting you still sit on that chair behind that desk"

you finished, a scoff left your lips as you took your Birkin back and walked out of the concessionary with Lando's hand on your lower back, opening the door for you.

"princess"

he called before you could reach the McLaren, making you hum and turn towards him. Lando placed both his hands on your arms in comfort.

"I know you're angry. why don't we go to that fine restaurant that you like and take a walk around the track, just the way you like?"

he asked softly, getting a sad nod in return as he pulled you close, his lips on your forehead.

"my princess"

he sighed, kissing your lips and smiling down at you.

"I'm gonna make sure we have a consultation with another dealer next time, promise"

[locomoqo]

just one night

— samuel seo x reader

details: NSFW under the cut, fem bodied reader, p in v (samuel puts you in full nelson), cunnilingus, nipple play, possessive sex, he slaps your kitty, mirror sex, slight exhibitionism, public sex (?), unprotected, toxic rs

A/N: this is for all my ppl who rq'd samuel smut and also i kindaaa went overboard (2.4k wc) with this bc i was listening to house of cards and a bunch of the weeknd songs🥸

You and Samuel's relationship, to put it lightly, had always been a roller coaster. Sure, you had your happy moments, but they never lasted long before you were fighting over something. And when you weren't fighting, you both became ghosts to each other—minimal interactions, going to bed with your backs turned. You tried to end things multiple times, and Samuel let it happen. Because one thing Samuel knew for certain was that you'd always come back.

The first time you broke up with him, he was desperate—begging you to come back, and you did. After that, though, it became a routine. He no longer took the breakups seriously, knowing that with enough sweet words and pleading, you'd always return.

But this time was different.

This time, he miscalculated. He didn't take the breakup seriously, and that was his mistake, because this time you stood firm. No amount of texts, missed calls, or even the bouquets he sent to your door swayed you. You stayed gone. And it took him a while to realize you meant it this time.

So he tried to move on. He cut contact, tried to distract himself. But the truth was, he hadn't moved on at all.

Curiosity got the better of him after a few months, and he found out you were seeing someone else. What's that saying again? Oh, right—curiosity killed the cat.

That was what brought him here, to this crowded club. Samuel wasn’t here to meet new people—well, maybe that was part of it—but the real reason was to drown his sorrows. He knew he looked pathetic, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he could just start beating some random person to release all his pent-up frustration.

Fuck. He shouldn’t be so affected by this. He should have moved on by now, yet just seeing your face in his mind was enough to send him right back to square one.

From the corner of his eye, he saw someone sit down beside him, but he didn’t pay it any mind.

"Hi there," a voice said, and it was a voice he knew all too well. His eyes slowly shifted from the bottle of soju in front of him to you, sitting right next to him. He was speechless. Maybe he’d already had too much to drink.

"Don’t look at me like that. Is there something wrong with my face?" you said with a friendly smile. Too friendly.

“You…” Samuel breathed out.

“Me?” you asked casually, glancing down at the menu in your hand.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice gruff. “I’m with my friends,” you replied. With your friends, Samuel repeated silently in his head. Was the guy you were seeing here too? Is that why you were acting so composed while he sat there looking like a washed-up loser?

Samuel ran a hand through his messy hair, then reached for another bottle. “I’ll pay,” he suddenly said when he saw you about to order a drink. You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. “If you say so,” you hummed, not passing up the opportunity.

Samuel’s thoughts were a mess. He couldn’t quite settle on what he wanted to say to you. It was like there were too many emotions swirling in his head, all fighting for dominance.

“…And what are you doing here?” you asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Just wanted to relax,” he replied. A half-truth.

“Didn’t know clubs were your thing,” you said, watching him down the rest of his drink.

“They’re not,” he responded bluntly. You noticed the sharpness in his tone and decided to drop it.

A few moments of silence passed before he finally asked, “So… what have you been up to?”

“You know, the usual,” you said as your drink arrived.

Samuel couldn’t help but look at you. His heart felt heavier with each glance. You both talked for a bit, exchanging stories about what had been going on in your lives. It was almost surreal, sitting here, talking like this after everything. "And what about that guy you're seeing? Is he with you tonight?" Samuel asked, trying to sound indifferent but not quite succeeding. You froze for a moment, awkwardly tracing the rim of your glass. "Oh… uh, no. He’s, um, busy," you mumbled.

