#HIM BEING SHY I AM GOING TO PUNCH MY WALL

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Hey Emily! Hope your road trip is going well and you're travelling safely 💞

For the prompts you posted, could I please ask for “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.” with Jeonghan? I've been in severe Jeonghan brainrot lol so, I thought reading about him would help keep me from impulsively writing about him myself instead.

omg hi RJ! we had a safe trip to dc and now we’re on the way to nyc! you absolutely can, jeonghan has also on my mind lately and im so happy to write him for you 💖 lowkey u should write him too tho

“You wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? No funny business, I just really don’t want today to end.”

Jeonghan is… nervous. Nervous out of his mind. It’s only the second date, he knows he shouldn’t be asking you this, but he’s just not ready for his time with you to be over.

He started his day by calling you to confirm the date (and he also might have wanted to hear your voice). He spent most of the morning thinking about you, and when he rolled up to your place and spotted you waving excitedly at him on the sidewalk, he finally felt like he could breathe.

He’s breathless now waiting to hear your answer, but he can see you mulling it over and doesn’t want to pressure you.

Soon enough, you give him a sweet smile and say, “I will if you let me use your skincare and your biggest t-shirt.”

“Deal,” He agrees with an easy grin before offering you his hand and helping you into his car. He’s already got the shirt picked out in his mind and thankfully, he washed his sheets yesterday so they’re all fresh and clean for you.

He wasn’t expecting anything more than a date tonight, and he’s elated you’re up for a sleepover too.

It isn’t until he’s pulling into his spot in the parking garage that he realizes this means he’ll get to sleep next to you, and wake up with you, and maybe make you breakfast and give you a kiss tasting of coffee and syrup, and maybe he’ll just go ahead and fall in love with you too.

He’s already halfway there, anyway. What’s a little further?

You chat about what movie to watch as he leads you down the hallway, Jeonghan proposing the Lego trilogy and you countering with your own favorites. You settle on a few episodes of the new drama you’ve both been wanting to see, and his hand only shakes a little as he unlocks the door and pushes it open.

He hopes you like his place; though it’s a bit small and disorganized, it feels like him and he’s proud of the space he’s managed to create. You seem like you do like it, immediately moving to his Lego display case with wide eyes and a bright smile.

Chuckling to himself, Jeonghan follows you to the plexiglass and begins to point out sets he thinks you’ll recognize. It makes for a simple ice breaker and he watches you grow more and more comfortable as the conversation flows.

It flows right over to the couch, where you wrap him up in a tale of the last time you tried to do a lego set. Apparently, your cat ate approximately fifteen pieces while you were making tea and had to go to the emergency vet. He doesn’t blame you for not wanting to attempt another after such an ordeal, though he wonders if you’d ever like to build one with him.

He’s about to ask when you remind him of the plan.

“Can I have that t-shirt? I wanna get out of these jeans, they’re the worst,” you request, grimacing and plucking at the denim.

“Yes!” He jumps up, taking your hand and tugging you up from the couch. You let out a small sound of surprise, following him on light feet to his bedroom.

Jeonghan feels a little shy as you take in his messy bed and clothes-covered chair but he tries not to show it, immediately moving to his dresser to dig out the biggest shirt he owns.

It’s plain, old, and a bit worn out, but it’s the comfiest thing in this apartment and he’s ecstatic to hand it over to you.

He points you to the bathroom, taking the time to change into his own pajamas and pretending his heart doesn’t skip in his chest when you reappear.

You tug at the hem of the shirt, though it rests about midway on your thighs, and he forces his eyes away from your legs and onto your face.

“Looks good on you,” he murmurs, offering you a hand and leading you back into the bathroom.

“Here’s my cleansing balm, and I have a few options for serums. Oh, and here’s my moisturizer.”

It’s all lined up neatly on the quartz of his counter and he watches as you pick up one of his proffered serums with a gleeful look on your face.

“You have the expensive vitamin C,” you breathe, gazing at him with wonder.

“Yeah,” he grins. “Seungkwan is an influencer and he gets a lot of PR, so he gives me his castoffs.”

“What’s it like to be God’s favorite?”

“Like a dream, if I’m being honest.”

You playfully roll your eyes at him and he bumps his hip against yours, his cheeks aching with the width of his smile.

He loves this already, feeling so domestic with you, and he’s halfway into hatching a plan to ask you to move in with him when you set the serum down and pick up the cleansing balm.

You set to work, massaging your face with clear concentration in your eyes, and Jeonghan decides to join you.

Watching and giggling at each other in the bathroom mirror, you scrub your faces clean side by side. This feels familiar to him, like it’s something he’s been doing with you for years, like it’s something he’ll be doing with you for years to come.

He’s lucky you’re busy rinsing away the balm while he comes to the realization that he might be a bit more than halfway in love with you.

It’s not ideal, especially because he’s not sure where you stand, but it is kind of exciting.

He’s never been in love before, but that has to be what this is. This comfort, this contentment, this fondness, this passion.

There’s no other explanation as to why he’s riveted watching you pat serums into your skin, why his heart is racing at the sight of you in his shirt, why he’s never been more excited to crawl into bed before.

It’s all because of you, because you’re here with him.

He only becomes more sure when you both decide to forgo the drama and just go straight to bed, curling up on your sides facing each other under the shared covers.

You talk for hours, until your eyes are falling closed and your words are mere whispers, and just before he succumbs to sleep, he sends a wish out into the universe that every single date he has with you ends like this.

[buntanteen]

svt fic recs list <3 - yjh, hjs & lee chan - sfw ver.

reader insert fics!! though, lots of these are ot13 writings, i am specifically recommending the jeonghan, joshua and dino sections!

✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩

note: i haven't made a fic rec list since i was a teen lol. i'm gonna try do 13 recs per list (cuz that's how many members are in seventeen :3) i've added my mini thoughts and i'm going to add lil song recs too!! these lists are partially for me to look back on too :d

✩ yoon jeonghan ✩

❥ jeonghan boyfriends habits - @odxrilove

*sobs in cute lil domestic actions* shut up i LOVE having my hair played with and attention on me and physical touch that isn't necessarily affection and yapping and being playful ahhh

❥ bf!jeonghan headcanons - @etherealyoungk

this is exactllyyyy the kind of s/o i want raaaaaaaaaaaa. teasing, playful, sweetheart, pouty, mature and a listener. this made me smile soooo much

✩ hong joshua ✩

❥ joshua boyfriend habits - @odxrilove

*cries in physical touch and acts of service* mORE hair touching??? are you trying to speak to my heart😭 shua really said "my handbag is your waist" (just one day by bts reference) with that last one*

❥ bf!joshua scenarios - @etherealyoungk

*punches wall in chef shua making reader breakfast* he's just such a sweetieeee. the intentional quality time is something i can sooo see him doing

✩ lee chan/dino ✩

❥ dino boyfriend habits - @odxrilove

*cries in physical touch and acts of service pt.2* as a shy person, i love when my friends order for me (or when there's a qr code lol) i think i'd pass out if someone pulled me by the loop of my jeans kjfdbdfb

✩ ot13 works (yjh, hjs & lee chan sections) ✩

❥ seventeen as boyfriends - @catboyieejeno

super cute, lengthy and detailed for all members! i was swooning and giggling over each of them hehe~

jeonghan's bits of physical affection coupled with noise effects highkey make my heart soar idk whyyy

shua being a gentleman but bro i'll be one right back at you >:)) skincare nights??? as a skincare girly i would loveeee that ahhh

hAND HOLDING WITH CHANNIE GRRR. i love when people listen to me yap (my friend listened to me yap about svt today haha). i agree with that last bit about chan giving confidence and reassurance. he already does that for me as a fan, so it would be amplified by 990211x~

❥ seventeen when you reject their kiss (as a prank) - @emocheol

hannie was such a little shit. of cOURSE he'd be dramatic and do a 180 on the situation so reader is being pranked

shua's reaction was so hot. it was a mature approach to the situation and my brain started barking kjgbkfa

chan's killed me. this poor kid is trying his best jgfdkb

additionally, hoshi and jihoon's made me tear up a bit :,) they're so precious to me

❥ sharing the bed with seventeen - @emocheol

jeonghan. let. me. spoon. you >:((( (i just wanna cuddle him)

cackled at the absurdity of joshua's with full acknowledgement that him reading to me would make me fall asleep lmao

oh no...dino...we'd both kick each other off the bed

❥ matchy-matchy with seventeen - @lovingseventeen

wanna play with jeonghan's hair so baddd. i used to do my and my friend's hair so much as a kid

i don't really wear rings, BUT FOR SHUA I CAN TRY!! (kinda want a ring like svt does in honour of them?! idk tho)

chan and i are gonna pull up in comfy matching set fits yeahhhh

❥ you ask to leave lipstick stains on their face - @gi4hao

getting lipstick stains back from hannie?? fuck yeahhh

flirty shua *blushes and kicks blanket*

damn, dino sounds like he's in heavennnn (he's soooo down bad lmao)

❥ things they left with you before leaving for tour - @seuonji

jeonghan being thorough and specific and intentional with his shirt choices

joshie writing letters arghhhhh. as someone who loves to write letters to friends (via text or on physical cards) this really speaks to my heart

channie's is sooo fucking thoughtful and i freaking love snacks and quality time at a distance is difficult so i love this ahhh

❥ svt when they’re clingy - @gyuslcve

jeonghan's AHHH. how am i supposed to say no to himmm🥺🥺

shua...hE'S SO SOFTTTT HNGHHGHG. back hugs are so niceee ahhh

spooning? forehead kisses? hand holding?!!?! with dino?!?! yess pls :,)

❥ hyper/calm dynamics - @cxffecoupx

calm reader, calm jeonghan. low energy us just chillingg

all of the above reader & shua. fuck yeah. i tend to adapt my energy to the situation, so chaos can unleash whenever heh :3

hyper reader, calm chan. i will look at him with equal parts embarrassment and endearment haha

additionally: i would hype the shit out of hoshi. no one would never handle us grrrrr ఇ◝‿◜ఇ

mini message from me: thank you for reading!! stay cool or warm wherever you're at!! take care of yourselves and treat yourselves to something yummyyyy~ ς(.>‿<)

ames' song recs: serendipity by bts (jimin), heaven by rm, same dream same mind same night by seventeen (vocal unit), yes or no by jungkook & our summer by txt

taglist: no one yet, but if y'all would like to be on it, pls comment :))

[forlorn-crows]

its time!

 For my fellow Mount lover, In what i've named “The Spreader Bar Chronicles”  I'm tasking you with, soft, sweet Mounty. Praising, worshiping, *loving* Shy Aether. Im going to be just a little picky about this, you dont have to use the exact line but something abouts “you take care of everyone so well, let me take care of *you* for once” very centered around aether just relaxing, letting go, not having to work for his enjoyment. The spreader bar, not to be a punishment, or restriction, but cautionary, so mount has all the room in the world to work. To leave Aether exposed, vulnerable. Naked But Safe. 

I am so very excited to see what comes of this, kiss kiss<3

uhh aether def starts out shy but i think he got a lil too horny in there. but he's being reallllyyy good for his mountain, dont worry.

trans aether this time. bc we all know how i feel about his short fat [redacted]

Aether digs his fingers into Mountain's thigh, gripping a little tighter as the earth ghoul's lithe fingers dip into his wet folds. Touching just for the sake of touching, indulging in the little whines he receives when the pads of the digits skim over Aether's fat length. 

"How's that?" Mountain asks softly, pressing a kiss to the quintessence ghoul's temple. 

He bites his lip, gives a short nod of the head. His legs twitch against the spreader bar at his ankles. It took a little coaxing to get Aether to let him tighten the leather straps there, situate the connected wooden bar so that his legs stayed spread, open. Vulnerable, Aether had said. But really, it's encouragement to relax, to take all that Mountain will lovingly give.

"You're so shy like this. It's alright, you know, to want to be taken care of." Mountain's fingers close around his clit and offer short, slow strokes. Indulgent. Intimate. Aether sighs, tipping his head back to thump against the earth ghoul's collarbone.

"I know. S' hard sometimes," he admits.

"You take care of everyone else constantly, darling. Let me take care of you for once, hm?" 

His hips buck against Mountain's hand. "So do you," he protests.

"Hush. You can take care of me later," he tuts. He snakes his other hand up to a pebbled nipple before he can offer another retort. Pinches the pink bud between two fingers. Aether keens, dick throbbing in Mountain's hand.

"That's it," he encourages. "There you go."

“Feels good,” he groans. “Can you do them both? Just for a little bit.” Mountain hums in agreement, giving his length another stroke before bringing his hand up to the other nipple. He hooks his chin over the quintessence ghoul’s shoulder, watching as he swirls one finger around the buds. 

“Fuck,” Aether breathes. His eyes slip closed, hands petting at Mountain’s thighs. The earth ghoul’s gentleness is accented with points of pleasure; a flick here, a pinch there. Playing with them until they turn a pretty mauve. He can feel Aether’s breath hitch when he moves to palm at his tits in earnest, perfectly sized to fit in the full span of Mountain’s hands. 

“This okay?” Mountain asks, kneading at the flesh. He nuzzles into Aether’s cheek.

“Yeah,” he says, almost a whisper. “Shit, Mountain, that makes me so hard, keep doing it.”

“Mm, I can see that,” he hums, eyes flicking down to his cock, standing fat and flushed from out of his folds now. It kicks a little under his gaze. Aether’s legs twitch again, rattling the little metal hardware on the bar straps. “Wet too, I bet.”

Aether makes a gut-punched noise, arching with it. He doesn’t answer. Instead, he grabs one of Mountain’s hands and guides it back down to his cunt, pushing his fingers against his entrance where it is, indeed, very slick. 

“You feel so good here,” Mountain praises. He pets his folds, coating his fingers. “Doing such a good job, letting me take care of you.” His fingers dip in just a little, pressing on his walls, just to feel. “Can I add a little something, pamper you some more?”

Aether nods, still lost in the feeling of his fingers. The earth ghoul reaches somewhere behind him, producing two small objects. He opens his hand to reveal a small bottle of lube and a small, clear silicone toy. 

