#Like the way he was attached at the hip with will and the most he was able to do was look back at el for a second

[namjooningera]

If LADS were Yanderes ♡

Characters: Zayne, Caleb, Sylus

AN: I guess I’m gonna start doing LADS content? Here’s some basicslly soft yan lad boys. Request if y’all want more (^^)

Warnings: soft yandere things, mentions of stalking. Mentions of smut in Zaynes; overstim, brat tamer zayne, shower sex. Caleb is lowkey manipulative. Not proofread

Sylus:

♡ He values your independence, however that doesn’t exactly stop him from making sure your always just a step away from him- he’s right there if you need him

♡ he always just happens to be in the area when you are. Oh you’re fighting a wanderer right now? On a mission? He’s right beside you! Plus, the faster you two finish the mission tne faster he can get you on a date with him, spending tne rest of the day together!

♡ He most obviously hates things in the way of y’all’s relationship, little pests in the way. And you never really realize when they disappear, when he comes home with just a little blood on his collar, his hands a little grimier, his eyes sharper and that smirk hanging off his lips.

♡ has a certain obsession with buying you pretty things. Little trinkets here and there because he’s a dragon. And no, of course they don’t have tiny cameras in them! He already has just Mephisto watching you- right? Just Mephisto?

♡ No, he doesn’t get jealous. He gets territorial. You two are together- bound. So who does this guy think he is? Hitting on you in broad daylight? Your little coworker. It doesn’t matter though, because the very next day you find their desk cleaned out!

♡ Sylus who watches as you see other men. Your coworker, doctor, childhood friend… he just watched and laughs. Do you truly think any of them can actually be as good as he is? Sylus is confident that once you have him, you won’t need anyone else. It’s why he lets you keep your little guy friends, because at the end of the day, he’s confident that if they became a real threat, he’d barely have to lift a finger to get rid of them.

♡ Sylus who’s extremly clingy. You find him to be.. everywhere. He’s always “in the neighborhood”, in front of your work, at your favorite cafes, he’s just.. around. And when you finally do call him to you, instead of letting him pop up to you instead, it’s like he’s in a buzzer radius, showing up to you immediately.

♡ He’s so clingy that he’ll even show up to your missions! And of course you’re confused, because what kind of “business” does Sylus have four hours away from home? And all of a sudden the hotel you booked is completely full and your sharing a room with Sylus?

♡ Even with these acts that are becoming too coincidental, his act is so cool and collected you, for the most part, believe him when he says he had “business” in these parts, or he just happened to stop by your home, because you forgot something at his base. And hey thats funny, he has your necklace in his hand. You don’t ever remember taking it off in the first place.

♡ Had photos of you- everywhere. His wallet, his nightstand, on his desk. He’s just so adorned by you!

♡ Finally, after all that quality time together- he’s elated when you finally start going out together!

♡ Of course, this is when bit by bit, his obsession starts to show more and more. Except.. it’s weird. You like it? Maybe it’s because he’s grown on you, spending so much time together you like the pest that’s Sylus- attached to your hip!

♡ So when he does suspicious things, like when the waiter hits on you- and all of a sudden Sylus needs to use the restroom, and comes back with the slightest drop of blood on his collarbone- you don’t blink. When your mean supervisor humiliates you, all of a sudden they’re demoted to the worst branch and bruised- you shrug. When you see your ex- the one whos always pestering you- in Sylus’ base one day, bloodied and tortured- you look the other way. Why? Because what you don’t know won’t hurt you. And after all, your boyfriend just wants to keep you safe.

Zayne-

♡ Zayne, your sweet childhood friend, you’re sure can’t hurt a fly. After all, he’s a doctor! He took an oath.

♡ Zayne is.. interesting to say the least. As you grew up together, you saw him as this sweet but timid boy. He had his nice moments, but most of the time you mistook his actions for mean ones because of his attitude- even when he meant the nicest things.

♡ It was almost.. annoying, knowing Caleb was always there with you. When Zayne you two were young, and he noticed your shoes were untied, letting you know so that he can get on his knees and tie them for you- just for little Prince Charming Caleb to swoop in and kneel on his knees, tying bunny knots on your cute pastel shoes.

♡ He needed.. new ways to get your attention. And Zayne was smart, he was sure he could find ways to do exactly that. He’d make snow figurines for you, trying to entice young you, so that perhaps for playtime- you’d choose him, not run to Caleb. And finally, when you do, when you tell Zayne he needs to be the dad when playing house, and you’ll be the mom- and Caleb will be the dog- everything is just.. perfect. Young him is elated. Plus he notices young, you’d be the perfect partner! So adorable and sweet, with your apple cheeks and gummy smile, he’s fallen head over heels.

♡ But you’ve grown up now, and you’re still with… him. Caleb. Even the words on his tongue die out as he feels gross just thinking about him. He’s never especially had anything against the guy- Caleb isn’t a bad person. It’s just that with you- his blood sizzles. The attention Caleb gives you, is so much more then an adoptive brother or childhood friend, his arm hung around your shoulder constantly, bickering with you and you two being in each others possession for several years.

♡ He’s scared that leaving for university will just cause you two to become even closer- but Zayne needs to. He disappears- with the thought of you still in his mind as he studies viciously.

♡ And finally, he’s back in town. As your health care provider, your primary physician

♡ And then there’s the incident. Caleb’s gone. And you need a shoulder to lean on. That’s okay, Zayne has done lots of study on psychology, he’s sure he can be your personal therapist if needed too. Or he can just be your close friend, who lets you cry in his shoulder or rant away, it doesn’t matter. He just wants you to know he’s here.

♡ And no! Caleb was his friend- he’s not happy that he’s gone! He’s just relieved. And soon it’s like a bridge has been built between you two, there’s no annoying wall separating you guys, and you finally choose him first every time.

♡ He’s also the type to coincidentally show up everywhere you go. He’s always at Akso when you need him- but somehow he’s always at the missions you go to as well? Showing up just perfectly timed at the train station where you are, for your timely three hour trip up north. Though with his aloof manor, you never really do get reasoning for why he’s always around, and most of the time you don’t care to ask. It’s nice to have your best friend with you, right?

♡ Zayne who huffs and puffs with an attitude when you call him your “best friend” to some people while out on a mission- him just tagging alone of course. For the rest of the day he’s silent, stubborn, staring out the window of the train and giving you curt nods and shrugs when you poke at him and try and prod- whys he acting so weird?

♡ You decide that perhaps he’s hungry- or he’s been depraved of sweets for too long. So you drag him to some cafe and sit him down to eat. He contently eats his tiramisu, forgetting that there’s a small percentage of alcohol in it.

♡ Zayne who whines in your arms as you drag him to your hotel room. You think this is your fault, you bought him the tiramisu after all! It’s only fair you take care of him. But all of a sudden he’s confessing to things.. thoughts.

♡ He confesses how he thinks your blouse shows too much of your cleavage, that while you walked him, he was looking down it the whole time. He confesses that at this point you might be the only woman he talks to, the only one he ever needs anyways. He confesses that he holds a grudge against you- for calling him something so ridiculous- a friend. That he wants you, wants to kiss your cute lips and memorize every part of you. To beat up the little prick who stared at you the whole train ride, to replace Caleb, To be able to hold you without precautions, to kiss you and be with you, to be in your skin- in your lungs.

♡ Nonetheless, he passes out anyways. And when he wakes up, he’s mortified. He confessed? What’s wrong with him? Your disgusted surely, by his reckless behavior, how he’s thought of you so crudely since you were small- wait so why are you sleeping next to him?

♡ his eyes travel up to your sleeping face, and he feels so many emotions all at once. You stayed. You slept next to him! You’re even holding his hand! So you aren’t disgusted? Do you perhaps.. feel similarly for him? Why else would you stay? He’s elated waiting for you to awake, watching your sleepy face while a smile adorns his.

♡ You two finally date, and he thinks he might be the happiest person alive. This is also when he starts to let go of his inner worries. After all, Zayne is a smart man, self aware. So he knew his more.. dangerous thoughts, should be contained. So why were you always pushing him? Teasing him? He felt.. on edge. It’s like you knew he had another side to him, something you were curious to see. Is that why you were flirting with that guy? That tipsy man at that dingy bar? You said you were out on a girls night so how come he caught you taking to that man?

♡ Zayne watches from afar. He knew your friends wanted to go to some bar, and yes, he trusts you, but he doesn’t exactly trust your friends. But know that trust unravels- why are you sliding your hand agains that man’s arm? Or letting him talk that closely to you? Are you testing him? Do you know Zaynes here? Or are you actually about to.. cheat..?

♡ And then that man simply touches a strand of your hair, twisting it in his fingers- and Zayne loses it. He practically stomps over- and his fist directly aligns with the man’s face, knocking him over, ice even shedding off of Zaynes knuckles. He turns to you, and with eyes you’ve ever seen from him before- dark and terrifying, primal even. He grabs your hand and your dragged out of there.

♡ Your shaking as he basically throws you into the car, buckling you in like a child, as if you didn’t know how. The whole ride home is silent, and you think “this is him, this is Zayne”.

♡ When you get home your pushed into the bathroom where Zayne strips the two of you to get into the shower, where he demands he cleans you of any filth that has accumulated on you from those pesky men.

♡ As zaynes hands glide soap of your body, rubbing it in and his scowl is deep on his, you try to explain to him you weren’t cheating- that you knew he was there. You wanted to see if Zayne.. would do anything. It was just something stupid the girls you were friends with convinced you to do when you recognized Zayne at the bar. And yes, were. You really think Zayne will let you keep those friends?

♡ “test me? Really? Do you have no faith in me as your partner?” He spits out, his hands deeply massaging the soap into your hips. “You think because I let you get away with a brat so often, I’ll let you go now?”

♡ Washing you is long forgotten when the two of you are fucking like bunnies, and your crying into his shoulder as you cum for the third time, the water still cascading down your bodies. Finishing once when he ate you out, a second on his fingers, and now a third on his cock. You whine that your tired and you understand what you did was wrong, that your sorry, even though your not really sorry, you wanted to see that side of him, he still bullies his cock into your hole, growling into your ear and keeping you pinned to the shower wall.

♡ he watches you sleep peacefully, which makes sense- you came so many times, that by the end you were shaking and crying, overstimulation hitting your body as you enter sub space and the brat in you broken. Alas, he still loves you, tending to you and making sure your perfectly comfortable before you finally rest.

♡ He’s glad that you saw this side of him, like a weight has been lifted. Even though you’ve only seen just a small percent of it, his guilt is completely gone. It’s why it’s so easy for him to now go find that man who touched you and get rid of him for good! It wouldn’t be the first time anyway.

Caleb-

♡ Caleb, your sweet childhood best friend, you can even go as call yourselves childhood sweethearts. He’s been there for you forever, for as long as you’ve both known.

♡ The yandere Caleb whos just a bit too close to you. When you were kids it was fine. Taking baths together, playing with each other, running to find each other during recess, benign possessive over each other and always clinging to one another. But now it gets weird.

♡ After all, you want your space! You’re grown, and you have friends other than him. Plus you want a romantic life! He’s been scaring away boys and girls from you your whole life, you had to sneak away from him at one point just to have your first kiss!

♡ Caleb whos head is screwed on loose when he finds out that you in fact didn’t go on a sleepover with your girl-friends, but we’re at instead a club with them.

♡ You’re dolled up and drinking, even wearing a dress he’s never bought you! He’s furious, but more saddened than anything. If he had puppy ears they’d flatten against his head and he’d let out a little whimper. Was he not enough for you? So you had to go find entertainment somewhere else? He’s been with you forever. So are you bored now?

♡ Suddenly his sadness turns into anger, but no, he’ll wait. Calculated, he watches you. He watches as you drink, as you speak with your friends, and as a boy approaches you. He buys you a drink, a cheap one Caleb thinks, and finally the boy leads you to a hotel room.

♡ It’s devastating to watch you follow him to his room, with your naive eyes looking him up and down, the eyes that should only see Caleb.

♡ Caleb goes home however, when his job is done. When his calculated colonial strategy takes over and he’s back to his preppy self, sitting back on your sofa as if he hasn’t shed blood.

♡ You come home, disheveled. You looked like you cried, your makeup down in streaks as you rub at your eyes pathetically. You crawl into a Caleb’s arms as he lays on the sofa, whining and ranting and confessing about how you lied.

♡ How you went to a club instead of a sleepover, so you could meet someone. However, when he sits you down on his hotel bed, he got a call. Leaving the room and coming back just to yell at you to leave! He looks disheveled himself, nervous even, twitchy eyes and body shaking as he screams at you. However your too distraught to notice as you scramble to leave the room, fighting tears at being rejected.

♡ Caleb shushes you, telling you thats just how men are, that’s just how people out there are. He would never do that to you, he would never say no to you, ever.

♡ He cuddles you on the sofa, kissing your apple cheeks and wiping the tears that still decide to make its way down your face. He rubs your back as he tells you it’s not your fault, it’s really not, Caleb had his fun making death threats to the boy, He lets you however whine and rant until you fall asleep. Then he’s carrying you to your bedroom, wiping your ruined makeup with a makeup wipe and going as far at strip you and put you into some comfortable pajamas. His eyes look away as he changes you, but it doesn’t stop him from taking a peak at your cute bra.

♡ He cuddles you into bed, kissing your forehead and watching you as you sleep. You’d never know that the boy who “rejected” you, is currently in a pool of acid. Why should you know? He is wants to keep you naive of his actions for as long as possible. He wants to be your sweet Caleb, the one whos basically a puppy to you, clingy and teasing, always by your side.

♡ It doesn’t matter that this wasn’t the first time he’s done something like this. One day you’ll realize it’s for your own good, and that it’ll just be the two of you forever, just as you were born to do.

[elllisaaa]

seventeen as love songs - hhu vers.

-> pairing : seventeen hhu x fem!reader

-> words count : 2.3k words

-> genre : fluff, hurt/comfort

-> warnings : none

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> author's note : it's been such a long time since i last updated this serie but i'm getting back to it ! hope you'll like it !

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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

-> Babydoll by Ari Abdul

"darling, i’m falling, fucked up over you."

→ When Seungcheol loved, he loved passionately, with no in betweens, no doubts, no guessing game. His first love was music, then his second was dance, his third was being on stage, and his fourth was you. It didn’t strike him immediately, because he was busy, and love - true love - wasn’t what he thought he needed in his life at that time. But the more time he spent with you, the more he found himself unable to pull away from your magnetic attraction. He was like a butterfly inevitably drawn to a blinding light. 

“- Man, you should really tell her.”

But Seungcheol stayed deaf to Mingyu’s advice. He knew he loved you, he knew it from the bottom of his heart and soul, but he wasn’t sure he had enough space in his life for you, and he firmly believed that you were better off without him. He tried to convince himself that he was okay with simply staring at you from afar. What a lie. 

“- Why are you looking at me like that ?”

Your smile was bright, and it made Seungcheol’s heart beat faster. He knew he should stay away from you, but it was hard to not fall deeper for you every time you laughed, every time you talked, everytime you looked at him. 

“- Nothing. You’re just really pretty.”

