#How To Get Giveon

[solbaby7]

Still Your Best

pairing: azriel x reader

inspo: Still Your Best - Giveon

warnings: jealous azriel, some teasing, sexual tension, misogyny, this some toxic relationship shit so don’t expect the right decisions to be made here

summary: You’re trying to move on after years of pining over a certain Shadowsinger but he’s not ready to let go

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Damien was—nice.

A little predictable but he tried to be a gentlemen; held open your doors and pulled out your chairs at every dinner. He remembered the little things, was a decent cook, clean enough and worked hard.

But, you didn’t feel the spark.

Even after weeks of planned lunches and candlelit dinners accompanied with fine wines and good conversation but you couldn’t see yourself falling in love—at least not yet; not without effort. It’s partially why you’d never brought him around the Inner Circle; slightly worried about making your private life public in fears that it was moving things along too soon.

Was it normal to invite someone you didn’t love to meet your family?

There’s not enough time to really figure it out, to work out the kinds and tie lose ends before Damien is asking to meet them. “You’ve met mine.”

It was true; his family was—nice. A kind enough mother and a father who wasn’t exactly present but he was a good provider and Damien insisted that even without his dad around much, he still had a good life. You don’t think much of it until you start noticing little things; condescending responses when you tell him you’re leaving to go train with Cassian. “Enjoy it—a wife of mine will be too busy with our children to be running about playing with swords.”

You bite your tongue, deeming it too soon in the relationship to give him a piece of your mind and falling into a placating role is anything but love inducing. “You’re entitled to your opinion. It’s awfully early to be talking about that sort of thing anyway.”

Damien shrugs it off, already bored with the conversation and moving onto another. “Either way, I’d still like to meet them—your family,” Your eye twitches at the way he says it; like just because it wasn’t by blood that it wasn’t something real. “Get to know the people who’ve been stealing you away from me all week.”

You comply with a strained smile, dread beginning to settle in when you bring it up to Rhysand a few days later. You downplay it, reiterating multiple times that it wasn’t obligatory in hopes that he and the other would be busy for now and the foreseeable future.

Of course, that’s not the case.

“Don’t be silly, we’d love to meet your new boyfriend.”

He doesn’t miss the way you cringe at the title. “Oh, that’s just—that’s just wonderful. Great.”

Your mood is no less sour three days later when you’re getting ready for said gathering, form stuffed in a little black dress you’d been saving for a special occasion and you figured now was a better time than ever. Plus, the confidence boost would help sooth the nerves that wouldn’t stop swarming beneath your skin.

“That’s a little short, Angel.”

You try not to roll your eyes at the pet name—soft and sweet and completely non-threatening. As if you hadn’t spent the entirety of your life beating your knuckles into the bones of men five times your size in a ring meant for close combat.

Still, your hands slide over the fabric, staring at your figure in the mirror when you murmur, “Not too bad though right? I thought it was really pretty.”

“Very pretty, just not for other eyes.” Damien gives you a small smile, warm palms cupping at your arms when he continues as if he’s doing you a favor. “I’ll let it slide though, just this once.”

“How generous.”

It takes everything in you not to scream when he makes a point to throw a long cardigan over his arm before you leave; trying to distract you by asking for a full run down of everyone and you’re quick to skip over the fact that maybe, once upon a time, you and Azriel were more than just friends. But the steaming, boiling anger subsides when you winnow him to the Night Court, his cheeks green as he struggled to keep his breakfast down.

Damien hated winnowing and for some reason that made you love it.

Even as you soothing rub his back, acutely aware of the eyes staring into your back from the entrance doors. Damien composes himself fairly quickly, sparing you a look when you’d promised he’d get used to it after a while. “It happens,” The High Lord of the Night Court greets, a friendly hand patting at Damien’s shoulder and you don’t miss the way Azriel’s eyes roll at the gesture. “Welcome, I’m Rhysand and this is my wife Feyre.”

Damien’s eyes go wide, making a move to bow to his knees but you stop him with a gentle smile. “I apologize, I’ve never really met a High Lord before.”

“He’s just Rhys right now,” You soothe, tugging him along to introduce him to the others and they can tell it’s a little overwhelming so you’re both quickly ushered to the sitting room. “The same Rhys who always splurges on the good shit—“ You cringe at the way Damien clears his throat, a brow raised at the profanity and you have to hide the burn of embarrassment for being checked in front of your friends. “Stuff. He always gets the good stuff.”

Nesta and Mor share a glance, watching you pour up a glass just for it to be swiftly snagged by your date who offers you one too but it’s significantly smaller. “Should take it slow, Angel. It’s not ladylike to get drunk when you’re being hosted.”

Your friends watch you nod with a tight smile, quietly thanking him for looking out before taking a slow sip.

Azriel scoffs in the corner, eyes rolling as he fills a glass of his own and your jaw clenched in response, an arm looping through Damien’s to show him around. You point at art you’ve seen a million times and nod every now and then when he runs off into a winded explanation of a vase he was sure was a prized possession but you were certain Rhys had gotten it from Mor as a gift three Winter Solstice’s ago.

Cassian wanders over, striking up casual conversation that you use as a chance to slip away, re-filling your glass much higher than respectable and took it back in one go with a glance over your shoulder. “Where’d you find this guy?”

“Do you actually care or are you being a prick?”

Rhysand lets out a laugh, hands tucked in his pockets as violet eyes scan the room. “Are you even allowed to say that word?”

You scoff, a hand swatting at his arm but you can’t smack away the embarrassment that appears. “This is exactly why I didn’t want you guys to meet him.” You lower your voice, fingers toying with the stitching on your dress. “We’ve only been seeing each other a few months. I didnt have enough time to—“

“To dump him before we found out about him?”

A pause, your lips purse and your fingers twitch for something stronger than whatever had been filling the decanter. “Fuck off, Rhys. Not everyone gets to have a fairytale ending like you do.”

His voice is softer, more careful and it takes effort to even hear what he’s saying. “Why don’t you just talk to him? I know you’ve seen him brooding in the corners.”

“Azriel made himself perfectly clear,” You hiss, no longer caring who saw when you reached out to grab a whole bottle of wine and all out ripped the cork free. “He can brood in the corners for the rest of our lives for all I care.”

Your form radiates agitation, positivity seething over a nearly overflowing glass before taking hefty gulps to quench the rage but it only seems to fuel it. Taking you back to that night, the cool breeze sifting through a dragging duvet while standing on the balcony with Az. You could still feel the afterglow, body radiating perfect health and contentment when he finally faces you, a grimace on strong features. “I think I have feelings for Elain.”

It hadn’t even amounted to much, grazing fingers and hushed conversations; strolls in the garden and hours hunched over a table putting together puzzles.

But Elain didn’t want more, barely grasping at the strings of her life as she knew it and more anger burns when you’re robbed of the ability to enjoy it. Enjoy him being hurt a fraction of the amount you’d been but the feeling never comes, just breathtakingly aching love—the need to hold and cradle him close and make promises you weren’t positive you’d be able to keep. “I’m sorry,” Rhys rests a hand on your shoulder but you’re quick to shift away from it.

“Forget it, can we just hurry this night along?”

He nods stiffly, lips pursed at your agitation but it doesn’t stop him from swiftly blocking you from sight when Damien begins walking over, offering enough time for you to finish your glass and ditch the bottle. “Anyone hungry?”

Nesta grins beside her mate, a knowing look in her eye when she sits down, tugging Cassian along with her and it takes a moment too long to realize that she’d directed every seat be filled—except the one before you. Teeth grind against each other when the shadowsinger sits down, chair creaking against the hardwood as he scoots in until you felt the tips of his shoes against your own. “Absolutely ravenous.”

Azriel doesn’t play nice, smirking to himself over his mashed potatoes when those familiar shadows creep under the table, licking up your ankles and leaving goosebumps in their wake. You tense, grip slipping on your fork and Damien raises a questioning brow. “You okay?”

You refrain from looking at the dark haired man across from you and force a smile. “Perfect,” You lean in for a kiss, lips millimeters away when Damien’s head turns to the side, choking on nothing but air. It passes rather quickly but your hands curl into fists under the table, swatting away the shadows curling around your knees, teasing at your thighs.

“Damien, do tell us how you two met?”

Mor doesn’t acknowledge your grateful stare but you’re certain she’d noticed it, biding you just enough time to swiftly throw Azriel a look that could kill—but it only seems to spur him on further. “I ran into her in the city, asked her out to apologize.”

“Clumsy, are you?”

Az doesn’t even acknowledge your heels stomping at his foot, smirk growing over the rim of his wine glass and you straighten in your seat. “I try not to be but when in the presence of such beauty,” Damien grazes his knuckles against the curve of your cheek, watching as you pile food on your plate. “She didn’t have such an appetite back then though—slow down it’s not going anywhere.”

A brow raises, hands freezing in their place, serving spoon hovering in midair as his words settle but you’re quick to recover. Offering a smile, you put the spoon back, returning the dish to its place.

A beat of time passes in complete silence.

“Excuse me?”

“Az, don’t.” Maybe it’s the nickname that slips—one Azriel hadn’t heard you use in months—that forces him to clamp his mouth shut but the way golden eyes go dark is unmistakable. The others are staring; more so at your date than you but ever so gracefully you take control of the situation, resting a hand lovingly on Damien’s shoulder, sparing a quick kiss there over the cotton of his shirt. “It’s fine, he’s right, I had a big lunch.”

Rhys takes over, directing small talk and grilling Damien with subtle questions. Where he was from. His parents and their lineage and you wince slightly at the way he describes the relationship between his parents. “I suppose my family is like any other. My father always raised me to be a strong male who provides and instills order within his home and my mother handles the other duties—certainly none of this fighting mess my angel seems intent on participating in.”

Nesta perks up in her seat, fork scraping against her plate. “She’s actually really good—taught me when I first got here.”

“Be that as it may,” Damien doesn’t even seem to notice the displeased looks directed at him, the shared glances and mental conversations about just how fucking awful they thought he was. But, none of them say a thing, intrigued by your lack of irritation. In fact, you looked quite pleased with yourself, sparing the spymaster quick glances after each degrading comment—like you were getting off on his growing anger. “It’s just not how I was raised. Playing with swords isn’t where she belongs.”

“And where exactly do you feel she belongs?” It’s a loaded question and judging by the low growl that laces Azriel’s words you know Damien’s answer will dictate how the rest of the night goes. If he’d be able to leave the house in one piece.

Damien shrugs as if the response is as easy as breathing, not aware in the slightest of the cobalt glow beginning to push through the thickness of Azriel’s leathers. “In the—“

“Dessert?” You sharply interject, standing abruptly and smoothing the wrinkles in your dress. “Come help me carry it out.” You don’t even look back, ears catching on the linen cloth smacking against the table before the gentle scratch of the chair. You don’t make a sound until you’re behind the kitchens double doors, fingers raking through your hair when you spin around.

Damien is not behind you.

Azriel is, and he’s entirely too close, stalking forward with a growing snarl on god-like features. All sharp cheekbones and a dark brow, even darker hair that falls over his forehead and tickles at the nape of his neck but your eyes are caught on the shape of his mouth. The ripple of his nose and the tightly strung cord of his jaw as he cages you to the counter. “Dump him.”

The smell of his cologne nearly knocks you clean off your feet and your body’s reaction to the proximity was steadily becoming the ultimate betrayal. “What?” He watches you shake yourself from the momentary stupor, a hand smacking at his chest but Azriel doesn’t so much as flinch. “Are you crazy?”

“I will go fucking batshit if you keep throwing yourself all over that sorry excuse of a male.”