“Oh,” Aether breathes. “Yes. Please, yes.” The toy in question is a cock stroker, perfectly sized for his smaller length. Mountain squishes it slightly, the ribbed texture inside rubbing against itself. 

“Allow me,” the earth ghoul rumbles. He squirts a few drops of lube inside, spreading it with his finger. He takes the excess and circles Aether’s dick with it, getting it even wetter. Aether watches and takes a shaky breath. 

Mountain swirls the end of the sleeve around the tip of his clit, dipping the head of it in and out, in and out in slow movements. When Aether starts grabbing at his thighs again, he slides it on. 

“Fuck. Mountain, please.” He twitches his hips into it. Struggles against the bar again, trying to clamp his thighs around Mountain’s hand. The outline of his length shows through the opaque material, the little head just poking out when Mountain squishes it all the way down. 

“There you go; feels good, doesn’t it?” He strokes at a medium pace, adding plenty of squeezes and rubs against the tip. 

“Uh huh,” Aether whines. He’s leaning fully into the earth ghoul now, helpless to the flick of his wrist and the drag of the stroker. 

“Look so good, darling,” Mountain says, a little breathless himself. “Want you to really get into it, show me how much you enjoy it.” Aether cants his hips again. Grinds into the silicone, into Mountain’s hand. Turns his head into his collarbone and moans. “That’s it, take what you need.”

“Gonna make me cum,” he gasps. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” He clenches around nothing, more slick drooling out. His dick throbs inside the sleeve, kicking in tandem with each jump of his stomach, each spasm and jiggle of his thigh. 

“Cum for me, starlight.” And oh, does he. Legs straining against the bar, thumping it against the sheets with each little kick of his legs. Mountain watches his eyes roll back under fluttering lashes, heavy breaths falling from his parted lips. His fingers dig into the meat of the earth ghouls thighs as he tenses and shudders, yelping when Mountain flicks the sleeve off the head of his clit in such a way that makes him clench. One more twitch of his inner thighs and he’s making a choked-off noise as a single spurt of milky-white fluid shoots out onto the sheets. 

“Fuck,” he cries. Mountain holds him close, watching as the last of it dribbles down his folds and just out of view. Aether collapses back against him, chest heaving. “Satanas, you really made me cum. Unholy shit.”

Mountain grips at his hips. Restrains himself from groaning openly in his ear. “Do you want more?” he asks instead, hoping the answer is:

“Yes,” Aether groans. “Want your fingers, get them deep, Mount.”

The earth ghoul rolls his neck, suppressing another moan. “Anything,” he says, perhaps too eagerly. “Anything you want, starlight.” He doesn’t waste a second. One hand presses the flesh of his inner thigh back while the other cups his cunt. Two fingers dip down, sliding wetly inside. Both of them groan with it, Aether at the heightened sensation, Mountain at the silky feeling of his inner walls, the way he clenches immediately around his fingers. 

“Oh,” Aether moans. “Oh really fuck me with them, fill me up.” Mountain really can’t help the noise that comes out of his mouth then. He pulls the quintessence ghoul tighter to him, shifting him slightly to get the best angle before hilting his fingers as far as he can get them. Each thrust squelches with how wet he is, the only sound in the room besides Aether’s groans for a few heated moments. 

A particular brush of Mountain’s palm against his still throbbing clit makes him cry out. Aether’s hand flies up to the back of the earth ghoul’s neck, threading into his hair and straining to pull him closer. 

"Are you hard?" Aether gasps. "Please tell me you are." Mountain lets out a shaky laugh and ruts his cock against his ass as confirmation. “Seven hells please fuck me, Daddy, need you so fucking bad.”

Mountain groans selfishly at the word. “There’s my baby,” he purrs, leaning down to sloppily capture Aether’s mouth in a kiss. “Gonna take such good care of you, darling,” he mumbles against his lips. “You’ve done so well, telling me what you want. Enjoying yourself. So fucking beautiful and good for me.” He lays Aether down, peppering him with kisses as he does, cradling him like he’s the most precious thing in the world. Mountain slots himself on top of Aether, bodies melting together with twin gasps. The earth ghoul tucks his head into the crook of his neck, mouthing at the sensitive spot just under his ear.

“Mount, please. The bar, will you—”

“Hush,” he interrupts. He drags his mouth up to the shell of his pointed ear and licks a shiver-inducing stripe up the side. “It stays on,” he says, the rich baritone going straight to Aether’s gut. “So I can worship you like you deserve.”

[archiveoftara]

Sober

In the midst of the cold night, You swung an arm on your shoulder while Lucy took the other one. George was at the back, paying the bartender.

"I can hold my liquor jusssst fine, '' a drunk Lockwood yelled.

"Sorry about that." You apologise to the people in the pub.

An hour ago, you received a call from a certain Fittes agent. It was Quill Kipps, your friend from Fittes and Lockwood's enemy (his words, not yours).

"I feel weird-" before Lockwood could finish his sentence, he threw up.

"That's my new shoes, Jesus Lockwood"

............................................................................

So, here you are, holding a very drunk and heavy Lockwood, outside the pub. You huffed while waiting for Lucy who went to fetch a cab and also to avoid babysitting drunk Lockwood.

"What were you guys even up to?" You looked at the blonde guy.

"Just a friendly game." He avoids your eyes.

"It was a bet Kipps. You told me I can't handle my liquor and I said bring it on. In your face sucker. I am super fine." Lockwood yells. You gave a look to both the lads.

But you were glad that he was under Kipps watch. He was safe. That's all that matters to you.

"Okay. I did say that but I was joking I didn't know he was gonna take it seriously."

"Kipps you know how competitive he gets." You sighed. "But thank you for taking care of him. I owe you mate."

Kipps shrugged and gave you a hug before making his way home.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?" His voice trailed.

Your breath hitched. To your relief Lucy comes up with the cab, just in time. The whole party went home.

Lockwood chatted the whole ride. It took every ounce of your strength to not punch him in the face. You thank the lord when the cab reaches home.

You and George helped him to his room where George practically threw him on the bed. George excused himself which leaves you and Lockwood alone.

You slowly start to take off his shoes and pull the blanket to tuck him in when he holds your hand.

"I like the way your hands fit in mine." He pulls you in his arms. "And you're so prettyyyy and your cheeks are so soft" he whines while squishing your face.

"Lockwood, you're really drunk. Go to bed." You blush.

"Nooo, y/n promise me you won't hate me." He raised his pinky finger.

"Okay I promise." You pinky promised him like a kid.

"The day you stepped into this house I knew I had to keep my distance from you."

You frowned.

"Listen carefully, you. Ms. Y/n y/l/n broke every single wall I made, brick by brick you broke it. I am not capable of love. All the people I've loved have left me. I didn't want to go through the same pain again. I built a wall to protect my heart but you shined through it. You told me once, it's a small life we should not waste it. So I'm taking your advice."

He clear his throat

"Y/n y/l/n, I am in love with you. I am deeply, madly in love with you." His face was red.

You froze for a moment, you were in love with him for a long time but you were too shy to ask him out but instead of being happy, you felt a rage inside you.

"Real sweet but I wish you were sober. Sleep, you need rest." With that you left his room.

That night you couldn't sleep. His words were ringing in your head. It felt like a stab in your heart. His drunk confession didn't hold any meaning to you.

..............................................................................

Next morning, the agent woke up with a hangover. He found some medicine with a note beside his bed.

Drink up. - y/n

A soft smile spread across his face as he ascends to the kitchen but to his disappointment it was empty. In fact, the whole house was empty.

Where did everyone go?

The click of the door brought his attention, he saw the girl of his dream standing in front of the kitchen

"Oh you're awake." You said in a dry tone.

Lockwood's smile falters a bit but he doesn't get it into his head.

"Thanks for the medicine." He whispered.

"Have this. You must be hungry." You gently gave him some breakfast before making your way out of the kitchen when you heard him call your name.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes." You avoid his eyes.

"Did I..do something wrong?"

You replied with a no, still refusing to look at him. "I have to go, I'll see you later" you hastily left, leaving a confused Lockwood.

It was at the evening, when Lockwood couldn't take the silent treatment anymore and barged into your room (his words, not mine), he knocked at your door, softly and patiently waited for you.

"Come in" a soft voice answered.

He saw you scribbling on your journal. When his eyes met yours you quickly shut your journal and straighten up.

"Hi" you replied in high pitched voice.

"I wanted to ask you something." He built up his courage before spilling all his feelings.

"Are you alright? Because I got a glimpse of last night and all I remember is I puked on your new shoes. I'm so sorry y/n, I will make it up to you I promise-"

"Lockwood, I'm afraid you did lot more than puking on my shoes." His eyes widened and he thinks hard about the events that took place last night.

After a moment of silence you sigh "Last night you said something which I didn't expect. You said you love me and you tried to keep your distance from me. I'm sorry for breaking your walls."

"I wish you were honest. Your drunk confession felt like a joke to my feelings."

Lockwood carefully takes your hand "It wasn't a joke y/n. I genuinely love you. I planned to tell you in a much more civil and nicer way but.. anyways, the point is I love you y/n y/l/n, and it would be an honour to be loved by you."

You broke into a light chuckle before saying yes. He lightly caresses your cheeks, asking for your consent (CUZ CONSENT IS SEXY BABY) before leaning for a kiss. With feather light touch and tender kisses, you both got lost into each other's company.

"FINALLY"

A voice came behind you, startling you both in the process. George and Lucy came out of nowhere.

"Were you guys listening to us the whole time?" Lockwood raised his eyebrows.

"You guys finally did it. George owes me 20 pounds." Lucy ignores the question, while George hands her a fresh note.

"I can't believe this." You pointed at your friends who made a bet on you guys.

"And I still can't believe you're my girlfriend." You blushed at him.

"Thanks for puking on my leg Lockwood, it was romantic." You made fun of the situation.

"Oh god."

But it was safe to say you both were secretly glad of him getting drunk.

*Bonus*

You: no more drinking games for you.

Lockwood: yes ma'am. 🫡

Hello, I'm back from the pits of hell. What did I miss? I had this story sitting on my Google doc for a long time and I thought to finish it and post it before I look at it for too long and burn it. Hopefully you like it!! Do let me know in the comments. Xoxo

[spideronthesun]

OC Deep Dive

Thank you for tagging me lovely @mrbexwrites ! (here)

Rules: answer the following questions for your OCs

Passing the torch over to @satohqbanana @addomfarm-ogf-updates @alintalzin @cain-e-brookman @illarian-rambling

I did a lot of editing today, so I am going to put myself in Adamas' shoes. I worked the most on the chapters featuring him. Putting my answers under read more.

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Drowning. It is not as if he is scared of water, but he doesn't go near it unless he is with someone else. He had an accident when he was younger, and he was never able to face it properly. He still doesn't know how to swim to this day.

Do they have any pet peeves?

No, in fact he's incredibly patient. He doesn't care if someone chews very loudly in front of him, or talks to him when he's studying. He will even give people a second chance when they mess up. And he won't hold it against them. Meanwhile, his brothers are full of pet peeves. Robertas dislikes it when someone plays music on a loud speaker instead of using headphones, Edvardas hates it when people talk shit about other people behind their backs, Nikolas doesn't like it when someone touches them, Danielius loathes being interrupted.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

You're definitely going to find posters on his wall, journals and notebooks on his nightstand, as well as a bottle of cold water every night.

What do they notice first in a person?

Their shoes. He sometimes struggles making eye contact when he's nervous. Please don't hold it against him.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

4 to 5? It really depends. Burning his tongue with hot water or scalding his hand won't probably bother him that much. He will hardly notice that it even happened. But being punched does phase him.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Much to his surprise, he gets into fight mode. But he does hate confrontation and would rather not fight anyone. He hates it when someone in front of him starts fighting. Makes him nervous. But he will also defend those he cares about.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Both. He comes from a big family, as he has got four brothers, and he is the second youngest in the family. But he's also a family person. He's used to people coming and going in his life, but he will always welcome at the doorstep even if they decide to show up like five years later after not speaking.

What animal represents them best?

Bear. He also gives great hugs!

What is a smell that they dislike?

Alcohol. He's just not a big fan of anyone drinking in front of him. It makes him anxious. And he will probably end up spilling the drink behind your back.

Have they broken any bones?

Nope!

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Shy, silent, a little bit awkward, usually keeps to himself.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Night owl. He doesn't even notice that he has stayed up until the sun starts coming out and he hears footsteps of someone getting ready to work behind the closed door.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Love - chocolate, because who doesn't love chocolate?

Hate - tomatoes.

Do they have any hobbies?

He likes to read and write in his own time. In fact, he's a journalist, so he has a very inquisitive nature about him, and he likes to work on his articles. He likes learning about the people no matter how weird they might appear to the outer world. He feels like he always learns something new from the people he interviews.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Happily! While he doesn't like surprises very much, Adamas is still very receptive to them, and he's more than happy to celebrate his birthday with his loved ones. He knows that a lot of thought went into preparations.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Only bracelets. And a necklace his best friend gave him.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Adamas has a neat handwriting. The messiest handwriting in the family belongs to Edvardas after all. No one can ever decipher what he wrote. Not even him.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Peace and curiosity.

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Uh... knits? He likes sweater season.

What kind of accent do they have?

He has aukštaitiškas accent, as he grew up in the north-east side of Lithuania.

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

Haunted

Written for @remadoramicrofics day 1: haunted. 943 words. Read on AO3 here or read below.

The Shrieking Shack stood tall and imposing above them, leaning to the side against the fading autumnal light. Tonks had never been this close to the dilapidated structure, despite her teenage attempts, and she shivered in the brisk November wind, clutching her cloak around her chilly body. 

It was hard to believe that only a decade ago, she was making bets with her Hufflepuff friends to see who could get closest to the Shack without getting scared. She’d won, of course, being the most fearless of them all. But even then, she remembered the way her pink hair flopped against the back of her neck, leading her to believe an unknown presence was around her, ready to snatch and entrench her within the decrepit walls of Scotland’s most haunted building. 