The blush on your cheeks as you shook your head and refused his compliments threw all his efforts to keep his feelings under control out of the window. And before he could think about it, he was blurting out the words he held in for so long.

“- I think I’m in love with you.”

"call me babydoll, come break down these walls, don’t leave me alone."

→ From that moment on, Seungcheol was attached by the hips to you. He couldn’t spend a day without talking about you, mentioning you, texting you. And sometimes, he cursed himself for the way he thought he wouldn't be able to handle this relationship when you were the best thing to ever happen to him. 

“- What are you going to do tomorrow, baby ?”

You didn’t even lift your head from where it was resting on his chest, simply nuzzling closer to him to seek more of his warmth. This was maybe your favourite thing about sleeping with Seungcheol - he was always warm when you were always cold. 

“- I have an appointment at the nail salon, and then I think I’m just gonna relax at home. It’s been so long since I had a day off.”

Seungcheol hummed as he slowly caressed your hair. These moments before you both went to sleep were his favourites, when you talked about both your days in a murmur, basking in each other's presence and just feeling the love in the most intimate way. 

“- I’ll leave you my card before going to work then, you need to spoil yourself a little more often. 

- You know you don’t have to pay for everything I want, Cheol.”

He looked down at you with a soft smile that definitely made your heart beat a whole lot faster. And he kissed your forehead tenderly, like he always did when he wanted you to stop arguing and just let him take care of you for once. You always did so much for him, and sometimes, he felt like he couldn’t give you as much. So paying for you felt like a solution to remind you that he was there, that he loved you, that he would never leave.

“- I know. But I want to. You deserve to have whatever you want. I do it because I love you, so let me.”

And you always let him, because it felt good to be taken care of sometimes. 

JEON WONWOO

-> Lover by Taylor Swift  

"have i known you 20 seconds or 20 years ?"

→ Being open about his feelings and easily interacting with people had never been Wonwoo’s strength. It wasn’t easy for him to talk with people he didn’t know, to be a social butterfly like some of his friends. He felt awkward when he did so, like it wasn’t his place. But sometimes, such conversations were unavoidable, especially when he ran into someone and spilled their coffee to the floor first thing in the morning. 

“- I’m so sorry, I didn’t look where I was going and I didn’t see you.

- No, no, I should’ve been more careful too ! Are you okay ? Did it burn you ?”

As you both raised your eyes from the floor where your coffee was splattered, and your gazes met, it was like time stopped. Wonwoo couldn’t help but think that this was a typical cliché, a ridiculous one at that, but he also couldn’t help the way his heart started to beat faster as he discovered your pretty face, and pretty eyes, and pretty hair, and pretty smile. He was smitten from the first minute and he had to mentally slap himself to remember that you had asked him a question.

“- Oh ! No, it didn’t hurt me, I’m okay. Are you ?”

You nodded with a delay, starstruck by how handsome the man in front of you was, trying to regain your ability to talk without embarrassing yourself even more. 

“- I am…

- Do you… Do you have enough time for another coffee ? To apologize.”

Of course, you said yes, even if that made you late for work, because Wonwoo made it all worth it. And it was like you had known each other forever, as if you were meant to meet right at this moment, and soon enough, your abandoned coffee on the ground was long forgotten.

"can i go where you go ? can we always be this close forever and ever ?"

→ It didn’t take long for Wonwoo to make things official with you. Maybe some people would say that it was too soon, too quick. But for you and him, it was perfect, and it was all that matters. Others opinions and critics weren’t what mattered, Wonwoo couldn’t even hear them when he was on his little cloud of happiness with you. 

“- Are you free tonight ? We wanted to do a game night.

- No, sorry, I’m with Y/N.”

These were now his typical conversations with the other members. He loved them, they were his family, but now, you had become his home, the one he wanted to go back to every day, the one he longed to be back to every night. 

“- I’m here, darling.”

As soon as Wonwoo closed the door of your shared apartment behind him, you were in front of him with a smile, standing on your tippy toes to be able to kiss his lips tenderly. 

“- Welcome home Nonu.”

This simple greeting was enough to make his heart melt away, and he engulfed you in a hug without thinking. You giggled against his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist, not questioning his sudden urge to have you close, and rather basking in it instead.

“- Yeah, I’m home.”

KIM MINGYU

-> Televised by Hunny

"oh, she’s so bright, i can’t believe my eyes."

→ Mingyu was a joyful person. He liked to laugh, to love, to live. He was doing everything to a 100%. And love was not a game to him - it was serious, it was important. Because Mingyu loved unconditionally, but he was careful to whom he gave this privilege. But the first time he saw you, it was like every logical thought had been thrown out of his mind immediately. There was something in you, in what you showed off to the world that shined like a star and that he was unable to resist.

“- I thought you would have talked to me already by now.”

The honey-like tone of your voice straddled him, and he turned around to be able to look at you. You had that smile you had been wearing all night long, and your eyes were glimmering with something that made Mingyu’s heart skip a bit.

“- I… Was I that obvious ?”

And now, the sound of your laughter echoed in the bar, overpowering the loud music and the chatting. It was like he had tunnel vision for you.

“- A little bit, but I don’t really mind it.”

Mingyu smiled at you, not knowing if the warmth spreading through his body came from the alcohol he had drank or from the way you were looking at him. Either way, he liked it.

“- Wanna dance ?”

He didn’t hesitate to take your extended hand, and he let you drag him with you. He let you do everything you wanted because he would have followed you to the end of the world.

"i’m in paradise, show me heartbreak a thousand times, i don’t care to be or be caught without sweet misery by my side."

→ Hiding your relationship from his band members wasn’t easy, but you wanted to respect Mingyu’s wish. He knew he would get teased, he knew he would never hear the end of it, and mostly, he was scared. Scared that you wouldn’t get along with his second family, scared that to make things too real. 

“- Can I come over after work ?”

Mingyu stayed silent for a few seconds, and you understood immediately, a sigh escaping you without realizing it. 

“- Your friends are there, right ?

- Yes, I’m sorry baby.

- It’s okay…”

But was it really ? You knew Mingyu wasn’t ashamed of you, he had no problem taking you out on dates, or being seen with you, except by his friends. And you understood, you really did, but you couldn’t help but feel a little left out. Hidden like a dirty secret. You thought Mingyu had hung up, the silence so loud you could practically hear it, but then his voice rang through the speakers of your phone again. 

“- Guys, my girlfriend will come over after work later.”

You could hear the screams and diverse questions about you on the other line, but it was only background noise compared to his “I love you”, to the promise he just made to you. 

CHWE HANSOL

-> Movement by Hozier

"when you move, i can never define all that you are to me, so move me baby."

→ Everyone felt like your relationship with Hansol was a bit strange : he was leaning more on staying home, staying behind in social situations and he was a rather calm guy, whereas you were… Well, yourself. You were energetic, always needed to do something and you loved to go out. But strangely enough, it worked out. And it worked out very well. 

“- You’re going out tonight, Y/N ?”

You looked back at Mingyu, sprawled out on your couch beside your boyfriend, the both of them trying to win their Mario Kart race. 

“- Yeah, we’re celebrating Mina’s promotion.”

You didn’t think much of his commentary, just kissing your boyfriend, greeting his friend, grabbing your purse and heading out. But Han sol could sense that Mingyu had something to say. 

“- What is it ? 

- I… Don’t you want to go out with her ?

- No, I prefer to stay home. 

- But Y/N goes out a lot, right ? Isn’t it annoying ?”

Hansol didn’t even pause the game, still focused on the race, as he shrugged and easily won against a very unfocused Mingyu. 

“- No, it isn’t. I know she always comes back to me anyway. And I do go out with her sometimes, she makes it fun.”

It seemed strange to Mingyu, but to Hansol, it was the perfect way to live, especially when he woke up in the middle of the night to you, still dressed and with your makeup on, cuddled up to him and softly snoring. 

"so move me baby, like you’ve nothing left to lose and nothing to prove."

→ You had never been one to want the spotlight all the time or to love to brag about your achievements. But you were proud of yourself for what you had done and how hard you worked for it, and you were happy with where you were right now. 

“- And so Y/N, what do you do ?”

The question came with some kind of judgement in the eyes of the woman in front of you. Even if you loved going out, you were not too fond of these company events. But Hansol wanted you to tag along, wanted to show you off, and seeing his smile when you got dressed all classy was definitely all worth it. Though, you would have preferred to skip this part.

“- I’m a biologist actually, I’m working on some research on auto-immune diseases.

- That’s impressive. You’re not at all in the industry, thus ?

- No ! Me and Hansol met in quite a strange way actually.”

You were about to reckon to her how you and your boyfriend met despite her evident distaste for you when you felt the arm of the said boyfriend wrap around your waist and a kiss being placed against your temple. 

“- Hello Hina, I see you’ve met my girlfriend.”

The way he insisted on the last word almost made you laugh, but mostly, you let yourself melt in his hold because you knew you could always count on him to have your back. Always. 

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heyyyyy❤️.

I love your imagines . Can I request a Lamine imagine where you guys are dating and you go to Coachella together and have a good time with the other Barca Boys and y’all are just lovey dovey 🤍.

Thank You

coachella

pairing: lamine yamal x reader

summary: in which you go to coachella with lamine and his friends

warnings: pda - a LOT of pda

you never thought you’d find yourself at coachella with five of barça’s brightest stars—and definitely not with one of them as your boyfriend. but here you were: sun on your skin, glitter in your hair, and lamine’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist like he never wanted to let go.

the moment you stepped onto the festival grounds, it felt like something out of a movie. giant art sculptures towered over you, music pulsed from every direction, and the air smelled like sunscreen, dust, and something sweet you couldn’t quite place. you could barely take two steps without someone snapping a picture of the boys—though they tried to stay lowkey in hats and sunglasses, it was very hard to hide five gorgeous footballers.

lamine leaned in close. “wanna disappear from everyone for a bit?”

you smiled up at him, heart fluttering at how soft his voice got just for you. “only if you hold my hand the whole time.”

he grinned, that boyish sparkle in his eyes, and laced his fingers with yours.

you snuck off behind one of the main tents for a little quiet, only to be interrupted by pau calling out, “lamine! stop sneaking off for kisses, we see you!”

you giggled and tried to hide your face in lamine’s shoulder, but he didn’t care. he pulled you right in for a kiss anyway—slow and sweet, like the world around you had faded to silence. he rested his forehead against yours after. “they’re just jealous.”

“obviously,” you whispered, making him laugh.

back with the group, fermín had laid out a blanket near the ferris wheel and was attempting to build the world’s most chaotic picnic with random snacks from the vip lounge. “this is dinner,” he declared proudly, holding up a box of churros and an avocado.

pablo rolled his eyes. “that’s a crime against food.”

“i don’t see you doing anything,” fermín shot back.

meanwhile, héctor was on a mission to document every moment—camera in hand, climbing onto things he probably shouldn’t be climbing on for the perfect angles. he caught a candid of you and lamine dancing, and when he showed it to you later, you barely recognized yourself. you looked…happy. glowing. like the main character in a sun-drenched romance movie.

and lamine—he looked at you like he already knew that.

throughout the day, the two of you were basically attached at the hip. he kept stealing kisses when no one was looking—though honestly, sometimes when everyone was looking, too. at one point, he just straight-up pulled you into his lap during a set while pau complained, “can we go five minutes without pda?”

“no,” lamine said simply, and kissed your temple.

you ended up buying matching heart-shaped sunglasses, dancing together barefoot in the sand near one of the smaller stages, and slow-dancing to an acoustic set while the sun dipped low. the boys teased you both mercilessly, but not even pablo’s dramatic gagging noises could ruin the way lamine looked at you under the orange-pink sky.

later that night, when everything had cooled down and the desert air turned chilly, you all curled up on the big blanket again. fermín passed around hoodies (pablo grumbled about lending his to pau, but still did it), and lamine tucked you into his side, your legs tangled with his under the blanket.

“i know this sounds cheesy,” he said softly into your hair, “but this is kind of perfect.”

you tilted your head to look at him. “only kind of?”

“okay, really perfect.” he smiled, and in that moment, the lights of the ferris wheel reflecting in his eyes, he looked like everything good in the world.

you rested your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat mingling with the distant thrum of music and the quiet laughter of your friends. his hand found yours again under the blanket, fingers intertwined.

“i love you, you know?” he said, voice almost a whisper.

you smiled against him, heart full. “i know. i love you more.”

“impossible,” he whispered back.

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[the-kr8tor]

Yk like you did those amazing fae Hobie hc could you do one with TTN Hobie Because I just finished all of it and I’m SO HAPPY it a good ending I’m in love with your writing gonna go go pirate Hobie next then fae

TTN! Hobie oh how I missed you! 🥹 Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Bestfriend to lovers, Set in my Thread the Needle series, established relationship, headcanons, fluff!

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Bestfriend! Hobie, who has been your mate for as long as you could remember, whose voice is the first and last thing you hear during the day.

You ring him up in the chilly mornings to wake him up because he almost always sleeps through his alarm clock. And in turn, he's the one calling you before bed, chatting about the day you two had as if you weren't attached by the hip throughout the day.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who helps you study your notes while trying to keep you awake by poking your cheek relentlessly until you swat him away as he chuckles.

He has definitely tried to teach you how to play the guitar, but you're distracted, eyes looking at his hands. He wonders why.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who hasn't seen you as more than a friend until he saw you laughing at his shitty joke that he couldn't even remember now when you're smiling at him like that.

While you've been in love with him longer, he fell harder for you.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who was afraid of you leaving the city and him after graduating high school. Even though he was worrying about it, he did everything to help you study for every entrance exam. And he was even more ecstatic when you passed almost every university you applied to. Moreso when you accepted the one that's still within the city. Oh the hug he gave you that day could rival all the hugs he gave you through the years.

Once when it suddenly snowed through the night, he knocked on your dorm room door, asking if you wanted to go sledding with him just like old times when you were kids. It ended with a snowball fight, giggles bouncing off the fluffy snow.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who saw you through your bad and good days, holding and talking to you during the awful ones, and making you laugh on most days, making it better.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who comforted you when a date stood you up, angry that someone could do that to someone who's as amazing as you. He told you that he'll never do that, he should've added the words ‘to you.’ but he just couldn't, mouth clamped shut, nerves slithering through him.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who even tried to set you up with a bandmate of his to help him get over you but it backfired when he saw you laughing and looking like you fancied the guy, he felt like the ground swallowed him whole and spat him out right in between you and his mate.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who was hiding his smile when you said that his friend was nice but not someone you see being with. All the while he finally noticed your lingering touches, longing stares and shy smiles whenever you talk to him. It's not something mates do, but he's still afraid to confess, worried that it'll ruin a decade of friendship with you. For now, he'll settle for those shy smiles and arms embracing him while he drives you to class on his motorbike.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who made you your own customised helmet with your favourite colour and numerous stickers that you'll love. The way your face lit up has been in the forefront of his mind ever since.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who looks at you like you're everything to him, like you hung up the stars in the sky for him. He loves you, he realizes.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who lets you sleep next to him after a night out or a gig you accompanied him and the band to. Just like when you were kids. But this time, it has his heart pounding loudly every morning he wakes up to your drooling face.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who has had enough of trying to hide his feelings for you and started unabashedly flirting at you, trying to get his point across without saying the exact words he needs to say. It hasn't worked yet while you wave it away, thinking that's just classic Hobie bantering with you. Unbeknownst to him, you're melting into a puddle.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who almost shuts down when you flirt back at him.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who was heartbroken when he saw you slouched in the medical tent while you're cradling your sprained wrist.