It’s the promise coating each syllable that has your thighs clenching but it’s the large hand that ghosts over your silhouette that has arousal pooling in your underwear. Azriel tracks the slow swallow you take, the roll of your throat and it’s like you’re catapulted back in time. Back when it would’ve been your right to lean forward and press your mouth to his, to let those hands roam wherever they pleased as long as he was planning on reciprocating the pleasure. Your fingers clench at your sides at the very thought and there’s no hiding your scent in the air. “You don’t get to do this. You wanted her—you chose her.” Your heart slams against your chest so hard you feared an imprint would begin to form. There’s nowhere to run; nowhere to go that wasn’t completely engulfed in everything Azriel and you have to close your eyes as to not get lost in the familiar touch of his shadows on your skin. “We are over.”

“No, we aren’t.” He noses at your cheek, free hand curling at the side of your neck to make room and you swear at yourself for allowing it. For falling victim to his fucked up game and the way he seemed to know exactly where to touch; plush lips pressing the softest of kisses along your racing pulse and he fucking groans. “It isn’t over—we’ll never be over.” So low and deep, hand tightening ever so slightly at your neck in such a claiming gesture that you have to rip yourself from the delusions beginning to set root. “You will always be mine.”

“You’re insane if you really think that’s true.” Hopefully it sounds more sure than it felt coming out and it takes every ounce of strength you have to pull away, to push through the thick cloud of darkness surrounding you until the glow of the lights were visible again. Fluffy cakes and neatly iced cookies rest on elegant trays and you can’t seem to stop yourself from grabbing one and retreating as far away as possible. “Absolutely insane.” A choked yelp escapes when you bump into the wall, mouth stuffed full of sweet dough and light icing to occupy from the grating thought of dropping to your knees and letting him shove his cock as far back as your throat could allow.

“I can be,” He nods, a smile pulling on his handsome features and your gut clenches. “I’ll be nice and ask you one time to break up with him.”

“And if I don’t?”

Shadows slink up the back of your legs, over your ass—higher and higher until they wrap ever so delicately around your neck. “Then, I’ll kill him.”

[beausling]

pov: you’re jensen ackles’ controversially young gf (alt!musican!reader) part iv

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[jimmybutlrr]

Mystery Girl

Pairing: Professor -Terry Richmond x Brown-Skinned Women

Warnings : 18+. Romance, Mature Content (Cursing, and Smut) One-Shot, "Getting Slut Out"

Summary: He's that easy, that his draws dropped a few hours after meeting.

A/N: You voted and you shall receive. As always constructive Criticism is welcome and feedback *No Part 2*

“SURPRISE” everyone said. 

Terry clutches his heart feeling happy that his family showed up and out for him. 

“Thank y'all,” Terry said. After going around the party greeting every family member and friends. Terry can be found talking to Mike and the rest of his friend group. “We have to the club, maybe the strip club” Mike said, throwing all the options out there, “calm down, I just came back after being in the military for a few years” Terry said knowing his cousin is not going to take no for an answer. “You're right, we could go to the bar and use your military discount” Mike said, making the men laugh. 

Terry sighs, thinking about the options, laid out in front of him. “Alright, we can go to the bar but only for a few hours because I want to bury these memories”. Terry said in despain, thinking about his time in the military. “I’m going to make those memories disappear” That’s what Mike said a few hours ago, now being too drunk to entertain Terry. 

As Terry sits at the bar talking to the bartender as he has nothing better to do. During the time he spent talking to her, he found out that she had graduated university with a bachelors of social science, has a chihuahua, is collecting another degree  and works at the bar to be able to pay off her classes and debt.  “I really enjoy this talk with you but It’s the end of my shift and I have to switch out now, See you later Handsome .

" The bartender says winking at Terry and leaves before Terry can have a chance to get her number. Drinking the rest of his drink, he looks around for Mike and the boys, seeing them on the dance floor and he walks towards them. Tapping one of his friends on the shoulder, he lets them know that he has to leave and to watch out for Mike. “I have to go, but make sure you guys  make it home safe, alright”. The man nodds to Terry’s words, turning around to continue to dance with the bad gyal in front of him.  

Making his way through the club, throwing a few excuses here and there. He gets to the exit of the club and starts searching for his car when he sees the bartender on the phone, arguing with the uber as he’s not understanding where to go or what she’s saying. Terry walks up to her grabbing her attention, “Hi, I was just walking to my car, when I  saw you upset and I just wanted to make sure that everything was alright, as it’s dark out” Terry said concerned for safety. “I’m alright , it’s just the uber, they're starting to piss me off”. She said upset, “If It makes you feel better, you look sexy when you’re mad” Terry said walking  even closer to her, she blushes feeling flattered, by his compliment. 

“Thank you handsome, you don’t look too bad yourself” She smiles, staring into his eyes, biting her lip, noticing the height difference between them.  “I’m about about to go home, do you need a ride” Terry said breaking the silence, “I would love that” She said putting her head down, Terry wanting to charm her some more, takes to fingers and picks up her head “Don’t put your head down around me”  he demands staring into her eyes some more, feeling a bit chilly as he has no jacket, he put his arm around her neck and starts walking towards his car.

Thinking back to how they met, It really doesn’t explain how she ended up on his bed with her face planted into the sheets, gripping for dear life. “Don’t cum, Don’t cum” Terry demanded “No ppllleeaassee, let.. .me .. .cum, ppllleeeaasse” moans as her stomach starts hurting her. “It hurts, pleassee”. Terry nodds “Alright let it out, when i could to 3 alright” Terry said, lifting up her hand to start slapping her cheeks “ One “Slap” Two “Slap” Three” Terry said feeling her tighten around his dick, feeling like 2 orgasm isn’t enough. 

He starts fucking her through her orgasm, not caring that she’s trying to push his stomach way from her “Please, it too much,plleeaassee” She moans feeling tired. Terry stops, slapping her ass one good time before turning her around. He takes her legs putting them next to her head giving her a small kiss before he starts to bottom her pussy out”OOOMMYY Gooooodddd”. Tears start falling from her eyes, all while her ears start ringing and her body starts twitching. 

Making her reach up to push his body,” Why you running” Terry said, grabbing her hands and choking her. Looking down, Terry smirks, seeing drools fall from her mouth, the whites of her eyes and her delayed speech, trying her hardest to speak English or at least speak at all, it was cute. Terry’s thrust starts rough and slopier, revealing that his nut is getting closer and closer. “Come on, Nut deep inside me, daddy please” She said hoping to be filled. Terry obeys letting of a string of curses while he nuts deep inside her, not caring about the missing condom

Letting go of her body, he falls next to her, both too tired to get up. They fall asleep bare and sheetless.  A few weeks later, Terry wakes up and starts rubbing his eyes. Walking to his bathroom he starts getting ready for his first day being a substitute teacher for a college course that his connections helped him get. He gets to work, taking out the lesson plan from the previous teacher, the students start piling in one by one. Scanning everybody's faces for remembrance, he sees her. Shocked that she turned out to be his student, while also coming to the conclusion that she is equally as shocked as she is seated staring at him with the same eyes that were rolling back, just a few weeks before. When it hits him, He never got her name.

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[chaossturns]

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

⋆⑅˚₊ — synopsis: Matt has been shutting you out due to his personal problems, which is causing problems in your relationship.

“girl , you mean the world to me , yes , you do , ooh” - givēon

⋆⑅˚₊ — pairing: matt sturniolo x poc!reader

⋆⑅˚₊ — warnings: fighting, crying , swearing, angst, and a somewhat happy ending

a/n: i honestly kind of hate this but it’s wtv 😭 , also this is my first time writing angst so it may be a bit rough

a/n 2: @luverboychris saw this first 👀

⋆⑅˚₊ — word count: 0.6k

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The sound of your foot tapping against the car floor and the rain pattering around you filled the silenced car.

Matt was now driving you home after you guys had gotten into a heated argument.

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

“Matt, you can’t keep shutting me out like this!” You yell to him, your hands hitting the side of your legs.

“I don’t need to tell you every fucking thing that’s happening right now. I just don’t okay!” He screamed back, turning his gaze from the floor to you.

“Well Matt, this relationship won’t last then will it?” You ask him, letting your anger get to you. “Just please talk to me, I promise we’ll be on the same page if you just open up.” your tone getting a bit quieter as you try to calm down.

“It’s not like you’re a fucking saint either.” He murmurs out, “You've done this before and I left you alone, but when it comes to me it seems like I can’t have that space can I?”

“I just wish you would vanish Matt,” you start. “then we wouldn’t have these fucking problems and arguments.” you say, your voice breaking towards the end, tears beginning to fall from you eyes. Matt’s face drops, his hands reaching towards you.

“Bab-“ Matt begins to say, but you cut him off. “No Matt, just take me home.” you say, slightly brushing his shoulder as you went out his bedroom door, and stomped your way to the car.

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

You turn your body and stare at the window, your mind clouded with thoughts. You loved Matt with your whole life, but he would just get so stressful sometimes, to the point where you thought this wouldn’t work out any longer.

Your eyes begin to water, thinking about all the times you and Matt were happy, laughing, and talking about total nonsense. Tears are now falling against your cheeks, small sobs being heard throughout the car.

Matt glances over at you, regretting his past decisions. He looks back towards the road, the windshield wipers hastily moving as the rain poured harder. His mind was racing with thoughts, not wanting to lose you due to his poor choices.

You put your arm against the car door, resting your head against. The car pulls into your neighborhood, the water covered ground reflecting the lights planted on the sides.

Matt slowly cruises the car down the streets, your house approaching soon. You feel the car come to a complete halt, now looking out the window, and seeing your house. You take your seatbelt off, not saying anything to Matt as you open the passenger door.

The rain comes pouring down against your body as you exit, slamming the car door behind you. You hear Matt’s door open and shut, now picking up your pace, just wanting to get inside.

Matt runs up to you, wanting to get some pressure off of his chest. You feel his cold hand grip onto your upper arm, securing you so you don’t get free.

“Matt let me go!” You yell to him, more tears wanting to break free from your eyes. Matt ignores your plea, pulling you flush upon his chest. You fully break down, not caring about how wet you’re getting from the heavy downpour. He engulfs you in a deep hug, kissing the top of your head while you sob into him.

“I fucking hate you.” You mumble, ragged and shaky breaths leaving your lips.

“I, I know,” he begins, “I’m so sorry.” an exhale of breath following after. You sniffle, gazing up at Matt’s dripping face.

“I got stuff to work on, you got stuff to work on.” Matt says, staring deeply into your eyes, his eyes filled with regret and sadness.

“But, we’re gonna, we’re gonna make it work.” He continues, lifting your chin slightly with his index finger.

“I love you , okay.” He reassures, placing his cold, soft lips against yours. Your lips dance with his as the rain overtakes your bodies, hoping things will work out for the both of you.

tags: @mattslolita @muwapsturniolo @luverboychris @sturnsslut @bigbeefybitch @rileysturniolo @itsnotmariahh @summerssover @l0ver-i @thenickgirl @mattssluttygf @hoesformatt

[kpopscruggles]

Hi Scruggles! It's 🍞 anon again! I was hoping I could request something with chubby reader x Haechan?

Hey babes! I’m not taking full fic requests atm but I can easily write a lil timestamp for you! I hope you enjoy and thanks for requesting!

I'm also so happy you guys are enjoying my chubby reader content!

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His head on your shoulder, his hands rubbing the chin from your stomach to your thighs as he watched you kiss on the canvas and write a simple message for him at the bottom. His boss buried in your neck to smell your perfume mixed with your natural scent. Taking one last deep breath he kisses your neck to the space behind your ear as his eyes stayed on you. Watching his kisses cause your thick thighs to rub together to her any friction on that sweet pussy you had hidden from him behind those shorts.  

Haechan wasn’t an animal, he wasn’t just going to force your legs open. He could get them to open in other ways. although his hands soon stayed on your thighs, a small chuckle leaving him after you spoke "I know what you're doing”. He denied it “I just wanna touch my beautiful baby…”. That’s all it took, and you had slowly spread your legs for him to touch you more. 