A tree branch snapped and she gasped, releasing a puff of warm breath, condensing smoke-like and wispy. It vanished away, carried on the wind with a flurry of dead, browning leaves.

“Scared?” 

“Not a chance, Lupin.”

He lifted a brow at her. “I don’t know why you wanted to see this place.”

“Call it insatiable curiosity.”

“Whatever you say,” Lupin replied drily. “Lead the way, Nymphadora.”

“Don’t call me that,” she growled, punching him lightly in the side. His eyes crinkled in that smug, amused way of his. He seemed to take a peculiar kind of pleasure in calling her that ridiculous name. Too irritated by the smirk and corresponding chuckle on his lips, she stomped into the Shack and started sneezing.

“Evanesco,” Lupin murmured. The layers of dust disappeared from the floor and walls. “Shall we go on?” 

Tonks was ready to agree, until something black and winged flew out from one of the rafters.

“ACK!” she shrieked, reaching out for Lupin.

“Just a bat,” he said, his gaze locked on the space between them. Tonks let go of his hand, feeling suddenly shy at her overreaction.

“Sorry.”

Lupin flexed his fingers and shook his head. 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

Pink had invaded his cheeks and neck. Tonks gaped, having never seen him so flustered.

“Anyway,” Lupin cleared his throat, “shall we go on?”

As he led her throughout the rest of the Shack, Tonks noticed the way he kept his distance from her. He hadn’t been like that in weeks, not since the start of their friendship, when she’d learned he was a werewolf. Wondering if she’d done something wrong, Tonks tried to get closer, but Remus backed away from every attempt. By the time they stepped out of the Shack, his shoulders were tense, his jaw was clenched, and he was giving her terse replies.

“Well, thanks for the tour, I s’pose,” Tonks said, talking to his shoulder, as he decided not to look at her anymore. “Meeting’s still at eight?”

“It is.”

“And you’re free till then?”

“I am.”

“So am I.”

“Hmm.” Lupin had walked away. He stared up at a tree, examining a leafy branch. 

“Er, Lupin?”

He raised the slightest brow at Tonks’s address.

“Since we’ve got the time . . . would you like to get a drink with me before the meeting? Maybe at The Three Broomsticks?”

Lupin rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not sure that’s the best idea.”

“Why not?”

“I’m, er . . . ” The curious shade of pink returned to his face. He’d finally turned to meet her gaze. “I’m not exactly a welcome patron there.” He gestured lamely at the ramshackle Shack they just left behind. It took a few seconds too long for Tonks to realize what he was referring to. 

“What about a Muggle pub?” she said hurriedly. “In London?”

A slight, wounded line appeared between Lupin’s brow. “I’m sorry, but I haven’t the money for drinks.”

“How about—”

“Tonks,” Lupin interrupted, strained, “I’m sorry. I’m not the kind of person you should want as a friend.”

“But you are my friend. Already.”  

Lupin’s shoulders hunched over. He tucked his hands inside his pockets and grimaced. The wind whipped around him, blowing crispy brown leaves across his prematurely lined face. 

Tonks reviewed the events of the last half hour; everything had been fine until she took his hand. He began acting strangely then and refused to let her anywhere near him. His easiness and humor had vanished, giving way to the standoffish, closed man he’d been when she’d discovered his deepest, most shameful secret. 

“Remus,” said Tonks, getting his attention with the use of his given name, an idea forming on the tip of her tongue, “are you seeing anyone?”

Remus’s eyes flew wide open. He seemed almost too stunned to be embarrassed. 

“Is that a yes?” 

“No!” He replied, nearly too fast. “No, I’m not.”

“Well then . . . seeing as we’re friends and you’re not with anyone,” Tonks reasoned, “and neither of us has anywhere to be for a while . . . what’s stopping us from taking a walk around a park? Maybe Holland Park, which has the Japanese gardens?”

“Er—”

“It doesn’t cost anything to walk around the gardens and we’re already friends.” 

Thinking quickly, Tonks closed the space between them and grabbed his arm. Though they were separated by layers of clothing, a little thrill came over her at being able to touch him again. 

The tips of Remus’s ears turned red. Tonks fought the smile that threatened to overtake her face. She was becoming more sure of her hypothesis by the moment.

“Please?” She batted her eyelashes at him and offered her most indulgent, winning smile. “If you do, I’ll let you call me Nymphadora while we’re there.”

A shy, sweet smile finally played at Remus’s lips. 

If she wasn’t mistaken, Tonks believed she’d discovered another one of his biggest secrets. 

[laysdimplesareillegal]

Character Development: Chapter 5

Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, general delusion, angst

Character Development Masterlist

“Morning,” Changkyun whispered.

Seeing him lying next to me, inches away from my face, was shocking. I screamed and stumbled to get out of the bed.

“What the—why are you here?”

“In my bedroom?” He asked me while laughing, “Sorry, our bedroom”

I shook my head, “But I locked the door.”

He laughed again. “I have a key, of course”

One moment of peace, that’s all I'm asking for.

“Get back here, it’s still early.” His arms reached out to me.

Not. A. Chance. He gave me a pout. “No, I’m good.” I crossed my arms over my chest, was it always this cold in the house?

Changkyun watched me try the door; it wouldn't open. I whipped around to look at him, jiggling the handle loudly. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to ask properly. “Why won’t it open?” I demanded, ending softly so as not to provoke him.

“I locked it,” he answered simply, now sitting up, one hand resting on the bed where I had been.

I could feel my stress levels rising. I’m locked in a room with this psycho. And apparently, he can lock and unlock any door. Whereas I am becoming progressively more and more helpless. It was one thing to be sitting in the open floorplan of the kitchen-dining-living room downstairs. But here, it was as if the walls were closing in on me.

“Come back to me.” He requested.

Obeying felt like throwing away my dignity, but I was in constant fear it would be that or my life. My skin crawled as I climbed back onto the bed, almost falling off the edge to sit as far away as possible. Too close. Still too close. His face brightened and he tugged harshly on my arm, pulling me toward him. Manhandling me as he saw fit.

“This makes me so happy, you know.”

“I know.” I sighed, feeling utterly defeated. My back to his chest as he played with my hands.

For an hour, we sat like that. Or at least, I thought it was an hour. There wasn’t a clock in the bedroom. There wasn’t a clock in most of the rooms, except for the kitchen. Time seemed to drag on–more so with Changkyun here than before. Thankfully, he didn’t make me talk much, mostly just rambled to himself. I even managed to block him out at some points.

“--beakfast.” I heard, snapping back from zoning out.

Changkyun lifted me slightly, just enough to move me out of his lap, positioning me beside him, and got out of bed.  He must have said something along the lines of ‘Let’s have breakfast.’ I smirked and silently congratulated myself on being able to drown him out.

“Your smile is beautiful.” He grinned at me. “I told you, you would be happy here. I’ll make you happy.”

I had let my guard down. When I looked back up from my hands I’d punched the bed with, Changkyun was looking back at me, taking off his shirt.

“What are you doing!?” I looked away.

“Uh… getting dressed.”

“Go into the bathroom or something,” I shouted at him, averting my eyes.

Changkyun chuckled, “My y/n, so innocent and shy.”

He took some clothes and walked them to the bathroom. Despite it being him who was shirtless rather than me, I felt violated. Get me out of here.

“Are you not going to change?” He asked, re-entering the bedroom. “Wait,” he threw his pajamas, “I know just what you should wear!” He rifled through the dresser. Great, he had my whole wardrobe memorized now?

“I can find something mys–”

“No, this is perfect.” He held out a bulky sweatshirt of mine. “Then we can match,” he beamed.

I glanced from his excited expression, to the baggy white sweats he was wearing. “Great, we can match.” I mumbled sarcastically.

“Like a real couple,” he mused; I took the clothes he was holding out to me.

Gag me, I whispered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, I’ll change, and uh meet you downstairs.”

He offered to wait for me, but when I assured him on how hungry I was, he rushed downstairs instead. I can’t get a grip on his personality. He’s so hot and cold. It's as if my tone could determine his whole state of being. But he also didn’t seem to care as long as I was saying what he wanted to hear. This is limbo. A continuous state of high tension, confusion, and most importantly, never ending mental torture. As easy as he was to set off, it was just as easy to please him.

I sat alone in the room after getting dressed. I needed to be alone to sort out my thoughts. What I wouldn’t give to at least step outside. I should have pushed through my drowsiness last night. Tried the doors or tied him up when he slept. Surely Changkyun would have to go back to work eventually, right? I just have to wait it out until then. If I spend this time learning about Changkyun, learning about the house, maybe I could find some way out. Or at least get a key to one of the locked doors. I had begun to understand why all the cleaning supplies were locked away.

The quiet was nice... To be away from Changkyun’s delusions. And then, of course, cue the bedroom door opening. Changkyun looked concerned as he had been calling out my name, “You haven’t come down for breakfast, is something wrong?”

He can’t be left alone for five minutes. “Just starting my morning off slow.” I answered although it was perfectly normal for me to have held back a couple minutes and needed absolutely no explanation. 

“Oh… okay… But I want you to come downstairs now.” This was not a request but a demand.

“Coming,” I stood up.

“I love that we’re matching.” He repeated.

“I know you do,” I signed, following him down the stairs.

“How about pancakes,” Changkyun suggested when we walked into the kitchen together. I shrugged. He stared back blankly.

“Sure.”

“I’m so excited to cook with you! You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this!”

Domesticity, I groaned, silently of course. “Changkyun I–”

“Yes love?”

My final straw, “I don’t want to cook with you,” I burst out. “I don’t want to match clothes with you! I want to go home!” I shouted at him while we walked. He did not look pleased.

“I think we need to talk,” was all Changkyun said. However, he was very deliberately directing me to sit down at the table. I don’t know what overcame me, I was becoming just as turbulent as him,

“No,” and possibly a little cocky.

His eyes widened. “I’m telling you to take a seat. It looks like you’re forgetting your place here.” Clutching my shoulder roughly, he walked me to the table. After pushing me down into one of the chairs, he added, “And that place is under my thumb,” for emphasis.

Fisting a handful of my hair, Changkyun forced me to look up at him. “When I ask you to do something, you do it.” His grip loosened and he let his hand glide through my hair. “I’m taking such good care of you,” he traced my jawline.

“My home is much better than where you were living before, and I’ve supplied you with anything you’d need. And I’ve not gotten so much as a ‘thank you’ from you. I even transported you here comfortably,” he was now smoothing my hair back and staring through me. “...tied up all your loose ends. You were bored of your job. And your family? How much have you thought about them really, since you got here?”

Every moment of every day. In fact, I even wrote them letters in case I never make it out of here.

“It’s time you stopped being so combative." he continued refocusing cupping my cheek and soothing my cheekbone with his thumb, "It was cute when you acted like that with other men, but I’m really not interested in it anymore. We’ve had a rocky start, but it will make our story all the more romantic. Now, kiss me and I’ll forgive you.” He closed his eyes and smiled, showing off his dimples.

I stared blankly and we sat there for a minute. He huffed and rolled his eyes, I felt like I was in a cringy coming of age argument.

“I guess I wasn’t clear enough. When I ask you to do something, you jump at the chance to fulfill my request.” He grabbed me by the jaw and forced a kiss on me. “See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He whispered against my skin. “I forgive you,” He punctuated this with a pat on my head. He pulled away to hold me at arm's length by my shoulders, “I could never stay mad at you. Now let’s make breakfast.”

And so, Changkyun gets everything he wants.

Doing anything with Changkyun was a painful ordeal. He didn’t make anything easy. At one point he threw flour at me. I cringed and laughed to cover my blatant agitation. I imagined what would happen if I poured milk on him… probably best not to find out.

“Jagiya,” I didn’t realize I had zoned out again, while he handled the stove, ‘don't want you accidentally burning yourself.’ When I refused to answer to his pet names, he called out my name, “--I’m speaking to you.”

“Yes?”

“You don’t look like you're having fun.” I’m not. Changkyun gazed at me with disappointment.

“No,” I did my best to preserve the peace. “No, I’m having so much fun” I dipped my finger in the batter and swiped it across his cheek, “...with you.”

He looked slightly shocked, and then burst into a smile and started giggling. Honestly, that felt like a 50/50 shot. I joined him in laughing, though mostly out of relief. He cupped my face, with a sincere look in his eyes. Now I laughed genuinely. I couldn’t take him seriously with the batter smeared on his face,

“You look ridiculous” I blurted out. This obviously hurt him. He thought we were having a moment and I quite literally laughed in his face. “Uh, because of your face.” I was not remedying the situation. He pulled away. “I mean because of this.”

I grabbed him and aggressively wiped at his face. This only made more of a mess. Twice now, I've touched him voluntarily, and my hand burned because of it. Not that I was keeping count–he probably was though.  He froze, and coughed awkwardly–or, more likely, because of the smoke billowing off the pan on the stove.

Twice as flustered now, “Go over there, don’t breathe in the smoke, it's bad for you.” Changkyun prompted me to leave the kitchen. I obeyed, at least I don't have to clean it up. In the meantime, I made my way to the bathroom down the hall and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

“He is despicable.” I looked myself in the eyes. “He’s not friendly, he’s dangerous. A loose cannon and a criminal. Remember twenty minutes ago? Do not feel bad for hurting his feelings. He deserves every insult in the book, he is a monster.” After a couple more minutes of reminding myself Changkyun did not deserve me trying my hardest, I re-entered the kitchen.

“Sorry I ruined breakfast,” Changkyun looked at me with a discouraged expression.

“It’s not ruined, there's still some batter left!”

“If you like them with a little smoke.” 

“It just gives them an edge. Besides, there wasn’t that much smoke.” I was already back on my bullshit, and he didn’t even seem convinced. And then it hit me–how stupid I was. I hacked out a fake cough, “On second thought…” This made him panic. “Maybe we should open a window?”

He guided me out of the kitchen. “The windows don’t open.” He laughed incredulously.

“Oh… Right,” I chuckled, “Then maybe the back d–”

“No.” he said sternly.

We wound up in the library and didn’t speak, but I knew better than to try and leave when he shut the door purposefully behind us. Choosing to sit in the chair by the window, I drank in the midmorning sunlight. I wasn’t sure why he was so quiet, but busied myself reprimanding myself for falling for his puppy dog eyes and self-deprecation.