He was afraid when the spider bit him, but he was more afraid of leaving you alone in the world. So he took care of himself, drank a liter of water and some meds before waking up like a new man.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who tells you everything you dreamed of, he loves you, no buts, no ifs, no sugar coating it, “I love you” and he says it with his whole chest, walking the dreaded runway and kissing you right after. He was never one for the dramatics, but with you, he's ready to get his point across this time. And he was lucky enough that you said the same thing to him, kissing him like he dreamed of.

Boyfriend! Hobie, who lets you go and live your dream across the country even though he wants to be selfish and hold onto you.

Boyfriend! Hobie, who becomes your roommate, living in the same houseboat, sleeping in the same bed and waking up to your face every morning. He doesn't want to waste any time with you, spending almost every minute with you. And doing everything he together with you while you hold his hand as he etches your touch in his mind.

Grocery dates, record dates, picnics, amusement parks, and aquariums, you name it, and you've been to them with Hobie lovingly tugging at your hand.

He helps you pack your bags, slowly at that to spend more time with you.

Hobie drives you to the airport in Yuri's beaten up car, stays there with you until it's time for you to board your flight and holds you until the tears stop flowing. As he watches your retreating back, memories flood back to him, and when he finally gets home, houseboat empty and devoid of your presence, he lets himself cry.

You left your sewing machine with him, with a note that tells him that he should use it, that it's time for him to learn how to mend his clothes. He cries again after finding the note.

During his patrols, he uses the same machine your hands have touched to mend and sew the marks left on his suit. He smiles when he thinks that you'll be chastising him for the lopsided stitching.

Whenever you call, he drops everything and talks to you as if you're just beside him and not halfway across the world from him.

Birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays, you two never missed a single call even when the phone bill hurts both of your pockets.

Years after you've left, your things are still in the same place you left it, shoes in the rack, coat draped over the couch, and your sewing machine well taken care of, waiting for you, just like he has.

When you finally come back home, he feels like he could breathe again, his other half smiling up at him as he lounges on the roof that he immediately leaps off to embrace you just like has all those years ago.

It's as if you've never left as he kisses you like he had when he confessed backstage during your college fashion show.

[merinomeri]

I'm coming out of my hole to try and do some writing and be very brave about it?! okay!! つ﹏⊂

Little Lucifer Things:

♡ I feel like he would absolutely be thrilled to be a house-husband? Yeah, he's the King of Hell and all, the Sin of Pride, whatever, but...getting to do things specifically for you and him? MOVE ASIDE, EVERYTHING ELSE!

♡ Sweeping and dusting? He's on it! Nothing less than perfect for you! If there's even a single spec of dust somewhere, he goes all out. Begone, pesky particle!!!

♡ Really loves doing laundry! Getting to tend to your clothes feels so intimate in a way he doesn't fully understand. Always makes sure to take extra special care of pieces he knows you favor (or he favors) and any uniforms you might have. The nicest and best smelling fabric softeners, folded to utter perfection. He smells your clothes before and after...

♡ The same can be said about your bed! Depending on how...nights go, he wants everything to be fresh and comfortable and THE BEST for you both. You swear your sheets and blankets are like brand new the way he makes them. May or may not start getting rid of some pillows because it's not like you need them when you have HIM?

♡ Has so much fun going shopping, especially if you come along. Man's attached at the hip and pointing out anything and everything like an excited child. Would probably ride in the cart if you let him or try to get in one of the little car-shaped ones for kids. Super into those little animal crackers that come in the box that looks like a circus cage; he gives you the most pathetic look he can every time so you'll get them. And honestly, how can you say no?

♡ If he's shopping alone this man is on a MISSION!!! Has a list and will follow it to a T. Except maybe for a few things here or there that he'd like to surprise you with, like certain ingredients for a special dinner or maybe something sweet you like.

♡ Runs you baths and INSISTS on running you baths. Knows exactly what temperature the water needs to be for your preference, personally makes you the best bathbombs he can conjure up (they always have a little surprise inside them,) and is an expert at crafting a bubble bath. More than happy to join you if you let him, and even happier if you let him take care of you. There are at least 3 rubber ducks as well.

♡ He is at your beck and call the moment you come home from work. Had a great day? Tell him all about it! He wants to know- seeing you smile makes him feel so light and fluffy, and he LOVES listening to your stories? Had a bad day? Anything you need, you get. Food, pajamas, cuddles, just unwinding? Not a problem. He uh...might have a word with your boss or co-workers, depending on what happened...

♡ Love-love-LOVES anything that's aimed at couples, like matching coffee mugs or things like that. Your house is filled with them. There are so many.

[seoulfulbliss]

Park Sunghoon

Author’s Note: This was not on my schedule at all, but I had a thought I could not get out of my head this morning. So, I decided some Sunghoon angst would be good for the day. I literally typed this out within a few short hours. It drove me crazy. Enjoy! 🫶🏾

(Friendly reminder, YOU DON’T HAVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORKS ANYWHERE.)

Fiancé! Sunghoon x Black Reader 

Synopsis: When magnetism fails over time, harsh reality slaps you in the face with the fact that your fiancé is no longer attracted to you. So, you do the brave thing and call off the wedding. 

Content: Angst, hurt reader, implied emotional cheating, breaking off engagements, Sunghoon is wrong and he doesn't know how to fix it, ambiguous ending

Word Count: 3.9k 

You used to think that you and your fiancé were polar opposites, he the North pole and you, the South. Because opposites attract after all, right?

When you first met, he was this brooding, impassive force that hardly cracked a smile. He had a tough exterior and built up one too many walls. Most people joked that he had a permanent rain cloud over his head. The best way to characterize it would be Oscar the Grouch. Just a cute, little grumpy man. Then along came you, the sunshine in fresh spring rain, giving way to rainbows. 

And for Sunghoon, it was an immediate no. You were too bright, too chipper, too sweet. And he would be damned if he allowed you to pull him into this sugar rush bend. But Sunghoon was doomed from the start, because you were drawn to him like a magnet. No matter where he went, you stuck to his side. Your constant chatter playing in the background like overplayed laugh tracks in a sitcom. 

It was comical really. This tall, dark, mysterious aura paired with your small, soft, colorful nature. If he was Oscar the Grouch, then you were a hummingbird. Always fluttering about and twittering away. But over time, Sunghoon didn’t seem to mind it. And he began to appreciate the way you warmed up his days just a little bit. 

However, you both could be classified as one and the same if you really put some thought to it. Both liars. Because you both knew you could never be enough for one another, not for what was needed individually. Still, you skipped along contently, happy to attract one another in this tango of love. 

The signs were there though. And you wish you had prepared yourself for the gradual ending of this romantic dance called ‘your relationship.’ Currently, you were being presented with the most obvious sign. Of course it would be in such a public place. 

There sat your fiancé, laughing and having a good time with his coworkers at the bar. It was an intimate gathering amongst his colleagues, one you were invited to. It should have been a fun night, one that could allow you to relax. Wrapped up in the arms of your man. However, a niggling of suspicion kept bothering you. 

For most of that time, Sunghoon had been attached at the hip to the new, pretty intern at his firm. She was more his style if you think about it. Similar to him in ways you could not be. She was slim, pale, with long dark hair draped around her face like a curtain. She was classy. Elegant in that Victorian kind of way. She laughed at something he said, swatting his chest lightly. That ached. Seeing Sunghoon so free like that in her orbit left an ugly emotion bubbling up within you. 

He sat around the table talking, the seat on the other side of him empty, as you had vacated it for a moment of fresh air. Surprisingly, he never came to look for you. Even when you knew your absence was cutting into the space of being ‘just a tad too long.’ He was… distracted. Seemingly happy to be in the presence of a feminine energy he could mesh well with. To you, sometimes you felt your energy did not mix well with his masculinity. Maybe too quirky, too cute and unique compared to his consuming aura. Like oil and water if you think about it enough. 

The only other time you had seen Sunghoon so relaxed in front of his colleagues was when he first started dating you. He had begun to open up more, smile more distinctly. It was obvious the impact you carried. Jungwon had even said he’d never seen Sunghoon this visibly happy. And that put a smile on your face. 

But you were no fool. And you were no stranger to anxiety and doubt. Both creeping in around the timeframe you became engaged to one another. If you had really analyzed it back then, you might chalk his proposal up to pressure. A sense of being unsure of what the future would hold if he didn’t give you this one thing. Sunghoon didn’t like knowing. 

There had been an argument leading up to that decision. Little things began piling up over time that you could no longer ignore. 

For instance, why he started pulling away when you wanted to touch him. Or why he couldn’t sit through crucial conversations when you were expressing what frustrated you within the day. It was like he wasn’t present. Like he didn’t want to be there sometimes. And like, yeah. You had bad days too. But those days were starting to pile into bad weeks and bad months with him.

When you approached him about it, you did so cautiously. Ever the avoidant type, handling conflict was not your strong suit. It wasn’t Sunghoon's either. He was more likely to get out of dodge than you. Which is why you had to approach gently, lest he lean into his flighty nature.

His response? He just wanted personal space, was too tired, didn't feel good, etc. Statements that probably held logic to them, but felt like excuses to you. So he had proposed, as if that would smooth everything over. Make it all go away.  That led you here, sitting in his car six months later, stewing in insecurity after a dinner with his colleagues. You were worried. For what? You didn’t know. It just felt like something had inevitably changed, veering off course before you could take control of the situation. 

“You’re quiet tonight.” He murmurs quietly in the cabin of the car. Gazing out the window in contemplation, you respond hesitantly. 

“Yeah. Just… thinking.” Yes, you were thinking about a lot.

“Thinking about what?” His hands drum softly against the steering wheel. He seems to be in good spirits from the evening. Probably happy to spend his night beside the pretty intern, you think bitterly. 

“What my life would be like if I didn’t have you anymore.” He chuckles lightly.

“What are you thinking about that for? You can’t get rid of me.  I’m in it for the long haul.” Liar. His magnetic pole began to bend. 

The following week, you began to see an even bigger wane in your polarities. You were starting to become similar with the way you both lied so well. Him. 

“I’m just tired tonight. I don’t want to be touched.” 

“I forgot to kiss you on my way to work, not a big deal. I’m just stressed out, okay?”

“Is it that time of the month? Is that why you’re being emotional and clingy?” 

Ouch. He wasn’t quite good at laying it on easily. But you were a liar too, weren't you? You. 

“Oh, that’s okay, Hoon. I understand you’re busy.”

“Baby, you should take a break every now and then if you feel stressed.”

“Well, yeah. I am on my period. Maybe that’s why I’m being needy.”

And you smiled, smiled, smiled. While you lied, lied, lied. Because this shift in the attraction brought about a sense of uneasiness in the atmosphere. Both heading towards a state of polar neutrality. Bound to repel eventually. And that magnetic force was about to thwart every dream you had hoped to come true. 

Two weeks later, when you had a scheduled appointment for cake tasting, was when you began flirting with the idea that maybe the wedding shouldn’t happen. Sunghoon couldn’t show up, citing something about helping the new intern with a last minute proposal. On a Saturday morning. Which is wild, because who the fuck cares about last minute tasks that have nothing to do with the appointment you scheduled months ago? But she needed the help, he claimed. Because their supervisor was asking her to complete an impossible task due that night. And he didn’t want her to get fired, nor cut her career short before it started. 

“You can do it without me, right? It shouldn’t be hard to decide.” You just nodded your head numbly. 

“Yeah, Sunghoon. I think it’ll be an easy decision.” And you weren’t really talking about the cake anymore. But he didn’t have to know that for now. So you hang up, and cancel the rest of the cake testing, thanking the people for their wonderful time. Then you are left weighing the scales of your Libra-like nature with the pros and cons of this polarity. 

The final straw was when your fiancé asked to take the intern as his +1 to a charity event you both usually attend together. “It’s her first time, I want the experience to be memorable.” And you conceded, because of course you do. You always did. 

And when he comes home that night lightly smelling of her perfume and not wanting to be touched, you say nothing. Just roll over.

Staying up late in the loneliness of that night, you decide. 

Within the next week, you cancel the wedding venue. It had been a tremendous decision, but it was one you had to make. So, pulling on your big girl pants, you do what needs to be done. Catering was next. Then, you contacted the florist, canceled the bouquets. Texted your bridesmaids. And that had been hard. Especially since his sister was part of the bridal party. But you begged her not to say anything, not yet. After that was the wedding ring you bought for Sunghoon. Then came the dress. 

The same style wedding dress you had gushed over as a kid, daydreaming about your fairytale wedding. You definitely had cried harder then, feeling like you were walking away from a desire you had always wanted. 

The final nail in the coffin came in the form of the wedding invitations. They had been sent out three months prior for people to RSVP and save the date. Working around Sunghoon’s busy schedule regarding this had been sneaky. And yes, maybe you were wrong dropping the bombshell on him this way, but he… he didn’t love you anymore anyway. At least that’s what you told yourself. 

You had to prepare for this portion meticulously. There could be no slip ups. Luckily, Sunghoon was on a business trip and would not be back for another week and a half. And you knew you were not ready to be confronted about this just yet. So, you had mailed the letters off while he was gone. One by one to each RSVP attendee. The message being clear, there would be no wedding. 

Your mother was quick to call you once she received it, blindsided just as much as the rest of the wedding party and attendees. The reasoning you gave in the letter? Just that you and Sunghoon had some differences that caused you both to agree to go your separate ways. And your mother didn’t believe that for shit. “Baby, you love that boy. You wouldn’t leave him for the world. Even if he did leave the toilet seat up on one too many occasions.” That had garnered a somber chuckle out of you, wet with the emotion that comes with endings. But as much as you loved him, your mother loved him too. So you couldn’t quite tell your mother that you had suspicions Sunghoon didn’t love you anymore, or that he was cheating. Swallowing down the bitterness in your throat, you ask her for one thing. 

“Mommy, can I come home for a while?” 

And you were your father’s daughter after all, quick to evade the confrontation of reality. “Oh my poor baby, of course you can.” After that call, you were packing your bags. It would probably hurt less this way. Rip the bandaid off quickly and give each other the space to process before finally severing ties. Poor Sunghoon, you couldn’t help but think, wondering if he would be devastated.

You take one last look at the home you shared together. There were still so many of your things laying about, intertwined with his like the magnetic pull of your opposite natures. The engagement ring sits heavy in your palm before you place it on the kitchen counter, right next to the letter you wrote him. Then you walk out, away from a life you craved to build. 

In the wake of the mess you created, there are numerous phone calls. His friends call, his mother calls… even he calls. But you just… don’t pick up. Can’t. 

And that’s what leaves Sunghoon with a numbness he never knew he could feel since meeting you. Jake is the first to call him that day. 