A sigh left him again seeing your bare pussy hiding under the sweatshirt. The plushy hood of your cunt being visible to him as he slowly ran his fingers over it before making his way to your slit. Lightly pushing his two fingers in just to hear your sweet little whines. His sweet baby waiting for him to finger fuck your cunt. So precious. 

His cock twitched as he slipped the two fingers in watching your thighs swallow his arm as you shut them. smiling he used his free hand so slowly spread your legs again. “Does it feel good?” a smirk leaving his lips as he whispered the obvious question before making a pace as his fingers ran against your gummy walls. His free hand now spreading your cunt to get a good feel of your swollen clit.  

A simple “mhm” leaving your lips as you leaned back putting your body weight against his chest, this only made his cock twitch more. To be between your thighs, fucking your pretty cunt, watching your chub as he pounds into you relentlessly. He wanted to keep his composure for now though and make sure he pleased his pretty girl. 

Giveon playing in the background now the last of his cares as moans started to slip from your lips. You always sounded so pretty to him, knowing his fingers made you feel that way made his ego huge, and his heart practically burst out of his chest. “Are you gonna cum baby?” that all it took “go on~ I want you to cum, let it go for me, I've got you”. He watched your thighs shiver making him chuckle as he left kisses on your cheek down to your shoulder.  

Feeling your cunt tighten every time he pulled his fingers from you slightly. Your pussy giving the sweetest noises from how wet you were. His fingers were sticky and slick in the best way possible. All this happening as he watched you cum, giving him your release. Your chest heaving as his slick fingers ran back up your hood before he took his fingers in his mouth. Seeing you glance up at him he smiled before giving you a kiss giving you a small “thank you”. 

He was always grateful to you for letting him touch you.  

[sakashq]

the beach / kai havertz x reader.

🌀 summary: you’re having a bad night but your boyfriend just knows how to make everything better.

🌀 yap!: double post! reader isnt implied as anything so imagine her as you wish! based on the song by giveon my favee. dedicated to my lover @ar4ujos because she is the ceo of kaisenal<3. also to the girliess @szalovebot , @halfwayhearted , &&. @planetpedri. i love you 💙

“Come on… pick up,” you sighed as the phone rang. You were calling your boyfriend, needing a support system after an altercation with your annoying coworker. Kai was always the person you went to no matter what. In your defense, he made it clear that he would always support you and listen whenever you needed to talk. He was a good guy, and your year long relationship proved so.

“Hello?” His voice sounded from the other line.

“Hey, do you have time?” You asked him, making sure he wasn’t busy first.

“Of course I have time for you, baby. What’s up?” His response got a smile out of you, already making what just happened seem like a distant memory.

You explained to him about how your coworker wasn’t doing the right job, inevitably ruining what you had already done. He had the nerve to argue with you about it, even though he was wrong. “I’m just kind if stressed out right now because I only have thirty minutes to fix it.”

“Hm,” Kai replied. He said that whenever he was thinking, so you knew he was coming up with a response. “Okay, hear me out. Make him do it and complain to your boss about him. This isn’t the first time he’s fucked things up. Just don’t let it ruin your day.”

You replied with a hint of playfulness in your tone, “I fear it already has.”

“Okay, I’ll make it better. What are you doing after work?”

“Going home. Why?”

Kai responded, “Just curious. I’ve gotta go, I have training. But I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay, bye, I love you.”

“I love you.”

You got home at around 5:30, showering immediately and getting ready to relax. As 6 p.m. hit, you got a text from your boyfriend.

As promised, Kai arrived at 7:28 on the dot. You didn’t know how he did it, but it was funny nonetheless. He came to your doorstep to greet you, you opening the door to a bouquet of roses.

“You look beautiful, baby,” Kai smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist and locking you in a warm embrace, still being careful not to crush the flowers. You melted into his touch, throwing your arms around him.

“Thank you, handsome,” you smiled back, holding him out with your arms and taking his outfit in. “This gave me absolutely no hint as to where we’re going, but I love it.”

“You might wanna change your shoes,” he completely disregarded what you said, grabbing your hand and bringing you inside. You thought your heels complimented your pink ruffled ‘jellyfish’ dress, but maybe not then.

“Still no hint?” You asked one more time, hoping that he’d give up a tiny detail.

“Unfortunately no. You should wear your sandals, though. That’s your hint,” he shrugged, finding a vase to put the bouquet in.

After a thirty minute drive, you finally arrived to your destination—the beach. Of course it was night time, but you had always told him that no matter the time of day, the beach would always make you happy. He clearly remembered this conversation, bringing it up as he pulled into a parking spot.

“Flowers, the beach, what’s next?” You inquired with a smile, being unable to hide your excitement for the night.

“Just wait and see.”

He walked you to a specific spot hand in hand, leading you to a picnic blanket set with food, wine, and a candle on it. It was surrounded by rose petals and accompanied with a small speaker softly playing romantic music. “I had this guy bring the food out here like ten minutes ago so I’m hoping it’s not cold.”

“Kai…” you trailed off, feeling overwhelmed with adoration. “This is so sweet, I love you.” You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

He smiled and hugged you back, his arms making a way to your waist. “I love you. Okay, let’s sit.” He sat on the blanket, bringing you down with him.

The candle continued to burn and the music still sounded in the background under your voices and satisfied comments on the meal.

“Did I tell you you look beautiful?” Kai looked over at you with a bright smile. He was clearly proud of what he had done and even prouder that it hadn’t failed to brighten your day.

“Yes, you did,” you chuckled. “How did you plan all of this in two hours? I thought you had training.”

“A little white lie never hurt anybody,” Kai replied with a sly smirk. You smiled in response, not at all surprised by his sneaky antics.

You looked over at the water, sighing with endearment. You stared off into the ocean, the smell and feeling of it all trapping you. Kai pulled you out, scooting closer to you and wrapping his arm around you.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” He said softly, his words barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” you responded, your voice reaching his volume.

He looked at you, not catching your eye until he said, “It’s got nothing on you, though.”

“Is that so?”

“If I had to choose between you or the ocean, I’d pick you,” he gave you a kiss on the too of your head. He added, “Never really liked sand anyway.”

You giggled, then lay your head on his shoulder. “Thank you for tonight, Kai. Really, I don’t even know how you did it.”

“I told you earlier I was going to make your day better.”

“That you did.”

[sigg-vbj]

The Aux

Vanessa leaned back in the plush backseat of Bakugo’s car, trying not to let the overstuffed cushion swallow her whole. She shifted once, then twice, before finally giving up with an annoyed sigh. Up front, Kirishima was grinning like he’d just won the lottery, having secured shotgun like it was some kind of great victory. She made a mental note to call dibs next time, though arguing over it today wasn’t worth the energy.

“Yo, Bakubro, throw on some music or something,” Kirishima said, breaking the comfortable silence with his usual exuberance.

“No.”

“Aw, c’mon, man. It’s too quiet in here!”

“I said no. What part of that didn’t you get, dumbass?”

Bakugo’s tone was sharp, but not outright explosive. Not yet. Kirishima, ever the optimist, decided to test the waters just a little further.

“Man, a little music never killed anyone—”

Bakugo shot him a glare so pointed it could have cut steel. “Keep talkin’, and I’ll show you what does.”

Bakugo didn’t do music in the car. That was just how it was. But when Vanessa sat up front? Whole different story. He’d silently hand her the aux cord like it wasn’t a big deal. No explanations, no comments. Just… here. Take it. And if anyone ever asked why, well, they’d be eating gravel before he’d admit he actually liked her music.

The clues were all there, though, for anyone paying attention. The way his fingers tapped on the wheel when her songs came on. Or how his playlists had started to include her R&B picks, blending with his usual high-octane rock and EDM tracks. Not that Kirishima would know; he never got the aux.

For now, the only soundtrack was the low hum of the car’s engine, with Kirishima fidgeting up front.

“…You good back there?” Bakugo asked, his voice gruff but softer than usual, his eyes fixed on the road.

Vanessa looked up, mildly surprised. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Her calm tone didn’t sit right with him. He flicked a glance at her in the rearview mirror—once, twice—before letting out an irritated grunt.

“…What’s that one song?” he muttered, his grip on the wheel tightening slightly.

“What song?”

“You know, the one you won’t shut up about.” He grabbed his phone off the center console without looking, shoving it toward the back seat like it was burning his hand. “Just pick somethin’, alright?”

Vanessa raised an eyebrow but took the phone, scrolling through his playlist. Kirishima, however, wasn’t about to let the moment go unacknowledged.

“Hold up—he let you touch his phone?!” Kirishima exclaimed, twisting around in his seat. “He’s never let me anywhere near it!”

Bakugo clicked his tongue, the sound sharp as a knife. “Yeah, no shit. Last time you touched it, you thought it’d be funny to queue up Baby Shark. Wanna see how funny it is getting dumped on the side of the road?”

Kirishima chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright, alright. Fair point.”

Vanessa’s lips twitched as she scrolled through the chaotic playlist. It was a mess—a mix of aggressive rock anthems, adrenaline-pumping EDM, and her smoother, moodier tracks. Spotting The Beach by Giveon at the top of the “Recently Played” list, she smirked. One of her favorites. Without hesitation, she hit play.

The soft melody filled the car, instantly changing the atmosphere.

“This isn’t really—” Kirishima started, but Bakugo cut him off with a glare so intense it could’ve scorched the pavement.

“Say another word, and you’ll find out what flying out the window feels like.”

Kirishima held up his hands in surrender, his grin sheepish. “Okay, okay. I’ll shut up.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue again, his scowl deepening. “Damn right, you will.”

From the backseat, Vanessa watched the exchange with quiet amusement, her gaze flicking between the two. Kirishima couldn’t help himself, though, leaning back with a smug grin.

“What the hell are you smirkin’ at?” Bakugo snapped, his voice low and venomous.

“Nothing, man. Just didn’t realize you had a soft spot for chill tunes and—”

“You wanna walk home? Keep runnin’ your mouth, and I’ll make it happen.”

Vanessa stifled a laugh, glancing out the window to hide her grin. From where she sat, she could see the faintest hint of pink creeping up Bakugo’s ears. He didn’t acknowledge it, keeping his eyes glued to the road like his life depended on it.

Still, as the song played on, Vanessa noticed his fingers tapping on the wheel again, just barely keeping time with the beat.

“Whipped,” Kirishima muttered under his breath, too quiet for anyone else but Bakugo to hear.

Bakugo’s jaw clenched, his knuckles whitening on the wheel. “Say that again, and you’re ridin’ in the trunk.”

Kirishima let out a nervous laugh, finally backing off. The car fell into a more comfortable silence, with the soft R&B tune setting the mood.

Vanessa leaned back in her seat, her grin now fully formed. Bakugo didn’t say anything, his scowl softening ever so slightly as the music carried on.

And maybe, just maybe, his fingers tapped a little louder.

End

[soongyeopsal]

Like I Want You

Summary: Jihoon has one job on your wedding day, but he’s in denial and at the end of it all, he is simply a man.

▸ Pairing: Woozi x AFAB!reader ▸ Rating / Genre / AU: 18+ (MINORS DNI) / angst, smut, pwp / ex2l If you are a minor AND/OR if your account has no age, you will be blocked upon interacting with this post. ▸ Warnings: infidelity, unprotected sex, creampie

▸ Word Count: 2.2k

▸ A/N: I’ve had this little idea from the moment I heard Giveon’s song by the same name ages ago, so it feels great to finally get it out. Big FAT thank yous and kisses to @wooahaeproductions for beta-ing and @shuadotcom for banner-ing!!! Part 2(ish) with Seungcheol can be found here!: Imported

The gentle clack of Jihoon’s dress shoes echoes down the hallway of the grand hotel as he makes his way to your suite. Even though the sound is all around him, it feels tinny and distant compared to the whirlwind of thoughts occupying his mind. All he has to do is deliver your phone, be the courier to prolong his friend’s - your groom’s - viewing of you in your dress a while longer while he prepares separately with his groomsmen. This is supposed to be different. The roles should be reversed. He should be waiting to see you walk down the aisle to him. It’s been years now, but Jihoon would wait a million more if it meant that you’d be back in his arms where you’re meant to be. Maybe if he waits another few minutes the impossible will happen and you’ll call the whole thing off, citing that you need to follow your heart. Maybe your heart would lead you to Jihoon so his could stop trailing behind each of your steps, always just out of reach. 