At some point he left; I stayed, so as not to look like I was following him. Eventually, he came back. I tried to act like I didn’t notice, like I was too wrapped up in this book, but the truth is I was painfully aware of his every move. My head ached from the hypervigilance, and it's been forever since I ate last. The sun and barred windows came together to cast harsh shadows on the floor, it must be past noon now.

Changkyun broke the silence, “This isn’t how I wanted to spend our first full day together.” That’s right, it’s only been a total of one full day. He crossed the small room to kneel in front of me, “please don’t ignore me.” This sounded much more like a plea than usual, and he placed his hands gently on my knees, “I ordered us something.”

I looked down my nose at him, doing my best not to shudder from his touch. Hopefully, he thinks I’m waiting for him to stop talking so I can carry on reading.

“Since apparently neither of us can be trusted to cook,” he let out a weak laugh, and looked away. I am not impressed. I know I’m most likely testing his patience, but I could get used to openly showing my disgust for him. “I’m sorry for putting you in danger. I never want you to be uncomfortable,” He looked away.

I raised an eyebrow, so this is why he was being so mild, he thinks I’m upset with him? Danger? Uncomfortable? A little smoke’s not gonna kill me. I rolled my eyes, internally of course. And don’t even get me started on being uncomfortable.

“The smoke’s all gone,” he said hopefully.

I would assume so, it’s not like the house was on fire. I brushed his hands off of me, “Is the food here?”

“Any minute now,'' he reports, delighted.

Gently, he plucks the book out of my hand and places it on the windowsill. I try to tug my hand away, but he already has a merciless grip on me, accompanied by a blissful smile on his face. I let him guide me into the kitchen while he rattled on about “Sorry” and “we’re so silly” and other things about us that he made up, like how similar we are. 

Lunch passed slowly also; except this time, I wasn’t allowed to leave when I was done. Although, I learned some things about Changkyun: he is a nepo baby, he travels relatively often, he's wildly obsessed with me, and his favorite color is purple (although it is unclear whether or not that is because it’s my favorite color). Of course, those were all things he told me. On inference, I learned he’s relatively estranged from his family, he’s a homebody, and him thinking I’m upset with him is much more propitious than me actually being upset with him. In other words, the cold shoulder is highly effective.

Since lunch was so late, I requested that I skip dinner. He did not oblige so I picked at my food and sat with him. We got onto the topic of hobbies which I thought was pointless because he made an effort to brag about how much he knew about me. This morphed into hobbies I should take up.

“You know what you need?” I stared at him. “To brush up on your Korean.” Brush up? I didn’t know any. “Not that it’ll be anytime soon, but when I go to work, I want you studying. And then we could talk to each other in Korean.” He swooned.

“Are you fluent?” He nodded; obviously happy I was inquiring about him. But that was the extent of the questions I asked.

And so the day crawled to a close, ending with us arguing about him leaving the room while I showered–I won after appealing to him: I’m, “still so shy. It’s cute.” I ended up leaving the shower running so I could fall asleep alone.

[suosgirl]

*whispers in your ear to continue the conditioning* Saaaaakura

omg hi my sweet anon!! ♡ okay this has been stewing in my head for a couple of days now so let's talk about it – (aka selfship time HAHA)

♡ sakura is an aries, and i'm a leo = fire + fire = hot af = hot. af.

♡ no bc i genuinely feel like the 1st time i meet him, i'd take everything he says to me so personally and i'd probably think he's so mean and it wouldn't be until maybe our 2nd or 3rd meeting that i'd realize that's it not me, it's just what he's experienced in life and the trauma he's faced

♡ BUT ONCE I FIGURE THIS OUT? oh. it's over.

♡ i'd start going out of my way to do nice things for him + asking him questions and getting to know him beyond his exterior + i'd actually really grow to like him genuinely

♡ like i imagine buying lil things for him bc they reminded me of him or him mentioning that he likes something so i just pick it up on my way to meet him

♡ u know im starting to realize that gift giving might've gone up in my love language list

♡ BUT ALSO! i am so blushy too and i am, in fact, a giggler so when ppl flirt with me i literally have like hearts in my eyes and i need to look away

♡ what does that make us? 2 lovesick fools!!!!

♡ i definitely feel like our relationship would be such a slowburn bc he wouldn't know how to even approach the topic and i would be far too shy to try and take initiative

♡ but once we start dating? oh, that's a whole different subject

♡ i'd be such a menace honestly

♡ like once we've reached a certain point in our relationship, I'm kissing him on the cheek and running away bc it's so funny or running my hand up and down his arm so that he gets shy

♡ or pressing my chest up against his back when i give him a hug from behind

♡ love the idea of us just starting off with kissing the corners of each others lips first bc it's less overwhelming, but one day, sakura just moves his head real quick when i lean in and suddenly we're kissing ugh

♡ i also love the idea of being a lot of his firsts bc when i love, i love hard and i'd be so patient w everything and explaining things and showing him the different types of love languages and all of that

♡ and i'd want to understand him more and what i can do to make him feel loved and understood and appreciated

♡ and i am a sucker (A SUCKER) for the cliche of a tough ass looking partner having the sweetest softest lil patch of vulnerability for their s/o

♡ dating sakura would literally be me saying "this isn't you" when he wants to punch a wall due to the smallest inconvenience

♡ but im gonna be so real - i am the friend that nags and scolds when my other friends are being mean to each other

♡ so like i imagine sakura literally abt to say something to sugishita and me giving him the look and he starts getting all fussy and grumbling about how this is so unfair

♡ and now thinking about it - i think everyone would take that opportunity of me being around to tease him mercilessly

♡ but!! if it goes too far I'm definitely saying something like "okay, you're being mean now."

♡ and also!! i am a sucker for height differences and I'm 5'2 and he's 5'6 so i KNOW that when i piss him off he's the type to hold it above my head until i apologize

♡ and he'd say something so annoying like "you're the one who taught me to communicate my feelings. you should apologize for hurting them."

♡ a double-edged sword, that one

[milflewis]

Niamh, HG AU, I so desperately want everyone's backstory here. The Michael and Lewis bit is honestly what completely did it for me, punched me in the gut. God. And then -- Mick!!! Hello! Sobbing

Let's start with Seb being a mentor tho bc...yes. He would be and the hope, the emotional investment... I can't bear it, actually. With Lewis, the clients...skin crawling, also, the trident, the secrets instead of money....you're not planning on giving him the same ending as Finnick, right, because, don't.

Sewis tho, how did they happen. What is their story. Also. How did they win their games. And! Does Lewis get reaped again during the Quarter Quell. Am I getting this right. The angst, holy fuck

PIERRE AS KATNISS AND YUKI AS PEETA why is this so PERFECT. The scene with the berries. I haven't seen this scene in years and suddenly I was right back. You're mine now!!??? Help help help. I actually felt like kicking my feet when you wrote Pierre covering a quick grin right after their victory was announced. He's clever!!! Your spin on this scene...I want more of these two right now, I'm obsessed

ok so this got reallllly long lol sorry. i'm just so!!!!!! about this au

at his heart sebastian is a teacher. a mentor. every year he tries and every year he fails. he can never be enough bc no one person is enough to change The Games. he keeps trying anyway.

lewis is. finnick adjacent ahsjdaj. i do Not plan to kill him off lmao dw!!! but i am basing a lot of his story around finnick's. and sewis. ok. think old friends. think an ally where you were once alone. think 'Hamilton has found a friend'.

lewis was fourteen when he was Reaped. fourteen and small and curls down around his ears and skinny ankles. the camera zoomed in on his brother's teary eyes. hamilton had already lost a sister to the games five years ago. he is frowning and quiet and solemn. he speaks very little and chitchat does not come naturally to him. he is a little too wild for comfort. his stylist shaves him near bald and makes his cheeks rosy and tells him to speak as soft as he can. flutter those long lashes. bono, it turns out, is lewis's saving grace bc his mentor, fernando alonso, doesn't look at him after lewis tells him he's washed and old and useless when fernando laughs at lewis saying he's going to win this year. lewis is fourteen and small and the Capitol's Darling when he spears five different tributes in the stomach with a makeshift trident. he has been swimming since he was three. hauling in fishing nets for a little under a decade. those who do not work in district four do not eat. he is the youngest victor ever and michael schumacher tilts his glass at him during the celebrations. he tells lewis to do as they ask, not matter the price. lewis does not listen. his family pays for it.

three years later, sebastian is Reaped, and he's small and fourteen and has small hands and a wide smile. they leave his curls. he laughs and he charms and he plays the demure shy shining golden boy card. sebastian has always been very good at playing this game. he can't stop smiling. he avoids killing until the very end, hiding out and stealing from other tributes. he paints his face and arms and legs and runs through the trees. he kills the last two tributes with his bare hands. michael is his mentor. sebastian does what they ask. he listens.

michael is the one to introduce them, tipsy and grinning and bright eyed. he waits two years until sebastian is sixteen and of age and then leaves. lewis never talks to seb about it. the walls have ears.

it is not until seven years after lewis's games, four years of sebastian talking at lewis, that valtteri bottas is reaped and he's just another face in a series of deaths and he's not even from lewis's district so what does lewis care but valtteri comes up to him in the capitol, a bruise on his cheek, eyes so fucking blue, and says, i want you. lewis laughs in his face, half drunk. your secrets don't interest me. and valtteri rolls his eyes. no. no, i want you to be my mentor. lewis laughs again. no, you don't. valtteri blinks at him, unmoving, hand over the lift's buttons so lewis can't get out. yes, i do. i remember you. in the games. i want you to teach me to do what you do. i need you to. and so lewis does. he helps him and valtteri survives. when sebastian congratulates him, it's the first time he ever sees lewis smile.

they talk more after that. fernando and lewis switch being mentor year to year. sebastian is district twelve's only victor so he never stops. sometimes when they're both in the Capitol, lewis finds sebastian already tucked into lewis's bed in his apartment. he always has lewis's tea, hot and waiting, in a thermos on the kitchen counter. sometimes he washes lewis's hair and body for him after nights when lewis is working.

lewis does get reaped during the quarter quell and he is soooo annoying to pierre who is Furious over this beautiful cocky smiling man. sebastian is the one to hold him when pierre finds out they left yuki behind in the arena but it is lewis who teaches him how to get up in the mornings despite it all.

(there is a coin tucked into the inside of lewis's shoe during the quarter quell. it is the same one sebastian had around his neck during his games. sebastian holds it so tightly it digs an imprint into his palm when he waits for lewis to wake up on their flight to district thirteen.)

pierre is Nothing if not possessive and he has very little people he counts as his own - charles and alex - and now yuki. maybe sebastian. there are his and he is theirs. fuck the rest of them.

[shinmiyovvi]

❗️🌷🧍🏻‍♀️For Gavi!!! This is from the ask meme!

"Oh, hello there Madeline. It is good to see you and I am honored to answer these questions from you. Sadly, Shin is very much busy at the moment but she will try to help me as much as she can... Right?" Looks at Shin across the room which she is contemplating at the moment and is about to go batshit crazy

"Gavi hold me or I will throw something around the room or punch the wall..."

"Please don't do that, I don't want to see you get hurt. Do not worry, I'll give you some hugs later on once I finish answering these three questions."

"Hmmm... Fine..."

"Good, then let's start with number one."

❗️- Quick! Without thinking, tell me your favorite thing about your s/o!

"W-What...? Erm... D-DON'T PRESSURE ME!" Panicking Serbian noises

"Calm down, Gavi. Just go straight to the point."

"A-Alright... My favorite thing about her is she is smart, beautiful, and talented and I love her for it." Quickly blushes and tries to calm himself down.

🌷 - Are you a sweet talker? How do you speak to your s/o when trying to be flirty/romantic?

"Well..."

"Gavi is a huge shy baby. It's quite the opposite pfft."

"мој мали анђео! (My little angel)"

"Hey at least you're trying your hardest so I give you plus points for that."

"You're right. I may not noticed it but it seems whenever I always try to make you smile or try my best to make sure you're okay and calm during your toughest times, you always blush about it."

"Yeah, yeah I get it..." Begins to blush a bit "Uh... Next question, please. And quit giving me those puppy eyes, Gavi. You know how much those green eyes of yours want me to kiss your cute face"

Gavrilo.exe has stopped working

🧍🏽‍♀️- Has your s/o ever done something (purposeful or not) to embarrass you?

"... I think I already made him blush now, heh. But to answer your question, yes. Sometimes I do it on purpose or I do it when he keeps just being a cute big baby to me. Isn't that right, my big cute baby bear?"

"S-Stop it... You're embarrassing me..."