Samuel stared ahead, but a smirk tugged at his lips. He knew that look, that tone—a sign of trouble. "Too busy for you?" he asked, tilting his head, testing the waters. You nodded, still focused on your glass, completely missing the way Samuel was watching you now, like a predator who had just spotted an opening.

"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with faux surprise. "That’s a shame. I thought you two were doing well."

You could hear the mockery in his voice. “Samuel—” you started.

"I had a feeling he wasn’t good enough for you," he interrupted, his eyes really meeting yours for the first time that night. "Don’t," you said, your voice carrying a warning that wasn’t as firm as you intended it to be.

Samuel leaned in, his hand lightly brushing against your arm before he gripped your wrist, pulling you closer. "Tell me I’m wrong," he challenged, his voice low. "Tell me you don’t miss me. Tell me you don’t miss us."

Your eyes flicked between his hand on your wrist and his face. You bit your lip, glancing elsewhere, unable to meet his intense gaze. "We broke up for a reason," you muttered, more as a reminder to yourself than to him. He grinned, leaning even closer until his lips were just inches from yours. "People make mistakes. Doesn’t mean we can’t fix them."

Your breath hitched as you looked up at him. There was hesitation in your eyes, but there was something else there too. Something dangerous. That same fire that once burned between you two was beginning to ignite again.

Samuel could see it in the way your eyes trailed over his features.

He leaned in even further, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can make you forget about him," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Just give me one night."

Your breath was shaky as you exhaled, and in that moment, he knew he had you. You didn’t say a word, but the way your fingers curled into his shirt and pulled him closer was all the confirmation he needed.

Just like that, you were lured in, caught in the hunter’s trap once again. 

But you could hardly care about that now, could you? Not when his tongue is tangled with yours in a passionate kiss. The bathroom is dark and, surprisingly, fragrant.

Samuel hoists you onto the counter, his hands sliding up your thighs, bunching your dress around your hips as he positions himself between your legs. His hands roam your body, alternating between groping and kneading, desperate to feel as much of you as he can. He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck, sucking and leaving marks on your collarbone.

It’s as if he’s been starved of touch, and you’re the first to offer it to him. In a way, that’s exactly how it feels, considering how much he’s buried himself in work just to try and forget. “Missed you so much, princess,” he murmurs against your skin, continuing his descent.

He pulls down the front of your dress—along with your bra—to take one of your breasts into his mouth. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you sigh in pleasure, his mouth on one breast while he kneads the other. His hand slides down to your waist, tugging your underwear off in one swift motion.

Samuel pulls back for a moment, your hardened nipple glistening with saliva in the dim light. He drags you closer to the edge of the counter before dropping to his knees, pressing his face between your thighs. Your legs instinctively close around his head at the sudden rush of contact, and he pinches your thigh lightly in response. A gasp escapes your lips as he begins devouring you like a man starved. His thoughts are singular: He’s missed you, your taste, the way you feel, and the sound of your moans, even if they’re muffled by your hand.

“No one’s going to hear. Put your hand down,” he orders, his voice rough. It’s not a suggestion; it’s a command. But since when have you ever listened to him? You shake your head, and he rolls his eyes.

“Suit yourself,” he mutters before diving back in, tongue plunging into you. Flicking, sliding, and pressing that soft muscle against your core until your mind starts to blur. The room seems to fade into nothingness.

The only thing you’re aware of is the soft, warm slide of his tongue, the pressure he applies in just the right spots, and the ragged sound of his breathing as he loses himself in the moment. His hands grip your thighs firmly, grounding you, yet the way his mouth works against you sends your mind spinning, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Sammy—! Sammy, ’m gonna—” You choke out, teetering on the edge of release, your body trembling under the intensity. Your body arches involuntarily, your breath catching in your throat. A warmth floods through your veins, a mix of anticipation and inevitability as you teeter on the brink. Your hands grasp for anything—his hair, the countertop—desperately seeking an anchor as your mind goes blank, overwhelmed by sensation.