Jihoon shakes his head, attempting to banish the thoughts as he stops in front of your door. Your time as a couple has long gone and all he has to do is deliver your stupid phone. 

His entire body leadens as he knocks on your door lightly, knuckles rapping knock-kno-knock in the tune that the two of you have shared forever, even after the two of you agreed to be better as friends. 

You answer the door, smiling warmly seeing Jihoon on the other side. He stops breathing. No amount of daydreaming could have prepared him for this. Seeing you with your hair down, perfectly framing your face with a gorgeous veil flipped up is almost enough for him to die happy. Almost. Your dress suits you in every way, a perfect representation of your taste and elegance that Jihoon has always admired. 

You look every bit like the one who got away and Jihoon swallows loudly. He thinks his eyes are going to mist before your voice pulls him back to the present. “Earth to Hoonie?” you laugh gently, leaning further out of the doorway and into his personal space. “Is that my phone?”

“O-oh. Yeah, you left this in the other suite last night. Delivery.” He ignores the way your screen lights up to show you and your beau as he hands the device to you. You hum appreciatively as you take it, stepping back to show off the rest of your conspicuously empty room. “Thank you. Why don’t come sit for a bit? I’m sure you could use a break from groomsman duty, right?” Jihoon’s rooted to the spot as he inspects the view behind you. With the way the sun is coming in through the windows, it looks like you’re literally glowing. He tries not to linger too long on how you’re growing more ethereal by the second. “Where’s your party?”

You grab his arm and pull him in; it’s almost like he’s on skates the way he glides into the room under your touch. “I told the girls I’d be down in a bit. Just need some alone time before I go play hostess for the next 5 hours. Champagne? It was complimentary.” You’ve already crossed the room to start pouring yourself a glass when Jihoon finally regains motor control in the foyer. He should be pouring a glass for you in your shared honeymoon suite tonight after your wedding. 

“Jihoon.” This time your tone is much more serious.

He swears he wants to be with you here, now - not in his head. “Sorry, Y/N. I was somewhere else.” 

You scoff and take a long sip from your flute. “Yeah, I can tell. What’s up?” Even as you sit at the table for two in the center of the room and pat the other chair for him to join you, Jihoon can’t shake the nagging thought that this should be your room with him. Jihoon takes a seat beside you and sighs. “Hmm, just nerves, I guess.”

“You’re nervous? About what? Want to trade?”

Considerate as always, you’d poured a glass of champagne for Jihoon even when he hadn’t answered. He’s grateful for it now, taking a long swig himself. “Just don’t want to mess up your big day. It’s all about you, y’know?” 

“Aw,” you coo, ribbing your friend in the side. Your smile at him is so beautiful that it hurts to look at. “You’re sweet, Hoonie. It’s about me and him, though. Besides, how could you possibly mess anything up? You just gotta stand up there and look nice.” There’s a pause as you gaze at Jihoon…approvingly. Maybe he imagined that? “You always look nice anyways.”

Determined in his quest to keep his feelings to himself, Jihoon opts to just repeat himself. “It’s all about you.” 

Even though he can’t bring himself to keep looking at you, he’s resolute in his words. As far as his brain and heart were concerned, everything has always been about you. No amount of redirection, one-night-stands, or blind dates seemed to change that. For Jihoon, there’s only you.

There is only your long-gone warmth in the morning, your voice reverberating in his skull throughout the day, and the ghost of your touch at night.

Or the ghost of your touch right now. Jihoon thinks he’s imagining it at first, the gentle press of your foot on his thigh. But when you graze a little too close to a bulge you used to be so familiar with, he knows it’s real. You’re studying him silently as you move, face neutral but eyes dark.

You don’t say anything else until your eyes lock with his. “Can it really be all about me for just a few minutes? I just need– Just a little before I–” 

It shows just how desperate Jihoon is that a half second of want from you is all it takes for him to chug the rest of his champagne and bolt to close the distance between your lips. He doesn’t taste the alcohol, only the flavor of you that he wishes he could bottle forever. 

Your hands are absolutely everywhere: carding through his locks, raking over his biceps through his suit jacket, jamming themselves between his ass cheeks and the chair in an attempt to squeeze handfuls of him into your palms. When you nearly choke him out trying to yank his tie loose, Jihoon finally grabs your wrists. 

His heart is pounding miles a minute and he’s never been so sure of what he wanted, but– “Are you sure about this?” Your voice is as sincere as the day you told Jihoon you loved him years ago. “I’m sure.”

It’s that (or maybe the suspiciously strong champagne) phrase that dissolves the last ounce of self control that Jihoon has. He lets go of your wrists in favor of standing you up and bending you over your chair. His pants and boxers are pooled at his thighs in record time, but it feels like it takes ages to finally bunch the train of your dress up above your ass, leaving your legs and thonged core exposed. 

Jihoon wants to make this last an eternity. He could last an eternity to make you happy. But he knows that, sadly, your time is limited. There won’t be another chance after this and if the two of you are caught you’ll have problems much worse than a little timing. 

Pressing his cock against your ass teasingly, Jihoon leans over your back to press his two fingers into your mouth. Even years after your last encounter, you’re rehearsed enough to know to soak them well, tongue gliding feverishly along the digits. 

He’ll admit that he lets you salivate on him a little longer than is necessary, but he’s already sacrificing your relationship - shouldn’t he be allowed a tiny concession?  When he does pull away and look down at your folds, he’s ready to pass away again. Your pussy is as puffy as he remembers, your lips nearly devouring your thong as your essence glistens even through the fabric. What he would give to bend down and taste from the source, but you both know that Jihoon is incapable of pulling away from your cunt once he starts, so instead he purses his lips to add his own spit to the mix instead. As his fingers move your drenched thong to the side and slide into you, you’re even tighter than he remembers. Your pussy is a vice both figuratively and literally, threatening to trap his fingers there forever. Just the thought of that pressure on his dick is dizzying, but your impatient whine reminds him that he doesn’t have to keep thinking about it - he can just take. 

Jihoon presses in and up, curling experimentally until your whine reverses into a gasp and you push back against him eagerly. “T-there,” you breathe and he commits that sound, the feeling of you tightening around him to memory. Who is he to deny you on your wedding day? He sets a steady, deep pace, working his fingers into your favorite spot again and again as you wraith beneath him. Your wetness is starting to drip past his fingers and down to his wrist, seemingly endless. 

Your voice pitches higher, shaky as you try to warn him of your impending orgasm. Not that he needs it - your pussy greedily clamps down, almost pushing his fingers out with the pressure. A once distant memory of you falling apart is rewriting itself in the present and Jihoon quickly pulls out, just barely dragging you back from the edge of orgasm. Before you can complain at the loss, however, Jihoon uses your own juices to lube himself up and slowly ease his cock into your waiting slit. Fireworks burst in his peripheral as he feels your grip again for the first time in an eternity and he has to stop moving completely when you envelope him fully to push back his own end. Jihoon sears the image of you, wedding dress hiked up and fat cunt swallowing him whole into every crease in his brain. Even if you’re not marrying him, this view, miraculously, isn’t a dream. Any semblance of guilt is completely masked by the sight, melody, and scent of you you you.

Then he thrusts in earnest. It’s incredible how you welcome his cock in hungrily just like in days past, yet it almost feels like he doesn’t fit. The drawn out moan you let out beneath him assures otherwise, of course. So Jihoon bullies his way in again. And again. And again. He’s been addicted to you for years and this relapse is even better than the first time. 

Something in the back of Jihoon’s mind says that you both need to be careful of sweating too much to avoid questions, but before he knows it, he’s pinballing you hard and fast between his dick and the back of the chair. He can feel the perspiration rolling down his temple, but it’s too late now. You’re so close, which means he’s so close. Honestly, the total time Jihoon has spent battering your pussy today is embarrassing, but in this context it’s perfect. He’s spilling into you before he can even signal that he’s on the edge and apologizes by fucking you through it, oversensitivity be damned. His reward is an absolutely pornographic screech as you climax around him. The delicious, almost painful pressure of your gummy walls constrict around him, milking every ounce of love and cum from his balls. If you saw heaven when you came, then he saw the very beginnings of the universe. 

Jihoon returns to his body when your manicured nails reach back to push him away from you gingerly so you can stand up straight. He stumbles back apologetically, immediately turning to look for tissues to clean you up. Your hand encircles his wrist before there’s any success there. “Jihoon.” You’re almost too quiet to hear at all, but maybe that’s because Jihoon’s many many thoughts about this situation are roaring in full force again. “Thank you. I won’t forget this. I hope you don’t either.”

There’s no scenario where Jihoon could ever forget what it’s like to be with you – he’s tried. “Of course not, Y/N.” Given the way your orbs search his own with a glint of hopefulness, he doesn’t know what else to say that isn’t a confession of undying love, so he settles for a phrase that he’d surely kick himself for later. “Thank you for everything.” 

As he pulls from your grasp to tuck himself back into his pants, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Your groom - his friend - is wondering where he is, no doubt. Your bridesmaids can’t be far behind. Jihoon turns his attention back to you as you wad up a now-used napkin, grimacing as you pull your thong back up. If your mind is swirling the same way his is, you don’t show it. Your signature soft smile is back upon your lips as if the two of you haven’t committed something beautiful heinous. “Guess you should go, huh?” 

No, Jihoon will never regret being with you. Not in the past and not today. If anything, he just needs to do something about the remorse that nags at him for spilling his seed into you, but not his heart. 

[yamamasjumpercables]

For Tonight

Part 2

Warnings: kissing and cussing nothing big💃🏾

a/n: finally found inspiration so I could finish writing this

For tonight, I'm yours

So deny the truth

We'll stay behind closed doors

It’s been 2 months since you and Matt had your biggest argument ever. You were still hurt by the words that slipped out of Matt’s mouth. You wanted a break from him, his voice, his touch, everything that reminded you of him. Every call, text, insta or snap dm. You ignored all of it. You haven’t eaten as much or slept as much, even though you didn’t want anything to do with him at the moment. You just hoped he was thinking about you. Matt on the other hand was stressing out. You not answering any of his attempts to get you back in is arms gave him panic attacks left and right, in which his brothers tried to help him calm down. He was stumped he didn’t know what to do to fix what he fucked up. Nick and Chris still refused to tell him what to do to win you back. Matt blew up your phone every chance he got, and when he was in any videos the triplets had filmed he never spoke as much only thinking about you. At this point you were all he could think about. Your laugh, face, smile, voice, touch. He needed a plan, and a good one at that.