“Dude,” breathless, Jake walks Sunghoon right to his bittersweet doom. “You cancelled the wedding?” This brings him pause, because it is all news to him. Then Jake is sending him a picture of the letter. The letter you sent to every guest without his knowledge. And his world shatters. His phone rings nonstop, but he cannot breathe. Then, his mother calls. This he has to answer. 

“What did you do?” The sharp words reverberating from the speaker as he rushes around his hotel room to pack. He feels ill. “Mother, I don’t know what's going on. It has to be a mistake.” 

“She’s not answering the phone. I called around. Do you know that she cancelled the wedding venue? Everything, Sunghoon. She cancelled everything. And your sister… she knew.” 

Processing the information, he pauses his frantic packing. Grabbing the phone he discarded on a pile of clothes, “My sister… what?” And he is on the phone with her before his mother can reply. 

Being harsh with Yeji was always hard on him. Having a soft spot for her since they were kids. But right now he is pissed because, “How long have you known she was feeling this way? How could you not tell me?” He hissed.

“Sunghoon, it wasn’t my place to say.”

“I’m your brother—”

“And you obviously did something to hurt her! Why else would she break it off without saying anything to you?” 

She sighs on the other end, “Look, she asked the bridesmaids not to say anything. She said she was going to talk to you. I didn’t know… she was going to do it like this.” Yeji had meant that. She truly didn’t know you were going to avoid this conversation with Sunghoon altogether. So she understands his frustration in the aftermath of a collision he did not know he was heading towards. 

On his way to the airport, he calls you. You quickly decline. Still, he calls. But you don’t answer. So he texts you as he boards his flight home. 

When I get home, we need to talk. 

Except, you are already long gone from the shared space. Your side of the bed, cold to the touch. Back in your childhood home, your father sits you down for an honest conversation. You are his child afterall. There wasn’t much you could hide from him. If you were made physically in the likeness of your mother, then your personality was practically a spitting image of your father. Avoidant by nature, but reasonable when sense was talked into you. 

It is only then that you tell him what is really going on, begging him not to tell your mother. Lest she be disappointed. The thing about your father that you love the most is his objectivity towards situations like this. Anytime you had friend or boy troubles, you went to your father for a neutral perspective. Unlike your mother who was ready to cuss people out to hell and high water. Ten toes down, she did not play about you. 

He sat and listened as you detailed your side of the story. From before the engagement to now. He just nods his head over a hot toddy. His poor allergies were getting to him, but he was also using it as an excuse for some hard liquor. Hiding it from your mother. Your parents were funny that way.

Finished with your recount, one thing you did not expect was for your dad to cuss. Yeah, that liquor might be getting to him. “Daddy.” You chuckle aghast. Happy to have a little bit of distraction in the midst of chaos. But your father could see the pain in your eyes as he reached forward to hold you. And you cried, as one does in the inevitable ending of things. But your father also talks some sense into you. 

“You were wrong to leave that boy high and dry without properly communicating to him.” As usual, dad was always right. But you couldn’t find it in you to muster up the courage to call Sunghoon. So, you sat reading your text messages all night as Sunghoon spiraled further in his desperation. 

Back in your shared apartment, Sunghoon re-reads the letter you left him. Could he have prevented this? Absolutely. It really was his fault after all. He hadn’t thought you would notice. Thought he could be slick. 

He can admit that, yes, he was attracted to the new intern. Checking her out more times than he could count. And yes, he made up plenty of excuses to spend time with her, taking her to lunch, paying for dinner, etc. There were also times he was ashamed to admit that she had brushed her chest up against him and he had liked it. Did he jerk off to her once or twice? Yes, to that too. He was dead wrong, and he knew. But what he knew the most was that he hurt you, because you had noticed him pull away. 

At first, it didn’t mean anything. But then it became more frequent. And he couldn’t control how natural the recoil felt to him. But this flirtation with shifting polarities had evidently repelled you from him. And he wasn’t sure how to fix it, if it could ever be fixed. Because for the first time since he met you, he felt the reality sinking in of what it feels like to lose you. Was this how you felt?

The sign of lost magnetism between you two stared him in the face. Your letter and the engagement ring. Both left behind for him to find.

“Dear Sunghoon, sorry to do this via letter. But, I don’t think I could say these words and face you.” That much was evident by the tear stains smeared into the paper. 

“I’ve thought about this situation a lot and believed it to be in the best interest to do something about it before we ruin each other. Because ultimately, I love you too much to let you suffer through something not in your heart. While my heart was set on the finality of you, I think yours was off wandering to your next destination. And that’s okay. I’m mature enough to understand that sometimes romance ends. I just wish you had told me before we became invested in this. For a while now, it appeared like maybe you didn’t love me anymore. I started noticing things early on in the relationship. Who knows, maybe you never did love me the way you thought that you could. I commend you for trying though. Really, it’s understandable. We weren’t exactly the best of buddies when we first met. You hated me, and… I really liked you. Then I guess over time, I wore you down with my charming personality.” 

He can imagine it now, you giggling sadly at the imagery. 

“But, you… never really loved me, right? Well, maybe you did at one time or another, but… truthfully, after a while, I think maybe you didn’t. There were times where I felt like a placeholder. Like you were holding your breath. Like I was just a pivotal moment in the rising action of your story. And maybe that new intern was the climax. Sunghoon, I noticed it when you began pulling away from me. Your kisses became less frequent, hugs were slight, like you were brushing me off in hopes the moment would pass by. Hoon you… you didn't even want me to touch you most nights. Like, sex with me was bad or something. Do you know how embarrassed I felt? To feel like I was undesirable to you? So many times I questioned my validity as a woman. Was I not good enough at pleasuring you? I became judgmental with my body during this time. Hell, I’m still so desperate to recover from you. Then I saw you enjoying the company of that intern and realized, maybe you just weren’t attracted to me. I understood that more as time went on. She’s interesting, polite, and pretty. She’s totally your style. Someone who wears dark, neat clothes like you. Pale, lithe frame. That’s how you liked them before I came along right? I was just an outlier. An anomaly. The complete opposite from your usual type. But you said that different was good for you. It was interesting. But…. Sunghoon, I honestly don’t think you’re attracted to me. And I think it was so hard for you to deal with falling out of love that you decided to prove something by proposing to me. You had a point to prove to yourself. I wish you hadn't been so hard on yourself in that headspace. I wish you had manned up and did the tough thing by breaking up with me. Maybe that would’ve spared us both hurt feelings. But we’re here now, and we have to be okay with the space that we’re in. You probably noticed by now, the wedding is canceled. And I’ve moved some of my things out of the flat. Don’t worry, I’ll be back for the rest of my things at some point. When I’m ready to face you. That might not be for a while. I’m still… processing through my own grief. It’s funny the way that works, grieving someone who isn't really gone. Just no longer in your world. Sunghoon, I really love you. And I wasn’t prepared to lose you like this. But I couldn’t lose myself in you either. So, while your north pole shifted south, I allowed my south pole to shift north, so that we could meet each other on neutral ground. That way our polarity could cancel each other out. I’m sorry to repel you this way. But most importantly, I’m sorry for wasting your time. I'm a liar, Sunghoon. And I’m not really okay with a lot of things. But I’ll force myself to be for you. Take care of yourself while I’m away. Hopefully we can talk to each other soon.

Y/N.”

You hadn’t signed it with “love,” although it was implied. Releasing the breath he held reading your letter again, he cried. His tears mixing with yours on the page. 

He was miserable, fucking missed you. He didn't want this to be the end. He wanted to reach out and tell you that neutrality didn’t exist. That his polarity had just waned South, while yours North, passing each other to new destinations. You were still opposites, just at different poles than you had initially started out with. But his string of texts to you had gone unanswered. He was still fielding calls from family members and friends alike. He didn’t want to talk to anyone unless it was you. Yet, your love now seemed eons away.

And in that lonely apartment, Sunghoon was left staring at the little things. Your favorite coffee mug in the cabinet, a pair of earrings laying haphazardly on the counter, pictures in picture frames, notes that you left all over the place. 

Everything in this small space reminded him of the ghost of you. 

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[blackwall-my-tiny-husband]

Weekend writing challenge 4/4 pt1

I saw these prompts from like a month ago and several really struck me with the desire to write for them so here I am lol.

The prompts are by the lovely @thedissonantverses and can be found HERE

I’m using the prompt : Character A is kidnapped specifically to lure Character B into a trap and Character B is aware. Optional C and D trying to talking them out of rescuing A.

Set sometime after Hardings lock in

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Taash stood in the doorway of the meditation room arms crossed, watching Zalan prowl the room, attaching small daggers to various parts of his armor. He hesitated by a bow- Harding’s bow before grabbing it and carrying it in his hand.

His own bow was slung across his back and he grabbed his last sword before stalking out of the room. Shoving past the Qunari.

They let out a frustrated sigh and followed, using their longer strides to get in front of him and blocked the entrance to the eluvian room. Bellara was in the library with most of the others, her hands twisting in worry.

“Get out of my way Taash.” Zalan was nearly growling and Taash ground their teeth, he was so angry, they could smell the sharp almost metallic scent heavy in the air. So overwhelming it was almost covering the fear coming from half the team.

Flaring their nostrils the dragon hunter shook their head.

“They took Harding on purpose. If you just rush in like this you’ll die.” A shudder still ran through them watching Zalan. No one had ever seen him like this, he was barely contained rage and glared murderously up at them.

“Move.” His hand was on the hilt of his sword and Taash was suddenly very aware that most of the others had no weapons on them. Their own axes were tucked away in their room up the stairs and would be no help in this moment.

The air suddenly felt colder; it could have been Neve’s magic or it could have been the silence slicing through the room. The sounds of quiet arguing between the others in the library moments ago over what to do, how to get Lace back, who should go, how to approach the obvious trap all came to a halt and everyone’s eyes were on Taash and Zalan.

The crow was coiled, his eyes empty of their normal mirth.

“I will go through you or past you. Your choice.” His voice was hard and deadly and Taash knew he wasn’t bluffing.

“Rook! If you go you’ll be killed. We just need a few minutes to figure out how to help her-“ Bellara had taken a few steps closer, trying to reach him with the worry in her voice but Davrin grabbed her arm to keep her back.

Zalan didn’t budge or even turn to look at her, he took a step towards Taash instead, gently pulling on his sword handle, the threat clear.

“They will kill you. That won’t help Harding.” They tried one more time, keeping their arms loose at their sides ready to try and grab Rook if he made a move.

“They can try.” He snapped, face twisted in rage and he took another step, fully drawing his sword. “Move Taash.”

There was a little gasp from Bellara whose eyes bugged. Davrin pulled her behind him and took a few cautious steps forward but even that didn’t put him close enough to lunge at Rook if he attacked. The tension was so thick in the air Taash felt bogged down like it was smoke filling a closed off room.

A tiny bag landed at Zalan’s feet, clattering and Lucanis held his hand out.

“Give me Harding’s bow. You won’t be able to carry it with your own on your back.”

The assassin was in his full battle armor, swords at his hip with several extra daggers on his belts just like Zalan. Rook didn’t move but did turn his head just enough to glare at his fellow Crow.

“I will not slow you down. I know how a crow operates on a contract.”

Taash watched Zalan’s jaw clench and he reluctantly handed over the bow still in his off hand. Lucanis just slid it onto his back and looked up, calmer than anyone else in the entire room as he picked up the little bag that, by the scent, contained tiny explosives.

“We will be back with Harding. Taash please finish dinner for me, all the preparations were already laid out.”

Unwillingly Taash leaned to one side, worry still weighing on them, making their face scrunch. But even that small opening was enough and Zalan was storming through, Lucanis calmly on his heels.

“We aren’t going to stop them?” Came Bellara’s almost shrill protest, gesturing at them while Davrin stayed in front of her, not letting her try to go after them.

Taash threw their hands up in surrender and walked away from the eluvian room. Not knowing what else to do.

“He was serious Bell. I think he really would have fought Taash to get through.” Neve grumbled, coming to stand near the elves, arms crossed herself.

The whole team was angry. At themselves for letting Harding get taken. At the Venatori for sending in a ransom note that said for Rook to come alone. At Zalan for rushing off. At themselves for not being able to stop him.

“Lucanis is well known for his Mage killing.” Emmrich said, patting Manfed’s arm who was making distressed noises. “Surely he will be able to keep even Rook’s recklessness in check and be able to bring them all home safely.” His voice was calm, sure, but Taash could smell the worry coming from him too.

They were all scared for Harding, trapped by the Venatori, and for Rook who had looked like a completely different person since they’d told him about Lace and the note. He’d looked like an enraged dragon, eyes full of fire and the promise of death. His anger had radiated off of him in waves and it made Taash wonder if the mages with their magic could have physically seen that, it had felt like they should be able to see it even if logically it wasn’t really magic and so probablythey couldn’t.

The crows were gone, to fetch their lost scout and Taash looked around the room. The others looking as lost as they felt. Guess the only thing left to do was wait.

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The best part of this is definitely that I could swap Zalan and Harding here and I feel like it would basically be the same, she would have been a little less plow through your friends about it but she would definitely rain death on her enemies to get Rook back

[kl125]

I don’t really see any implication in the Surfer Boy Pizza scene beyond Mike trying to cheer El up before she fights Henry, and giving them a chance to clear the air. He brought up their previous fight specifically because he wanted her to know how he really feels. Argyle interrupted him, but he was absolutely ready to say that he loves her right then and there. But of course, sometimes things need to happen for plot conveniences, and the DB wanted the confession to happen during the mind fight.

I think the vines continue tightening, not because of what Mike’s saying, but because she doesn’t fully tap into her strength until the end of Mike’s speech. She IS fighting the whole time, but when Mike starts repeating how she needs to fight, we see her take a deep breath and really focus her energy on releasing her body from the vines. She uses his love to fuel her powers, just like she did all those years ago the first time she fought Henry (though at that point she used her mother’s love).

She does smile and chuckle at one point in the speech (when he talks about the yellow Benny’s Burgers t-shirt that almost swallowed her whole), but otherwise, her expressions don’t read as her being mad at Mike. It’s more so her being disappointed in herself, scared for Max, worried about what Henry will do to Hawkins, wondering if Brenner was actually right, etc. There’s so much happening at once.

We have the official 4x09 script because they submitted it for consideration at the Emmy’s, and it was subsequently made available to download. In the script, it explicitly states that she gains strength from his confession, which directly contrasts Henry’s form of gaining strength through hatred and anger. Henry and El are foils. Opposites. In the past, relying on hate or anger only got her so far, meanwhile relying on love (both from her mother and from Mike) helped her defeat Henry. It also notes that she doesn’t begin freeing herself until towards the end of Mike’s speech. Another thing worth noting is that she was originally supposed to think of Mike’s confession right before she brought Max back to life, showing once again how love fuels her powers.

Finally, El wasn’t just ignoring Mike, she was ignoring everyone. And for that matter, Mike mentions that they have talked about what went down, and he’s fully able to articulate why she’s upset. She’s disappointed in herself, and she believes that Brenner was right. That she wasn’t ready to fight Henry. In fact, it’s implied that Mike is the only person she’s talked to the last two days, given that Will had to ask Mike for information, meaning he didn’t already know this himself. And there’s no way Mike could have known what went down in the lab if El hadn’t explained it to him at some point during those two days. Mike and El’s moment of comfort in the hospital where she lays her head on his shoulder was meant to show us that they are still thriving. She may be upset, but it’s not because of him. She’s upset with herself.