He doesn’t let up, continuing his relentless attack on your body. No, he plans to make you cum twice—maybe even three times—on his tongue before he even considers fucking you. And when he does, it won’t be in this tasteless club bathroom. Oh no. He’s going to take you home, or maybe to a nearby hotel, where he can have you all to himself.

This place isn’t worthy of what he has in mind.

The thing is, you’re still hesitant. Samuel would’ve let it slide—he would’ve—if he hadn’t caught the way you kept glancing at your boyfriend’s messages. Something in him snapped.

You were worried about that guy when Samuel was right there? Yeah, forget the nice guy act. He’s going to make sure you forget all about that boy tonight. He’ll make sure you’re so utterly consumed by him that you won’t even remember anyone else’s name but his.

“Eyes on the mirror,” he growls, his voice thick with authority as he grips your jaw, forcing your gaze forward. His fingers press against your cheek, making sure you watch—making sure you see. You can see yourself, spread so sinfully wide as he thrusts his cock into you.

Your knees are pulled back towards your chest, his strong arms wrapped securely around your thighs, his feet planted firmly on the bed. Your hands cling weakly to his strong arms as he pounds into you, every brutal thrust making your body tremble, tears forming in your eyes, and drool pooling at the corner of your lips.

“You’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy,” he rasps, fingers pressing harder into your cheeks. “The nerve you’ve got—” Plap! “to still be texting—” Plap! “that guy, after what we did in that bathroom?” The wet slap of skin meeting skin punctuates each word, echoing through the room. “Didn’t mean to—jus’—ah! I wanted t’check my—” you sob, unable to finish your sentence. “Your notifications?” he spits out, finishing for you. “Don’t give me that bullshit. I know you’re still thinking about him.” His voice is venomous, and you can only shake your head in a weak attempt to deny it.

Irritation flares in him, and he goes harder, his pace relentless. You can’t do anything but moan and whimper, your nails digging into the inked skin of his forearms. The bed creaks beneath you as he takes you harder, faster, as if punishing you for daring to think of anyone but him. Each punishing thrust sends him deep, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again, the hard press of his hips making your whole body rock. 

“I’m gonna ruin this pussy for him,” he growls into your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as if to mark you, to brand you as his. “Fucking ruin it f’anyone. You’ll be mine. You hear me? All. Fucking. Mine.” His fingers release your face to give your clit a sharp slap, the line between pleasure and pain dissolves completely.

The sting sparks through you, making you whimper, but you can’t even register the pain anymore—not when the pleasure has you teetering on the edge of something overwhelming. The sound of your voice, broken and breathless as you cry out his name, drives him to push you closer to your breaking point

You can barely think, let alone speak. Only nodding in compliance, your body wracked with orgasm after orgasm, your walls spasming around him as you come undone again and again. 

Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing cuts through the haze. Was it yours or Samuel’s? A quick glance tells you everything—it’s yours. Samuel’s eyes follow yours to see your boyfriend’s name flashing across the screen. His expression shifts from displeasure to something far more wicked, a twisted smirk spreading across his lips.

“Go on, answer it,” he whispers in your ear.

“But—” you try to protest, but one sharp look from him silences you. That look, the one that always makes heat pool between your legs. Reluctantly, you reach for your phone.

“Hello?” you manage to say, your voice trembling despite your best efforts. Samuel watches you, his possessive gaze locked on your face, savoring every second of your struggle. For a moment, he slows his thrusts, allowing you to speak—just long enough to give you a false sense of control. Then, with one brutal motion, he drives himself deeper into you, hitting that spot inside you that makes your mind go blank. 

You nearly choke on a gasp, but you stifle it with your hand. You glance at Samuel, only to be met with his smug, shit-eating grin. Another brutal thrust, and suddenly, he’s back to his relentless pace, dragging his cock in and out of you with such savage intensity that you can’t hold back anymore.

You bite down on your lip, eyes squeezed shut as tears of pleasure stream down your cheeks, your phone slipping from your grasp.

Samuel catches it effortlessly, pressing it to his ear. “Too bad you’re not here to see her like this. But don’t worry—I’m taking good care of her,” he taunts, his voice laced with a dark satisfaction. The panicked voice on the other end makes him chuckle before he ends the call, setting your phone to ‘do not disturb' and tossing it aside.