Cause all I wanna do is lie with you

Even though it's wrong to lie with you

We've become numb to what we know is wrong

Matt decided if he was gonna get your attention he needed to see you. He drove to your place and knocked on your door waiting for you to answer it. You walked to your front door looking through the peephole to see, Matt with a little smile hoping you’d answer the door. You opened your door slightly just enough for him to see your face. “What do you want”. You say annoyed. “Y/n I’m so sorry for what I said to you, I didn’t mean it I was just so upset” Matt said apologetically. “First you could’ve told me this over text, and it’s not only what you said it’s just the way you have been acting lately, and those had to be your true words that came out from all your anger” You said sternly. “I tried calling and texting you but you never answer me-“ Matt was cut off by you. “Why are you here Matthew” You ask annoyed. “I was here because I wanted to see your face, I miss you so much Y/n I can’t live without you and I can’t sleep without knowing how hurt I made you feel” Matt said trying to grab your hand that was on the door, in which you took your hand back. “Please Y/n forgive me for what I have done to us, you and this relationship”Matt said tears rolling down his face. “Matt I can’t fully forgive you knowing, that we would end up back in the same situation once again and it leads to a full on fucked up break up” You say with watery eyes. “Let’s just take it slow then Y/n, just like when we first met” Matt says wiping the tears that feel down your face. “Ok, ok what do you have in mind” You ask looking at the blue eyed boy. “Meet me at the dance studio, and wear something nice” Matt said excitedly. “Umm ok what time” You asked him confused. “Nine on the dot” Matt says messing with his silver ring that was on his ring finger. “Ok see you then” you say softly closing the door.

But no one knows but us

The feelings rush every single time we touch

Even though it's what we want

Nine o���clock couldn’t come sooner for Matt. He had a everything set up, all he had to do was get dressed and not fuck his only chance to get you back. You were currently getting ready for what Matt had planned out for you. You had a nice dress on that hugged you perfectly, gold accessories bringing out your complexion. Your face was beat. You had did a nice style with your hair that framed your perfectly. You put on some perfume and started heading out. The studio was a good 10 minutes from your place and it was already 8:30. Matt was in the studio setting up the music and fixing the lighting in the room. He had bout your favorite flowers and wore the cologne that you loved on him.

Can't keep this up for long

But I just, I just don't wanna leave you

Might just, might just throw away the reasons why

It was finally nine o’clock. You walked into the dimly lit studio, seeing Matt in his best outfit, holding your favorite Flowers, and rose petals on the floor. He had on the biggest smile from seeing you. Every time Matt saw you his heart would beat out of his chest, palms would start getting a little sweaty, he’d practically lose his voice, and stop breathing. It’s like he’s seeing you for the first time. Matt was always a nervous wreck for you. “You did all this for me” you asked him with watery eyes, you tried not to cry after seeing what he did. “I know it isn’t much, but I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me dispite the shit we go through I love you so much I don’t see myself with anybody else but you” Matt says with tears rolling down his face. You start walking towards him tears on your face. “Matt I love you so much, I miss you everyday I wake up to my empty bed it hurts me so bad” You say wiping Matt’s tears. “I just miss you, all of you Y/n” Matt says putting the flowers down, grabbing you hand placing them on his shoulder. Matt places his hands on your waist not before taking his phone and playing the music.

We both can't lay here

And secret, secret, both gotta keep it

Honest, honest, that's just a game we know (know)

We both can't play

The song that was playing was the same song that was playing when you and Matt first said “I love you”. This song meant a lot to the both of you. You and Matt were dancing together just a simple two step, looking into each other’s eyes. Admiring the person in front of them and how crazy they are over each other. “You look beautiful Love” Matt says taking your hand spinning you around. “Thank you, you look handsome Matt” You say putting you arms back in it’s position around Matt’s neck. You both couldn’t take the tension anymore. Matt pulled you into a passionate kiss. All your feelings was sealed in that kiss. You and Matt will never fade apart, you guys will forever be together forever. Too obsessed with each other to let each other go and risk them finding someone who could never love them like the other did. For tonight and always you guys were each other’s.

For tonight, I'm yours

So deny the truth

We'll stay behind closed doors

'Cause all I wanna do is lie with you

Even though it's wrong, I'll lie with you

This took a little minute(a while) but I finally finished this little series 💃🏾💃🏾🤝🏾

[kentosbabes]

What songs they have sex to (With links)

with Eren, Jean, Reiner, Armin, Mikasa

Eren

Sex with Eren is passionate and rough. when he's fucking you he's pounding int you, matching the beat of the songs, whilst talking you through it. 'right here? like this?'', 'oh you like that huh', 'come on mama cum for me', 'god your so sexy'

Or Nah - The Weeknd, Wiz Khalifa,  Ty Dolla $ign

Hotel - Montell Fish

Swim - Chase Atlantic

Change - Deftones

Often - The Weeknd

Jean

Sex with Jean is more intimate and sensual. He loves to eat you out, his head in between your thighs as you whimper and squirm underneath his tongue. He loves keeping eye contact with you as he talks you through your orgasm. 'Fuckk baby you taste so good.' He's a big The Weeknd lover.

What you need - The Weeknd

Persian rugs - PARTYNEXTDOOR

Power trip - J. Cole, Miguel

All mine - PLAZA

Acquainted - The Weeknd

Reiner

GOD I LOVE THIS MAN. He has such good dick but doesn't know it :(. He just thrusts slowly into you from behind holding your frame up with his large hands. One is sprawled out across your stomach with your hand underneath so he can feel how deep he is in you, the other plays with your clit. All he can do is moan, as your walls squeeze and suck him in. As for what he fucks you too, he's passionate and deep so slow R&B

Streets - Doja Cat

Millions - Always never

Love is a bitch - Two Feet

Exchange - Bryson Tiller

Redbone - Childish Gambino

Armin

I'm a fool for toxic dick not so innocent Armin. He straight up pounding into you as your bent forward on the kitchen counter. He's just praising you as he circles your clit pushing you over the edge. Music wise its all about the lyrics and how much he is infactuated with you.

Sativa - Jhené Aiko - Swae Lee

Garden Kisses - Giveon

All Mine - Brent Faiyaz

Poison - Brent Faiyaz

Renegade - Aaryan Shah

Mikasa

She's slow and sensual but so so good when it comes to this. Her slender fingers hitting all the right spots as her lips attack your neck. She cant get enough of you.

Candy - Doja Cat

Deep - Summer Walker

Into it - Chase Atlantic

I'm Yours - Isabel LaRosa

Stargirl Interlude - The Weeknd, Lana Del Rey

JJK version here

here’s the playlist with all the songs on spotify enjoy!!!

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | 11.5 [cloudy days] - minho

♡ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—11.5 [CLOUDY DAYS] minho's thoughts

—WORD COUNT: 0.7k

—ON ROTATION: for tonight - giveon

Minho isn't really sure how much time has passed anymore. What he does know is that his head is still a little cloudy, room still spinning a little too much for his liking. After seeing you with San, Minho tried his best to enjoy the rest of his night but his mind was battling between so many thoughts— he's not even sure he could remember what the night was like. He pulls the polaroid of you from his nightstand, smiling a little to himself when he sees your smile.

You looked so happy.

That's exactly how you looked tonight.

And Minho can't really blame anybody but himself. He put himself into this situation, he made all the wrong decisions and didn't do a damn thing to change himself for the better until recently.

Why did it have to take him so long? 

He wasn't sure, but hates it. He hates how it's taken him so long, he hates the decisions he's made, he hates how everyone looks at him like he doesn't know how to do better from here. But, he knows he deserves it. He'll take it, he knows he deserves it. He couldn't even tell you what exactly his thoughts were all these years, couldn't even really tell you why he did the things he did besides being a stupid boy who felt curious and didn't wanna lose out on the opportunity. He knew better, but he didn't do better. You gave him everything and he gave it up so stupidly, so selfishly, for someone he knew he could never love the same way he loved you. Yet, he continued; on and on, wrapping Kat around his finger even though there wasn't anything more than just.. that. Something, someone, to fill this weird void. The attention, the thrill, validation— there wasn't anything more than just.. that.

It was all so stupid.

He was so stupid.

He admits he was always wrong.

He should've done so many things differently.

He knows changes won't happen overnight, but at least he feels like he is taking steps forward, not backwards. He knows he has to continue proving himself, he knows he needs to do this for you, whatever this is, whatever this looks like.

He has to do this for you.

Minho was determined to show you better, to do better and love you better— even if that meant letting you be happy with San.

He wants nothing but for you to be happy, and it's obvious San makes you happy. He feels it in his gut, and he almost feels sick replaying the image in his head— but this is about you, it's always been about you.

Minho loves seeing you happy, Minho loves seeing you adjusting to the world and getting back into the things you love. Minho loves spending time with you. He can't wait to spend more time with you. 

He loves you. 

You are love to Minho. 

And he will let you go to be happy; as long as you truly feel the happiness in its purest form.

People might think he's selfish right now, or that he doesn't understand— he does. He keeps to himself most of the time, and he knows Jisung needs to be there for you first and foremost. He does understand even if he doesn't say it. If you want to be with San, Minho only hopes he genuinely makes you happy and treats you right. He hopes San can be the man he couldn't be for you— even though it hurts to say outloud. Because he can't help but feel the way he feels. He loves you.

This is about you, it's always been about you.

There is nobody else to blame but himself.

Minho tucks the polaroid back into the nightstand and throws his arm over his eyes, letting his tears fall freely. He lets everything out because he's been needing to, and it hits him how utterly stupid he has been.

He is sorry.

Because even if you look at him like you adore him and cherish him, you won't at some point. You shouldn't, and he knows he deserves that. You won't look at him the same way, and he knows he deserves that. He is sorry for messing this all up, and he is sorry for causing all of this for you, for your friends. He takes responsibility for it all.

He is so, so sorry.

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[k4g3hika]

FAVOURITE MISTAKE ━ imagine!

steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve harrington was aloof. one moment he was loving and another he treated you like you were garbage. but at the end of the day, you knew he loved you. even if he was dating ms. perfect, nancy wheeler.

genre: angst

wc: 2.8k

note/warnings: this was based off season one steve! season two, three, or four steve would NEVER. so i warn you now that steve is a major asshole in this, and there is no remorse. there are mentions of sex and cheating. reader is the other woman no matter how much she wants to deny it. also shoutout to giveon for inspiring me to write this ToT. and!! thank you so much to @andvys for rekindling my love for steve harrington!! haha you inspired me to write again <3

tags: fwb, angst with really no comfort, reader and steve are 18+, DNI if you are under 18 please.

Steve Harrington was…aloof. One moment he was ignoring you, treating you like you were scum and the last thing that mattered to him in the world. Then, there were the times when he adored you. He treated you as if you were the love of his life and worshipped every part of you.

You wished that he acted like the latter every time. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much whenever you saw him prancing around with his picture perfect girlfriend, Nancy Wheeler. Who, he claimed to love to the core, but behind the door you knew that wasn’t true. You heard it from Steve himself.

“Steve…wait,” lightly pushing Steve off of your neck, you stare into his eyes as he bore into yours, “I have a question.”

“Okay, is everything alright honey?” He got up a little, pushing himself to your side instead of right on top of you. What you were about to say took a lot of bravery. It’s been on your mind for the last couple of weeks, but you just couldn’t manage to spit out the words.

“Y-Yeah, everything is great. I just…” you sigh and look at Steve, who was leaning on his elbow as he looked down at you. His touch gave you goosebumps as he brushed it on the little exposed part of your stomach that your shirt couldn’t cover. With moments like these, the intimacy was just too much. You couldn’t handle seeing him ignore you at school and adore you in the privacy of his or your house. The frustration was finally getting to you so you muttered, “Do you like me Steve?”

He scoffs, “well, of course I like you Y/N. I like every part of you-”

“No. I mean, like, do you like-like me?” Your face begins to feel hot. Steve’s eyebrow perked up and his touch along your stomach stopped.

“Yes, Y/N, honey. I like-like you. Why are you asking? We sound like middle-schoolers.”

Relief fills your heart. You couldn’t believe that he actually liked you. But before a smile could grow on your face, you ask him one more question.

“Then…why don’t we date? Like, with a label. If you like me so much,” your eyes drop down, “why are you still with Nancy…” the room got quiet. You could hear Steve’s pause in his breathing, before he exhaled loudly. His silence got you nervous, and you suddenly wanted to leave. You knew you shouldn’t have asked him. Now you’ve gone ahead and ruined everything.