Just because they aren’t attached at the hip or being all lovey dovey doesn’t mean they haven’t reconciled. There’s a tendency in this fandom to attribute all of El’s negative emotions to Mike, when most of the time, that’s not the case. She was mad at him in S3 after he lied, but once he explained what happened, why he did it, and apologized, she forgave him, and they both moved on. In S4, she was upset because she didn’t think she was worthy of external love, so she convinced herself that no one could love her, despite it being painfully obvious that Mike does indeed love her, both because he has said it before, and through his actions. He protects her, advocates for her, shows her affection, gets her gifts, constantly praises her, etc. The point of S4 was that El’s perception of reality was distorted by her own insecurities, and once she healed that part of herself through the Nina Project, she was finally able to fully accept and believe him when he says he loves her.

El had lost her father and her powers within the same day, and her home and loved ones a few months later. She was depressed, lonely, grief-stricken, and struggling with PTSD from the reemerging memories of the lab. Mike was the one bright spot in her life, but even he couldn’t stop her own mind from damaging her sense of identity. So yeah. It’s not about Mike at the end of the day. It’s about El herself.

hey milevens, can i ask y’all something in the most civil way possible? i really want to discuss some stuff with y’all because even tho i am a byler, i don’t despise mileven and i would love to know what is you interpretation of how el acts with mike after they get reunited in s4

at first they hug, then they plot everything and the main plot goes on etc. THEN there’s that one pizza scene that is actually a cute mileven scene taken on its own (if we ignore the implication of mike trying something fruity and liking it…).

el is friendly with mike, it looks like she’s willing to make peace with him, maybe even getting him back.

then there’s the love confession scene.

at first i thought that that was going to give her the strength to fight back, but in that scene she doesn’t look happy? and one could totally argue that she doesn’t look happy cause she is technically getting straggled by a super powerful evil being (which would be a fair argument), but at the same time we know how el fights and i was expecting her to like scream and fight back, but actually the vine straggling her get tighter the more mike says “i love you” and then she sees max and she gathers the strength to fight back. and that doesn’t really make sense ??

after everything we see that el is still mad at mike and honestly i can’t see why. she was looked like she was willing to make peace with mike and then he confessed to her, so one would think, “that’s it they’re getting back together”, but they don’t. el is now completely ignoring mike again, and she looks REALLY mad at him.

i’m no expert in writing, but i really can’t explain all of this and to me it really looks like they’re not made for each other.

but i’m really curious to know what y’all think :)

[crxzytogether]

Listen im a mike defender through and through BUT MIKE WTF DUDE, go give your girlfriend a hug or reassurance or literally any comfort my goodness😭😭

[dirtytransmasc]

(modern got hc)

Theon let's Rickon play games on his phone just about whenever he wants and secretly loves scrolling through all of the terrible photos/videos the kid takes (even if it takes up all his storage).

[hayatoseyepatch]

Ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ: Assigning positions I think the Love & Deepspace men would fuck you in. With twitter links! Mostly Inspired by Juno — Sabrina Carpenter.

Ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓ: Zayne|Rafayel|Xavier|Caleb|Sylus

Ｗｏｒｄ Ｃｏｕｎｔ: 3.5 k

Ｃｏｎｔａｉｎｓ: Multiple Characters x Fem!Reader

Ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ: NSFW visuals (videos) in the links, penetrative sex (duh), unprotected sex, praise, degradation, mentions of breeding, use of pet names, manhandling, somnophilia (Xavier’s), cock warming (Rafayel’s), spanking, choking, marking, semi-public sex (Zayne’s).

Ａｕｔｈｏｒ’ｓ Ｎｏｔｅ: Happy New Year everyone! (੭ˊᵕˋ)੭♡ I feel like it has been an absolute MINUTE since I’ve written anything, and even longer since I’ve done headcannons. But with this most recent quad I’m feeling inspired. My writer's block has been absolutely insane someone please save me. I’ve never done this type of post just wanted to test the waters with something different. We also have so little on Caleb so his may not stand the test of time, but we shall see LMAO. Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

Ｘａｖｉｅｒ － Ｓｐｏｏｎｉｎｇ

Xavier wasn’t sure how he slept at night before having you in his arms again. Rousing from sleep he couldn’t help but smile into the back of your neck, nose burying itself in the hair that rested at the base of your neck, taking a deep inhale of your scent. He never knew a smell could make him feel so at ease, but also stir up such heat in the pit of his stomach. His hands wandered your sleeping from, seeking out the warmth radiating from your skin. Nimble fingers slipping beneath the them of your sleep shirt, mind fuzzy and still glazed over with sleep. He was acting purely on instinct, and by the way you subtly arched your back into his touch as a large hand slipped beneath the swell of your breast — you were too.

The plush of your skin was so malleable beneath his fingers, thumb swiping the stiff peak of your hardened nipple as his lips kiss a trail up and down the side your neck. Swallowing a groan when his hips roll into the swell of your ass, not wanting to rouse you from your slumber just yet. His tongue slips past his lips to lick a fat stripe up the side of your neck before attaching his lips to the juncture where your shoulder met your neck. Desperation growing, the kiss was a mess of teeth and tongue, marking your skin as his hips continued to grind against you from behind. Xavier was so lost in the feel of you he nearly missed the groan that slipped from your lips and the way you began to grind back against him. Almost. Moving his lips to press against your ear, his voice is breathy and laced with yearning.

“Please bunny, need to be inside you, cant take it anymore.”

You were too groggy, still half asleep, so all you're able to muster is rolling your hips back on his own as your sign of approval. And that was all Xavier needed. Deft fingers pull your panties to the side, quick to also push down the waistband of his sleep pants, freeing his throbbing cock from their confines. He grips the base of himself with a shaky hand, using the head of his cock to part your folds. He allows himself a moment to swipe himself up your slit, collecting your wetness to use as lube. The head of his cock brushing your clit with every pass. Before long you finally felt the glorious stretch of him pushing past your entrance, sinking slowly inch by inch into your awaiting cunt. The both of you let out sighs of matched contentment as you take him to the base.

Xavier stays there for a moment, relishing the feel of your warmth engulfing him. However, his patience has its limits, and this yarning for you wins out as he begins to move. Xavier sets a steady pace from the start, using his grip on your breast and another on your hip as leverage to guide his thrusts, deep and shallow as his mouth continues it’s attention to the sensitive skin of your neck. Rocking his hips, angling them to hit that spot nestled deep inside you that has your vision blurring more with every pass. You knew neither of you would last long, not like this.

It seemed as if Xavier slept so much to simply replenish the energy needed to fuck you more. It was rare for you both to have a day off, and he didn’t intend on letting you leave this bed anytime soon. Not when your voice, airy and rasp from sleep, called his name so sweetly. Not when he could feel your walls spasming around him in an attempt to milk his cock for all he was worth. And especially not when you abruptly turn your head, lips slotting over his own in a desperate kiss, forcing him to swallow your moans as you came around his cock for the first of many times that day.

Ｚａｙｎｅ － Ｄｏｇｇｙ Ｓｔｙｌｅ

Zayne liked to consider himself a patient man, not one to lose his cool or one to give in when that patience is tested. But he is also a man, and everyone has their limits. Those limits being you coming into his place of work for your checkup lacking panties. He was suspicious from the moment you came in, wearing that smile that always alerted him to you being up to something. The small upward turn of your lips and poorly concealed anticipation lighting your features. He knew you better than anyone and always knew even the slightest change in you behavior. So as you sat on the examination table, he scrutinized you.

“What’s the matter? Is something wrong, doctor?”

That was his second inclination, the way you purred his profession title, as if the both of you did not share the same bed at night. With a lifted eyebrow he sanitizes his hands before sliding his gloves over deft fingers, scrutinizing eyes overlooking your frame. Taking this opportunity, you cross one leg over the under, the short length of your skirt revealing just whet you weren’t wearing underneath. Today had been a long day for Zayne, several surgeries and a booked schedule causing hm to miss his lunch. Hoping to get some reprieve with your presence he supposes at least it was thoughtful of you to bring him that lunch he missed out on.

 He wasted no time in locking the door to the examination room, coming to you in long strides before dropping to his knees. Strong, gloved, hands parting your thighs as he delves into your folds like a man starved. Zayne was usually a patient lover, taking his time to savor every part of you, making sure you’ve been thoroughly satisfied before indulging in his own pleasure. That was not the case today, eating your cunt until it was dripping with a combination of your arousal and his saliva, he stands to his feet. Not so much as bothering to remove his lab coat as he undoes his buckle. You only get a momentary glance of his cock before the world shifts. Using his strength to easily flip you over on the examination table. Bunching your skirt past your hips to expose your ass to his hungry gaze. A latex covered hand comes down on your ass in a harsh smack, fingers grasping the plump skin of your ass, using his grip to expose your dripping cunt to him. He sinks himself to the hilt with one harsh thrust. Leaning over to press his lips against your ear.

“You want to act like a slut, darling? Then I’ll fuck you like a slut.”

Zayne sets a steady pace from the start, relishing in the sounds he not only pulls from your lips but from your cunt as well. Loud squelching and the sounds of skin slapping against skin echo against the walls of the room. His fingers curling against the column of your throat, feeling your racing pulse beneath his fingers, as he uses his grip to aid in bouncing you back on his cock. He could feel the way your walls were fluttering around him, knowing the cut to your airflow with his earlier actions were sending you spiraling toward your release. Effortlessly he slides his free hand beneath you, fingers rubbing tight circles against your clit. Feeling you tighten around him coupled with hearing the begs and pleas that spill from your lips is all the encouragement Zayne needed. His hips lose the steady pace he had set opting instead to slap harshly and erratically against your own, chasing his high.

The sheer pleasure running through his veins is nearly overwhelming, spilling inside you with a groan. He was sure his sheer volume would be enough to rival your own, however he couldn't find it within himself to care too lost in the way you were making him feel. His hips continually rolling against yours even after he has spilled every last drop he had to offer deep within your walls, before the overstimulation he was giving himself becomes painful. He pulls from you, resting back on his heels, using a thumb to part you folds as he hungrily watches your cunt contract around nothing, his come starting to drip from your abused pussy, letting out a groan at the sight.

“How sweet of you to bring me lunch, darling. Now lets get you home for some rest, doctor’s orders.”

Ｓｙｌｕｓ － Ｍａｔｉｎｇ Ｐｒｅｓｓ

Sylus hated being away from you, between your job and Onychinus the both of you hadn’t been afforded the opportunity of spending too much time together as of late. Your opposing sleep schedules only aided in your recent separation, you coming home to him still asleep and just coming home as you opened your eyes. It was driving him mad. Pent-up frustration had his temper short and his trigger finger happy. So after an insistence from Luke and Kieran to return to your shared home early for the day, he would make no complaints. He hammed as he entered the home, seeing you just getting ready to tuck into bed. Eyes taking in the sight of you in nothing but one of his shirts, he was on you in an instant. Eyes rolling back at your scent, mixing with his own on your skin. Only to have you laid bare split open on his cock as quickly as he would allow himself to.

His hips don't falter, he keeps up his speed. Though each snap of his hips hitting deeper with each pass, angling his hips just right to find that sensitive spot deep inside your walls, grinning maliciously when he does so. His grip stays firm on the backs of your thighs keeping them pressed to your chest to reach the deepest parts of you. Loving the way your eyes roll back as you struggle to form even a coherent sentence from the way he used your body. His chuckle is deep, cruel, against your neck as you struggle to get out the syllables of his name. Coming broken between thrusts of his hips.

“Awh my poor little kitten, she’s getting her cunt fucked so good she can't even finish my name. Poor thing, here let daddy take care of you sweetie.”

He grins, reattaching his lips to your neck. Tongue, teeth, and lips marking the sensitive skin. He removes one hand from your knee. Eyes flickering with unbridled lust when our grip replaces his own, keeping your leg pressed where it was before he cold even obey you to do so. The thumb of his free hand slotting itself between your lips, eyes rolling back when your tongue circles the digit. Popping it from your mouth he used the coated wetness as lubrication to rub tight circles on your clit. Hips picking up pace in time with the kneading. His lips leave your throat capturing a sensitive nipple into his mouth, sucking on it harshly, aiming to overstimulate all of your sensitive spots in tandem. A loud cry falls from your lips, your unoccupied hand flying to your lips in an attempt to muffle the sound, lest Luke and Kieran hear your cries for their boss within their rooms. Noticing the hand you attempt to use to cover your mouth he grabs your wrist pinning it to the mattress next to your ear with the hand that was just overstimulating your clit.

“Sorry sweetie, I want to hear every cry, curse and whimper that falls from those lips, let me hear you kitten.”

He wastes no time returning the pace he had set, loud squelching and your moans filling the room like the sweetest symphony. The coil had been tight in his abdomen, but he would hold out, he wouldn’t allow himself to fall over the edge before you had. He picks up the pace once more, thrusts growing sloppy under the pleasure. His thumb quickens its pace pressing harder against the bundle of nerves. He groans loud and deep feeling your walls slam down on his cock eyes rolling back as whines and whimpers fall from his lips as your own release triggers his own. His body trembles violently as he topples over the edge painting your walls white. He slows his thrusts, body shaking as he overstimulates you both just a little bit before his hips are finally still. He releases your legs, quick to readjust your form wrapping you around him and pressing a long loving kiss to your lips.

Ｒａｆａｙｅｌ － Ｃｏｗｇｉｒｌ

You weren’t sure how long you had been sat here, when your boyfriend had asked if you wanted to sit with him while he finished his painting, you hadn’t envisioned that you would be doing that sat on his lap with his cock nestled deep inside you. Cock warming with Rafayel never ended in just that, his pleading excuse of “It helps me concentrate, cutie, please?” had you falling for it every time. Every shift in his seat, every time he reached over to dip his brush in the paint on his pallet, sent his cock deeper inside your drooling cunt. You were sure he knew it too, felt the way that even plugged with his cock, your arousal still leaked around you both. That he felt it dripping down his skin. You could only hope this was nearly as torturous for him as it was for you. By the sweat forming on his brow, and the way his paintbrush trembled in his grasp, you were sure it was.

And you would be correct.

It wasn’t long until the painting was long forgotten, Rafayel’s lips consuming your own, as if on a mission to lose himself in the embrace. Skilled hands removed your dress with ease, the lingering paint on his skin, staining your own as you hastily removed his shirt. His eyes zeroed in on the colors adorning your skin, a tangible reminder of his touch, he places a hand on your back to steady you, reaching over to coat his hand in the paint that was on his easel. He grips your wrist as he rolls his hips up into your waiting cunt, lips attaching themselves to the delicate skin of your collarbone, kissing a trail up to the shell of your ear. His hot breaths against the sensitive skin has a shiver raking up your spine in his grasp.

“Go on cutie, put your hand in the paint, want you to make a masterpiece on my skin, my muse.”