The night isn’t over. Not by a long shot.

[bfwooin]

A brainrot request where Sabbath boys help reader with her corset like Demon did to Katherine in vampire diaries😩😩 god there's something about men tying their women's corset, it's intimate in the best way!

the only flaw, you are flawless.

content. established rs for everyone yay, suggestive for wooin's, other than that its all fluff hehe.

a/n. always love writing for the sabbath boys. thanks for the request anon! i hope its to ur liking ^_^

꩜ wooin.

“you want me to do what now?”

wooin asks, peering from his phone as he stares at your back. your waist is wrapped by a sleek black corset that matches your skirt, your hands struggling to tie the satin ribbon from behind.

“just get up and help me tie this thing, will you?”

you say with tease, turning your head to meet his gaze from behind. he gets lost in your eyes, distracted by how flustered you look, troubling yourself with the complexity of this piece of clothing.

“babe, i don’t know how to tie a corset.”

he gets up and tosses his phone onto the couch, walking over to you and grabbing your waist with no intention to get started on helping you. his hands trail down to your hips, squeezing your sides playfully as he teases,

“plus, i think you look better without it.”

the moment he rests his chin on your shoulder, you flick his forehead, making him let go of you completely with a defeated sigh.

you and your attitude, it's what he gets in return from riling you up. and of course you always get your way with things, as your boyfriend laces your corset to the best of his ability before tying the ends, just for you.

“good enough?”

he retrieves his phone from the couch and snaps a picture of his masterpiece, showing it to you with pride. you turn around, and god, he has a gorgeous view right in front of him. he immediately darts his eyes towards your cleavage, admiring the push it created.

but you step on his foot upon realisation, frowning at the man who can’t help but smirk at your feistiness.

꩜ hyuk.

“i thought you knew how to do it yourself.”

hyuk sighs, fiddling with the laces as he stands behind your panicky self. the both of you were running late to an event he surprisingly agreed to attend, totally not because of wooin’s threats towards your poor boyfriend.

“just loop the string through the holes and tighten it!”

you order him, and he slowly pulls the strings towards him, making your waist cinched by the garment.

“okay, now what?”

you roll your eyes and look back at him,

“i don’t know, maybe tie it?”

your sarcasm earns a scoff from him as he proceeds to do god knows what with the laces. maybe he’s butthurt by your snide, attempting to mask it by playing pretence. but in reality, he sneakily whips out his phone from his pocket and searches a tutorial on how to tie a corset.

without your knowledge, as you’re too distracted by how your appearance looks in the mirror, he watches the video he found online once and follows through the steps in his head, completing his job and making his girl happy.

“i’m done, babe.”

he puts his hands on your shoulders, and you turn around to give him a quick hug. he embraces you, the connection transient yet appreciative for his gesture.

you think that he’s just a natural at this, at everything actually.

but oh well, some things are better left not known, right?

꩜ joker.

“i can try,”

is all what joker says before he finds himself stumped at the task. despite your reassurance for his inability, he still insists on helping you with your corset.

it’s a cute trait, really. your boyfriend wants to help you in every way possible, it’s how he expresses his love for you.

“does this go here…? maybe not.”

he thinks aloud, and you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he is right now. laser-focused is a way to put it; he guides his hands along the ribbon slowly with purpose, weaving it through the holes before he finally finishes the top part.

“oh, you did it!”

you turn around, your back facing the mirror as you glance from your side to look at your reflection.

“is it good?”

he asks, seeking validation for his handiwork. you nod eagerly, reaching out for his rough hand and holding it.

“just one more, okay?”

he agrees, turning you around and adjusting your hair away from your back. tranquility engulfs the room; you look at his attentive eyes in the reflection, his hands now seemingly skilled from this new-found talent of his.

he gains yet another praise from you once he finishes his craft, this time with a kiss from you as an added bonus for his efforts.

꩜ vinny.

“i don’t have time to do this,”

vinny mumbles unwillingly, and you feign sadness, knowing that he’ll give in within the next few seconds. you turn away slowly for dramatic effect, and it predictably gets his attention.

he approaches you and sits on the edge of your bed where you’re sitting, immediately hoisting the laces with both hands before he realises he has no clue on where to even start.