But before you could leave, Steve gets back on top of you and puts his hands behind your neck. His thumbs begin to caress your cheeks. You could feel your heartbeat quicken, as his silence along with his eye-contact was making you nervous.

“Nancy is just…an image. She’s cute y’know. But you?” His lips land on yours for a quick peck. “You’re different. You’re my favourite.” At first, Steve’s kisses all over your face made you giggle and his reply to your question eased your heart.

But now, when you look back, you should’ve left Steve right there and then.

Noise from your phone interrupts your chain of thought. You finally look around your room, realising that you were not in fact at the Harrington residence. And in place of Steve, was your body pillow clutched tight to your chest. Recollecting yourself, you notice that the phone is still ringing, urging you to immediately get up and answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Honey.” Your heart stops. Speak of the devil. “Can I pick you up? I miss you.” Looking up at the clock on your bedside table, the time reads out ten o’clock.

“But Stevie, it’s late-”

“I know honey, but I really want to see you,” you hear sighing on the other line, “please?”

You can never say no to Steve. Even if all your friends and family claimed this relationship to be toxic, denying Steve would be like giving up an addiction.

“Okay.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up.”

—

Steve’s BMW pulled up to your house and you wrapped your jacket tighter around your body. It was fall, prompting Hawkins to have this breeze brush through and freeze everyone in the process. He honks the horn, and you pull open your front door and rush to his car.

“Hey honey.”

“Hi Stevie.” You shyly mutter, jumping into the passenger seat and shutting the door behind you. “What’s wrong-”

Almost instinctively, Steve kisses you straight away with a need you’ve never felt from him before. You try to protest, but he just pushes deeper, holding your face and attempting to pry your mouth open with his tongue. Beginning to get uncomfortable, you praise God that Steve finally leans back, looking at your equally swollen lips.

“Steve! What-what are you doing!” He leans back into the driver’s side, pushing his hair back with…was it frustration? “Steve, what’s wrong?”

“C’mon honey, I just wanted to see you. Why don’t you let me kiss you, hm?” You furrow your eyebrows, trying to see any clues in his posture, face, anything really, to see why exactly he was acting like this. Sure, there were times where either of you couldn’t wait to get your hands on each other, but this time it felt different.

Almost like Steve was trying to kiss and forget, like he had a problem weighing on him that he wanted you to erase.

But you cared too much to just be a memory eraser. You wanted to know what was wrong with Steve, and you wanted him to vent to you about it.

Like a couple.

“Steve, tell me what happened-”

“Y/N.” His sternness pulled your words back. “Can you quit asking questions? Jesus, you’re acting like you’re my girlfriend.” Silence ensues the conversation. You were taken aback.

It’s true, you aren’t his girlfriend. But…didn’t he like you? You thought you and Steve were more than this. More than a hello, fuck and bye.

You were, right?

“Listen, come here, ‘kay? Help me feel better and I’ll tell you after. If that makes you happy.” Pausing, your hands clench out of unease. You console yourself, promising that Steve was probably just frustrated and tired. Hopping over to the otherside, you sit yourself onto his lap and look into his eyes.

They looked almost empty, apart from the obvious lust that he had for you. But was there anything else? He said you were his favourite, Steve didn’t like Nancy, he liked you.

Steve pushed his lips onto yours, hands rubbing all over your back and lifting your loungewear. Caressing every part of you, he continued to kiss all over your neck, finding his favourite spot to leave a mark. Your hands gave a slight pull to Steve’s brown curls, emitting a groan from him and him pulling you even closer.

“Love you honey…thank you.”

That’s right. Steve loves you. Not Nancy Wheeler, not any other girl in Hawkins. Steve Harrington loves you.

Now, looking back, you notice that Steve never told you why he was so upset.

—

You walk up to Hawkins High, holding your textbooks to yourself. Chrissy says something that you don’t really pay attention to, probably something about Jason or cheer practice later that afternoon. The parking lot was filled with students, and even more as the school bus came around and dropped off more kids.

As the both of you came closer to the school, you knew that this was where Steve normally parked his car. Getting giddy, you try to take a peek at the familiar BMW, but in contrast, you see quite an unfamiliar sight.

Steve and Nancy were passionately arguing. Not that they didn’t argue, it was normal for a couple. However, this one seemed more angry, mainly coming from Nancy which was unique. She was the quiet type and usually didn’t get mad. Being nosy and all, you continue to stare in hopes of catching what exactly they were talking about.

“Oh my, is that Steve and Nancy shouting? Is the dream couple finally gonna break?” You hear Chrissy giggle beside you. Your best friend didn’t exactly know what was happening between you and Steve. At the beginning, before his public relationship began, she was made aware of your situation. But as soon as Steve and Nancy were a thing, you kept you and him a secret.

It’s not that you were embarrassed, you just didn’t want to receive criticism for what you were doing.

“Wait, Y/N, is that not your claw clip?” Looking up, you see an object that Nancy was holding in her hand. It seems to be the subject of their argument as Nancy had it in front of her, accusingly pointing it at Steve. Trying to take a closer peek, you see the familiar white clip that had gold lines engraved all over it. It glittered in the Hawkins morning sun and your heart came to a stop.

It was your clip. It must’ve dropped last night when Steve took it out of your hair. You swore you grabbed it, but then when it was missing this morning, you just assumed it was in your closet somewhere! You began to panic, and grab Chrissy’s arm to walk faster towards the school.

Turning around, you make eye contact with Steve. His gaze was low and angry, making your heart jump out of fear. You knew Steve wouldn’t get mad at you, but maybe he was just annoyed that Nancy was screaming at him. In a public parking lot at that.

“Y/N?!? What are you doing?” You walk speedily to your locker, opening it up quickly and stuffing your books inside. “Y/N? What’s the matter with you? You’re scaring me.”

You don’t know why you were feeling so anxious either. But, seeing how Steve was looking at you, it made your knees feel weak and not in a good way. Your arms held onto the books that were on the verge of falling out, shaking. Your arms were shaking.

“Nothing Chrissy! Just…see you at Bio, okay?” Leaving Chrissy in the dust after slamming your locker shut, you made your way to the restroom. Trying to ease your pacing heart, you rub your chest and get in front of the mirror. You know Steve likes you, so shouldn’t you be happy that Nancy found out about the cheating?

Cheating…it wasn’t cheating. You were with Steve way before he began to date Nancy. If anything, she was the other woman.

Oh God, what if Nancy sends whispers around the school about you and Steve. You would be seen as the other woman, even though you most definitely were not. Nancy Wheeler is the other woman.

Wait.

Suddenly, a smile etches on your face at the realisation of something. Steve and Nancy will surely break up, maybe already have, right? She found another woman’s clip in her boyfriend’s car. That should be the last straw. That means, Steve will finally be yours. And you and Steve will finally go public. This must be a sign. It was meant for your clip to be left in his car, it was for Nancy to finally realise that he didn’t love her.

He loves you.

—

Later that night, you wait for Steve’s call by the phone. It will come. You know it will. He will call you, say that Nancy and him broke up, and the both of you will finally go public. No more kissing in his car or his room, maybe you can kiss in the hallway, or even at parties. Steve Harrington will finally be in your arms, and you can actually call him your boyfriend.

However, instead of the phone ringing, a knock comes from the front door. You lift your eyebrow, looking down at the phone expecting something else. Maybe Steve wanted to do a surprise visit? He never knocks though…

More knocking came, and you lifted yourself off of your bed, going to the door while pulling on one of Steve’s sweatshirts that he gave to you. When it will be made official, might as well wear something of his right? Since you were going to call him yours and he was going to call you his. The thought made you giggle, and you open the door with joy etched onto your face to meet just the person who you were looking for.

But instead of relief, Steve’s expression was filled with annoyance. His hands were on his hips as he looked at you like a stern parent.

“Steve! You’re here-“

“Are you crazy?” He spat. Your heart came to a stop. “You left your clip in my car last night Y/N. Do you have any sense?”

“What?” You pull open the door more, wanting to pull Steve inside but he stood his ground. “Steve-”

“You know that I have a girlfriend Y/N. How can you leave your shit when you know she’s in there every day! You’re so fucking careless.” Steve heaves, wiping his eyes with his fingers. He really left you speechless, because instead of saying what you wanted to say, you could only stutter. “What, you have nothing to say? Did you want me and Nancy to break up or something? For what, so that you and I can be together?”

You purse your lips and thin them out, fingers coming together to fidget with one another. It felt weird, having what you wanted to happen thrown at your face in a fit of rage.

“God, this was all a mistake. Messing around with you, was a huge mistake!”

“Why are you saying these things? I thought you liked me, Steve.” Muttering your words almost like a whisper, Steve chuckles demeaningly. Your heart continues to hurt, however, you stay and stand in your place, ignoring the ache.

He rolls his eyes, “Y/N, listen, I like you…but for an entirely different reason. Way, way, different from Nancy…

You’re a good fuck.”

You felt your heart shatter. “W-What? What do you mean Steve?” You walk forward, attempting to hold onto his shirt. Trying to find solace in him, Steve responds by stepping back looking almost disgusted with your touch.

Why, why is he doing this to you?

“Trust me, we have fun. But I can never be in a relationship with you. So get that dream out of your head, and don’t leave your crap in my car.” Steve begins to turn around to head towards his car, stepping on the last bits of your heart with every step he takes. But before he finally leaves, Steve spins with one final heart wrenching comment.

“And take that shit off, I better not see you wear that sweater out. If Nancy sees, she might actually break up with me.” He chuckles, “plus, it looks fucking weird on you.”

A sob leaves your lips. Without any guilt or remorse, Steve gets into his car, reversing out of your driveway. You realise that he didn’t even turn off the engine, making you see that he really didn’t give a shit about you enough to think he was going to be here long.

You fought the urge to slide down your doorway. The last thing you wanted was your neighbours to see you helplessly sobbing on your doorstep. Opting instead, to close the door and sit on the floor. Covering your mouth, you cry, wiping your tears off with your sleeve.

You feel your shoulders shake with every sob of anguish that was pulled out from your body. Your hands felt like leaves shaking in the wind like the ones outside in the cool autumn breeze. Everything felt so useless and inside, you felt so helpless.

You were an idiot for thinking that Steve ever liked you, or even ‘loved’ you. But it just seemed too good to be true. All he wanted you for was sex, and it made you feel empty, as if starved from something you thought you had.

But, you couldn’t hate Steve. At the end of the day, you see that it was your own idea of Steve that made you stay.

You saw Nancy’s Steve. The affectionate one that kisses you in front of people and shows you off at parties. The one that takes you out to breakfast and dinner, and cuddles you on the couch.

You failed to see your Steve, who called you past nine o’clock at night, ignored you at school, and made you feel loved, only when no one was looking.

Steve didn’t play Nancy, no, the only fool who was a pawn at his game was you.

[infernalodie]

𝐋𝐈𝐄 || 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐧

“𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯“

Inspo: Ruel - Lie Giveon - Lie Again

Pairing: Jules Vaughn x Black!Male!reader

Summary: A lie would be enough to ease the pain...

Warnings: Angst and more angst

Words: 3364

It was a breath held under the surface of the water. You could keep it for only so long before your chest heaved for oxygen. And eventually, you would have to come back up, gasping to feel the weight in your chest lessen. Judging by the look in her eyes, you could see she was fighting to stay underneath with you, wanting to savour the peace and warmth still able to be offered to her. Hoping to find the focus to hold on a little longer. She wasn’t dying, but its slow absorption of willpower was killing her. And you didn’t want to take any more days from her when she deserved so much more.