Grabbing your wrist, he dips your hand in the paint, just as he had done. A desperate whine slips past your lips when he thrusts sharply upward, hands gripping his shoulders, nails sinking into his skin in their grip. Using your hold on him as leverage to keep bouncing on his cock, the paint marking him, the sight of it on his skin makes your head fuzzy. Seeing the remnants of you on him has you touching him more, smearing the paint on his skin. You continue your movements, bouncing on his cock in time with his upward thrusts. Head dipping downward to capture a pebbled nipple between his lips, tongue laving over the bud as the sound of skin against skin fills the studio.

Your thighs tremble from the burn of exertion of your repeated movements. Sensing you were coming to your end, Rafayel comes to your aid. Hands gripping the plush of your hips as he fucks up into you, heels digging into the bar at the bottom of his stool to ground himself as he meets each one of your thrusts with one of his own. He knew your body like the back of his hand, every tremble, every quiver of your cunt, every desperate sound that fell from your lips he could identify as you nearing your end. His mouth switches to pay attention to your opposite nub teeth and tongue giving it the same treatment in time with the push of his hips. Pulling from you with a 'pop' to grit his teeth, baring down to keep his composure before you were able to release before him. He lets you pull him close hips snapping relentlessly thrusts growing sloppy as he feels your walls clamp down on his cock in your release. It sends him hurtling to his own release hips slapping violently against your own as he paints your insides with a loud scream of your name. His thrusts slow making sure he had filled you with every drop he had to offer. Heart racing, as his arms wrap around you and he pulls your trembling form to his chest pressing tender kisses everywhere his lips could reach.

“Such a good girl for me, cutie. Look at you, I think this might just be the most beautiful piece of art I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

Ｃａｌｅｂ － Ｍｉｓｓｉｏｎａｒｙ

Caleb had always thought himself lucky to have spent so much time with you. He had the privilege of watching you grow, being by your side through so many monumental moments in your life. Birthdays, graduations, holidays — he got to spend every last one of them by your side. But the more you both grew older the more he realized you hadn’t seen him the way he had seen you, at least he hadn’t thought so. The way you had always treated him had felt so platonic, with no hope for you to ever see the way he had felt for you For him it was never platonic, being in love with you for longer than he could remember. And now, even as you both hastily pulled your lips from each other only long enough to rid each other’s clothes from your trembling bodies, he couldn’t believe you were finally his.

Caleb had dreamed of this for years. Having you like this, being able to touch you like this, seeing the way your face contorted in pleasure as you trembled beneath him. For once seeing him differently, not the sweet boy from your childhood, but as a man. Could only imagine the delicious way his name would sound not in the way he had always heard it but practically purred when laced with lust-fueled ecstasy. He was basking in it. The way you felt beneath his fingers as you trembled from his touch. Had fisted his cock on lonely nights to the mere thought of ever having you like this. Had spilled into his palm as he finished with your name on his lips.

But now he had you, and he had no plans on letting you go any time soon. He lets out a groan into your neck as he sinks into you, inch by agonizing inch until he was buried balls deep in your awaiting cunt. His eyes roll back at the way you greedily pull him in deeper, the fluttering walls of your cunt urging him to begin to move. He starts with deep shallow thrusts, wanting to savor the feeling of your welcoming walls after so many years of yearning. Needing to feel your deepest parts and enjoy every moment of being connected with you. However, he had his limits and the sweet way you cooed his name as you urged him on has him picking up the pace. His hips setting a steadfast pace, going deeper with each pass, gripping your hips as you call out his name.

He can't help it, the feeling of your velvety walls surrounding him, sucking him in for all he was worth, he throws his head back with another loud groan as he slowly withdraws his hips, pulling back until just the mushroom tip of his cock remains inside. With a perfect snap of his hips, aided by the sheer amount of wetness that had gathered to this point he enters back in with ease before picking up the pace again. His gaze returned to you, only to see how your arm was thrown over your face shielding you from him and muffling the sweet sounds spilling from your lips. Grabbing your wrist, he pins it firmly against the mattress beneath you, striking eyes boring into your own.

“Look at me, pipsqueak. I want you to keep your eyes on me.”

Caleb's voice came out gruff, desperate, as the pads of his fingers sank into the plush of your cheeks — forcing your gaze to remain locked on his own. The nickname you had heard your whole life now took on a different edge, sounding almost foreign to our ears.

“Need to see the look in your eyes as you lose yourself on my cock baby.”

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C*M RIGHT ON ME, I MEAN CAMARADERIE ☆

☆ sum. what’s bed chem? where they like to finish inside, when you both arrive at the same time, and the thermostat’s set at six-nine. toji, nanami, choso, gojo, sukuna.

warnings. fem! reader, established relationships, unprotected, premature ejac, lots of cúmplay, ōral (m! receiving), praise, dirty talk, overstim, impact play, squírting, bōob job, manhandling, size kink, spít, brēeding kink.

☆ NANAMI KENTO - TUMMY.

nanami was a gentleman—he didn’t mind filling you up, but he’d rather prefer to paint your tummy instead. he’d always have you in missionary too, giving you deep passionate strokes whilst he’s buried nose deep near the crook of your neck. “sweetheart, you’re doin’ so good,” he softly rasps as blond tresses of hair glue against his perspiring skin. with just how close he was—you feel his husky pants ghost against your skin, nearly tasting his loud rosemary cologne scent. “mmh, missed you all day at work. had a boner in my meeting ‘n everything.”

“y- yeah?” you pant right with him, weak arms wrapping around his broad narrow shoulders. nanami’s so slow that it’s almost painful, trying to make every thrust count. you’re slathering his entire cock with nothing but your slippery slick, hearing the weeping sloshes purr from beneath your folds. he was hitting you good, and the back of your ankles find themselves running down his chiseled back. with a sheepish smile—you meet his mahogany-eyed gaze, moaning put sweet nothings. “you weren’t thinkin’ about me in your meeting, were you ‘ken?”

“ah,” he grunts, “you know i was, sweetheart,” and he’s staring at you with the most warmest expression. his soft fawn eyes linger on you the entire time and he brings a tender kiss near the twitching corner of your mouth. “all i think about is you,” he kisses near underneath your chin. “only you,” and you moan once he sneaks a hand down between your sprawled open thighs, giving your stuffed pussy a loving pat. “and of course her.”

nanami’s pace slowly accelerated as he moved— you can’t help but drag your nails down his back, clinging onto him for dear life. “fuck,” your head falls back against the cushioned pillow that’s laid directly behind you. his hips, they were delicious.

nanami pounds into you in such a romantic way, and yet his thrusts were far more crude. he knew how to fuck, and he knew how to hit all the right spots to make you gasp. “kento, ohmygod,” you’d whine out his name constantly in sweet repeated syllables. “faster, ‘s okay, fuck me. fuck m- me.”

“such a naughty mouth my wife has,” he whispers, and his voice pitches—growing a bit raspy. he’s driving fat inches into you, jaggedly crashing his hips into you again and again. you moan, feeling strands of his hair tickle against your forehead. “oughta clean it,” his voice goes even lower, and the bass that lives on his tone makes you throb. he feels it—your spongy insides desperately convulsing around him. nanami cups your chin, pressing a wet chaste kiss against your lips. “faster, hm? ‘s that what you want, my love?”

as your eyes start to flicker back, rolling toward the very depths of your cranium—you whimper, babbling out pathetic whiny cries by this point. “y- yes, faster please ‘ken. need it, fuck me.”

his body sticks against yours practically - skin against skin, and he’s attached to you like velcro.

your cunt’s soaking him fully and it makes him bite the inside of his hollow cheek. nanami reaches onto the wooden-made headboard with a single burly arm, and you moan at the sight of his bulging muscles flexing from his grasp. “i see you checking me out, honey,” he chuckles, his hips bucking even quicker. you whimper once his cock kisses up against your clit. it scratches such a carnal itch in your brain that makes your thighs almost collapse. fuck, he found the spot, he found that spot and now you were sure your brain was short-circuiting. fuzziness coils at your brain before you cutely try to paw your hands at his arms. “go ‘head. feel me up, sweetheart. these muscles belong all to you.”

as your hands feel against his brick hard muscles, nanami’s blond brows contort into a furrow once he feels a sudden familiar strain. “oh, god,” and you feel this pace gradually slow down. he bites his lip, still holding onto the headboard while another hand grips your waist. “honey, you’re gonna make a mess out of me again, fuck.”

nanami rarely swears—but when he does, it makes you throb. he tries not to, but whenever he’s stuffed deep inside of your cunt, he can’t help it. you’re clinging onto him with your pretty thighs wrapped around his slim waist. “cum, ‘ken.” you moan, flimsy arms wrapping around his tense shoulders. nanami’s weight hovers over you completely, and he feels your finger twirl against his faint blond chest hair. he huskily groans, giving you those last final deep strokes before shooting complete blanks.

with quickness, nanami pulls his cock out— and he sprays globs of satiny ribbons right on your bare tummy. he groans as his pink lips purse together and he’s shaking. your pussy’s so soaked, and he only imagined what would happen if he came inside. the thought purged his mind—flooding his thoughts, and he takes a few seconds before collapsing right on your chest.

“are you alright?” he pants, resting his chin between your breasts. for a faint moment, you see him pouting and you kiss his forehead. a sheepish grin spreads against his lips before you feel him softly pressing down on your tummy. “i wasn’t too harsh, was i?”

“again, kento,” you playfully coo, and he’s taken by surprise once you suddenly get up, lightly shoving him on his back. landing with a quiet ‘oof,’ nanami falls back against the bed with a timid look in his eyes, allowing you to straddle his lap. “this time, inside though.”

“yes ma’am,” he replies in a cheeky tone, still sweating as he brings his broad bare hands toward your waist. “let’s see if you can handle me, sweetheart,” and you moan once he abruptly spanks your ass, leaning in to whisper against your ear. “your move.”

☆ CHOSO KAMO - TITS.

“get on your knees,” choso mumbles, remembering you wanted him to be a bit more rough whenever it came to intimate activities. he’s got the biggest pout though as he’s stroking himself awkwardly, a pout twisting against his pink lips. “…please,” he murmurs quietly, watching as you got down on your knees, reaching an arm behind you to unclasp your bra. choso’s already panting as he gawks, swollen round thumb grazing up against his veiny bulging cock. “good girl, good.”

“you remember what to do next, baby?” you sweetly hum, cupping each of your springy tits. god, you looked so pretty. choso loved finishing on your chest. after you demonstrated to him what a ‘boob job’ was, he became obsessed. sure, he liked finishing inside too but he always preferred this—spraying creamy ropes near your breasts, and his favorite part was to always shove his cock in between them.

you taught him a lot, and maybe he was far dirtier than you expected.

with a nod, he continues to pump his cock into his hand before groaning out a, “mhm,” and he kisses his teeth. already, he was close. you drove him crazy - you and him both knew that, and it makes him get harder at realizing how big of a mess he’s about to make - on you.

choso’s cock was so pretty — it’s long, and stands tall right before your eyes. your eyes rove at how it’s got a slight left lazy curve due to how heavy it was, as well as having a prodding vein running down the middle of his shaft. you can’t help but lean in, lapping your tongue against the vein as you bounce your doughy twin mounds with the palm of your hands. “f- fuck, baby you’re teasin’ me,” he moans, a hand of his grabbing onto the top of your head. dewy eyes of yours slowly glance up at him and you hum, licking a long playful stripe right down from his swollen tip until you reach his shaven base. “ah, you don’t wanna wait, do you? should i just—”

“go ‘head, ‘cho,” you coo, twiddling your thumbs against the sensitive nubs of your nipples. doing so, you make yourself twitch between your legs and you moan, giving his achy tip a quick kiss.

“o- okay,” he swallows thickly, and his breaths become more and more shallow. choso’s abs tighten and clench and you watch how a single drop of sweat races down the very center. he’s got the prettiest expressions. his lip quivers before he gnaws on it, letting off a soft whine at the tightening pressure that’s arising against his cock. “baby, tell me if it’s too much,” he mumbles with pouty lips, and that’s when he aligns his shaft in between your jiggling breasts. a perfect fit, he moans immediately once you sit up with a teasing smile, circling your tits around repeatedly. “fuck, keep doin’ that. touch yourself, uh huh.”

as your hands cling onto your plump breasts, he’s slowly thrusting his dick in between your tits. you feel that same prodding vein that runs against his shaft against your skin and you sigh. “cum, choso. give it t’ me.” you softly utter, never breaking eye contact. choso practically had heart eyes — only you could talk to him like that and make him entirely weak. he lets off a sweet elongated moan, watching with saucer-wide eyes as his hardened dick’s gradually disappearing in between the valley of your breasts.

“ngh, ‘m cumming,” he groans in a low voice, inhaling his final sharp breath. as choso’s nostrils flare up, it’s only then that he abruptly cums on your chest, painting the upper part of your frame with his creamy white color. “mmh, shit,” his head tosses back, and his dick finally grows flaccid. choso’s soft now, and his tip’s still the same rosy white, streams and streams of speedily dribbling from the sides. he’s huffing as a bit of it plops on your cheek and you swipe a thumb against it, lapping it right up. “baby, you’re s- so dirty.”

“for you,” you reply in a honeyed tone, leaning in more to slowly swirl your tongue around his throbbing crowned tip. foaming minuscule bubbles ooze from the reddened head of his cock and he groans, still feeling the euphoric after effects of his body. the sensitivity of it all feels good, and it leaves an unforgettable sweet taste in his mouth. you’re still on your knees and as he’s coated the entire parts of your tits with spurts of hot dripping cum. you lick your lips, giving his tip one more kiss. “you did so good, baby. good boy.”

with his dick still in hand, his eyes widen at your praise and it’s so cute—he’s got literal heart eyes forming before his pout returns.

“… say that again,” he gruffs, a thumb delicately smearing against your glossed lips. you were covered in his mess, and he only wanted to do it more. “please, say that again.”

with a sheepish smile, you hum. “good boy?”

“mm,” he moans from just your words, and you gasp once he suddenly lifts you up. choso’s panting, and you realize he’s leading you toward the bedroom. “i- i need to show you just how much of a ‘good boy’ i can be. h-heh.”

☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO - INSIDE.

“fuuckk, dunno who’s the bigger slut right now, baby girl. you or these. damn. hips.” toji groans, enunciating each virile thrust.

raven shaggy strands block his semi-blurred eyesight as his own sculptured hips continue to punctuate each hit against your very core. you’re moaning until the cords in your throat goes strained—he’s got you laid flat on the bed. ass up, face down.

his favorite, toji loved his doggystyle.

not only did he love it though, he was fucking mean. each jackhammering clap of his hips sends you whiplash as multiple breaths snatch out from your throat. “yeaaahhh, take it. fuckin’ take it. move that ass against me, don’t be lazy,” he grunts, verdant eyes peering at the doughy globes of your rear jerk and toss back against him. with a swatting hand going towards your left ass cheek, he grabs your hip with another. “oh, c’mon. you can move quicker than that big girl. thought you could take me.”