“have you done this before?”

he asks, and you shake your head.

“then why did you even buy this…?”

“i thought it’ll look good on me, okay?”

you pout frustratedly, preparing your ears for another rambling session from your boyfriend. however, he sighs and complies, attempting to weave the ribbon through the holes, at least in a presentable manner.

“you look good in everything,”

he utters absentmindedly, continuing to work with his hands before he tightens your corset and ties the finishing bow.

“you mean that?”

“why would i say it if i didn’t? stupid…”

he looks away, hiding his subtle blush that spreaded across his cheeks after seeing your body in the corset proper. you smile at the sight, leaning towards him to kiss his cheek that was facing you.

unfortnuately, someone has to save this man before his whole body turns beet red.

[proqhetic]

Could you write your head canons for what dating Lottie would be like? Sorry it’s basic this is my first time requesting 😅

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ ꪆৎ ˚ ⋅ dating lottie matthews hcs

cw: nsfw at the bottom, blood

when your relationship is just starting out, i think lottie would be extremely shy or reserved

i don’t think she has a lottttt of experience (compared to say jackie or nat), and she’s always kept to herself more, so she’d be extra cautious about not messing this up or making you uncomfortable in anyway

trusts you with the “weirder” sides of herself that she’s usually too embarrassed to show around others and you only love her even more for it

she’s so cute WAAAJSHAHSKFHAGJ

will do the pinky thing when she wants to hold your hand where she just lightly pokes your hand with it before you just full on take her hand in yours 😭😭

“lottie, we’re already dating. you can hold my hand.” “i just— i wasnt sure!” she defends herself while grinning, taking your hand in hers

her main love language is definitely gift giving!! she’ll gladly shower you in gifts and presents everyday if she knew it would make you happy

if you mention in passing about an expensive pair of shoes you’ve been eyeing for a while now or a funko pop of one of ur faves just dropped, expect to see it nicely wrapped in a bow on your bed by the next day <3

expect her to go ALL OUT for valentine’s day, christmas and your birthday in terms of surprising you with presents and parties.

matching halloween costumes are also on the agenda

cannot cook to save her life this point should just be canon (will try to cook breakfast in bed for you and fail miserably)

sleepovers at her house after soccer practice!!! you’d sit on the bleachers and watch her during practice with heart eyes like those cheesy high school movies while you wait for her

so. many. forehead kisses. (that height difference mmm)

light sleeper — (esp pre-dating) frequently wakes up in the middle of the night and has trouble falling asleep. your presence alone has been such a help,, she’ll have an arm wrapped around your waist or fall asleep tucked into the crook between your neck and shoulder while u play with her hair > <

but the second you crawl up to pee in the middle of the night you come back and see her awake and staring back at you all groggy and pouty hhjshdjehs

asks nat how to create a mixtape just so she can create one for you with all the songs that remind her of you

slips you those stupid post-its in class with the checkboxes that are like

“ hey.. i think ur pretty cute :) date tn? ▢ yes!! ♡ ▢ no :( ”

even though it’s been like a good few months into your rs

⚠️ — nsfw

secretly a freak but wbk… let’s be honest here!!!!

loves whispering the filthiest things in your ear when you guys are out with your friends just to see you get all worked up and flustered

that paired with her evil grinnn oh when her fangs poke out MMMMNNCMSBV i’m going insane

speaking of fangs… biting your lip/neck until she draws blood (vampire!lottie you will always be famous)

sooo whiny. non stop whimpering. even draws them out because she knows how much hearing her turns you on

needs to build some confidence around you and get over that embarrassed start but could definitelyy be the dom one if she wanted

sleepy sex is her favourite >_< waking up to two of her fingers already inside you as she greets you with a drawled “good morning babyy” and a chaste kiss as she adds a third finger in

[kissbyoon]

“on your way to love.” ₍ epilogue ₎

───── ABOUT epilogue of my first full fic “on your way to love” !! ς(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

⋆ 𝒘𝒄: 1.9k ⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, est. rs, humour ⋆ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: bf!jeonghan x f!reader ⋆ 𝒄𝒘: skinship, kissing, petnames, kwan & chan are curious kids, tiny bit suggestive

A/N: i HAAAAAAATEE tumblr SO MUCHHH. LIKE WHAT DO U MEAN 1000 BLOCKS PER POST?? don't piss me off *insert bonon pic* | but this epilogue is completely based on this fic (haha check it out HAHA)

─────୨୧ EPILOGUE (5 MONTHS LATER)

With one last review, you gather your files and get up from your seat, ready to give it to your team leader. It was lunch time, and everyone had already left to have a break.