[tallulademetriou]

now that i’ve watched a complete ass playthrough of FF16, some (jumbled) thoughts under the cut, though mostly about the story:

full spoilers ahead as well!!!!!!!!!!!

i didn’t have high hopes for the story since i played through heavensward and that was... an Expansion for sure, and i expected to have the same nitpicks about FF16 as i did with HW. it still surprised me though lol

maehiro cannot write complex women to save his life. period.

but strangely enough this isn’t even maehiro at his best so i wonder what actually got cut during development.

the world-building is immaculate as always and for once i actually want a dlc to explore more of it.

also this game’s cutscenes oozes with fucking money cbu3 is insane. what was your budget yoshi-p!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the way benedikta was easily one of the most interesting eikons in this line-up and yet she was done dirty by being killed off so early in the game.

even jill felt shallow at times and while the romance was pretty cute i will not lie, she just sort of fell flat for me at the end parts. maehiro i am in your walls.

i did love her mini-arc though and i wish there were more moments like that.

there’s a point near the end of the game where the gang encounters barnabas and i kept hoping jill would be playable but no... she was not.

cid is really well done though. like i LOVE him.

joshua/jill/clive could have been my all-time trio but they didn’t have the time to marinate well.

clive grew on me as well, thanks to ben’s performance (partly) but i was not expecting how lovely he is a protag... 

something about him being raised in a lonely castle by an abusive mother then growing up into a shy, traumatized shell of a man who just wants to atone for his sins and protect what he couldn’t protect, but realizing soon that there’s more to his life than sorrow. i love you clivefinalfantasy.

the side characters are also fucking great it’s so unexpected.

i also enjoyed dion and barnabas for what they were worth. everyone expected dion to be a traitor or evil and for barnabas to be a complex and tortured king but it turned out to be the complete opposite.

barnabas you are fucking crazy. i can respect that.

political intrigue as the pretty backdrop to an evil alien overlord/creator is nothing new but it’s just so fucking funny they went that way. the most classic of all FF move.

ultima as an end boss does nothing for me personally but i always love a good punch your god in the face so it actually did end up as a +1 on the scoreboard for me.

the pacing could be jarring at times with some strange choices story-wise. really wish they’d done less awkward sex scenes that didn’t really give us anything and gave us more time to explore the eikons and their dynamic with their respective dominants.

the jill/clive naked moment can stay tho that was precious. 

though now that i think about it, i do wonder if they were going for the shb route but ultimately changed it so it wouldn’t be too similar. the fallen is just Too similar to what we get for the Ancients, with ultima trying to save his planet from the blight this time around, except he was a selfish god at the end trying to preserve legacy and not life.

and yep i fucking cried at the end LMAO. i cried so hard my eyes were fucking swollen the next day it was actually unbelievable?????

clive holding joshua’s dead body while he has flashbacks of joshua holding hands with clive as children, then the moment when his brother bestowed the phoenix’s blessing, to joshua as a baby had me fucking bawling lmao fuck this game actually.

most of my complaints err on the narrative side of the game. the gameplay looks fun and from what i’ve played in the demo i always knew i was gonna love it, but gonna add any remarks here once i’m actually done with that.

it can be as easy as not cycling through multiple eikons but once you sit down a bit with it, it’s complexity shines with how well you can string together combos and maximizing each eikon’s moveset... it’s really fun and as a previous black mage main....... big numbers go boom.

the sidequests can be abysmal design-wise but as someone who has played ff14, it didn’t really faze me so it can be a YMMV thing. 

i need a fucking dlc because we didn’t see Leviathan... my fucking queen WHERE IS SHE

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#5

i have decided that essek's sense of humor is just straight up lying like he just lies for fun and lets people run with it. its the most like senseless lies too no he has never had a cherry in his life and yes of course he has been to the moon but he is so quick and sure with it & its essek cmon he doesnt lie when it isnt about war crimes duh ! so ppl just buy it & he most of the time just lets ppl run with it forever (that is of course if you miss caleb's inconspicuous lil smile he gets when he does so but then again when is he not smiling when essek's around.)

457 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

#4

shadowgast fucks with me bc the thing is, caleb's sense of romance is skewed and shaped like everything else is, given, well, everything. kissing and flirty and sex are such a trivial thing, tools to be used, transactions, another step of deception and manipulation; this is a known fact. so like everything, romance looks and feels so differently for caleb, the steps, gestures, mannerisms, even words, they are all over the place in a very specific way. and then, on the flip side, you've got essek, whom, to me, would sense romance as alien; not something he's inexperienced with, but something that felt disconnected, a puzzle, a tool he never figured out how could be useful for him. i think he never got romance, never fully explored it in a way that was comfortable much less fulfilled him, because he never got the full scope of feelings, not until the nein. and thereafter, caleb.

the fact of the matter is that they were shaped in similar ways, and their view of romance aligns in the most baffling ways. it shouldn't work, they shouldn't work, but i could not think of anybody better for them to deconstruct romance and love as they know it because there's nobody better who could understand their thought process, how they got there, and all the venom they are working to throw back up. there is nobody better to not only sympathize but empathize and not shy away nor judge these twisted little residual shards of their upbringings because they each only want the other to be and do and feel better, feel loved. the bond that formed between them, the love that grew there too, against all odds, is so goddamn pure. not innocent, nor wholesome, but pure, raw, primal, selfish; i need you to do better, it makes me better, your smile is my joy, selfishly, i want you to be happy, i need you to. it means i can too. it all circles back to healing by loving, loving by healing and being loved being a sign of healing. they are.. a lot and i am enamoured by them.

633 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

#3

hmm... still thinking about the way caleb said astrid was very handsome.... and then jester asking if was she a boy and him going no she is a girl. just handsome. just thinking of astrid's specializing in illusionary magic and still showcasing her scars. thinking of astrid taking lead while dancing. thinking of astrid being cutting and smart and so deeply strong. thinking of astrid who used poison and had a 5 minute breakdown in an alley. thinking of astrid punching the ground in rage, grieving the catharsis she had been on stand by for, the promised relief that was her driving force. thinking of astrid, strong and smart and handsome, coming back to the temple. thinking of astrid always i think

684 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

#2

tapes this to my wall keeps it on my wallet etc etc

1,042 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

how fucking special it is the moment when fjord breaks his pact & the immediate response of the nein, offering up their tools without being asked, without second thought, one after the other. how special their little family is. my heart is twice its size

1,374 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

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[lombax-lombardi]

Hold Your Hand~

Summary: Sometimes it’s the little things.

Genre: Fluff, Fluffy, Lots of Fluff, Character Devlopment

Ship: You Know What This is.

Under a Read More cause it Got Long

He should have known this would happen.

He left her behind, to ensure her safety. The last tournament almost ended in tragedy, with her….not being around anymore. That would have hurt him the most honestly.

But here she is now, with the others in a joyous chorus.

“You’ve been staring at her for a while now” a voice called to him, sliding into the spot next to him, watching her team celebrate their reunion. “I have? Never noticed” he said, grabbing the brim of his hat to hide the crimson that now dusted his face.

The blonde sitting next to him gave him a friendly punch to the arm. “Go on, go see her.” She saw his eyes peek from under his lashes to catch hers, a small grin plastering his face as he got up from the bar to head towards the large group that was gathering.

Madilyn was being cheered and praised upon, for her and her team's victory, the celebration was going well into the night, she was not used to such attention. She was a healer, someone to hide and blend into crowds but here she was, being paraded around like some sort of hero.

Now with her feet firmly planted on the ground, she was recovering her energy from all the loud noises, the cool stone against her back felt like a calming soothing wave against the loud thrumming music and the voices of the other fighters celebrating.

“So, are you hiding out here or just like being in the shadows huh?” She turned her head at the voice, lips curling into a small smile, fingers curling into her hair upon seeing him. Those charming blue eyes, like calming seas right now sparkling with the smile he wore, blonde bangs framing his face from under his hat.

“No, I am just catching my breath. H-How are you feeling Terry?” she asked, watching him shift his weight to lean closer to her, the brunette not catching the subtle intentions written in his eyes. “Yeah I’m feeling alright, congrats on your win by the way, you did really well” The warmth in his tone made her cheeks burn slightly. “O-Oh thank you very much, it was the others in my team ya know, Mai and King I didn’t r-r-really do much…”

Her fingers squeezed the sleeve on her shoulder, she was still not used to such praise, so much in one day was overwhelming, hence she found this quiet shadowy corner, to hide. Doesn’t mean she didn’t like the people surrounding her, she did, she just needed her own space.

“Oh I wouldn’t say that. You did really well, much better than last time, you should be proud” He said, placing a hand on her shoulder, the weight settling against her like a wave washing over her skin.

“T-Thanks, that’s h-high praise coming from you, “Legendary Wolf” Her smile quirked up at the imposed nickname given to the man in front of her, seeing his cheeks flare up, a wry smile on his face.

“Well yeah I guess but I’m being serious. You did good. The guys and I are so proud of you”

She wasn’t paying attention, it was like the words sounded so far away all she could see was the bright blue of his eyes, how they peeked from under those long lashes and the brim of his hat. All she could see was the bright, blue ocean hidden behind reeds of blonde, her cheeks burned crimson once again, he tilted his head.

Like a puppy.

He noticed how….shy she became, trying to bring herself in closer as if to try and grab the pieces of herself that seem to float away. The last tournament was stressful, feelings were spilled, she found herself crying in his arms last time.

Now she's here, against a wall, with the man she spilled her heart too, and wondering if her feelings were finally going to be reciprocated, like an anchor weighing deep into her soul she hoped the chains on her heart shall finally be free.

She didn’t see, she didn’t see how his weight shifted closer to her, palm pressed up against the wall, the heat drawing closer to her, the shadow encompassing her from the dim lights of the room, the bar.

“Hey....you're still here?” It was a whisper, cool and calm like the wind crossing the reeds in the mountain valleys, dark brown eyes peered upwards to peer into those same, shining, sparkling blue ones. Oh how lovely they are.

Her instinct was to hide her face, hide the blossoming pink across her cheeks, palms and fingers pressing into her face to hide her eyes. Her eyes will tell all.

“Y-Yeah I-I’m still here” Her voice, muffled behind her hands only to find her poor excuse for a shield being removed by another hand, feeling a weight once again shift closer to her, she could not move.

“Good…thought you up and ran on me…..Hey….” Being ever so gentle, one of his fingers tilts her chin up, he was somewhat tired of her being shy, but he found it endearing.

“Y-Yes T-Terry? What is it?” She felt the chains against her heart rattle, thumping deep in her chest, her face now a bright crimson. The sparkle in his eyes grew brighter.

“Those…well feelings, they’re mutual….” His voice was quiet again, the noise of the party slowly fading out. They didn’t really discuss this the last time, like melting into a pot of feelings that bubble and boil, foam around until the lid wants to pop off!

“T-They are?? R-Really? You’re not just…teasing me?” She heard her own voice crack as the hot tears started to brim in her eyes. Ah that's not what he wanted, pulling her into a hug he felt her fall against him, wrapping his arms around her as if to even shield her from her own feelings.

The feelings and thoughts that he’d hurt her feelings. It would kill him.

“Nah, no. No teasing here, well you are cute when I do but no teasing here.” The blonde felt her hands gripping the back of his jacket tightly and as if spurred on by that, he pulled her in tighter as if this one hug can fight away her sadness.

It was quiet. Very still.

“....You okay?”

“Yeah…I’m good now…thank you” Her voice was muffled by the weight of his jacket, Terry decided at that moment to be a little brave. He took the very famous hat off his head and put it on hers.

She looked up at him quickly. “W-What was that for?”

“Ah. Yep. Thought so. You look adorable~” He said with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. Madilyn felt her face burn again and she buried herself into his jacket again to hide her face.

“You’re silly!” she grumbled, earning a laugh from him, she could feel it rumble in his chest.

“Yeah I guess I am~....Hey, look at me”

She lifted her head, putting the hat backwards on her head so she could see better, only to catch his eyes again. That sparkle was brighter again.

“Y-Yes?? W-What is it-”

Her breath was taken from her. A kiss, on the lips.

She felt her heart freeze in her chest, as if that anchor on her heart was now fully released, lost into the depths of the deep ocean of her own heart. She was free.

“.....So…are we going to have to talk about this later? What….this is?” She said when she was able to speak again, feeling his fingers running through her hair. “Yeah we will, later, promise. Come on they’re probably looking for you”

Madilyn felt a smile crease her lips again and Terry got to see that spark in her eyes. “Yeah they probably are. Walk with me?”

“Yeah. Yeah I will. Come on” He gave a small sigh, grinning from ear to ear, sliding his fingers into one of her hands.

Yeah this was nice.

Really really nice.

It was great, their feelings were returned to each other, the large group of fighters watched in amazement as the lovebirds tried to hide their new blossoming relationship, however what gave it away was the hat and the fact they kept holding hands the entire night.

[mrshipsmcgee]

You and Peter like to role play— you’re always the damsel about to be ravaged, and he’s always the hero who saves you, and it’s his favorite game ever. Until one day you suggest you’d like to see him play the villain instead.

It’s a little surprising to him at first— he’s a bit shy and uncomfortable with the thought of “. “harming” you. But it doesn’t take long for it to be his new favorite fantasy.

Oh….. Ohhhhh. My god. Thank you so much - thank you for this.

tasm!Peter Parker x (fem) Reader

Warnings: SMUT CENTRAL!! ALL ABOARD -

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Peter’s breath was hot on your neck, trailing kisses down your throat as he’s on top of you on the couch - both of you panting as his hands fly under your shirt, grasping at your breasts before you pull away. Peter’s doe eyes stare at you, a mixture of confusion and lust washed over his face as he’s breathless. “Are you okay?”

You nod, looking up into his eyes - his hair messy and big from your fingertips running through it. “I want to play, Pete,” you whisper, trailing your hand up his chiseled chest. “We haven’t played in weeks.”

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows, a warm blush covers his cheeks as he quickly lifts you up from the couch as he stands - allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. “Who am I saving you from today, my beauty?”

Blushing, you look away from his gaze as he holds you in his arms - “What if I don’t want to be saved? What if I want to see what happens when the bad guy gets to have his way with his damsel?” Peter’s gulp is loud hearing you speak. “What if you were the bad guy?”

He’s quiet as he processes your request. “Okay,” he whispers. “Do you want me to still be Spiderman, but like a bad version?” “Yes, please - Pete. Would you? If you’re uncomfortable we can do our normal hero saving damsel. If you’re uncomfortable we don’t -.”

“No,” he was stern, “I want to see if I have what it takes. I’m curious if I can be a bad guy. Give me a few minutes?” He gently places you back on the couch, walking into the bedroom and shutting the door.

A few minutes pass and you begin to scroll on your phone, waiting patiently for Peter to come out of your bedroom. It had been fifteen minutes and still no Peter. “Peter? Sweetheart?” You yell, growing more concerned than anything. Maybe he got a call and had to go?

You stand, opening up the door to your bedroom and seeing it empty - no Peter to be found. Concern turned to dread as you yell for him again. “Peter?”

Then, all of the sudden - every light in the house goes dark. Pitch black. And then someone grabs you from behind, gripping your mouth and nose closed with their large hand. A strong arm wraps around your waist and drags you into the living room. You scream loudly, kicking and punching to fight your capture.

“Peter! Please, Peter!” You start to cry as the person lets you go. The lamp in the corner of the living room turned on, revealing a maskless Peter - his face full of concern. “Too much? Am I hurting you, baby?”