“I-I don’t want to keep you from being happy, Jules,” you whispered, fingers fiddling together. The itchiness on the inside of your nose made you aware of the tears blossoming along the brim of your eyes. “And I know I’m not who you want anymore.” Forcing a smile, you looked up at the girl. Tears slipped down your cheeks that were reddened. “But I-I understand. I won’t keep you away from living your life. I’m just happy I got to know you and be called ‘yours’.”

Jules didn’t know if it was the softness of your work cracking or her own heart hating to believe that she’d fallen out of love, but she couldn’t hold back the tears. Her lips begin to tremble, walking toward you and her hands cupping your cheeks.

She wanted to hold you forever and make you forget that this was happening, but she knew that you were smart enough to know that if she said anything else to keep you here, it would be a lie. She would be saving herself from the guilt of a lie that the two of you have been too scared to acknowledge for the past two months. Now, it was meeting the head and there was nothing else that could be done besides admitting there wasn’t much left here to salvage. And Jules hated admitting it, but she was the cause of this.

Every day you tried to make it better than the last.  Maybe it was only now you were realizing it was just wasted energy. She’d made you put up with her distance for the last two months and made you think this was your fault. 

But you thought that was the case. How couldn’t you when you had planned your life around things the two of you talked about? Making promises that were too good to be true. Moving to a small town to pursue something that could become forever. Or to just seek a better education before looking at NYU and seeing if it was in the cards for the two of you. The speed of plans you had come up with might’ve become too overwhelming for her and it might’ve made her interest in keeping something like that deteriorate into flakes of ash.

So, you had to allow her to go on and you had to accept that living this lie wasn’t going to save you from the loneliness you thought could be cleansed.

Your cold skin in contrast to her warm touch makes you shiver under her hold. Stepping closer, wanting to hold onto this feeling for as long as you could. But you knew the sooner you left, the easier it would be to move on.

So, with a shaky breath, you grabbed her hands and pulled them from your face. “I let you go, honey.” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you felt your bottom lip quiver, sniffling. “Goodbye, Jules.” You spoke with just above a whisper and were gone before Jules had a chance to apologize for the pain she placed on you.

The mornings were as normal as they could get for you. Sun peaking through the cracks of blinds, warming your ebony skin that had a cool layer that developed overnight. The bland smell of your own body odour and the chill of loneliness.

You fucking hated it.

Nothing eventful came from your mornings. Living in an apartment alone with enough open space to house a roommate kinda left more to be desired than you had once believed. But by the time you moved to East Highland, the place was already locked in and you had to live out your lease until you could look for a smaller place in the same complex. Maybe a few floors above and along the edge of the building. Preferably with a balcony so you could stare out at the stars and sleep outside. That would be nice.

You grabbed a yogurt cup from your empty fridge and sat on your bed. Humming at the taste of vanilla replenishes your energy. You got dressed and grab your phone, bookbag, lanyard, and water bottle. Locking the door of your apartment before making your way downstairs. Taking the tedious and mundane stairwell instead of the elevator that seemed to be on the brink of breaking at any moment.

It’d been nearly a year since you moved to East Highland. Moving wasn’t too difficult with the lack of belongings pledged your name of investment. Bringing only a suitcase, a dresser, a bed, one of each utensil, and plastic plates. It was enough for you

“What’s up, buddy?” Rue greeted, squinting under the glow of the sun. “I thought you slept in. I was tempted to break in and steal your fridge.”

“Why just my fridge?” You laughed, turning your head toward the other girl, smiling softly. “Also, hi Gia.”

The neglected girl smiled, giving you a friendly wave as you fiddled with the many keys on your lanyard. “Rough morning?” She asked, tilting her head as she leaned against the side of your Toyota Corolla.

“Uh, I-I guess you could say that.” You shrugged half-heartedly, forcing a smile. “But it’s a bit better with your hoe of a sister now here and you to keep her in line.”

Gia smiled, but Rue flipped your off. “Listen here you a little bottom bitch-!” Rue laughed, pointing at you.

Moving here and making friends wasn’t as difficult as you thought it would’ve been. And honestly, you jumped between groups in your class each day. Sometimes you hung out with the science geeks who made you explore your way of thinking. Then you hung out with Rue which always ended with fucking around during lunch. Lexi, Kat, Cassie, and Maddy were another group that welcomed you.

But it felt odd to have friends when you still felt so alone. Maybe it was because you knew the moment you dropped Rue and Gia off, you wouldn’t be spending any more time with anyone. You would end up sitting in your room on your phone, watching sitcoms, giggling to yourself, playing with your guitar, and smoking weed from your fire escape. And you wished you could say that you got used to the silence but there was a level of inconsistency of enjoyment with being alone.

So, you lied your way through the days and nights. Hoping that if you ignored the truth of reality things might get better. But you knew better. Holding onto something as such was fruitless in the grand scheme of things.

Driving to school, you sat silently as the two sisters blasted music out of the speakers. The sheer volume of the base made your brain rattle. But their presence was enough to bring you hope that the day might go well.

Arriving at school, you locked your car before falling the pair. Bidding Gia farewell as she jogged over to her friends, leaving you and Rue to walk in the direction of the sophomore end of the school.

“What’d I miss the past two days?” You asked, shoving your keys in your pocket, and turning your head toward your friend.

“Oh, I thought you weren’t interested after abandoning me,” Rue teased, flicking your chin. “But it’s the same as last year. We got a test in 2 weeks for Algebra, so I hope you are still smart as you were before the summer.”

She poked your forehead, making you groan, slapping her hand away. “Work offered extra hours and I need the money,” you defended. “I’m sure Principle Hayes will understand if he calls me down.”

The two of you arrived at your guys’ lockers, putting away your belongings and grabbing your needed books. “Well, I met someone at that party I think McKay hosted.”

“Finally gonna get your pussy wet?” You quipped, earning a flick of your ear.

“Nah, man. I wanna get to know her better, you know?” She said. “Her whole aesthetic is right up my alley.”

You hummed. “Well, it sounds like you’re already head over heels for her-”

“Oh, she’s right there.” Rue waved her hand enthusiastically. “Jules!”

You choked on your spit, eyes snapping in the direction that you saw the familiar flow of blonde hair just down the hall. The same ol’ abstract makeup and bright-coloured clothes that made her stand out. She looked older now. Maybe a bit more mature. You couldn’t be quite sure, but she was still beautiful.

But that’s when the questions started appearing in your head like the sight of flashing headlights. Why is she here? When did she get here? Did she even know this was the place you were wanting to move to with her? Or did she come here on purpose?

No. No, no, no, that is just the innocence of your heart still linked to the memory of her. It’s hard to imagine it otherwise, but you knew this wasn’t purposeful. And judging by the shocked look on her face, you were right in your assessment.

Hard to believe that you cried over this girl. You missed her day in and day out since you gave her a chance to grow into who she wanted. But if you’d known she would’ve ended up coming back into your life, you might’ve been selfish and kept her close. Allow yourself to live in a false reality, which in return would be torture for Jules.

It was just too much for you to even have on your mind. Leaving you to back away, brows pinching together as you turned heel and ran in the direction of the front doors. Not daring to meet your ex’s gaze once more.

And it led you driving all the way home with tenseness in your limbs. The faint twitch of anxiety, causes you to groan in aggravation. You were sat in what was supposed to be your living room. Only a piano, coffee table, and a bean bag resemble a relaxing area. A joint rested between your lips as you sat on the soft foam with your eyes closed. Chest rising and falling with an occasional stutter of an exhale, trying to suppress.

You didn’t want to cry over her. Jules didn’t deserve that. Although you love her, she didn’t deserve anything besides growth and your soft, yet, bittersweet exit in her life. If you were in a different universe, perhaps you might be open to the idea of her reentering your life. Maybe even giving the relationship one last try.

But after months of heartbreak and self-acceptance of the truth, you couldn’t do it again. It wasn’t fair to yourself and it wasn’t fair to her when you knew that you still felt things for her. All that would come from the two of you being close is you reliving those feelings and putting Jules in a situation that wouldn’t be beneficial for either of you. So, you needed to find something or do something that could definitively cancel it out completely.

Yet, the sound of your doorbell made you snap up in alarm. Dropping your joint on your sweatpants, causing it to splash ash across your joggers. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You picked it up, taking one last puff before running to your bedroom. The doorbell rang again. “Yea’, give me a moment!” You tossed the joint out the window, exhaling the cloud before slamming the window shut and jogging to the front door.

Undoing the handle lock, you pulled the door open as far as the latch allowed it. Peeking out carefully to see Jules. You wanted to slam the door and stop there any chance of the two of you interacting. But she saw you before you could decide, smiling faintly.

“Hey.” Her greeting was soft and almost incomplete by the hesitation in her wavering tone.

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you sniffled. “Rue told you where I live, huh?” You knew the answer to the question. Rue was willing to do anything for her friends, so you weren’t surprised she would help Jules. Especially since it wasn’t hard to tell by the way she talked about Jules that she liked her.

Jules chuckled quietly, nodding. You hummed, exhaling softly. “Why’re you here, Jules?” You questioned, straight to the point. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Can I come in?” Jules asked, staring up at you with those enchanting eyes that won you over all those years ago. It was hard to deny her request, with your feelings and all. So, you wordlessly closed the door and undid the latch before opening the door, welcoming her inside.

When she stepped through, she was quick to take in everything. From the lack of furniture to the seemingly sudden chill that filled the apartment, she stepped in. It was hard for her to realize that this was what would’ve been her place as well if she hadn’t been caught up in conflicting thoughts a year ago. But that was all over now. It hurt, but Jules knew she wasn’t allowed to talk or think about the “what if’s”. She did enough thinking when the two of you made promises about your shared futures.

And she knew she was going to have to live with that for the rest of her life.

“Now, answer my questions.” Jules turned around, finding you walking around the island and opening your fridge.

“I just want to tell you that me moving to East Highland wasn’t intentional, alright?” Jules defended. “If I’d known, I would go far away so I wouldn’t hurt you.”

It hurt, honestly. But you kept a neutral expression as you pulled out a beer, using the ring around your middle finger to pry the cap open. Sniffling, you looked up at Jules, a simple and easy look of offer that she accepted with a smile. Taking the beer and taking a sip as you grabbed one of your own.

Leaning against the counter, you quietly sipped your drink. The silence slowly built with the acknowledgement that this reunion was awkward. It was expected. But it didn’t make it any easier for the two of you to try and move around it.

“It isn’t much, but it was all I could fit into the cheapest U-Haul. And it’s not like I have a lot to my name,” you said, chuckling to yourself. The entire idea of moving out of the city was your parents and the school you and Jules had been going to was shit. But it had been your parents that made you decide that you needed to get the fuck out of there before you experienced anything more that could traumatize you. And Jules knew this and was in full support and ready to embark on this unknown path with her father’s backing. He had even been willing to get a place in the same area to be there if anything happened. “But I’ll probably aim to go somewhere else when this year is up. Save up as much as I can before I head out.”

“Where do you plan on going?” Jules questioned, hoisting herself onto the island opposite to you. You shrugged, looking down at your feet. The action was interrupted by Jules placing her foot at the center of your chest. It wasn’t purposeful, but your gaze instinctively ran up the smooth texture of her leg. All the way up to the bottom hem of her skirt gave you a faint peek of what more could be under your warm gaze. And then you finally met her gaze, which was delicate. “Answer me, Y/n.”

Those same old desires slowly rose to the surface, battling with how you wished to be now. You could kick her out. You could save yourself from making a mistake in this situation. You could just ignore it and try to move around the clear intentions of her actions.

“Why’re you ignoring me?” Her question took a few moments to register, but when they did you blinked rapidly and cleared your throat. Moving away just enough to make her foot drop.

“I don’t where I plan on going next,” you said, hoping that your explanation would make her forget the hold she had on you. “It all depends on the costs. I got enough money to support the trips, but it’s securing a place and 3 months' worth of rent. I guess it just depends on where life thinks I should go.”