It was the first time in a while that Seungkwan, Chan and Joshua left without asking you to tag along with them. You didn't even mind, because you knew what was going on in their mind.

“We should get Y/n and Jeonghan with us!” Chan suggested, earning looks of disapproval from his colleagues Joshua and Seungkwan.

“Are you, like, stupid?” Seungkwan scowled, and poor Chan frowned, pouting.

“Hey, can't you read the room? Y/n is working on a project along with Jeonghan. Let's leave them alone.” Joshua explained, referring to how you two had been sharing peaceful talks and smiles, without the usual banters and enmity. Even though, out of the three, Joshua was well aware of the relationship between you and Jeonghan. So, he had to somehow divert their attention from you two and help to keep this thing a secret.

You really would tell Seungkwan and Chan, really. Just when your heart agrees that they would be understanding and won't create a scene because of it. You're fully aware of how they constantly ship you with Jeonghan, and getting this news is like a treasure found in the middle of an ocean floor for them. Maybe after another month?

Joshua, on the other hand, had been the master helper of Jeonghan. How could he not know? Especially when you started to suddenly make everything about his best friend.

“Oh my god, right! I swear I smell a fresh news coming soon—”

“Alright, alright, let's go!” Joshua interrupted Chan, pushing Seungkwan along with him in the elevator before entering himself too.

A soft smile touched your lips as you recalled their conversation you had eavesdropped on. You're not certain if you can hide it from them for much time.

The department floor was really quiet, with only you in there. Jeonghan had left his office just a few minutes ago to assist the CEO with a small issue. Ofcourse, he had to inform you before doing so.

You reached his office, pushing the glass door open before entering. Placing the stack of files on his desk, you took a look around his office in disapproval.

His belongings were everywhere but in their place.

After a minute of considering your thoughts, you quickly got to tidying up his things. You were just halfway through rearranging his books and files on his desk when you felt a pair of arms encircle your waist gently, causing you to flinch.

“What is my love doing?”

Snapping your head to look behind you, you were met with your lovely team leader who was grinning ear-to-ear, his amused eyes fixated on you entirely.

You let out a soft sigh of relief, lightly hitting his hand.

“You scared me..”

“Awh, I'm sorry~” he cooed, pressing his soft lips against the side of your neck as he rocked you like a baby.

“But why are you arranging my things? I would've done it myself.” He said, one of his hands reaching out to grab a pen from his desk and put it in the pen holder.

“Don’t worry, I came here to submit the recent report and this place looked nothing less than a store room.” You chuckle, grabbing your files and handing them to him.

“Woah, you're already done with it?” He breathed out, taking the files from your hands.

“Hm! Can you review it once—”

Jeonghan, without a second thought, placed the files on the desk and grabbed a pen to sign the front page. Your eye widened as you glanced between the paper and Jeonghan.

“Why would you sign it? You didn't even read it!”

“Why do I need to read it again? I trust you, love, and I know this is perfect. Is there even anything you can't possibly do?” He grinned, shooting you a glance as he collected all the paperwork and stacked them together.

With a stupid shy smile, you stared at Jeonghan, swooning over how he caused butterflies to dance in your stomach so flawlessly.

“That's an exaggeration. But thank you, hannie,” your smile widens as he turns his head to look at you.

“It's not an exaggeration!—”

“Okay, okay!” You shush him, placing a finger against his lips. He immediately shut up, clicking his tongue with a soft pout.

“Did you eat lunch?” You ask, turning to face him fully as you fix his hair. His hands instinctively reach to wrap around your waist. He shakes his head in response, leaning in for you to fix his hair properly.

“I'm hungry, though.” He adds, causing you to frown.

“Then go eat something... you can't be working on an empty stomach.”

“No, I want to have something else,” his smile grew, and his eyes shone with mischief—enough to let you know that he was upto no good.