You stare at him, mouth agape as you felt the heat grow between your legs - a familiar wetness seeps out of you as you shake your head. “No, Peter - I mean, bad guy. What’s your bad guy name?”

He quickly turns the lamp off, whispering - “It doesn’t matter what my name is, wench.”

“Peter, did you just call me a wench? Are you a pirate?” You let out a laugh before Peter was on you, gripping your throat in his large hand as his other gripped your mouth again. You couldn’t lie, him being forceful like this did something for you. Your dorky, precious man being a villain.

And then you stopped being able to think as you felt your nightgown slowly be torn off and something sticky wrap around your wrists and ankles, pinning you to the wall completely nude.

Your legs and arms were spread, leaving your vulnerable.

“He’s not coming to save you,” Peter whispered, turning the lamp back on. You were stuck to the wall by his webbing. And Peter sat in the armchair beside the couch across the room from you.

“Peter,” you whispered in a smile, enjoying this far too much. He is stoic, quickly shooting another web and covering your mouth. “Better.” A villainous smile shown across his face as he stood, stalking toward you slowly. His eyes were dark.

“I had to cover your mouth so no one could hear you scream,” he growls. “Now I can have you all to myself and no one knows it,” his long fingers traced from your clavicle down to your pubic bone, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel your slick starting to run down your leg.

God, this was hot.

“I’m going to do things to you that you will never be able to forget,” he brings his lips to your ear, giving it a tender kiss. “I’m going to make you my sex slave tonight, and there is nothing you or anyone else can do about it.”

You gulp as Peter’s fingers trace down your swollen lips, dipping into the sloppiness of your pussy. “Oh, baby girl - so wet just for me?” His fingertips rub your clit in between them, hitting the nerves deep in the hood. Your body shakes, gaining a chuckle from Peter.

“I think I’m just going to have to clean you up, you nasty girl. You got yourself a mess, that won’t do,” he knelt down before you, his finger tips moving outward, spreading your lips and exposing your nub.

You were dripping and Peter was starving.

He saw the wetness down your inner thigh and took his tongue, licking it up - followed by a few sucks, making sure to get it all. He then latches on to your clit, sucking it harshly - moaning as he lapped up your juice before sucking it again. Your moans are muffled by his webbing.

“Delicious,” he moans, licking his fingertips before attacking your clit again, flicking it before swirling circular motions around it. He waists no time shoving two fingers inside of you, bouncing them perfectly as he continued to abuse your nub.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and cum on my fingers before I decide to fuck you? Good girls cum on my fingers first,” he growls, adding a third finger as his flat tongue rocks side to side on your pussy.

And cum you did. Hard. Body shaking hard. And gosh, Peter loved it. He stood, rubbing his rock hard erection on you as he whispered in your ear, “no one is coming to save you. You just get to take my thick cock and suffer. Maybe I should just fuck you until you’re drooling? Until your thoughts are nothing but me?”

You nod, eyes rolling in the back of your head as he rubs his tip on your already sensitive clitoris. He smiles, he loves it. He rocks his hips, sliding himself along your slick before he enters you. You both cry out in loud moans as he rocks out of you before thrusting in again.

Peter grabs your leg, ripping the webbing from your ankle as he holds it to the side for a better position. He’s hitting places you didn’t know would feel good as he grips your throat again with his gloved hand. “My good girl takes my cock so well.”

Your walls are tense as you orgasm again, Peter pounding into you knowing he had made you finish again. “It’s my turn,” he growls, ripping the webbing from your other ankle, spreading your legs further as he bottoms out in you. “You’re mine now.” He lets out a groan and you feel hot cum paint your walls. “No one else’s. Mine.” He lets out a few more thrusts before his head rests on yours, both sweaty and satisfied.

His doe eyes look at you as he removes the webbing from your mouth and wrists. “Maybe I like being the bad guy?”

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I hope you liked it… -

Cait <3

[baroquebucky]

smooth like butter

bucky just loves flirting with you

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a/n: hi hi bffs !! hope ur all doing well <3 here is a flirty bucky fic inspired by butter !! he is so charming i am gonna punch a wall,, hope u all enjoy let me know what u guys think & remember to stream butter <33

Bucky didn’t think he had it in him anymore, he thought surely that part of him from the 40s was long gone, erased from him after all these years.

Then his eyes landed on you at the coffee shop, a bright smile on your face as you picked up your order and made small talk with the barista, you looked so happy and god you were the most beautiful person in the world. He felt himself blushing as you turned around, his gaze quickly focusing on the the coffee infront of him.

He pulled his phone and immediately texted Sam, not know how to handle the situation.

just talk to her buck, I’m sure you’ll fall into routine like back in the day ;)

Bucky scoffed at his message, looking up to find you but you were nowhere in sight. He frowned, looking out the window and seeing you walking down the street, coffee in hand. His heart dropped a bit, upset he would never see you again, but he brushed it off quickly.

Sam was over for the weekend, the two sat in Buckys living room, watching a soccer game and making small talk.

“was thinking of getting a cat” bucky mentioned, taking a sip of his beer and looking at Sam. The man smiled, nudging his friend.

“ooh okay! gonna get yourself a little grumpy staring partner i see” Sam teased and bucky rolled his eyes smiling at his friend.

“dunno if i should, you know since we go on missions all the time” he frowned and Sam shook his head.

“you can always ask your neighbors to cat sit if your gone for too long, I’m sure it won’t be too much of a hassle” Sam assured his friend and bucky smiled, nodding his head as the two friends relaxed.

The next day bucky headed to the nearest animal shelter, nervous to pick out his new feline friend, his eyes shining as they took him around the facility, presenting each of the cats with utmost pride.

“this guys name is alpine, he’s quite mellow and sweet, very well behaved and house trained” Buckys eyes met with the cats and he smiled, the cat purring into Buckys hand.

“I’ll take him” he smiled, the cat cooing up to the super soldier with ease. As he signed all the papers, alpine continued to purr into Buckys touch, excited to finally have a home.

“you can pick him up in two to three weeks after we finish up checking him out and giving him some shots! We’ll give you a call two days prior if that’s fine with you?” The receptionist smiled and bucky nodded, waving goodbye to alpine and walking out the shelter doors.

Bucky had a smile on his face and his eyes were for once off the floor, smiling to himself as he shopped for his new friend, getting him all sorts of toys and treats. He easily went up the stairs to his apartment before stopping at his door and realizing he need to unlock the door. The boxed and bags he had so delicately balanced came tumbling down as he set them down to reach for his key.

“fuck” he whispered, trying to balance everything only to have him drop his key.

“let me help!” he heard a sweet voice, he was too embarrassed to look up, fumbling with everything as you took half the things in your hand and let him grab the keys. Bucky looked up and met your eyes, his heart raced and he realized it was you, from the coffee shop.

He didn’t let his state linger for long, quickly moving to unlock the door and grab the rest of the things from the floor, holding the door open and inviting you in.

“you can set it on the counter, thanks so much” he smiled, you nodded, placing everything down gently as your arms already shook from how heavy the boxes were.

“you’re getting a cat?” You smiled and bucky heard sams words ringing in his ears, just be yourself, let the 40s flow back to you, he had scoffed at him before but now here was bucky, letting himself just trust his gut.

“yeah! i get lonely sometimes and ive always wanted a cat” bucky smiled, your knees buckled. God his smile, that had to be the most charming smile in all of Brooklyn, you were sure of it.

“oh nice! I used to have a cat, his name was mittens” you smiled, nervous as he looked at you, your fiddled with your fingers before realizing he probably wanted you to leave.

“I’ll get going don’t wanna bother you” you smiled, waving goodbye to him.

“wait!” bucky called out and you stopped in your tracks, face flushed as you turned around. Bucky smiled at you before speaking up.

“what’s your name? I could’ve sworn I’ve never seen you around, i would’ve remembered someone a pretty as you” he asked and you chuckled lightly, blushing at his words and your palms sweating a bit.

“y/n, I’m two doors down” you smiled and he returned it, walking up to you, your heart raced in your chest as he stuck his hand out for you to shake. You shook his hand quickly, noting the way his hands were much warmer than yours and how his calloused hand felt against yours. Your stomach was in knots by the time you pulled away, mind racing and wondering if he felt how sweaty your hands were.

“I’m bucky” he replied, “I’ll see you around i hope” bucky grinned and you nodded.

“if you ever need anything you know where to find me!” You shot him one last grin and walked out, face hot and heart racing. You felt a bead of sweat rolling down the side of your face and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing once you shut the door to your apartment, you were so flustered by him you were fucking sweating.

You had seen bucky in the halls a couple times, flashing each other a smile and making small talk. Each and every time you found yourself nervous under his gaze, sweating once the two of you parted ways and you hoped to god he never noticed. Bucky being the observant super soldier he was, did notice, but he found it sickeningly sweet. His heart fluttering as he noticed the way your heart rate quickened around him, the way you fumbled over your words at times and fiddled with your fingers.

Bucky took any and every opportunity to talk to you, helping you with groceries even if you weren’t struggling, dropping stuff on purpose for you to help him out. He even invited you out for dinner a couple times, the two of you getting along perfectly and conversation flowing easily.

“you know you have a really nice smile” you complimented him as you stopped infront of your door.

“do i?” Bucky grinned and you nodded, heart racing as you looked away from him, “then whyd you always look away when i smile at you?” He teased your mouth flew open.

“i- well it’s just- you-” he cut you off with a small laugh.

“just teasing you doll, i have the same smile as my mom” he spoke softly and you smiled, you hand squeezing his slightly, “you should get to bed, don’t you have work in the morning?” Bucky grinned and you nodded.

“You’re quite the charmer james” you whispered and you looked into his blue eyes, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, “I’ll see you soon” you smiled before walking into your apartment, leaving bucky outside smiling like a fool.

The shelter called bucky a couple days after that date and bucky couldn’t get to the shelter fast enough, excited to bring home his new friend. Scooping him up into his arms and signing a couple more papers before walking out of the shelter with a wide smile, cooing at the white cat.

“got someone who i think’ll wanna meet you buddy” he smiled, pulling into the apartment complex and walking up to his apartment, letting himself in and setting down alpine to explore.

“youll pee here, this is your litter box, best of the best for you” bucky smiled, pointing everything out to the cat. He played with him for a bit, giving the cat sometime to get used to his surroundings before going two doors down and knocking, a smile on his face.

Your heart jumped at the sudden sound, you weren’t expecting anyone so who was this? You looked through the peephole and saw bucky, a small smile on his face as he looked down at the floor and then back down to his door.

“oh god, oh fuck” you whispered, looking at the mirror next to you and taking in your appearance, you were in sweats and a t shirt, hair slightly messy. You tried fixing your hair to the best of your abilities before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

Bucky could hear you panicking, he bit his lip to stop the smile on his face. But he failed miserably as you opened the door and gave him a shy smile.

“hi bucky! i wasn’t expecting you” you laughed softly and he gave you a small smile.

“sorry, i just- i got alpine- my cat, i picked him up today and figured maybe you wanna meet him?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck and your eyes lit up, a smile on your face as you nodded quickly.

“oh! yes oh my god yeah let’s go!” You giggled, following bucky quickly down the hall and into his apartment. Your eyes landed on the white cat and your hands flew to your mouth.

“he’s so cute!” You cried out, bucky smiling at your reaction, alpine quickly noticing you and walking up to you. “hi little kitty, are you alpine? such a sweet name for a sweet boy!” you cooed, smiling as you crouched down and let the cat. Bucky couldn’t stop his heart from fluttering, cheeks flushing as he watched you.

“can i pick him up?” You asked, looking up at bucky and he nodded, you swiftly picked the cat up with a wide smile.

“you can sit on the couch if you’d like” bucky smiled and you thanked him, gently sitting on the couch and bucky followed suit, giving you some space. The two of you took turns petting and cuddling on alpine, soft giggled filling his apartment.

“thanks for introducing me” you spoke and bucky grinned at you.

“‘course, had to show him the most beautiful gal here” bucky smiled and you blushed at his comment, but he didn’t stop there. “i was wondering actually uh- stark has this gala thing- i mean you can say no it’s just- do you wanna go with me?”

Now it was Buckys turn to blush, he knew there was a huge chance you’d say no. I mean you hardly knew each other, the longest you had talked was for like 30 minutes in your apartment when he helped you bring up groceries two days ago.

“me?” You questioned, eyes wide as bucky nodded.

“I’ll get a dress for you and everything, just need to take someone and I’d prefer it be you” he smiled, how could you say no to him?

“uh- i wow- i mean” you sputtered out before stopping yourself and nodding, “yeah okay” you smiled and bucky grinned.

“thanks so much doll” he spoke and you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, giddy with excitement.

Soon enough the gala came and bucky dropped off your dress, letting you know he’d drop by at 5:30 to pick you up to head to the dance. You were nervous as you slipped the gown on, it was a black to match the suit he’d be wearing, somewhat simple but had some pretty accents throughout that made it absolutely stunning.

You got ready quickly, bucky knocking at the door before you had a chance to slip your shoes on. You opened the door with a smile, Buckys mouth falling open.

“oh wow” was all he said, immediately closing his mouth and clearing his throat, “i mean- i- hi” he chuckled and you smiled, letting him.

“i brought you flowers” he grinned and you blushed, smiling at the beautiful roses he handed you.

“bucky barnes ever the gentleman” you grinned and he smirked.

“only the best for my gal” he shot back and your heart raced, moving to put the flowers in water and rushing to slip your heels on.

“let me just finish getting ready, I’ll be done in a minute” you smiled, looking at him through the mirror as you put on some earrings.

“you’re so gorgeous, melting my heart like it’s butter” he smiled, dazed in your beauty. Your heart continued to face and you smiled, rolling your eyes at him.

“oh hush” you protested, finally finishing and holding the door for the two of you to head out. He offered you his arm and you gladly too it, taking the elevator and stealing a glance at him. Bucky noticed and smiled, standing up a bit straighter.

As the two of you arrived you grew self conscious, there were so many other people here, so many girls that were much prettier than you and most likely much better than you. Bucky noticed your discomfort quickly and pulled you closer to him, giving you a reassuring smile.