“hngh, i can,” you mewl out, hearing your own cunt retaliate against his teasing. he’s buried so deep that the crown of his cock’s just sloppily making out with your cervix. so big, the crooked stretch of his dick always makes you drool, aching for more within each pivotal stroke. you feel a scarred thumb of his caress down the juncture of your jittery waist as your cheek smushes up against your pillow. “toji, you’re jus’ fuckin’ big.”

“watch that mouth,” he swats a palm against your ass again, making you moan. the bed beneath you both wails out a plethora of groans, sounding as if it the headboard was about to shatter into a million pieces. the cocky authority in his low deep voice makes your cunt twitch — and oh, does he feel it. “cute, strugglin’ ‘ta take me ‘n yet your pussy’s tellin’ me something else,” and once he leans further in, his chest brushing up against your back, he’s even deeper. toji’s swollen fat crown massages through your walls and you whimper, feeling his hand softly wrap around your throat. “you’re soaking me, you know that? ‘n you said you weren’t even that wet, liar. .”

your eyes gradually droop once he creeps his hand up toward your face, popping two fingers into your mouth. “put that bratty fuckin’ mouth to use,” a husky voice whispers against the shell of your ear. you happily take his two digits, swirling your tongue around the thickness of them both whilst he’s still ruthlessly pounding you. your ass sticks up in the air and he groans, continuing to hump his hips achingly against your backside. “fuck, good girl. get my fingers wet. gonna shove ‘em right in this sloppy pussy later,” and he hears you let off a sweet needy coo. spanking your cunt with his free hand, he licks near your neck. “oh? you’d like that, huh doll?”

shamelessly, you nod at his words and he darkly chuckles. cute, even with your throat being stuffed with his fingers. and you’re nothing but a mess too. strings of spit drizzle down the inner crevices of your mouth as your tongue curls around his fingers. “shit, y’er gonna make me cum,” his breath grows shaky, and he hears your pussy starting to whine out airy moans of itself. gummy flesh sticks against each other from each thrust and it’s hard. both gripping mounds of skin clash amongst each other at full force and the impact rings through your ears. toji groans, feeling his full base starting to tighten and his jaw clenches. “gotta make this tummy plump again, just … gotta,” and his hips dramatically buck, plummeting every length inch inside of your sopping sweet cunt. “f- fuck!”

toji gets humbled by his own release before he cums—and he groans. that final merciless shimmy of his hips rigidly sealing the deal. within seconds, he’s cumming—emitting out masses of thick slimy ropes that quickly sprays the inner lining of your pussy. your mouth’s still full of his fingers and your lashes flap, eyelids becoming insignificantly heavy. you weakly grind your hips back on him and toji’s loudly grunting. “god, i need .. a minute,” and a drop of sweat races down his sculpted v-line. a hand combs through his shaggy unkempt hair as he’s still pumping you with such salacious virility. “ugh. gonna get ya pregnant at this rate. swollen all u-up,” and his voice falters once his cock finally finishes it’s sloppy spurts.

you felt warm, a few remnants of cum tear and ooze down the undersides of your thighs—he came that much, and you only wanted more. whenever toji came inside, he’d always think about making your tummy round ‘n plump again.

“t- tojiii,” you whine, his fingers popping out of your mouth. he slowly scissors his fingers together, glancing at the glistening trail of saliva you’ve gifted his digits before he gradually pulls his cock out. your thighs were sprawled open and you could just feel his dangerous eyes bore into your back. “fuck, ‘m full.”

“good,” he rasps, smearing a fat thumb down your drooling clit. velvety ropes of cum—globs of it leak out from your folds and you’re just stupidly smothered into the pillows - fucked entirely stupid. toji’s chest heaves in and out before he brings his thumb up to his scarred lips, getting a taste for himself. “hn. not bad. now roll that ass over, baby. ‘m not done givin’ you a good fill.”

☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN - ASS.

sukuna rarely pulls out but when he does, he likes to finish on your ass.

he loves more than anything to spank you until you’re whining from the swatting stings, constantly moaning out his name until your voice wears itself thin.

“your pussy’s always so weak,” he snarls, submissively having you on all fours. his chambers were quiet - minus the loud smacks of bodies clapping against each other every few thrusts.

his hips were maddened—he’s got you face down, fat cheek shoved into the silky made sheets with your tongue lolled out of your mouth. “ ‘s a shame, thought i trained it well,” the demon tsks, and your tummy curls once you feel his turgid tip swivel around your spongy insides. riiiight there, he hits every spot, feeling you slather all nth inches of his dick with your honeyed slick.

crimson red eyes peer at how well his dick continues to disappear within your walls—over and over, you’re gripping down on him like a vice and it makes him hiss. “there we go. there’s that pathetic squeeze,” and you moan, feeling him reach down to maneuver evil circles against your cunt. so sensitive, you writhe back against his hips and his forked tongue licks against the inside of your neck. “aw, someone’s pussy needed some lovin’ too, huh,” and as his warm breath ghosts against your skin, his thrusts grow sloppier. you shudder, feeling beads of sweat race down the cracked valley of your ass.

“suku—”

“quiet, woman,” he shushes you, a sharp nail softly grazing down your skin. you moan, taking in every lengthy inch until your toes curled. sukuna’s hips were just downright brutal—you were gasping as he moved, his pace growing completely crazed and relentless. you could barely keep up, and although he’d never say it aloud because his pride wouldn’t let him, he found it adorable. as his hands continue to toy against your stuffed squelching cunt, he groans against your ear. “hear that?” he purrs against your skin, each saturated slosh getting louder than the next, a wolffish grin curls against his lips. “you wait your turn to speak, right now it’s hers.”

your eyes were already starting to roll back, he’s hitting you deep, and that crooked curve of his cock makes you salivate everytime. “o- ooh,” you’d whimper out, feeling the fabric of his kimono tickle against your skin from each swift movement he makes. his angry tip smacks against your clit and it’s just so rude - hitting and slapping away repeatedly until your brain’s complete mush. he was right though - you were incredibly wet. your pussy was more of a crybaby than you were. the sloshing sounds pour out from your cunt bounce off the regal walls of his royal chambers and that’s when you shriek. “ ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum ‘kuna—fuck.”

“thought i told ya to keep quiet, princess,” bruising your pulsating clit continuously until you’re seeing nothing but stars. your vision glimmers, and you can see the entire galaxy, all from his deep, deep thrusts. “but, fine,” and the curse groans, knowing he was reaching his monumental high too. sukuna’s giving you his all, his pace was insanity, insane—just like he was.

his skin glues against yours after each hard ferocious thrust, sharp smacks swatting against your skin. “fuck, better take it,” and you moan once he spanks your ass again. “i didn’t tell you to stop arching, little girl. keep up.”

you moan, his swollen fat ridge of his cock continuing to drag in and out of your dripping cunt, screaming out cute squelching ‘pop’s until you’ve just about had it. here it comes, you prepare a long breath before you end up squirting right down on his cock. you’re squeezing around him tightly, clamping against him and he grunts before shortly following your lead. sukuna’s hips get sloppy, and by this point he’s just humping you from behind.

“k- kuna, fuck,” you whimper, growing quiet once clods of frothy white cum start to bubble down the sides of his thick shaft. veins prod from each sides as he’s filling you up, and it’s so much. you’re salivating, feeling his hands claw up and down your body — a wordless indication that you’re his and his alone. both of you groan in unison and as you finish gushing out on him, sukuna grunts.

“good,” he murmurs, glancing down at the translucent ring that starts to form around his full base. you’re sopping wet, so much that it’s almost pathetic. even more now that he’s gave you his cum, and sukuna watched as you bawl your empty hands into the ivory colored sheets, making a cute attempt at trying to crawl away.

“runnin’ away so soon? get back here,” he purrs, and you moan once he drags you back with his hips, a low chuckle leaving from his lips. sukuna licks down your spine before a wide thumb smears against your cunt. your folds still ooze with sultry cum before he playfully bites against your neck. “you’re still weak. pussy needs more training,” and you gasp once he leans further in, pulling your hips back down once you tried to sit up.

“now, arch girl.”

☆ GOJO SATORU - MOUTH.

whenever you go down on satoru, he’s just so pretty.

leave it to him to always make the most sluttiest facial expressions, while moaning out even sluttier moans. his long, slender fingers grip against your hair, tugging at your scalp lightly as your head continues to bobble.

“oh, fuck. that’s it baby. god, you ‘n that mouth,” he huffs, and you can hear his tone shake once you teasingly skim your tongue down the side of his cock. streams of saliva pour past the corners of your lips as he’s encouraging you to go faster and faster. thin snowy brows compress together and he even bites down on his bottom lip, flexing his perfectly chiseled muscles all because of you. satoru’s right thigh starts to bounce and he grunts, hearing the sloshing wet sounds—the way you take him fully in your mouth. his flushed tip continues to thwack back against your uvula and he hears you moaning yourself, despite it being muffled. “mhm, use that tongue. don’t be shy, wanna see you do that thing again, b- baby. spit on it.”

departing your lips from his dick, you take a second to breathe—satoru watches with dilated pupils and needy eyes, cupping your chin. “go on,” his bottom lip quivers, and although he’s trying to keep up his tough dominate act, he’s already pouting. you have a smug smile, positioning your spit-slick lips toward his crimson tip, before gathering up a nice amount of saliva. lustrous strings tug from your lips, landing on the head of his cock and he grunts—you go back to sucking him off again with a few croaking sounds leaving the back of your throat. his tip’s fat, his girth even fatter. it reaches all the way inside of your mouth, until your pretty cheeks were all puffed and full. “god, you’re so fuckin’ nasty, baby,” he starts to whine, and he can feel himself getting close - too close. with low half lidded eyes, he watches as you use a hand to stroke up and down his length, sliding your tongue all around his twitching veins that print on his hardened cock.

satoru’s legs were about to collapse—he felt it. there’s a lump growing in the back of his throat as he watches you, sloppily thrusting his hips into your mouth. “talk s- so much, all you needed was dick ‘ta keep you fed, huh?” and even his dirty talk’s becoming whiny. you had him weak, he’s feeling himself tighten and he groans once your eyes meet his. you’re so smug, he hates it - but it secretly turns him on. your pace grows relentless. as he continues to have a big hand gripped on the back of your head, making you go even further down—he lets off a gasping wheeze. “shit, ‘m gonna cum. ugh, gonna cum baby,” and as his breath starts to grow more shallow, he uses another hand to stroke your cheek. “c- can i fill up this mouth again, angel? pretty please?”

“mmph,” you nod, finding your own hand creeping down between your legs to touch yourself. you were soaked, briefly drooling from the crevices of your thighs with slick. satoru’s breath hitches before his weak pumps inside of your throat starts to get slower and slower.

the second he cums—he lets off a maddened growl. it’s cute, it shoots out in thick ropes that paint all over your tongue. it was a lot too, his poor swollen tip’s all red as you’re letting him fill your mouth with such bittersweet heaps of cum. he perfectly paints near the roof of your mouth too. satoru’s face twists as he’s dumping everything out—he’s got the cutest expression, but with the way he’s panting and moaning loudly, it’s even more lewd.

his brows furrow and he’s still trying to pump his flaccid dick into you, he wraps a hand around it before letting off a shivering groan. “that’s a g- good girl,” he says through clenched teeth, slowly dragging his cock away from your lips. he loved seeing you like this, on your knees with your lips all swollen and plump. “hah, don’t swallow yet baby. let ‘toru get a good look first.”

as your knees bury into the soft minuscule fibers that make up the carpet floor, he cups a hand under your chin. your cheeks were still full and round, storing such amounts of his candied seed before he leans down. “say ah,” he demands in a shaky tone, watching as you immediately pry open your mouth. satoru feels his dick twitch at the sight of how he poured so much down your throat, tiny velvety bubbles bubbling all around. “good. . good girl,” and he finally tells you to swallow, ogling once you take in, savoring every bittersweet drop. a thumb briskly swipes against your damp lips slowly before he inhales a sharp breath, lowering himself to your head level. “now gimme a kiss. don’t be g- greedy, i want a taste too.”

once you lean in to kiss him—he moans right inside your mouth, luxuriating in the taste of himself lingering on his tongue. satoru tastes minty, a coolly mint taste forevermore stays on his tastebuds. “fuck,” he groans between sloppy kisses, and you feel his hands slither around your waist. they go toward your ass, giving it a nice squeeze and hearing you cutely gasp. once your mouth opens just a bit more, he delves his long tongue down your throat. satoru keeps moaning in your mouth, and that’s when you feel him starting to grind himself against you. his cock that now hangs was so soft, tears of dried cum pathetically leaking from the sides. with loud lips and teeth clashing amongst each other, he abruptly stands up again, wrapping a hand around his cock. “ngh, tongue. stick it out again, baby.”

you do, lolling it out and he whispers out a ‘fuck,’ once he sees your own drool streaming down your chin, landing on your tits. such a tease, satoru scoffs with a pout before bringing his achy cock up to your lips. “s- still hungry?” the white haired man asks with a quivering lip, smacking his tip against your tongue. you moan, the loud echoey slaps from his dick slapping on your tongue. you give him a nod and he’s got a sleazy grin, staring at your cute attempts to try and suck him off again. “heh, ‘course you are. such a cock drunk baby,” and with one more smack against your twitching tongue with his swollen tip, he starts to ease his way down your tight throat again. groaning, he huffs.

“n- now open niiiiice ‘n wide, baby. ‘m gonna give you that full, all you can eat, f- fuck.”

[nochepsicodelica]

Just thoughts of Toji being the most clingy, obsessed, bear boyfriend ever. You could be getting up from the couch to go get something to snack on from the kitchen and he'll hum and click his tongue like that's a no no, not even looking up at you when you stand, as he asks "where are you going?" in his deep voice. It makes you sit down again, but if he feels you're even an inch off from where you sat before, he'll fix that so quickly, bringing you right back to where you were, thigh to thigh with him.

Even when you're sleeping he likes to keep you attached to him. He either tangles his legs with yours or puts his leg over your hip when he's spooning you. If you're sleeping facing him, he keeps a hand on your back and digs his palm in so that you're pressed as close as you can comfortably be against him.

Oh, but mornings are a task and a half with him. It's hard enough to escape his arms because when you do manage to get out, he catches you by the hem of your shirt, not caring if it gets stretched out, and pulls you right back into his arms and doubles down on strapping you tightly in his hold by wrapping his forearm around your bare waist and keeping one of your legs locked between his. He grunts when you successfully escape, and roll out of bed. He's squinting, barely opening his sleep ridden eyes to look at you, yet he's dead set on luring you back into bed with him. He taps his hand on the space directly in front of him and mumbles a low "Come back" that brings you back, even if it made you roll your eyes. If you don't get back into bed, he follows you around all grumpy and groggy. Rests his chin in his palm all sleepy as he sits down and watches you make breakfast.

Speaking of food, he will not get out of the way when you're cooking. He's that attached to you. You're cutting vegetables and he has his arms wrapped around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head. If you cut yourself because you're trying to move too fast, he's dragging you over to the kitchen sink to rinse off the cut and wrapping your finger in a paper towel just for the time it takes him to run to the bathroom and get a bandaid. Will mumble into your ear, telling you to slow down when you start rushing your chopping again. Hums into your neck as you put all the prepped ingredients into a big pot. He ignores the stressed sighs you let out as you try to jump from space to space with him latched onto your back. King of "can I try it?" You tell him no and every five minutes he goes "can I try it now?" "How about now?" "Smells good. Now?"