“Something else?” You repeated, catching the way his eyes flickered to your lips. He bit his lower lip, a huge, flirty grin across his face.

The realisation finally settled in, earning a gasp from you. Your eyes grew wide in disbelief.

“...why would you word it like that!—” You say in amusement and disbelief, the corner of your lips curving upwards as Jeonghan laughed menacingly and leaned forward to press his lips against your soft ones.

He moved his lips gently on top of yours, unable to hold his smile as you chuckled. With a gentle push, he trapped you between him and the desk, placing his hands on either side of the desk.

The air around you turned sweet, blushy and—

“OH MY—”

“MY EYES!!!”

The two of you jumped, snapping your head to be met with Seungkwan and Chan—who looked very, very horrified at the sight unfolding before their eyes. Jeonghan and you could swear that your eyes shot wide like never before. Your hands instinctively pushed away Jeonghan, instantly regretting the harshness of it.

“C’mon, drop the act now,” Joshua followed in, lightly smacking their head before looking at you two with a guilty expression. “Sorry, I couldn't stop them from running away… you know how these two are.”

“Care to elaborate how exactly we are!?” Seungkwan shoved Joshua with his shoulder, glaring. But Chan couldn't care less about anything else as he gradually walked up to you two.

“This must be a dream…” he breathed, dramatically putting a hand over his chest. Jeonghan smiled to himself, loving the fact that he could finally show you off. (Because, Seungkwan and Chan knowing a secret was equivalent to the whole department being aware of it by the next day.)

“Chan, stop it—” you attempted to stop him, but in vain.

“I always knew something was up! You did so well Yoon Jeonghan!” Chan aggressively patted his shoulder while he smiled and nodded along, even offering his hand for a handshake.

“Stop, stop! Shouldn't we be interviewing Y/n first?” Seungkwan chirped, placing a hand over Chan’s shoulder.

You looked away, already closing your eyes at the sheer thought of their dramatic reactions and questions. Jeonghan, always the first one to notice your discomfort, placed his hands on his hips.

“얘들아! (Guys), I appreciate your excitement and support, but we have too much work to be talking about this,” he firmly stated, a hint of playfulness in his tone. Seungkwan stepped forward with a pout, ready to protest.

“What work? We just finished a project!”

“Reviewing the project for reassurance.” Jeonghan countered, raising an eyebrow. Joshua snickered from behind, earning death glares by Seungkwan and Chan.

“Then we’ll have team dinner tonight, it's my treat.” Jeonghan adds, immediately causing the two men to gasp in surprise. They straightened their posture, saluting their team leader as they shouted “your wish is our command!” in unison. And in no time, they were off to their cubicles, their eyes refusing to leave their computer screens until they would be done with the very specific work given by their boss as Joshua kept an eye on them to prevent them from slacking off.

Jeonghan proudly grinned, having avoided their thousand questions effortlessly. But his smile dropped as he turned to look at you—who was glaring her eyes out at him.

“What's wrong, baby…” he asked, almost too timidly. You turned to face him, huffing deeply. He stepped back, sensing danger.

“You know what's your problem?”

“...what?” He breathed out, his expression changing as he thought for a second that there was an actual problem with his behaviour. Did he upset you? Were you gonna breakup with him? Were you—

“You always notice whenever I'm feeling uncomfortable! Not only that—you managed to get those two out of here so effortlessly,” you pointed out the glass barrier at your fellow colleagues aggressively tapping on their computer mouse. “While I had to cross oceans and rivers and I don't know what just to get them to shut up!”

You complained, your eyes going wide as you continued to rant. Before the relief of this situation not being serious could even reach him, the feeling of adoration filled his system entirely. The fondness in his eyes returned, admiring each and every detail of your face as if it was his new hobby.

“Can you stop being so perfect?” With a final sentence, you end your rant and watch as Jeonghan’s expression shifts—a soft, but amused smirk danced on his lips, his eyebrows furrowed slightly and his hands rested in his pockets.

“You love me so much, don't you?” He asked softly, tilting his head. You frowned, but he mirrored your expression with a stupid dreamy smile, making it impossible for you to keep up the act any longer. The corners of your lips twitched, and before they could curve into a smile, you looked away.