The two of you walking over to where the rest of the team was and he smiled widely as Sam and steve made eye contact with him. Tony flashing you a smile.

“hey guys” bucky smiled and you followed his lead, grinning at everybody, trying to appear composed even though you were absolutely yelling your lungs out on the inside. “this is y/n, y/n this is- well this is the rest of the team” he chuckled and you laughed softly.

“hi! it’s a pleasure to meet you all” you greeted and they smiled, wanda immediately coming up to you and giving you a hug.

“I’m wanda! It’s nice to meet you, do you wanna get a drink?” She asked and you looked at bucky quickly before smiling with a nod, natasha following the two of you as you all walked over to the bar, bucky sitting next to steve and Sam.

“you’re dating bucky?” She whispered and you blushed, shaking your head.

“oh no! we’re just neighbors- well we’re friends, we talk sometimes” you rambled and Natasha smiled.

“ever since you helped him with whatever it was last week or two weeks ago he hasn’t shut up about you” Natasha whispered and you blushed, looking over at where bucky was and your heart raced as you made eye contact with him, quickly turning your head away from him.

“it’s true, even came to me for advice, I’m the one who suggested he ask you to come tonight!” Wanda smiled widely and you took a sip from your drink.

“let’s change the topic, what’s your favorite pasta shape?” You smiled.

Steve and Sam cheered on bucky as he sat down next to them.

“told you she would say yes!” Sam smiled, patting his back.

“i knew you still had it in you” steve smirked and bucky couldn’t stop the smile on his face as he watched you talk and laugh with nat and wanda.

“shes perfect” bucky mumbled, face beating up as Sam and steve made a fuss, “oh will you two shut up” he rolled his eyes, smile still on his face as his two friends continued to tease him, forcing him to spill his guts.

“can i buy you drink sweet cheeks?” You heard from behind you, but you ignored it, thinking they were talking to Natasha or wanda. The two girls looked at you with wide eyes when you didn’t react. Your eyes wide when you realized they were talking to you.

“me?” You asked, laughing slightly as the man nodded, a smirk on his face. You looked over at wanda and Natasha and they gave you a wink, your heart raced.

“uh- okay i guess” you smiled, ordering up enough for the three of you before smiling at the man, downing your shot with wanda and Natasha and ditching the man before he could even see where the three of you headed off to.

Bucky smiled as he watched the way you doubled over in laughter with the girls, wiping at your eyes softly to stop the tears of joy from ruining your makeup.

Soon enough the three of you walked back to the team, you sat next to bucky, letting yourself relax into his touch. After a couple minutes you saw steve and bucky both perk up, the sound of some 40s song playing as couples swayed on the dance floor.

“would you care to dance with me doll?” bucky asked with a smile and your heart raced.

“oh i don’t know how to dance” you whispered and Buckys smile only grew, “I’ll teach you darlin” he smirked as he easily pulled to to your feet, leading you to the dance floor and ignoring the whoops and cheers from the others.

With seconds the two of you were on the dance floor, bucky looking at you with soft eyes as you stood in front of him, looking around at everyone.

“eyes on me doll, or else you won’t learn” he teased you felt your stomach flutter. “side step right left to my beat doll, just follow the flow of the music” he spoke softly, your arms snaking around his neck and his cautiously let his hands rest on your hips.

“look at you, already getting the hang of it” he praised you and your heart raced, smiling up at him, you were only inches away from his face.

“you know nat and wanda told me some pretty crazy things” you whispered and bucky hummed.

“things like what?” he smirked, already knowing what you were gonna say.

“like how you’ve been talking ‘bout me” you spoke, the two of you still swaying to the music.

“i have been doll” he replied quickly, spinning you around before catching you back in his arms once again.

“what’ve you been saying?” You asked, breathless as the two of you were closer than before.

“oh you know, just how you’re the girl of my dreams, how i wanna make you my girl but i dunno what you’d say” he spoke smoothly, his cool tone causing your knees to buckle. Bucky held you up firmly, smiling at you.

“oh” you managed to squeak out, “well i wouldn’t say no” was all you managed out and bucky laughed softly. Your blue eyes met his and you felt your heartbeat in your ears, eyes flickering down to his lips. “what- what else did you say” you asked and he smiled.

“let me show you, talk is cheap and don’t mean a thing” he mumbled, slowly leaning into you, without a moments hesitation you crashed your lips onto his, your eyes fluttering closed as your mouths moved together, smiling into the kiss and pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck.

For a second the world melted away, it was just the two of you, rocking back and forth to the soft music as you smiled into the kiss, pulling away breathless with sparkling eyes and pink lips.

Then everything came back to you, suddenly everyone’s presence was a little too prominent for your liking, face growing hot. Bucky smiled at you, not wasting a second before grabbing your wrist and pulling you along, walking out of the venue and waving goodbye to everyone hastily. Wanda and Natasha shot you a thumbs up and you smiled brightly.

Within moments the two of you were alone outside, the cool Brooklyn air refreshing both of your flushed skin.

“you know, was gonna ask you to be my girl with a bunch of flowers and over a candle lit dinner” bucky chuckled and you smiled softly at him, your fingers intertwining in his hand.

“why don’t you?” you asked softly, he smiled at you as he threw his head back with a soft groan.

“cant wait that long doll face, i just wanna be yours already” he grinned, looking at you with soft eyes, adoration clear on his face.

“what’re you waiting for barnes?” You teased, stopping in your tracks and crossing your arms over your chest.

“for us to get back to your apartment so i can kiss you all night” he shot back with a smirk, loving the way you looked at him with wide eyes and your heart raced. He pulled you into his chest, kissing you on the lips quickly before pulling away, not caring that he had red lipstick all over his mouth or that it was now smudged on your lips now.

“will you be my girl y/n?” He asked breathless, the stars twinkling above the two of you and the cold New York wind cooling your hot bodies.

“depends” you smiled, “how much time do i get to spend with alpine?” Bucky smiled brightly at you, picking you up in his arms and walking to the car.

“of course I’ll be your girl james” you replied, kissing up his neck and leaving a trail of red lipstick. Bucky opened the door with one hand, easily holding you up with his other before setting you down in the car seat.

“i know, just wanted to hear you say it” he smirked and you gasped.

“you’re too cocky for your own good” you teased him as he slid into the drivers seat.

“not cocky, just charming, that what you called me didn’t you” he replied quickly, leaning over and kissing you before starting to drive back to your apartment.

It’s safe to say that you spent a lot of time with alpine, cat sitting when bucky was away on missions and lazing the weekends away cuddled in bed or on the couch with bucky.

There was never a dull moment in your relationship with bucky, constantly flirting with you as if he hadn’t been dating you for years already. The Brooklyn boy was head over heels for you and was not afraid to let the world know.

Which is why he reminded you everyday how much he loved you. Because to him, you were his whole world and all he’d ever need.

[sugarbooger513]

Mine (Stepbrother!ChosoxFem!Reader)

This is my collaboration piece for @severelytalentless Are You Afraid of the Dark collab! I had a lot of fun writing this... work. I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you to my very amazing friends who helped me out during this piece, especially my wifey @kentosovertime and my bestie @roughwithfluff. It wouldn't have ended up as well written as it did without the help.

Warnings: stepcest, possessive nature, unprotected sex (wrap your willies), oral (fem receiving), spit, Choso slaps reader in the face like once, he also slaps in another place, daddy kink, dom Choso, Choso is very petty, mentions of cheating ex, mentions of alcohol and nicotine consumption, degradation, praise, slight breeding kink if you squint

"Don't bother calling me anymore! I see what's more important to you.." You hang up your cell phone and throw it across the room. Your bed feels colder than it usually does, but you lay on it anyways, allowing your tears to flow onto your pillow.

Your boyfriend, now ex, of two years had called you with a plea, begging for your forgiveness. How could you forgive him, though? When you heard about your best friend sleeping with him, you couldn't get the image out of your head. You knew she thought he was attractive, but there was never a worry in your mind that either of them would take it anywhere.

You sit up, suddenly realizing that he would be on his way home from work in an hour, maybe two. You had to leave before he got home. It wasn't like you feared he would hurt you for leaving him, but he would certainly try to guilt you into staying with him.

Your heart rate increases when you realize that you have no idea where you can go. He knows all of your family, and is pretty loved by all of them. Your stepmom even has the habit of calling him her son. 'Her son...'

You rush to grab your phone, dialing the all too familiar number. If there's one person in your family you can call, it's the one he's scared of.

"Y/N," your step brother lets out a long yawn after answering, "what's up?" "B-bubs.." You can hear him drop something on his end. "Honey, why are you crying?" "He.. he cheated on me.. with her.. you were right.."

Choso bites the inside of his cheek, suddenly enraged at the thought. He never liked that guy. When they first met, Choso punched him in the jaw for being an asshole. You were mad at him at the time, but eventually understood why he did it. Since then, your ex was too scared to look Choso in the eyes.

Still, he now finds himself smiling.

"I'm so sorry, honey. Is there anything I can do?" Your sniffle makes him clench his fist. "He's going.. to be home s-soon." "Drive over here. I'll set up the guest-" "C-can you get me..? I don't want him tracking my car.."

Your pitiful voice goes straight to his crotch. Even though no one else is at his home, he finds himself trying to conceal his half hard cock with the kitchen counter.

"Of course, honey. Pack a bag. I'll be there in twenty." "I-I love you, Choso.. thank you." He has to bite his lip to keep from moaning. "I love you too, honey."

When he hangs up, he groans loudly and places his head on the cool marble. "Okay," he talks to himself aloud, "just.. keep yourself in control. You got this, Choso. She's your step sister, for Christ's sake." He shakes his head, grabbing his keys.

Still, he can't deny the things you do to him. It makes him feel terrible, but you're so damn tempting. He always figured that your hugs would last a little too long, your eyes scanned him a little too much, your hands lingered on him a little too suggestively.

He knew better, though. Your teenage years were spent on tons of dates with guys who were the complete opposite of your stepbrother. He would sit in his bedroom, no doubt on a video game, while he listened to guy after guy go in and out of your bedroom. It wasn't like you were a whore.

Those guys just eventually showed their true colors.

He knows that when you love, you love with your entire heart. That's why he was there for you through every heartbreak. He would hold you for hours, dry your tears with his own shirts, make you your favorite snacks, take you on long walks so you weren't cooped in the house all day.

Why? Well, because in his mind you already belonged to him.

You pace your living room, already holding your overnight bag in your hand. Of course, you'll probably stay with Choso more than one night, unless your dad tells you to stay with him and your stepmom instead.

Who are you kidding? If Choso offers to let you stay longer, you would much rather stay there.

Your front door opens, and you jump in fear that your ex came back early. "Shhh, honey it's me." "C-Cho.." Choso walks across the room in quick strides to pull you into his strong embrace.

His hands gently cradle you against his body. "He doesn't deserve your tears Y/N. Don't give him the satisfaction." "Y-you tell me that after every breakup, Choso.." "I know. That's because none of them deserve your kindness."

You close your eyes and feel yourself relax in his strong arms. He's never let you down. Choso has been the only guy in your life to prove he would always be there for you. You truly trust him with your life.

That being said, you can't ignore the feelings that have formed over the years for your stepbrother.

Your fingers grip his shirt in an attempt to pull him even closer to you. He sighs softly and buries his face in your hair. "Is there anything I can do for you, Y/N?" "Just... don't leave me. Please?"

His heart pounds in his chest at your feeble plea. His throat seems to dry, so he can't manage to speak. Finally, after what feels like an hour, he clears his throat.

"You know I won't, Y/N. I never have." "And never will?" His large hands squeeze your body a bit harshly, but your breath only increases at the feeling.

"I never will. Now, why don't we get you loaded into the car and get you home?" You finally pull away, blinking your still teary eyes at him so innocently. "Home..?"

The look on your face has his body on fire. You look so damn innocent, just like an angel. They're still red and puffy from your crying, but that only has him straining in his pants.

The things he would give to take the innocence from your face this second..

"Of course. My home is yours for as long as you need." He jingles his keys in an attempt for you to hurry and follow.

"What.. what about as long as I want..?"

That sentence has him blushing furiously. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course. You're family and I love you, so my home is yours. We should go though. I don't want to-" His sentence is cut short when you wrap your small arms around his frame.

"Cho.. you're the only person in my life that cares this much.." "Don't say that, princess. You know that isn't true." His large hands are so gentle as they rub your back comfortingly. The small action has your heart pounding.

It also has your core burning for more.

"I-I want to stay with you." "Princess, then why are we still here?" There's a hint of laughter in his teasing tone. "I mean.. stay with you." You bury your face in his broad chest, hoping desperately that he gets the hint.

And oh boy does he ever. He can't help the small groan that escapes his throat at the mere thought.

"Y/N.. you don't mean that." You finally look up, shocked at the tint of rosiness on his usually pale cheeks.

"I-I do mean it.. You're the only guy who has ever-" "I'm family." "Not blood. D-Don't act like you don't feel the same Choso!" His eyes widen, and your accusation has him backing away from you, causing your hope to falter. Had you been mistaken this entire time? Had the stares and lingering touches really just been his own way of showing platonic affection.

"Choso.. I-" "Am I truly that obvious, Y/N?" You blink once, twice before giggling softly. "Y-yeah.. have I not been?" "No. Your.. attention always seemed to be on others. I just assumed.. you saw me as your big brother." You shake your head, walking slowly to stand directly in front of him again.

You've always thought his eyes were gorgeous, a slight grey tint over the almost golden color, they truly are their own unique shade, but right now they seem even brighter.

"I.. I was scared. People would.. call us freaks if anything came of any attraction to each other. I mean.. we've known forever that we weren't related, but our parents have been married-" "Going on ten years now. Even dated for five years before that. Trust me," his hand reaches to touch your cheek gently, as if he's afraid he could break you, "I've been bouncing the pros and cons in my head for so many fucking years."

Your cheek fits so easily in his palm, as if it was made to be there. "So.. who gives a damn about the cons anymore?" His eyes darken at your words, suddenly not focused on your gaze, but your lips. "I don't think I do, Princess." He suddenly turns the two of you, pressing your body into the wall that was originally behind him.