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During sex, he likes getting all the skin to skin he can get with you. Doggy style? He's leaning his body over your back and holding onto your tits as he rams into you. You're riding him? He has his hands on your hips, his forearms resting on your thighs. During missionary, he runs his hands all over your body, but since he wants to look at you as you lose your mind over how he fucks you, he refrains from leaning into you unless it's for the purpose of kissing or marking up your body. Loves prone bone because he gets to weigh you down and slowly make love to you while whispering sweet nothings into your ear in that honey-like voice.

Yeah... just Toji being a suffocating, clingy bear.

[thalwri]

STUFF ME!

synopsis: your mission to collect intel on an auction seems to be going well until sylus catches an unexpected jealous streak.

warnings: porn no plot, couch sex, creampie, super loud possessive sex

wc: 1,2k

sylus was not a jealous man. he wasn’t.

he knew himself as a well assured person without much that could deter him. he knew you were capable of handling yourself well in any situation and that you were loyal to him just as he was to you.

but for some reason he couldn’t figure out why he felt a small agitating tick in his neck when he watched your flirt with an auctioneer to gather information for him. the way you smiled at him, the fact that his grimy hands touched you on your arm, his mere presence within your vicinity– it was maddening.

and that was why– just a floor above the auction hall in your hotel suite– he was balls deep inside you.

you hadn’t even managed to reach the bedroom before your clothes slipped off, your lips were attached to each other, and your hands wandered all over to places only you two had the privilege of touching.

your nails were deep enough to make sylus’ back bleed for how hard he was ploughing into you. his face was buried in your pretty breasts, swollen with arousal and slick from his tongue sucking harsh love bites onto you, bounced with each slap of your hips snapping together.

“sy– wait–“ you hiccuped but your pleas fell to deaf ears. you were overstimulated, overwhelmed and yet so hungry for more.

that relentless goal to drill his cock into you and stuff you until you were only capable of saying his name drove you insane. you didn’t think he’d get this jealous. you didn’t even know it was possible.

“i didn’t like– ah– how he was looking at you.” halfway through the route to painting you with his cum for the second time, sylus’s jealousy had long faded. now he was just relishing in enjoying you– enjoying the process of bringing you to exhaustion just from pleasuring you.

he gave your lips a long sloppy kiss, imagining torturing your clit with his tongue and feeling your walls tighten around his fingers. he knew how much you loved it, and he loved seeing you squirm. your tongues swirled and bumped, leaving you both so wet and hot.

“wanted– fuck, sy– wanted you to–“ you were babbling at that point reaching orgasm number three, all while feeling empty because he decided to punish you by cumming on you instead of deep inside knowing how much you loved it. he was being so, so cruel. leaving you so soaked with your only way of leaking on him is with your own slick and the ring of cream decorating his thick cock.

your back arched just as he bullied his tip consistently at that deliciously vicious pace right on your sweet, sensitive spot. and yet, it felt so tender at the same time. his lips peppered your skin like butterflies tickling your skin, his thumbs massaged your hips while his grip tightened in the gradual slip to lose control. 

“so warm,” his hips pounded into yours at your favourite angle to the point where his heavy sacks were slapping your skin, making that familiar wet plap! plap! plap! noise with the squelches of your soaked pussy being rammed into. “you looked so good tonight, sweetie.”

you couldn’t do anything other than moan out, clawing your nails on his back, fruitlessly sucking on the muscle of his shoulder to not be so loud. the walls weren’t that thick and if room service came by to deliver the meals you had preordered earlier that night, they’d hear the most obscene sounds imaginable. 

the most lewd cries and babbling rambles escaping your pretty lips.

“gonna– gonna cu– god, please sy!” you whined as your walls clenched around his cock for the nth time that night. if your teeth weren’t clamped onto his shoulder you wouldn’t have seen him almost vibrate from the feeling of your pussy almost sucking the cum right out of him. 

“don’t worry– f-fuck–“ he moaned, slowly drawing back to plough his cock back into your weeping cunny. now he was just being mean. his eyes were slowly rolling back as he neared his edge. “ ‘m close too.”

it was just too good to pull out, too good to torture you more and more when he could sink deep in you nice and snug and decorate your walls like a fucking picasso. he just knew that image would beat any form of art. and that was just a loud reminder of how he was completely at your mercy. everything you wanted, he would give.

if his eyes could form heart shapes, he’d be the most love drunk, pussy drunk sucker that would do anything and everything for you. he wanted to spend hours tending to your needs and desires and satiating your insatiable greed for him.

his hand reached down to your aching clit to mercilessly rub circles and pinch at it like his favourite toy. a whimper slipped through your lips from the friction of your wetness between your clit and his fingers. if his relentless pounding wasn’t enough to tip you over the edge you were sure the stimulation to your raw bud would make you pass out.

your babbles turned into complete incomprehensible nonsense mixed with your lewd, slutty moans sounding like a symphony to sylus, just enough to give you one final thrust to bring you to an intense, explosive climax.

a hoarse cry ripped from your throat as your head threw back from the sheer pleasuring force, driving you into a pleasure-fuelled craze. not seconds after, thick hot cum spurted into you like a current washing into a shore.

your fluttering cunny took his seed squeezing around his cock to milk all of it out of him until he shot countless blanks. sylus continued to pound his cum deep into you, fucking you both through your orgasms.

felt so fucking good– so disrespectfully raw and nasty that you felt your stomach tighten and your hips buck against his, squelching the excess cum all over the couch. 

as the thrill began to ebb away, your breathless pants evened out. you moved your hands to stroke sylus’ back in bliss, kissing all the areas you brutally marked and bit him. sylus gently returned the gesture with his massages around your hips, cock still hard, twitching and throbbing, leaking his cum into you.

“i got intel,” you murmured. he groaned into your neck, and indication for you to say more. “the auction’s a dud. the weapons are all rip offs.”

a deep chuckle rumbled into your skin. “knew it.” his grip on your hips tightened as he readjusted his position on the couch to throw your legs onto you before trapping you beneath him with his cock twitching with fervent desire.

“good job, sweetie,” he pecked your lips with satisfaction then kissed you again, swiping your swollen lips with his tongue. “i think i’ll take care of getting intel from now on.”

it was safe to say you weren’t going to go back to that auction. or leave the suite until you were stuffed to the brim.

a/n: lemme feed you guys some good straight up smut

[webism]

pornstar!nanami, who has a ritualistic approach to his job—go in, deliver a stellar performance, give his co-star a real orgasm, get paid. he gets a lot of action out of his job, and rarely seeks out... personal trysts.

but pornstar!nanami meets you in a bar, as cliche as it is, and whiskey-dick must be a myth because there's no way he could ever struggle to get it up when you look like that. and he's a gentleman, he swears it, but the sight of you in even the most simple of situations makes him want to be a bad man—do bad things.

pornstar!nanami who buys you a drink and somehow convinces you, in your heavenly stature, to come home with him. he feels like a virgin all over again, wracked with excitement and electric nerves all the same. he feels bad for being so forward with you, but he'll make you breakfast in the morning to make up for his degrading lust.

pornstar!nanami who just can't wait to get home, despite you agreeing to come spend the night. he's upset with the lewd forefront of his mind, but doesn't give himself long to lecture his own self before he's urging you into the dingy bathroom and attaching his lips to yours.

pornstar!nanami who wants to be a sweetheart, wants to swoon you, but his dick is just too hard and the noise you make when his hand swats your ass is too good to deny himself. he's so used to a camera crew being present when he's having sex that bending you over the sink and kneeling down to eat you out from behind feels more intimate than filthy.

pornstar!nanami who makes you cum on his tongue in record time: he has the practice after all. you're a shaking mess of moans when he finally stands straight to meet your gaze in the mirror. who smiles at the way you already look so fucked out, and he's hardly had his way with you yet.

pornstar!nanami who thinks your moans are made for porn when he turns you and pins you against the bathroom door—the one that doesn't lock—to catch your lips in a hot and messy kiss that has you dizzy already. before you can register his movements, he's hoisting your legs up to wrap around his waist and pushing into you with a torturous ease, like he's fucking made to fill you.

pornstar!nanami who, as he starts to thrust into you, letting your back hit the door with each snap of his hips, keeps thinking about how miserable taking his next job will be. how's he supposed to dramatise pleasure when he's felt something as perfect as you? clenching around him, each gasp you take from his breath as he fucks you to the edge of pleasure and back. nothing is going to compare.

pornstar!nanami who starts to ramble, his mind reeling with need and pleasure and want and everything on the path to infatuation. "you're so petty wrapped around my cock like this," he grunts, fucks into you faster, deeper. "fuck, i dont believe in fate but—shit—this... god i'm made for you. just for you."

pornstar!nanami whose words force you both over the edge, and you cum in blissful unison. eyes squeezed shut and kento's teeth sinking gently into the skin of your shoulder as he empties his balls. he debates telling you what he does, inviting you to film with him for a private shoot, something for him to keep and lock away for his eyes only.

pornstar!nanami who watches as you melt into his arms, eyes wide and watching every beautiful feature of his face as he stays seated inside of you. you're about to part your lips and admit that you know who he is, that you've seen him a hundred times before when the night is dark and your fingers slip into your panties at the sight of him on your phone screen, that you'd do anything to see him again, that you'd star for him, do anything he'd ask... when there's a knock on the bathroom door :)

[xcherryc2x]

The roles have been reversed. Toji Fushiguro is your landlord…..How do you pay rent with no money???

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"Slower…slower…unggghhhh…please go s-slower"

The whole bed is rocking back and forth. You swear it's an earthquake in your room. The ceiling light looks like it could fall any moment right onto you both

The man whose fucking you is so huge. His dick is fucking you up, it hurts so good.

he knows you secretly like it rough, which is why he doesn't take all your whining seriously. He always wants to see just how much more can you take.

You didn't really have a choice here. He's gonna keep ramming his thick cock into your tight cunt like there's no tommrow

Your moans get muffled by the pillow your holding onto for life. Although your relationship with this man may be undeclared, you are definitely sure about one thing, he has an insatiable sex drive

"Toji l'm begging you.. no more. we already did it in the morning"

It's true, he had dropped by unexpectedly right when you woke up earlier today, demanding you strip and bend over.

But considering the short time between then and now. Your whole body is much more sensitive reacting to each and everyone of his naughty touches.

He’s going to fast and hard, he's just ignoring your pleading, you're begging him to be more gentle

But instead he just keeps thrusting and leans down, holding you by your chin to kiss your puffy lips, with so much lust, this is his best attempt to shut you up. He loves the way you look back at him

His tight squeeze on your butt is making red indentations. You just wish his grip was a bit less aggressive, you weren't gonna run away or anything, you know there is no way to escape this tank of a man

"Stop... *squelch* ..complaing *squelch* ...when this hungry hole of yours can't seem to let me go" his heavy breaths combine with his low laughing.

"...you fucking whore"

The way he dominates over you "puts you in your place" ...has made you develop a certain attachment to him

Between his degrading responses, he leaves hickeys all over your nape and soft shoulders even biting the side of your neck, causing you to clench your pussy, suffocating his massive cock. He groans and moans softly, bucking his hips with more force.

He's desperate to do his favourite thing as of late. Filling up your greedy cunt with his creamy cum. He knows your desperate you are for it too. They way your toes curl right when you orgasm and your body shivers expecting him to finish right with you. You're just waiting for him to cum inside.

This is how you pay your landlord and you're ashamed of it.

The sex was so mind blowing that you never really had the chance to really think about what you were really doing

But in reality your body was being used...used by the most sexiest man you have ever laid eyes on. You find everything about him attractive, to the way he talks to how good he is at aftercare

But you often wonder, how will you ever develop or even create a proper relationship if he only sees you to fuck you, and the way he fucks you makes you incapable to speak after...every single time.

You just wish you had money so you could pay him real payments.

But your a full time college student, broke with no time for a job

You've tried to talk to him about this before but they way he always undresses you with his eyes just makes you forget anything that was ever in your mind.

After he finishes in you, you sigh in relief, maybe now's your chance to talk

"Toji, I-I was thinking about getting a job or something...u-uh so I could like pay you for real"

You don't move to face him. You choose to stay in the ass up face down position he's left you in, he's finally taking his big hands off your poor butt

But he keeps his dick inside of you as he whispers into your ear,

"you're my slut, so I don't need the money"

You do not respond. You're shameless pussy does all the talking instead. It started to pulse and twitch around his dick. Causing him to smirk at your reaction

He starts moving again, this time at a more manageable pace, making you feel every vien on his dick rub inside your walls

But alas, you do not have much strength left as you realiz hands are once again on your back holding you up, preventing you from collapsing

"You get tried so quickly baby...try your best to keep up"

how can he say that while he hasn't given you a proper break since you started??

You are no stranger to Toji's strength, after all he uses so much of it on you. Carrying you bridal style, holding you up against the wall, using his buff arms to trap you close. You can remember many past instances like those. This time you cum again rather quickly. you've lost count of how many orgasms you had.

Because of his semen pooling up in you, his dick is able to reach even deeper, sliding in easily with each thrust

"it's too.. deep" you whine still knowing he will just try harder to go further in

"Where is it?" He asks with a cocky expression

You stick out your ass more as you place your hand on your stomach. You feel the bulge his dick makes. He puts his hand on your hand pressing up on your belly making you whimper.

"Can you feel it better now hmm"

You don't know why but you nod. After seeing you have finally stopped whining a bit he starts talking again in a low voice

"I'm sorry for being rough...honestly I just can't help myself" his voice is so deep and manly you could listen to him talk for hours.

He pulls out and takes a sip of water from the nightstand. He thinks you can't take anymore

Your cheeks blush a dark shade of pink, why does he talk so sweet all of a sudden. You really feel humiliated now.

The whole time you were practically begging him to stop slower and now you want him to continue after he stopped on his own??? After he apologized so sweetly??

Were you that much of a whore that the moment he pulled out, you wish he didn't

He starts kissing you all over your back, trying to get you to face him and lay on your back but you wouldn't budge. He's never really forceful with you, you know his dirty talk is always an act to get you as wet as possible. A trail of his his saliva on your back from affectionate kisses making you feel adored.

You are embarrassed by the fact that you want another round

But you don't know what your doing to him. He's trying his hardest, controlling himself not to put his dick back into your gaping hole filled with his fluids.

He tries to hold himself back instead, continuing to kiss the back of your thighs, moving his face closer and closer to the inside of your legs, inches away from your dripping pussy.

Of course he's teasing you by not let his lips actually reach your needy pussy, but his hot breath on it, is making you squirm underneath his tight embrace

"Toji...can we do it again... please?" you say extremely quietly

He knew you would give in. His dick has stayed rock hard but your words are now making it throb

"you're such a slut for me baby, m'gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna regret asking"

He thrusted in you with so much force, at the same time pulling you towards him to take all of him in at once. Yup, you definitely beileved what he just said.

And so he does as promised and you try your best not to pass out while he fucks you sensless for the remainder of the night😊

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