Jeonghan chuckled, reaching to take both of your hands before placing them on either of his cheeks.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, his hands on top of yours that cupped his cheeks gently. “But those three words would sound pretty on your lips.”

Finally breaking into a grin, you held his face a little more stable and pulled him gently to peck his lips.

“I love you, hannie.”

A soft, beautiful and almost emotional smile touched his lips instantly, his eyes softening even more than before.

“I love you more, my pretty baby.” He whispered, pulling you into a warm and much-needed hug.

Those words sounded so natural and easy on his lips. As if he was meant to say it, as if it was the most beautiful thing he had ever done—to love you. Anyone else wouldn't catch the hundreds of emotions conveyed through his soft words, but you think you're the luckiest one to have understood each and everything perfectly.

You hugged him back with double his energy. Both of you melted in eachother's warmth, completely lost in your own lovey-dovey world to the point when Joshua cleared his throat to make his presence known outside the door, the two of you said—

“Privacy please,” in unison, in the same lovey-dovey tone as you stretched out your arm to emphasize. But Jeonghan was so busy hugging you, he could only use his words.

And poor Joshua, flabbergasted than ever, walked away with his jaw dropped to the floor.

It's unbelievable how life has so many different paths for you, and it's your choice which one you wish to follow. But you knew—following the path of your heart would be the best choice you could ever make.

So here you are with your home. And there's no other path for you to follow. You want to be just here, wrapped safely in his embrace forever.

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[ohimsummer]

i need satoru's dick inside me NEOW i'm so srs rn, i'm going to combust

— minors dni, subby! satoru x afab! + cockhungry! reader 😼, established rs

it’s rare that satoru takes commands from you without a little teasing first. he can’t really help it, you just look so cute trying to be all bossy.

“take your pants off.”, you ask, no demand. he looks up at you from the couch with his signature sly grin, but he can’t even get a word out before you’re speaking again. “now.”

and woah, that tone is…doing something to him. he doesn’t know what it is about the assertiveness in your voice, or the urgent look in your eyes paired with what you just said, but it’s enough to cause a stirring in his pants and a tingle at his fingertips.

satoru tries to laugh it off, poke fun at you again, but you can tell he’s nervous, excited. “wow, eager today, aren’t we baby?”

“faster.”, you reply, and he’s got his pants off in seconds. “good boy.”

oh, that, now that’s enough to put an obvious tent in his boxers. he can’t really help it. any praise from you goes through a pipeline straight from your mouth to his dick.

satoru grabs hold of your hips the minute you climb onto his lap. you raise up the oversized shirt (his) clinging to your skin, grabbing it in your teeth to reveal a good view of you already bare underneath. he can feel the pool of saliva forming on his tongue, and satoru swallows down a gulp before he’s blatantly drooling at the sight of you.

your slick pussy meets his hardened cock, gliding along his length and you both let out a moan. satoru gives your hips a squeeze, guiding you along his length as he sinks back into the plush safety of the couch. his mouth falls open, jaw going slack as he darts a tongue over pretty, pink lips. his breathing has quickened into needy pants and sharp gasps, broken moans falling free as you wet his cock with your sweet juices. satoru looks downright breathtaking—if you weren’t desperate to have him balls-deep in you before, you definitely are now.

you halt your movements. white lashes flutter, lids open and you are met with satoru’s azure gaze, knowing that a complaint is on the tip of his tongue. he is cut off by a light squeeze around his length, and satoru digs his fingers into your waist as you give him a few pumps, thoroughly soaking him in pre and slick.

“i want you to lay back and relax, baby.”, you murmur against his cheek, pressing a kiss there as you line him up with your entrance. “you just let me do all the work.”

satoru only gives a short hum, leaning into your affection. his own hips grow eager, bucking up against you to sink his tip into your needy hole. “what’s the occasion, angel? not that i’m complaining, but any reason you’re treating me extra extra good today?”

you giggle. it puts a feeling in his gut. the good kind, like when you tug his pants down after dragging him into a public bathroom stall.

“i plan on spending the next few hours bouncing on this dick. and i can’t have you tapping out too soon, so i’m gonna need you to save allllll your energy, ‘kay?”

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