His lips hover centimeters over yours, making you whimper pathetically. "Tell me what you want. I'll give it to you, Y/N." His lips turn at the corners, making the already handsome guy seem even more so. Your hands reach out, gripping the loose t-shirt he's wearing tightly. "I-I need you, Cho. P-please?"

"Well, why don't we take this little.. fiasco to my place?" "No." He tilts his head in confusion as you smirk. "Fuck me on his bed.. onii-chan."

His lips are on yours the instant that word leaves your mouth. Despite the fact you're almost certain that Choso doesn't know what lip balm is, his lips are so plush and soft. It catches you off guard, causing you to moan softly in his mouth.

He isn't shy about exploring your body either. His hands grab every bit of plushness they can. Your hips, thighs, ass, until he finally reaches your breasts. His hands squeeze them harshly, not caring about any actual pain he could bring. You gasp in the kiss, which allows his tongue to finally invade your mouth, easily taking over as the dominant one.

He tastes faintly of cheap wine and cigarettes, but that doesn't shock you. You've spent multiple nights in his room smoking and drinking after rough breakups.

You have to smack at his shoulder a few times before he pulls away, leaving a strand of saliva connecting the two of you. He lets out a deep growl before grabbing your arm to yank you upstairs.

He kicks the bedroom door open, not caring about possibly busting the damn thing. "I have waited for so fucking long," he shoves you onto the queen sized bed that you once shared with your ex, "to have you all to myself. Now that I have you..." He pulls the shirt over his head, causing your eyes to shamelessly wander over his toned body. He catches your gaze, causing him to lick his bottom lip in anticipation. "Oh I am never letting you out of my grasp now, little one."

You sit up and, without a second thought, throw your shirt off and into the floor. "A bit possessive, are we?" He chuckles a bit darkly. "I don't see you complaining. Besides," he rips your pants off in one fluid motion, purring at the dark spot already staining your panties, "it seems you know who you belong to." His head is almost instantly between your legs, his hands shoving your thighs open effortlessly.

He licks a long stripe up your covered slit, causing you to mewl. "Go ahead, princess, tell me exactly who owns you." This time he places a small kiss just over your clit. "F-fuck, you!" "Hmmm," his hand comes down to smack your pussy with an unnecessary amount of force. "Not good enough. Try again." He lands another smack, this one making tears prick your eyes.

"W-what do y-you want-" you cry out as he lands two more smacks on you. The pain is startling at first, but it quickly has you moaning in pleasure. "How about that fun little nickname you've given so many men that have entered your bedroom?" You squeak, making him chuckle. "Oh come on, there's no way you thought I never heard you. Always had the fucking nerve," another smack, this one even harder, "to cry out for other men while I was in my bedroom dreaming of making those pretty eyes cry in my bed. Come on, call me that sweet little name and I'll fuck you better than any of those assholes could have."

The last smack has you screaming, and you can't seem to care that any of your neighbors could hear. "D-Daddy! Y-You own me! I-it's always been you, I swear daddy! P-Please fuck me, I-I need it!"

He groans loudly before ripping your panties from your body. "I'll have to remember that you beg beautifully once I get you home." Two of his fingers spread you apart, and he smirks at the puddle of essence already pooling on the bed. "So fucking wet for me, aren't you?" He doesn't give you a chance to answer before he buries his face in you, eating you out like a man starved.

The sudden onslaught of pleasure makes you try and clamp your thighs closed, but one of his hands shoves it back down. His eyes look up at you as he continues to lap at your drooling pussy. The stare speaks every word he can't at the moment.

This is for his pleasure, not yours, and you're meant to lay back and take what he's giving you.

Your fingers tangle in his raven hair, and the slight pain has him growling against you. His lips wrap around your throbbing clit, sucking harshly, and he shoves two fingers into you without any warning.

You knew beforehand that Choso had slept with at least a few women, so he's not inexperienced, but you never knew that he was this experienced. His long fingers curl into you, pushing against the spot that has you screaming his name to the heavens. He has to rut against your mattress in a desperate attempt to get some sort of relief.

"D-Daddy.. I-I'm g-gonna cum.." He could already tell. Your walls sucked his fingers in as soon as they entered you, so he knew you wouldn't last much longer. "Hmmm," his sharp teeth nip your clit gently, but it still makes you squeak, "I sure hope you aren't telling daddy what you're going to do.. That would be awfully rude of you, little one."

The sheer dominance and control radiating from him has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. Since when was your sweet step brother so demanding? "C-can I please cum, daddy? I-It feels t-too good.." You feel that damn smirk against your clit. "Of course, baby. Just scream my name when you do it, okay?"

He really must not like you talking much, because he doesn't let you answer him before he starts ruthlessly pounding his fingers into your cunt. Your entire body arches from the bed as you cry out for him. It takes one last flick of his tongue on your swollen bud to have you writing in the bed, coming completely undone before he even pulled his pants off.

He slows down, but doesn't completely stop, allowing you to ride out your high as he uses his tongue to lap up every drop of sweetness pouring from you. "Good girl, I've got you sweetheart. Are you feeling up for more, or do you need to stop until we go home?"

He sits up, eyeballing your form as he licks his lips clean, ignoring the fact he's dripping your own cum from his chin onto you.

You giggle, still a bit spaced out from the intense orgasm. "W-want you.. inside me, please daddy?" He chuckles softly before reaching to finally unhook your bra and fling it to the side. "Of course baby. Where are your condoms?" "D-Don't have any. I'm on.. the pill." His cheeks flush a bit, but he doesn't question anything else.

He makes quick work of his sweatpants, leaving him in only his boxers. The outline of his cock alone has you snapping back to reality. When he pulls the boxers down, you outwardly moan when it slaps back against his abdomen. He's much bigger than any guy you've had before. Also, it's so.. pretty.

The shaft is a lot like the rest of his skin, a very pale color that almost shines if sunlight hits it. The head is a soft pink, very reminiscent of the blushes he always seemed to get if you teased him too much, with droplets of precum around it. A large vein runs from the underside of it, and you can see it actually throb the more he stares at you.

"See something you like, love?" You whimper at the very affectionate nickname. "I-is it going to fit? I mean.. I've never.." "Don't worry, little one," he gently lays you back, "daddy will get it to fit. If it hurts too much, just let me know. Okay?" he grabs one of your exes' pillows, placing it gently under your lower back. "O-okay, daddy. I trust you."

His smile warms your heart. "That's my good girl. Spread your legs for me." You nod, following his instructions immediately. His hand reaches between the two of you, grabbing his cock and gently rubbing the tip around your entrance. "You sure you want this, Y/N? I don't want you to feel forced." You whimper, nodding instantly. "P-please fuck me, Choso.. I've waited so long.." You spread your legs more, effortlessly enticing him.

When his tip enters you, you're already a moaning mess. It just feels too good. He watches your expressions intently as he slowly pushes into you, searching for any signs of discomfort. Once he's about halfway in, he stops completely.

"How you doin' baby? Any pain?" He leans down to give you a gentle kiss. "G-good. I-it kinda burns, but nothing bad, I promise." He smiles against your mouth and starts to push in again. "We're almost there, little one. Just- fuuuuck." He finally bottoms out, the stretch of it making you whimper loudly and wiggle around. He pants on your face, the scent of you still heavy on his breath.

"S-so fucking tight.. can't believe this is happening..”

He chuckles softly, giving a tentative thrust into your heat. You bite down on your lip, finding both pain and pleasure in the burn that courses through your body. "D-daddy-" He cuts off the rest of your sentence by leaning back onto his knees and grabbing the back of both of your thighs. He manhandles you easily into what you can only assume is a mating press.

"So easy to throw around, aren't you? My pretty baby.." He pulls out of you until only his tip is still inside before slamming back in, causing you to see stars. "You take cock like a pro, baby. I wasn't sure a cute little thing like you could handle it." You tighten around him at his foul language, causing him to growl. "I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else, baby. I'll make sure I'm the only one who can make you scream. You want that, baby? Want daddy to fuck the imprint of his cock into your slutty little hole?"

You throw your head back and cry out for him. "P-please! Make me your little toy, daddy. W-want you to own me.. prove who I belong to, please?" You know you've done it now from the way he snarls at you. However, the sudden ringing of your phone makes both of you freeze. He leans back up to wrap your thighs around his torso.

He's the first to reach to the floor and grab it, still buried deep inside of you. "Oh, lookie there.. a video call. Hello?" Did he-

"Choso? Where is Y/N? Why do you have her phone?" Your ex's voice sounds from the speaker, making your eyes shoot open. You meet Choso's eyes, mouthing the words 'hang up' over and over.

"What does it matter? She dumped you and called me." "Of course she did. Dude, let me talk to her." Choso chuckles darkly, finally thrusting into you, making you squeak loudly despite your best effort to stay quiet.

"What was that?" "Y/N. She's currently.. held up. Or.. down, rather." He smirks at his own joke, reaching down his free hand to start circling your clit with his middle finger. The feeling has you tightening your thighs around his waist.

"You... what?" "Are you deaf and stupid? I said she's busy, aren't you little one?" He smirks down at your form, panting and shaking your head in a desperate, silent plea. This can not be how everyone finds out about this. No way in hell.

Choso's mocking pout makes your face flare up. "She seems a little shy. Let me show you instead." "N-no! Choso I-!" The choking gasp from the phone call shuts you up. Choso's eyes show no mercy as he looks at you almost amused. "That isn't what you should be calling me, is it?"

You look directly at the camera on the back of your phone, your face a deep scarlet color. Before you can correct yourself, the hand that was idly playing with your clit launches up, smacking your cheek with enough force to have your eyes switch to his. He smirks and shoves his index and middle fingers in your mouth without warning, making the ring he wears clack a bit painfully into your teeth.

"Pretty little whore just needs to learn some manners. Don't you, love?" He gets a wicked grin seeing how you blabber around his digits, trying so desperately to behave and give him an answer. "Sorry, princess, I didn't quite hear you. Try again for daddy." He shoves his fingers farther down your throat, causing you to gag and cough. Spit pours out of your kiss bruised lips, making Choso moan above you.

Your teary eyes make him pull his fingers out, wiping the spit across your face. "Why didn't you tell me you couldn't speak? Silly little girl. Now, what should you be calling me?" "D-Daddy! I'm s-so sorry.." He groans, running his thumb down your bottom lip. He gently pries your mouth open before leaning over you, letting spit fall from his tongue into your waiting mouth. He purrs as you swallow it so obediently. "I know you are. You're such a good girl for me. Oh, he hung up." Choso chuckles softly and tosses your phone back to the floor.

"I believe that I have some work to finish, right baby?" Both of his hands grab your hips, surely leaving bruises, before he starts to mercilessly ram into your sopping cunt. Your throat is still somewhat raw from his fingers being in it not two minutes ago, but he's determined to pull every sound he can from you.

He slides one hand down, harshly pinching and rolling your swollen clit between two fingers. Your cries only encourage his ruthless actions.

"D-daddy I-I.. something.. something doesn't-" Your pleas are cut off when the hand on your hip actually lifts you off the bed, giving him enough access for the tip of his cock to batter into your cervix.

If you aren't sore tomorrow, he hasn't done his job.

Sweat drips down his forehead and chest as he growls deeply. "There we go baby. T-that's the spot. Cum for daddy, want you screaming until my name is the only t-thing you know." His hand starts slapping your exposed clit again, finally throwing you over the edge. When the coil in your abdomen snaps, you scream his name, raw throat be damned.

Choso hisses as you tighten around his cock, spraying his lower abdomen in your essence. "Sh-shit I-" His sentence trails off when he thrusts into you one more time, letting out an animalistic snarl as his own climax washes over him.

You can feel his cock throb as he unloads his seed deep inside you. The feeling makes you tremble and mewl. There's so much of it that it still manages to spill out, staining the bed sheets under you.

He's still panting pretty heavily when he slides out of you, careful in case you're still too sensitive. When you squeak, he reaches up to cup your cheek. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you." You nuzzle into his hand, placing a small kiss in the palm. "Th-thank you, daddy. I-I'm so tired." When your eyes start to flutter shut, he carefully stands from the bed, shamelessly admiring your disheveled state. "I'm sure you are. Let me get us cleaned up. Then I'll take you home, okay?"

Your small nod is plenty of an answer, so he rushes to the bathroom to search for a rag. He takes only a few seconds to wipe himself clean before rushing back to your side. You wince slightly at the feeling of the cloth wiping you down. "Shhhh, daddy's got you baby. I'll be done in just a second." He smiles to himself as you visibly relax into his touch, allowing him to finish.

"You know," he chuckles as he helps you pull your clothes back on, "your dad is going to try and kill me." "Your mom is going to call me every name in the book." He nods in agreement, finally starting to dress himself.

"So.. should we stay quiet? I imagine shit-for-brain isn't going to, but we can play that off as him being an idiot." You bite your lip, weighing the consequences of either decision.

There's no doubt in your mind, you want to be with Choso. It's clear he's willing to do whatever you want, but from the look in his eyes, the answer is obvious.

"I'm not hiding it." He blinks at you in shock. "B-baby.. your repu-" You stand up, despite your legs screaming in pain. He's quick to rush over and pull you into his chest. "I don't care.. I love you, and I don't want to hide it anymore." You squeak loudly when he picks you up bridal style, holding you easily with one arm.

The kiss he gives you is soft and loving, full of nothing but his affection for you. "I love you too, Y/N. I want nothing more than to tell the world that."

He carries you downstairs to grab your overnight bag, and then out to put you in his car. He really refuses to let you do anything, since he even leans inside to buckle you up. Your protests have him laughing. "When you're with me," he kisses your lips after getting into the driver's seat, "you're the spoiled princess. Got it?"

The drive to his house is quiet. He holds your hand the entire time, stroking along it with his thumb, occasionally bringing it to his mouth and kissing each knuckle.

"Oh.. oh shit." "What?" You open your eyes from almost falling asleep.

Your blood freezes when you see what he's looking at. Your dad's car is already parked in his driveway.

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