Jules nodded, humming softly. “Is it also because of me? Is this a sudden decision now knowing I’m here?” She asked, placing her bottle down. Hopping down from the island as she continued. “Or is it because you still feel something toward me?”

“Jules, we can’t do this,” you whispered, swallowing the lump in your throat. She placed her hands on your stomach, running over the ruts of your abs, humming in approval. She always loved your body. Your height, your structure, your ebony skin, your calloused hands, it was all something she missed near her. “Jules, we can’t-”

“Tell me a lie, Y/n,” she muttered, almost making you have to question her to repeat it. “Tell me that we’ll somehow work past our problems and that we’re supposed to be together.”

You couldn’t help the stinging of your nose appears. It felt like you were transported back to that day a year ago. Forced to relive the foul memory burnt into your brain leading to you to wonder what could’ve been done differently. How things might’ve turned out now and/or if you two would’ve lasted long enough after the move to East Highland.

So many futures are left unwritten because of someone’s heart committed to seeing them out. And you’d never blame it on her. The cards were dealt and she held them close, but there would have to be a time she played them. It just turns out that the order she played them left you discouraged to continue.

You weren’t vital to her anymore. Well, not like you used to be. Things were different now and as much as you’d like just cradle her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, it wouldn’t be right. You’d be lying to her and yourself. And ever since she left you, you’ve left no opening for anyone to get close like she once did. She was your last and only true picture of love and you didn’t want to take that picture out of the frame. So, you’d store it away in the back of your mind to never be touched but to be remembered as to why you would allow your heart to sit idle. Waiting to find the person that made it skip a beat.

But that fulfillment felt farther and farther each day. It’s once prestigious idolization you made in your head, now a mere hollow husk of disappointment.

Much like she had done that day, your hands cradled her face gently. Your eyes take in each defining feature and cherish it. Willing to die gratefully with the knowledge that she was the last person and only person to ever be yours.

So, you smiled. One of sorrow and regret. “Lying to you would be the last thing you deserve, Jules,” you whispered, making the girl whimper, eyes clamping shut. You felt your lips wobble, pulling the girl into your chest where you pressed a kiss to her head. “We were doomed from the start, honey.”

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Songs4Caplan Challenge

(I located an older song fic challenge from a deleted blog I had that had this graphic on it. LOL)

Rules:

Tag me in the authors notes & send me a message with yuor fic once it's posted! (along with the hashtag so I know which Masterlist to place the fic when I post it)

Please tag the proper warnings before the fic

Can be ANY CHARACTER YOU'D LIKE!!

More than one person can write for the same prompts

RPFs are allowed

If you’d like to write for more than one song, please make them separate fics

the songs are randomly picked from my playlist, so don't judge lol.

Can be however long you’d like the fic to be, however, please be considerate to the folks using the app and place the 'keep reading' feature on your posts!!

PLEASE tag the fic as #songs4caplan so i can easily find your fics!!!

Addicted to you simple plan

Africa Toto 

All downhill from here new found glory 

All for you sister hazel 

All summer long kid Rock 

Alone together fall out boy

Amnesia 5 seconds of summer

Animals maroon 5

As it was Harry styles 

as the world caves in Sarah cothran

Ashes of Eden breaking Benjamin 

Attention Charlie put 

Bad guy Billie eillish 

Bad things jace Everett

Beautiful mistakes maroon 5

Beautiful soul Jesse McCartney 

Before he cheats carrie underwood 

Before you go Lewis capaldi 

Beggin maneskin 

Better than me hinder

Blue ain’t your color Keith urban 

Burn usher 

Car radio twenty one pilots 

Church fall out boy

Climax usher 

Come & get it Selena Gomez 

Count on me Bruno mars 

Criminal Fiona Apple 

Deja vu Olivia rodrigo 

Delicate Taylor swift 

Diary Tino Coury 

Dirty laundry Carrie underwood 

Dirty thoughts Chloe adams 

Don’t call me up Mabel 

Downtown lady a 

Drivers license Olivia rodrigo 

Easy on Adele 

End of me a day to remember 

Every breath you take the police 

Every morning sugar ray 

Everybody hurts r.e.m. 

Fall for you secondhand serenade

Fallin Alicia keys 

Fast car Tracy Chapman 

Flowers Miley Cyrus 

For the first time the script

Forever young alphaville

Forever and ever amen randy Travis

Fuck it Eamon 

Fuck you bitch wheeler walker jr

Ghost of you Justin beiber

Glimpse of us Joji

God gave me you Blake Shelton 

Hate (I really don’t like you) plain white tees

Havana Camilla cabello 

Heart attack Demi lovato 

Heartbreak anniversary giveon 

Heaven Kane brown 

Hello darlin Conway twitty 

Hold on, we’re going on drake 

How do you sleep Jesse McCartney 

Hurt Johnny cash 

I fall apart post Malone 

I miss you blink 182

I see red everybody loves an outlaw 

I wanna be your slave maneskin 

I’m not the only one Sam smith 

I’m the only one Melissa Ethridge 

I’m yours Alessia Cara 

In my blood Shawn Mendes 

It ain’t me baby me Johnny cash 

Jealous nick Jonas 

Just one yesterday fall out boy 

Just the way you are Bruno mars 

Keep Holding On Avril Lavigne 

Killer queen Queen 

The last of the real ones 

Leave  the door open Bruno mars 

Leavin’ Jesse McCartney 

Let her go passenger

Like I can Sam smith

Lips of an angel hinder

Little do you know Alex & sierra 

Little Talks Mumfords & sons

Mama's broken heart Miranda lambert

Man down Rihanna

Misery Maroon 5

My Boo usher & Alicia keys 

Needed Me Rihanna 

Never gonna be alone Nickelback

New Rules Dua Lipa 

Not Over You Gavin DeGraw

Obsessed Mariah Carey

One Call Away Charlie Puth

One More Night Maroon 5

Our Song Taylor Swift

Picture KidRock & Sherry Crow 

PillowTalk Zayn Malik 

Please Don’t Leave Me Pink

Red Taylor Swift 

Remember the time Michael Jackson

Rolling in the deep Adele 

Say My Name Destiny’s Child

Say So Doja Cat 

She’s Got You Patsy Cline

Shower Becky G

Smokin out the Window Bruno Mars 

Someone You Loved Lewis Capaldi

Stay With Me Sam Smith

Take a Bow Rihanna

Take Me to Church Hozier

Take You Dancing Jason Derulo

There’s Nothing Holdin Me Back Shawn Mendes

Title Meghan Trainor

Too Good at Goodbyes Sam Smith

Too Little Too LAte JoJo

Trip Ella Mae

Trouble P!Nk

True Love P!NK

Unfaithful RIhanna

Unholy Sam smith

Unsteady X Ambassadors

Uptown Girl Billy Joel

Wait For You Elliot Yamin

Walk Me Home P!NK

Walkin After Midnight Patsy Cline

Want U Back Cher Lloyd

What a Man Gotta Do Jonas Brothers

What Ifs Kane Brown

Wolves Selena Gomez

Would You Go With Me? Josh Turner

You Found Me The Fray

You Had Me @ Hello A Day to Remember

You Need to Calm Down, Taylor Swift

[niyahsthings]

Heartbreak Anniversary

Contains:angst,sad endings and lowkey toxic skz hyunjin

You and hyunjin have a terrible break up he had cheated on you. You hated him wish you had never met him or at least that’s how you should feel deep down inside you know that there’s is a part of you that still loves him a part that is still hopeful, you hated yourself for it why do you still love him why do you care for him why are you still holding on to all the gifts he has given you

.🖤

“Still got your things here they’re staring me like souvenirs”

.🖤

Your sitting on your bed looking at all the gifts and paintings he has given you. You start to reminisce about your past romance but there’s one question you have on your mind why

.🖤

“Don’t wanna let you out my head just like the day that I met you the day I thought forever say I thought you love me that will last no never it’s cold outside”

Like when you walked out my life

Why you walked out my life

Why hyunjin

.🖤

You start to cry remembering all time you spend together all the laughs and talks and romance. Your simple crying turns into sobbing you get like this every time on the days you reminisce and hope for another outcome

Heartbreak Anniversary.

[yamamasjumpercables]

For Tonight

Warnings: cussing & mentions of sex

a/n: for tonight has been on repeat recently so might as well make it into a fic

We've been done

Long before it all began

You and Matt have been inseparable ever since you guys met each other in middle school. You guys met in 6th period math. Matt made a joke about how he hated when math teachers would ask students to show their work. Then you said the math teachers should “show these nuts in their mouths”. Ever since then you guys have been attached to the hip. As you too got older, both of you started noticing each other in ways you two never imagined were possible. Compliments that went over both of your heads. Hugs that lasted for more than it should have. Lingering touches that had your breath hitch. Eye contact that turned into full blown admiration of each other’s features. Late night thoughts of how it would feel to be skin to skin, exploring the depths of each other’s bodies, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ear. Eventually Chris and Nick became so fed up by You and Matt’s inability to confess to each other so they took matters into their own hands, confessing you and Matt’s true feelings for one another. You and Matt have been dating for a year now. When you guys started dating it was amazing, the dates, the late night calls, the sex. Everything was perfect, until it wasn’t.

Still can't give it up

Lately there’s been consistent arguing. Either Matt caught an attitude with you for asking him why he hasn’t been answering your calls or You giving Matt the silent treatment because he was acting like an insensitive asshole. This has been going on for the past couple of months. Yet you two couldn’t stomach to break up. Tied around each other’s fingers, you both let this continue. Not caring how long you haven’t talked to each other or how mad you made each other everyday. You too were crazy about each other .

But leave before the morning comes

Even though it's what we want

Can't keep this up for long

You and Matt were currently arguing. You had asked Matt were he went and why he didn’t answer your calls, in which he answered with a “don’t worry about were I go” which then you responded with a “I have to worry you’re my boyfriend” then he responded with a scoff followed by a “I should’ve never spoke in that math class”. Both of you were shocked by what came out the blue eyed boy’s mouth. Matt instantly regretted what he said, despite the months of arguing. “Y/n, babe I didn’t mean it” Matt said with guilt, walking towards you. Tears started rolling down your face and your lip quivered. You walked up to Matt, slapping him in the face before walking back to your shared room passing both Nick and Chris on the way.

But I just, I just don't wanna leave you

Might just, might just throw away the reasons why

“What the fuck happened Matt” Nick said whisper yelling. “Yea I’ve never seen Y/n so upset well, more upset than usual” Chris said concerned. “We got in another argument, but I said some shit that I shouldn’t have said” Matt said guilty, sliding both his hands down his face. “Well what did you say” Chris asked. “I told her that I should’ve never spoke in math class” Matt said running his hand through his hair stressed.

We both can't lay here

And secret, secret, both gotta keep it

“Matt what the fuck is wrong with you, you actually suck for that shit” Nick said yelling. “Wow you are kind of an asshole for that shit I’m surprised she didn’t slap you”. Chris said disappointed. “She did” Matt said looking at Chris with glossy eyes. “Yea I would too for that shit, maybe even punch you in the face” Nick said in disbelief. “Or maybe the nuts” Chris added. “Ok ok I get it I screwed up” Matt says yelling, tears running down his face as he walks towards the sofa to sit. “No you didn’t just screw up, you actually just fucked up the relationship with the girl who loved you more than anything Matt” Nick says sternly. “Ok instead of pointing out the obvious Nick help me out what should I do” Matt asked stressfully, wiping the tears from his face. “Me and Chris can’t help you Matt, you fucked up on your own so you’re gonna fix it on your own.” Nick said sternly, pointing at Matt. Matt was totally fucked.

Honest, honest, that's just a game we know

We both can't play…

This will most likely be a series. So a tag list is definitely needed if you guys like this. Who wants to be added🏃🏾‍♀️??